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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

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i imagine katsuki struggles to say no to you. he can set a boundary with anyone and everyone. so why does he feel his boundaries start to fold when it comes to you? it's nothing horrible— just incredibly.. irritating.

he swears that everyone is delusional and that he can say no to you, but we all know better tsk tsk. this guy is all bark and no bite because he truly won't do anything about this problem. all katsuki does is huff and complain.

it's your turn to go on a store run for the dorm, declared by the majority of the class. caught up in some exhausting extra hero study work, it had completely slipped your mind.

this is how you end up at katsuki's dorm door, knocking persistently. it's past his bedtime, around 10 pm— past dorm curfew actually. of course he wouldn't answer at this time, but is that you at the door?

"pleaseee.." you knock a few more times, rather weakly now.

"the hell do you want?" the door is opened and a pajama-clad, sleepy katsuki comes to view.

"i want you to put a hoodie on and come with me to the store."

"w—"

"please?"

the two of you stand there for a moment in the dimly lit hallway, his hand gripping the door knob with a nasty glare on his face. you smile lightly, not able to take him seriously in such a lethargic state.

"..it's past curfew." he grumbles, trying to hold to any resolution he had.

"the quicker you say yes, the quicker we'll be back." you counter, not sure if you seem just as listless as him.

he glares for a moment longer.

"tch." katsuki, once again, folds. turning into his dorm and walking towards his closet to grab a hoodie as instructed, an obvious yet humorous frown on his face. he leaves the door open, a silent invite into his dorm.

you step in, closing the door softly behind you. he huffs as he looks for a random hoodie to throw on.

"you couldn't do this earlier?" he speaks up, no real bite behind his words. you huff in amusement because you know this is a start.

"busy with mirko." you explain concisely, making your way to lean against his desk.

"...'n you couldn't go with someone else why?" his hands grip on to a hoodie he's found, pulling it over once he gets his piece out.

"why would i want to go with anyone else?" you ask coyly— it's feigned, and he scoffs knowingly. you smile with a huff of your own, noting the faint red that began to show in his cheeks.

he looks away, searching for shoes to put on.

"we better not get caught." he speaks up again.

"that won't happen. we’re trained in stealth." you quip and he fails to suppress his smile at your remark.

"if we do, 'm never doin' anything for yer ass again. got it?" katsuki is quick to recover, finally meeting your gaze with eyes that held no real hostility.

"got it." you look at him with a grin and his lips curl into a scowl because he knows— you both know. he doesn't mean it. he never does.

"i hate you."

"thank you, grumpy boy."

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i imagine katsuki struggles to say no to you. he can set a boundary with anyone and everyone. so why does he feel his boundaries start to fold when it comes to you? it's nothing horrible— just incredibly.. irritating.

he swears that everyone is delusional and that he can say no to you, but we all know better tsk tsk. this guy is all bark and no bite because he truly won't do anything about this problem. all katsuki does is huff and complain.

it's your turn to go on a store run for the dorm, declared by the majority of the class. caught up in some exhausting extra hero study work, it had completely slipped your mind.

this is how you end up at katsuki's dorm door, knocking persistently. it's past his bedtime, around 10 pm— past dorm curfew actually. of course he wouldn't answer at this time, but is that you at the door?

"pleaseee.." you knock a few more times, rather weakly now.

"the hell do you want?" the door is opened and a pajama-clad, sleepy katsuki comes to view.

"i want you to put a hoodie on and come with me to the store."

"w—"

"please?"

the two of you stand there for a moment in the dimly lit hallway, his hand gripping the door knob with a nasty glare on his face. you smile lightly, not able to take him seriously in such a lethargic state.

"..it's past curfew." he grumbles, trying to hold to any resolution he had.

"the quicker you say yes, the quicker we'll be back." you counter, not sure if you seem just as listless as him.

he glares for a moment longer.

"tch." katsuki, once again, folds. turning into his dorm and walking towards his closet to grab a hoodie as instructed, an obvious yet humorous frown on his face. he leaves the door open, a silent invite into his dorm.

you step in, closing the door softly behind you. he huffs as he looks for a random hoodie to throw on.

"you couldn't do this earlier?" he speaks up, no real bite behind his words. you huff in amusement because you know this is a start.

"busy with mirko." you explain concisely, making your way to lean against his desk.

"...'n you couldn't go with someone else why?" his hands grip on to a hoodie he's found, pulling it over once he gets his piece out.

"why would i want to go with anyone else?" you ask coyly— it's feigned, and he scoffs knowingly. you smile with a huff of your own, noting the faint red that began to show in his cheeks.

he looks away, searching for shoes to put on.

"we better not get caught." he speaks up again.

"that won't happen. we’re trained in stealth." you quip and he fails to suppress his smile at your remark.

"if we do, 'm never doin' anything for yer ass again. got it?" katsuki is quick to recover, finally meeting your gaze with eyes that held no real hostility.

"got it." you look at him with a grin and his lips curl into a scowl because he knows— you both know. he doesn't mean it. he never does.

"i hate you."

"thank you, grumpy boy."

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