i've never met you before, but i recognize this feeling.
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hello! So far you have made really good post, and it made me think, what if you made one about bakugou x y/n, they JUST started making out and started this thing where after class and even the cafeteria hours they would go to the roof top and make out, and then come back to class and act like nothing ever happened. Also somtimes he would throw a paper and secretly desk her under the desk where they would meet up. đ
when katsuki wants to make out during class
something soft hit your back, causing some giggles to be heard from around you. you raised your eyebrow, and when mister aizawa faced the chalkboard, you turned around to see nothing. a hand waved in front of your face, kaminariâs hand, to be exact, and his finger then pointed at the ground.
a crumpled-up ball of paper lay on the ground, so you bent over to grab it, opening the paper under your desk. maybe it had something in it. on on page, nothing was there, so you turned it to see the words âask to fill up your water bottleâ with a little explosion drawing at the end, which is how you figured out it was katsuki who wrote the note.
you grinned and raised your hand, throwing the paper into your backpack.
mister aizawa finally turned back to you and asked, âyes?â
âcan i please fill up my water bottle?â you held it up and shook it, and when no sloshing around was heard, he nodded.
you picked it up and walked outside the classroom, katsuki soon followed behind after he asked to go to the bathroom. he stomped after you, placing your water bottle next to the fountain before giving you a sly smile and gripping your hip. he shoved his lips onto yours and softly groaned, kissing you repeatedly, strings of saliva still connecting your lips after parting for a short period.
he lifted up your thigh, pressing it against his hip as he continued to kiss you. words havenât even been spoken yet, but it was clear what the two of you needed.
even after that, he continued to ask you to leave during class or lunch to spend time with you. he didnât just love you for your body, he didnât just want pleasure, he wanted you as a person. katsuki knew he wasnât good at expressing his emotions or love for people in a healthy way, but this was the only way he felt he could do it. it would always leave the two of you breathless, red, and even more in love.
to him, this was one of the most intimate acts someone could do, and he loved you with his whole soul. he never regretted skipping class to make out with you, besides when you heard a loud yell and chuckle from someone across the hall.
an annoyingly familiar voice rang in your ears, âhey, class 1-a! did you know two of your students, bakugo and l/n skip class just to make out in the halls?â monoma loudly chuckled, âclass 1-b would neverââ
he would always be smacked in the head by kendo, who would apologize and âleave the two of you be.â
that was one of the only times katsuki had felt embarrassed after making out with you.
hope you enjoyed this! iâm so happy you love my writing, your compliments mean the world to me. also, i gained around seven asks in one night so im trying to catch up, i apologize that i am not posting as often
.á foreseeable future â pt. 3
k.bakugou smau
heâs your brotherâs best friend (and your bf!!!!!!!! wow!!)
a/n: hashtag real shit hashtag i want that cookie bad hashtag hereâs a requested last part eeeeeeeeeekkkk
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.á upfield
fem!k.bakugou smau
sheâs the captain on your soccer team.
a/n: if i had THISSSSS when i played soccer i never would have quit omfg. the rivalry the piningggg the flirty competition i have never wanted to play soccer again so bad in my damn life. GET ME ON THE FIELD. siri play casual by chappell roan.
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Sit there and look pretty.
Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Fem! Reader
ââââââââââ ââ ââ â ââââââââââ
Katsuki always tells you âsit there and look pretty.â He doesnât mean it in a petty way he genuinely means it. He wants you to sit down and be your pretty self, when he says it itâs usually regarding something heâs doing. Pretty much telling you to watch him, That or he wants to do something for you.
One of his love languages is acts of service so just let him do what he does best.
From ordering food to making the bed he tells you
âjust sit there and look pretty mama Iâll do it.â
And Youâd be stupid if you didnât listen to him.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE SEXIEST MAN ALIVE
Happy birthday bd đ©đ©đ©đđđ dinner will be ready when ur back đ„°
synopsis : you want to be the first person to wish your katsuki a happy birthday every year <3
an. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BOYFRIEND!!
cw. nothing, pure fluff!!! also fem reader!
"5..4...3...2...1...aaaandâhappy birthday, katsuki !!"
katsuki groans sleepily as your arms tighten around him. "you're fucking insane. it's midnight."
"it's your birthday !" you defend quietly, pouting up at him. he looks down at you and chuckles.
"ya could've just let me sleep and told me that shit in the morning, would've still been m'birthday." he yawns, wiping his eyes. you shoot up to press a kiss to his cheek, leaning into his space more to kiss him all over while he pretends to try and push you off when you roll on top of him. you both ignore how he immediately goes to squeezing your hips when you settle on top.
"i could've, but then there would've been a chance i slept in too long and then i wouldn't have been the first one to wish you happy birthday."
"so my birthday's a competition now ?"
"yup. and i plan to be first every year." you giggle, he rolls his eyes but can't hide the smile growing on his face.
"clingy brat.." he mumbles, he kisses you back anyways when your lips reach his.
"you love me." you counter.
"mm, whatever." he waves off, grabbing the back of your head to bring your lips back to his. you squeal as he tries to deepen the kiss. "you're being greedy." you warn, lips smushed against his.
"s'my birthday, means i get what i wanâ, right ? and since you're gonna keep me awake, could at the very least gimme a proper damn kiss." he says between kisses, it makes you laugh against his mouth and he smiles. when you pull away, you lean in to press a long, lasting kiss on the scar right below his eye. you can feel the way the muscles in his face drop and his arms tighten around you in surprise.
"happy birthday, katsuki. i'm glad i can spend another year with you." you whisper earnestly, looking down at him like he'd hung up the moon and the stars for you. unfortunately, it seems that was too much sincerity for your poor boyfriend. he squints, his massive palms enveloping your face to squeeze your cheeks.
"y-yeah, yeah. quit bein' sappy..." he huffs. you feel his thumb run against your bottom lip when he glances up at you, ears tinted pink as he quietly whispers out a "thanks...".
you don't need to say anymore, smiling as you lay on his chest. you hum "what do you wanna do for your birthday ?"
"stay in and fuckin' sleep." is his simple response, you can't help but snort.
"and nothing else ?" you look up at him.
he looks down at you "sounds like you got something you're hiding from me." he asks, suspiciously raising a brow.
you scoff, looking away "pffff, me ? no way..."you lie, your voice going airy.
youâre being grabbed by your cheeks in an instant and katsukiâs not deterred by your whining "you're a shit liar."
"i plead the fifth."
"plead my ass." katsuki scoffs, squishing your cheeks in his palm. "i hate being out of the loop on shit, you know that."
"would it kill you to not be a killjoy ? where's your whimsy ? your child's soul ?" you whine.
"whatever the fuck that means." katsuki snarks. you laugh again, and he rolls his eyes. "as long as whatever you got planned doesn't take up my whole damn day, then do what you want."
now it's your turn to roll your eyes "no need to worry, i won't be interfering with your plans to sleep in."
"our plans. you're not going anywhere." your boyfriend corrects.
"i have no say in it, do i ?" you tease.
he pokes your cheek. "nope. s'my birthday." he responds simply.
you laugh "you're using that as some sort of cheat code now ?"
when your laughter dies down he's still looking down at you. eyes, droopy with sleep sure, but with something soft inside of them. they glow illuminated by the light of the moon outside.
"what ?"
"nuffin." he sighs, still just looking down at you. his fingers run across your face, your cheeks and eyebrows and nose so softly, so unlike him (he of course has to take the opportunity to squeeze your nose, but you decide not to ruin the moment).
"yeah, right. c'mon what is it?" you urge. katsuki scoffs "so damn persistent." he reprimands. he shushes you when you remind him that "that's why you like me so much!"
"m'just..thinkin'."
"about..?" you wiggle higher up until you can kiss his chin. he sighs again , smiling to himself.
"about...this really annoying girl."
you glare up at him, he smirks. "oh yeah ?" you deadpan.
"oh, yeah. a real pain in the ass. always talkin' back to me and bothering me. planning surprises and other stupid things for my birthday every year. " he taunts.
you roll your eyes again "she sounds like a fun time. sounds to me like you just don't know how to have any fun." you grouch. katsuki laughs, of course he does, dickhead.
"yeah, well. as annoying as she is...she is a pretty damn fun time." he admits softly "real damn sweet too...probably too sweet for me.."
you look up at him in surprise. he squeezes your nose to avoid you and you swipe at his hand. he continues talking while you're distracted. "but i'm glad she chose to be with an asshole like me, and..." he leans down to press a peck between your brows.
"..and there's nothing else i'd like more for my birthday then to spend it with her again next year. even if we do lame, boring shit like staying in or doing whatever."
you feel your heart squeeze almost painfully tight. your cheeks pull up so hard you feel your jaw hurt, but you're so unbearably happy.
so unbearably happy you get to spend another year of his life with him.
you lean in to kiss him. "well, i don't know about her surprises, but mine's gonna blow your socks off. s'gonna make you cry like you did last year."
he scoffs, planting another kiss to your lips. "i didn't cry, dickwad. that's your mind making shit up." he denies.
"yeah, okay" you laugh, and with one final kiss you pull back to look at your love, with all the love you had for him. "happy birthday, katsuki."
and he smiles back, softly, and only reserved for moments like this with you.
yeah, it sure was. happy fuckin' birthday to him.
BAKUGOU KATSUKI â° BIRTHDAY BOY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY
Bakugou used to love birthdays.
Heâd be the center of attention. With every year being bigger than the last (because, honestly, did you expect his well-off parents to hold back on their only son?). Cameras clicked, kids shouted his name, and adults smiled in awe. He never cared if they liked him or feared himâhe was admired.
And for a time, that was enough.
But somewhere along the line, the spark in those birthday candles started to feel dull.
His parents still celebrated, of course, usually with a home-cooked meal, a cake from his favorite bakery, and a gift he pretended not to like but secretly adored. His grandparents would always show up with noisy hugs and poorly wrapped presents, and his mother still made him wear a stupid little birthday crown at the table.
It was embarrassing, but it was also safe.
Familiar.
Then came UA.
By high school, the world cracked open in ways he hadnât expected.
Everyone was strong.
Everyone had dreams.
He wasnât the only one aiming for the top, and it was maddeningâbut also, for the first time, grounding. And he got friendsâreal ones. Not sycophants or kids scared of his quirk to say anythingâso they just stay behind him, but people who challenged him through his shouting, his pride, and his anger.
Shitty Hair was the first to barge into his dorm room on his birthday with a lopsided grin and a poorly wrapped gift. âItâs a protein bar sampler! Thought youâd wanna see which one you could crush with one hand!â
After that, it became a tradition. Racoon Eyes brought handmade cards with glittery explosions. Soy Face made crown cut-outs from construction paper that Bakugou refused to wear but never threw away. Dunce Face bought the same grocery store cake every year with a new dumb nickname written in icing (he gets more creative each yearâitâs starting to piss Bakugou off).
It was stupid. It was chaotic. It was good.
It became his day again.
And nowânow he was 23.
The world around him had changed again.
He was a pro now. He had his own agency, his own patrols, and his own damn business cards that got passed around in hero circles and used to shut down villains on sight. Dynamightâno, Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight, they called him, like he was some unstoppable force (and an unstoppable force for a long-ass hero name). Which he was, most of the time.
But today?
Today, he just wanted to come home.
The celebration at the agency had been loud, grand, and grating. His staff meant well. Hell, even his sidekick (wow, surprising, he only had one because he was the only kid with the balls to directly say to Bakugou that heâll surpass him during a personal interview) had pooled money to get him a custom gauntlet case with engraved initials.
There were banners (too flashy), snacks (pretty good), an off-key song, and a gaudy cake that someone ordered with indoor-safe sparklers instead of candles. Heâd smiled (barely), given a thank-you speech that was short and gruff but genuine, and then dipped out the first moment he could without looking like a total ass. Bakugou knew exactly where he wanted to be.
Home.
You were waiting for him there.
Because you are his home.
He inhaled and instantly recognized the scent of soy, garlic, and gingerâit hit like a nostalgic punch straight to his gut. Home cooking. His home. You.
You peeked your head out from the kitchen and grinned. âTook you long enough, birthday boy.â
He let out a long breath, shoulders dropping, mouth tugging into a real smile as he kicked off his boots and unzipped his jacket, haphazardly draping it on the coat rack. âYou been cooking this whole time?â he asked, padding toward the kitchen, hands already aching to hug you.
âI had to start late since someone had a fancy party,â you teased, arching a brow.
He caught your waist and pulled you in, burying his face into your shoulder. You were warm. Always warm. Always his to come home to. âSmelled it from the driveway. Thought I was gonna cry.â
You laughed, carding your fingers through his hair. Itâs soft. Itâs real. Itâs what Bakugou, for the longest time of his life, thought he didnât deserve.
âWell donât cry. Youâll ruin your grumpy old man image.â
âYou keep sayinâ old like Iâm ancient,â he grumbled, voice muffled against you.
âYou are! Twenty-three? Thatâs basically the beginning of the end.â
Bakugou snorted, lifting his head just enough to kiss your cheek. âThen I guess you better start takinâ care of me, huh?â he murmured, giving you another kiss on the cheekâand heâs tempted to bite into those round cheeks of yours, but he holds back; maybe later, he thinks. âGonna live up to your promise?â
âI already do,â you said, smug.
Dinner was spread out in neat portions on your little dining tableâfried karaage, miso soup, tamagoyaki, mapo tofu (yes, you finally lived up to surpassing Fuyumiâs recipe), Japanese curry, and a bowl of white rice shaped into a neat little mountain with a pickled plum on top. Comfort food. His favorites.
You even laid out a folded napkin at his seat and put a can of his favorite cold tea beside it.
But it was the bento cake in the center that made him pause. It was smallâround and modest, clearly homemade. The white frosting was a little uneven, and there were three stubby candles jammed into the top in a crooked triangle. The frosting on top attempted an explosion shape but looked more like a flower in bloom. He loved it.
âYou made that?â he asked, lowering into the seat and staring at it like it was some rare artifact.
âBaked and frosted. Donât look too close, or youâll see my fingerprints in it,â you said, sitting across from him. âAnd before you askâno, I didnât buy it from some store. I wanted to make it for you. Even if itâs ugly.â
âItâs not ugly.â
âLiars go to hell.â
He huffs. âWell, I think itâs fuckinâ adorable.â
You two ate slowly. Bakugou didnât scarf it down like he did in the breakroom or during hero meetings. He savored each bite as you two shared a warm conversation over dinner. You told him how a kid at daycare tried to make you a birthday card to give to him but ended up scribbling dinosaurs fighting a volcano instead. You showed him a crayon drawing folded in your bag. It said, âHapppy Brithdai KATSOOKY.â
He laughed so hard he snorted.
After dinner, you two sat at the table for a while, talking about nothing, hands brushing occasionally, until you leaned forward and lit the candles. When youâre close like this, Bakugou could clearly remember every feature on your faceâitâs something he wants to commit to memory every night.
âMake a wish.â
âHm,â he hummed in thought.
âMake a wish quickly before the fire alarm sets off, dummy,â you smiled, joking.
He looked at you through the candlelightâlips slightly parted, eyes soft and loving. Yeah, he wants your face engraved in the deepest corners of his brain.
Bakugou made a wish. Then blew them out.
âWhatâd you wish for?â you asked.
He got up, walked around the table, and pulled you to your feet. âYou.â
âYou already have me,â you tilted your head to the side.
âThen I wished for more of you,â he replied, pressing your foreheads together.
âYouâre sappy when youâre full,â you murmured, brushing your thumb across his jaw.
âIâm sappy when you bake me cake and feed me curry.â
You fed each other bites of the bento cake, poking fun at how sweet it was, until he dabbed a bit of icing on your nose. You retaliated by smearing it across his cheek. It turned into a mini war. Hands, faces, even his shirt took frosting damage. He scooped some off his collar and flicked it at you.
âI surrender! Oh my god, weâre a mess.â
âWe can always take a shower later,â he says.
...
âIs that a suggestion or a promise?â
âYouâre fuckinâ shameless,â he taunted, though showering together after isnât that far off from what he was thinking.
âUh huh. And whoâs now old?â
âStill not me,â he said, wiping his face clean with a napkin. âAnd even if I wasâif I hit fifty and go bald and need reading glasses and fall asleep at 9PMâif youâre still here with me, Iâll be fine.â
You paused.
âYeah?â
He nodded.
âEven if I go gray first?â you asked.
âIâll dye it with you.â
âWhat if I need a cane?â
âIâll get one with spikes, and weâll match.â
You laughed so hard you almost fell onto him. And when you looked up again, your eyes were glassy with affection.
âHappy birthday, Katsuki.â
He cupped your cheek, thumb brushing your skin with care he rarely showed anyone else.
âBest one yet.â
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i miss his annoying ass
â° âHEART BEATâ
â contents: sleepy katsuki. denki and kirishima are menaces. established relationship. short. â word count ïč 556 â a/n: request found here.
âwhat is happening right now?â
âdude . . . heâs, like, asleep. in public.â
you donât have to open your eyes to know itâs kirishima and denki standing in front of the couch, peering down at you and katsuki. youâd warned the blonde that falling asleep in the common room went against everything he stood for, and increased the risk of people finding out you were together, but heâd shrugged and said he didn't give a damn.
your eyes open just the slightest bit and kirishima flinches, taking a step back. âjesus, y/n!â he exclaims, clutching his chest dramatically. âyou canât scare a guy like that . . .â
âyou guys better shut the hell up,â you whisper harshly, narrowing your eyes. you make sure not to moveânot to shift too much and wake up your sleeping boyfriend. âif he wakes up and sees you two idiots staring at him, heâll never take a nap again.â
simultaneously, they raise their hands in defense.Â
âsorry, y/n,â denki says. âplease, carry on with your . . . nap.â
the two of them share a glance, then snicker, then make their way out of the room. you let your head fall back into place, tucked into the crook of katsukiâs neck, and close your eyes with a sigh.
thereâs maybe a minute and a half of silence before you hear giggles in the distance, accompanied by the sound of a camera going off. your eyes shoot open, immediately darting to the stairs, where kirishima, denki, mina, sero, and jiro are crouched down, phones pointed at the couch.
you narrow your eyes once again and furrow your brows. âwhat are you doing?â you mouth to them, lifting your head to look at them properly.
mina shrugs, a wide grin on her face. âwhen is the next time weâll actually catch him lacking, huh?â she raises her brows and nods. âwe have to take this loss and use it for our blackmail folder.â
âblackmaââ you start to repeat what she said, but katsuki shifts beside you and everyone freezes. nobody moves, nobody breathes.
katsuki isnât a scary guy. no matter how the public paints him, no matter how many times he threatens to kill people, no matter how many times heâs accidentally made children cryâheâs not scary.Â
however.
he does, in fact, hold a grudge. you ate his leftovers in first year once, and he didnât talk to you for three monthsâ even when you were his assigned training partner! denki made fun of his âbedtimeâ once, and the next day, denki had lime green hair.
you lay your head back down, keeping your eyes trained on the band of miscreants sitting on the stairs, and begin softly trailing your fingers across katsukiâs arm. youâre pretty sure youâve pavlov trained him into falling asleep whenever you tickle his arm.
his breathing evens out again, chest heaving with a big breath, and then heâs fast asleep again. it almost brings a frown to your face because thatâs just how tired he is. heâs been working so hard latelyâhe always had, but third year has been kicking his ass.
âgo away,â you whisper to your friends.
surprisingly, they listen. they trail back up the stairs, mumbling to each other about something you canât hear. you donât really care though, because your occupied with your boyfriend's heart beating in your ear.
bakugo never meant to get this distracted. seriously. it wasnât his fault.
it was yours.
because every damn time you sat in front of him, every time you rested your chin on your palm, every time you furrowed your brows while scribbling something in your notebookâhe got stuck. like, full-on, brain-short-circuiting, totally-useless kind of stuck.
he should be paying attention. should be listening to aizawaâs lecture. should be taking notes instead of memorizing the way the sunlight caught in your hair or how your lips pursed when you were thinking.
but no. instead, he was sitting here, burning every little detail of you into his brain like some lovesick idiot. the curve of your nose, the way your fingers absentmindedly twirled your pen, the way you tucked your hair behind your ear when it fell into your face.
he was so screwed.
âbakugo.â
his whole body stiffened. aizawa was staring at him, unimpressed.
âwhat?â he snapped, maybe a little too defensive.
âi asked you a question.â aizawa sighed. âmaybe if you stopped zoning out, youâd know the answer.â
a few people chuckled, and bakugoâs face heated upânot because he was embarrassed, but because you turned your head just a little, just enough to glance at him.
for half a second, your eyes met his.
and fuck, that half-second nearly killed him.
then you turned back around, totally unaware of how wrecked he was, how his heart was still beating too damn fast, how his hand was gripping his pencil like it owed him money.
this was getting ridiculous.
you donât even get a chance to put your bag down before bakugo is yanking you into his arms, grumbling something about how damn long you kept him waiting.
âkatsukiââ
âshut up,â he mumbles, already burying his face into your shoulder. âjust lemme have this.â
you sigh, but itâs hard to be exasperated when heâs clinging to you like thisâarms tight around your waist, fingers gripping the fabric of your shirt like you might disappear if he lets go.
âyouâre so needy,â you tease, running your fingers through his hair.
he grunts. âso what?â
you laugh softly. âso nothing. itâs cute.â
his grip tightens. âainât cute.â
you can feel how warm his face gets, even if heâs trying to hide it against your neck. his breath is warm, sending a little shiver down your spine when he mutters, âkiss me.â
you smile, pressing a kiss to his temple.
he tenses. then pulls back just enough to glare at you. âbabe. a real one.â
before you can even think about teasing him again, heâs already movingâcupping your face, leaning in, kissing you slow and deep like heâs making up for lost time.
when he finally pulls away, he stays close, forehead resting against yours. âmissed you,â he murmurs, barely above a whisper.
your heart melts. âi was only gone for a few hours.â
âtoo long.â he huffs, dragging you toward the couch. ânow shut up and cuddle me.â
⥠Genre: Fluff ⥠Pairing: Bakugou x Fem!Reader ⥠Tags: Established relationships, aged-up characters
Reporters couldnât stop asking Dynamight about his new arm candy. Nobody recognized your face in the most recent paparazzi photos, but the implications of your open affection was clear as day. His fans couldnât believe a random person snatched Dynamight out of nowhere.
His latest interview (the only one he agreed to) was entirely centered around you.
âWho is this mysterious girl?â the interviewer asked. âThe internetâs dying to know! And how long have you known her?â
âYou donât get it?â Bakugou asked. âSheâs mine. And Iâve known her for years.â
The live crowd went wild with speculation.
âFor years?!â The interviewerâs mouth was agape. âNobodyâs heard anything about this woman during your entire hero career. Did you meet her back at U.A.? Were you always in love with her?â
âYes and yes,â Bakugou replied. âSo if her old boyfriends hear this, now you know to back off! âCause sheâs with me.â
You cringed as you watched the live show from home. You knew you shouldnât have encouraged Bakugou to take the interview, but you thought you could convince the boy to behave for once. Still, his devil-may-care attitude was why you loved him.
âCanât you give us just one more hint to her identity?â the interviewer asked. âOr to your relationship?â
âNo! Now piss off!â
At this point, you wondered if Bakugou enjoyed sliding down the popularity rankingsâŠ
youâre going to cry. you swear, youâre going to lose your mind right here in the middle of class because this stupid problem refuses to make sense no matter how hard you try.
your pencil is shaking in your grip, and you can feel your breathing getting uneven. youâre on the verge of either breaking down or blacking out, maybe both.
so, against your better judgment, you turn to katsuki bakugo.
âbakugo,â you whisper, tapping his arm. he scowls, glancing at you with that usual irritation in his eyes, but when he sees the desperation on your face, he sighs. âwhat?â
âhelp. please.â
he rolls his eyes but takes your paper anyway, muttering something about how heâs ânot a damn tutor.â you watch as his sharp eyes scan over your work, and then his gaze pauses, his expression freezing for just a split second.
you donât notice, too busy fidgeting with your pencil and trying not to let your stress consume you.
but katsuki sees it. the faintest pencil indent next to your name at the top of the page, the remnants of an erased word. his last name.
his crimson eyes flicker to you for a moment. youâre oblivious, chewing on your lip as you wait for his help, completely unaware that heâs just discovered your little daydream scribbles.
his face doesnât change. not one bit.
calmly, like nothing happened, he picks up his own pencil and rewrites his last name next to yours. then, beneath it, he adds an arrow pointing to the words with a single note.
âsoon.â
he hands the paper back to you like nothing happened.
âyou were messing up here,â he says, pointing at the mistake, explaining the problem in his usual blunt but effective way. you nod, relieved to finally understand.
itâs only when he turns back to his own work that you notice the little addition to your paper.
your heart stops.
your brain short-circuits.
you slap a hand over your mouth to muffle the squeak that escapes, your face burning so hot youâre surprised you havenât spontaneously combusted.
you steal a glance at katsuki, but heâs acting normal, like he didnât just casually flip your world upside down.
but you donât miss the tiny, satisfied smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
when your neighbor had a drum kit and an endless supply of spite.
a/n: im actually going so feral over this au its not even funny anymore like this was sooooo.. yeah
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katsuki tag: @bitchyfestivalbouquet
âïž . . . genre. fluff
âïž . . . pairings. bakugou x fem!reader
‿ yn has a habit of holding her friends hands except for bakugou.
âËâżË° j speaking . . .
- this has been in my drafts since November and Iâm only posting it nowđ„Č
-this is inspired by a wonwoo oneshot itâs from tiktok and the authorâs name is serenedust_ you can check it out in tiktok, happy reading, my loves! <3
YN had this little habitâone her friends were well aware of. Crowds made her uneasy, and whenever she found herself surrounded by too many people, sheâd instinctively reach out, intertwining her fingers with whoever was closest. It was a small, grounding gesture that helped her keep calm.
Her friends had grown used to it over time.
âAh, the famous YN hand-holding ritual,â Mina teased one day, giving YNâs hand a squeeze. âItâs cute, you know. Like youâre our little comfort buddy.â
YN laughed, a little embarrassed. âI just⊠feel calmer when Iâm holding someoneâs hand. Iâm weird, huh?â
âNah, we love it,â Kirishima reassured her with his usual bright grin. âIn fact, youâre welcome to cling to me any time, YN. A pro hero should be able to help out with stuff like that, right?â
Mina nodded enthusiastically. âTotally! Besides, itâs not weird if itâs helping you feel better.â
YN was grateful for their support. She knew they didnât mind her habit, and that only made her more comfortable reaching for their hands whenever she needed it. But there was one person sheâd never tried holding hands withâBakugou.
It wasnât that she didnât want to. If she was honest with herself, she sometimes thought about it, imagining how it might feel to intertwine her fingers with his. But Bakugou was⊠well, Bakugou. He wasnât exactly the âgentle touchâ type, and she figured heâd probably find it annoying or weird if she reached for him in that way. So she always avoided touching him, keeping her hands to herself when he was around.
One day, as they sat together for lunch, Mina brought it up, her eyes sparkling with mischief. âHey, YN, have you noticed that you never reach for Bakugouâs hand?â
YN nearly choked on her drink. âW-What? IâuhâŠâ
Kirishima chuckled, leaning in. âSheâs got a point, you know. You hold our hands all the time, but not Bakugouâs. Are you scared of him?â
âScared?!â YN stammered, her cheeks heating up. âIâm not scared of him! I just⊠I donât think heâd like it, thatâs all.â
Mina gave her a knowing look. âOh, really? Because Bakugou here doesnât seem like the type to get flustered over something as small as holding hands.â
âShut up, Pinky,â Bakugou growled, though he didnât deny it. His gaze shifted, and he avoided looking directly at YN.
YN could feel her face burning, but she quickly changed the subject, laughing it off. âAnyway! Itâs not a big deal. Iâm fine with holding your hands. Itâs just⊠different.â
But her friendsâ teasing lingered in her mind, making her hyper-aware of Bakugouâs presence. She had no idea that Bakugou, on the other hand, had been noticing her habit all along. Heâd seen her reach for Minaâs hand, loop her arm with Kirishimaâs, and each time, he felt an uncomfortable pang of jealousy. Why wouldnât she reach out to him? Did she think he wasnât as dependable as the others?
As much as he tried to brush it off, it bothered him more than heâd admit.
During UAâs annual festival, the crowded grounds buzzed with excitement. Class 1-A had been helping with setting up booths, and the noise and energy around them were overwhelming. YN could feel her nerves kicking in as they made their way through the busy festival.
âWhoa, itâs packed,â Kirishima said, glancing around.
âTell me about it,â YN mumbled, trying to keep her breathing steady.
Sensing her discomfort, Mina grabbed YNâs hand, giving it a comforting squeeze. âHey, remember weâre all here if you need us.â
YN nodded, grateful. They continued walking, and as the crowd around them grew denser, she instinctively reached out to grab another hand. Her fingers slipped through someone elseâs, feeling warm and steadyâuntil she looked up and realized whose hand she was holding.
Bakugou.
Her heart jumped, and she immediately tried to pull her hand back, stammering, âI-Iâm so sorry! I didnât mean toââ
But Bakugouâs grip tightened, refusing to let go. His expression was calm, almost unreadable, but his gaze was intense as he looked down at her.
âQuit squirming,â he muttered. âIf it helps you feel safe, just⊠keep holding it.â
YN stared up at him, her cheeks turning a deep shade of red. âB-But I didnât think youâd want toâŠâ
âWhat, you think I didnât notice?â he interrupted, voice a little rougher, though he wouldnât meet her eyes. âYouâre always holding their hands, but never mine. You think Iâd mind?â
Behind them, Mina and Kirishima exchanged wide-eyed glances, grinning like theyâd just witnessed the worldâs biggest revelation. Minaâs voice echoed in a teasing whisper, âOhhh, looks like someoneâs finally holding Bakugouâs handâŠâ
YN was mortified, but Bakugou simply glared at their friends. âMind your own business.â
They continued through the festival, YNâs hand still tightly wrapped in Bakugouâs. The warmth of his grip was both unfamiliar and comforting, and she could feel her anxiety melting away. For once, the noise of the crowd didnât seem so overwhelming.
She glanced up at him, offering a small, grateful smile. âThank you, Bakugou.â
âWhatever,â he mumbled, though his cheeks had the faintest hint of a blush. âJust donât let go all of a sudden.â
Mina nudged Kirishima and whispered, âThink theyâll let go after this?â
Kirishima laughed quietly, giving her a playful nudge back. âNot a chance. I think weâll be seeing a lot more of this.â
As YN walked with Bakugou, hand in hand, she realized she didnât mind the teasing. In fact, she didnât want to let go at all. And judging by the way Bakugouâs grip stayed firm and steady, he felt the same way.
Years into their careers as pro heroes, YN and Bakugou had seen more than their fair share of action and chaos. Tonight, however, was one of those rare, peaceful evenings, where the two of them could finally unwind together. Theyâd just finished a mission, and now they sat sprawled on Bakugouâs couch, swapping war stories over takeout.
As they relaxed, a comfortable silence settled between them until YN, lost in thought, let out a small laugh.
âWhatâs so funny?â Bakugou grumbled, raising an eyebrow.
âOh, nothing,â YN said, shaking her head with a smirk. âJust⊠I was thinking about that festival back at UA.â
Bakugou squinted suspiciously. âWhich one?â
âThe one where I, uh⊠accidentally grabbed your hand.â
Bakugouâs face turned pink, but he quickly masked it with an annoyed scowl. âAccidentally, huh? Keep tellinâ yourself that.â
âOh, come on, it was!â YN protested, laughing as she nudged his shoulder. âI thought you were Kirishima! But then I looked up and realized it was you, and I was mortified. I was ready to disappear right there.â
Bakugou snorted. âYeah, I noticed. Thought youâd drop dead from embarrassment.â
âHey! You didnât help by tightening your grip, you know!â YN shot back, giving him a playful glare. âYou practically crushed my hand! What was that about?â
Bakugou shrugged, feigning indifference. âThought you needed the support, or whatever. You looked like you were about to pass out.â
YN giggled, shaking her head. âSure, sure, big tough hero just wanted to help.â
Bakugou cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck. âYeah, well⊠I was waitinâ for you to do it all damn year, you know. Youâd grab everyone elseâs hand like it was nothing, and when it was me, suddenly you couldnât even look at me.â
YN blinked, surprised. âWait, you⊠actually wanted me to hold your hand?â
âTch,â he muttered, crossing his arms. âWhy do you think I always stood next to you in crowded places? Wasnât a coincidence, idiot.â
Her laughter softened into a warm smile. âSo all this time⊠you were jealous?â
Bakugou shot her a glare, cheeks bright red. âI wouldnât call it jealousy.â
âWhat would you call it, then?â YN asked, smirking mischievously.
âA strategic maneuver,â he said, nose in the air. âIf you got anxious, it was only logical that Iâd be the one to handle it.â
YN snickered. âRight, because nothing says âtough guyâ like hoping someone will hold your hand.â
âOi!â Bakugou growled, though his expression softened into an uncharacteristic smile. âYouâre lucky I let you grab it at all.â
âLucky, huh?â YN teased, leaning into his shoulder. âWell, in that case, I guess Iâm lucky youâre still holding it.â
Bakugouâs fingers intertwined with hers, his grip firm but gentle. âYeah, yeah. Donât go getting sappy on me now.â
YN rolled her eyes but didnât let go, letting the warmth of his hand remind her of that day at the festivalâthe beginning of something she hadnât realized they both wanted.
And for the rest of the evening, every time she tried to pull her hand away, Bakugou would grumble, tightening his grip and muttering, âStrategic maneuver, remember?â
YN only laughed, realizing that some things really never change.
© jxwl4k 2025
Explosions in the Rain - K. Bakugo
When you were four years old, you were physically Katsuki Bakugoâs greatest pain in the ass.
Your Quirk was Precipitation, which allowed you to control and manipulate water, but specifically water from the atmosphere or the air around you, such as the rain. For as long as you could remember, whenever Bakugo created those annoyingly loud and intrusive explosions of his, you would also gather the water particles in the air around you and drop water at his hands to stop the explosion. You effortlessly pissed him off to no end, especially when you would always stop him from bullying Izuku.
He hated it; how you got so used to stopping him from creating his explosions to the point where you could even predict when, where, and how he was going to use them. You read him like a book, and he despised it. He despised how well you knew him, despised how perceptive you were despite only being four and the same age as him, and despised how you made him feel weak.
When you were twelve years old, you were mentally Bakugoâs greatest pain in the ass.
Itâs already been established for the past eight years that you had grown completely and utterly familiar with Bakugo and his Quirk. But twelve was a difficult age for everyone; most people were entering puberty, it was the time of inexperienced preteens doing things that they will regret later in life, and most people began to understand their crushes.
Bakugo wasnât most people. When his heart raced whenever you spoke or bickered with him, he assumed that he was just getting adrenaline from âwinningâ the argument (he usually always lost in the end). Whenever his face reddened when you accidentally brushed his hand or touched him, he just assumed that he was angry. Whenever you defended Izuku from Bakugo, he always assumed that he was pissed because of the sole fact that you were defending Deku of all people.
When you were sixteen years old, you were supposedly Bakugoâs greatest pain in the ass.
You were both first years at UA, and despite your constant arguing, name calling, and childlike behavior with each other, everyone always assumed at first meeting that you were both dating but just had particularly strange ways of showing affection. They had even spread rumors that you were both dating--although you were both used to it, as the same thing used to happen in middle school.
You both denied those rumors, although deep inside of Bakugoâs heart, he did want those rumors to be true. However, even with the knowledge from the both of you that the rumors were false, most people still assumed that you were both in love. After all, you both always looked for each other during a villain attack and stuck to each otherâs side. No one will ever forget just how fragmented your mental state was when Bakugo was kidnapped by the League of Villains, and how you cried when you and a few others managed to get him back.
When you were seventeen, Bakugo realized that you were never his greatest pain in the ass, but his greatest soft spot and weakness.
How absolutely heartwrenching your scream was when he basically died. How he felt his soul leave his body when you saw you bloody and unconscious. How he held you close when the war ended and you both narrowly survived.
And finally, finally, he realized that all this time, he never despised the feelings you gave him. He adored it, and he began to relish in it. The red on his cheeks and how you held his heart in your hands and never once dropped it. How he loved you.
When you were twenty-two years old, you truly became Bakugoâs greatest weakness.
Or perhaps we should change how we address him to Katsuki, as Bakugo is now also your last name.
The cold golden ring against your finger was a small yet impactful sensation, enough to make you tear up. Youâve always dreamed of this day, of getting married to the one you loved most. And standing right in front of you at the altar was your dearest Katsuki, who you refused to allow to wear makeup to cover up his scars. âToday, we are here to celebrate the knot of two wonderful young soulsâŠâ the priest began.
As the priest finished his long speech, Katsuki leaned in, and right before he kissed you, he muttered something. âYou know, growing up, you were my biggest pain in the ass.â
âSame with you.â You murmured, chuckling breathily. His eyes softened before cupping your cheek with a calloused hand.
âIâll love growing old with you just as much as I did growing up with you. I love you.â
He kissed you after those words, and finally, you eternally became Katsukiâs greatest weakness.
This was made on a whim, and this is also my first time ever writing for MHAâŠdo tell me what you think of this lmao
boyfriend katsuki LOVES eating you out.
katsuki will look for any chance to bury his face in your pretty cunt, his nose rubbing up against your clit with each small movement. his two large hands pushing your thighs up and towards your chest while he laps up your sweet and saccharine juices. the way you whimper and whine at his ministrations, he is quite literally drunk on your pussy.
ââs too much, katsu,â you hiccup, using whatever bit of strength you have to lift your head up while your left hand is in his hair.
katsuki grunts in response, sending vibrations throughout your body. if you thought that your pleas would make him be any more gentle, you should have known better.
âcâmon princess,â he groans into your pussy as he pushes his middle and index finger into your pulsating hole.âgimme one more, please, cum on my face just one more time.â
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IJRJWJAUDJEJE I MUST HAVE HIM.
the language of biting.
NOTE. a teensy bitsy suggestive!
Bakugou doesnât always say âI love youâ with words.
Sure, he can.
He has.
He does.
But more often than not, itâs in the things he does: folding your laundry just the way you like it, memorizing the exact heat setting for your tea, walking on the side of traffic when you two are out (itâs become a habit at this point, and he will get playfully physical with trying to switch places with you if you think otherwise), scowling at people who so much as glance at you too long.
The quiet, loaded things.
Acts of service.
Devotion in motion.
But when you two are aloneâwhen the world outside your apartment fades and itâs just the two of youâhis love starts to show in other, more unconventional ways.
Like biting.
It starts off soft, playful, almost lazy.
Youâll be curled on the couch, on his lap, while something plays on the TV, forgotten. Your hand will drift against his surprisingly soft hands, playing with his fingers to flex them open and close as you hum, and heâll nuzzle closer, burying his face into your thigh or shoulder or collarboneâwherever you are.
Because Bakugou is an unreliable narrator when it comes to you.
And then, without warningâ
âKatsuki!â
You gasp, as if he had just committed the most heinous crime, laughing as he runs his canines gently over your skin, slow and deliberate, like heâs testing how much youâll let him get away with.
âWhat?â he mumbles, not even pretending to be innocent.
âYou bit me!â
He huffs a short laugh. âDid not.â
âI felt your teeth, you maniac.â
âDidnât bite,â he says again, leaning in to nip at your collarbone, slow and deliberate this time. âJust a pretend bite. Barely.â
You yelp and try to push him away, palms flat against his shoulders. âWhat are you, a dog?â
Bakugou smirks against your skin. âYou donât hear me barkinâ, do you?â
âShould I take you to the vet? Get your rabies shot?â
His teeth graze you again, this time just on your aching shoulder blade that youâve been whining about for the past few days. âToo late, dummy.â
He bites down again, this time just enough to leave a fleeting pressureânever enough to bruise, never enough to really hurt, just enough to say, Mine. His hand slides under your hoodie, not in a lewd way, but to rest warm against your waist as he presses his teeth into the curve of your shoulder.
âWhy is this your favorite?â
âBecause youâre soft.â
âThatâs not a reason to bite me.â
âOr maybe you could just admit that Iâm cute when I do it.â
âCute? You just bit me like a teething baby!â
He quietly sighs and leans up higher, bringing his face close to yours now. âWasnât tryna hurt you. JustâŠâ He pauses, nose brushing yours. ââs weird, but I like doinâ it. That ok?â
Bakugou never bites when heâs angry. Never in frustration. Only when heâs calm, or smug, or holding you close and soaking in the way you fit perfectly in his arms. The biting isnât possessive in the toxic way. Itâs intimate. Familiar. He doesnât even realize how often he does it.
Your expression softens at that, because of course it does. How could it not? His voice had gone quiet, and his brows were furrowed in that shy, self-conscious way that only ever comes out when heâs being sincere.
âYou do know biting me isnât how humans mark territory, right?â you tease.
His ears turn pink at the tip. âShut up.â
âNo, no, Iâm serious. Should I be worried? Is this like⊠a feral wolfboy thing?â
âKeep talkinâ and I will bite harder.â
You snort and lean forward to kiss the tip of his nose. âYouâre weird.â
âAnd youâre still in my lap.â
âYouâre lucky I love you.â
âNever said I wasnâ lucky.â
But then, just as you relax againâhe strikes. A soft, precise bite just behind your ear this time around. His canines dig in just enough to make you squirm, though thereâs no pain. Just the warm press of his lips a moment later.
âKatsuki!â
You could feel him smile against your skin. âCouldnât help it. You smell too good.â
âYou areâinsane. You are absolutely feral.â
âYouâre still not movinâ.â
âBecause youâre hugging me like a bear, idiot.â
âGuess you canât do anythinâ about it now, huh?â
And then heâs peppering kisses along your shoulderâsoft ones, a little too sweet to match the devilish glint in his eyeâinterrupted every few seconds by little nips. Not enough to leave marks. Just enough to feel. Enough to make you shiver and laugh and squirm under his touch until you're warm and breathless from giggling.
Eventually, you push him away with both hands, heaving in breaths. âYou need a warning label.â
âIâve got a hero license. Close enough.â
âIâm gonna make you get a rabies shot.â
âGo ahead. Long as youâre there to hold my hand.â
You roll your eyes, but the affection behind it is undeniable. âYouâre the worst.â
âAnd still your favorite.â
You sigh, defeated, reaching up to comb your fingers through his hair. âYeah. Unfortunately, Iâm married to someone who bites like a baby whoâs just now getting their baby teeth.â
He grins, closing his eyes. âBetter get used to it.â
âYou done?â
ââŠMaybe.â
âKatsuki.â
ââŠOkay, okay. Iâm done.â
. . .
ââŠFor now.â
âIf those leave a markâI will make you do laundry by yourself next week.â
And Bakugou, pleased as hell with himself, gives you one final, barely-there bite to your shoulder and murmurs, âLove you too.â
SEUMYO © 2025. PLEASE DO NOT REPOST, PLAGIARIZE, MODIFY OR TRANSLATE.
father and son
bonding time
don't be mad
sorry for adding you on discord and then never talking to you because im autistic and dont have anything to say to anybody #girl
A BOXERS STRUGGLES !
ft. boxer!katsuki bakugo x f!reader
summary: Bakugo is fiercely dedicated to becoming Japan's number one boxer, but he faces inner conflict when he starts developing feelings for someone. His fear of distraction threatens his rise to the top, creating tension between his personal life and his aspirations. As their relationship deepens, he learns to balance his love for her with his desire to succeed in boxing. [wc: 5k]
The gym stank of sweat and blood. The air was thick with the sounds of fists pounding heavy bags, the rhythmic shuffle of footwork against the mat, and the sharp commands of coaches drilling fighters into champions.
This was Katsuki Bakugoâs world. The ring was his domain. The roar of a crowd? Just white noise. The only thing that mattered was the moment his fist connectedâthe instant he proved, without question, that he was better.
His opponent staggered back, legs wobbling. His ribs were bruised, his breath shallow. He was still standing, barely, but Bakugo could already see it in his eyes.
He was finished.
Aizawaâs voice rang through the gym. âStay sharp, Bakugo.â
Katsuki Bakugo stood in the center of the ring, fists clenched in his taped-up hands, his breath controlled despite the fire burning in his chest. His opponent for todayâs spar was already on his knees, clutching his ribs, coughing through the pain.
âGet up,â Bakugo growled, shaking out his fists. âI ainât done with yaâ yet.â
The other fighter grimaced trying everything in his power to rise, but before he could, the coach called it.
âThatâs enough, Bakugo!â His trainer, Aizawa, sighed from outside the ropes, arms crossed over his chest. âI told you to spar, not destroy.â
Bakugo clicked his tongue and turned away, grabbing a towel from the corner post to wipe the sweat off his face.
âIf heâs too weak to take a hit, he shouldnât be in the ring,â he muttered, stepping out of the ropes.
âThat âweakâ fighter you just knocked out was ranked fifth in the region.â
âThen I guess Iâm already top four.â
Aizawa exhaled through his nose and shook his head lightly, but there was the ghost of a smirk in his otherwise impassive expression. Bakugo had talentâraw, explosive talent that had propelled him through the rankings faster than anyone had expected. But he had a fatal flaw.
He fought like a man trying to bury something.
Something he was afraid to lose.
Bakugo exhaled slowly, rolling his shoulders as he looked down at his fallen opponent. It wasnât personal. It never was. The guy had stepped into the ring knowing what he was getting into. If you werenât ready to fall, you shouldnât be fighting.
âDamn, man!â
The sound of Kirishimaâs voice cut through the noise before Bakugo felt a heavy arm slap against his back. âThat was sick! You dropped him like a sack of bricks.â
Bakugo clicked his tongue, walking toward his corner to unwrap the tape from his hands. âTch. If he went down that easy, he shouldnât have been in the ring with me.â
âYeah, yeah, I get it. Youâre a beast.â Kirishima laughed, leaning against the ropes. âWhich is exactly why you need to come out tonight. Weâre celebrating.â
Bakugo shot him a glare. âThe hell we are.â
âCâmonnn, man! Youâve been tearing through the ranks like crazy. People are talking. Youâre undefeated, making a name for yourself, and youâve got fans.â Kirishima smirked. âI mean, how many guys get this far at our age?â
âIâm not doing this for a goddamn party,â Bakugo muttered, tossing the used tape into the trash.
Kirishima groaned. âBro. You never do anything outside the gym. You donât even celebrate your own wins.â
Because there was nothing to celebrate. Winning wasnât the goalâit was the standard.
Bakugo was going to be the best boxer in Japan. That wasnât just some damn dream or some nice idea to hope for. It was a fact. Something inevitable. And if it wasnât inevitable, then he just had to train even harder than before.
There was no reason to slow down.
No reason to waste time at some party.
But Kirishima was still looking at him, hopeful as ever, and Bakugo knew the bastard wouldnât shut up about it.
He clicked his tongue. âTch. Fine. But Iâm not staying long.â
Kirishima cheered. âHell yeah!â
This is a waste of time.
Bakugo knew it. He knew he should be in the gym, working on his footwork, watching fight tapes, doing something, anything, to get ahead of the competition.
But he ignored the voice in his head, just this once.
Plus, was the worst that could happen?
The party was loud. So agonizing loud.
The bass from the speakers thumped through the floors, shaking the walls of the packed apartment. People were everywhere, drinking, laughing, talking too damn much. Some of them he recognizedâfighters from the gym, people from the local boxing circuitâbut most of them were just randoms.
âHere.â Kirishima shoved a drink into his hand.
Bakugo took one look at it and scoffed. âI ainât drinking that shit.â
Kirishima rolled his eyes. âMan, at least pretend youâre having fun.â
Bakugo didnât respond. He was already regretting this.
He didnât belong here.
This wasnât his world.
He was about to leave when Kirishima perked up, eyes lighting up as he spotted someone across the room. âOh, shit! She actually came.â
Bakugo barely glanced over. âWho?â
Kirishima grinned. âThat girl I told you aboutâ(Y/N).â
Bakugo finally looked.
You werenât flashy like some of the other girls here. You werenât trying to be the center of attention, werenât draped over some guyâs arm, werenât looking at him like he was some kind of goddamn celebrity.
You were just sitting there, talking to a friend, nursing a drink in your hand. You didnât even seem all that interested in the party at all.
And somehow, that was the first thing that made him notice you.
Kirishima nudged him. âSheâs cool. I think youâd actually like her.â
Bakugo scowled. âTch. Since when do you set me up with people?â
âIâm not setting you up,â Kirishima laughed. âBut seriously, man. You need to talk to people who arenât trying to punch you in the face for once.â
Bakugo rolled his eyes. He wasnât here to meet people. He was here to get Kirishima off his back, and then he was leaving.
But then, as if you could feel him looking, your gaze flicked over to his.
And you smiled.
Not in an over-the-top way. Not in that annoying, flirty, âIâm just here for the fightersâ way.
Just a simple, amused smile. Like you knew something he didnât.
And for some stupid, infuriating reason, that was enough to make him stay a little longer.
You didnât approach him first.
That was the second thing he noticed about you.
You werenât like most people who came up to him at these kinds of eventsâall wide-eyed admiration and empty compliments. You werenât trying to impress him.
If anything, you were unimpressed.
And that⊠bothered him.
So when Kirishima finally dragged him over to introduce you, Bakugo was already in a foul mood.
â(Y/N), this is Bakugo,â Kirishima said, grinning. âBakugo, this is (Y/N). Sheâs cool, I swear.â
You gave him a once-over, raising an eyebrow before smirking. âYeah, I know who he is.â
Bakugo narrowed his eyes. âTch. That so?â
âIâve been to a couple of your fights.â You shrugged. âYou donât let them last very long, huh?â
He scoffed. âWhy the hell would I?â
You tilted your head. âI dunno. Wouldnât kill you to put on a show for once.â
Kirishima snorted. âDamn. Sheâs got you there, man.â
Bakugo clicked his tongue, crossing his arms. He wasnât used to people talking to him like thisâlike he was just some guy instead of a rising champion.
But you werenât mocking him.
You werenât flirting, either.
You were just⊠talking to him.
And for the first time in a long time, Katsuki Bakugo wasnât sure how to respond.
This was bad.
This was exactly the kind of distraction he couldnât afford.
The next day arrived as Bakugo got out of bed, the sunlight streaming through his window, casting a warm glow across his room. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and took a deep breath, steeling himself for the day ahead. As he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, he could still feel the weight of the events from the previous night lingering in his mind, making it hard to focus.
Bakugo didnât do distractions.
He trained. He fought. He won. That was it.
He didnât waste time at parties, didnât fuck around with meaningless shit like relationships or making friends outside of the gym. There was no point. The only thing that mattered was getting stronger.
So why the hell had he stayed at that party longer than he intended?
Why the hell had you stuck in his head?
It pissed him off more than it should have.
It wasnât like you had done anything special. You werenât drooling over him like most people who recognized his name. You werenât trying to get something out of him. You werenât even acting impressed.
You were just⊠there.
And for some stupid reason, that was what made him notice you.
Tch. Whatever. It doesn't even matter anymore.
He wasnât gonna waste time thinking about some random girl.
So, as usual, he threw himself into training.
The gym was empty except for the steady rhythm of his fists pounding the heavy bag. It was lateâso late that even Aizawa had already left for the night, trusting Bakugo to lock up when he was done. The only sounds that filled the space were the heavy thuds of leather meeting flesh and the occasional creak of the building settling around him.
His body ached, but it wasnât enough. The burn in his muscles was a reminder of how hard he was working, yet it only fueled his determination. He needed more. More speed. More power. More control. He needed to push himself past his limits, to go beyond what he was yesterday. Each punch felt like a step toward a higher version of himself, a way to stave off the ever-looming fear of being left behind.
Because if he didnâtâif he slowed down for even a secondâsomeone else would catch up. The thought danced tauntingly in the back of his mind, an insidious whisper that he couldn't shake off. He refused to let that happen; he wouldn't allow anyone to inch ahead of him.
So he fought harder, faster, his focus narrowing like a predatory gaze. The world beyond the gym faded, blurring into insignificance as he lost himself in his routine. He was so absorbed in his relentless pursuit that he barely noticed when someone else walked into the gym. The door creaked softly, almost lost in the noise of his efforts, and he instinctively increased his intensity, a faint flicker of curiosity stirring deep within him. Who would dare interrupt his sanctum?
âJesus. Do you ever go home?â
His fist stopped mid-swing.
He turned, scowling, only to find you leaning against the doorway.
You werenât supposed to be here.
âWhat the hell are you doinâ here?â he snapped.
You shrugged. âKirishima told me youâd still be here. Thought Iâd stop by.â
He narrowed his eyes. âTch. Donât you got somewhere better to be?â
âProbably,â you said easily, walking further into the gym. âBut this is more interesting.â
That threw him off. Most people didnât stick around after his fights. Not unless they wanted something.
But you werenât asking for anything.
And that was what made you dangerous.
He grabbed his water bottle and took a long sip, trying to ignore the way you were watching him.
âYou train like youâre running from something,â you said suddenly.
He nearly choked on his water. âThe fuck did you just say?â
You leaned against the ring, arms crossed, studying him with an expression that was way too goddamn knowing. âYou fight like thereâs something chasing you.â
He scoffed. âTch. You donât know shit about fighting.â
âI know about people,â you shot back.
His jaw clenched.
Because that was the problem.
You werenât looking at him like a fighter. You were looking at him like a person. And that threw him off. It wasnât just the intensity of your gaze; it was the way you seemed to see himâpast the tough exterior, into something deeper.
He didnât know what to do with that.
You didnât go away after that initial encounter. Somehow, you kept showing upâat the gym, at his fights, infiltrating his thoughts at the most inconvenient times. Youâd sit on the sidelines, a calm presence amidst the chaos, watching with that same unreadable expression that both intrigued and frustrated him. You didnât fawn over him. You didnât try to flirt or get his attention. You were just⊠there.
And no matter how much he tried to ignore you, he couldnât shake the feeling that you were gradually unraveling him.
âYo, you good, man?â Kirishima asked after a particularly exhausting sparring session, wiping sweat from his brow.
Bakugo scowled, his irritation simmering just below the surface. âThe fuck kind of question is that?â
Kirishima smirked, a knowing light in his eyes. âI dunno, dude. Youâve been off lately. Like, youâve been extra agitated every time (Y/N) is around.â
Bakugoâs fists tightened into balls at his sides, his heart racing. âShut the hell up.â
Kirishima just laughed, unfazed. âBro. Youâre so obvious.â
There was nothing obvious about it, at least thatâs what he kept telling himself. The truth was, every time he caught a glimpse of you cheering for himâyour lips curled into that soft smile, your eyes sparkling with prideâhe felt something shift inside him. Something he wasn't prepared to confront.
It was maddening how a simple presence could ignite a fire in his chest.
He cursed under his breath, pushing the thought aside. There was nothing to even talk about, nothing to feel. Because whatever this wasâwhatever you were doing to himâhe wasnât gonna let it get in the way.
He refused to let his heart get tangled in the mess of feelings he didnât understand. But deep down, a part of him wondered if perhaps being a fighter meant more than just throwing punches. Perhaps it meant fighting for somethingâor someoneâworth it.
So, as always, he did the only thing he knew how to do.
He trained harder.
And harder.
And harder.
Like he could beat the thought of you out of his head.
Like he could make himself stop wanting something he wasnât supposed to have.
But no matter how hard he triedâŠYou were still there.
And that was the real problem.
After that night, things⊠shifted.
He stopped avoiding you. Stopped pretending you didnât exist.
You still werenât pushing to be in his life, but somehow, you were just thereâcloser than before.
And maybe⊠just maybe⊠he liked that.
A little too much.
Recently, You started showing up at the gym more.
You never interrupted his training, never got in his way, but he could feel you there. Could hear the way youâd tease Kirishima when he dropped a weight. Could hear your voice in between the rounds of his sparring matches.
And you wanna know the worst part about it?
He started looking forward to it.
âYouâre getting better,â you said one day, watching him hit the pads with his trainer.
He wiped sweat from his brow, smirking. âTch. âCourse I am. Iâm not some weak-ass rookie.â
You rolled your eyes. âNever said you were. But you used to just go for the kill every fight. Youâre starting to actually think in the ring.â
His smirk faltered.
Because that was true, too.
He fought like a ticking time bomb, each punch a detonation of raw power that sent shockwaves through his opponents. His reputation was built on pure brute force, but recently⊠everything had shifted.
He was evolving.
Taking a breath.
Learning the game.
Maybe it was because, for the first time, he had someone whose opinion actually mattered to him.
Shit.
This was spiraling out of control.
It wasnât just in the ring anymore.
You started showing up in his life outside the gym, too. After every match, youâd be there, thrusting a water bottle into his hands before he could even catch his breath.
âYouâve got to hydrate, dumbassâ youâd tease, rolling your eyes like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
And hell, he found himself addicted to the way you called him a dumbass with that playful grin.
Then there was that one night when Kirishima dragged him to a late-night diner, and there you wereâtotally unexpected.
But instead of bailing like he usually would, he took a seat next to you in the booth. He picked at his food, captivated by your animated argument with Kirishima about something ridiculously trivial. When you nudged his arm, asking for his take, he found himself responding.
Because he wanted to.
Because you were a blast.
Because, for just a moment, fighting faded into the background.
Thatâs when things got really complicated.
The real trouble started the moment he stopped denying it.
When he started craving your presence.
When he caught himself stealing glances at you when you thought he wasnât looking.
When he realized your laughter was now his favorite melody.
And then the late nights came, when he lay in bed wide awake, staring at the ceiling, wondering what you were up to.
Did you think about him, too?
Oh hell.
He was in deep.
And he had no idea how to navigate this storm brewing inside him.
Bakugo didnât know what the hell was wrong with him.
Scratch thatâhe knew.
He just didnât want to admit it.
For weeks now, heâd been stuck in his own goddamn head, tryingâand failingâto pretend that you werenât the reason his focus was slipping. Every training session, every sparring match, everything just felt⊠off. It had gotten worse.
Everything about you messed with him.
The way you chewed on your lip when you were thinking, lost in a world that felt miles away. The way your voice softened when you spoke to him, just a little, as if he wasnât the disaster everybody painted him to be. The way you looked at himâeyes bright and curiousâlike he was more than just his fists, more than the explosive temper that often burned those around him.
And now? He couldnât fucking stand it.
Because he wanted you.
Badly.
And it was driving him insane.
âSo,â Kirishima said, leaning against the locker room bench, arms crossed with that unnerving spiky smile plastered on his face. âYou gonna tell her, or are you just gonna keep making that face forever?â
Bakugo scowled. âWhat fucking face?â
Kirishima smirked wider, his eyes twinkling with mischief. âThe one youâre making right now. The âIâm a grumpy volcano thatâs about to eruptâ face.â
With an annoyed grunt, Bakugo yanked off his gloves, throwing them into his locker as if they were the source of all his problems. âI ainât makinâ a face.â
âDude.â Kirishima exhaled dramatically, rolling his eyes. âYou like her. Itâs painfully obvious. You get all weird and broody whenever sheâs around.â
Bakugo turned his back, trying to hide the heat blooming in his cheeks. âI ainât broody.â
Kirishima ignored him, shoving his hands into his pockets with a casual confidence that only aggravated Bakugo further. âAnd she definitely likes you, too.â
That made him freeze.
His fingers tightened around the straps of his gloves, heart hammering in a way he really didnât fucking like. The thought of you returning his feelings stirred something inside himâa mix of fear and hope that twisted his stomach into knots.
He forced a scoff, trying to mask the turmoil. âTch. You donât know that.â
âBro, she watches your fights like sheâs trying to figure you out. No one stares at someone that much unless theyâre either obsessed or in love.â
Bakugo clenched his jaw, irritation bubbling up.
Love.
No.
That wasnât what this was.
It couldnât be.
Right?
Kirishima leaned forward, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret. âIâve seen the way she lights up when you walk in. When she cheers for you, itâs like sheâs rooting for a hero.â
He paused, letting his words settle into Bakugo's mind, each one weighing heavier than the last. âYou could have something real, man. But if you just keep pretending itâs nothingââ
Bakugo cut him off, spinning around with a fierce glare. âShut it! Iâm not in the mood for your sappy bullshit!â
Kirishima raised his hands in defense. âHey, Iâm just saying what weâre all thinking. You canât keep running away from this. Itâs like you want to explode but youâre holding it back. Just tell her how you feel!â
But the thought of putting himself out there, of opening up, felt like a different kind of explosionâone that terrified him. A battle he wasn't sure he could win.
âWhat if IâŠ?â His voice trailed off, the whisper fragile, almost foreign to him.
âWhat if you what?â Kirishima pressed, leaning in closer, eyebrows furrowed in genuine concern.
âWhat if she thinks Iâm a total loser?â Bakugo shot back, the words slipping out before he could catch them.
Kirishima chuckled softly, shaking his head. âDude, sheâs been right by your side through everything. Trust me. She sees you. The real you. Not just the angry guy who blows stuff up.â
And in that moment, all Bakugo could do was stare into his friend's earnest eyes, the wheels turning in his mind. He felt the pressure build within himânot just the pressure of his own chaotic thoughts, but a surge of longing that was hard to ignore.
âWhat if I try?â he muttered, almost to himself.
Kirishimaâs face split into a grin. âNow youâre talking! Just think about it. Taking a leap like this can lead to something incredible. And who knows? You might just find that sheâs waiting for you to make a move.â
Bakugo took a deep breath, gripping his locker. The thought of finally breaking free from this never-ending cycle of confusion was both terrifying and exhilarating. But deep down, he knew he couldn't keep pretending anymore.
With every passing moment, the desire to grab you by the shoulders and confess everything grew stronger. He would have to face his fearsâhead-on, just like he did in every fight.
âAlright,â he growled, determination erupting within him. âIâll do it.â
As Kirishima gave him a confident nod, Bakugo felt the familiar rush of adrenaline that accompanied every fightâbut this time, it was for something much more important than just victory. It was for you. The challenge had been accepted, and he was ready to stop being the broody, angry guy everyone expected him to be.
Bakugo would fight for this, and he wouldn't back down. Not now, not ever.
Kirishima nudged him with his foot. âDude, just confess already. Itâs not like sheâs gonna reject you.â
Bakugo exhaled sharply, running a hand through his damp hair.
Confess?
He wasnât that guy.
He wasnât soft. He wasnât romantic. He didnât have a way with words.
And what if he messed it up?
What if you looked at him differently?
What ifâ
Kirishima snapped his fingers in front of his face. âOi. Stop thinking so damn much.â
Bakugo growled. âI ainâtââ
âYeah, yeah, you ainât thinking, whatever.â Kirishima rolled his eyes. âJust tell her.â
Bakugo let out a long, frustrated sigh.
Fine.
Fuck it.
If he was gonna do this, he was gonna do it his way.
Finding you wasnât hard. You were always around the gym, watching his fights, teasing him after sparring sessions, lighting a fire in his chest that he couldnât quite understand.
And just like always, there you wereâsitting on the bench outside the gym, scrolling through your phone, waiting.
Waiting for him.
His stomach tightened at the sight.
He shoved the feeling aside and made his way toward you, stopping just a foot away.
You glanced up, a bright smile breaking across your face. âOh, hey! Good fight tonight. You didnât completely destroy the guy in the first round this time. Progress.â
He ignored the jab, shoving his hands into his pockets to hide the slight tremor. âCome with me.â
You blinked, surprised. âUh. Okay?â
You stood, raising an eyebrow, but didnât argue when he began to walk awayâleading you down the dimly lit street. The hum of the city buzzed around, cars thudding in the distance, the faint flickering of a streetlamp overhead matching the anxiety in his chest.
Finally, he stopped near an empty park, hands still deep in his pockets. The air felt electric, charged with anticipation and the weight of everything he was about to say.
You tilted your head, your curiosity making you even more breathtaking. âSo⊠whatâs up?â
He exhaled sharply, staring at the ground like it held the answers to all his questions.
Fuck.
Why was this so hard?
He could beat the hell out of seasoned fighters, could take punches that would knock most guys out, could bleed for his dreamâbut standing here, he felt utterly paralyzed.
His hands curled into fists with frustration.
Then, finallyâ
âI like you.â
Silence.
The words hung in the air, heavy and final.
Slowly, you blinked.
ââŠWait. What?â
His jaw clenched. âYou heard me.â
A small smile tugged at your lips, transforming your face into a canvas of joy. âI think I did. But you might have to say it again.â
His eye twitched. âI swear to godââ
You laughed, the sound like music ringing through the night.
It irritated him and thrilled him all at once, making his heart race faster.
You crossed your arms, a mischievous glint in your eye. âOkay, letâs pretend I didnât already know that. Why do you like me?â
His stomach flipped, twisting in a whirlwind of nerves.
âTch. The hell kinda question is that?â
âA very fair one.â You raised an eyebrow, challenging him to explain the impossible. âCâmon, Katsuki. If youâre gonna confess, do it right.â
His face burned hotter than a raging flame.
This is a mistake.
Why the hell am I doing this?
But he was already in too deep.
So, fuck it.
He took a tentative step closer.
Then another.
Until you were right there, just inches away, your teasing expression faltering as you realized the gravity of the moment.
His voice dropped lower, rough yet full of depth. âI like you because you donât take my shit.â
You inhaled sharply, eyes wide with surprise.
âI like you because you donât look at me like everyone else does.â
Your breath hitched, and he noticed the way your lips parted slightly.
âI like you because youâre in my goddamn head and I canât get you out.â
Your gaze flickered down to his mouth, and he saw everything shift in your expression, a mix of surprise and something he dared to hope was desire.
And thenâ
He kissed you.
Hard.
It was a surge of emotion, raw and unrefined. All teeth, heat, and a desperate need, as if the world around them had vanished and there was only you and him in that moment.
This wasnât some innocent little crush.
This was him breaking.
Breaking down walls that had stood for too long, walls that had been built to keep everyoneâand everythingâout. But you had found the cracks, slipped through them before he even realized what was happening, and nowânowâhe was caving.
Your fingers fisted into his shirt, desperate, pulling him closer like you couldnât get enough. And fuck, that was all the encouragement he needed.
He growled against your lips, something raw and almost dangerous, his hands gripping your waist in a vice, holding you there, pinning you against him like you were the only thing keeping him tethered to the goddamn earth.
You gasped, and he took advantage of it, deepening the kissâhungry, reckless, all-consuming. It was messy, all teeth and heat and the undeniable, electric pull between you both.
He wasnât thinking anymore.
He was just feeling.
You tasted like something dangerous. Something he couldnât get enough ofâlike a match striking against gasoline, igniting something deep inside him that had been waiting to burn.
His fingers dug into your hips, pulling you flush against him, and he let out a shaky, almost desperate breath against your mouth.
More.
He needed more.
The feeling of your body against his, the heat of your skin seeping into him, the way your nails raked up his back, sending a sharp shudder through his spineâit was fucking addictive.
He had been starving, and now that he had this, now that he had you, he didnât know how the hell he was supposed to stop.
Your lips moved in sync, perfectly, like you had been waiting just as long for thisâlike you had wanted him all this time, too.
And when you moaned softly against him, he damn near lost his mind.
His hand slid up your back, pressing against the curve of your spine, holding you impossibly close, swallowing the sound like it was hisâbecause it was.
You were his.
And the realization hit him harder than any punch he had ever taken.
By the time he pulled back, panting, his forehead pressing against yours, he could feel your breath against his lipsâshaky, unsteady, just as wrecked as he was.
You looked up at him, lips swollen, eyes dazed, and fuck, he had never seen anything more perfect.
He smirked, but it was different this timeâsofter, but no less intense.
âTch. Told you,â he muttered, his voice rough from the weight of everything he had just let go.
You exhaled, blinking up at him, breathless but grinning, and shit, that smileâthat goddamn smileâmade something inside him snap all over again.
âOkay. Yeah. That was definitely a confession.â
He huffed a laugh, his chest still heaving. âDamn right it was.â
And when you reached up, tracing your fingers along the sharp edge of his jaw, tilting his face back down to yours, he knewâhe fucking knew.
There was no going back from this.
The world could go to hell, the entire damn boxing circuit could collapse, and he wouldnât care.
In that moment, with the stars shining overhead and the world spinning just for them, Bakugo felt something shift inside. No longer just a fighter or a hot-headed boxerâhe was yours.
And he wasnât letting you go.
Mine, he thought, and he knew he was ready to face whatever came nextâtogether.
And for the first time in his life, he wasnât afraid of wanting.
© sakuraszn! xoxo
art creds: gsony24
"my pretty girl"
I'm unzipping your jeans with my teeth.
hii, could you please write about katsuki x fem reader and how they just casually revealed their relationship to the class (eg. him cooking and sleepy reader comes down casually in his clothes or sum??) thank youu!!
A Sleepy Surprise
The smell of something delicious fills the dorm common area, making a few of Class 1-Aâs students pause in their morning routines. You groggily stretch under the warm blankets before realizing that your usual alarmâBakugoâs grumblingâhas been replaced by the distant sound of something sizzling in a pan. The enticing aroma of food drifts up to your room, nudging you awake despite the sleep still clinging to you.
Without much thought, you pull yourself out of bed, rubbing at your eyes as you shuffle toward the door. Bakugoâs hoodie is the first thing you grab, slipping it over your head, the fabric swallowing your frame comfortably. The scent of him, something warm and familiar, lingers in the material. You donât bother changing out of his sweatpants from the night before, the waistband cinched just enough to stay up, though the legs are too long and drag slightly as you walk.
Still half-asleep, you slowly make your way down the stairs, guided by the promise of food. As you step into the common area, a few voices murmur, but you barely register them. Your focus is entirely on the kitchen, where Bakugo stands at the stove, flipping a pancake with effortless precision.
He barely glances at you as he shifts the frying pan to another burner. âSit down. Foodâs almost done.â
You hum sleepily in response, dragging yourself to the counter. The class, however, goes completely silent. Itâs the kind of silence that feels heavy, like everyone is holding their breath, waiting for something to explode.
You miss the wide-eyed stares, the way Denki nudges Mina, who claps a hand over her mouth, or how Kirishimaâs brows shoot up in surprise. Youâre too busy resting your head on your folded arms, the warmth of the kitchen lulling you back toward sleep.
âSmells good,â you mumble, voice still thick with sleep.
Bakugo scoffs, setting a plate in front of you. âYeah, yeah, hurry up and eat before you pass out on the damn table.â
You grab your fork without a second thought, taking a bite of the food he made just for you, savoring the flavors as your brain slowly catches up with the world around you. "This is amazing, 'Suki."
The explosion of noise is almost immediate.
âWAIT, WAIT, WAIT.â Denki practically screeches, making you wince. âDid she justâDid she just call himâ?â
ââSUKI??â Mina gasps, hands on her cheeks. âOH MY GOD.â
âAre you two dating?â Iida asks, pushing his glasses up in pure disbelief.
Bakugo turns his sharp crimson glare on them, clicking his tongue in annoyance. âWhat, you extras deaf or somethinâ? âCourse we are.â
A chorus of âWHAAAAAT?!â erupts from your classmates, ranging from Kirishimaâs proud laughter to Minetaâs dramatic wailing about life being unfair. You just blink sleepily at the chaos, still munching on your breakfast like this is the most normal thing in the world.
Momo clasps her hands together. âWell, I must say, Iâm happy for you two! Though⊠I am surprised. How long have you been together?â
âEh, a while,â Bakugo grumbles, flipping another pancake. âDidnât think it was a big deal.â
Uraraka gasps. âA while?! And you never told us?!â
You finally look up, rubbing your eyes. âDidnât think we had to?â you mumble.
Kirishima grins, throwing an arm around Bakugoâs shoulders. âBro! You shouldâve told me! I couldâve given you relationship advice!â
Bakugo smacks his arm away. âYeah, like I need advice from your dumbass.â
Sero chuckles. âMan, if she wasnât literally sitting there in your clothes, I wouldnât believe it.â
âI dunno, I think itâs kinda cute,â Mina says, nudging you with a knowing smirk. âOur little firecracker is all soft for you, huh?â
You smile sleepily, still too drowsy to feel embarrassed. âYeah,â you admit easily, making the class erupt in more screams while Bakugo grumbles about everyone being too damn loud.
But he doesnât deny it.
imagine long-term bf katsuki being hung up on what engagement ring to buy you. heâs gnawing at his cheeks, constantly sighing and running his fingers through his hair for a couple of months, trying to find a ring thatâs good enough for you.
after patrol, he browses every reputable jewellery store in tokyo, searching for your engagement ring. he takes pictures of every one he thinks might suit you and sends them to eijiro.
shitty hair: idk about this one man. diamonds are nice but y/n gives more garnet or ruby vibes
explosive: the fuck you mean? i have to get her diamonds
shitty hair: nah bro, you should get something that suits her. not every girl wants diamonds.
explosive: stfu i know what she wants better than you do
shitty hair: đ€·ââïžÂ just my opinion man
you noticed immediately that katsuki was coming home later than he usually does. you didnât say anything at first because maybe something came up, and he did seem really exhausted.
but as weeks turn into months, you become suspicious. what is it that your boyfriend's doing after work that you canât know about. he hasnât changed how he treats you. if anything, heâs been even softer and sweeter with you lately.
you decide to confront him about it.
you sit at the kitchen table, waiting for him to come home. as 8pm fades into 10pm and drips into 12am, your anxiety ramps up. your palms are all sweaty and your heart beats erratically in your chest.
youâre on your feet as soon as the lock eventually clicks and the front door is forced open. you stalk up to a sleepy katsuki, who flings his duffel bag on the floor with a sigh.
when he turns around, youâre looking at him angrier than ever. thereâs fire in your eyes as you stare up at him, your brows knitted together and jaw tight.
you spit out, âwhere have you been?â katsuki blinks slowly, too tired to register your words and respond. he moves to throw his arms around you, but you step back, dodging his embrace.
this time, you repeat yourself with more venom, âwhere have you been?â you sigh, âiâve been waiting for you since eight.â
he grunts thickly, âwhyâd you stay up, babe?â you roll your eyes and slightly suck in your cheeks.
you say exasperatedly, âbecause i was worried about you. youâve been coming home late from work for the last two months now.â you fold your arms beneath your chest as you scold him, âso where have you been?! seriously, like, where the fuck have you been wandering off to while i make you dinner and do your laundry?â
katsuki shakes his head, whispering, âbaby, sânot like that.â
you catch his words and scoff, âso then, what is it like? i clearly donât know so why donât you tell me?â
his full lips draw into a hard line as he huffs, contemplating whether to tell you heâs been hunting for the perfect engagement ring for his perfect girl⊠and that heâs finally found one. it wasnât easy, especially since he has just put up with yappertron 3000 chargebolt, skateboard freak elbows, and shitty hair for the past three hours while acquiring this ring.
he bites his tongue, mumbling, âlook, iâve just been busy, yea?â
you chuckle derisively, âyouâve been busy? right, okay.â you turn around and begin walking away from him when he catches your elbow. his grip is firm but considerate.
he tugs you back, making you stumble into his chest. you try to shove him away, but he doesnât even budge as he draws you into his arms, wrapping you up tightly.
you shout, âjust fuck off, katsuki!â
wincing, he rests his chin on the top of your head and murmurs, âno more late nights, baby, i promise. at least not for a while.â his body is so warm against yours, and his musk is so strong. you give up your assault on his concealed but delicious muscles and still in his grasp.
you grumble, âitâs not about the late nights, katsuki. itâs about you keeping things from me.â he kisses the top of your head and rubs circles on your back with his calloused palms.
he mutters into your hair, âiâll tell you soon, okay?â you shake your head before tilting it back, returning his soft gaze with your harsher one.
you murmur, âso youâre not cheating on me? or are you cheating on me but intend to come clean?â your boyfriendâs mouth falls open as he stares at you, his blond brows raised slightly. regaining his composure, his usual scowl is back on his face.
he grumbles, âcheating? why the fuck would i be cheating on you?!â he licks his lips and gazes past you for a moment, sighing, âfor fuckâs sake, babe. god, why the fuck would i be cheating on you? dâyou really think iâm a cheater?!â you shake your head, taken aback by his sudden frustration.
he shouts, âIâVE NEVER CHEATED! NEVER! NOT LIKE FUCK-ASS DEKU WHO DIDNâT EVEN HAVE A QUIRK AND THENââ
you gently pat his chest as you try to soothe him, âokay, okay, honey, itâs okay. i know youâre not a cheater.â after a few minutes, he calms down (for the most part).
he grunts, âdâyou really think iâd do that?â a droplet of his spit hits your eyebrow. you go to wipe it away but he beats you to it, apologising all the while. you reassure him it's okay as you stroke his well-defined back up and down.
you say softly, âof course not. but if youâre not cheating on me, then what else are you doing? i just donât understand, suki.â he shakes his head before settling back into the crook of your neck; his resting place.
he murmurs into your hot flesh, âjust give me a few days nâ iâll tell you, alright?â you pull back, cupping his cheeks with your hands while his fingers clench the back of your shirt.
you shake your head, saying, âyou can tell me now.â
he huffs, âbabeââ
âno,â you cut him off. âtell me now. i deserve to know why youâve been coming home so late.â he gazes down momentarily as his fingers curl into your shirt even more, close to tearing the fabric with how tight his grip is.
he mumbles, âstubborn brat.â
itâs like something snaps. he releases your shirt from his killer grasp and smirks. he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a velvety red, ring box.
he grabs your wrist and places it in your palm, saying, âthatâs the reason.â he gazes at you expectantly, waiting for you to open the box. but youâre in shock.
your wide eyes bore into his narrow ones as you blink dumbly. your lips are slightly parted, open enough for the flies to make a home in your mouth. and they could with how little youâre registering right now. you canât think or speak or move. all you know is that your long-term partner just placed a ring box in your hand.
katsuki rolls his eyes, attempting to hide the pain in his expression as you continue staring at him. he huffs, âwell, are you gonna open it or not?â
you nod, your mouth awfully dry. you seal your lips as you shakily open the box. inside is the most beautiful ring youâve ever seen. leaves protrude from the band and petals encircle a bright ruby glistening in the golden living room light; a rose. your gaze flickers up to him before switching back to the ring, and then back up to him.
you stutter, âa-are y-you, u-um, a-ask-asking m-me t-tooââ
âyes,â he says solemnly. âyouâre everything to me, baby. s-so, yea, will you be my wife?â you nod furiously. smirking, he takes the little box from your hand and slips the ring onto your finger. all the tension pent up in his body dissipates as he embraces you once more.
you squeeze his slutty waist tight as you begin tearing up, trying to process that your boyfriend just became your fiancé. katsuki sweetly kisses your forehead before resting his against yours.
he mutters, âi donât tell you how much i love you enough. clearly like fuck. i fuckinâ love you, baby girl. more than youâll ever know.â
a/n: link to the engagement ring design here (please lmk if it doesn't work); just imagine that it's a ruby and not a diamond.
âAnd the winner of the UA Sports Festival for his third year in a row, Katsuki Bakugo!â
The frequency of Present Micâs voice reverbs through the stadium, mixing with the roar of the crowd as the realization sets in â you lost. But you didnât go down without a fight, pushing yourself and Bakugo to your absolute limits at almost an hour long duel. You assume heâs standing proudly on the other side of the arena, hands on his hips with that cocky smirk of his as everyone celebrates him for claiming the top spot once moreâŠbut no.
Heâs running, sprinting over to you.
Youâre on your feet right as he bursts into your personal bubble, arms wrapping around your waist and picking you up effortlessly. He spins the two of you, a genuine boyish grin on his face underneath the dirt and sweat, his celebratory cheers echoing in your ears.
âKatsuki!â You chuckle when he puts you back on your feet. âThe hell are you doing? I lost, go get your trophy!â
Bakugo shakes his head and flicks your forehead. âAlready got it.â
Bakugou doesnât beg. Itâs not in his bloodâ the word âpleaseâ lays foreign on his tongue, absent from his vocabulary.
He didnât beg for UA to accept him when he was 15, he hadnât begged when death came knocking on his doors in the Great War at 17. Because begging feels like a thousand stabbing knivesâ the walls he built: of pride, of faux confidence, of insecurity, they all shatter and crumble at your feet when the word âpleaseâ escapes his pharynx like tumbleweed.
Nitroglycerin reduces the things around him to ruins, explosions casted from the epicentres of his palm with agglomerated sweat that fuels his destruction. He becomes a ground of ruins.
âPleaseâ donât leave me. âPleaseâ Iâm sorry.
Bakugou never had a habit of begging, but when heâs at your doorstep at midnight, shirt crinkling between his fingers, sweat drapes over his entire being.
(He becomes a ground of ruins.)
Please.
figuring out who KATSUKI BAKUGOU liked was impossible. every name you guessed, he shut downâhard. and god forbid you asked for a hint.
you werenât even supposed to know he had a crush in the first place. it just slipped one day while you were walking around campus. ever since, youâve been on his case about it. which, in your defense, is valid. itâs just hard to imagine bakugou of all people being into anyone.
so, of course, youâre now putting off a last-minute cram session for one of the most important exams of the semesterâsimply just to get an answer.
âcome on,â you groan, tugging his arm. âjust give me one physical trait!â
âhell no,â he mutters, roughly pulling away. âi already told you no hints.â
âyouâre so annoying,â you huff. âokay, fineâmomo? no, waitâitâs deku, isnât it? i knewââ
âiâm not gay,â he snaps, loud enough that people around you look up from their books. he scowls. âshut the hell up.â
you laugh, smacking his back. ârelax, i was kidding.â
you sit up straighter, arms crossed. âokay, then. personality. describe her.â
he hesitates, then sighs. âsheâs annoying as fuck,â he mutters. âalways talkinâ. always gettinâ on my nerves. just⊠does shit to piss me off on purpose.â
you blink. âthat could be half the girls here.â
he then proceeds to keeps going. âsheâs loud as hell for no damn reason, always runninâ her mouth, thinks sheâs the funny, never shuts up about whatever dumb thingâs on her mindâand somehow, sheâs still full of energy, regardless of what happens.â
his hands go in his pockets and his voice softens.
ââŠbut sheâs fuckinâ nice. even when i donât deserve it. been that way since middle school. probably one of the only decent people iâve met.â
you stare. ââŠuh⊠is itââ
âitâs you, dumbass,â he says, finally making eye contact with you.
the next day, you both bomb the exam. but heyâat least now youâve got boyfriend to complain with! â^. .^ââ
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đđ he likes to eat his girl while fingering her, a hungry boyâŠ
đđ he has no idea how big he is
đđ all he wants is to give pleasure to his lover, so sweet
đđ he loves your titties <3
đđ he will let you use him
NAGI seishiro, reo mikage, bachira meguru, CHOSO kamo, yuji itadori, yuta okkotsu, inumaki toge, SHOTO todoroki, tamaki amajiki, midoriya izuku, ARMIN arlert, connie springer, CHIFUYU matsuno, kazutora hanemiya, takemichi hanagaki + your favs.
đđ you and your damn skirts will one day hurt your ability to walk.
đđ he had a bad day, soâŠ
đđ âiâll just take care of you, okay?â
đđ he loves the way your hips collide with his cock
đđ sometimes he just focuses on you and your adorable lips
ISAGI yoichi, chigiri hyoma, kunigami rensuke, SUGURU geto, megumi fushiguro, nanami kento, takuma ino, AIZAWA shouta, denki kaminari, kirishima eijiro, LEVI ackerman, reiner braun, porco galliard, MANJIRO sano, shinichiro sano, mitsuya takashi + your favs.
đđ he promised to be more gentle this time, lying bastard!
đđ he can make you cum in seconds <3
đđ will you be a âgood girlâ ?
đđ âare you going to be a shy girl and hide your little noises from me, hmm?â
đđ he is a total eater, trust me.
SAE itoshi, rin itoshi, shido ryusei, eita otoya, TOJI zenin, ryomen sukuna, gojo satoru, BAKUGOU katsuki, touya todoroki, keigo takami, EREN yeager, jean kirstein, IZANA kurokawa, baji keisuke, haruchiyo sanzu, ken ryuguji + your favs.
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when u and katsuki get intimate, he makes sure ur both wearing ur wedding rings âŒïž