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RodyDeku Brain-rot.
*Class 2-A*
Aizawa: Alright everyone, sit down. We have a guest coming today.
Asui: A guest?
Ojiro: Is it a hero?
Midoriya: Maybe a recent debut? Or a retired pro?
*class erupts into murmurs*
Aizawa: Quiet!
*everyone shuts up lest aizawa wreaks hell on them*
Aizawa: Good. Now, you can come in.
*auburn-haired motherfucker with a pink bird strolls in like he owns the place*
*midoriya jumps up, kicking his seat back, face splitting into a grin*
Midoriya: Oh my god!
Rody mfn Soul: Missed me?
*midoriya barrels towards him and wraps him in a hug, carrying him off his feet and spinning him in the air*
Rody: Woah!
*pino, chirps happily*
Uraraka who's totally not jealous: Who's this?
Todoroki who definitely didn't ice over his desk: Rody Soul
Kaminari who isn't pouting: Who?
Bakugo who's definitely not burning the wood of his desk: Some wannabe motherfucker Deku met when we were in Otheon during the Humarise mission
Sero who's tempted to murder a mf: Is he?
*midoriya sets rody down, but still keeps his arms around his waist*
Midoriya: You didn't tell me you were coming?!
Rody: *chuckles, blushing* Wanted it to be a surprise
Iida who's so not affronted: Midoriya! Care to introduce us?
*midoriya spins around and blushes, letting go of rody. rody responds by wrapping an arm around midoriya's waist, without protest*
Midoriya: Oh, yeah. Guys, this is Rody Soul, my boyfriend.
Rody: Yo!
*collective silence*
Class 2-A: WHAT?!
Just pushing my 'everyone loves Deku' agenda.
*Most 1-A, excluding Midoriya, are in the common room*
*Mina storms in, drawing everyone's attention.*
Mina: Who here has had a crush on Deku?
Bakugo: What the fu-
*Todoroki, Aoyama, Denki, Kirishima, Iida, Sero, Jiro, Hagakure, Ojiro, Tokoyami, Shinso, Uraraka and Koda raise their hands*
Bakugo: Fucking Deku? That loser?
Denki: Loser? He could probably punch god if he wanted to.
Todoroki: I've seen him crush a watermelon with his thighs.
Sero: He's the nicest guy ever.
Shinso: He has like, the purest intentions. Also his smile.
Jiro: Biceps.
Hagakure: Don't get me started on those hands...
Uraraka: Ugh, and that look he gets when he's determined
Iida: His loyalty is admirable enough. He's also taken a knife for me.
Tokoyami: He'd take one for any of us.
Koda *signing*: He's good with animals.
Ojiro: And little kids.
Aoyama: And have you seen his....everything, mon ami est presque parfait
Momo: I think if I ever had to date a man, it'd be Midoriya. He's respectful.
Asui: Same
Kirishima: Bakubro you've known him the longest, there's no way you've never had a crush on him.
Bakugo *blushing*: shut the fuck up!
*Mina nods, smiling.*
Mina: Told you, Mido.
Midoriya *who'd been hiding in the halls after arguing with Mina that he's too much of a loser to be liked*: I think I'm going to pass out.
there’s a power pulling me back to you || monoma neito
imagine having a quirk that makes your body work like a magnet. and when monoma copies it without a second thought, your bodies smush together. your heads bonk against each other, and you’re pretty sure your teeth clank from the impact (your lips may have touched, too).
you push him by the shoulders, your arms shaking due to the strength the movement requires. you see his face—shocked, frozen in place. you squeeze his shoulder, repeating “earth to monoma,” when he takes too long to respond. he suddenly deactivates his quirk, causing your bodies to part.
he doesn’t make a single sound, eyes still wide. you think yours widen too at some point, because the expression he’s making is so... new. you never thought you’d see him so caught off guard, even if you tried. and it looks strange on him— uncharacteristic. before you can hold it in, you burst out laughing.
he seems to calm down after hearing that. he was afraid he made you uncomfortable, but that doesn’t seem to be the case. he mutters a quiet apology, his usual smile returning. when your laughing fit doesn’t end anytime soon, he crosses his arms and gives you an unimpressed look.
you hold your stomach and cover your mouth, trying your best to stop laughing. why on earth would that happen? well, you know why, but it’s way too ridiculous. you feel warm all over, like your body’s about to fall apart. your giggles slowly die out. you breathe in and out. “it’s fine,” you say. “who could’ve known?”
“none of us, it seems,” he replies. “you clearly enjoyed it, though.” he gives you that teasing smile you hate.
you open your mouth to reply—but then, what can you even say? deny that you enjoyed it? claim that he liked it even more? none of those are accurate, so you shut your mouth. after a moment of thought, you murmur, “I guess I did,” with a shrug.
his smile drops—he wasn’t expecting you to admit it. his arms fall to his sides as a thousand different responses race through his head. before he can decide against it, a mocking laugh escapes his mouth.
“haha! no wonder you did! I’d give you a chance if you begged for it, but I bet you’re too shy to ask for another time! what a—”
before he can finish his sentence, you step in and grab his tie, pulling him down to your level. you stare directly into his eyes. “can you do that again, pretty please?” you ask.
he breathes out slowly, taking his time. then he raises a hand to the side of your face, leaning in. you tilt your head and nod in approval. in a flash, he crashes his lips against yours, activating his quirk just in time. your bodies stick to each other yet again. he drapes an arm around your waist, holding you tightly, his other hand burying itself in your hair. you hug his shoulders, a cold hand brushing his neck, causing him to shiver.
for the first time in your life, you thank whoever blessed you with this quirk—as your bodies slot perfectly together.
you part to catch your breath, but your quirk immediately forces your faces back together. his reflexes cause him to pull your hair to keep your noses from crashing against each other. you let out a suspiciously pained noise. he leans in to kiss you again, then again.
Hc on how the LOV would react to either Dabi or Tomura or even both having a kid of their own that is like a mini clone of their dad? Love you ❤
League of Villains Reactions to Dabi and Shigaraki’s Children (BNHA Headcanons)
*GIFs not mine*
A/N: There is only one thing worse than a rapist. *Boom* A child. Anyways, back to this wonderful request bc honestly, they’re always so amazing from this one🥺 I did both boys because *kiss* I love em both. Small warning: I have watched about as far as the beginning of bnha season 2… aka, all of these reactions are based purely on how I assume the LOV acts. Enjoy!
Word count: 1246
Dabi:
First of all, you already know this child just folds his arms and glares at everyone.
You dropped off your guys’ son at the Villain’s Lair since you would be busy with work for the day.
“Dabi, you gotta take care of him today.”
“YN-” You throw him a look that shuts him up instantly.
“Pfft, he’s whipped,” Twice whispers, only to squeal when a blue flame flashes toward his face.
Anyways, having Dabi’s son running around is hectic in more ways than one.
Toga, for example, loves children, but Dabi’s is more pain-in-the-ass than child.
“Aww, aren’t you just adorable!”
“...You seem like an idiot.”
Toga *pulling out knife* “Bitch-”
Moving on, as we all know, Dabi’s kid is basically his younger clone, so of course he’s gonna fuck with Spinner.
The little boy’s got a flame in his hand as he watches the older villain. “You’re a lizard, right? So if I burn off your limbs, they’ll grow back.”
…
“DABI GET YOUR FUCKING SON AWAY FROM ME!”
Kurogiri, on the other hand, tries to be the only adult in the situation.
“Dabi, please control your son before I send him to another dimension.”
“Psh, why?”
“... Because the kitchen’s on fire.”
“Ugh, I know. Isn’t he amazing?”
“... No?!”
In all honesty, Shigaraki locks himself in his room until it’s all over. Why? Because the kid almost incinerated his collections of hands. (You can occasionally hear his voice screaming from behind the door “I wAnT ThAt ChILd GoNe wHeN I cOmE bAcK oUt tHeRe!”)
Mr. Compress, however, is the natural showman of the group, so of course he’s gonna want to try and entertain Dabi’s son.
He puts on a magic show as Dabi’s kid sits on the ground, watching boredly with a fist curled under his jaw.
“Watch me turn this ordinary marble into a teddy bear!” *Snap* “TADAAAA!”
The man shrieks in fear as the toy blows up in smoke.
“Give me another one!” The young boy claps his hands excitedly.
“...Hahahahaha, erm, m-magic show’s all d-done for the day!” As he walks past Dabi leaning against the doorway with folded arms, Compress mutters, “The fuck is wrong with your son, dude?”
“He’s the best child a father could ask for🤧”
Soon, Twice has learned from the others’ experiences to steer clear of Dabi’s son.
(Just kidding, this guy tried to give him a motivational speech.)
“You can be anything you want to be! Don’t be afraid to be yourself!”
Dabi’s kid is just like *scared pikachu face* “Dude, are you okay?”
“nO.”
By the end of the day, Kurogiri has called you to specifically request that you find another place to leave your child while you are at work. (You’re the definition of P.O.ed that Dabi let his child misbehave as such)
“Please give the phone to Dabi.” Kurogiri hands Mr. Stitches the phone. “Yes my love?”
“Dabi…” He already knows from the way you spit his name that this conversation is going to end up a one-sided yelling match. You are the reigning champion after all.
So what does he do?
*Twenty minutes later*
“Y-YN?”👉👈
“I FUCKING TOLD YOU- Yes Kurogiri?”
“Dabi set the phone down and ran away like twenty minutes ago.”
… *sigh* “All right. I’ll come pick them both up.”
Shigaraki Tomura:
Do you even gotta ask?
The child throws fits. Of course he does.
Let’s get one thing straight-- this kid’s a brat. (Just like his daddy😍)
So when he throws fits, shit gets destroyed. That’s just life🤷♀️
Dabi, right off the bat, just hates this thing.
Initially, he’s like “Aw shit, there’s two of ‘em.”
Then it starts talking.
“Don’t fucking touch me, kid.”
“You’re right, you look fucked up enough.”
oop-
...“CONTROL YOUR SPERM, SHIGARAKI!”
To be fair, Shigaraki taught his child right away how to handle his quirk. He especially didn’t want you to get, y’know, decayed while trying to feed your son Cheerios.
But that doesn’t mean that the child doesn’t use it.
As we all know by now, Toga loves children, so she is the first one to introduce herself and try to play games.
That, uh, that doesn’t end well.
“MY KNIFE COLLECTION! NOOOOOOOO!”
Shigaraki’s just slowly trailing behind his son, watching everything he does and making sure he doesn’t do anything too terrible…. But then he gets bored, so y’know, whatever. Just do anything, idc.
The day begins with pissing off Toga, after which Kurogiri encourages her to step outside and cool off before she murders a murderer’s child.
Then Mr. Compress decides he can solve the issue.
✨Magic Show Time✨
“Watch me turn this ordinary marble into a-... what’s wrong?”
“This is boring.” Shigaraki’s son stands up and grabs the marble, incinerating it with two fingers. “When do we get to the fun stuff?”
“What fun stuff?”
“Fun stuff like KILLING EVERYBODY!”
Mr. Compress is just like 😑 as he walks away muttering under his breath. “These Goddamn kids always being so spoiled nowadays.”
Spinner is nowhere to be found. He’s already met a fully-grown Shigaraki, what makes you think he wants to see the fun-size version?
Moving on, up next we have Kurogiri, who tends to try and act like a father once again.
“It’s lunch time! Here you go!” He hands the child a plate of delicious food.
The young boy just stares in disgust. “A peanut butter and jelly sandwich? How old do you think I am?”
He’s five
“You’re five…”
“YEAH, THAT’S FIVE YEARS TOO MANY TO EAT FUCKING PB AND JS LIKE A PEASANT!”
The child runs away screaming and destroying everything he can find. Kurogiri purses his lips and decides he’s got too many children to deal with, so he’s gotta help one of ‘em grow up.
“Tomura, please come and tell your child to stop throwing a tantrum.”
“Why don’t you do it?!”
🤦♀️b r u h
“... because he’s your fucking kid!”
“... I don’t want to.”
Thankfully, the day ends quicker than the others realize, and soon enough you’ve returned to pick up your and Shigaraki’s child.
You’re just standing in the entryway as an exhausted Kurogiri joins you.
“How was he today?”
“YN… you deal with that every day?”
“Ahh, it must’ve been one of his better days.”
(Extra: “How so?”
“Because nobody’s missing any limbs.”)
Twice is chasing your child out of his room. “NOT MY HEN-” he spots you in the doorway, “-a-adult… films.”
The lair is a disaster zone. Furniture is tipped and askew, tatters of clothing lay across the floor here and there, and there’s just so. Many. Ashes.
And of course, in the corner of the room stands Dabi, his arms folded across his chest as he hurls you a deathly glare. “Why would you do this?”
Wha….
“WHY WOULD YOU BREED THE SPAWN OF SATAN??”
Can you do Shoto, Bakugou, Tokoyami, Tomura and Dabi learning their s/o was born with a heart condition but it doesn't stop them from fighting (eg. I was born with an irregular heartbeat so I'm stuck with it for life and I always have to let the doctors know say I was to need to be asleep for something a special doctor 100% has to be in the room to make sure I don't die even if the work is something small and simple)
S/O Born with a Heart Condition (BNHA Headcanons)
*GIFs not mine*
A/N: This is my first attempt at headcanons, so they might be too small or too large (or too shitty), idk (I also haven’t watched bnha long enough to meet Dabi’s character so :/). Thank you so much for the request, and I truly hope you like it! I tried to make it as accurate as possible to what I could find online, so I hope it works for you. Enjoy!
Word count: 1494
Todoroki Shouto:
If Todoroki wasn’t attached before, he sure is now.
This man doesn’t hesitate to cater to your every need, and always supports you when you want to do something out of your comfort zone.
That doesn’t mean he ever leaves your side for more than 20 minutes at a time, though.
He’s grown attached to you in a way he never thought he could, and hates to see you do something dangerous without his or a doctor’s supervision.
If you want to work out or something, he’s hesitant at first, but allows you to do so with his constant warnings not to hurt yourself and take it easy.
He’s always willing to cuddle and comfort you if your chest begins to hurt, and slowly spoons you while massaging your stomach. (His warm hand is a dream.)
You’re still growing used to having doctors watch you almost 24/7, and when you confess this to Todoroki, he hugs you tightly and whispers that he will only stay by your side when you feel up to it.
Of course you feel up to it. This man may have part-cold powers, but he’s still hot as hell.
You always feel more comfortable with him in the room, and Todoroki is always glad to be around you, taking as much comfort in your presence as you do with him.
Bakugou Katsuki:
When Bakugou learned you had a heart condition, he wouldn’t let anyone near you, treating you like a glass doll. (He barely keeps it together when your doctors come around.)
Every time one of his friends would get a little too close, he would start to growl.
If someone bumped into you in the halls, you best believe he blows up on their ass, even if it’s one of his closest friends.
“WHAT WAS YOUR DUMBASS THINKING RUNNING INTO HER LIKE THAT?! I’M GONNA EXPLODE YOUR ASS INTO THE NEXT CENTURY!”
Ten more minutes pass of him screaming at that person, and at some point you have to poke him in the side to get his attention. After that, he goes Mama bear mode.
Yes, even Bakugou has that setting.
He grabs your shoulders with concern written all over his face. “What? Are you okay? Do you need a doctor or something? SOMEONE CALL THE NURS-”
You gotta smack him across the forehead just to get him to shut up. (It resets his brain a lil bit.)
Overall, even though his friends tease him about it, he’s still fiercely protective over you, and no one aside from him is allowed in your ten-foot radius personal bubble.
You hated how he treated you like a baby, always grabbing your arms to stop them before he snatched the item off the top shelf for you, or any other acts that he does for you that piss you off so much.
Like a pit bull on a leash, he barked and snapped at anyone you passed on the street as his hand gripped your own tightly.
He was your little guard dog, your furious, explosive protector, and although you often argued about how you could handle yourself, you wouldn’t have it any other way.
Tokoyami Fumikage:
You already know this man perches in the corner of your room at night.
Although he trusts your doctors, he still wants to make sure you’re okay while you sleep.
There’s a desk in the corner of your room, and he just squats down on top of it like nobody’s business, keeping a watchful eye on your every move.
The first time he did it, it kinda freaked you out.
“What are you doing?”
“Nothing.”
“You look like Batman-”
“Go to sleep.”
From then on, you let him just watch as you slept, used to having eyes on you as you do.
Occasionally, Dark Shadow creeps out in your dim bedroom and pets your hair gently, with constant warning from Tokoyami to be careful around you.
As your relationship grew stronger, you would find him sitting closer and closer to you every night.
(He scared the shit out of you one day when you awoke to find him crouched on your nightstand.)
Then, one night you stirred to him cuddling you in your sleep. You asked him what he was doing once again.
“I keep watch much better from this vantage point.”
You always ran a hand through his feathers while Dark Shadow’s presence slowly curled around you, and rarely found yourself falling asleep just as easy without him after a certain point.
Tokoyami watches you like a hawk, and always keeps you on your pills if you take them. He’s a dutiful boyfriend, who never hesitates in making you feel comfortable and loved, day or night.
Shigaraki Tomura:
HAND MAN, HAND MAN
Let’s be honest here. We’re talking about a villain. We all know this mf kidnapped you.
He fell for you first, of course, and was initially confused by your constant doctor companions. He just didn’t like how close they got to be around you, when he had to stay so far away.
He overheard your condition, and by then he had loved you too much to let you suffer, so he snatched up a doctor to take care of you in the villain’s lair as well.
After a year of patiently waiting, he finally wore you down enough to have you love him.
By then, he didn’t even have to request you stay in his line of sight at all times. You did so willingly.
Whenever you wanted to go outside and go shopping or whatnot, he always held your hand to do so. With your doctor near of course.
He just couldn’t risk losing you, no matter how much you whined that you would be fine.
He’s just as hesitant to cuddle or touch you, but still craves hugs from time to time. Nighttime snuggles are a rare occurrence.
When they do happen, he’s a bit bitter they can’t lead on farther thanks to the unwanted audience in the room.
He definitely lays his head on your chest to listen to your heartbeat.
“Still tickin’!”
In the end, Shigaraki embraces your condition with stride, and does everything in his power to make sure you’re safe and alive.... In his home…. And in his bed ;)
Dabi:
When Dabi learns you have a heart condition, he becomes ten times more alert around you.
If you stub your toe, he’s by your side in an instant, shouting about how you have to be careful.
If you bake a cake, he watches over your shoulder to make sure you don’t hurt yourself with any kitchen utensils used. You know, like a whisk.
“What if your finger gets caught and you panic and die on me?!”
Fight me on this, but blue fire boy’s attitude would flip a 180.
Out of all these guys, he’s the one who’s gonna watch over you the most, acting like a self-taught doctor.
You can’t do anything without his approval.
One time he came home to you accidentally taking a nap on the couch.
… *sigh*
Yeah. Dabi flipped his shit.
“DON’T YOU DARE LEAVE MY SIGHT EVER AGAIN YN!”
“I was just-”
“NO!”
You’re the only love in his life, and he doesn’t know what he would do if he lost you.
(Two words. Fire. Rampage.)
Just… be careful. Dabi is the last guy you want to piss off. Of course, he could never be truly mad at you, but you sure know how to push his buttons.
He, um, he typed up a list of things you could do without his supervision.
It’s two bullet points long.
1. Go to the bathroom.
2. That’s it.
Dabi can’t remember a time he was as attached to someone as he is to you, so when you throw your fits about wanting to do something on your own, he listens just about as well as a student in an online class.
“Mhm, sure.”
He just doesn’t wanna lose you, so from now on, try to stay away from doing just about anything until he’s around to witness it.
aSiDe FrOm gOiNg tO tHe bAtHrOoM oF cOuRsE
Operation Breakup Backfires (Bakugou x Reader)
*GIF not mine*
Summary: What’s the harm of a little breakup prank? It doesn’t even work anyway….
A/N: There’s no shortage of Bakugou ideas in my brain, I swear. Also, this might be the first of a little prank “series” I’ll be writing for multiple characters, idk. It just depends if I get more ideas. Hope you enjoy!
Word count: 1236
“I’m gonna do it.” You knew it was mean, but you really wanted to see how your explosive blondie would react.
“Okay, yeah that’s great,” Kirishima says, “but you know he’s gonna spontaneously combust, right?” You click your tongue.
“Oh c’mon, it won’t be that bad.” Crossing your arms, you relax deeper into your assigned seat while Kirishima shakes his head frantically, his palms slamming against the surface of your desk.
“You’ve met Bakugou, right?”
“Yes, I’ve met my own boyfriend,” you scoff, jaw twitching.
“Then you know how stupid of an idea this is. The Baku-beast is gonna come out of hibernation if you do this!” Was it ever in hibernation? You shake the thought away and wave your hand dismissively.
“I won’t let it go that far, I promise.” Kirishima raises his brows at you.
“I don’t believe you. This is gonna be a nightmare,” he mutters with wide, anxious eyes.
“He’s not gonna hurt me!” The redhead nods.
“Oh, I know that. What’ll happen is he’ll take it out on the rest of us and it’ll be a bloodbath!” He nervously rubs the back of his neck while mumbling, “My throat never looks good post-Baku-strangle.” The phrase mystifies you.
“Ok. First of all, you have a name for that?” You shake your head, baffled. “Second of all, quit being a wuss.” He grows offended at your words, holding a hand to his chest.
“I’m not being a wuss, I’m being logical,” he corrects you with a confident head nod. You roll your eyes at the act. Ever so discreetly, you cough out a loud “Wuss!” while mockingly covering your mouth. Kirishima hurls a withering glare at you.
“I am not-”
“Shush!” You cover your lips with a finger and nod your head towards Bakugou stepping through the doorway. The redhead huffs out a breath and walks away.
“Mum’s the word!” you call after him.
###
The common room is empty aside from you, waiting anxiously in a chair for your boyfriend. You had texted him that you wanted to talk after school, and got a “K” in response. It was enough for you. The doors behind your chair slam open loudly and you take a deep breath before popping up and taking on a solemn face.
“What did you want to talk about?” Bakugou asks with pursed lips. His tone is sharp and impatient, but you’ve never heard it any differently. Sighing, you slowly approach him and bite your bottom lip, softening your eyes.
“I want to break up.”
Silence.
Bakugou’s face doesn’t change. Not a single twitch in his body, or a widening of his eyes. He seems… unaffected.
“No.”
No? No?! He just rejected your breakup, tackled it and slammed it down like a pro-wrestler before suffocating it with a pillow using one word. ‘No.’
“Katsuki,” you lick your lips and he tenses at the action, “I just don’t think we’re working out-”
“We exercise all the time, YN, I think we’re fine.” His voice is rough and guttural, and you notice his hands curling into fists.
“You know that’s not what I meant.” You drag your gaze back up to his face, giving him a pleading look and desperately trying to sell your prank.
“I don’t care,” his jaw clenches and he narrows his vermilion eyes at you, “we’re fine.” The hiss makes you flinch as he stares you down threateningly. Oh shit, he’s fucking scary.
You were conflicted; you wanted to be agitated at the fact that he wouldn’t let you break up with him, even though you didn’t really want to end things with him, but you were also touched at the way he wasn’t willing to let you go. However, when his feet stomp loudly against the floor as he approaches you with dilated pupils, fear takes the lead in the race of your emotions. You stumble back at his sudden advancement.
“Yeah, no, you’re totally right,” you hurriedly agree with him, nodding your head frantically, “I’m good, you’re good, it’s all good.” You give him finger guns and a cheesy smile but his expression never changes. You want to crawl into a hole and die just to avoid his intimidating gaze.
“So, um, I’m gonna go to my room now.”
“Okay.” With his approval of your release, you hightail it down the hall, barging into your dorm and slamming the door behind you before deflating against it. Hands pressed against your flushed cheeks, you trudge into the bathroom and stare at yourself in the mirror.
“What the fuck was that?” you whisper to your reflection. It doesn’t respond, thankfully. The faucet pours cold water that you splash onto your burning face. The beating in your chest is racing so fast it hurts, and you press a hand harshly against it, feeling the swift buh-bumps under your fingertips. That, what had just happened down there, was indeed a failed prank. And now you knew for a fact you were stuck with him. It’s not like you minded that but shit, he was scary! Nope. Never again. No more pranks on Bakugou.
###
That night, as you lie in bed beside him, he slowly rolls over to face you, gently dropping an arm over your waist.
“Did you really mean it?” he whispers. The room is too dark to spot any emotions on his face, but his words are hesitant. Gulping loudly, you rest a hand on his cheek and throw a leg over his hips.
“No, it was just supposed to be a dumb prank.” At your confession, he purses his lips and you start to trace random patterns on his face to ignore your growing blush, ashamed at your actions.
“You could’ve just dumped water on me or something,” he gruffly responds, hand pressing into the skin of your back firmly.
“Y-yeah, maybe I’ll try that next time.” You look away with a nod and clear your throat.
“Just,” he continued, eyes intently focused on the wall to avoid your gaze as well, “don’t ever do that again. I don’t think I could handle it.” Bakugou leans his head into your touch but doesn’t say another word.
If you didn’t know any better, or perhaps if you didn’t love him, you would have smirked or snickered, or maybe even pointed out how abnormally gentle he was in that moment. But you weren’t cruel, and you didn’t want to lose the warmth by your side at night. Or the grip around your body during the day. Or his comforting presence every living moment. He was it for you, and you seemed to be it for him.
A smile grows on your face at this realization and you run your thumb over his cheek adoringly. The corner of his mouth twitches before you press a kiss against his lips and tuck your face into his chest.
“I won’t leave you. Ever.” He smiles into your hair.
“Good, ‘cause I’m not letting you go.”
Yeah, your prank kind of backfired. But hearing him say that made it all worth it.
Guppy Love (Todoroki x Reader)
*GIF not mine*
Summary: Fish don’t survive in coffee. You find that out the hard way.
A/N: My God, I love this one so much. Please enjoy!
Word count: 1486
“Man, you are whipped for her!” Todoroki rolls his eyes at the statement.
“No, I’m not.”
“You liar, you totally like YN!” Kaminari pokes his classmate’s arm obnoxiously.
“I don’t like her, so stop going around saying that,” Todoroki monotonously responded.
The class froze at the sound of a crash and a scream in the hallway. Suddenly, Mina bursts breathlessly into the room, her eyes wide with terror.
“Yn fell in the hallway and-”
Todoroki’s hand bursts into flames on his desk, leaving burns in the wood.
“Is she okay?!” He doesn’t wait for an answer before pushing past Mina and sprinting out into the hall.
“YN!”
He finds you collapsed on your knees in the middle of the corridor with puffy eyes and red cheeks.
“I dropped the fish tank.” You sniffle and shyly hold up a filled coffee cup with an orange creature floating ominously at the surface. “I don’t think Mr. Bubbles is gonna make it.” Your voice is tight with sadness as you stare ashamed into the overflowing cup.
“Yn, I’m so sorry.”
“Can you make some water for him or something?” Your eyes glowed with hope as you stared up at him.
“I don’t think-”
“Please?” Todoroki sighs and gives in, taking a seat next to you on the ground and cupping his hands. In the one, he creates ice, and then proceeds to use the other to melt it.
With his fingers clumped tightly together to form a makeshift bowl of water, Todoroki tries not to grimace at the slimy texture of the fish you plop into his hand.
Mr. Bubbles doesn’t move.
“Maybe he’s just sleeping,” you say hopefully, your eyes locked on the guppy.
“Maybe he’s dead.” Todoroki observes your face for a reaction, but you simply bite your lip with drying eyes.
“Maybe you’re right,” you mutter before groaning and dropping your face into your hands. Todoroki shifts uncomfortably and sneers at the dead fish floating in his grasp.
“What should we do?” you ask. Todoroki’s eyes trail to you before glancing at the nearby courtyard, then returning to your face once more. Catching his drift, you gasp dramatically.
“No, I am not leaving him for dead in the middle of the school yard!”
“He’s already dead.”
“I don’t care!” After standing up, you help Todoroki to his feet and cross your arms indignantly.
“We should hold a funeral in the bathroom!” You smack your hands together as if you’ve just discovered the cure for cancer. “It’s genius! And tasteful!”
“Or we could leave some bird a generous meal in the school courtyard.” You give him a withering glare.
“All those in favor of holding a memorial service for our beloved Mr. Bubbles, raise your hand.” You raise your hand at your own suggestion then ask, “All those opposed?” Todoroki narrows his eyes at you. Even if he tried to “oppose,” water and dead fish would spill everywhere.
“It seems we’ve come to a compromise.” You smile happily at him and clap excitedly.
“That was, in no way, a compromise.” The emotion of Todoroki’s face is emptier than a teenage boy’s search history, but you try to ignore how it still manages to make your heart race.
“No matter! Follow me,” you announce, directing Todoroki to the nearest bathroom... it’s the women’s room.
“YN no-“ you giddily shove him in with a little too much force and Mr. Bubbles goes on a once in a lifetime (or is it death time?) flight. You both watch in horror as he falls to the ground with a squelching “splat.”
Nobody makes a sound, completely aghast at the crime scene. The bathroom is hauntingly silent except for the gentle buzzing of the fluorescent lights.
“I’m not picking him up!” Todoroki mumbles and you shout at the same time, voices clashing noisily. Neither of you wanted to touch the corpse. Swiftly, you look over at your partner in crime and nod your head towards the fish once, twice, three times all the while he’s shaking his head.
“No way, I already picked up that thing once. It’s your turn.”
“Oh come on!”
“Plus, you killed it.” You gasp offensively while he raises his brows. The staredown doesn’t last long and you eventually throw in the towel, pursing your lips and rolling your eyes. Shoes squeaking against the tile, you skulk your way over to the fish.
“Fine.” Crouching low, you investigate Mr. Bubbles from multiple angles, trying to deduct the best method of transfer.
“He’s not just gonna flop himself in, you know.” You hurl a murderous look at Todoroki for the quip before reaching out with pinched fingers towards your flubby friend.
“God, this is a bloodbath,” you grimace before tentatively snagging a fin and holding back a gag at it’s slippery texture.
“Grossgrossgrossgrossgross,” you repeat all the way to the toilet, unceremoniously tossing Mr. Bubbles into the bowl like a sack of flour. “Oh my Godddd!” you choke out, darting over to the sink and almost slipping in the water puddle Todoroki left on the way.
While you clean your hands, your companion peers in at a floating Mr. Bubbles, blanching at the sight of the fish’s blank, bulging eye staring unblinkingly at him. He backs away slowly and you join him by his side, gulping nervously.
“Let’s get the party started, shall we?” you ask with a shaky smile.
“Sure” is Todoroki’s lame response. You scoff before clearing your throat.
“Well, Mr. Bubbles, you lived a good, long life-”
“About two weeks.”
“And it’s a shame to see you go like this.”
“Just to be clear, we know it wasn’t your fault-”
“Zip it, Shouto!” You point a trembling finger at him threateningly and he raises his hands in surrender.
“Anyways, even though I tried my very best to save you-”
“You scooped him into Aizawa’s coffee mug.”
“It’s still a sad day to watch you go. We will always cherish the memories we shared with you-”
“Yep, those two that we made. The one where we bought him for two bucks and the other where you overfed him and gave him fish diabetes-”
“Do you know how it feels to be strangled? Because you’re about to find out.” Arms akimbo, you stare at Todoroki with fierce, wide eyes. He shrugs. “That’s what I thought,” you nodded.
As you ramble on to your beloved fish friend, Todoroki can’t help but zone out and think about the situation he has found himself in. For the first time in his life, he’s ditching a class in school, and it’s only to throw a funeral for an over-caffeinated guppy. With anyone else, he would have left twenty minutes ago, but right now he wanted to stay. You were here, and Todoroki never knew why, but he always felt drawn to your presence. He had only known you for two months, but something about you made him want to break down the walls he had built up over the years. You were different, and you valued every moment of life you had. He adored that about you.
Geez, maybe he was whipped.
The gentle beating in his chest soon rivaled that of a racing stampede of elephants when you scooted closer to him and rested your head on his shoulder. Your heart sped up too, but you didn’t care to mention it. Instead, you chose to release a shaky breath when his arm slowly encompassed your shoulders.
“Um,” you swallow, “did you want to say anything?”
Todoroki held in a snort. “No, I’m plenty good.” The room fell into silence once more, but the atmosphere wasn’t solemn for a dead fish funeral. It was tense and shy, filled with teenage anxiousness that only arose when two requited crushes were together in one room. Todoroki started to grow uncomfortable, though.
“So are you gonna flush him or...?” he trails off.
“Oh yeah.” You lick your lips nervously and step out of his warm embrace before pressing down the handle. “Goodbye Mr. Bubbles. We wish you well on your journey to the... I don’t know, water heavens or something.” You step away with a shrug back into Todoroki’s hold. All is peaceful, until....
Clunk clunk.
Oh crap.
Both of you watch in horror as the toilet clogs, water rising higher and higher until it overflows, carrying the dead fish with it. Yours and Todoroki’s eyes follow the journey of Mr. Bubbles as he rides a wave all the way to the tips of your shoes, stopping perfectly to stare up at the two of you with vacant, enlarged pupils.
You sigh and smack your palm against your face. “I’ll go get the janitor.”
“I told you we should’ve just hucked him.”
“Shut it, Shouto.”
One Sorry Idiot in a Tree (Bakugou x Reader)
*GIF not mine*
Summary: After Bakugou saw you “flirt” with Kirishima, he wasn’t very happy with you. Gee, I wonder what you could do to make him forgive you. On a completely unrelated note, did you know there was a tree outside his window?
A/N: Just some more writer’s block killin’, don’t mind me. Got this idea from @otpdisaster with this prompt. Hope you like it!
Word count: 2305
It began with small pebbles.
Dink.
Dink.
After twenty minutes of that, you ran out of rocks. Now, you scaled the tree next to the dormitory building of Class 1-A like Rapunzel’s prince, prepared to get Bakugou’s attention by any means necessary. A branch, not exactly sturdy-looking, but enough, extended out perfectly to your boyfriend’s window. Before you tapped on it, you grimaced at the sight of the small cracks you had left in the glass from rock-throwing.
Oops.
The night was cold but the full moon provided enough light for you to koala-climb your way across the tree branch to his window, hanging on for dear life whenever it swayed in the wind. The bark made indents in your hands from you gripping it like no tomorrow, but you were desperate to speak with him. Finally, you made across enough to reach out with one trembling arm.
Tap tap.
“Why did he have to live on the fourth floor?” you mutter to yourself shakily, knocking on the glass once more before pulling back and clinging to the tree as evil winds from Satan himself tried to blow you up and away. So… guess I have a fear of heights now.
At last, the curtains covering Bakugou’s window were ripped away as the blond glared out into the night, only for his eyes to widen in surprise.
“YN?!” he exclaimed. Or at least you think he did. The thickness of the building muffled his words, so it was actually more like “Mphfmpfhmlpfhf?” He was now enraged and shouting at you through the pane, eyes glaring furiously in true Bakugou fashion. He was about ready to throw hands, approaching your form with heavy stomps you could hear from all the way outside, but he… you know, couldn’t reach you.
Throughout this whole fiasco, you were chuckling under your breath while watching him like a wild gorilla in a zoo enclosure. Then suddenly, Bakugou’s expression saddened and he withdrew from the window, sitting on his bed and just staring at you with arms hanging motionlessly at his side. You figured he was bummed he couldn’t beat the shit out of you when you were swaying back and forth on a forty-foot tree. You puffed a warm breath on the glass and reached out with a trembling hand, shakily writing “r u ok?” backwards.
Bakugou’s brows furrowed as he read the note (you wrote the “k” wrong) before scoffing and hissing words at you. Either he hadn’t figured out you couldn’t hear him, or this was his last push for you to learn how to read lips. Either way, you were over it. You shook your head and pointed to your ear, only to scream in fright when you lost balance and almost dropped to your chilly, forty-foot death. Bakugou jumped up from his bed and sprinted toward you, his palms slamming against the glass barrier while he shouted your name in a panic.
You, on the other hand, prayed to every god above and under the sun while you swung back and forth, hanging upside down and hugging the tree branch tightly to your chest.
“Oh, son of a bitch, thank God!” you laugh in relief before wiggling yourself upright on the thin, outstretched bark. Bakugou’s forehead slapped against the window as he sighed thankfully, his breath causing the pane to fog. He caught sight of this and wrote you a message with a clenched jaw.
“R u ok???” In his haste, he had forgotten to write it backwards, and you giggled at the sight before nodding. He narrows his eyes at you and flips you off. You laugh and do the same while straddling the tree branch, clouds streaming from your mouth every time you breathe with the chilly temperatures.
“Goddamnit it’s freezing out here,” you mumble, teeth chattering. Normally, you would hug yourself and rub your arms up and down to gather warmth, but right now… no. Never. Yes, you were the idiot who climbed a tree to ask her boyfriend for forgiveness, but you weren’t the idiot who died falling out of a tree after climbing it to ask for forgiveness. Stupidity was your style, but dying stupidly was just pitiful.
Ever so slowly, you scooched your way down the branch, holding in a breath as it dipped with your weight while you reached out to write another message. “I’m sorry.”
The blond read the note while a muscle in his jaw twitched. His arms hung limply at his side once more, but his hands still curled into fists at the words. With glowing, scarlet eyes, he snarled at you and plumped down into his spinny desk chair, fingers gripping the arm rests tightly.
“At least he didn’t close the blinds yet.” Your chest fills with hope and you smile gently, wiping away the old message and drawing a new one.
“I didn’t mean to piss you off.”
Your brain hurt from the amount of effort you had to put into writing that whole spiel backwards, but he was worth it. Your fingers turning blue? Yeah, that was kind of a problem. You blow hot air on the one hand before transferring and blowing on the other, watching and waiting for Bakugou’s reaction as you do.
His eyes run over the note once, then twice, then one more time until you realize he’s actually watching your form and rolling his eyes. Still, the blinds remain open, and you whisper a “Yes!” Extending your arm once again, you write another message.
“I love u.” You sketch a heart along with it, although it looks more like a fat, seated camel thanks to your trembling hands.
The message, however, still pleases the furious boyfriend, and you’d like to think he had whipped out his phone and taken pictures of you to remind himself on a terrible day that you loved him dearly. You know, rather than the less desirable, more realistic theory that he was going to blackmail you with it later and present it to his friends.
“Oh, fuck you, dickhead!” you shout at the window, shaking a middle finger at him as emphatically as you can. Shit, why aren’t there any other physical gestures of hatred? My finger’s getting cold. It was getting more of a work-out than the rest of your hands, so you supposed you couldn’t complain too much. With Bakugou as your boyfriend, you were surprised your middle fingers didn’t have six-packs by now.
Ooh, speaking of six-packs.
The blond cackled in his room while reclaiming his seat, the motion causing his shirt to fly up slightly and reveal- Jesus fuck. Who gave him permission to have that?
Shaking away the distraction, you give him a sarcastic smile and laugh before writing one last time.
“Ok, so do u forgive me?”
You lean back and huff, waiting for his response while he assesses the message. At last, he purses his lips and rises slowly from the chair. The light glowing from his room pushed away the darkness around you enough for you to inspect your bluing fingers while you waited for a response.
Inside the warm, toasty building, Bakugou scoffed at your trembling form. That didn’t stop the fond smile from growing on his face, but maybe, just maybe you deserved it this round. Ah, fuck it. His eyes glinted when he came up with the perfect message.
“Yes, I love u too.”
However, halfway through drawing this on the slightly-chilled glass that froze his precious fingertips, your form disappeared from his peripheral vision.
What.
Bakugou’s face turned into pure panic when he spotted the cracked, jagged edges of a broken tree branch in your place.
“Oh shit! YN!”
Your boyfriend charged down the stairwell, loud curses trailing behind him in echoes as he busted ass down the steps. At last, the door was in sight as he blasted through it and out into the dark night, setting off the occasional explosion to light up his surroundings. Then he spotted your form, silent and unmoving next to a broken tree branch.
“YN!” the blond roared, sprinting towards you at break-neck speed and dropping on his knees next to you. Your eyes were shut and your lips were barely open, releasing small puffs of air every few seconds. Still, you didn’t make a sound, even when Bakugou patted you anxiously on the cheek.
“YN wake up, I swear to God.” You didn’t respond. He fell back on his knees and reached up to his scalp, hands digging in and yanking on the strands frustratedly.
“Fuck, YN, please!”
Nothing. Tears pricked his eyes.
“Come on! I forgive you, just please come back!” Your eyes peeled open at that and you let out a snort.
“Seriously, I have to fall out of a tree to get you to forgive me? You’re kind of a dic- foof.” Any air in your lungs was forced out as Bakugou snatched up your cold body and held you close, squeezing you tighter and tighter with every passing second. It was warm at first, so you relaxed into it, but then it started to feel like a strangling.
“O-kay,” you choked out, patting his back, “I yield, I yield.” He held you impossibly closer just one more second and your eyes almost bulged out of your head before he leaned away, glaring at you with damp cheeks.
“Don’t ever do that again.”
“Do what? Flirt with Kirishima or fall out of a tree?”
“Both.” He avoided your tender gaze and tensed up when your hands palmed his cheeks, wiping away any and all stray tears.
“Okay,” you whispered. “I promise.”
“Good.” He pushed away your grasp and rose up off the ground, glaring at his feet while holding out a hand. “Now come on. Your hands are fucking icicles.”
You scoff. “Yeah, no thanks to you, dipwad.” Nonetheless, you accept his offer and stand up, cringing at his white-knuckled grip on your hand while he leads you into the dorm building.
“I didn’t ask you to scale a fucking tree to beg for forgiveness,” he grumbles.
“I didn’t ask you to get all jealous and mopey after I asked Kirishima for a pencil!” you counter.
“You didn’t ask for a pencil, you asked for his wood!” You can’t help but snicker at the memory.
“Hehe, yeah. You should’ve seen how red his face got, too! Especially when I reached over and stole it.” You smack your knee while wheezing with laughter. “He looked so fucking scared!”
“It’s not that funny.” Bakugou shook his head and rolled his eyes. Your hands were so concerningly blue that all he could focus on was leading you back to his room.
“-and his face was all like, ‘Oh shit!’” Your amused howls echoed throughout the dorm halls before stopping suddenly as the smile dropped off your instantly serious face. “I think the cold is getting to me.”
“Yeah, no shit,” Bakugou grumbles, kicking open his door and slamming it shut after tugging you inside. “Strip.”
“Excuse me?”
“You’re excused. Now strip.” Your brows furrowed and you smacked his chest lightly.
“Listen up, pervert. I’m not stripping for you or anyone el- O-okay.” Mid-sentence, Bakugou had whipped out his trump card on you. Now, he stood shirtless and pantless in the middle of his room, giving you an expectant look. My man is hella ripped. You gulped while eye-fucking him. You wished there was no eye.
“Who’s the pervert now?” he smirked, taking a seat on the far end of the bed so his back faced you. “There, I’m not looking. Now strip.”
To be fair, you knew there was some logic to his words. There was something about having to be completely nude, or at least in drier clothes, when someone was trying to fend off hypothermia. You didn’t care to think too much about it. Right now, your herculean boyfriend was demanding you to hop into bed (partially) naked with him. You weren’t always stupid.
After tossing your clothes into his laundry basket near the door, you slipped under the covers and poked him in his sturdy back. Are back muscles a kink? Shit, those temperatures out there had really messed with your head. Or maybe it was the fall? He got the message and joined you under the blankets, his arms instinctively wrapping around your frozen waist and pulling you close. You sigh and nuzzle into his warm chest, relaxing easily thanks to his body heat. Finally having a moment of clarity, you decided to apologize.
“I really am sorry for pissing you off like that.” You stared deeply into his eyes while nervously picking at the bedsheets.
“It’s okay.”
“It was pretty romantic when I climbed that tree for you, though, wasn’t it?” Bakugou sighed and tugged you closer by your cold hips.
“Yes, yes it was-”
“I knew it!” you shouted, wiggling next to him in bed with victory.
“Shut up over there!” Kirishima shouted from next door. Your eyes widened with shame.
“Sorry!” you shouted back before groaning and running your hands down your warmed face, peeking out from in between fingers when Bakugou released a small chuckle. The noise was deep and melodic, and you were addicted to it the instant you heard it.
Yes, you were an idiot. And you would gladly stay one if you got to end every day with that laugh in your ears.
You were his idiot.
Nail Polish and Peer Pressure (Bakugou x Reader)
*GIF not mine*
Summary: You just wanted to paint your nails in his room, but Bakugou always had to throw a hissy fit. No matter; revenge can take many forms.
A/N: Google searched “asshole synonyms” for this. I ain’t sorry. Not my best work, but I really wanted to write something, so please enjoy!
Word count: 1220
“Hey, YN, thanks for the badass nail polish. It’s super manly!”
“Of course Kirishima!”
That ticked him off. Even his best friend had gotten his nails painted by you. The whole class was now writing, tapping, and gesturing with their painted nails however they could, and it was all thanks to your seemingly endless supply of that toxic shit. Bakugou was sick of it.
It all began a couple days ago, when the blond and you were hanging out in his own room.
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“What the hell is that smell?” Your boyfriend sniffed the air with distaste, looking over from the computer he had been playing on. There you were, sitting on his bed with a bottle of polish precariously balanced on one thigh. The other leg was a makeshift surface on which you painted your nails maroon.
“Seriously?”
“Seriously what?” you asked obliviously.
“Get that nasty shit off my bed before you spill it!” he demanded, spinning around in his chair to face you. He glared at the bottle you innocently gestured at him.
“What, this? You’re really that scared I’m gonna ruin your precious sheets with a little nail polish? C’mon Katsuki, I’m not that clumsy.” He scoffs at your obvious lie and raises a brow at you. You purse your lips and roll your eyes, giving in. “All right fine, you’re right! But I’ll be careful, I swear.” Following your plea, you throw out your best weapon imaginable: puppy dog eyes.
It was ineffective.
“No, now close that shit before the stench becomes permanent.” He turns back to his computer without another word and returns to his game.
“Fine,” you stand up and walk over to his door, awkwardly trying to open with your elbows since your fingers weren’t exactly dry yet. “Then I’ll go do this elsewhere.”
“Fine.”
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Since then, you’ve been painting everyone in the class’s nails, even the guys. Just three days ago he had walked in on you adorning Deku’s hands with emerald green in the common area. Jealousy was his initial reaction, as all he could see was the small twerp’s hands near your lap as you giggled. Then it got worse to see his fingers resting on your thighs while you chatted and laughed together.
“YN!” Bakugou had shouted at you. You glanced up with wide eyes from your task, then recognized the look in your boyfriend’s eyes.
“Oh calm down, Katsuki. It’s not like you were gonna let me paint your nails.” Bakugou almost exploded at your tone. “Besides, Izuku was just wondering what all the fuss was about. There’s nothing wrong with wanting pretty nails.” Those words combined with the fact that you had called that loser by his name pushed the blond over the edge. He was slowly being driven insane.
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“Hey YN, some girls at the mall yesterday totally complimented my nails. Thanks again!” the bubbly gravity girl spouted. Bakugou’s arm tightened around your shoulder at the praise, and he snarled at the sight of disembodied hot pink nails floating into the classroom.
“I absolutely adore the sparkles you gave me, YN. You’re a goddess!” Aoyama praised next, twirling around and waving his hands in front of yours and Bakugou’s faces before dramatically falling into his seat. This was ridiculous.
Everyone, and he meant everyone in the classroom except for him had painted nails of all colors. “Oh, you gotta be kidding me,” the miserable future hero muttered as he watched Todoroki pass with red and white nails. “I’m gonna hurl.”
He missed the smug smirk that grew on your face, and you swiftly kiss him on the cheek before separating and returning to your own desk just as the bell rang.
It was only a matter of time.
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Deku stood over the bruised and beaten blond, shoving his painted hands in front of his face while laughing victoriously. “Well, well, well, looks like I finally beat you, Kacchan,” the green-haired boy boasted. Bakugou only groaned in pain on the hard asphalt of the street, unable to move as the bruises began to darken.
“I guess you could say it was all thanks to these,” he continued, flashing his emerald nails near Bakugou’s two black eyes. “Tell YN I’m grateful-”
Bakugou sprang up from his bed in a cold sweat, gasping and feeling his body for any bruises, only to come up clean. “It was all a nightmare,” he groaned, ducking his head miserably into his hands. “This is fucking stupid.” And yet, why did he want to go to your room now? The pupil-burning red digits of his alarm clock told him it was too late; it was midnight. But he didn’t care. If Bakugou had one more stupid nightmare over fucking nail polish, he was going to lose it.
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“YN!” Who the hell? “YN, open up! Open the goddamn door, YN!” Your boyfriend. Of course. Checking your phone, you moaned at the time while slumping off your bed and onto the floor, worming your way to the entrance an enraged blond currently stood behind.
“Did you bring me food?”
“What? No-”
“A stuffed animal?”
“No! I-”
“Then why in the goddamn fuck are you here at-” you whip open your door and glare into his crimson eyes, “the asscrack of dawn?” Your menacing whisper was challenged with a raised brow.
“It’s only twelve.”
“It’s only bedtime,” you mocked with a sneer. “What do you need?”
“You need to paint my nails.” Oh, oh this was good. Who needed prank TV shows when you could have all this? You disguised your victorious expression by dropping your head and groaning dramatically. Sweet, sweet revenge was near, and you could almost taste that salty bitch.
“Fineeee. But wash your hands first.” He tried to object, but you cut him off with a wave of your hand. “I’m not painting over your crusty-ass sleep nails.”
“The fuck are ‘sleep nails’?” your blondy grumbled under his breath, but nonetheless made his way over to your bathroom. Trembling excitedly after watching him walk away, you swiftly texted the class group chat you had made a week ago with great news.
You: U guys can remove ur nail polish now. Bakugou finally gave in ;)
Kaminari: Thank GODDD, I’m done with this yellow crap on my fingers
Kirishima: Me too, but at least we’ll finally get to see Bakugou with girly nails
Mina: Man, I’m gonna miss my pink sparkles!!
You: It’ll be worth it, trust me
You set your phone down just as Bakugou turned off the lights in your bathroom, but the buzzing of notifications continued.
“What asshole is texting you at midnight?”
“Probably the same kind of knucklehead that would yell at me through my door at midnight.”
He scoffs before flopping down onto your bed beside you. “Whatever, let’s just get this over with.”
“Wonderful.” Your eyes twinkle wickedly as you open your nightstand drawer, displaying a wide array of nail polishes even a rainbow would be jealous of. “So what color were you thinking?”
Ignorance is Bliss (Bakugou x Reader)
*GIF not mine*
Summary: Confessing to you has turned into quite the hassle for Bakugou, as you seem to be totally oblivious to every single one of his ideas. From notes to jewelry, you don’t notice a single thing he tries to anonymously give you. Surely you weren’t that ignorant, were you?
A/N: I desire sleep. I just wanna sleep…. Anyways, here’s another Bakugou oneshot, because it’s just so easy to get ideas for him. This time, poor explody boy’s just confused. Again, thank you guys so much for the likes and follows, and please enjoy!
Word count: 3349
To Bakugou you were… tolerable. However, in his case, those were pretty high marks. And it was because you were so tolerable that he found himself okay with the idea of hanging out with you more. He was fine with seeing you around after school, or maybe at the movies. Maybe even in his dorm room- okay, he was crushing on you. Hard. Hard enough that he found himself wanting to ask you out.
At first, Bakugou tried to ask for the annoying redhead’s help, but that didn’t work out so well.
“What about getting her candy and a teddy bear, and then telling her how you feel? Girls like that stuff,” Kirishima had innocently suggested.
“What is she, five? Fuck no.” He shut down his sturdy friend instantly. After that, the blond had told his companion that he would figure it out on his own. If on his own meant he used Google. To be fair, it was the only other resource Bakugou could depend on at this point. So he searched up what girls like, and found a whole bunch of mumbo jumbo he didn’t really have the money for, but they were worth trying out anyway. The first thing on the list? Flowers. All right, he could afford that.
The next day, the blond hero-in-training barged into class much earlier than he ever had, even earlier than the loud-mouthed class captain, and plopped down a hefty bouquet of roses along with a small note attached saying who it was from in the middle of your desk. And then he waited.
When you finally showed up, Bakugou was practically snoring in his chair, reclined back with a small dribble of drool crawling down his chin. You didn’t greet him, but you never did, so that wasn’t unexpected. What was, however, was your reaction to his gift.
“Who the fuck left their garden on my seat?” you exclaimed with disdain. The volume was loud enough to jumpstart the blond from his slumber. He furrowed his brows at your question, now wide awake. Here’s the thing, Bakugou knew you were a cusser. It was one of the few things he liked about you. But the fact that you had cussed at his gift... well, that kind of ticked him off.
“What’s wrong with them?” he demanded, but before you could respond, a loud sneeze echoed around the room.
Sniffing harshly, you untucked your face from your elbow and inspected the damage before replying, “I’m allergic to their pollen, dumbass.” Pinching the bouquet’s stems between your thumb and forefinger, you held it as far away from your face as you could while you carried it over to the trash. Bakugou’s voice stuck in his throat before he could try to stop you, so he could only watch in horror as you hovered the gift over the plastic bin. Watching his personal note work free from between two stems, the blond clenched his jaw and seethed silently when it gracefully floated to the bottom of the empty bin.
“Aww, YN, are you really throwing those roses away? They’re so pretty!” Uraraka spoke up, just then stepping into the classroom. She pouted sadly at the sight.
“Well, do you want them?” you offered, extending Bakugou’s gift towards her.
“Umm sure. I guess I’ll take them if you really don’t want them!” she agreed, accepting the bouquet and taking a whiff before thanking you. As you told her it was no problem, Bakugou curled his hands into fists and sneered.
“You’ve gotta be kidding me.”
###
That night, the blond student consulted his old friend Google once more for advice, leering over his glowing laptop and scouring for anything that might help him woo you. “A poem, huh? Ugh, do girls really like that sappy shit?” You best believe he copied one of Shakespeare’s most popular pieces and dropped it off at your door signed with his name the next morning. Plagiarism be damned, he really wanted to go out with you. After watching the love note flutter to the ground face-down, he quickly knocked on your door and rushed away, peeking out from the wall of another hallway while he waited for you to answer.
“Okay, who the fu- what the hell?” you wondered aloud, whipping open your door and angrily peering out only to see no one. Glancing around, your eyes finally spotted the white paper on the floor. Lifting it up, you observed the backside of the note with a scrunched nose. Shrugging dismissively, you crumble up the slip of paper with both hands while grumbling under your breath, “Fucking litterers,” before throwing the ball into the trash can outside your door. After you returned inside your room, Bakugou came out from behind the wall and stared at where you had stood, totally and utterly dumbfounded. Were you really that stupid? Surely you were kidding with him, right? You didn’t seriously just throw away his love letter after only looking at the blank side, did you?
Shaking his head, Bakugou abruptly remembered that yes, you have done dumber things. Just thinking off the top of his head, he could remember many incidents where you completely amazed him with your own idiocy before he ever thought much of your presence. For example, one time you had been so tired that you had run into the wall directly next to Class 1-A’s entrance, then proceeded to yell at it, “Move dumbass!” So yes, yes he could believe you had just thrown away his confession note obliviously. Bakugou shook his head at the memory before rubbing his temples, walking back to his own room to plot yet another tactic of confession.
###
Google was a godsend, and had provided him with the perfect gift. Jewelry! How had he completely managed to forget how much women love jewelry. Over the weekend, Bakugou had managed to convince Kirishima to buy him a necklace for you, one that was “your style.” In the end, his redheaded classmate arrived at school on Monday with a silver heart encasing a crimson stone on a metal chain. After silently thanking Kirishima with a small nod, Bakugou couldn’t help the small curl of the corners of his mouth while he lifted the locket up to glimmer in the fluorescent light of the classroom. His hard-headed companion, however, seemed a little disappointed in the gift.
“Look dude, I really don’t think YN is going to like that. She’s not really that kind of girl,” Kirishima insisted, a little concerned at how his friend would react if yet another confession plan failed.
“Trust me, this time I’ll get her. Plus, you know how all women love jewelry, it’s foolproof,” Bakugou assured his friend with a smirk eyes still set on the necklace. Patting Kirishima on the chest, the blond gestured for him to observe as he set down the necklace on your desk and made his way back, both preparing to watch your reaction. The redhead pursed his lips and bit them anxiously while his friend squinted with impatience. Finally, you entered the classroom and Bakugou had to hold back a fist pump. After all, he wasn’t victorious yet. Sitting down in your seat, you didn’t appear to notice the necklace, and the blond flinched harshly when you ignorantly dropped your bag on top of it. An apologetic hand settled onto his shoulder, and Bakugou was too stunned at your utter obliviousness to things right in front of you to shrug off Kirishima.
###
He had watched you all day in class, and nothing. You hadn’t acknowledged the necklace at all, and you didn’t even notice when your notebook had accidentally pushed it off the table. The future hero’s eye twitched and his hands began to tingle in irritation. You had to be screwing with him! How ignorant could you be?
It wasn’t until after school when he discovered you had, in fact, noticed the necklace, but for all the wrong reasons. Miserably dragging his feet to his room, he had passed the common area, only to hear your heart-stopping voice. Halting in his tracks, he backtracked until he could see you and the pink freak standing in the middle of the room and conversing. Eavesdropping slightly, he leaned his head in to hear better.
“Oh YN, that’s so cute,” Ashido gushed, holding her hands to her cheeks as she observed the necklace you held in between the two of you. “Who gave it to yo-”
“How much do you think it could sell for?” you asked distractedly, scrutinizing the gem in the center of the silver heart before peering back up at your classmate curiously.
“Well, i-isn’t it a gift?” she replied, her usually bright voice dropping with a lilt of uncertainty.
“I don’t know,” you shrugged casually, “I just found it lying around.” Umm, no. Bakugou vividly remembered setting it down quite obviously in the center of your desk. Maybe you needed a nice, new pair of glasses. That could be his next gift.
Mina shifted excitedly from foot-to-foot with her hands folded in front of her heart before enthusiastically suggesting, “Well, why don’t you just keep it? It is really pretty!”
Pursing your lips, you looked at her with an “are you serious” face before promptly responding, “Because it’s not mine, duh. That would be rude, Mina.”
Distractedly peering back down at the necklace, you made your way to the exit of the common area with Ashido bewilderedly shouting after you, “And selling it isn’t?!”
###
In a last ditch effort to grab your attention and confess, Bakugou made his way to the mall and searched for a clothing store you seemed to absolutely adore. On many of your clothes resided the word “Pink,” and the blonde student could distantly remember his mom always dragging through malls and passing by a shop with the exact same name.
Now, as he stood in front of the bright, highly feminine store, he couldn’t help but sneer disgustedly at its neighbor. Shuddering (and blushing) at the sight, he stepped into the original store, only to bare his teeth at the sight of the one register being in the connecting room. In that store. Bakugou groaned aloud, attracting attention from most of the customers and workers in the area. Snarling back at them, the blond continued to his original goal, wandering into the other, darker half of the shop.
“Why the hell are they the same store?!” he muttered to himself with a grossed out expression, all while keeping his head low to avoid staring at the rather lewd clothing around him. Although, it seemed unavoidable at a certain point when Bakugou accidentally ran into a table, looking up to find his path once more only to make eye contact with string. That’s it, he swore that’s all it was. Just… string. What the hell is that gonna do?! His face burned at the sight and he clenched his jaw tightly, searching for the checkout area so he could finish his business and get the hell out of this place.
At last, he reached his destination and slammed his palms down on the counter, causing the cashier to flinch with frightened eyes. “Gimme a Pink gift card. Twenty-five dollars,” Bakugou demanded harshly. The girl in front of him instantly lost her patience at the order, and she had to force on a fake smile before replying.
“Sorry sir,” her voice was snide. “We only have Victoria’s Secret gift cards here.”
“Whatever, just give me a damn card,” he barked, shoving the cash into her hands. The teen boy was growing seriously uncomfortable in this place, and he despised that feeling.
“Here you go. Have a nice day!” the worker sarcastically chimed, beaming at how anxious he appeared. His lip curled at her tone and he grumbled under his breath as he navigated his way out of the vulgar store.
###
Bakugou’s hands trembled as he set down the card on your desk. He was still shaken up over that stupid store, but whenever Kirishima asked him about it, he just shook off the question, mumbling about how he didn’t want to talk about it. Crashing down into his desk, Bakugou miserably shoved his chin into his hands, resting over the surface and waiting impatiently for you to see his gift. He wasn’t stupid this round. In a brightly colored, anonymous card, the blond had written about how he liked you and how he wanted you to buy yourself something nice. It was a genius plan, as now he didn’t have to worry about buying you something. Oh man, if only he had put his damn name on it.
When you walked into the chattering classroom and sat in your seat, you inspected the card thoroughly, even poking at it with your goddamn pencil. What the hell? Either way, when you finally opened it like a big girl and watched the special gift card drop unceremoniously onto your desk, you didn’t make a sound. You just… stared. You were totally silent, breathing evenly with a blank face as you inspected the card like it had the secrets to the world. Evidently, you didn’t want to know those secrets, as you abruptly pushed up out of your chair, ever-so gracefully banging it into the desk behind you. Your eyes were dark and unreadable, and you hair acted as a curtain around your face while your fingers braced against the desktop. It was like you were burning the hot pink words printed on the gift card into your brain.
Finally, you looked up and stared ahead at the teacher’s board while your face slowly grew enraged. “Mineta, you little creep! I’m gonna kick your ass!” Bakugou jumped at your outburst, observing shakily as you swiftly turned your head to the pint-sized, purple student in the corner of the room. As a result, the little squirt screamed in terror and ran away. You chased him out of the room, and Bakugou couldn’t help but bite his lip tentatively while staring blankly at where you had stood.
Kirishima, also shaken by your sudden outburst, made his way over to his best friend’s desk, glancing at yours along the way. Spotting what had made you so upset, the redhead groaned and dragged a hand down his face while shaking his head. “Seriously, Bakugou, Victoria’s Secret? That was your genius idea?” The blond nodded in a daze. “If she ever finds out,” he continued, “she’s going to murder you.” Bakugou could only nod in agreement, still shocked at your reaction to the gift. Was it really that perverted?
Helplessly, he stares up at his friend with desperation dripping from his face, whispering a small, “Help me.” Kirishima beams brightly at the admission, placing his hands on his hips.
“Finally willing to listen, huh?”
“Don’t push it.” Bakugou massages his temples, exhausted from the week's events.
“Don’t you worry, buddy. I have the perfect idea.”
###
There was still a small, minuscule chance that Kirishima was wrong, right? Bakugou could care less at this point, he just wanted to confess to you. You were strong, stubborn, loud-mouthed, arrogant, and infuriating. He loved it. Ever since you had insulted him back and then proceeded to kick his ass almost beat him up during a training session, he had fallen for you. Which was why he had gone to such lengths for you. He wanted to get you the perfect gift to return all the fuzzy, totally lame feelings you had given him. And apparently, according to Kirishima, a little bunny stuffed animal and a box of chocolates were the best way to begin to do that. The redhead had claimed that gifts wouldn’t make any girl, especially you, fall in love with him instantaneously. Bakugou was doubtful, but according to how all his previous plans had crashed and burned into one spectacularly extravagant trainwreck, he had no room to judge.
While letting those thoughts run rampant in his head, the normally tumultuous hero-in-training stood silently in front of your door, awkwardly waiting for you to answer after he had painfully knocked on it with his forehead. What was he supposed to do; his hands were chock full of stuffed rabbit and chocolates. Breathing a sigh of relief when the door opened to reveal you with a soft, sly smile, he shoved his new gifts towards you.
“I like you,” he mumbled apprehensively, looking to the side to prevent you from seeing his flushed cheeks. You could barely hear him, but you knew. Oh yeah, you definitely knew.
“Took you long enough,” you teased, hugging the presents to your chest. “No offense, but your other gifts were shit. Oh, aside from this.” Fiddling with the heart necklace and giving him a lopsided grin, you tossed the bunny and the chocolates onto your bed behind you before grabbing him by his wrists and tugging him inside, him stumbling in after you with a dropped jaw. “Speaking of, if you really want me to buy new lingerie, I’ll bring you along next time.” You laughed cheekily as Bakugou’s cheeks grew a darker shade of red, and he muttered at you to shut up.
###
Bakugou’s arm tightened around your shoulder as you pushed open the door to the classroom, giggling at his deadpan joke while the corner of his mouth quirked up at your bright smile. Directing you to your seat, he released your shoulder and groaned while dropping your bag to the ground. “Ugh, why is that thing so heavy?” he whined, glaring at the weighted object. Laughing at his pain, the pair of you suddenly tense up at a smaller presence behind you. Instantaneously, the both of you grow pissed, you whipping around and glaring while Bakugou wraps his arm around your waist possessively.
“What do you want, pipsqueak?” your boyfriend hissed at Mineta.
The shorter male’s eyes widened and he took a barely noticeable step back before standing tall once more and proudly announcing, “YN, I was hoping you’ve come to your senses today and realized that you have wrongfully blamed me for a despicable, unthinkable action!” Well, he wasn’t exactly wrong, but that didn’t mean you wanted to admit defeat. Especially to him. Sneering and opening your mouth to respond, the little grape lifted a finger to pause you and continued, “I will, however, forgive you in exchange for a generous kiss.” Ignoring your disgusted look, Mineta closed his eyes and puckered his lips, only to open them once more at the sound of explosions.
Bakugou’s grip on your side was practically bruising, while his other hand was raised with an eruptive display for all to see. Snarling ferociously, the blond’s voice was gruff and threatening as he lowly warned, “You better get a head start while you can. I’m gonna beat your ass, you little creep.” Bakugou’s scarlet eyes were glaring nastily at Mineta, and if looks could kill,... well, you know the rest. The purple-haired pervert stumbled back a couple steps before he whimpered and spun around on his toes, hightailing it out of the classroom. Bakugou smiled at the sight and turned to brush his lips against yours. You placed your hand on the back of his neck to hold him there for a couple seconds, gently nibbling on his lower lip before finally pulling away. The tingles his soft kiss left behind compelled you to keep your eyes and revel in the waves of pleasure they evoked. You were content, at least until a loud bang ripped your eyes open. It was the door to the classroom swinging open as you saw the blond hair of your boyfriend disappear into the hallway.
“You purple son of a bitch!”
Wincing at the roar, you hesitantly sat at your desk, sucking air through your teeth and fiddling with the silver locket around your neck. “Oopsies.”
scenario for when Katsuki...
mha m.list | gn!reader | [fluff]
first time he looked at you he didn't care, you're just some other extra getting in the way of his pathway to success on being a hero. second time he really looked at you he made up in his mind yup he's whipped for you third glance he's gonna make a move and do something about whatever the hell is what his heart is feeling everytime you're around him. now he just stares at you lovingly absolutely with a proud smile and doe eyes just admiring an absolute masterpiece that is you. thinking bout how katsuki rests his chin on his palm and watches you never leaving his eyes off of you. longing loving stares from his eyes as you go about your day not to mention times when you're so into whatever it is you're doing he loves it when you just call him out about him staring and he just continues staring at you with a smug grin plastered on his face
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