Bakugo Katuski - Blog Posts

Hey! In the preview of the next episode I saw this screen and ... no it just wasn't Tomura, so I took the liberty of correcting it a bit and adding the art direction of the new opening 💛

a little sister request for "pretty boy bakugou"

hope this is what she meant

“Bakugo is so fine! Bakugo is my man!”

I hate to break it to you but I think your man wants a man bc why he always standing like that

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Reunion- Bakugou Katsuki

A/n: Whoops I started writing again :)

Summary: A year after your breakup, you return to UA for the 10 year reunion.

Warning: Fighting, swears

Your grip on the glass cup strengthens as Bakugou screams. This is the third argument this week and it's about the same thing. You've been having the same fight for the whole week and it isn't getting better. Each time the topic of marriage comes up, he ignores it or gets defensive. At this point, you're convinced he doesn't want to be with you much longer. That thought festers inside your heart, creating a cold exterior.

"Bakugou, just say you don't want to marry me." You grumble, slamming the cup on the counter, it cracks in your palm. "Are you not listening? We're fine the way we are!" He barks, storming up to you. His face is inches away from yours, but you don't move. You don't give him the satisfaction of a reaction. "I'm the number two hero. I don't have time for all the sappy shit. We don't need to get married!" His lip twitches, pure irritation written on his face. "You don't get to decide what we need. This relationship doesn't consist of just you!" You retort, letting go of the glass and dropping your hand to your side. "Since when have you ever wanted this?" He cups your face, squeezing your jaw. It doesn't hurt, he isn't trying to hurt you. He's trying to get you to look him in the eyes, but you just can't. Not when he's making things very clear. "I've always wanted a wedding! I told you I wanted to get married before we started dating! You've known for years!" You rip his hand off your face, throwing it against his chest. "I never thought you were serious! That whole stupid family shit was never in my plans!" "But they're in mine." The house goes silent. Neither of you know what to say, but you both know the end is near. You both feel the ground beneath you crumbling. "If you want to do all that shit, find someone else." He doesn't expect you to obey him. He assumes you'll drop the topic and return to his side. Instead, you turn away from him and grab your keys. "Maybe I will."

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You straighten out your dress, unsure if you should even be here. When you got the invitation in your mailbox you were excited. You'd get to see all your old classmates without a villain attack. You'd be able to catch up with everyone. Only issue is, Bakugou might be there as well. Doesn't matter, though. If you don't show up Ashido will just drag you back. You promised to be there for her since you haven't seen her in months. You've been busy working on your ranking, getting up to number 4.

You walk into the training area, now decked in fairy lights and ribbons. They went all out for this, even having huge buffet tables with a chocolate fountain. There's huge speakers with a well known band playing on a small stage. It's almost like prom, but this time you're going alone.

"L/n!" A squeaky voice calls you. You turn to see Ashido jogging towards you. You'll never understand how she can move so fast in heels. "Ashido, good to see you!" She pulls you into a tight hug, she smells like peaces. "Ugh, don't be so formal! We used to be like sisters at UA!" She reminds you. You can't help but return to those days. When things weren't so complicated, when you were still a kid learning how the control your quirk. "How could I forget? We used to sneak out overnight to watch movies." You nudge her playfully. She has a silk, black dress on. It reaches the floor, having an opening to see her legs. She was always the best dressed. "I heard Deku and Kirishima are going to be here soon!" You smile, enjoying the idea of seeing your friends again. Your class is lucky, being the only one with no casualties. "I'm sure Deku will spend the whole night with Uraraka." You laugh. "You think he still likes her?" Ashido questions, a frown present on her face. "I'm sure he does." "What a shame... She's married to Kaibara.." Ashido's voice lowers and you suddenly feel less confident. You completely forgot about Uraraka's wedding. You were so wrapped up in the idea of getting married yourself, you completely blocked out all the weddings you attended. "I still can't believe she married someone other than Deku.. they seemed so.. destined for each other." You hum, your stomach churning. "Well, you never know. Things have changed since we graduated." Ashido's eyes lower, becoming glassy. It hits you very quickly, reminding you of her divorce. Ashido married a top hero who went to a different hero school, only to find out he was using her. You spent nights with her, comforting her until she fell asleep. "Yeah, somehow it still feels like we just graduated." You're about to comfort her, when the entrance opens. You turn to see Kirishima and Deku walking in together. Deku's smile brightens to room, putting you at ease. "Oh thank god the golden boys are here!" Mina pipes up, dragging you towards them. She stops right in front of Kirishima, a big grin on her face. She's missed her close friend. "Ah, you beat us here!" Deku comments, a nervous look on his face. "You're like twenty minutes late!" You raise an eyebrow. "Yeah, well we had to pick up this jerk." Kirishima points behind him, causing you to lock eyes with the one man you didn't want to see. Bakugou has a black suit on, making him look way too handsome. You're quick to focus back on the other two boys, continuing a conversation. "We should dance!" Mina squeals. You want to shoot down her idea, beg her to do anything else, but Deku and Kirishima both agree. "Mind if I take L/n?" Deku asks politely. "Sure, I gotta catch up with Ashido anyway!" Kirishima holds out his hand for her to take, her gladly gripping it tight. Deku does the same, holding out his rough hand. You're hesitant, staring at Bakugou for a split second. You have no reason to ask if it's okay with Bakugou, you broke up. He made it clear he didn't want what you did. So, you gently place your hand on top of his, letting him guide you to the dance floor.

You spend a good thirty minutes dancing with Deku, getting in two slow dances. He's actually pretty good at dancing compared to his younger years. "So, you and Bakugou.." He mutters. Your shoulders drop at the topic. "We broke up." "Yeah, I know. He wouldn't stop talking about it for months." You let out a acknowledging hum. "He misses you. Do you miss him?" "Doesn't matter if I do. we both want different things, things that can't be compromised. I want a big wedding, a family. He doesn't. end of story." You sum up the entirety of the issue, seeing how different your worlds are. "He's changed." You're starting to get annoyed at his persistence. "I'm sure he has, but he can't change what he wants in a future within a year." You slowly pull away from Deku, no longer wanting to be touched. "L/n, he loves you. He spent a whole year missing you, wondering where you are. He's waited a year for a wedding invitation with your name on it." Deku's brows furrow, fists clenching. "That's not my problem anymore, Deku! He told me to move on, so I am!" "He wants a family with you! After two months of losing you, he realized how badly he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you! He's taken time to really think about it." "This isn't any of your business, Izuku." You hiss. You want to leave. You want to run away. To pretend like this conversation never happened, so you could continue believing Bakugou didn't want you. Because that thought has spent years in your head, thinking anything else is terrifying. "It is when he's miserable and you won't even take a second to talk to him!" "I don't need to talk to him! So fucking what if he misses me! I highly doubt he'll be happy married to me, to have kids with me! He told me that the entire time." You step away from Deku, your voice raising. "Is that what you really think? You think he's incapable of changing, of wanting something new? Are you that selfish?" That's what causes you to snap. 'selfish'. "HOW AM I SELFISH FOR WANTING SOMETHING HE DOESN'T! HE HAD YEARS TO CHANE, TO WANT A FAMILY! SO, WHY IS IT THAT THE MOMENT I LEAVE HE SUDDENLY WANTS EVERYTHING? HOW THE FUCK AM I SELFISH!?" Deku remains quiet, tightening his jaw. You huff, spinning on your heel and walking out the room. You can't stay there, not after that. You practically ruined the night with your stupid problems. It's also Deku's fault for being so pushy about all of this. You hope he's happy with the match he dropped on the bridge between you two.

"He wasn't lying." Bakugou's voice is gruff, heavy. You refuse to turn and look at him. He has no right to see you. "So what? It's been a year." You sigh. "I needed time to know what I want." You let him continue, too drained to respond. "I want you. I want a family. Hell, I even thought about a huge wedding." You still keep your mouth shut. "I wanted one of those weddings in a garden, with a wooden arch covered in flowers. I wanted all our friends and family to be there, to see how much I love you. I really wanted those stupid cakes that have three tiers." This changes nothing. This cannot fix what he's done. He doesn't want you, he told you to find someone else. There's no way this would work. He's only doing this to make you happy, he doesn't actually want this. "I wanted to have a kid after a year or two, he'd have my hair but your eyes. Probably have one of our quirks, don't matter which one." "Bakugou-" "I know you aren't married. I asked around every few months." You can hear his footsteps get closer, right behind you. "I know what I said that night was cruel, I never meant them. I didn't think I'd be a good father, let alone husband. I was scared you'd leave me after things got complicated. I didn't want to risk losing you, not like that." For the first time in a long while, the thoughts of him not wanting you start to fade away. Slowly, the cloud of doubt clears, leaving you with new sight on it all. "We can't just get married now. I mean, I don't even know if I'm ready anymore.." It's been a year. You're extremely sure that you still love him, you always will. But the idea of marrying him so soon makes you tremble. "I know. I don't plan on proposing right away. But I want you to know, that if we do get back together, I want a future. I want to share that future with you." You shut your eyes, debating between your two options. You could easily leave, find someone who won't take a year to decide what he wants. Or you could restart this whole thing, be with him and have the life you always wanted with him. After battling your mind, you decide on your answer, no matter how much pain it could cause. You want to be with him. You want to spend an eternity with him. You take his hand, restarting everything.

evolution

“please don’t leave me”

He’s using a voice changer trust…

I’d like to think that, not quite getting that he’s been thrust into the future, bakugo would be like: Well I don’t know this guy.. must not be That big of a deal 🙄.

And be somewhat uncooperative along with a little bit of a menace

1 / 2 / 3

Light Refracts In Many Angles

Midoriya had always been a mutterer. It was a habit developed through isolation and his parents. Since he had no one to talk to, he spoke to himself. The sound of talking was comforting even if the voice speaking was his own.

Another thing Midoriya got through his lifelong isolation was this “magical” ability to disassociate. His rejection from society “evolved” over the countless years of bullying, but that was beside the point. He was still pretty lonely even with the fan behavior from a select group of losers.

Midoriya would wake up and go to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Within seconds of brushing his teeth, Midoriya would be disassociating. Midoriya would be eating breakfast in the middle of spicy gossip. He’d be responding to his mother, but nope, his brain flipped a switch, and just like that he was blanking out. Of course, it didn't happen at the same time every day, but it wasn't uncommon.

Midoriya would go to school and the moment Bakugo opened his mouth Midoriya was out of it. Fortunately for him, it seemed that his body was on autopilot in school. He’d look down at his notebook to see notes he didn’t recall taking. One time he even highlighted specific lines in his textbook.

Midoriya knew it was a problem, but it never really happened when he was doing important tasks that he needed to focus on, so he didn't tell anyone. Unfortunately, he nearly fell down countless flights of stairs in front of his mother, so he was set up with a psychiatrist.

It never took long for Bakugo to notice changes in Midoriya’s behavior. Whenever he made fun of Midoriya or even shoved him occasionally, it was as if Midoriya was looking right through him.

Bakugo couldn’t tell if Midoriya was terrified of him or if he was trying to act tough and one-up Bakugo by pretending to be unfazed. The first time he noticed it was over four months ago.

In certain classes where their seating arrangement changed due to carefree teachers, Bakugo sat near his three lackeys. Hifumi was at the desk to his right and Tejio was in front of him.

Midoriya had already taken a seat on his left before the trio entered the classroom. Midoriya’s seat was by the window, allowing him to gaze out whenever he wanted to.

Bakugo was able to notice the strange behavior, but he never truly figured out what was going on with Midoriya. Midoriya would be writing his notes normally and, out of the blue, his expression would fall as that blank look washed over his face. He couldn’t understand what was happening since Midoriya was still writing away, gaze flicking to the board and then down to the paper to write.

Midoriya spent all of his time alone. He had no friends at school, and he always had everything with him, including his lunch. Midoriya would often stay in his seat for the duration of the break.

Bakugo and his lackeys would sometimes poke fun at him for it before they left for the cafeteria. Other times they’d come back early to study or get away from the crowd of people who were nothing more than nuisances to the three.

Midoriya usually wouldn’t react to them coming in. He would often be spotted with his head against the glass, looking at nothing in particular. Bakugo would never admit it, not even to himself, but he couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the sight.

The golden sunlight would shine on Midoriya and illuminate him. His black freckles seemed to glow a golden hue, and his pigmented skin seemed to relish the warm sunlight. Midoriya’s pale, chapped lips seemed to turn a bright red with the exposure to the sun.

Midoriya’s dark and dazed eyes would light up into a striking electric emerald green, matching the beautiful shade of green his eyelashes would turn as they occasionally fluttered. Bakugo could even see the line where the black patch of his hair turned green when it was usually hidden in his dark hair.

Every once in a while, Bakugo would see Midoriya snap back into whatever he was doing whether that be him writing notes, doing schoolwork, scrolling on his phone, writing his hero analysis, or him looking for something interesting going on outside the window. It seemed unreal the way life seemed to flash back into Midoriya's eyes.

Midoriya may not be exactly conscious of the world around him, but his subconscious was working to keep him afloat. It was a sight to see when he became responsive to things he was hearing or seeing.

Bakugo found it strange, but he’d never pass up a moment to peer at Midoriya without the worry of being caught. He'd convince himself he did it for a good reason after he'd catch himself staring.

On good days, Bakugo would go in early and open the window. He knew deep down why he did it, but how could he ever bring himself to say he wanted to watch the breeze gently blow against Midoriya’s face to watch the way the curls in his hair would sway.

One day, Midoriya had a boba milk tea. The drink was still sealed and the straw sitting next to the cup on the desk. Midoriya had his notes pulled out as he was planning to do schoolwork before homeroom started.

Bakugo had been watching Midoriya and saw the exact moment Midoriya's brain clocked out. It was normally pretty clear as his face fell as he was writing notes.

After a couple of minutes, Midoriya's gaze rose to the drink. He grabbed it and brought it away from the edge where it was sitting. Midoriya snatched the straw and raised it to stab through the lid.

Bakugo felt himself focus on the sight, never having seen Midoriya eat or drink while in a trance.

Thump.

There was a pause.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

Now Tejio and Hifumi were looking.

Thump.

It didn’t go through, and Hifumi couldn’t help but snicker. For Bakugo, he was fully invested in seeing how this was going to go. Midoriya’s mind was obviously not functioning, but his body was.

Midoriya's body, not being able to accomplish his subconscious mind's goal, raised questions. After all, it was a new situation where Midoriya couldn’t do anything while being unresponsive.

Thump.

Midoriya suddenly threw the straw at the desk and flopped back in his seat. In a way, it seemed as if his body was visibly trying to pout. Tejio could not help but let out muffled laughter, trying not to lose it.

Midoriya leaned forward, taking the straw and even holding it up to his eyes. Midoriya seemed as if he was observing the straw. Bakugo knew very well not one thought was going through Midoriya’s head as messed with the sharp end of the straw. Fixing his grip on it, Midoriya sent it down one more time.

Thump.

Midoriya once again readjusted his grip on the straw and shifted in his seat before sending the straw down again.

Thump.

Thump.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

Thump.

Midoriya suddenly picked up the drink, sat it back at the corner of the desk, and brushed the straw off his papers before grabbing his pencil and writing as if nothing had happened.

Hifumi and Tejio lost it, laughing. Bakugo was baffled at the sight, wondering how Midoriya did all of that. He didn’t understand what was happening or why it happened. He’d ask about it, but that would reveal he paid attention and cared enough to ask. He’d rather die than let anyone, especially Deku, know either of those things.

Midoriya seemed to snap out of it a minute later as he took the drink and straw before piercing it easily. He rewarded himself with a drink as he continued the notes. Hifumi and Tejio never suspected a thing while Bakugo was left staring in confusion.

Bakugo knew something was up but decided to never ask. Eventually, he forced himself to stop opening the window and stopped himself from staring too much.

It seemed as if Bakugo wasn’t the only admirer as occasionally the window would be left open in the mornings before Midoriya would enter the classroom.

Midoriya was studying in the school's ginormous library. Midoriya always placed himself at a booth alongside the window, enjoying the sunlight while he studied.

Bakugo and his bullies had snuck in, planning on teasing Midoriya in the quiet area. They spotted him and sat down nearby to figure out how to proceed as the librarian would easily spot them. She was a passionate and stern woman who wouldn’t hesitate to put them all into detention.

Someone suddenly walked past the trio. They looked over to see it was their class president. He was tall, undeniably charming, always received the highest grades, had the best reputation, and was involved in everything going on in the school. His name was Noya Seika, preferring to be called Seika. His book bag was over his shoulder and his arms were holding a stack of papers.

Bakugo and his two followers watched as Seika approached the booth Midoriya was at. Midoriya was casually writing his notes, at peace with the silence.

Seika marched right up to the booth with his charming smile. Everything about his approach was sincere, not an ounce of pity visible in his determined eyes.

Midoriya seemed to notice someone standing by his booth and jumped, covering his mouth. “I am so sorry! Was I mumbling? I’ll be quiet!” panicked Midoriya, whispering only to be met with the sight of his class president.

“No need to apologize, you weren’t mumbling. I was wondering if I may sit with you?” asked Seika with a chuckle, shaking his head.

Midoriya looked at Seika suspiciously before deciding to just let him sit down. It would be extremely rude of him to reject Seika even if he was doing it for a dare or had ulterior motives.

“Oh! Yes, you can sit with me,” approved Midoriya, motioning for Seika to sit down.

Seika smiled, appreciating Midoriya letting him join him. Setting down the stack of papers, he rolled his shoulders in relief. Midoriya peered at him curiously, not used to ever being with good company. Seika sat his bag down and slid into the booth.

“Thanks again for letting me sit with you. I love the student council, but they make it hard to get the paperwork done for the upcoming festival,” ranted Seika, situating the stack of papers before him.

Midoriya, feeling accepted enough to be able to ask questions, decided to ask one of his own. “All of those are just for the festival? Why’d you choose the library out of all places to get stuff done?”

Seika looked at Midoriya, seemingly surprised. The bullies couldn’t understand what Seika was doing. They were already pissed they had gotten their chance taken away from them. It didn't help that Seika was now acting strange after seeking out Midoriya. Bakugo looked ready to break his book bag strap.

Seika tilted his head to the side, happy to answer. “Yep! I'm in charge of approving and disapproving every single class’ activity. Usually, every student in every class has an idea. So, we have about four classes per year and each class has about 20-24 students. I have to get through all of them a week prior. Oh, and about your second question, I figured you’d be here.”

Midoriya was nodding, listening to Seika until the random and strange words escaped his mouth.

I figured you’d be here.

Midoriya stared at Seika in disbelief, worried he hit his head or got struck with a quirk. “Seika-san? Are you okay?”

“Of course, I’m alright Midoriya. Why wouldn’t I be?” questioned Seika innocently.

Midoriya shook his head, fixing his notebook. “No reason. Well, I’ll let you get to your work.”

Seika slightly pouted, watching as Midoriya seemed to put all his focus back on his work. Seika stared for another moment before going to his work, flying through the papers.

The bullies had been snickering at the expressions of Midoriya. They had never seen him look so confused and worried for someone. What made it even better was how Midoriya’s concern was because someone wanted to be around him. Bakugo couldn’t help but be completely invested in the scene similar to a grandma watching a soap opera.

When the three saw the way Seika gazed at Midoriya lovingly, they all felt their faces drop.

The gray-haired bully, Hifumi, started, “No.”

Bakugo interjected his lackey’s moment with a helpful, “Fucking.”

“Way,” the brown-haired bully, Tejio, cut Bakugo off, finishing their little epiphany.

“Seika likes Deku.” The three said in unison.

They all watched like stalkers as the two worked together in comfortable silence. Bakugo saw a mindless haze coat Midoriya’s eyes as his head raised from the page he was staring at and looked out the window. Seika noticed the lack of Midoriya’s scribbling and looked up. Noticing he was in a trance, Seika glanced out the window to see nothing particularly interesting going on.

Looking back at Midoriya, Seika shamelessly took a moment to admire Midoriya. Bakugo couldn’t help but struggle to swallow the lump in his throat. He knew he had looked at Midoriya the exact same way, infatuated by the stunning view. He could see the way Seika’s grip on his pen just oh-so-slightly tightened as he stopped writing.

Eventually, Seika waved a hand in front of Midoriya’s face. Absolutely no response from Midoriya. Bakugo, Hifumi, and Tejio all freeze at the sight of Midoriya being completely out of it. Seika decided not to shout and tried to wave again. With no response again, he gently poked Midoriya’s hand. Midoriya instantly snapped out of it. Midoriya was quick to shoot his gaze over to be met with Seika’s kind expression.

“You were staring off Midoriya. You didn’t even respond to me waving,” explained Seika, looking at Midoriya in wonder.

Midoriya grinned, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to ignore you. I have a dissociative disorder. It only ever really happens in school. I promise I wasn’t ignoring you.”

Seika smiled, waving his hand dismissively. “Nonsense. I assumed you were daydreaming so no hard feelings. Also—a dissociative disorder?”

It seemed to finally click for Bakugo. The feeling of dread slowly creeped into his chest. The Hifumi and Tejio look flabbergasted, not knowing what a dissociative disorder is.

Midoriya nodded, looking at Seika uneasily. “Yeah, I was diagnosed with it after my mother took me to a doctor after an incident. It’s really frustrating.”

“Oh really? I’ve heard about it before, but I don’t know the details of how it works. Is it hard to focus?” pondered Seika.

Happy to explain his personal experience with the disorder, Midoriya twirled his pencil. “Well, mine is mild in terms of my mental state. Whenever I get triggered or induce it, my mind will lock me out of my body. My body just runs on its own. It causes disconnection and lack of continuity between my thoughts, memories, surroundings, and actions. I basically escape reality.”

Hifumi and Tejio let their eyes widen as their gazes full of shock met. They figured Midoriya was an antisocial loser. Now it was brought to their attention that this was because of a mental disorder that they probably caused. Bakugo seethed from where he was sitting. He couldn’t understand how he had been so blind. It was obvious it was disordered behavior. It was obvious Midoriya had been dissociating. He had been admiring Midoriya and observing that he never actually reflected or saw it as something that was burdening Midoriya.

“Woah, so like depersonalization disorder?”

“I mean… kind of. I’m not exactly observing myself from outside my body and I never feel like I’m in a dream, but I do feel a disconnection or detachment from my body and thoughts,” elaborated Midoriya, not sure if he was making any sense.

Seika bowed his head, taking one of Midoriya’s hands in his two. “Thank you so much for sharing such personal information with me. I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable in any way. If I did, I humbly apologize for not realizing this may be something you are sensitive about.”

Midoriya felt his eyes widen, placing his free hand over Seika’s. “Oh no, please don’t apologize! You asked me about it kindly and respectfully. I wouldn’t have talked about it if I didn’t want to.”

Seika looked up at Midoriya relieved. “I’m glad. Still, I’m sorry you have to deal with that. Is it affecting your studies?”

“Not too much. I still get everything written down. All I have to do is just review the notes I wrote while dissociating. It’s a pain, but there's nothing else I can do,” sighed Midoriya, removing his hand to flip the page of his textbook.

Seika smiled, removing his two hands from Midoriya’s hand. “You are very studious.”

Midoriya smiled at his notes bitterly. “Well, that's all I can do.”

Seika shook his head, looking at Midoriya adoringly. “I doubt that. I feel like you could do anything you put your mind to.”

Midoriya looked ready to argue but bit his cheek and nodded instead. “Thanks.”

Seika frowned, he had said the wrong thing and Midoriya settled for silence. That was the barrier he was determined to break. He didn’t want their dynamic to be the weak quirkless student who believed he’d be disciplined if he attempted to defend himself and the powerful authoritative student with a quirk who barely had to lift a finger to get Midoriya expelled. Although technically that’s what it already was.

Seika looked at Midoriya who buried himself in his book. “I’m sorry to disturb you, but why do you wear such a face? Do you not think you can achieve anything you put your mind to?”

Midoriya felt his eyes widen, looking up to meet Seika looking at him with such a strange look. Midoriya could sense anger, but none of it was directed at him. Midoriya could see a glint of desire and swallowed hard.

“Oh, it’s not that Seika-san. I’m just not used to uhh…,” trailed off Midoriya, fumbling to come up with an excuse or any kind of response.

“No, don’t feel pressured to answer. I was just worried I had upset you,” confessed Seika, once again stunning Midoriya.

Midoriya looked at Seika and smiled kindly at him, tilting his head gently. “Don’t worry, you haven’t upset me.”

Seika felt his posture straighten, looking at Midoriya lovingly.

Bakugo was quick to move, he wasn’t planning on letting this random extra waltz his way into Midoriya’s life. The end of the school year was rapidly approaching, and he was not going to have Seika be an irritating memory.

“Deku.”

Midoriya jumped but looked up to where Bakugo was standing. “Kacchan?”

Bakugo swallowed his pride and decided to use his only excuse to hang out with Midoriya without it sounding like it was his idea. “The old hag has been bugging me and wants you and Inko to visit soon.”

Midoriya perked up, all the attention that had once been Seika’s was gone. “Oh, of course! I’ll let Mom know.”

“Whatever. Now get the hell out of here, all the clubs left already,” demanded Bakugo, pulling out one toxic tactic to separate Midoriya from a potential friend or lover.

Midoriya smiled, rising from his seat. “Oh, you’re right. Thanks for letting me know Kacchan. Seika, I’ll be taking my leave.”

Seika waved Midoriya off with a disappointed expression. “See you around Midoriya.”

Bakugo walked back over to where his lackeys were with a wide smile. Hifumi had watched the entire encounter with a dropped jaw. Tejio was holding back laughter, enjoying the look on Seika’s face.

“No way you just did that,” snickered Tejio.

Hifumi nodded his head in approval. “While I’m impressed Midoriya listened to you, I’m even more shocked you didn’t bother looking at Seika.”

Bakugo shrugged. “I didn’t have to look. I sent him the message that I had Midoriya wrapped around my finger.”

“You’re evil dude,” sighed Hifumi.

Bruh I wrote this back in 2022 and found this deep in the google docs sorry if it's trash, but I honestly kinda like it even two years later

Y’all… I thought the posters were funny… but it looks so tacky. Also I’m loving my recent style with the incorrect proportions 😋

ANYWAYS RAHHHHH BKDK 🧡💚

Ready To Quit

Becoming a teacher was not on Midoriya’s list of to do’s when he was a child. The only thing running through his mind was becoming a pro hero. After losing his quirk and feeling the remaining embers slip away, he did everything in his power to avoid acknowledging how devastated he truly was.

 So, when Aizawa made the proposal to work at UA High, Midoriya was surprised that he didn’t have to try as hard to be okay with the new career path.

After spending his entire childhood bullied by his teachers for being quirkless, Midoriya knew he wanted to be the saving grace for many young and impressionable teens. He sure as hell needed Toshinori and Aizawa to get him through his first year at UA.

As graduation quickly arrived and passed, Midoriya was already preparing for the next chapter of his life. Every single college Midoriya applied to, he received an acceptance letter. Surprised they still accepted him despite his quirkless status, he took it as a sign and was ready to succeed. Considering his classmates were going to be busy with being sidekicks and interns for a while, Midoriya needed distractions.

Excelling in school was an obsession Midoriya had no problem falling back into. Before meeting All Might, focusing on school was a good distraction from his fate as a quirkless person. Now because that fate is a reality, why not go back to old habits?

School was officially his life; he had no issue embracing it. He decided to major in education and hero studies. He minored in quirk biology and psychology. 

Despite his friends being busy, Aizawa and Toshinori were two people Midoriya stayed in touch with happily. They often would meet for lunch and small catchups. Midoriya and Toshinori already had an unbreakable bond, but the one he formed with Aizawa was unexpected but welcomed.

There were days when Midoriya knew it would be more harm than good to stay cooped up in his room and would ask Aizawa if he could come over. Eri was older so she’d often stay nearby Midoriya doing whatever she wanted. Midoriya would bring over coffees and a small dessert for Eri.

Bakugo and Midoriya stayed in close contact as well. Unfortunately, their conversations were scarce because Bakugo was working himself to the bone. No matter how much Midoriya expressed his worries, Bakugo dismissed the concern and continued the way he was going.

Ignoring Bakugo, Midoriya would often make him bentos and leave it in the blonde’s mailbox because that was the one place Bakugo checked religiously for some odd reason. He’d get five messages back-to-back, each written in all caps. Midoriya would smile warmly at his phone before stepping into his first class of the day.

That process repeated his entire four years in college. As time passed, his classmates reached out a bit more. They were getting comfortable in their schedules, and many were finally out of the early hero stage and working as a respectable pro hero in their desired agencies.

Sure, a part of him was bitter at the extreme loss of contact. Bakugo was far busier than most of his classmates and still found the time to text or send a message or picture. In the end, Midoriya wasn’t too hung up on it and the loss of a familial bond wasn’t as painful after making some new friends in college.

As he began his teaching career, he knew this was where he was meant to be. Sure, becoming a hero and saving people to defeat the villain was ideal, but he was training a ton of people to do that every day. It was a wonderful feeling.

Aizawa was always up his ass, telling him to be harsher on the students to weed out those who will take advantage of Midoriya’s kindness. Stupidity wasn’t a good enough reason for Midoriya to expel someone. His punishments often came later when their training rolled around.

Those who crossed him usually feared doing so again.

Midoriya also sent a lot of the students to Hound Dog. Students held emotional and mental baggage that Midoriya could help with, but sometimes big interventions were needed. Hound Dog had reached out to Midoriya on numerous occasions wanting to know how the students were doing. They built a pretty good bond as coworkers for the greater good of the students.

Raising the next generation of heroes was intimidating, but highly rewarding. It was a big responsibility, and these students needed to know how to cope with their own problems on top of the ethical and moral troubles they would be forced to acknowledge in their journey.

Occasionally, he’d have class sessions dedicated to students asking him questions about his short time as a hero. He talked a lot about those he saved, the villains he’d met and changed, and how he dealt with the realization that their hero-based society wasn’t black and white.

Villains and heroes came in shades of grey. The students enjoyed those days when they got to hear about their young teachers' experience as a hero. It was also nice to know their teacher understood exactly what they were going through. Despite the hell Midoriya and his class had gone through, Midoriya made it clear no problem they faced was any less worthy of praise or worry.

Each teacher's way of educating was different as UA gave them free reign of how classes were taught. In the end, the second-year teachers were impressed with the progress of their new students made. Aizawa’s teaching method worked just as much as Midoriya’s teaching method worked.

When Midoriya was given a list of his next group of students, the excitement was just as high as it was his first time around. If anything, Midoriya felt more confident in his teaching abilities.

After he had a reunion with the rest of his classmates, the reveal of his hero suit, and the offer to join Bakugo’s agency, class 1-A was back and better than ever. Yet Midoriya was left trying to incorporate hero work into his busy teaching schedule. Aizawa even offered tips on how to get things done which was appreciated.

Just as the group was coming back to Midoriya, Midoriya had to withdraw. He appreciated everything they did to get him the hero suit, but now that hero patrols were inserted into his schedule, nearly all his free time was ripped from his hands and thrown in the trash.

The roles switched and Bakugo was now leaving bento boxes in the fridge of the teacher’s lounge. Even worse, Bakugo kept showing up to Midoriya’s class. Many days Midoriya would kick him out, on others Midoriya would drag the blond into the lesson.

One calm day of classes, Midoriya chatted with his class that if word got out that Bakugo was helping students at UA, his hero rating may improve. The students plotted ever since to leak of video of him helping out.

It was a peaceful day and Midoriya wanted to give them a bit of a boost from the hellish training he’d given them the day before. He gave them twenty minutes to write a poem about their time at UA. Then they’d present their poems and if time was left over, they could ask him questions.

Halfway through presentations, a large group from class 1-A decided to come over for a surprise visit since it was one of the rare times they were off on the same day. Many were eager to see Midoriya in his element, unaware that today was supposed to be a recovery day for the students.

Loud cheering came out of nowhere, causing Uraraka and Tsuyu to jump. Kaminari and Kirishima paused where they were and shared a confused look. Bakugo was unimpressed and far from surprised. Todoroki on the other hand was already reaching for the door, but his hand was quickly stopped by Mina and Sero.

“Wait a second, let’s crack the door first to see if we are interrupting something important,” whispered Sero, scooching to the entrance of the door.

Many of the heroes huddled around as Mina slowly pulled open the door. No one in the classroom seemed to have been paying attention because the cheering continued.

Midoriya was standing front and center in a nice suit with his hair pinned back in All Might themed hair clips. He was clasping his hands together with his eyes closed. “Ubukata… do not make me regret this.”

The class erupted into laughter again. Everyone standing by the door looked at Midoriya, growing more confused and entertained by what could be happening. Nonetheless, it was clear the class adored Midoriya with the way every teen was eagerly waiting for something to happen.

“I’m on a whole ‘nother level. Girl he only fucked you over cause you let him,” read Ubukata with way too much confidence.

The room remained eerily silent, Midoriya staring long and hard at the class clown. Everyone in that room was adorable and beyond charming even if some were more antisocial or aggressive than others.

“What… the hell… are you talking about right now? Maybe I should quit,” responded Midoriya slowly, beginning to scare those in the classroom. No one dared to say a word and Ubukata looked about ready to pass out or puke. Suddenly Midoriya rolled his eyes. “If you were going to just use song lyrics as your poem you could have just made it longer to win the prize.”

“No!” shouted Ubukata in defeat, falling to his knees.

All tension in the room vanished as small conversations picked up again. Midoriya looked at his list, smiling at what he saw. “On a more serious note, remember that you all are here to become heroes. If you have any criticism of how I teach my class or have any concerns about your place here, let me know. I’m sure many of you are excluding a lot of important opinions because these are being presented in front of your friends. Now, who wants to go next?”

Mina slowly closed the door again, her dropped jaw motionless as she turned around to see she wasn’t the only one completely flabbergasted at what she’d just seen.

The group shuffled down the hall a bit before Kaminari broke the silence with a whine. “Why couldn't Midoriya be our teacher?”

Smiling softly at the closed door, Todoroki sighed, “I’m just happy to see he wasn’t lying when he told us he enjoys working here as a teacher.”

Nodding slowly, coming out of his shocked daze, Kirishima agreed, “For sure. Those kids are obsessed with him! Even Kota looked mortified when Midoriya said he should quit.”

Uraraka let out some stiffled laughter, shaking her head to herself. “I’m more shocked he’s openly cursing and joking around with them. You’d think he’d want to establish authority with his class to set a good example.”

“I don’t see the harm in it. Our time at UA High wasn’t cupcakes and rainbows. I’m sure that hasn’t changed,” disagreed Bakugo, not appreciating how Uraraka was poking fun at Midoriya’s teaching style even if it wasn’t that serious.

Tsuyu, reading the room with ease, diffused Bakugo’s anger and critiqued Uraraka’s attitude. “It’s nice to see Midoriya while he’s teaching. We have no context of what is going on in that room currently or why Midoriya decided to have this activity. I’m sure he’s a great teacher and he’s passionate about his job and the students.”

Mina picked up on what Tsuyu was trying to do. “For sure! It’s always nice to have a break from the hustle and bustle of life.”

“Never say that again,” remarked Sero, wearing a wide grin.

“Whatever,” huffed Mina, looking away towards the door.

Bakugo, reflected on his recent conversations with Midoriya. “I know Izuku planned a quirk exertion test for the brats so he’s probably giving them a day to recover.”

Appreciating some context, Kirishima shivered dramatically. “Quirk exertion test with Midoriya as the teacher. I’m surprised any of them are still alive.”

Feeling a bit sheepish about her poor attempt of conversating, Uraraka pitched in, “Maybe having him as the teacher is for the best. He is great at analyzing quirks and their drawbacks. Out of all the teachers in the school a test like that would be executed safest by Deku.”

As they all rambled about what they’d seen, Midoriya being a teacher, and how Ubukata scarily reminds them of Kaminari, the bell rang. They all perked up, ready to show themselves to Midoriya. Bakugo took the lead, throwing open the door while the students were still packing up.

“Kacchan,” greeted Midoriya with a softness in his voice that the students weren’t surprised by.

Many greeted Bakugo with a knowing smile or disgusted look before heading out to leave. Only the group stopped when seven other pro heroes walked in like it was nothing. As the group of students started to squeal and gawk at the group, Midoriya seemed unphased despite their presence being a complete surprise.

“Hey guys, what brings you here?” asked Midoriya calmly, walking over to stand next to Bakugo.

“Wanted to visit you man! We all had a random day off and decided to come together,” admitted Kirishima with an energy Midoriya knew he’d always enjoy.

“Freeze,” announced Midoriya loudly, pulling out his phone, sending a quick text, and returning his focus back on the group. “I need to go for five minutes. Since you didn’t give me a heads up, my students can stay back and ask you questions. I’ll be quick, promise!”

Midoriya left the room, leaving the pro heroes stranded with the students of their close friend. All seemed well, the group moved to the front of the room as the students put their bags down to get their questions in.

Hands flew into the air. Mina took the honor of picking the first student to ask a question. After a quick whisper was exchanged with Bakugo, she pointed and called out. “Terumoto!”

The boy whose face was covered in scars was surprised he was called on. Lowering his hand, he knew exactly what he wanted to ask. “I swear we are all being lied to so… is Dynamight and Midoriya sensei dating?”

“Are they what?” screeched the group of pro heroes. Bakugo looked more annoyed than anything else.

Meanwhile, Midoriya was snickering as he lit his cigarette on the roof of the building. “Suckers.”

Defending His Honor

Izuku was never one to be poetic. He was rather straight to the point and people often found the way he described or explained things as childish. Not that it necessarily was a bad thing, but he wasn’t known for methodical speeches.

Even when comforting someone or trying to solve a problem, he was blunt. There was no room for misunderstandings or disconnect. Izuku had a goal and if it involved helping people, he’d be direct.

Something changed when he and Katsuki started dating. Izuku found himself sitting around with his head in his hands mumbling the most tooth-rotting sayings. Maybe someone would find his thoughts childish, but oftentimes Izuku could make himself cry.

With every day that passed, the more grateful Izuku felt that Katsuki had chosen him. It was a genuine dream come true and Izuku wouldn’t have it any other way.

Still, Katsuki was Katsuki. He was brash, aggressive where it counted, and he could be pretty mean when the right buttons were pushed. Izuku loved it all much to the disgust of his classmates.

Izuku had been happily chatting with Todoroki and Iida when Kirishima bursted through the door. The entire class whipped their heads around to focus on the red head who seemed a bit too frantic for a school day.

“Guys! Bakugo is fighting an upperclassman!” shouted Kirishima, already spinning on his heel to run off again.

The warm smile that Izuku had been wearing was long gone. As his heart sank further and further, his legs carried him faster.

Izuku could hear the commotion and sucked in a sharp breath when he saw Katsuki and some random older guy brawling in the hallway. Much to no one's surprise Katsuki was winning.

After fighting in a war and playing a major role in defeating the most notorious villain, a simple school fight was as easy as breathing. Still, Izuku didn’t want Katsuki straining his heart more than absolutely necessary.

“Kacchan!”

The crowd went silent and the explosion in Katsuki hand quickly vanished. It seemed that the boy Katsuki had been beating up truly deserved it. No matter what the douchebag did, Izuku would rather have Katsuki by his side during the schoolday instead of risking Katsuki getting caught texting during house arrest.

“Yeah, get your crazy fucking dog just like always,” scoffed the bully. He was taller than Katsuki, but his body was nowhere near as big as Katsuki’s. He was bleeding and still hadn’t learned his lesson.

Izuku raised a brow, stepping closer to the scene. “Dog? That rich coming from a mutt.”

A couple of gasped and faint cheers came from the busy halls. Whenever class 1-A would send a jab at Katsuki, Izuku never felt the need to defend his boyfriend. It was clearly all in good fun.

This loser was not doing any of this in good fun.

“Excuse me? How are you doing to side with the bad shit lunatic? He nearly killed me!” screeched the boy, rising to his feet sluggishly.

Watching his upperclassman slowly rise from the ground was rather awkward, but he felt no remorse for not helping. “Well it seems like to me that you instigated a fight.”

The douchebag let out a breathless, baffled scoff. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” snapped Izuku quickly, letting his gaze harden as he crossed his arms. He could feel Katsuki’s piercing red eyes on him.

In all honesty, Izuku was shocked that Katsuki hadn’t spoken up yet. It wasn’t in his nature to let others fight his battles for him. Izuku couldn’t help but feel lightheaded defending his lover's honor.

“Of course a freak like you would enable another freak. Fine, let him go insane, he’ll dig his own grave then,” spat the student, clearly making a dig at Katsuki’s dying during the war. The jab was way too soon to be made in poor taste.

Izuku wanted to be ruthless. Sure his upperclassmen went low, but Izuku easily could go lower. Still, he wanted to take the high route. It wasn’t to protect himself or seem noble, but he wanted Katsuki to hear just how little Izuku cared about his attitude.

Izuku could feel his skin crawl at the memory of Katsuki dead on the battlefield, his lifeless body covered in blood. It hadn’t been a nightmare nor something Izuku could run away from.

There was no time to hold Katsuki’s body to take a moment to cry. He was fighting in a war  and that battle stopped for no one.

How dare some nobody upperclassman say Katsuki’s brashness was going to kill him when it already happened? How dare a future hero say something so cruel and inhumane. How dare someone who clearly should know better call the two people who saved the world “freaks”.

Izuku was quick to passionately shout, “I do not care for his sanity. I care for his happiness. I care for his soul.”

The hallway was silent, Izuku couldn’t help but cry. He was beyond happy that Katsuki was still alive. He struggled everyday to realize that Katsuki truly wanted him. He was so lucky and he would never let anyone attack Katsuki.

“Maybe you’ve never experienced hardships before or pushed past your own mindset to appreciate those around you, but I do. I question how someone as blind as you can be in a hero school,” hissed Izuku, feeling anger come to the front again.

Katsuki grinned, propping his arm on Izuku’s shoulder. “Yeah, there should be a rule against whiny bitches.”

Izuku lightly snacked Katsuki in the gut. “Way to kill the mood Kacchan.”

Aizawa came rushing down the hallway. It appears word traveled quickly that there had been a fight. All it took was for Aizawa to see tears in Midoriya’s eyes to shout.

“You, my office, now!”

Izuku smirked as the upperclassman had to rise to his feet and follow after a pissed off teacher. If the bully knew anything about UA, he knew Aizawa was not someone to mess with.

As the crowd quickly diffused from a lack of conflict, Izuku and Katsuki were left alone. Izuku sighed, his heart still pounding in his chest painfully hard.

“Izuku.”

“Hmm?”

Soft lips quickly pressed together. Izuku smiled at the welcomed sensation. Katsuki smirked as he pulled back from the kiss.

Without any words being used, Izuku knew Katsuki was charmed by Izuku’s loud confession. Izuku’s wobbly smile spread across his lips and he focused his gaze on the floor.

“I meant all of it,” confirmed Izuku.

“I know you did. Now never say anything like that in front of people again. I should be the only person that gets to hear those words,” grumbled Bakugo, slowly adjusting his bookbag over his shoulder.

“Okay.”

“Damn, these bitches gay,” yawned Jiro, giving away her position.

Uraraka smirked, enjoying the mortified expression on both Izuku and Katsuki. “I guess we shouldn’t have stuck around to check up on our friends.”

“Die!” yelled Katsuki, sensing off a warning explosion. Izuku watched fondly, ignoring the nagging in the back of his mind. Maybe my boyfriend is insane.

(Y'all I absolutely love Queen Charlotte I just had to write a story based off of a single quote)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

BIRTHDAY SUIT | Bakugo Katsuki

synopsis: Bakugo never made a big deal about birthdays—just another day in his book. But you're not letting this one slide. As his partner, you know better than anyone that under that explosive exterior lies a man who deserves to be worshipped. And tonight, that’s exactly what you plan to do. Dressed in nothing but a gift-wrapped surprise, you give him a present no one else ever could—you.

content: smut, shameless smut, established relationship, lingerie sex, birthday sex, reader takes the reins, blowjob, sloppy, cowgirl , orgasm,

Bakugo never cared about birthdays. For once, he'd let you celebrate him.

No grumbles, no sarcastic muttering under his breath about “dumb-ass traditions” or “waste of time.” No disappearing off to train. No flinching when his friends shouted “Happy Birthday, Katsuki!”

He actually stayed. Enjoyed it.

The apartment had been buzzing earlier with close friends, laughter, drinks, and too many snacks. But now, it was just you and him. The glow of warm lights filled the room, soft music playing low from the speaker. The scent of buttercream and spiced candles lingered in the air.

“Sit,” you said, nudging him down onto the couch.

He dropped onto it with a tired, satisfied huff, one arm slung over the backrest as he watched you crouch beside the small stack of gifts left on the coffee table.

“Ya didn’t have to do all this, y’know,” he muttered. “Just havin’ you around is—”

“Shut up,” you smirked, passing him the first box. “You can get sappy after we’re done with presents.”

He rolled his eyes, but the blush on his ears gave him away.

One by one, he opened them. A couple of gag gifts from Kaminari, a surprisingly thoughtful book from Todoroki, custom gloves from Kirishima. A shirt from you he’d side-eyed in a store window a few weeks ago but pretended not to like. He’d mumbled, “Not bad,” when he saw it then—but the way he smiled when he saw it again tonight? That soft, flickering look in his eyes?

Yeah. He remembered.

But the last gift made him still.

He turned the box in his hand like he didn’t quite recognize it, even though you knew he did. You watched his fingers move slower—more careful. He lifted the lid and saw it:

A first edition, limited-run All Might training journal.

Something he’d mentioned in passing once during a midnight walk months ago. Something he said he always wanted but could never find.

He stared at it in silence, thumb brushing over the embossed edges.

“…You remembered that?” he asked, voice suddenly quieter. His eyes lifted to yours.

You smiled gently. “Of course I did.”

Bakugo swallowed hard, cheeks pinking up in a way that had your heart blooming in your chest. “You’re insane,” he muttered. “You know that?”

You kissed the corner of his mouth. “A little.”

He blinked hard, then cleared his throat.

“Alright, alright—cake. Let’s get this over with before I start feelin’ like a damn Hallmark card.”

You brought over the cake, candles already lit, your face glowing in the soft flicker as you sang the most off-key, dramatic “Happy Birthday” you could manage. He groaned, but he didn’t stop you.

He blew out the candles.

You sliced two pieces, handed him a fork… then stole it right back.

“Say ah.”

He narrowed his eyes. “You really gonna hand feed me right now?”

“wedding reenact,” you said, lifting a bite to his mouth.

He opened it, still scowling—but barely—as you fed him a chunk of cake. He chewed, crimson eyes on you the whole time.

“Good?” you asked.

He gave a slow, appreciative nod. “Yeah. sweet.”

"that so..."

You leaned in, swiped a little frosting from the corner of his mouth with your thumb. His lips looked so soft, gilding your frosted coated thumb onto them, then kissed it off his lips, pressing your own into the softness of his. It started soft.

But when your lips brushed his again—slow, warm, and just a little longer—his hands naturally found your waist, pulling you closer until you were nearly in his lap. He kissed back, gentle but hungry, lips parting to taste more of you.

You murmured between kisses, breath hot against his mouth: “Birthday kiss.”

He blinked slowly, his lips still parted from the kiss, eyes dazed and focused only on you. His hands stayed warm on your waist, thumbs stroking slow, thoughtless circles into your skin through the thin fabric. His gaze trailed over your face—your lips, your flushed cheeks, your eyes so full of mischief and adoration.

“You’re everything,” he murmured, almost like it slipped out without permission.

You kissed the tip of his nose, giggling softly. “Thank you.”

And then?

His grip tightened. Just slightly. And he pulled you into his lap.'

“You keep lookin’ at me like that,” he muttered, voice thick and low, “I’m gonna forget we were takin’ things slow tonight.”

You leaned in, straddling him without hesitation, your thighs hugging his hips as you settled against him. His body welcomed you instantly, his hands sliding up your sides, fingertips dragging the fabric of your top slightly—like he wanted less of it between you.

“I was never planning to go slow,” you whispered, brushing your lips just barely against his jaw. “Not tonight.”

His breath caught—sharp, audible. You felt it in his chest, the way it stuttered under your palms. His reaction was subtle, but every part of him twitched with anticipation: his hands, his legs beneath you, the slight lift of his hips like he was already imagining how this night would end.

“Got one more present for you,” you murmured into his ear. “The real one.”

Bakugo’s brows lifted, suspicious. “Thought that damn journal was the real one.”

You grinned, climbing off his lap for just a moment—enough to walk toward the bedroom with that sway you knew drove him wild.

He watched, chin propped on his hand, eyes darkening the second your fingers dipped beneath the hem of your top as you disappeared down the hall.

“Oi,” he called. “What kinda present needs you to change for it?”

You didn’t answer.

But when you reappeared in the doorway—lingerie clinging to your curves like a second skin, chosen with him in mind—Bakugo sat up so fast he nearly knocked the fork off the coffee table.

Your name left his mouth like a groan.

“Holy shit…”

You were wrapped in delicate black lace, the kind of thing he never thought he’d see outside a magazine, and even then—never on you. Never just for him.

His mind blanked.

No words, no witty comeback. Just the shape of you silhouetted in the soft golden light. The way the sheer material clung to your curves, catching every dip and swell like it had been tailored with him in mind. The way your thighs moved when you walked, slow and sure, like you knew what that sight alone was doing to him.

His mouth had gone dry.

And still, he sat there—frozen on the couch, like his body had been rooted to the spot. Only his eyes moved, dragging over you with almost painful reverence.

Your presence wasn't just seen. It was felt. In the sudden hush of the room. In the way the air itself seemed to shift as you crossed it. There was a softness to it—like watching a flame flicker behind glass. Dangerous, but so goddamn beautiful.

Something in his chest ached.

It didn’t matter how many times he saw you like this—wanting him like this. That wide-eyed, breath-stolen reaction always snuck up on him.

His gaze caught on your collarbones, then drifted lower—hesitating on the swell of your breasts barely veiled by lace, down the soft line of your stomach, until it settled between your legs, where the thin strip of fabric left far too little to the imagination.

The sight knocked the wind out of him.

One of his hands, resting uselessly on his thigh, curled into a fist. The other—he didn’t even realize—had wiped itself discreetly on his jeans, sweat clinging to his palm.

Not from nerves. No. Never that.

Except maybe this time, it was.

Because you were walking toward him now, hips rolling, eyes locked onto his, and he could feel his body respond before his brain had even caught up. His mouth parted. Breath shallowed.

God, the way you moved. Like you were pouring yourself into every step. Like you weren’t just walking to him—you were offering yourself.

It made his pulse stutter.

And when you climbed back into his lap, warm skin settling over the growing heat in his jeans, he couldn’t think. All he could do was feel. Your nails dragging against the nape of his neck in ghost trails feather-light, his body withered under the touch. Your perfume mingling with his senses what scent was that? and why cant he stop sniffing you.

"You smell really good baby...really good" his nose ghosted your neck, hips pulling you closer. Your thighs oh so soft to him, bracket him so warmly.

He didn’t speak. Couldn’t.

He just looked.

Admiration wasn’t something Bakugo handed out easily—not to friends, not to strangers, and definitely not out loud.

But he was looking at you now like you were everything. Like you were a dream made real. Like he didn’t know whether to kiss you, worship you, or fall to his knees for you.

He couldn’t stop drinking you in.

How had he gotten this lucky?

You kissed him again. Slowly, reverently. The kind of kiss that curled toes and short-circuited nerves. You would use a hand to pull him by the shirt, and when you pulled back just enough to murmur, “Happy birthday, Katsuki,” his lashes fluttered low, heat gathering in his face as he let the words sink in.

His breath hitched when your hands found his chest.

Just fingertips at first, dragging over the fabric of his shirt like you were memorizing him all over again. You didn’t rush—just let your palms glide across solid muscle, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath as your thumbs brushed the edge of his ribs.

He was already warm under your touch. And you hadn’t even done anything yet.

Leaning in, you pressed a kiss just beneath his jaw.

Then another—lower, slower. Your lips parted against his throat, leaving open-mouthed kisses in a trail that dipped down the curve of his neck. His skin twitched under each one, the breath in his lungs turning shallow, rough.

“Knew you’d do something like this,” he murmured, but the strain in his voice made it sound more like a confession than a tease.

You didn’t answer. Just smiled against his skin, your teeth grazing lightly before you sucked. Gently—just enough to make him feel it. And then again, lower. His hands tensed at your waist.

You tilted your head to kiss along the other side of his neck, scattering another series of soft hickies—like you were branding him in lace and affection.

A groan vibrated in his chest.

Your fingers slipped to the hem of his shirt. He didn’t resist. Didn’t even move.

He just watched you. Quiet. Obedient in a way only you got to see.

You peeled his shirt up, inch by inch, revealing the planes of his stomach—warm, lightly flushed, his abs tightening beneath your gaze. You kissed his chest slowly as you exposed it, lips brushing across firm muscle, leaving kisses that lingered just a little too long.

You didn’t break eye contact.

Not once.

Even as you sank further down, mouth worshipping the path beneath his sternum. Even as your nails lightly scratched up his sides, drawing out a low hiss from between his clenched teeth.

His body was buzzing now—caught between restraint and surrender.

And it was beautiful to watch him come undone like this. Strong and scarred and still, somehow, soft for you.

His head tipped back slightly, jaw clenched, one hand gripping your hip while the other fisted into the couch cushion. His thighs flexed beneath you.

“Fuck,” he muttered, the word half breath, half plea.

You hummed softly, letting your lips hover just above his waistband.

“You’re warm,” you whispered, voice sultry and low, like you were letting him in on a secret. “All over.”

And he was.

Buzzing. Flushed. Waiting.

With his chest bare, his breathing ragged, and his eyes glassy with anticipation—he looked up at you like you were the only thing that mattered.

Your lips hovered just above the waistband of his sweats, breath brushing against the faint trail of hair disappearing beneath the fabric.

The muscles in his abdomen tensed again.

And still—you didn’t touch him where he wanted you to. Not yet.

Instead, you lifted your gaze, locking eyes with him as your mouth curved in the faintest, knowing smirk. There was power in the way he was watching you. Tension in the way his thighs shifted restlessly beneath yours.

Every inch of him buzzed.

For you.

“Can I take these off?” you asked, voice honey-slow.

Bakugo grunted, half-dazed. “… yeah.”

He sounded so obedient watching every moment like a patient puppy. His beautiful crimson eyes shimmering under the soft glow of the room.

Your fingers dipped under the waistband and dragged it down slow. The fabric caught on the hardened outline of him, and he hissed through his teeth as you freed him from the restraint.

His cock sprang up, flushed and heavy, already leaking at the tip. His hips twitched upward involuntarily, like his body was pleading before his mouth could catch up.

You made a sound of appreciation in the back of your throat—soft, reverent—before leaning in to press another kiss, just above the base. Your tongue flicked out, tasting the warm skin there.

His whole body shuddered.

“Y-you're really gonna take your time with this, huh?” he muttered, voice rough, but low with awe.

You didn’t answer.

You just looked up again, lips parted, pupils blown, hands pressing to his thighs to steady him—before licking a slow, flat stripe from the base to the tip.

Bakugo cursed under his breath, his hand flying to the back of your head on instinct—but it never pushed, never forced. Just tangled in your hair, holding on for dear life.

Your mouth closed around him, warm and wet and unforgiving.

And he melted.

His head tipped back, jaw slack, a ragged moan slipping past his lips. You sucked him down slow—sloppy and deep—letting your tongue trace every sensitive vein, letting your spit drip down over your hand as you worked the base.

He was a mess.

Every time you hollowed your cheeks and sank lower, his thighs tensed. His breath hitched. His hips jerked upward before he caught himself, groaning through clenched teeth.

"Fuck... baby… you—goddamn."

You pulled back just enough to swirl your tongue around the head, then sank down again, deeper this time.

And he twitched in your mouth, body locking up as you moaned around him.

The sound went straight to his spine—he was pulsing now, barely holding on.

When you pulled off with a wet pop, spit connecting your lips to him in a string, you wiped your mouth slowly with the back of your hand, lips swollen, eyes hooded.

“Wanna ride you,” you whispered, climbing back up into his lap. “Can I?”

Bakugo was panting. Eyes glassy. Completely undone.

He swallowed hard, leaning into your chest to whisper "Please.”

You hovered over him, your hair framing your face so bewitchingly.

You lined him up with your entrance, already soaked and pulsing for him. And as you sank down, inch by inch, his eyes rolled back and his hands grabbed your hips like he needed something to anchor him to this earth.

You moaned low as he stretched you open.

“Shit—so full,” you breathed, resting your palms on his chest.

“Look at me,” he rasped, voice trembling. “Wanna see your face.”

You did. And when your eyes met his—when he saw the way you looked at him, like he was the only one you ever wanted—his whole expression softened.

His hands caressed up your waist, slow, reverent.

“You’re fuckin’ perfect,” he whispered, voice shaking.

You didn’t move right away.

Not really.

Instead, you hovered just above him, your entrance brushing the slick, sensitive head of his cock—barely letting him in, just enough to tease. Just enough to let him feel the heat of you. Your thighs flexed slightly, hips rolling in slow, agonizing circles that dragged your soaked folds over the tip again and again.

A soft, wet sound filled the space between you. Your juices clung to him, thick and sticky, smearing across his shaft with every grind.

“Fuck,” he groaned, head thunking back against the couch. “You’re—fuckin’ killin’ me.”

You smirked, gaze flicking up to watch him.

And god… the way he looked right now? His chest rising with every ragged breath, his lip bitten raw, his knuckles white where he clutched your hips. Every muscle in his thighs was trembling beneath you. Twitching with the restraint it took not to thrust up and bury himself in you.

You leaned forward, your chest brushing his while your hips stayed in motion—rocking slowly, teasing him with slick, hot friction.

“I thought this was your birthday,” you purred into his ear. “Shouldn’t I be giving you what you want?”

Bakugo grit his teeth, his jaw tight with tension.

“I do want this,” he growled. “You drivin’ me fuckin’ insane like this—teasin’ me—makin’ me feel like I’m gonna explode just from the tip—shit…”

You giggled, soft and wicked, and sat back just enough for him to watch.

One of your hands reached between you, guiding him so the head rested right at your entrance again. You gave a few slow bounces—just the tip sliding in and out, each time making him curse louder.

“S-shit! Baby—fuck—fuck, just let me in—” His voice cracked, his fingers digging into your skin like he was about to lose it.

You finally pressed your hips down a little more, letting him sink in halfway.

His mouth fell open, a deep, guttural moan ripping out of him. His head snapped forward to look at where you were taking him in, flushed and wide-eyed.

And you just smiled at the desperation in his gaze.

“are you feeling good baby,” you whispered, dragging your nails lightly down his chest.

“God—yes—fuck yes,” he hissed, eyes fluttering as you dropped down another inch. “You feel so fuckin’ good, baby. You always do. Always…”

You leaned in again, letting your breasts press to his chest as you kissed the corner of his mouth.

“Then you better hold on,” you whispered, breath hot, “because I’m not gonna stop until you’re a mess for me.”

And with that, you finally sank down fully. All the way. His entire body jerked like he’d been electrocuted.

He let out a strangled sound—somewhere between a moan and a gasp—his head rolling back, hands gripping your ass like he was holding onto sanity itself.

You didn’t move for a moment.

Just stayed there, so full of him, clenching around him until he twitched helplessly inside you. And then—slowly, sinfully—you started to ride.

Your hips began to move again—slow, like honey melting in warm sun, like a wave building over time until it crashes. You circled them, let your walls flutter around him just to feel the way he shuddered beneath you. His eyes opened halfway, heavy-lidded and glazed, following every sensual sway of your body like it was the only thing in the world that mattered.

And to him—it was.

“Katsuki…” you whispered, your palms gliding up his abdomen. “You’re so deep.”

A sharp breath hissed between his teeth. He looked like he was trying to hold something back, but his hips bucked once—shallow, needy. You kept your pace measured, deliberate, grinding down into him with that same velvet friction that made his head roll back again.

“Shit,” he groaned, the sound low and desperate. His hands were clutching at your waist now, not to guide, but to ground himself. “You’re squeezin’ me so good—I can’t—baby, fuck—please.”

You leaned down slowly, dragging your lips across his collarbone. Then lower—pressing open-mouthed kisses to his chest, his stomach. As you moved, your body rolled into his, your rhythm never faltering, hips undulating in a steady, torturous rhythm.

Every time you sank down, he twitched inside you, groaning louder.

“I love the way you sound,” you whispered, licking the salt from his skin. “All desperate and sweet. My perfect birthday boy.”

He looked at you like he’d melt.

One of his hands slipped up your back, tangled into your hair, tugging lightly as you nuzzled his neck. You licked a stripe just beneath his ear, then suckled gently at his skin, your teeth dragging slightly—leaving soft, loving hickeys along his neck and collar.

And every one had him groaning, his cock jerking inside you.

“Gonna mark you up tonight,” you murmured. “So everyone knows who you belong to.”

“I already do,” he rasped, voice nearly broken, “fuckin’ been yours.”

You smiled into his skin and sat back again, palms braced against his chest as you began to bounce now—slow, deep, full bounces that had him clenching his jaw and moaning through his teeth. His abs flexed beneath your hands. His hands gripped your hips tighter.

Your name left his lips like a prayer.

Your hips found a rhythm—delicious, sticky, sinful—and the way he filled you, the way he responded to every little grind, made your legs start to tremble.

He felt it. His hands slid down to cup your ass again, helping support your movements as he watched you from beneath heavy lashes.

“Baby,” he breathed. “You’re—fuck—you’re gonna make me come—just like this?”

You leaned forward again, kissed him deep, then pulled back just enough to whisper:

“Yes. Inside. Don’t hold back. I want you to come just like this.”

He let out a wrecked moan, his hips finally thrusting up to meet yours, matching your rhythm.

Faster now.

Deeper.

You clung to his shoulders, your mouth falling open as the coil inside you tightened and tightened—

And then he gasped—head thrown back, mouth open, cock twitching violently inside you as he spilled, deep and thick and hot, fingers bruising your hips while he cursed your name like a confession.

You didn’t stop.

Not even then.

Still slow. Still steady. Still riding out every aftershock as he moaned beneath you, overstimulated and undone.

His eyes fluttered open, glassy and soft as they met yours. His hair stuck to his forehead. His chest heaved. His hands slid up your spine, arms curling around you as he held you close.

Your chest heaved against his, his heart pounding against your ribcage like a war drum. He was still buried deep, twitching, oversensitive—but you didn’t move. You just cradled his face, tilted it up so he had no choice but to look at you.

“Listen to you,” you whispered, voice sultry and sweet as sin. “Mouth full of curses… all because I couldn’t help creamin’ all over that fat cock.”

Bakugo groaned through clenched teeth, face flushed and jaw tight like he was holding onto the last thread of sanity.

“You heard it, didn’t you?” you murmured, grinding just enough to make him jolt, to let another wet, obscene squelch fill the space between you. “God, the noise we made—bet our neighbors think I was drowning in it.”

He groaned louder, head falling back against the couch.

You leaned down, kissed the corner of his mouth, slow and lingering, then whispered, “Soaked you, Katsuki. You feel how messy I made you? Look at your lap—look at what you did to me.”

He peeked down—eyes glassy—and let out another hoarse, broken curse when he saw the slick still glistening between your thighs, dripping slowly down both of you.

You rocked your hips again, so delicately, and he twitched inside you, helpless. His whole body shivered with a groan, his head collapsing on your shoulder "fuck enough"

You grinned. “You liked it when I sat there and shook my ass on it, didn’t you? Teasin’ you right on the tip ‘til you were cussin’ like you were about to lose your damn mind, yeah?” you grind.

“You’re—fuckin’ evil,” he gasped, fingers twitching against your waist.

You kissed his jawline this time, biting lightly just below his ear. His hands gripped you tighter again, like he was about to flip the script—but he was still spent, still weak from how you dropped your ass on him, He just held you there instead, breathing ragged, letting you purr filth against his skin.

“cant people just be friends” not as long as i’m here.

i love shipping everything i don’t believe in fandom wars everything is canon because i said so. “bkdk” hell yeah “izuocha” sick “togachako” fucking awesome “kamijiro” oh absolutely “momojiro” can we kiss??? “todomomo” i love you!! “tododeku” FIRE!!!!!!!!!

my hero academia in a nutshell

gulps i.. I SHIP BKDK AND IZUOCHA!!!!!!! *GUNSHOT* NOOOO NOOO!!!! SPARE ME SPARE ME!!!!!

WHY AM I JUST NOW NOTICING HOW SHORT MIDORIYA IS????

Romeo and Juliet :D

*hits you with a time travel quirk*

i love thinking about bakugo getting hit with a time travel quirk and his symbolic nightmares become a very tangible and chaotic new reality. sth sth learning how to move on as a better person without letting your past and shame control you, even if it's gonna follow you for the rest of your life in one way or another.

i don't think bakugo should atone repeatedly for his childhood sins, but i also don't really agree with the sentiment that their childhood wouldn't affect their adulthood. i think a lot of their little habits (the good and the bad) were formed during their childhood and as a result of their friendship and falling out, i think sometimes that catches them off-guard in their adulthood and leads to unexpected situations that require them to manage their emotions well so it doesn't end in unjust accusations and yeah.

we don't really talk about it

[Part 1] Puppy Quirk Roomate College/Hero Intern AU minicomic

it’s fine if it’s you

Guys I love them so much it’s stupid.

They are so canon

REMEMBER, THIS PANEL EXISTS

⋆˙⟡ Katsuki Bakugou x Chubby!Fem!Reader⟡⋆˙

Warnings; body insecurities, swearing.

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Katsuki Bakugou. One of- if not the strongest and most talented student in class 1A. He was extremely attractive, really smart, confident, effortlessly good at anything he put his mind to- did i mention he was hot as hell?

So why- WHY was he with you?

You were average looking. No. No no. You were sub-par when it came to looks.

You didn't have a toned and curvy body like the other girls in your class, your metabolism just didn't work that way.

You filled out your uniform in ways the other students in your class never had problems with. Your arms filled out your sleeves with their squishy mass, your stomach straining against your skirt with its pudge.

You weren't japan's standard of beautiful.

All of the japanese models and heroes on TV were skinny, gorgeous, muscular and lean- nothing like your soft and round body.

So why did Katsuki Bakugou agree to go out with you? Why did Bakugou kiss you in front of your classmates, all while shamelessly grabbing the curves of your filled in hips? Why did he chase off anyone who even looked at his girl wrong?

Why?

You didn't know, and it was eating you up inside. You didnt understand why Katsuki's gorgeous vermillion eyes were always focused on you.

That ate you up inside.

You always felt so bad, like you were both literally and metaphorically weighing Katsuki down with your body; feeling like every time the two of you were passed by in public, Katsuki was being judged. You knew he was, you could see the questioning looks that were thrown at him. After all, why was such a gorgeous guy walking around with someone so..beneath him?

These thoughts ate away at your selfesteem, seeing girls who were a lot prettier than you, walk up to your boyfriend and try to chat him up- because they didn't even see you as a threat to their chances with Katsuki..

..It hurt.

Jumping away from your self-pity-session, you sat up in bed, your eyes red and puffy from crying. You ran your fingers through your hair and looked down at your hands, each of your fingers having a slight give with the little bit of pudge on them.

You felt your eyes sting with tears all over again.

Katsuki would be so much better off without you.

You were holding him back.

He deserved so much better.

Guilt and shame ate you up from the inside out, a quiet sob leaving you. You had been mulling over the thought of breaking up with your boyfriend for some time now, and now..? You were sure it was time. There was no sense in holding Katsuki back anymore..he was owed more than you could give him, you told yourself.

You slowly dragged your teary, red eyes over to your nightstand, where your phone was plugged in. Your bottom lip trembled and you let out another pitiful sob as you grabbed your phone, unlocking it with shaky hands and tapping on the messages app, then Katsuki's contact; KitKat💥.

You smiled a little through your gut-wrenching tears, your hands trembling as you recalled his reaction to the contact name;

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"Oi, dumbass, the hell are you doing?" Katsuki asked from his spot on your bed, his thighs parted and taking up as much space as the arrogant teen pleased. You paced around your room with furrowed brows, looking around curiously "I cant find my phone." You replied.

Katsuki sighed and grumbled, rolling his eyes at your habit of losing your phone, wallet, keys- really anything that you were supposed to hang onto. "let me call it." he mumbled, trying to ignore the soft smile that pulled at your lips, and the small flutter in his heart.

After he pressed the call button on your contact, the two of you heard 'your song.' (tears over beers) begin to play from your phone. Katsuki reached down between the wall and your bed, and after a bit of a struggle, pulled out your phone.

You gasped and smiled "Awesome! you found it!” You chirped as you walked over, however, you paused at the sight of Katsuki’s confused expression. “Something wrong, Kat?”

Katsuki gives a funny look to your screen, before holding up your phone, his contact name on full display. “KitKat?” He questioned with a raised brow.

You gasped and flushed a bright red as you eyed your phone “Ah! I’m sorry!” You exclaimed as you covered your face, your words getting muffled mid through your sentence “I-I’ll change it- I-if you want me to..”

Katsuki looked at the contact name, his heart softening in his chest, the same happening to his expression. He scoffed and declined the call before handing the phone back to you “whatever, you don’t need to change it. It’s just a stupid name.”

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That memory played over in your mind, remembering how your gruff boyfriend brushed it off.

Oh right..

He wouldn’t be your boyfriend for much longer.

Your smile dipped off of your face as you sighed, repeating in your head ‘It’s for the best’ like a mantra.

Shakily, you hovered your thumbs over the keyboard. How were you going to word this?

‘Hey, Bakugou-‘

No no no, too formal.

‘Hi Katsuki, I really needed to-‘

No, not that either. Too basic.

You tried over and over to write out a proper break up message. Your eyes stung with tears, your bottom lip trembled as you sniffled and tried to compose yourself.

You almost jumped out of your skin when a message popped up on your screen.

KitKat💥

What the hell are you doing up this late? 2:08

You froze. The better question was, what was HE doing awake at this hour!? Katsuki almost always went to bed no later than 8:30, so what the hell was he doing awake?

You sent back a quick;

Y/n🤍

Nothing much! I just wanted to tell you that I loved you!! Read 2:09

The three dots popped up, before disappearing, before reappearing, and then a message popped up.

KitKat💥

Rough night? 2:09

Yeah. That was definitely one way to put it.

You covered your mouth with your hand and felt your bottom lip quiver under it. You sent a simple, ‘Yes’, and then the three dots popped up again.

KitKat💥

I’m coming over. 2:10

And that’s exactly how you got here, with you crying in Katsuki’s arms, his hand slowly running over your back, his chin resting on top of your head. “You don’t need to worry about any of those shitty insecurities.” he mumbled quietly, gingerly stroking your hair. He’d listened to you bawl your eyes out about everything that had been weighing on your heart.

Katsuki sighed and closed his eyes. “I don’t want anyone but you..dumbass,” he murmured, his voice soft and- surprisingly gentle. “You’re strong and smart. I wouldn’t waste my time on someone who wasn’t.”

His words made you smile softly. In his own way, Katsuki did care- more than anyone.

“And if anyone has a problem with your sexy body, they can suck it up. You’re beautiful..dumbass..” Katsuki slowly rubbed his hand up and down the curves and swells of your stomach and sides. His eyes were surprisingly tender as he gazed at you.

You looked up at him and smiled, with small tears in your eyes.

“I..I love you so much, Kat” you managed to get out between soft sniffles and little whimpers.

Katsuki laid under the blanket with you, slowly running his hand over your stomach still. “I love you too..don’t ever get that twisted..nerd..”

Katsuki was silently thanking whatever kept him awake. He wouldn’t’ve known what to do with himself if he lost you.

And that, was a fact.

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Izuku x Chubby!Fem!Reader

Hello! I hope you liked this one! I’m not used to writing for Katsuki very often, so I don’t know if I got his personality right. I think I might’ve made him too soft…idk!

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⋆.˚✮ Valentine’s Day story 5/14 ✮˚.⋆

Warnings; swearing (it’s Bakugou, obv), 3A Bakugou, post war, angst, pessimism, friends with benefits relationship, sexual mentions/actions.

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Minors DNI

Enjoy pookies ✧˖°.

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Nsfw under the cut!

The sound of the bed under you filled your senses, the lewd slapping sound of skin on skin making your stomach churn. You arched your back as your classmate, Katsuki Bakugou, relentlessly slammed into your body, over and over and over.

His grunts mixed with your whiny moans, your nails digging into his shoulders and your legs pressed wide open for the blonde. “Fuck- Bakugou- oh god I’m so close-“ you threw your head back as a moan of pure ecstasy shot through the air of his old childhood bedroom.

“Me too, just hold on” he growled through gritted teeth, a low groan slipping passed his lips as his body lurched against yours.

Lust was a dangerous emotion, if you could even call it that.

However, the consequences of it seemed less scary than love, or at least that’s what you always told yourself.

Ever since middle school- hell, ever since you were little, you’d been told not to wear revealing clothes, not to spread your legs when sitting, not to let a boy too close, because all he wanted to do was get into your pants.

That was then though, back before you’d let yourself go. Back before you encountered an entire fucking war.

Stress, anger, frustration, anxiety, fear, depression. All of these emotions ran high through the one and only class A, a lot of the members suffering PTSD or varying other disorders thanks to the gruesome experiences that they endured thanks to the Paranormal Liberation Front.

That was no different for yourself.

You’d always been a bit of a train wreck anyway, so the emotions weren’t exactly new to you, but sometimes you just felt everything at once, and felt nothing at all.

“Bakugou! Bakugou!” You cried out, your legs trembling violently as you came for the third time, Bakugous teeth sinking into your neck and leaving dark purple-ish red marks that would no doubt be there the next day.

“Shut up” he growled against your skin, dragging his tongue over the bite mark he left you “you love this, and you know it, whore” and he wasn’t wrong.

Some sick part of you loved the pain from the biting, from his harsh words. It was Bakugou, you were used to it, it was grounding. The pain made you realize you were alive, mixing with that pleasure and creating a very addictive mixture.

Those negative emotions that usually got so pent up, that, not even sparring with someone built for endurance and to take a beating like Kirishima, could quell them away. That was scary for several reasons.

Having heavy emotions weighing on your heart like that was dangerous, after all, weren’t villains forged from broken people? Didn’t pain break people?

So having the physical pain to snap you out of the cloud of emotions and trauma was..reliving, and you knew Bakugou felt the same. He always encouraged biting, or scratching during sex. Was it masochistic? Probably. Did either of you care? Not really.

You two never took it too far though, and you both had a clear understanding of your limits when you set up your arrangement in the first place.

“Fuck-“ Bakugou panted heavily, looking down at the mess of you he’d made in his sheets. You both were sweaty, dark marks lining your neck and his shoulders. Your eyes were half lidded and watery, your jaw slack as you tried to catch your breath “that..was amazing..” you muttered breathlessly. Bakugou huffed and rolled his eyes “I know, moron.”

Ah right. Your arrangement.

You and Bakugou had established a mutual, physical relationship, one to ‘relieve stress.’ It was Bakugou who actually suggested it originally. He’d been extra angry, and not even Kirishima could get him to open up. Not that there was anything to talk about anyway. He was dealing with the aftermath of the war like everyone else, his method just affected other people in its execution.

You agreed, but for all the wrong reasons.

You needed the stress relief, sure, but there were deeper reasons, reasons that killed you.

The blonde had a softened a part of your cold heart you never figured could be softened, especially not by someone as prickly as him. But it was those rare moments of quiet with him, how considerate he was, how strong and devoted he was, how he’d grown and changed over the years.

You were in love with someone, who saw you as nothing more than a physical relief for himself.

Of course you knew there was more to it than that, but you dumbed it down to that extent to try and use it as snuff for the ember of love in your heart.

Love.

What a scary thought.

You sighed as the hot water of Bakugou’s fancy shower slowly slid down your body, his presence behind you, silently rubbing your skin clean with a washcloth. His hands were gently and firm. Callouses and a few scars littered his hands and arms, not looking horribly different from your tattered body.

You angled your head back as Bakugou carefully kneaded your shoulders, rubbing out the knots he’d put in place with his rough treatment of you, making sure not you touch any of the bite marks or hickeys he’d left on your skin.

It always felt amazing to have Bakugous hands on your skin, and his motions of gently kneading your tender breasts was incredibly soothing. You leaned back against him and let out a soft sigh, your eyes closing as he gently palmed your chest, being careful and tender with your body.

Despite what you thought about Bakugou, the truth was actually pretty different. Sure, Bakugou was hotheaded and incredibly brash, often raising his voice to anyone who pissed him off, no matter the status or position, you knew that. But you also knew a different side of him, the other part that was more soft, that he rarely ever showed, but sometimes you caught glimpses of.

The side that made you breakfast when you two had a long night, the side that cleaned your sore body in the shower, no words being shared between you. There didn’t need to be.

You got to see the side of him no one else did, but you were caught up in your delusional state of denial, partially because Bakugou had said he wanted no feelings attached to this arrangement, so why would he go back on that?

Your body slowly melted into the sheets as he placed you down on his bed, the pillows and blankets feeling amazing against your body. You didn’t even open your eyes as you felt Bakugou get into bed with you, pressing his chest against your back and closing any distance between you with his warm form.

A sigh escaped you and you closed your eyes, allowing him to spoon you from behind.

While you were wishing he loved you, he was wishing you saw how he expressed his love for you.

Two souls scared to be hurt.

It was unoriginal and the both of you knew it.

You were both too scared to be hurt again, and yet even as you laid in each others’ arms, you were both still in pain.

Ironic.

Blame it on the lust, blame it on the trauma, whatever floats your boat. But one thing is for sure.

The two of you were in way over your heads when it came to this love thing, and in even deeper with your ‘friend with benefits’ that neither of you were satisfied with.

Just..

Complacent.

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Hello !! Sorry about the angsty piece, I was feeling the groove of the hopeless romantics and pessimism. I’m sorry if it feels a little off, I don’t think I’ve written for Bakugou ever, but I think I’ll read some fics and make a part two to this. Goodnight loves, drink some water and get some sleep.

~ Lex

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⋆ Sleep over. Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader. ⚝ 🌸💋

⋆ Yandere!Reader x Izuku Midoriya ⚝ ♡Headcanon/thinking abt.♡ 🌺💋

⋆ Late night hangout. Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Stoner!Reader. ⚝ ♡18+♡ 🌸❤️‍🔥

⋆ Rich!Reader x Izuku Midoriya ⚝ ♡Headcanon/thinking abt.♡ 🌸

⋆ Fem!Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader ⚝ 🌸

⋆ Virgin!Izuku x Fem!Reader ⚝ ♡Headcanon/thinking abt.♡18+♡ 🌸❤️‍🔥

⋆ Laughing. Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader ⚝ ♡Valentines Prompt♡ 🌸

⋆ Izuku Midoriya x Biting Love language!Reader ⚝ ♡Ask♡ 🌸

⋆ Teacher!Izuku Midoriya x Pro Hero!Fem!Reader ⚝ ♡Ask♡18+♡ ❤️‍🔥🌸

⋆ Falling. Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader ⚝ ♡Valentines Prompt♡ 🌸

⋆ Breathless. Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader ⚝ ♡Valentines Prompt♡ 🌸

⋆ Bunny!Izuku Midoriya x Reader ⚝ ♡Headcanon/thinking abt.♡18+♡ 🌸❤️‍🔥

⋆ Aldrea!Izuku Midoriya x Foreigner!Fem!Reader ⚝ ♡Ask♡ 🌸

⋆ Pro hero!Izuku Midoriya x Brat!Fem!Reader ⚝ ♡Ask♡ ❤️‍🔥

⋆ Aldrea!Izuku Midoriya x Metal head!Foreigner!Fem!Reader ⚝ ♡Headcannon/thinking abt.♡ 🌸

⋆ Chubby!Aldrea!Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader ⚝ 🌸🥀

Teacher!Izuku Midoriya x Co-worker!Fem!Reader ⚝ ♡Ask♡18+♡ ❤️‍🔥🌸

⋆ Stargazing. Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader. ⚝ 🌸

⋆ Bunny!Izuku Midoriya x Reader. Pt. 2.⚝ ♡Headcanon/thinking abt.♡18+♡Ask♡ 🌸❤️‍🔥

⋆ Izuku Midoriya x Chubby!Fem!Reader.⚝ ♡Headcanon/thinking abt.♡ 🌸

⋆ Nightmares. Teacher!Izuku Midoriya x Gn!Reader.⚝ 🌸🥀

⋆ Mha character headcanons⚝ ♡Headcanon/thinking abt.♡ 🌸

⋆ Bandaid. Aldrea!Izuku Midoriya x Delinquent!Fem!Reader ⚝ 🥀🌸

Katsuki Bakugo

⋆ Wishing. Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader ⚝ ♡Valentines Prompt♡18+♡ ❤️‍🔥🥀

⋆ Katsuki Bakugou x Chubby!Fem!Reader ⚝ 🌸

Shoto Todoroki

Coming soon...

Tenya Iida

⋆ Crushing. Tenya Iida x Flirty!Fem!Reader ⚝ ♡Valentines Prompt♡ 🌸

⋆ Mha character headcanons⚝ ♡Headcanon/thinking abt.♡ 🌸

Eijiro Kirishima

⋆ Yandere!Reader x Eijiro Kirishima ⚝ ♡Headcanon/thinking abt.♡ 🌺

Shota Aizawa

⋆ Looking. Shota Aizawa x Art Teacher!Fem!Reader. ⚝ ♡Valentines Prompt♡ 🌸

⋆ Realizing. Shota Aizawa x Art Teacher!Fem!Reader. Pt. 2. ⚝ ♡Valentines Prompt♡ 🌸

⋆ Mha character headcanons⚝ ♡Headcanon/thinking abt.♡ 🌸

Hitoshi Shinso

Coming soon...

Hanta Sero

⋆ Mha character headcanons⚝ ♡Headcanon/thinking abt.♡ 🌸

Dabi/Touya Todoroki

Coming soon...

Tomura Shigaraki

Coming soon...

Hawks

Coming soon...

Mina Ashido

⋆ Mha character headcanons⚝ ♡Headcanon/thinking abt.♡ 🌸

Denki Kaminari

⋆ Mha character headcanons⚝ ♡Headcanon/thinking abt.♡ 🌸

|| Sometimes I like to re-watch the first chapters/seasons of My Hero Academia, and I find it funny that Katsuki was like Afo but without being a scary, violent, analytical and terrorist villain. (I mean, when he was little, in middle school it was something else-) ||

|| I mean, Katsuki is what would have happened if Afo read all the chapters of that superhero comic :D (I realized this and now I can't get it out of my fucking head.) ||

|| Naahh, if the "Inko Shimura" and "Dad For One" theory become canon along with the Bakudeku ship, that family will be chaos wherever you see it ||

|| Okay, on one hand, part of me is sad because we didn't see much of Dad For One in this chapter and now i'm like this: ||

|| But on the other hand my bkdk shipper side is like this: ||