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i need to help her mix the ingredients and jokingly throw flour at her.
i need her to wipe off the cake batter off of my face while i’m sitting on the counter
i need to fight with her over who gets to eat the leftover frosting on the spoon.
(in my mind we are best best friends and also toga is still alive and yes the cake is for toga and also maybe i am just craving cake omfg send help it’s literally 12:37am)
ok i know everyone's always like "bakugou is so the weeknd coded" or "bakugou def listens to pierce the veil".
however.
i like to headcannon that katsuki bakugou is actually a freaking classical music nerd.
before you start throwing tomatoes at me, i always imagine this little scenario:
katsuki bakugou is in his room, tensely studying (prob using flash cards because nerd), when all of a sudden, denki bursts into his dorm room.
"hey bakugou!! we're all hanging out for lunch today!"
...
"bakugou? can you hear me?"
katsuki sits in focus, his large noise cancelling headphones doing their job by cancelling out denki's voice.
when all of a sudden, denki sneaks up on bakugou and snatches the headphones right off his head. denki puts the headphones on his own head and starts listening, only to say...
"wow bakubro, i didnt know you were into... ballerina music?"
katsuki stands up and slams his hands onto his desk. he grabs denki by the collar, grabbing the headphones, and puts them back on.
he yells at denki,
"THIS IS VIVALDI'S FOUR SEASONS CONCERTO IN G MINOR DUMBASS. GET OUT OF MY ROOM"
ok end scene this was a really stupid thought and i def couldve written this better but
your heavy eyes stared up at the ceiling of your dorm room. there you lay in bed and it was too hot and too cold. half of your body was absolutely surrounded in your pillows and blankets, while the other half was sweating.
you undoubtedly had a cold.
you also had a major test that you spent all night studying for.
karma, i guess?
so there you were, laying flat, while trying to use your phone to call one of your classmates. you just needed at least one of them to answer so they could let mr. aizawa know you weren't going to make it to the exam.
'god, why today of all days' you thought.
scrolling through your contacts, you eventually landed on kirishima's. no way your own boyfriend wouldn't answer your call.
but you also knew he was probably doing some early morning training. so you decided to leave him a couple of texts.
you: kiri im sick :(
you: can you tell aizawa so he doesnt try to kill me when i show up again
you: whenever i show up again
you: if i show up again D:
you turned off your phone and rolled onto your side. a couple minutes later, you heard a buzz from your phone, but you couldn't muster the energy to roll over again to check who it was.
a couple more minutes later, you heard a gentle knock on your door. you couldn't even bring yourself to get up, so you groaned loudly in reply, hoping whoever it was would try coming in.
you hear the doorknob twisting and the door softly creaking open. you hear some shuffling footsteps and the sound of a plastic bag in someone's hands.
"hi." the mystery person says.
you could recognize that voice anywhere.
"...i am here to be your nurse."
'god, he's such a derp' you thought before bringing your torso up from your bed to see,
"KIRI!" you exclaim.
"hi baby." he says, smiling brightly at you. he points at the plastic bag in his hands.
"i brought you some medicine and porridge." kirishima sets it down at a table before going towards your bed.
"oh, don't touch me, i'm all sick, haha." you say, putting your hands up, waving them defensively.
kirishima gently grabs your wrists, "it's okay."
he puts your wrist down before going to the plastic bag to get something. you flop back down onto your mattress and exhale deeply.
a couple minutes go by, kirishima is still fumbling around in the plastic bag, and you're still lying down in silence.
"hey. are you alive? you haven't said a peep!" kirishima teases, before walking back around to your bed. he was holding a damp cloth. he brought one of his hands to your back, helping you up. his hand rests on your back as he hands you the cloth. you bring it up to your forehead.
"wait. is it too hot or too cold, or should i-" kirishima panics.
"it's perfect." you respond, a soft smile on your face. a blush creeps up onto kirishima's face before he quickly turns around.
"LET ME GET YOU THAT PORRIDGE BEFORE IT GETS COLD" he exclaims.
you noticed the awkwardness in his voice and your eyes scanned the room in a somewhat confusion.
you chuckle to yourself before bringing the washcloth down, somewhat in shame.
"this is humiliating." you say in disappointment. here you were, being a nuisance to your boyfriend, when you knew that there was a still a big exam that he could be preparing for.
kirishima swiftly turned around, bowl of porridge in hand, and walked back up to your side.
"um excuse me." kirishima started "there is nothing humiliating about needing a little help. also, you're sick! it's only the manly thing for me to help my beautiful girlfriend."
he brought a spoonful of porridge up to your mouth, and you, in defeat, opened your mouth. kirishima fed you the porridge until the bowl was empty. he whispered little affirmations like "good job" "there you go" as you ate.
you then asked, "so you're not mad at me?"
kirishima looked at you in confusion.
"mad at you? my girlfriend? mad at my girlfriend for being sick?"
kirishima set the bowl down on your bedside table before sitting down on his knees beside your bed.
"you're sick. that's not your fault. im just here to take care of you. okay?"
you huff. "okay" you gently replied.
kirishima got up, giving you a forehead kiss.
"now, as much as i'd love to be your little nurse all day, i still have a test to take."
you smile up at him.
"mmkay. i'll be waiting for you." you say.
"just rest for me." kirishima says, before walking out your dorm, shutting the door behind him.
your heavy-lidded eyes soon shut, feeling relaxed. you take a nice nap, waiting for your lovely boyfriend to return.
-
when you wake up, your eyes are met to kirishima, leaning his head on your bed, asleep! he was knelt down by your bedside, arms folded acting like a cushion for his head.
you brush his bright red locks out of his eyes and stare lovingly back.
his eyes flutter open.
"hi again," you say.
me when sick y/n needs her manly bf to take care of her (>'-'<)
kirishima would accidentally use your favorite oversized sleeping shirt to wear while dyeing his hair.
you would later find the shirt, discarded in the laundry basket, with deep red stains along the collar and spotting down the sleeves. you would think with how long he's been dyeing his own hair, he would learn not to make a mess.
that's ok though. he thinks you look better with the shirt off tonight anyway.
imagine being katsuki bakugou's classical musician gf! [pt. 1]
he's in the hero course and you're in the general studies course. that doesn't stop you from pursuing your professional musical dreams.
as a musician, you find yourself to be very organized. that is until the time comes to actually get to music club on time.
you two met in the hallways of ua. you were sprinting down the hall, arms hugging sheets of marked up music, with an instrument case slung on your back. simultaneously, you tried to mentally rehearse the solo piece assigned to you at the last rehearsal. as your eyes focus on the scratched markings of accidentals and rhythm on your sheet music, you suddenly ram into a stiff blonde, trying to make his way back to the dorms. your sheets go flying everywhere and you panic. you drop to your knees, scrambling to pick up each sheet. bakugou simply "tch's" and begins to turn around. however, there's also music right below his feet. he notices it's sheet music and rather than kicking it back, he picks it up, turns around, and reaches it out towards you, without daring to turn his head to look at you.
you don't notice this gesture and snatch the piece right out of his hands. without uttering even a "thank you" you finally collect all the sheets and run off. bakugou simply watches you run off into the hallway, mouth slightly agape.
"huh." he thinks to himself.
so as you play your little solo in the music room on the other side of the ua building, there sits bakugo in his dorm room, staring at the ceiling. headphones on. listening to that piece, curious to know more.
this is a little tiny bit ooc um
not proofread lolll i had this idea during my music lesson
i can't stop thinking about timeskip teacher izuku x writer reader
like you're sitting on the couch, huddled over your laptop, biting on your bottom lip, wondering what you should be writing
you hear the front door open and izuku calls out your name before seeing you on the couch
you close your laptop and put it to the side before walking up to your husband
"were you busy writing again?" he would ask
"only to fill up the time until you came back home" you would say sweetly, focusing on the lapels of his suit and straightening them out
he would pull you into a hug and whispers into your ear "i'll help you with writing if you help me finish grading my papers"
you giggle into his shoulder and nod before both of you go over to the kitchen to start making dinner
also both of you would totally have those tiny notebooks that fit in your pocket (with matching tiny pencils ofc!)
yours would be filled with tiny scratches of writing ideas and prompts, while his would be full of interesting quirks about his students ("they could be a cool background character!!")
omfggggg izuku sensei my love aughhhhhhhhhhh
lmk if i should write a full fic of this lolllllll
i can't stop thinking about timeskip teacher izuku x writer reader
like you're sitting on the couch, huddled over your laptop, biting on your bottom lip, wondering what you should be writing
you hear the front door open and izuku calls out your name before seeing you on the couch
you close your laptop and put it to the side before walking up to your husband
"were you busy writing again?" he would ask
"only to fill up the time until you came back home" you would say sweetly, focusing on the lapels of his suit and straightening them out
he would pull you into a hug and whispers into your ear "i'll help you with writing if you help me finish grading my papers"
you giggle into his shoulder and nod before both of you go over to the kitchen to start making dinner
also both of you would totally have those tiny notebooks that fit in your pocket (with matching tiny pencils ofc!)
yours would be filled with tiny scratches of writing ideas and prompts, while his would be full of interesting quirks about his students ("they could be a cool background character!!")
omfggggg izuku sensei my love aughhhhhhhhhhh
lmk if i should write a full fic of this lolllllll
imagine being katsuki bakugou's classical musician gf! [pt. 1]
he's in the hero course and you're in the general studies course. that doesn't stop you from pursuing your professional musical dreams.
as a musician, you find yourself to be very organized. that is until the time comes to actually get to music club on time.
you two met in the hallways of ua. you were sprinting down the hall, arms hugging sheets of marked up music, with an instrument case slung on your back. simultaneously, you tried to mentally rehearse the solo piece assigned to you at the last rehearsal. as your eyes focus on the scratched markings of accidentals and rhythm on your sheet music, you suddenly ram into a stiff blonde, trying to make his way back to the dorms. your sheets go flying everywhere and you panic. you drop to your knees, scrambling to pick up each sheet. bakugou simply "tch's" and begins to turn around. however, there's also music right below his feet. he notices it's sheet music and rather than kicking it back, he picks it up, turns around, and reaches it out towards you, without daring to turn his head to look at you.
you don't notice this gesture and snatch the piece right out of his hands. without uttering even a "thank you" you finally collect all the sheets and run off. bakugou simply watches you run off into the hallway, mouth slightly agape.
"huh." he thinks to himself.
so as you play your little solo in the music room on the other side of the ua building, there sits bakugo in his dorm room, staring at the ceiling. headphones on. listening to that piece, curious to know more.
this is a little tiny bit ooc um
not proofread lolll i had this idea during my music lesson
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