youthisfree

[youthisfree]

Bakugo is the kinda guy to subconsciously do stuff for you that you’re completely capable of doing yourself.

He opens bottle/soda cans for you with one hand.

“Wait.”

He’ll notice your shoes are untied and stop you mid walk to get on one knee (or pat his leg for you to place your feet on so he can tie it.

He also has a tendency to hold your arm up a little to held guide you to walk in front of him when you both approach a door.

Bakugo will wipe the whipped cream off the side of your lip with his finger to then lick it off.

He will hold your hair down when it’s windy.

You even notice that when you bend down under a table he will place his hand above you to make sure you don’t hit it.

He even cuts your food for you which makes you feel a little like a child, but when you bring it up he shrugs and keeps cutting.

“I don’t trust you with a knife and a steak.”

Whatever that means. He really just loves catering to you.

He adjusts your clothes, specifically when your top or dress is a little lower than it should be he will lift it up especially if other men or around of if pictures are being taken he doesn’t care.

If you wear glasses he cleans them for you and will adjust them on your face too. Before calling you a nerd that is.

He says stuff like “Yes WE will be going.” “WE will buy it.” He loves to include you in whatever he is doing.

He even placed his hand over your cleavage for a photo once with friends. He smirked when they got annoyed with him.

He even places you on the counter to yap about your day as he cooks you both dinner. He doesn’t mind.

Bakugo to me is a very traditional guy, he’ll even watch you take the first bite of your meal before he eats his own because he wants you to eat (He knows you have your days where you forget to do so).

It’s all done with no thought or comment he just does it by default the moment you both became exclusive. You wouldn’t have it any other way. You’re his baby whether you like it or not.

[youthisfree]

How I feel after saying "you only live once" in a room full of non-shifters (I know damn well you don't)

[youthisfree]

Bakugo is a date-to-marry type — not out of some starry-eyed notion of romance, but because permanence is how he breathes. Because he doesn’t waste time on anything fleeting. Once he’s chosen you, that’s it. You’re his — not in a possessive, suffocating way, but in the sacred, I’d-die-before-I-let-you-go kind of way. The moment he let his guard down, let you in, his heart sealed the deal before his mouth ever uttered the words.

He doesn’t fall in love gently. He crashes into it, all noise and flame and stubborn devotion. And once he does, that’s it — you’re not just someone he loves. You’re his person, his future, his peace in the chaos. It shows in the way he says your name like a shield, like a prayer. In the way he always walks on the side of the road closest to traffic. In the way he watches you sleep like the world could crumble if he blinked.

He’s the kind of man who’d leave his hero agency early just to bring you soup when you’re sick, grumbling the whole time while checking your forehead with the back of his hand. The kind who keeps your picture tucked in his locker behind his gloves — not for anyone else to see, but so he can glance at it before every mission and remember why he comes back alive.

Bakugo doesn't say forever with flowers or poems. He says it with calloused fingers fixing the strap of your gear. With him cooking hot meals after long patrols. With the way he lets you wear his hoodie and pretends he doesn’t care, even though he’s memorized the exact way it hangs off your frame.

And if anyone dares to think he’d ever let you go — they don’t know Bakugo Katsuki.

Because once you’re his, you’re his forever. Not just in this life, but every life after. You’re stuck with him — in the best, most terrifying, most comforting way. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

[youthisfree]

stood up and APPLAUDED 🙏🏽

君の手が / 「このままでいい」と / 触れるたび

your hands whisper, "you’re enough," with every touch—

꒷꒦︶๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦︶๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦

He looks good. Too good. Unfairly good.

And it’s driving you insane.

Katsuki’s standing in your kitchen, quietly making you tea like the sweetest, grumpiest domestic man in the world. His back is turned, but you can still see the way his sweatpants hang off his hips in that dangerously perfect way—low, effortless, like he doesn’t even realize how sexy he looks. His compression shirt is clinging to every inch of him, outlining the hard curve of his back, the tension in his shoulders, the sharp taper of his waist, and—Gods—those biceps. They flex just slightly as he lifts the kettle, like he’s not even trying, and it makes your mouth water.

Maybe it’s the hormones. Maybe it’s the three days of missing him like oxygen while he was overseas on that joint mission. Maybe it’s just the primal fact that your man is fine as hell, and you want him more than anything right now.

But whatever it is, it’s bad. Like, pacing-in-place, clenching-your-thighs, bite-his-arm bad.

The thing is, he’s not even trying. He’s just being himself. Barefoot in your kitchen, hair still damp from the long shower he took earlier, a soft hint of stubble along his jaw because he hasn’t bothered to shave yet. There’s this quiet, worn ease to him today—the good kind. Like he finally got some rest. Like his body knows it’s home again.

And you want to climb him.

He looks up as the kettle whistles and clicks it off, moving to grab the mugs. The tea’s still steeping and he’s focused, brow slightly furrowed as he checks the water level—and you’re already stepping forward, like some heat-seeking missile locked onto target.

“Did you do something new in your workout?” you ask casually, voice just a little too breathy as you near him.

He glances over his shoulder with that familiar frown, forehead crinkling. “Nah.” He turns off the burner and straightens up. “Why?”

You shrug as you close the distance between you. He smells like fresh laundry and warm citrus—probably from that shampoo you like in the guest bath—and it’s too much. “I don’t know. You just…” You reach out, hand grazing his arm as he sets a mug down. “You look broader. Bigger. Maybe it’s the mission? You’ve been lifting tanks again?”

His ears turn pink.

You don’t miss it.

Your hand moves up to squeeze his bicep—Gods, it’s firm and warm under your touch—then slides to his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his breathing beneath your palm. He stiffens under your touch, like he wasn’t expecting it, but doesn’t move away. If anything, he goes still. Like very still.

Then, lower. You trail your hand down over his abs, across the ridges of his obliques where the compression fabric hugs tightest. It’s soft and warm from his skin underneath, and you’re close enough now to feel the way his breath hitches.

He freezes.

Absolutely freezes.

Cheeks flushing, ears glowing, and hands awkwardly hovering near the counter like he doesn’t know what to do with them.

And then you say it.

“Should we have sex?” you murmur, tone airy like you’re just asking about the weather. “Like… we can be quick. Ten minutes.”

Boom. The effect is immediate.

He makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat—half a cough, half a choked sound of disbelief—and pulls back slightly, blinking hard like he’s buffering. “Wh—I just—uh, I just got back, a-and we—we just ate and I—”

His voice cracks a little, and your grin stretches slowly, dangerously, as you slide your hands to his hips and lean up, resting your chin on the curve of his bicep, looking at him with mock innocence.

“What?” you ask, soft and teasing. “Why are you blushing?”

“M’not—” He glares at the stove like it betrayed him. “You can’t just say shit like that—”

“Like what?” you blink, still all fake-innocence, even as you press a little closer to feel the heat radiating off of him. “Like I want you to fuck me?”

His jaw flexes. Hard. That stubborn little muscle ticking near the hinge.

Your words hang heavy in the air—sticky and intimate and real in a way that scrapes at the edges of Katsuki’s guarded heart. He’s still standing there, tense and blushing and stubbornly glaring at the stove like it might rescue him, but his body tells you more than his silence ever could.

His jaw ticks again, that muscle fluttering like he’s clenching down on something hard—like he doesn’t trust what’ll come out if he speaks too easily.

And then, finally, he mutters low, almost sheepish, “Don’t say it like that.”

You blink. You weren’t expecting that. You tilt your head against his arm. “Like what?”

He shifts his weight a little, stiff in the way he gets when he’s feeling vulnerable and hates that he is. “Fuckin’,” he says, jaw tight, eyes still not meeting yours. “Like we just… fuck. Nah. That—” He shakes his head, almost like he’s brushing something off. “That ain’t what we do.”

That makes you pause.

Because he says it so softly, even if he’s trying to sound annoyed. There’s a thread in his voice; something frayed and raw and incredibly honest. And it cuts right into your chest.

Still, because you are who you are, you press gently at the edges of his discomfort with a little teasing, hoping to coax him out of that tightly wound shell. “Alright,” you hum, playing innocent again, leaning back slightly but keeping your hands on him. “No ‘fucking,’ then.”

You feel the way his abs tense under your touch, the way his breath stutters. And you smile, dangerous and soft. “But… it doesn’t have to be ten minutes, by the way. It can be longer.” Your tone lilts up at the end, knowing exactly what you’re doing. “We can go a couple rounds. Three or four—”

Before you can even finish the sentence, he groans—deep, frustrated, and entirely done with you. His hand comes up immediately, shoving his palm into your face with a muttered, “Sh’ddup,” like he’s trying to smother both your words and his rising panic.

You laugh—a warm, playful thing—and bite gently at his fingers, just to make him curse.

“Damn it,” he mutters, yanking his hand back like you shocked him. His ears are scarlet now. Full body flush, like he’s overheating from the inside out.

You take pity. A little.

“Katsuki,” you say, softer now, voice still tinged with amusement, but genuine beneath it. You step down, just slightly, letting your chin drop from his bicep as you gaze up at him. He doesn’t meet your eyes. Still frowning. Still looking like you’ve cornered him and he’s not sure what to do with the feeling.

“Why are you being so weird about it?” you ask gently, brushing your fingertips along the hem of his shirt. “Talk to me.”

He doesn’t answer right away.

He just stands there, shoulders stiff, fingers flexing like he’s working through it physically—like the words are stuck in his chest and need to be wrestled out.

And then, finally, he breathes. “Just… still can’t believe y’want me like that.”

The confession is so low, so bare, that you almost don’t catch it.

But you do.

And your heart breaks a little.

Because now it makes sense—the flushed cheeks, the awkward stumbling, the hesitation and heat and quiet. It’s not embarrassment. It’s disbelief. That after everything—his temper, his history, the image people project onto him—you still look at him like he’s the most beautiful thing in the world. Like you’re hungry for him. Like you love him enough to want to devour him, over and over, and never get full.

He finally looks at you then. Really looks. And the ache in his eyes guts you.

He swallows hard, brow furrowed. “S’just—everything’s always been so heavy with me. People either expect too much, or they don’t want anything at all. But you…” His voice tapers. “You see me. And you still want me.” His mouth quirks, barely. “That’s fuckin’ insane.”

And it hits you again—how serious everything is to him. Every look, every brush of your hand, every shared bed and soft kiss. Nothing with Katsuki is casual. Nothing is careless. When he loves, he does it with everything. With a kind of unflinching, terrified devotion that makes your chest feel like it’s caving in under the weight of it.

And sex?

It’s not just a release to him. Not a checkbox. Not even just intimacy.

It’s you. It’s him. It’s all the silent promises he doesn’t know how to say out loud; the need to make you feel seen and touched and worshipped. Not dominated. Not conquered. Not fucked.

Loved.

Completely. Helplessly. Permanently.

So when he says he can’t believe you want him—it’s not just about attraction. It’s about worthiness. It’s about not knowing what the hell he did to deserve someone who looks at him the way you do when you’re begging him to come to bed.

You step into him again. Wrap your arms around his waist. Press your cheek to his chest and breathe in the warm, clean scent of him.

“I do want you,” you whisper. “Not because I expect anything more than what you already give me. Not because I want you to be someone you’re not. I want you, Katsuki. Just you. I love how serious you are. I love how much you care. I love the way you touch me like I’m precious.”

Your hands slip under his shirt, palms warm against his skin. “You’re everything I want.”

His breath shudders.

And then he’s wrapping his arms around you, too. Tight. So tight it almost hurts—but it doesn’t, not really. Not when it’s him. Not when you know that grip is the only way he knows how to say thank you for choosing me without falling apart.

You hear his voice, low and gruff in your hair. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

You smile, closing your eyes. “You’ll never have to find out.”

And it’s in that silence that he kisses you—no teasing, no heat, just a long, slow press of his lips to your temple. The kind of kiss that says you’re mine, and I’m yours, and I don’t want anyone else in this world but you.

And later, when he finally leads you to the bedroom—hands still shaking a little, but more confident now, more sure—you let him take his time. Let him kiss you like it matters. Let him love you the way only Katsuki can.

Like it's serious. Like it's sacred. Like it’s the only thing in the world that’s ever made sense.

溶けていく / 神への祈りのように / 肌と汗と / 「もう一度」

—until we melt, like a prayer to gods, skin and sweat and, "again."

[youthisfree]

I’LL CRY 😭

YOU ARE MY SUNSHINE !

synopsis: you and katsuki are so grumpy x sunshine + he's so hopelessly in love with you ♡

notes: guys someone help me come up with better titles

you've always been katsuki's sunshine.

you're the yin to his yang, the sweet to his sour, the soft to his sharp. you're the type to pack protein bars in his bag, and text him checkups when he's away on missions. you're the type to cry at kid's movies, and find joy in the tiniest, littlest things.

today, that joy comes in the form of a lemon tart you haven’t seen at the campus cafe in months. when you spot it in the display case, you gasp. audibly. you even clap a little before you catch yourself, bouncing from foot to foot.

katsuki’s standing beside you, arms crossed, hood up like he’s nonchalant (he's not). he doesn’t say anything right away. you think he’s ignoring you until you feel the familiar weight of his stare on your side profile.

you turn toward him with your eyes wide, hopeful. “they brought it back!” you giggle. “the lemon tart i told you about!”

you’re beaming.

you don’t realize it, but your body language has brightened 200%. eyes sparkling, feet shifting, hands wringing, posture bouncing. katsuki swears he sees a little tail on your lower back, wagging away.

you're glowing. and he can't look away.

katsuki’s mouth twitches. just slightly.

you don’t catch it. but he notices the flutter in his own chest and pretends not to.

“you’re ridiculous,” he mutters.

but he still orders two lemon tarts without asking. you look at him like he’s handed you the moon.

it’s always like that with you.

you get excited over the dumbest shit. an oddly-shaped cloud. a vending machine that finally has your favorite soda. your favorite hoodie coming out of the dryer all warm and fluffy.

and katsuki’s always pretending he’s so annoyed by it.

except he isn’t. not really. because it’s you.

because your joy is honest. because it’s never performative. because the second anything good happens, your first instinct is to turn to him with that look on your face and say, “kats, isn’t that so cool??” with those damn sparkly eyes.

and he doesn’t even know what you’re talking about half the time. it's something about your favorite show or something happening with your friends or something completely trivial that would barely get a reaction out of anyone else, but it made you unexplainably happy. he'd die before telling you how cute he finds it.

so, yeah. he doesn't always track every single one of your ramblings, which makes you pout when you catch him staring but not listening. he then puts a hand on your head and grumbles some snarky comment about not being able to follow how much you talk, but the real reason is that he’s too busy watching the way you shine.

..my only sunshine !

masterlist reblogs + comments super duper appreciated! <3

[youthisfree]

biting my knuckles this is tew cute😣

hi. for some reason i cant see the button to turn myself anonymous ?! i just wanted to request if u could write a fluff with jaehyun inspired by kiss me by dpr live 😖

a/n: i love this song so bad i’m gonna sob my eyes OUTTTT, this is a bit long so it’s under the cut hehe hope you like it sweetheart <3 it’s based on the korean lyrics in the second verse btw hehe contains: bf!jaehyun x gf!reader, reader is upset (not established why), fluff, 1 kiss

jaehyun’s instincts are always on point with you. no matter how much you try to hide, he’ll still be able to tell when you’re upset over something. now, he’s not always sure how to help you feel better though…

“what’s wrong baby?” he starts of, coming to hug you from the side as he sits down beside you. his fingers softly caress the sides of your body as you just shake your head, mumbling out a quick ‘nothing’ as you turn your head to the side. it’s obvious that you’re sad though, so he comes closer, putting his chin on your shoulder.

“fine, don’t tell me, but at least help me find what i can do to help you feel better yeah?” you slowly turn your head back to face him, pouting as you nod.

jaehyun starts listing multiple things, from getting food, going on a shopping spree, watching movies, running you a bath, to just cuddling together. but each idea gets pushed down, eventually leading him to just sigh as his moves his body to sit up straight while taking a hold of your hand. “what can i do sweetheart? please help me out will you?”

he’s shaking your hands and his body, his face going into the same pout you had, faking an upset expression. he’s trying not to get frustrated, but that’s all it took for you to finally giggle. you found his cuteness so adorable, appreciating how hard he’s trying to make you feel better, smiling brightly.

your boyfriend’s eyes sparkled as he watched your expression change, smiling with you as he admired your beautiful face. he would do anything to keep you happy, chuckling as he says, “did i help you feel better?”.

you nod as he brings his hand to your face, his thumb stroking your cheeks as he leaned in to give you a soft kiss. “i’m glad then. i’d become a fool if it meant i could always give you that smile.”

[youthisfree]

first public display of affection with katsuki (that he initiated) being you two somewhere busy and him taking your hand to lead you through the crowd. he reaches out behind him, so sure that you’d grab his hand— which you do.

once you two are out of the thick parts of the crowd, he gently tugs you forward. he mutters something under his breath, now walking side by side with you.

maybe he’s too focused on getting you two to your destination without losing you, but his hand stays interlocked with yours; maybe it’s because he just wants to hold your hand. you’re not sure, but you don’t complain.

and he’s noticed that you’ve noticed, but he only scoffs softly, squeezing your hand ever so lightly. he’s almost tempted to tug his hand away at that moment, but your small smile is so dear that katsuki can’t find it in himself to.

[youthisfree]

first public display of affection with katsuki (that he initiated) being you two somewhere busy and him taking your hand to lead you through the crowd. he reaches out behind him, so sure that you’d grab his hand— which you do.

once you two are out of the thick parts of the crowd, he gently tugs you forward. he mutters something under his breath, now walking side by side with you.

maybe he’s too focused on getting you two to your destination without losing you, but his hand stays interlocked with yours; maybe it’s because he just wants to hold your hand. you’re not sure, but you don’t complain.

and he’s noticed that you’ve noticed, but he only scoffs softly, squeezing your hand ever so lightly. he’s almost tempted to tug his hand away at that moment, but your small smile is so dear that katsuki can’t find it in himself to.

[youthisfree]

oh nothing, just katsuki n’ his silly little gf who loves to make him smile... (aka i'm listening to mary jane by mary j blige on repeat)

he swears he can hear the sound of muffled music as soon as he steps out of the dorm elevator. his tongue clicks in annoyance, assuming it was his shitty haired friend blasting his usual "energizing" music— little care for anyone's poor unsuspecting ears.

katsuki turns to go on his usual way to his dorm, but the music is coming from the other side of the dorm floor. the girl’s side. he knew he'd just seen round cheeks downstairs in the common area with pinky, so the only other girl left up here would be you.

he clicks his tongue in annoyance at the sudden flutter in his heart at the thought of you, standing still in the hallway. you needed to turn that music down, is what he thought he should tell you. he hesitates one moment more before steering the opposite way of his dorm, and towards yours.

with no time spared, he's at your door. you’re singing rather loudly along with the song that you've listened to many times before. katsuki fights a small smile on his lips at your singing, knocking on your door loudly.

he waits a moment, but you continue on. katsuki only huffs, reaching down to open the door. the sight he sees is enough to crack him up, but he settles for what seems like a bark of laughter and a scoff.

your back is facing towards the door, a broom in both of your hands as you sing towards your windows. your wiggling your body in an odd way, but katsuki only shakes his head.

"you need to turn yer music down, can hear it from the elevator." he stays at your doorway because it's obvious that your cleaning. you turn your head with squinted eyes, seemingly glaring at him. a new song is playing and you turn around.

you don't reach for your phone to turn the music down, but instead you walk towards him with the broom. "did you hear me?" katsuki asks you, but you only get closer with no answer. you then point the broom handle into his chest, a wide goofy smile on your face.

"oooohhhhh there's work to dooo.." you sing badly on purpose, using one of your hands to gently grab his forearm. you're still singing as you lead him into the room and katsuki can't tell why, but he swears he feels his heart stop for a slight moment.

even though you’re singing so horribly, your smile is sweet and you’re close, and touching him, and not to mention close. he goes to say something in protest, but you poke him with your broom handle again before he can. "either dance with me or help me clean." you say with that oh so cheeky tone.

he has no time to decide for himself before the door is closed behind him and you lead him to the center of your dorm. you're still too invested in the song to notice how his cheeks are warmer and the tips of his ears are pinker. you’re swaying happily, hoping to get him to do the same.

"give me all your love and don't stoppp," you bring the broom handle to your mouth and sing the lyrics proudly, obviously not aware of the loud beating in katsuki's chest. tuh.

"my love's waiting when you reach the top—" your hand moves to grab a hold of his hand, using your interlocked hands to point towards his mouth as a microphone, "aaallll nighhttt longgg!" you sing playfully into the broom handle.

he obviously doesn't know the song and you obviously don't care, leading your hands out to your sides. your swaying again and katsuki isn't sure if he can focus. this moment is so unexpected, yet his heart feels so warm and you're just so precious— he can't help the slight curl of his lips.

you're still swaying when you set the broom against your desk, taking his other hand. you look to him while singing, taking notice of his soft smile. you don't mention, instead taking your interlocked hands to use as a microphone once again.

katsuki couldn't bring himself to protest, enjoying this more than he'd like to admit. the chorus of the song is playing again and you've now decided to hug him tightly while waddling in a circle. your hands have let go of his, arms wrapping around his waist. you sing each of the words correctly, bobbing your head side to side on beat against his chest.

out of your sight, he allows himself to smile wider. a chuckle falls from his lips as you continue to playfully spin around with him. "come into my bedroom, honey," you sing happily at the sound of his chuckle. "what i got will make you spend money—"

"aallll nigghttt longgg!!" you're now aggressively swaying him, unable to contain your own happiness. he lets out a laugh at this, arms wrapping around your neck gently. the song is coming to an end and you're still singing, but your movements have slowed and you're no longer bobbing your head.

you turn your head up to him, a wide heart warming smile on your lips. you've stopped singing the lyrics as the song softly fades and his smile softens with it.

"thank you, i'll turn my music down now." you say gently and katsuki wants to curse at you because his heart is beating faster than ever before. his eyes are filled with affection as he leans in to kiss you. once softly, then the next few aggressively.

"katsuki—" you try to save yourself, but his lips are quicker. he places them messily, on your lips, your chin, your nose, your eyes, everywhere his lips could reach.

you squeal and try to push away, but he has you locked against him and is only fed by the sound of your laughter. he doesn't know why you make him so tense yet so mushy, but he was gonna make you pay for it one way or another.

"shoulda turned it down when i said so.." he replied gruffly between kisses, walking with you until he could tackle you onto the bed. like he said, you were gonna pay.

thank you all for so many notes on my last kastuki posttt!! this is a longer one in honor & i hope you enjoyed itt 🫶🏽

[youthisfree]

oh nothing, just katsuki n’ his silly little gf who loves to make him smile... (aka i'm listening to mary jane by mary j blige on repeat)

he swears he can hear the sound of muffled music as soon as he steps out of the dorm elevator. his tongue clicks in annoyance, assuming it was his shitty haired friend blasting his usual "energizing" music— little care for anyone's poor unsuspecting ears.

katsuki turns to go on his usual way to his dorm, but the music is coming from the other side of the dorm floor. the girl’s side. he knew he'd just seen round cheeks downstairs in the common area with pinky, so the only other girl left up here would be you.

he clicks his tongue in annoyance at the sudden flutter in his heart at the thought of you, standing still in the hallway. you needed to turn that music down, is what he thought he should tell you. he hesitates one moment more before steering the opposite way of his dorm, and towards yours.

with no time spared, he's at your door. you’re singing rather loudly along with the song that you've listened to many times before. katsuki fights a small smile on his lips at your singing, knocking on your door loudly.

he waits a moment, but you continue on. katsuki only huffs, reaching down to open the door. the sight he sees is enough to crack him up, but he settles for what seems like a bark of laughter and a scoff.

your back is facing towards the door, a broom in both of your hands as you sing towards your windows. your wiggling your body in an odd way, but katsuki only shakes his head.

"you need to turn yer music down, can hear it from the elevator." he stays at your doorway because it's obvious that your cleaning. you turn your head with squinted eyes, seemingly glaring at him. a new song is playing and you turn around.

you don't reach for your phone to turn the music down, but instead you walk towards him with the broom. "did you hear me?" katsuki asks you, but you only get closer with no answer. you then point the broom handle into his chest, a wide goofy smile on your face.

"oooohhhhh there's work to dooo.." you sing badly on purpose, using one of your hands to gently grab his forearm. you're still singing as you lead him into the room and katsuki can't tell why, but he swears he feels his heart stop for a slight moment.

even though you’re singing so horribly, your smile is sweet and you’re close, and touching him, and not to mention close. he goes to say something in protest, but you poke him with your broom handle again before he can. "either dance with me or help me clean." you say with that oh so cheeky tone.

he has no time to decide for himself before the door is closed behind him and you lead him to the center of your dorm. you're still too invested in the song to notice how his cheeks are warmer and the tips of his ears are pinker. you’re swaying happily, hoping to get him to do the same.

"give me all your love and don't stoppp," you bring the broom handle to your mouth and sing the lyrics proudly, obviously not aware of the loud beating in katsuki's chest. tuh.

"my love's waiting when you reach the top—" your hand moves to grab a hold of his hand, using your interlocked hands to point towards his mouth as a microphone, "aaallll nighhttt longgg!" you sing playfully into the broom handle.

he obviously doesn't know the song and you obviously don't care, leading your hands out to your sides. your swaying again and katsuki isn't sure if he can focus. this moment is so unexpected, yet his heart feels so warm and you're just so precious— he can't help the slight curl of his lips.

you're still swaying when you set the broom against your desk, taking his other hand. you look to him while singing, taking notice of his soft smile. you don't mention, instead taking your interlocked hands to use as a microphone once again.

katsuki couldn't bring himself to protest, enjoying this more than he'd like to admit. the chorus of the song is playing again and you've now decided to hug him tightly while waddling in a circle. your hands have let go of his, arms wrapping around his waist. you sing each of the words correctly, bobbing your head side to side on beat against his chest.

out of your sight, he allows himself to smile wider. a chuckle falls from his lips as you continue to playfully spin around with him. "come into my bedroom, honey," you sing happily at the sound of his chuckle. "what i got will make you spend money—"

"aallll nigghttt longgg!!" you're now aggressively swaying him, unable to contain your own happiness. he lets out a laugh at this, arms wrapping around your neck gently. the song is coming to an end and you're still singing, but your movements have slowed and you're no longer bobbing your head.

you turn your head up to him, a wide heart warming smile on your lips. you've stopped singing the lyrics as the song softly fades and his smile softens with it.

"thank you, i'll turn my music down now." you say gently and katsuki wants to curse at you because his heart is beating faster than ever before. his eyes are filled with affection as he leans in to kiss you. once softly, then the next few aggressively.

"katsuki—" you try to save yourself, but his lips are quicker. he places them messily, on your lips, your chin, your nose, your eyes, everywhere his lips could reach.

you squeal and try to push away, but he has you locked against him and is only fed by the sound of your laughter. he doesn't know why you make him so tense yet so mushy, but he was gonna make you pay for it one way or another.

"shoulda turned it down when i said so.." he replied gruffly between kisses, walking with you until he could tackle you onto the bed. like he said, you were gonna pay.

thank you all for so many notes on my last kastuki posttt!! this is a longer one in honor & i hope you enjoyed itt 🫶🏽

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fuuuuck i just realized that the future idealized version of myself cant exist without current me being the catalyst for change and doing hard things. has anybody heard about this

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drew this helpful diagram for mha fans who don't understand what a character arc is

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literally everyone can tell whenever you're mad at katsuki. it pisses him off because he feels like he can hide the fact he's bothered and that he's gotten his bf privileges revoked pretty well, but apparently not. not at all.

because all of his friends periodically come over to ask him what's wrong.

"you okay, man ?" asked kirishima. and when katsuki waved him of the boy gave him a thumbs up and an "i'm always here when you need it !"

did he seriously look that miserable ?!

"woah dude, you look more constipated than usual ! you good?!" denki exclaimed, even offering him a very unnecessary arm around his shoulder and an "if you need anything, i'm here to talk !"

every single fibre of self control was needed for katsuki not to grab him by his throat and fling him out of the nearest window.

and sero, oh so gracefully, had told him "woah, you look terrible. trouble in paradise ?" even snickering to himself. "better go apologise soon, loverboy !"

katsuki had to leave the room to not shove his hand down the bastard's throat and accidentally let off a howitzer impact. completely by accident, of course.

it seriously does bother him a bit because...what the hell ?! you don't have that much power over him !

...do you ?

well apparently you do, because the moment you make up all of his friends look oh, so smug. somehow, they all notice that he looks way happier today, something he himself hadn't even noticed !

okay, so what if he was in a better mood now ? of course he was ! who enjoys fighting with their partner anyway ?

but shit, he realises, maybe he is completely whipped. and maybe everyone around him can see it. but fuck it, you're not mad at him anymore and he doesn't give a shit.

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im so obsessed with the situationship between katsuki and reader hc like, the ones where she grew up with him and izuku and he’s just a lot softer with her and more affectionate and ugh.

i think katsuki rants to her about izuku and like lowkey tells her about one for all and todoroki’s family drama if she’s not there for it, just because he knows she’d never tell a soul

and like, the minute any of that info comes out to katsuki, it’s just expected for him to tell her too, like no shock, because they’re just one person (as in katsuki and reader together) so duh

but i also think about how maybe he doesn’t tell her about one for all, but she knows soemthing is wrong, and just waits for him to get back from when they fought and got caught by aizawa, doesn’t ask questions, but he leans on her for it and argh

katsuki situationship with his childhood friend is prob one of my fav tropes/hc for x reader fics for him, he’s so stinky precious

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katsuki makes me so domestic. like, just imagine him coming home all rough and battered from the day—scuff marks on his skin, his mask pulled up, brushing his hair back. a snarl paints his sharp features, a string of curses leaving his mouth like explosions.

and then he walks through the door, sees you tending to whatever you're doing, and he immediately melts. the scowl on his face disappears. he kicks off his boots and drags you into the shower with him, and you two nap the day away—not because he's tired, but because he knows you are, and he wants to be skin-to-skin with you, always.

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it's ironic how KATSUKI BAKUGO refers to other people as nerds when in reality, he's the biggest nerd you know. his head is bent over his textbook; he's unaware of the world around him, and especially of the way you've been staring at him for the past thirty minutes. or so you thought.

he looks up suddenly, brows furrowed. "take a picture, it'll last longer."

"oh, can i?"

his annoyed expression morphs into somewhat of a more panicked one when he sees you pull out your phone; he snatches it from your hand faster than you'd expected.

"no, 'course not," he grumbles. "why're you even looking?"

"nothing," you sigh. "you're just such a— such a nerd!"

KATSUKI looks like he's been shot. "what?"

"i said what i said." you grin at him defiantly, and he rolls his eyes.

"i am not a nerd just because i touched a book," he argues, but you shush him. "you can't change my mind, kats, so don't even try."

he quiets down then, but he's always been a little stubborn — a little being an understatement here. on the way home, he turns to you again. "can you at least tell me why i'm a nerd?"

he doesn't expect an answer, but then—

"gladly." you've been preparing for this. "first of all, you're obsessed with pro heroes and becoming a pro hero—"

"that's normal," he interjects, but you continue, ruthless. "next, whenever you have free time, you're always reading someone or the other."

KATSUKI doesn't say anything.

"and," you shoot him a smile, a terrifying, anticipatory thing, before continuing. "you collect those pro hero cards! like, really? you are a nerd!"

and there — you've rendered him speechless. after a few seconds — too long, in your opinion — he finally speaks again. "swear to god, you'd be dead by now if i didn't like you so much."

this is so mid i'm sorry