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I’ve been on an mha binge and now I’m here to tell you why I believe Katsuki Bakugou is neurodivergent >:)
Number 1!
Look at this man. You can’t handle the uber instincts of his uber autism
2. He DESPISES being touched. Like to the ENTH degree he will either avoid it or squirm
3. He’s very blunt. Always says what he’s thinking no matter if it’s rude or not. He does not consider ANYONE ELSES opinion but his own. Like when the Todoroki siblings invited him and Midoriya for dinner and talked about family drama, dude did NOT let that slide (good for him)
3. Bro is ass at communicating. Even though he’s a very skilled fighter, he doesn’t tell what he’s doing until it’s done most of the time unless he really needs the other students to work with him.
4. When things don’t go his way, he freaks out. One of the most prominent moments this happens is season 1 where he was facing Midoriya and lost. Man had a PANIC ATTACK from that.
5. He’s an All Might NERRRRRD /hj
6. His relationship with Kirishima is very unique compared to the others. It’s giving off “comfort person” vibes. I personally think they’re boyfriends but take that as you will!
That’s all I have for now! If I left out anything feel free to comment :D until next time!
Edit from like a year later lol:
Something I forgot to mention is that neurodivergence is a spectrum and can be presented in many different ways! Everyone is different!
Also specifying I’m neurodivergent and I still very much stand by the fact that Bakugou is in some way neurodivergent, but I don’t want to cause any harmful views of people who are neurodivergent. No one has called me out or anything but I’m oh so paranoid and want to be sure I’m representing my community well!
I’ve been back and forth with taking this post down, but have decided to just reword some things that came off in a way I didn’t intend. If I caused any harm by this post please let me know and I’ll be sure to take action to correct it 🙏
Thank you for coming to my ted talk, hope you have a wonderful day 🫶
dynamight’s badass band-aids!
made this to accompany my fic Katsuki Bakugou and the Great Band-Aid Conspiracy on ao3
you text them that you're in heat pt.2
alpha! aizawa, keigo, shinso, tenya x omega!fem!reader⋆｡°✩ — swearing, suggestive
pt.1
Blasty Brat & Baby Bear
Pairing: Bakugo Katsuki x (platonic) Chubby Little Sister OC
Tags: sibling vibes, soft moments, light bullying, Mitsuki being a mom, grumpy x sunshine
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“You’re seriously making me babysit her?”
Bakugo’s scowl could’ve cracked concrete. Arms crossed, eyes twitching in irritation, he stared down at the chubby little girl peeking out from behind his mom’s legs.
Mitsuki rolled her eyes. “She’s your sister, Katsuki. And I have errands. You can either watch her or listen to me scream for an hour. Pick.”
He groaned like he was being sentenced to death. “She cries all the damn time.”
“I do not!” she squeaked, voice breaking halfway through. Her round cheeks were already turning pink, her hands clutching the hem of her too-big t-shirt. “You’re just mean!”
“And you’re a crybaby,” Bakugo snapped, already turning toward the living room. “C’mon, Baby Bear. Let’s get this over with.”
She blinked. “Baby… bear?”
“Yeah. Round, soft, and whiny. Don’t get snot on the couch.”
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At first, she avoided him—tiptoeing around, too scared to even ask to change the channel. Bakugo ignored her just as much, only occasionally tossing a jab like:
“Stop stomping, you sound like a baby Godzilla.”
“Why are you always eating something?”
“Don’t look at me like that, I’m not gonna cry with you.”
But Mitsuki kept forcing them together.
Board games. Movie nights. Grocery trips. He even got roped into walking her home from school once.
And slowly—very slowly—things shifted.
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She started sitting closer.
He stopped rolling his eyes when she talked.
She’d bring him little snacks she made (badly).
He’d ruffle her hair when she got nervous.
And when she got picked on at school for her weight?
Bakugo showed up the next day, leaned on the classroom doorframe, and said loud enough for everyone to hear:
“You mess with my sister again, I’ll turn your desks into kindling. Got it?”
She didn’t cry that day.
But she did tell him he looked cool.
And for the first time, he only called her “Baby Bear” once that whole day.
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“Explosive Encounters (of the Gassy Kind)”
Pairing: Bakugo x Fem!Reader
Genre: Fluff / Humor / Domestic Shenanigans
Warnings: Baby farts, mild language, Bakugo being Bakugo
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You always knew Bakugo Katsuki had nerves of steel. After all, the man faced down villains without flinching, ran toward explosions like they were a minor inconvenience, and had the patience to deal with Deku daily. But today? Today was the true test of his endurance.
It started off sweet. Your three-week-old baby boy—chubby cheeks, tiny fists, and a surprisingly strong pair of lungs—was swaddled like a burrito and cradled in Bakugo’s arms. You were sipping lukewarm tea on the couch, watching your man try to lull your son into a nap with surprisingly gentle bouncing motions.
“See?” you smirked. “You’re a natural.”
“Tch. Of course I am. It’s not hard,” he grumbled, rocking side to side. “He even stopped cryin’. I’m a damn baby whisperer.”
And then it happened.
Pffffft.
It was soft, wet, and unmistakably dangerous. The air around Bakugo visibly shifted like a scene from a nuclear fallout.
His eye twitched.
“…Did that little monster just—?”
You clapped a hand over your mouth, stifling laughter. “Oh my god. I think that one came with a warning label.”
The baby squirmed in his arms, making a satisfied little grunt like he’d just claimed dominance over the household. Bakugo held him out at arm’s length like he was handling a ticking time bomb.
“You little gremlin,” he muttered. “You tryna gas me out of my own damn home?”
You doubled over in laughter as another pttbbt sounded off like a war horn from the baby’s backside.
“Again?!” Bakugo snapped, staggering back like he’d taken a direct hit. “What the hell are you feeding him?!”
“Tiny amounts of justice and breastmilk,” you managed through your giggles.
The baby cooed, clearly proud of himself.
“He’s mocking me,” Bakugo growled. “He knows what he’s doing.”
“I think he’s trying to bond with you.”
“He’s assaulting me.”
You got up and took your son from him, still laughing. Bakugo immediately started fanning the air around him like it was toxic gas. “I’ve smelled sewer leaks better than that.”
You raised an eyebrow. “And yet you fought sludge villains.”
“I’d take sludge over that any day.”
You nestled the baby against your shoulder, who let out a tiny burp followed by one last triumphant toot. Bakugo stared in pure disbelief.
“That’s it. I’m getting him little explosion onesies that say ‘My Quirk is Farting.’”
You grinned. “Matching ones for Daddy too?”
His glare could’ve leveled buildings. “You do not get to call me that after what just happened.”
But despite the threats and dramatic retching noises, he leaned in to press a kiss to your temple—and another to your gassy baby boy’s head, muttering, “You better grow outta this, punk.”
Spoiler alert: He didn’t. But Bakugo loved him anyway. Even if he had to wear nose plugs during tummy time.
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AAHDHCMAJS NY HEART JUST PALPITATED IN MY CHEST 🥺❤️❤️❤️🥰
Breaking the Ice (My Hero Academia)
Primary Universe
Come on, the title for this is so perfect! Why can’t they all be this easy? I have to be honest and say this is probably one of my favorite fics I’ve ever written. I actually wrote this story before the request came in, but it’s what they asked for, so here you go! Enjoy some ticklish Icy-Hot! ^^
~
Bakugou was angry with Todoroki.
Well, okay. To be fair, Todoroki couldn’t actually tell if Bakugou was angry with him or just generally angry at everything while staring intensely at him anytime he was in eyesight…all day long. Every time they ended up sharing the same space, the blonde’s eyes would lock onto him and glare until they went their separate ways again. It started that morning, happened all through class (Aizawa had to get after Bakugou a few times for being turned around in his seat like that), during lunch, and finally free time when they were released for the day.
Todoroki’s first thought was the school festival, when he’d tickled the blonde to hysterics right out in public where anyone could have seen them. But they hadn’t – at least to his knowledge. Had someone seen and said something to Bakugou? Was that why he was so angry? The longer the day went on, the more Todoroki thought it must be. He had no other reason to be so vindictive towards him.
Finally, after dinner, he couldn’t take it anymore. He stood up from the table, put his dishes in the sink, and turned back to his classmate. “Bakugou, may I speak with you when you’re finished?” Then, without waiting for an answer, he left the dining room and went back to his dorm.
Five minutes later, Bakugou was opening up without permission.
“Come in,” Todoroki said dryly, sighing. “Spit it out. Are you angry with me?”
“Furious.” The explosive teen closed the door behind him, still glaring. “You’ve managed to get your hands on me and make me lose my composure twice now. Twice! But you’ve never let me get my revenge for it.”
Todoroki was surprised, but he merely quirked a brow. “You never asked.”
“Well, I’m asking now.” Bakugou’s glare finally became something else for the first time that day – a wicked smirk. “No, actually, I’m not asking. I’m telling you. I’m getting revenge, Icy-Hot.”
“Wait,” Todoroki said quickly, but Bakugou was already moving, grabbing onto his shirt collar and pushing him backwards until his knees hit the bed and he was forced to sit down. “Wait, Bakugou!” The blonde grinned evilly and swung a leg over to straddle him, shoving his shoulders to the mattress. Todoroki’s mind went blank. “Wait, waitwaitwait – please don’t!”
Much to his astonishment and relief, Bakugou stopped his forward momentum and merely paused, frowning down at him. “What’s the matter? You can dish it out but you can’t take it?”
“It’s not that.” Todoroki shuddered a little. He’d never truly been on the receiving end of this kind of look from Bakugou before; it was disconcerting to say the least. “It’s just…I don’t…my family never really…did the tickling thing. I was never tickled growing up. I…I don’t even know if I am ticklish, and if I am, how much so. I…” Todoroki gulped and glanced away. “I know you’re rough and relentless, given what Midoriya has told me. I just…I don’t know if I can…”
Bakugou groaned. “You want me to take it easy? Are you serious?”
“Please,” Todoroki said quietly. “Just…until we know if I even am ticklish.”
“You’d better be ticklish,” Bakugou snapped, grabbing onto the half-and-half hero’s sides and digging in. Gently – but still with purpose. When the boy beneath him shuddered and brought his arms down reflexively, the atomic blonde’s grin became genuine. “Heh. Looks like you are.”
“C-Cahahareful,” Todoroki pleaded, his giggling quiet and breathy.
“You’ve seriously never been tickled before?”
Todoroki found he couldn’t reply for trying to process these foreign sensations shooting up and down his entire body, making him feel electric and wildly out of control with the slightest touch. He was aware his giggling wasn’t like the kind he’d heard from his friends, but he also found that he couldn’t control it to make it sound ‘normal,’ either. It just was, coming out in little huffs and chuckles while his body tried to squirm away from Bakugou’s hold on his sides.
“Tch, all right, newbie. How about here?” Bakugou switched to digging into his stomach, but Todoroki’s reactions didn’t change in the slightest. The blonde moved up to his ribs, even trying the spot that would make him lose composure in an instant if their roles were reversed. All the way until he grabbed Todoroki’s arm and pulled it above his head, the half-and-half’s reactions were the same.
But then Bakugou scribbled in his underarm, and the floodgates burst open.
Todoroki let out a yelp before exploding with laughter, clawing desperately at Bakugou’s arm with his free hand, head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut as sounds he couldn’t control spilled past his lips. “PFFTAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! GOD, NOHOHOHOHOHOHO, WAIT, THAHAHAT REHEHEHEHEHEALLY TICKLES!! BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA–!!” He couldn’t even get his tormentor’s name out, he was laughing too hard.
“Does it?” Bakugou smirked. “I couldn’t tell. Stop punching me.” He paused just long enough to pin his classmate’s wrists together above his head and resume tickling. “That’s more like it.”
“NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Todoroki’s laughter was potentially the purest sound Bakugou had ever heard. It was like a babbling brook, only intensified and much louder. “WAHAIT, PLEASE, BAHAHAHAHAHAKUGOU!! STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”
Growling at himself for being so nice, Bakugou did stop, but he kept Todoroki pinned down firmly as he caught his breath. When Icy-Hot pried his eyes open, they were lighter and brighter and happier than the atomic teen had ever seen them. More joyful even than the mimicked version of him that girl from another class had shown off to all those kids. It had taken everything in him to contain his laughter then. Now he couldn’t help but stare a little, awed by the transformation a simple tickling spell had cast on his friend.
“Seems like you’re pretty ticklish to me, Icy-Hot,” Bakugou teased with a smirk, beyond satisfied when he saw Todoroki’s cheeks flush pink in response.
“It appears I am,” he replied with a shy smile. “So much for taking it easy.”
“It’s not my fault your underarms are a hot spot. You’re lucky I’m being so nice. As soon as we’re done experimenting, I fully intend to destroy you for tickling me twice already. Once in public, even.”
Todoroki actually giggled at that, then averted his eyes. “Well, get on with it then, hothead.”
Bakugou’s brows shot into his hairline. “Getting arrogant, huh? Pretty bold move for someone who doesn’t know if the lower half is worse than the upper half.” With that, Bakugou scooted back just enough to access some new areas and then resumed his experimenting.
As it turned out, Todoroki’s hips were about the same level of ticklish as his sides and stomach had been, but drilling into his thighs made him spasm and laugh much like when his underarms were tickled. His knees gave almost no reaction at all.
Finally, Bakugou turned his back to Todoroki and straddled his calves, dragging his fingers up and down his soles. He was pleased to hear yet another yelp, followed by hysterical giggling and writhing. “Hmm…give me your feet, Icy-Hot.” Bakugou teased, pulling his classmate’s socks off so he could scratch and scribble along his bare skin. “I need to practice these pressure points.”
“CRAP, NOHOHOHOHOHOHO!!” Todoroki’s laughter reached entirely new heights now that the protection of his clothing was gone. He flailed about on the bed like a fish out of water, shrieking and begging for mercy.
Unable to hide his enthusiasm, Bakugou grabbed the toes of his left foot and dug roughly into the space below them as well as up and down his arches. “Interesting!” he exclaimed mockingly as Todoroki threw his head back and screamed with laughter. “I added more pressure, yet this still seems to—”
“STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!” Todoroki begged, completely helpless and lost to his mirth at this point. He pounded the bed desperately, nearly falling off once or twice in his attempts to escape. “STOP, PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!! BAHAHAHAHAHAHAKUGOU!! I CAHAHAHAHAHAHAN’T TAHAHAHAHAKE IT!!”
“Hmm. Good spot, huh?” Bakugou scribbled wildly for several more seconds, then finally stopped and climbed off of his classmate, who instantly curled into a ball of giggles, gasping for breath. The blonde smirked. “Oh, yeah. I’m going to have a lot of fun with this, Icy-Hot.”
Todoroki covered his face with his hands, but Bakugou still noticed how his blush spread to his ears as he said, “Yeah, me too.”
“What was that?”
“Nothing.”
Bakugou grabbed Todoroki’s ankle and started scribbling again. “I said, what was that?”
“GAH!! Bakugou, nohohoHOHOHOHO!!” Todoroki screeched, trying to sit up enough to push him away and failing miserably.
“Better tell me what you said.”
“ME TOO!! I SAHAHAHAHAHAID ME TOO!!”
Bakugou let his foot go, but dove for his sides, pinning his legs to the bed in the process. “You looking forward to getting wrecked by me again in the future? You’re just like Deku.”
“Ehehehehehehehehehe!” Now that it wasn’t his feet being tickled, Todoroki didn’t seem to mind that he’d been thrust back into a giggling fit again. “Plehehehehehease, Bakugou!”
“Please what?”
“Dohohohohohohohon’t!”
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t tehehehehehehehease me like thahahahahat!”
Bakugou’s grin became pure evil. “Oh, don’t tell me teasing gets you, too? Tickle, tickle, tickle!”
Where Deku’s laugh would have either grown more frantic or gone silent entirely, Todoroki’s laughter remained the same while his attempts to escape doubled and his blush darkened about ten shades. “I see. Strong, silent Todoroki isn’t used to getting teased like this, huh? Too bad for you I’m not very merciful when it comes to fighting with words.”
“Plehehehehehehease!”
“You seem to like this a lot for someone who didn’t even know if he was ticklish five minutes ago.”
“Agh, stahahahahahahahahap!”
“I will not stop.” Bakugou chuckled at the distressed noise Todoroki made. He shoved his hands back up into his underarms, grinning at the shriek that ripped from his friend’s throat. “Tickle, tickle, tickle~ Poor, ticklish Todoroki~ Can’t get away from me now, can you?”
Todoroki squealed. “PLEASE, OH MY GOHOHOHOHOHOD!! NO MOHOHOHOHORE!! MEHEHEHEHEHERCY!!”
“If you beg real nice for me, I might consider it.”
“YOU’RE THE WOHOHOHOHOHOHORST!!”
“The worst?” Bakugou laughed outright now, leaning down so he was speaking directly into Todoroki’s ear. “You like it.”
“STAHAHAHAHAHAP!! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE, I GIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIVE!! STOP, BAKUGOHOHOHOU, PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE!!”
“Fine.” Bakugou relented at last, releasing his hold on Todoroki and sitting up again. “Good thing you’ve stopped when I needed you to, otherwise I wouldn’t be showing you any mercy now.”
Todoroki spent a couple of minutes catching his breath, trying to regain some kind of composure but ultimately giving up and letting out another giggle. “I really am ticklish.”
Bakugou smirked. “Yeah, you are.”
“I’m glad,” the half-and-half hero admitted, finally pushing himself into a sitting position beside his friend. “I was kind of afraid I wouldn’t be, and then I’d be the silent, stoic guy that nobody could break.”
“You want people to break you?”
“Well…I enjoy tickling people I’m friends with. It didn’t seem fair if they had no way to get back at me, or just help me cheer up and relax.”
“So, what? You want me to go tell everyone I found out you’re extremely ticklish? You know they’ll come at you like a pack of wolves.”
Todoroki’s blush returned, so red it matched the scar on his face. He struggled to hold back a smile.
Bakugou stared at him, then grinned evilly. “Oh, you do want me to? Tch, don’t have to tell me twice!” With that, he leapt off of the bed, bolted to the door, and flew down the hall. “Hey, idiots! You’ll never believe this!”
Todoroki, meanwhile, felt his heartrate kick into overdrive, and the smile he’d been hiding broke out on his face in full force. He giggled again, then slapped a hand over his mouth to stifle it. He didn’t know what he’d just gotten into, but he had a feeling the next few days were going to be exciting, full of new experiences and lots and lots of laughter.
this mannn
Thinking about !Katsuki who has the FATTEST crush on you and is always trying to impress you and/or failing miserably in the process (more or less?).
He'll do things like answering a hard question in math with the smuggest look on his face so that everyone, especially you, knows that he isn't fucking around when it comes to knowing his shit.
!Katsuki who stretches during hero training in a way that he knows makes him look good just because there's a slight chance that you're watching him. And you most certainly are, but he doesn't need that ego boost.
!Katsuki who tells you to 'go to hell' because you asked him if he wanted to go out for lunch with the rest of the group, but in reality he hated that he was the last person to be asked and declined out of pure pettiness.
!Katsuki who found out you enjoyed a certain series and decided to buy all the paperbacks and read them, and then proceeded to "accidentally" leave one of them on his desk when you come over to his dorm so he could see you get excited about liking the same thing.
!Katsuki who woke up earlier than usual on valentines day and got to class before anyone so he could put a bouquet on your desk and an anonymous card that read 'Today is another yesterday, but your smile is a glint of tomorrow.' He praised himself highly on that one.
todobakudeku gif? from the MHA You're Next movie??? 👀🤨🤔
I am interested.....
They all look super ethereal 😭💘
I haven't watched the movie yet so... I'm kinda squealing with panic and excitement, at the same time! 💚🧡💙
4/3/2025
Dry humping with Bakugo for the first time but reader is shy
You and katsuki have been dating for about four months now, but you guys haven’t really gotten intimate with each, the furthest being a steamy make out sesh.
But you didn’t want to just make out.
…
You were at Bakugo’s dorm watching a movie all cuddled up, you glance up at him but he seems to be too engrossed in the movie playing to notice.
You were bored and wanted some attention from your boyfriend but didn’t know how to ask.
You sigh Unintentionally, causing Bakugo to look down before him saying “Tch what’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing”
He knew you were lying Bakugo wasn’t stupid, he knew you wanted some attention it was written all over your face. He noticed how many times you looked up at him, your eyes full in hopes he’d notice you.
He lets out a breath before pulling you into his lap
“Is this what you wanted hm? Some attention?”
He mumbles kissing down you neck, before coming back up and attacking your lips.
You lean into the kiss before opening your mouth slightly hoping Bakugo would take the invite- which he did.
But you needed more.
Both your hands met up and tangled their way into Bakugo’s hair earning a groan from him. God it turned him on when you did that.
Still needing more you grind your hips down onto Bakugo, him bucking his hips slightly at the contact, causing you to whimper.
God it felt good. You grind down on his again before slightly pulling away from the kiss
“I-is this ok?”
“Obviously dumbass” he says kissing you again mumbling into your lips “wouldn’t let you if it wasn’t”
His hands roam over your body before meeting at your waist guiding your hips along his, creating a steady rhythm.
You apply more pressure which causes you and Bakugo to moan in sync.
“Feels good” you manage to let out, Bakugo moving down to kiss your neck leaving little marks all over.
“Tch obviously” he says into your neck his hot breath sending shivers down your spine
The friction was driving both you and Bakugo crazy.
“Think I might cum like this pretty girl” Bakugo says pulling away from your neck and staring directly into your eyes, watching as you get nervous never really being able to hold eye contact with him.
You turn red hot, embarrassed, you look down at where your hips met with his watching as you grind yourself down, Bakugo’s hips bucking up at yours.
His hardness is prominent. He grabs your face forcing you to look at him-
“Getting shy on me hm?”
He says a smirk plastered across his face.
You start to grind your hips faster and harder against his, whimpering slightly, that feeling building up in your stomach.
Bakugo noticed. Of course. How could he not?
“You close baby? You gonna cum for me?”
He words send you over the edge, you throw your head back moaning as you come undone.
Bakugo thrusts up, chasing his high, your pretty moans and whimpers sending him over the edge.
Once you come down from your high you glance down at Bakugo who is already staring at you with his casual smirk.
“Enjoy yourself? Is that what you wanted hm?”
You nod looking away shyly earring a chuckle from Bakugo.
“Look at the mess you made me make baby”
You look down and sure enough, you see the wet patch from his orgasm. You turn a bright red shade which Bakugo finds adorable.
“We are gonna do that more often baby.”

Is that seriously who you think I am?
Summary: Reader and Bakugo are messing around and not putting a label on it both to scared to confess their feelings and ruin what they have going. Reader is on her period and avoids Bakugo because she thinks he only wants sex. Bakugo not knowing what he has done confronts her. Will this lead to a confession?
You and Bakugo have been messing around for about two months now. You weren’t quite sure how it had happened but here you guys are.
Although you have liked Bakugo for a lot longer than you two have been getting down and dirty. You know you should tell him, but what you guys have is so good, so why ruin it?
Little did you know-
Bakugo feels the same way.
You had last seen Bakugo two days ago. And to your despise You had started your period yesterday and you were doing the best you can to avoid him.
You know it wasn’t right but you just couldn’t bring yourself to tell him. He would probably think you’re gross right?
Class was alittle hard to avoid him though. “Oi wanna hang later?” He would ask, only for you to respond with any excuse that came to the top of your head.
“Sorry I can’t tonight me and Mina are hanging I promised I would for awhile now but I keep putting her off to hang with you.”
“Aight its whatever”
Later that night your in your dorm with one of Bakugo’s hoodie he gave you one night when you insisted on walking back to your dorm at 1am in the freezing cold. It smelled a lot like him. Burnt wood, with a hint of caramel. You were all snuggled up watching a movie when your phone dings.
Having fun with Mina?
So much fun we are watching all the scream movies lol. :)
Bakugo scoffed as he stared at your message. Mina was sitting right across from him with kirishima. Were you purposely avoiding him? Did he upset you? Did you find out he had feelings for you?
Bakugo couldn’t stand these thoughts any longer. Without thinking he got up and started walking. Anger was flooding his vision and he didn’t quite know where he was going, his feet taking the lead.
But when he stopped outside your door, contemplating whether he would knock or not, his heart started beating really fast.
What if he went in and you ended things?
No no he thought.
He has got to get to the bottom of this.
Without thinking he swings your door open, and his eyes are met with you curled in a ball-
With his hoodie on.
“Alright, Cut the shit why are you avoiding me?”
“What do you mean Bakugo”
“I know yourr not hanging out with Mina”
“Yeah we ran out of snacks so she went to get some more.”
“Stop lying to me y/n, I saw her with kirishima. You have three seconds to tell me why you have been avoiding me or I swear to god”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about Bakugo.”
Bakugo raised his eyebrows, giving you a knowing look, Causing You to sigh and sit up.
“We… can’t have sex Bakugo.” You say your voice lowered
“What?”
“I said we can’t have sex”
“No I know what you said but why? Did I do something wrong. Are you dropping me?”
“No of course not! It’s just… it’s stupid.”
“Tch spit out already .”
“I’m on my period.”
Bakugo gives you a confused look.
“ wait… is that the reason you have been avoiding me?”
“Yeah.. because we can’t have sex and you will probably think m’gross or something.”
“Hold up. Let me get this straight, You think I don’t want to see you because you’re on your period.”
“Is that seriously who you think I am?”
“Well kinda, Yeah”
Bakugo rubs a hand over his face before taking a deep breath.
“Kid, I always wanna see you sex or not.”
“You do?”
“Yes dumbass of course I do. I like you a lot. M‘not just here cuz of your body.”
“All though it is a bonus.”
“You like me?”
“Is that so hard to believe? I only didn’t tell you because I didn’t think you’d feel the same. I mean who would like someone like me?”
“Bakugo I do. I just thought you didn’t like me like that.”
“Oh.. I guess we are both idiots then.”
Bakugo looks down at you and smiles, you returning one. “So Uhm.. how are you feeling?”
“Honestly not the best”
“ alright move over then.”
You Scooch over and Bakugo gets under the covers. He places his large hand over you lower stomach. Heating his hand slightly to give you some relief.
“Is this okay?”
“Yes it’s very nice that you suki.”
You play the movies and eventually fall asleep in Bakugo’s arms.
Bakugo looks down smiling to himself. How did he get so lucky?
He leans down to you ear and whispers
“ your mine. Forever and always.”
Let’s just say you slept very well that night.
A/N do we like??? I tried let me know if it’s ass.
HII!!!
i loveloveLOVE ur smau’s, could u do one for katsuki bakugo? enemies to lovers ?? the storyline and stuff can be anything u want.
pls feel free to add any details u want 😭😭
and no pressure !!!
technical foul | k. bakugo
you're vice captain to his captain on the soccer team. working together was never the problem. staying out of each other's way was.
Please bakugo friends to lover! User and him started texting bc of a group project then it goes from there when he texts them constantly if they are missing class or didn’t show up to school at all
standard deviation | k. bakugo
the plan was to finish the slides and turn in your project. not get used to talking every night.
happy birthday bakugo i’m greening out in your honor
happy birthday bakugo i’m rolling one up in your honor
happy birthday bakugo i’m rolling one up in your honor
boyfriend of the year (?) | k. bakugo
texts from a relationship built on mutual annoyance, emotional damage, and sour gummies from 7/11
Hihi!! U said ud like to start doing more writings rather than smaus, so I thought I’d leave u a writing request this time! Okay so picture this, it’s post-war with bakugou x mia!reader who was presumed dead but apparently was just stranded in the middle of nowhere (this part is kind of a plothole but if u could figure out something that would be sososo amazing!!) and after like 6 months finally reunite post-war?? Ofc take ur time and stay healthy author !! Love ur work !!<3333
six months too late | k. bakugo
bakugo thought you were gone. for six months, he lived with that weight. but fate had other plans—and now, you're standing right in front of him.
bakugo had never been good at dealing with grief.
anger? sure. fear? he could mask it. pain? he lived with that shit daily. but grief? real, soul-crushing loss that settled deep in his bones and refused to leave? that was different.
and it was eating him alive.
you had been gone for six months.
the war ended, but not without casualties. the city was rebuilding, heroes stretched thin trying to repair the damage. civilians were starting to feel safe again. life was moving on.
but bakugo couldn't.
because you weren't there.
no body. no trace. no closure.
just... gone.
they'd looked for you. he'd looked for you—refused to stop even after the others tried to tell him it was no use. rescue teams had combed through the rubble, searching collapsed buildings and debris for any sign of you. but all they ever found were reminders of how brutal the battle had been.
a boot. blood on the pavement.
but never you.
bakugo had stood there, watching as they cleared the wreckage, hands clenched into fists so tight his nails left crescent moons in his palms. he didn't speak. didn't move.
he didn't cry.
because if he did—if he let that crack form even for a second—he wouldn't survive it.
he stopped saying your name after the first month.
it hurt too much.
everyone could see it. he wasn't the same.
bakugo still trained with the same intensity, still went through the motions of being a hero-in-training, but the fire was gone. his explosions felt duller. his anger, less controlled.
the dorms were quieter without you. your laugh used to echo through the hallways, bright and infectious. you'd tease him relentlessly, calling him out on his bullshit with that signature grin he pretended to hate.
now? silence.
even his friends had stopped trying to get him to talk about it. they didn't ask how he was doing anymore—probably because they knew the answer.
shitty.
he was doing shitty.
bakugo didn't sleep much anymore.
every time he closed his eyes, he saw you.
not the way he wanted to remember you—smiling, happy, calling him an idiot when he tried to act cool.
no.
he saw you in that moment.
the war. the smoke. the chaos.
"get out of here!" you'd screamed, shoving him back, your eyes wide with desperation. "go, bakugo!"
he didn't listen. he never would.
but then—the explosion.
a flash of light. a deafening roar.
and you were gone.
bakugo woke up most nights with his heart pounding, breath ragged as he reached for something—someone—who wasn't there.
his bed was cold. the dorm was quiet.
and you were still gone.
he should've been there. should've done something. should've protected you.
bakugo had played that moment over in his head a thousand times, wondering where it went wrong. how he let you slip away. how he—of all people—had failed to save the one person he couldn't live without.
six months. that's how long it had been.
life didn't wait for grief to pass. UA moved forward. class 1-a graduated and stayed on as provisional heroes to assist with the rebuilding efforts. the dorms weren't as chaotic anymore. they were quiet. colder. bakugo still trained like his life depended on it. he threw himself into work with relentless determination, trying to drown out the ache that never went away. his body was exhausted, but it was nothing compared to the emptiness that gnawed at him from the inside.
kirishima watched him with worried eyes. mina tried to get him to open up, but he brushed her off. kaminari—even kaminari—stopped cracking jokes about "grumpy bakugo" because this... this wasn't just grumpiness. this was grief. and no one knew how to fix it.
bakugo didn't say it out loud, but he had given up. he stopped checking the reports. stopped listening when the search teams gave their updates. stopped hoping. because hoping hurt too much.
it was a random afternoon when everything changed. the sun was setting, casting long shadows over the UA campus. bakugo was heading back to the dorms after another grueling training session, his body sore and his mind numb. he was used to this feeling by now—the hollow ache in his chest that never fully went away.
but then—
"bakugo." the voice was soft. almost too soft. his brain didn't register it at first. it couldn't.
"katsuki."
that voice. his heart stopped.
slowly, like he was afraid moving too fast would break the fragile illusion, he turned around. and there you were. standing a few feet away, looking tired, worn, and a little worse for wear. but alive.
alive.
bakugo didn't move. didn't breathe.
"hey," you said, voice barely above a whisper, like you weren't sure he'd even want to see you.
bakugo's knees nearly gave out.
"holy shit," he breathed, his voice cracking as his feet finally moved. he stumbled forward like a man possessed, eyes locked on you as if he was afraid you'd disappear again if he blinked.
you didn't move. didn't speak. and then—you were in his arms.
bakugo crushed you against his chest, arms wrapped around you so tightly it was like he was trying to make sure this was real—that you were real.
"you're..." his voice broke, and he buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent like it would anchor him to reality. "you're real."
"i'm real," you murmured, your voice trembling as you clung to him just as desperately. "i'm here, katsuki."
bakugo's body shook. "where the fuck were you?" his voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper. "do you know how long i—"
"i know," you whispered, pulling back just enough to cup his face in your hands. "i know. i'm so sorry, katsuki."
his eyes were glassy, filled with too many emotions to name. anger. relief. pain. love.
"i thought..." his voice trailed off, and his grip on you tightened. "i thought i lost you."
"you didn't," you smiled, pressing your forehead against his. "i'm here now. i'm not going anywhere."
"swear it." his voice was barely audible, but the desperation in it was palpable.
"i swear."
bakugo's lips crashed against yours. it wasn't gentle. it was raw, desperate—a collision of lips and teeth and everything he'd been holding back for six long months. he kissed you like he was trying to make up for every second you'd been gone, like he was terrified this was still a dream. but you kissed him back just as fiercely.
and for the first time in six months, bakugo katsuki could breathe again.
you didn't talk about it right away. the first night, you stayed curled up in his bed, wrapped in his arms like he was afraid to let go. bakugo didn't sleep—just held you, his fingers tracing idle patterns on your skin, grounding himself in the steady rise and fall of your breathing. he didn't ask where you'd been. didn't ask how you survived. because right now? none of that mattered.
you were here. that was all that mattered.
days passed before you could bring yourself to tell him. about how the explosion had thrown you so far, so fast, that no one thought to look beyond the city. how you'd been buried under debris, barely clinging to life, until a group of villagers in a remote area found you and nursed you back to health.
how you'd spent every waking moment after that trying to get back to him.
"i tried, katsuki," you whispered, your voice barely audible as you sat on his bed, hands trembling in his. "i tried to come back."
"i know."
bakugo's thumb brushed over your knuckles, his touch gentle despite the storm in his eyes.
"i didn't mean to leave you."
"i know."
his jaw clenched, and he lifted your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your skin. "you're not leaving again."
"i'm not."
"swear it."
"i swear."
bakugo kissed you again, slower this time, softer—like he was memorizing every inch of you all over again. and for the first time in six months, he wasn't holding onto a ghost.
you stayed by his side after that. bakugo didn't sleep alone anymore. every night, he fell asleep with his arms around you, grounding himself in the steady rhythm of your heartbeat. and every morning, when he woke up and saw you there—he let himself believe that maybe, just maybe, everything would be okay again.
it wasn't easy. some days were harder than others. but you were there.
and bakugo?
he wasn't letting go this time.
not now. not ever.
HIII I love ur smaus and the way you write the characters are just ,,,,,jdjdjdjjs anwyas,, could u mayhaps pls do a Bakugou x romantically oblivious reader?? I just think the dynamic would be hilarious LOLL !! ty and hope u have a great day/night!! :)) <33
wait, are you flirting? | k. bakugo
bakugo is very obviously into you. you think he's just a strangely intense friend.
little drummer boy | k. bakugo
⇨ being bakugo’s upstairs neighbor would be fine if he didn’t treat his drum set like it was a weapon of mass destruction.
Chapter 3
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Warning:
The Following Story is entirely out of my imagination, I do not mean harm when writing this story with any religion or culture.
That being said, BNHA does not belong to me, any other character beside the main character does not belong to me.
English isn’t my first language, please be kind <3
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“Are you absolutely 100% sure you want to do this?” Uraraka asked nervously, fidgeting with her own suit.
You transformed into your own suit—a sleek black bodysuit adorned with small blue flames flickering across the fabric. A massive belt wrapped tightly around your waist, while a mask, designed to protect you from the ashes of your quirk, was securely fastened to your face.
“I am sure, someone has to put him in his place” you rolled her eyes, as you stretched a little. “I won’t let him bully someone, even if that someone is used to it, no.”
Yaoyorozu crossed her arms, concern clear in her expression. “I understand wanting to stand your ground, but Bakugou isn’t an opponent to take lightly.”
You rolled your shoulders, the fabric of your suit flexing with the movement. “I know exactly what I’m doing,” you said, adjusting the mask on your face.
“Just..be careful.” Uraraka warned her, smiling at her softly. “All the girls believe in you.”
You looked back at her, as you smiled. Giving her a thumbs up. Uraraka looked at her with a small disbelief, but she could see she was trained very well.
After all that smile was exactly like All-Mights.
——
As you tied your hair in a ponytail, your bangs still covering your forehead as you prepared for the fight, Todoroki approached, his usual calm expression unreadable. His heterochromatic eyes flicked toward Bakugou, who was stretching across the field, sparks popping off his palms in anticipation.
“You’re really going through with this?” Todoroki asked, his voice even but carrying an edge of curiosity.
You exhaled, rolling your shoulders. “Yeah. Someone needs to knock that ego down a few notches.”
Todoroki studied you for a moment before speaking again. “Your quirk… You said before that you trained with my father.” His voice was measured, but there was a slight tension underneath.
Your jaw clenched instinctively. “Yeah. I did.” His gaze didn’t waver. “Then you know what he’s like.”
A bitter chuckle escaped you as you secured your mask again. “Oh, trust me, I know. I get why you and your siblings want nothing to do with him.” You glanced at him, your flames flickering to life at your fingertips. “Training with Endeavor wasn’t learning—it was survival.”
Todoroki’s expression hardened slightly, but there was something else there—understanding. A quiet, unspoken acknowledgment between two people who knew exactly what kind of man Endeavor was.
Before he could reply, Bakugou’s voice cut through the air. “Oi! Hurry the hell up! Unless you’re already chickening out.” You smirked, stepping forward. “We’ll finish this conversation later.”
Todoroki gave you a small nod, his hands slipping into his pockets. “Just don’t let him get under your skin. He feeds off of it.”
You glanced back, grinning. “I’m counting on it.” Then, without another word, you strode onto the battlefield.
——
You stood a few paces away from bakugou, seeing him yet not close enough to really see him. You count to ten, feeling some of the teachers gaze on your back. ‘Swift and fast’ you thought, as you heard aizawa slowly count from 10 to 0.
“3..2..1..now!” He screamed, taking a step back.
Bakugou strode immediately in your direction, using his explosions to boost himself as quickly as possible at you. You concentrated on your hands as you created a wall of blue fire, giving you a small advantage of getting in his blind spot.
“THE HELL?!” He screamed, as the flames dissolved, leaving the area empty. He looked up, suddenly seeing you charging from the sky towards him to kick his face. He grabbed your boot just in time before it could do serious damage.
You twisted your leg, using your free one to kick his cheek, making him let go of your other leg.
Bakugou stumbled back slightly, his teeth gritted as he wiped at the faint red mark forming on his cheek. His crimson eyes flickered with something between annoyance and excitement.
“Tch, not bad,” he admitted, cracking his neck. “But you’re gonna regret that.”
Before you could respond, he launched himself forward, explosions propelling him at a speed that made the ground crack beneath him. You barely had time to brace before he was on you, swinging a fist aimed right at your ribs.
You twisted at the last second, dodging most of the impact, but the heat still seared against your side. Gritting your teeth, you countered by igniting your flames in a burst, forcing him to jump back to avoid getting burned.
You panted, your chest rising and falling as flames burst from your fists, striking toward Bakugou like whips of fire. But he was fast—too fast. He weaved through them effortlessly, each explosion from his palms propelling him just out of reach.
Before you could adjust your aim, he was suddenly in front of you.
“Too slow.”
His hand clenched your collar, yanking you forward before slamming you down with brutal force. The impact sent a shockwave through the ground, dust and embers scattering in the air as pain jolted through your back.
Bakugou didn’t let go, leaning in with a wild grin. “What? Thought you had me?” His grip tightened. “Not even close.”
You groaned, eyes locking onto Bakugou despite the pain radiating through your back. Instead of struggling, you smirked.
“You hit like a man trying to prove something.”
And to everybody’s surprise, you head bunked him so hard that it caught him of guard. You pulled your legs towards your own body and kicked his chest hard, getting him off from you. As he flew back, you send him a wave of fire, burning some of his suit.
Standing up, slightly stumbling because of using your head to defend yourself, you wiped the blood from your nose, smirking badly. “Is that all you got?”
Bakugou caught himself mid-air, flipping before skidding across the ground, smoke rising from the scorched parts of his suit. His breath was heavy, eyes wide for a fraction of a second before they narrowed into something more dangerous.
Slowly, he wiped at his mouth, noticing the faint trace of blood on his glove. Then, he started laughing. Low at first, then louder, a wild, almost unhinged grin spreading across his face.
“Oh, you’re dead.”
He charged at you, explosions propelling him forward like a missile. The heat from his blasts burned against your skin before his fist even got close. You quickly created distance, your hands moving like you are grabbing a pole, as flames manifested in your hands, creating a whip.
Your whip catches his arm, burning through his clothes. He yelped, but tugged it forward catching you off guard and wrapped the whip around your neck, choking you a bit. You unleased the whip as you gasped for air, feeling the skin of your neck burning.
Bakugou didn’t hesitate—he launched himself forward, aiming a brutal right hook at your face.
At the last second, you ducked, sliding beneath him as you ignited the flames around your hands. With a swift motion, you drove a Flame-coated Uppercut into his stomach, sending a shockwave of heat between you both.
Bakugou grunted, his body lifting slightly from the impact, but he recovered fast. His hands sparked violently as he spun mid-air, twisting to send an explosion straight at you.
You barely had time to react. The blast struck your side, sending you skidding across the ground, your suit slightly charred. The smell of burnt fabric filled the air, mixing with the heat of battle.
Panting, you wiped the blood trickling from your lip and pushed yourself up. Bakugou was already grinning, cracking his knuckles.
"You still breathing?" he taunted, his crimson eyes gleaming with excitement.
You smirked, rolling your shoulders. "You’re gonna wish I wasn’t.”
Your fist connected with his jaw, sending him stumbling back. But you weren’t done. Twisting mid-air, you brought your knee up hard into his ribs, forcing the air from his lungs. As he staggered, you spun and delivered a flaming roundhouse kick to his side, sending him crashing into the ground.
"Where’s all that confidence now, Bakugou?" you taunted, breathing heavily but steady.
Before you could react, Bakugou caught your wrist and twisted, yanking you forward before slamming you into the ground. The impact sent a shock through your body, knocking the air from your lungs. You barely had time to gasp before he pressed a knee into your back, pinning you down with his weight. His breath was hot against your ear, voice low and sharp.
"You think fire makes you strong? Please. You’re just a failure who can’t even control it."
Your body stiffened.
That wasn’t just Bakugou’s voice—it was a ghost from your past, bleeding into the present.
“You're just a failure if you can't control it.”
A tiny figure stood in front of a wooden target, burns covering her arms as she was sweating. The Number Two Hero looked down at the little lady, a scowl visible on his face.
“You think you can become the number one with those pathetic kind of moves?”
Her fingers twitched at her sides, curling into fists. She wanted to scream. To cry. To fight back. But she knew better.
Instead, she forced herself to meet his gaze, her lip trembling but her eyes burning with something deeper.
She would get stronger. She would prove him wrong.
Even if it killed her.
——
Bakugou smirked as he pinned you down again, this time with no room for escape. His hands sparked with small explosions, the heat grazing your skin, but he didn’t let them go off just yet.
"Tch. That all you got?" His voice dripped with arrogance, crimson eyes glaring down at you. "All that fire, all that talk, and you still can’t keep up."
Your breath was ragged, your limbs aching, but his words burned worse than any of his explosions. You struggled against his grip, but he didn’t budge.
Then, he leaned in closer, voice dropping low.
"You’re just a failure if you can’t control it.” He repeated again, Your entire body went still.
A sharp ringing filled your ears. The world around you blurred. The weight of Bakugou pressing you down melted away, replaced by something heavier.
The memory crashed into you, sudden and suffocating. The scent of burnt skin. The crushing disappointment in Endeavor’s glare. The suffocating pressure of not being enough. Your vision flickered. The present wavered.
Then, fire erupted.
A blast of pure, untamed heat exploded from your body, the sheer force sending Bakugou flying back. He barely managed to brace himself before skidding across the battlefield, eyes wide in surprise. You pushed yourself up, slow and steady, your body trembling but your flames burning brighter than ever.
Your fingers twitched, sparks of fire getting ignited all across the room. Controlled? No. But this time, you didn’t care.
Bakugou was just about to bark something back, but stopped at his tracks, his eyes widening as he looked into hers.
Cause they weren’t her usual color, they were pitch black.
Something was very, very wrong.
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A/N: I love imagining fight scenes in my head, but actually writing them are always harder when English is your second language- I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter! Can't wait to share more of it.
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𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒:
𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐱 𝐠𝐧! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐱 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭! 𝐠𝐧! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
MEETING KATSUKI BAKUGOU:
katsuki first notices you during a training session at ua. your quirk catches his attention because it's unique and powerful, leading to a begrudging respect for your abilities.
during a sparring match, you accidentally unleash a small release of your power while trying to dodge one of his attacks, causing him to shout, "watch where you're aiming, dumbass!" he’s annoyed, but secretly impressed.
you often find yourself at the training grounds late at night, and he happens to be there too, practicing his explosions. it's awkward at first, but you both share the space in a silent understanding.
despite his rough exterior, he ends up giving you some tips on how to improve your quirk. it’s a rare glimpse of his softer side, hidden beneath layers of brashness.
he tries to act indifferent when you beat him in a training exercise, but you can see the flicker of admiration in his eyes. it’s the first time he sees you as a serious contender.
KATSUKI CRUSHING ON YOU:
katsuki finds himself getting flustered when you’re around, often pushing back his feelings with anger. he calls you "extra" or "annoying" to mask his growing affection.
he begins to notice the small things about you, like how your hair glows in the sunlight or the way you focus intently when you’re training.
if he catches you struggling with something, he may act disinterested but will still find a way to help you—either through training advice or a sudden display of explosive power to motivate you.
when you laugh or smile, it’s like the world stops for him; he stares at you, a deep blush creeping up his cheeks as he mumbles about how “stupid” you are for being so distracting.
katsuki starts developing a habit of keeping an eye on you during class or training sessions, always ready to jump in if he senses someone being unfair to you, despite the grumpy facade he keeps up.
DATING KATSUKI BAKUGOU:
once you start dating, he’s surprisingly protective, using his quirk to keep you safe from any potential threats, whether they’re from villains or classmates.
he’s not the type to shower you with affection in public, but behind closed doors, he’s warm and fiercely supportive, always encouraging you to push your limits.
dates are often intense, involving activities that test both your quirks—like racing to see who can pull off the most impressive rescue maneuvers or going to a training camp together.
when you argue, he gets heated but always tries to resolve things quickly, realizing he can’t stand the thought of you being upset with him. he’ll often apologize in his own gruff way, maybe with a half-hearted “You’re not that bad.”
his love language is acts of service; he surprises you by making you your favorite snacks or taking time to train with you, pushing you to get stronger while making sure you know he’s there for you.
on lazy days, you’ll find him surprisingly soft, where he’ll rest his head on your shoulder, enjoying the peace while sneaking glances at you, a little smirk on his face, as if to say, “i’m not telling you, but I think you’re pretty great.”
© 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐙𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 —
@https-bakugo — FOR YOU 100%
This is out of character and very unpolished but I think it’s neat and I’d like to this would definitely happen. Hopefully this one doesn’t get me extreme hate 🙏
Kacchako is love. Kacchako is air. Kacchako is life.
live laugh love kacchako
just want an AU where Shigaraki and Midoriya grow up brothers and Midoriya has no connection to the villain world because his dad (afo) didn’t want him to and then Shigaraki becomes a villain and bakugou and Midoriya just make fun of him the whole time at the USJ and cant take him seriously at all
I love it when he gets jealous(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ(๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡
ⵌ THE JEALOUS HERO !
ft. katsuki bakugo x assistant! reader
synopsis. Bakugo gets increasingly agitated when fans and other heroes flirt with his assistant during this annual hero party. His possessiveness eventually boils over, forcing him to confront his feelings.
cw. sfw content┊fluff ┊mutual feelings┊cocky bakugo┊jealousy and possessive acts┊flirtatious attitudes between these two
nia’s notes. I don’t know why but I have this obsession between boss/ceo and assistant routes they’re honestly just too good. might make future drabbles between these two🤭1.5k words.
The annual Hero Gala was supposed to be a celebration. A night when the best and most promising in hero society gathered to let loose and toast their accomplishments. However, for Katsuki Bakugo, it was a task—just another loud, crowded event where he had to deal with suckups and reporters all in your face asking dumb questions and trying to get into your personal life any chance they got. But this year, things were different. This year, he wasn’t just a lone wolf. This year, he had you.
As his assistant, you were always at his side, managing schedules, coordinating media appearances, and generally keeping him from blowing up at everyone who annoyed him; which was almost everyone who came into the presence of the "Great Explosion Murder God: Dynamite". You were humorous, smart, and had a sharp tongue that Bakugo secretly found entertaining when you used it on others. And though he’d never admit it, he liked having you around. Perhaps too much.
The ballroom was packed with heroes in their finest suits and dresses. The chandeliers glittered overhead, and soft music played as waiters threaded through the crowd with trays of champagne. Bakugo, dressed in a sleek black suit with orange accents that matched his hero costume, stood near the edge of the room, scowling into his glass of sparkling water.
You stood beside him, dressed in a deep red gown that hugged your figure and shimmered in the low light. You’d pulled your hair back, exposing the curve of your neck, and Bakugo found himself glancing at it more often than he liked.
“Try to smile,” you teased, nudging him lightly. “You look like you’re about to kill someone.”
“I might if one more idiot comes over here,” he grumbled, eyes watching the crowd.
You laughed, and the sound made his chest tighten. “Lighten up, Dynamite. It’s a party.”
Before he could retort, a group of his old friends approached, one of them—Denki, a flashy hero from another agency—zeroing in on you.
“Hey, Bakugo,” Denki greeted, barely sparing him a glance before turning his full attention to you. “And who’s this lovely lady?”
You smiled politely. “I’m Bakugo’s assistant.”
“Assistant, huh?” Denki said his grin widening. “Didn't expect Kacchan to have an assistant, you must be a miracle worker to put up with this guy.”
Bakugo bristled, his grip tightening on his glass.
“She’s not here to be flirted with Dunce Face,” he snapped, stepping closer to you.
Denki raised his hands in surrender, laughing. “Relax, man. I’m just being friendly.”
“Don’t.” Bakugo's voice was low, like a storm brewing on the horizon, filled with a tension that made the air crackle.
You tugged gently on his arm, your touch grounding him. “It’s fine, Katsuki,” you reassured, meeting his intense gaze with a sweet smile.
For a moment, he stood there, caught off guard by the way your voice softened his name. It was disarming. Before he could find his words, you turned to get a drink, leaving him alone with Denki and the rest of his rowdy friends.
“She’s got you on a leash, huh?” Denki teased, laughter bubbling up in the air. Bakugo felt the heat rise in his chest, fury bubbling just beneath the surface. He glared at Denki, struggling to contain the impulse to unleash an explosive retort—specifically directed at this idiot beside him. The last thing he needed was to be the punchline of this dumb gala, especially when you had just walked away.
The night dragged on, and Bakugo’s mood only deepened. Everywhere he turned, someone was talking to you, laughing with you, flirting with you. He watched as a top hero from another agency leaned in too close for his liking, as a rookie hero handed you a rose and as a civilian guest tried to touch your arm.
And through it all, you smiled and handled it with grace, completely clueless of the storm brewing inside Bakugo.
By the time the gala was winding down, he’d had enough. He found you near the bar, chatting with a group of heroes he didn’t recognize, and stormed over.
“We’re leaving,” he barked, grasping your wrist.
You blinked up at him in surprise. “What? The event isn’t over yet—”
“I don’t care. Let’s go.”
Without waiting for a response, he pulled you out of the ballroom and into a quiet hallway.
“Katsuki, what the hell?” you pressed, yanking your arm free.
He rounded on you, his crimson eyes blazing. “What the hell are you doing? Letting all those idiots flirt with you like that?”
Your eyebrows shot up. “Excuse me? I wasn’t ‘letting’ anyone do anything. I was being polite.”
“Polite, my ass!” he snarled, his voice cutting through the stillness of the hallway. “They were all over you!”
You stepped forward, confusion and anger rushing through your veins. “So what if they were?” you shot back, arms crossed tight against your chest. “Why does it even matter to you?”
His eyes blazed like twin stars ready to explode. “Because you’re fucking mine!” The confession erupted from him, raw and unfiltered, filling the air with a tension that was noticeable. Silence hung between you, heavy and thick, as if the heavens itself held its breath.
You blinked, stunned, words trapped in your throat.
“What?”
As the realization of his outburst washed over him, Bakugo looked away, his expression a storm of confusion and anger. He ran a frustrated hand through his spiky hair, trying to regain control. “I mean… You work for me. You’re my assistant. You’re not supposed to…” His voice faltered, frustration boiling over like a raging inferno. “Damn it!”
The intensity in his gaze ignited something inside you—an unrelenting pull that drew you closer. “Katsuki,” you whispered, your voice barely audible, yet filled with a heartfelt urgency. “Is that really what this is about?”
The silence stretched, the weight of unsaid words and unacknowledged feelings pressing down like the world’s greatest burden. Each heartbeat pulsed with a longing that was impossible to ignore. You could see the conflict raging within him; pride clashed with vulnerability, and fear tangled with desire.
“Why do you care?” you pressed on softly, craving for him to let down his walls, to reveal the truth that lay just beneath the surface. “What you feel—it’s not wrong.”
For a fleeting moment, the mask slipped, and you caught a glimpse of the man behind the hero—a man torn between his duty and the simmering emotions that threatened to consume him. “I don’t want to see you with anyone else,” he admitted, his voice thick with vulnerability, eyes darkening. “It drives me insane.”
At that moment, the world outside faded away, leaving just the two of you standing on the edge of something you both craved yet feared. Could you leap into the unknown together, or would pride keep you forever apart? The air crackled with unknown possibilities, and one truth beamed brighter than all: what you held for each other was far from simple. It was complicated, messy, and real—more than either of you had ever bargained for.
He didn’t answer, refusing to meet your gaze as his face grew warm with a dust of red painting the heroes cheeks.
You reached out, gently touching his arm. “If you have something to say, just say it.”
He sighed, finally looking at you. “I don’t like seeing other people flirt with you, okay? It pisses me off. And I know I shouldn’t feel that way, but I do. Because… Because I like you. More than I should.”
For a moment, there was silence. Then you smiled, your expression soft. “You’re an idiot, you know that?” You chuckled.
“what?”
“You’ve been jealous all night over nothing,” you said, shaking your head. “If you’d just told me how you felt sooner, we could’ve avoided all this drama.”
Bakugo blinked. “Wait… You’re not mad?”
“Mad? No.” You grinned. “Relieved, actually I’ve been waiting for you to figure this out for a while now.”
He stared at you, his brain struggling to catch up. “You… like me too?”
“Obviously,” you teased, stepping closer. “Why else do you think I put up with you?”
He huffed, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “You’re still annoying.”
“And you’re still a hothead,” you shot back. “But I guess we balance each other out.”
Before he could respond, you leaned up and pressed your lips against his with a warmth that caught him off guard. The kiss was deep and lingering, an intoxicating blend of intensity and passion that silenced any sarcastic retorts he might have had. You felt the heat radiate from him, and for once, Bakugo didn’t argue, melting into the moment as the world around you faded away.
bonus:
The next day, the Hero Gala was the talk of the city, but Bakugo didn’t care. Let them gossip. Let them imagine. All that mattered was that you were his—and he wasn’t about to let anyone take you away.
He might not have been the best at expressing his feelings, but he’d make sure you knew how much you meant to him every. damn. day.
Because if there was one thing Katsuki Bakugo never did, it was half-ass anything.
And loving you was no exception.
©sakuraszn! xoxo
Katsuki falling asleep with his kindle on the couch. You get home after running a few errands and find him sprawled out and snoozing.
His hair is a mess, spikes all fluffed up and frizzy. The kindle has slipped from his hands and onto the couch where it threatens to fall in between the cushions. Black fabric of his tank top bunching up to reveal tan tummy and the beginning of his happy trail.
He's so.. purr
My Hero M.list
Ochako
Sweetest - Pt.1 - Pt.2
It’s a bit unorganized right now, but I just started, so I’ll work on that as time goes by!!