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The laugh I barked the moment he said that! HA!
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I started watching out of boredom and now I'm obsessed. I really wasn't expecting anything that happened in episode six and I have no idea where the show is going and I don't plan to investigate. I kind of want to find out as I watch. Makes it all the more fun.
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synopsis: you didn’t expect dynamight to be high when you visited him in the hospital. he confesses something to you.
warnings: minors dni, flirty, fluffy, so much swearing, one shot, bkg is high on medical painkiller drugs, lowkey black reader with braids mention but just ignore it i'm not changing it lol
notes: a lot of my fics are feeling similar atm but this is an old ass drabble turned fic from months ago!!! anyway don’t gaf lmk if u enjoy! will proof read in the morning hope the typos aren’t crazy
a soft knock on the door snaps bakugou out of his loopy dazed stare at the blank egg white wall before him.
he’s always hated hospitals but loved the fact he could finally rest with a valid reason. his whole body was numb, even though it was just his face that had work done. he’s only lightly touched the rough stitches that start from his right earlobe, trickling down to the corner of his mouth. his surgeon is always good to him, it’s the same one he had for his chest but since he’s got bigger the last time he’s been here, he’s sure they’ve messed up his dose.
bakugou is rarely ever high. occasionally a joint socially with his buddies but that is nothing like how he feels right now. he’s on a completely different plain. everything is funny to embarrassing to confusing to serious - all whilst being alone in his hospital room.
the knock raps on his door again since he forgot to verbally answer the first time.
“bakugou? it’s me, can i come in?”
you. it’s you. you cannot see him like this. but… he would like to see you. he loves how you tuck your braids behind your ear when you smile, how you always smell sweet with a twinge on ginger and how you roll your eyes when he says something stupid and he—
“yes… i am here! come in.”
where the hell did the all might impression come from? he doesn’t have time to cringe or even think about what he said because you walk in your cute denim skirt, white shirt, red scarf and brown leather boots. you’re so adorable, you must know that right? you’re out of your hero uniform, probably changed a few hours ago whilst he was getting his stitches done.
“oh bakugou! that looks like it hurts!” you exclaim and upon realising, he probably looks a little… not the most attractive right now, bakugou yanks his duvet sheet over his face. his feet revealed at the end of the bed.
the action is so unlike the usual don’t give a fuck how he looks bakugou katsuki, you freeze in your walk towards the him, your arm that was reached out now in mid air.
“b-bakugou?”
“you can’t see me like this.”
you continue towards him, pulling up a seat right next to his bed. the antiseptic smell in the air makes you sit up straighter but the sweet syrupy scent from his sweat makes you lean in closer to him. you plop your bag on the ground to get comfortable in your seat.
you’re still confused, his large scarred fingers at the top of the sheet while the rest of his face looks like a bad ghostly halloween costume.
“erm… why?”
bakugou huffs behind the covers, “because i know the scar looks ugly. don’t want you to see all that.”
you don’t think you’d ever find bakugou ugly. like it feels like a stupid thought to have when he’s just objectively isn’t. with his strong jaw that could cut through tree trunks, his gorgeous ruby eyes and his build… you’re around heroes all day but something about dynamight— tall, muscled and fast, really does it for you.
sure, he’s got a little attitude but it’s always for the betterment of the situation! or are you just making excuses for him like your friends say?
“you’re acting odd!” you chuckle, “did they give you too much gas or something?”
“i fucking think so,” he mumbles back behind the covers.
“okay, okay,” you soothe, smile not faltering, “you’re still high right now?”
bakugou grunts, “i can fuckin’ hear colours right now, yn. how do you figure me out so quickly?”
“you do realise it’s me who has to analyse what you don’t say in meetings, briefings and literally any time we’re together?”
with that, bakugou pulls the sheet down so just his ruby eyes are showing. only revealing his eyes highlights the orange specks that spark in them, even as they frown over at you. then they flick over your body, back up to your eyes.
“you look adorable.”
never in your career working with bakugou have you ever heard that word leave his mouth. adorable?
you seem to repeat that word because bakugou nods, “the boots and long socks. and skirt. ‘think it’s adorable.”
whoever said windows are the eyes to the soul are right. there’s no hint of a joke in his eyes and it doesn’t even feel flirtatious, just a genuine compliment of how he’s perceiving you. you think back to other times bakugou’s complimented you, perhaps a stiff one when you upgraded your hero uniform a few months ago? at that hero gala when you danced with him and he whispered that you looked good?
“oh, thanks? thanks.” you nod and the moment would have meant more if he wasn’t hiding half of his face with his bedsheet. “now show me your face.”
“i look ugly, yn. no.”
you cross your arms across your chest, head tilted with a grin, “why do you care? you’ve seen me looking crazy after fights too.”
bakugou glances away from you in defiance, you could definitely imagine him stomping his foot if he was standing, “because… ‘cause this is my face and it’s you!”
“so what if it’s me! i remember the last mission too, you were pretty bruised up.”
“this is a big fuckin’ scar and you can see the stitches!”
“i’ve had stitches myself before! i’m not going to think you’re ugly, you’re not ugly.”
that gets his attention, “really?”
you’re getting whiplash from this conversation, “what, no? you literally got sexiest hero two years in a row.”
bakugou rolls his eyes, “b-but you, what do you think?”
the laugh that bubbles up inside of you is mostly confusion of this whole situation. normal bakugou would not give a fuck. he’d be at work the next day, subtly showing off his battle scar, eyeing anyone who as much as cringes imagining the pain. this softer bakugou, wearing off of whatever loopy numbing drugs only surprises you.
“i think you’re very handsome? is that enough? can we have a normal conversation now?”
bakugou huffs again, laying back in his bed. you could just rip the covers off him but that sounds so very invasive when he’s so adamant on not showing you.
“who else has visited you?”
“hero commission, deku and kirishima. two sidekicks came to drop off paper work but i’ve been too out of it to even read.”
“so what’s different about them that they can see your face and i can’t?”
that’s the question that gets bakugou, thee dynamight, somehow caught in his own actions and having to work his way out of them. “i… i, er… ‘cause…”
he continues, “it’s ‘cause i like… i fuckin’…”
and again, “‘cause we, you know… and then we kinda… fuck…”
“and i… being a hero… and i think… are you gonna stop me talkin’ or?”
your bubble pops, giggles spilling out of you in a bundle. dynamight, the pro hero has always been so quick witted with his harsh languages and orders. never doubling back on his words or least of all stuttering. this drugged up bakugou katsuki can’t seem to get his words out.
“bakugou, what is going on?”
bakugou groans so loud he’s sure his hospital neighbours can hear him. thank goodness he’s not tied up to a heart monitor or that would have exposed him as soon as you walked in the room.
he lets go of the blanket to rub his face, then his eyes widen realising his sheet has dropped back to his shoulders.
bakugou moves to grab the sheet again but you’re much faster than him, simply resting your hand on his fist.
“you look—,”
“i have a crush on you. a fuckin’ massive one. for ages. dunno how you haven’t noticed.” he blurts in one breath, eyes wide and heart rapping against his chest. then he winces from talking so fast, his stitches pulling across his cheek.
you just blink at him, your hand still resting on his chest.
“is this the drugs talking—,”
“what? no yn i… do.”
awkwardness settles in the room. you’re not sure how to go about this, he did say he’s really high from the drugs and… and bakugou katsuki likes you. you pull your hand off him.
“oh fuck, this is why i wasn’t plannin’ on ever fuckin’ tellin’ you. now it’s gonna be weird and you think i’m a fuckin’ pervert and you’re gonna avoid me when you see me comin’ and—,”
“can you shut up for a second?” you smile, “you’re swearing a lot.”
the scar on bakugou’s cheek is nothing you haven’t seen before. even the purplish bruising isn’t too intense. you’ve seen much worse so you’ll probably get his doctor’s name after this.
“sorry. feelin’ nervous as fuck. i’m never fuckin’ nervous usually. it’s the drugs.”
bakugou stares point blank at the ceiling, arms crossed over his chest and ignoring that you’re even there.
“i wanted to say i like you too. well my friends think i do because i talk about you all the time and the noticed how i notice how your lip twitches when someone says something stupid.” you cross your legs over the other, palms on your knee as you look around the room, the epitome of nonchalance. “i need to get on whatever healthcare plan you’re on. this is a lovely room.”
“i’ll add you on mine.” bakugou whispers, eyes stuck to you like you said his favourite words. you basically did, “s-so you do like me too, not just your friends think it?”
once your focus lands back on bakugou, his whole body flushes over with heat. red blooms at the apple of his cheeks all from your attention.
“i do like you. you’re probably my type to a t. stubborn, sexy, smart, quick witted. first blonde though,” then you lightly press your thumb under the scar under his cheek, “this is going to heal smoothly. i can already tell.”
bakugou’s breath hitches as your face shuffles in closer to him. he can feel his pulse in his temples and you notice his pupils expand from your proximity. you’re close enough to lay your lips on his, to kiss him and have his tongue slip into your mouth.
tiny sparks flicker at bakugou’s palms and your head darts down when you notice the light out the corner of your eye. there’s only five, quick snappy explosions because he’s so fucking sweaty. the sweet smell of caramel lingers in their aftermath and giggles spill from you.
bakugou clenches his fists, embarrassed, “it’s the drugs makin’ me sweat and… and… and you.” he inhales deeply and you stare as bakugou regulates himself.
deep breathing with his eyes closed, but it doesn’t last long as you slide your hand onto his clear cheek so he faces you.
“we can kiss when you’re sober.”
“no, wait. i’m fine now.” bakugou blurts, lifting onto his forearm to face you properly. he’s wobbly since his body is still numb so simply balancing is a struggle. the sheet falls down to his waist and your eyes run along the gap of his chest you can see from where his hospital robes have come undone. there’s a soft brush of chest hair that you’d love to run your fingers over. “been dreamin’ about kissin’ you.”
that comment makes you twitch, butterflies running amok inside of you. you lean back in your chair away from him, “your pupils are still massive, bakugou. promise me you’re not high right now.”
your eyes widen as if to take all of him in and bakugou surrenders easily, flopping back down on his bed. “fuck. fine, you’re right.” then he starts laughing, thick chuckles springing out of him, “i thought you didn’t wanna see my ugly face and you’re willin’ to kiss me? wouldn’t have fuckin’ thought.”
you smile, “maybe if you confessed to me earlier!”
“there was no way i was gonna. plannin’ on bringin’ it to my death bed.”
you frown incredulously, “why? literally everyone has a crush on you.”
he faces you, lingering on your crossed thighs, your knee high boots. “but you? so outta my fuckin’ league it’s embarrassin’ to even like you. deku dropped your last heroes monthly cover onto my desk and just lookin’ at you made me feel all… all gooey.”
you feel like a school girl, the swarm of butterflies earlier are now angry bees at the compliments. you want him to keep it going.
“where did you end up putting the magazine?”
“stuffed it in my drawer under my papers.” he grunts.
“didn’t touch yourself to it, did you?”
an ugly gurgle of a gasp, groan and a “hah?” rumbles from bakugou. “what? fuck no? i said i ain’t no fuckin’ pervert.”
“when i was younger i had a poster of you in my childhood bedroom. whenever i would bring boys over i’d take it down ‘cause i’d feel bad.”
bakugou scoffs. he loves that you had a poster of him, he fucking revels in it. “bad for the loser you were with?”
“no! bad for poster you seeing me makeout with some guy. like i was cheating on dynamight.”
you bite down on your lip, so harsh that any more pressure and it will bleed. that felt like way too much to admit and all you guys did was confess your crush on each other.
“you don’t know how much i love hearin’ this.”
you’re still embarrassed for even sharing that so you do the next best thing. share another secret.
“i only said that before because i bought your men’s health cover. page thirty two when you’re shirtless leaning on a tree? went double platinum in my household.”
bakugou sighs blissfully, “you’re blowin’ my head up here, yn. you see me half naked when we change into our gear on missions. you pay me no mind then.”
you laugh, “you want me to jump on you with no previous conversation whilst we are preparing to kill villains.” bakugou shrugs, “besides literally everyone thinks you’re attractive, that’s nothing new bakugou.”
bakugou narrows his eyes at you, “i don’t give a fuck about that. you said you like me. said i was fuckin’ smart and shit. i like that a lot.”
you give a satisfied hum, leaning back into your seat.
“you tell him everything?” you’re endeared by their friendship on the best of days but hearing about it from one of the double duo makes your heart warm.
bakugou winces, “yeah… kinda… comes natural between us since we’ve known each other for so long.”
“that is so adorable.”
“i guess.”
it’s silent for a few moments as you pull your skirt down from where it’s ridden up. then you take out your lip balm from your bag to smother over your bottom lip.
“w-when i’m not all fucked up and i’m outta here we’re goin’ out. gonna take you somewhere you deserve, better than any date you’ve ever been on.”
you wonder if this is the softer bakugou beneath the stubborn hero version of him you always see. him with a slippery tongue, the impatience, the need to always be the best. you’re annoyingly into it all. you hope he shows you more of him when he’s not loopy anymore.
“okay. i’d like that.”
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He’s been all over my fyp on tiktok recently and I finally have a bit of free time sooo.. let’s talk about Canonically Weird Best Friend! Akaashi
Canonically Weird Best Friend! Akaashi who you became friends with after hearing him hum a song from a movie you didn’t expect a guy like him to watch.
Canonically Weird Best Friend! Akaashi who tells you the lamest jokes with the straightest face. And has the audacity to ask you what’s funny when you laugh.
Canonically Weird Best Friend! Akaashi who would literally stand behind you when you’re not paying attention and waits for you to notice him so you get a little jump scare and has the nerve to snicker.
Canonically Weird Best Friend! Akaashi who suggests you guys make up your own language, everyone looks at you like you have two heads when you both start talking/giggling in the language.
Canonically Weird Best Friend! Akaashi who keeps plants. Even names them and convinces you that as his best friend you get one to keep his company.
Canonically Weird Best Friend! Akaashi that you’ve noticed stares at you longer than what’s probably appropriate. His touch lingers on you too, never wanting to stray too far it seems.
Canonically Weird Best Friend! Akaashi who suddenly becomes clingy. To the point where he’s even slipping his head inside of your(his) oversized hoodie so he can lay his head on your chest.
Canonically Weird Best Friend! Akaashi who says that just being friends with you isn’t enough for him, he likes you so much he wants to be in your skin so you never have to separate, but he refrains from mentioning that, simply stating that he longs to be with you romantically.
Canonically Weird Boyfriend! Akaashi who steals all your faded/ old graphic tees. He’s a collector of the like and you have a great selection.
Canonically Weird Boyfriend! Akaashi who “borrows” one of your socks from you on game days for “good luck”.
Canonically Weird! Boyfriend Akaashi who constantly fantasizes about fucking you in the most absurd positions/places. Doggy style on the court. Cowgirl in the locker room. Full Nelson in front of Bokuto.
That one really does it for him.
Canonically Weird! Boyfriend Akaashi who gets visibly excited when he finally has you laid out in front of him, all plush thighs and soft stomach. Your juicy cunt just ready for him to dive in. “Please, Keiji. Need you so bad!” You whine out for him.
You look so fucking cute. The way the tears pool in your eyes while you look up at him all doe-eyed making his cock throb between his bare legs. “Patience, baby. I always treat you right, don’t I?” He asks, smirking as he runs a finger through your folds. You shudder at the feeling, your voice barely above a whisper, “Yesss.” You practically hiss, and Akaashi decides to have a little mercy on you.
He sucks your clit into his mouth, running his tongue over the bundle of nerves briefly before slowly moving down, tongue laving at your opening. He points his tongue before licking inside, wiggling the muscle as far as he can inside your cunt. You gasp, pussy clenching at the intrusion before you slowly start grinding your pussy against his face, seeking out more of that delicious friction. His nose bumps your clit a few times and it’s with that your orgasm washes over you. You shudder as it ripples through you, your essence flooding Akaashi’s tongue.
He comes up for air, chin glistening with your juices. He wipes his chin with his thumb before sticking the soaked digit in your mouth. Your flavor dances on your tongue before Akaashi’s taking the appendage out, replacing it with his tongue. You both make out while you slowly come down from your high, though it’s only a matter of time before he’s back to being his weird self.
“Next time, we’re putting frosting and sprinkles on your ass. I want cake.”
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— SYNOPSIS: (bakugou has a crush on his baby mama) you take it upon yourself to deliver this ugly yellow haired figurine prototype to the dynamight office
— WARNINGS: pro hero!bkg, suggestive, flirting, swears, jealousy
BABY DADDY MASTERLIST
katsuki: Hey
katsuki: Random ask but does Kenji have a small figurine in his bag or room that kinda looks like me?
katsuki: It’s a prototype and the manufacturers want it back
You: IMG.347
You: this looks like your cousin kakugo batsuki
You: it is SO ugly
You: you do not look like this
katsuki: Thanks I fucking hope I don’t look like that
katsuki: The final will be so sick you’ll be begging me for one
katsuki: I’ll come pick it up in the evening
being the good, most useful baby mama you are, you took it upon yourself to hand deliver this manky ugly looking dynamight to the man himself. this seven inch, simpson yellow haired, thin milk bottle plastic figurine to the gorgeous, wheat blonde, greek god muscled, real dynamight, who is also your baby father.
the last time he saw you, you were snotty and crying in your old pyjamas… at least you had your grey leggings that you know made your ass look round but otherwise, you truly were a sorry sight. wailing in his arms as he soothed you like a baby. today, you wanted to show you’re an all rounder, you can cry, you can mother, you can look sexy yet casual on your day off.
you’ve been up all morning after dropping kenji off at nursery and you’ve got hours until you have to collect him again, so you pull on your favourite jeans, a cute bandeau and cardigan. it’s a slightly upgraded errand running outfit. right? right.
dynamight’s agency is massive. you only ever hang around outside to pick up kenji, never really needing to go inside but now, you can’t help but gasp. there’s people everywhere, rushing back and forth, people holding papers, you see through the glass a few heroes quirk training. there’s people around you in heavy fighting gear, black bulletproof padding and gauntlets similar to bakugou’s. you’re drawn to the trophy wall, the majority with DYNAMIGHT engraved perfectly, then a few for sidekicks, protégés and the agency itself. it’s the plaque on the wall that grabs your attention, hand prints pressed deeply into gold though they’re nothing like the massive paws bakugou’s got on him now. much smaller, child’s ones, dating to when he was… sixteen.
“hey! welcome to dynamight’s agency. do you need some assistance?”
it feels like your first day in a new school. you look to the lady at the desk, one of his many receptionists. you wonder if this is the one that gives kenji doughnuts. she looks younger than you, only by a few years with bright sparkling eyes and waist length neon orange hair. she’s pretty, sweet.
“hi! sorry, was just looking at the wall. i need to see katsuki. bakugou… dynamight.” you stutter. what does his team call him? dynamight, right?
this woman frowns at first, then softens, laughing a little. there’s no way she is laughing at you right now. her eyes crinkle at the corners, tone half apologetic, half mocking, “sorry miss, you can’t just ask to see dynamight. if it’s important you’ll have to send an email to get approved by security. if it’s fan related we have a museum and fan mail box to the left.”
now you laugh, loud with all humour gone. do you look like an idiot? you slap on a smile. she doesn’t know, she’s just assuming, you repeat in your head but you can’t miss the mockery.
“ah okay. thanks anyway.”
but you don’t move. you stay exactly where you are, whipping out your phone and pressing call.
“miss if you could move out the way—,”
there’s one ring and you’re through,
“hi sweet—, i mean yn—,”
“katsuki, i’m at the agency let me up.”
“hah? you are?”
“yep. your team thinks i’m a fan. i swear i won’t steal your underwear.”
bakugou chuckles on the other end. you can hear movement, boots stomping. you glance over at the receptionist whose mouth might permanently be stuck in an o shape.
“you don’t have to steal a pair. i’ll let you take one, if you give me one of yours.”
you roll your eyes, facing away from the desk. your face heats just imagining him holding your underwear. him stuffing it in his face, inhaling…
“you’re so stupid.”
“okay, sweetheart. how’s kenj?”
he started calling you sweetheart the last time you saw himwith your snot all over his jumper. you love it. unsurprisingly. big sexy pro hero baby father calls you sweetheart. someone needs to get your head checked out. you’re not sure why you’re still on the phone to him when he’s on the way to get you.
“kenji’s good. dropped him off this morning. he was telling me he’s looking forward to swimming with daddy.”
“kenji? you’re kenji’s mother?” the receptionist asks, not even trying to hide that she’s listening to your conversation. you give her a quick smile, even adding in a wave.
“did you see those pics i sent of him? he’s the fuckin’ best in the class, gonna have to put him with the bigger kids soon.”
you did. you were close to making it your phone wallpaper. katsuki holding kenji in the water, both boys with the same expression on their faces. laughing, eyes squinting, though kenji’s lacking a couple teeth and katsuki is grinning with all of his, gold tooth catching the light. kenji is mid splashing about while bakugou keeps him just above the water. you definitely didn’t study how the pool water sat in the dips of his shoulders or how this bicep shone with droplets. actually, he doesn’t look that good with his hair all pushed off his forehead, slicked down with water. you sigh.
“not yet! he needs to be talking with kids his age!”
that’s when you see the man himself, strolling out the lift with his mobile pressed to his ear. he finds you instantly and gives you a wink that makes you stand up straighter. you’re transfixed and you have to consciously remind yourself to blink. though you’re not the only one. everyone around you gives attention to the pro hero. either nodding to greet him, staring, making sure they look like they’re working. everything about bakugou katsuki demands you look and it only makes you think about him in your apartment demanding you tell him what’s wrong.
you chew the inside of your cheek as his voice rumbles down the phone, “don’t wanna stop our kid being a future olympian. you look pretty.”
you see his lips move when he says it, no need to swerve through people to walk over to you because people naturally make way. he’s out of hero gear, just black boots, black cargos and a black jumper. you would swoon, if it wasn’t for the fact the receptionist is still looking over at you, clearly trying to work out the relationship status of you both.
“you look okay,” you whisper because as soon as you know it, he’s right before you, taking over all your personal space.
he hangs up the call and it’s the grin he gives like he’s genuinely happy to see you. he’s got his gold tooth in and it only makes you stare at his lips.
“hey.”
“dynamight sir! sorry for not sending your girlfriend up! i wasn’t aware!”
the word vomit breaks the stare down you and bakugou had going on. you can barely register what she says but one word sticks out.
“oh i’m not his girlfriend,” you awkwardly laugh, “we just share a child.”
you can’t read bakugou’s expression, there’s no smirk or frown. you do notice however, the receptionist relax, her eyes glowing with possibility.
“yn ln. her name’s already on my list, right?”
a couple clicks on her keyboard and she nods, “yep, it’s there dynamight. sorry for the misunderstanding!”
bakugou grunts in response, “thanks sara.”
then he nods his head for you to follow him. you make sure to give one last look to sara who looks like a pouting baby about to stomp her foot with her bottom lip jutted out. you definitely don’t miss the hearts in her eyes at the man beside you. bakugou lets you through the security gate, ushering you by your waist to walk in front of him.
you don’t say a word until the doors clank shut.
“are you fucking her?”
bakugou hasn’t even turned round yet, hasn’t even pressed the button for the top floor.
“hah?”
“the receptionist. orange hair. sara. are you?”
bakugou blinks at you, then presses the button, making the lift rumble upwards. the silence is killing you as he comfortably leans against the wall, adjusting his sleeves and then crossing his arms.
“katsuki!”
“why the fuck do you think that?” but there’s a smile begging to be released, the corner of his lips inching up as he follows the creases between your eyebrows, your eyes refusing to leave his.
“she clearly has a crush on you. she is a pretty girl.”
“and because of that i’ve fucked her?”
“that’s a hr violation, you can get in trouble for that being the big boss and all,” you say nonchalantly, turning away from him to face the door, looking at the floor numbers ticking upwards.
you’re not sure why your heart is racing, slapping against your chest like it’s going to fall out your ass.
again, he doesn’t say anything. he just begins to laugh beside you, shoulders bouncing out the corner of your eye. you clench your jaw so hard it’s about to break.
“why are you laughing!?”
“‘cause obviously i don’t have sex with my employees, yn.”
“are you sure, because she was staring at you like she was picturing you naked.”
the door pings open just as bakugou says, “you must be picturing me naked all the—,”
three women are chatting, holding their folders and papers waiting for the lift. their eyes widen in unison, catching exactly what bakugou just said. they look at him then over at you. they’ve wearing signature dynamight blazers, all black with orange trim.
bakugou sighs internally, “ladies,” he nods and you give them a small smile as they sing their chorus of, “hi dynamight! dynamight, sir!”
then they scatter in the lift as you step out though not before hearing a whisper of, “that’s his girlfriend! kenji’s—,”
your son is really famous around here.
“rumours get round fast.”
now he sighs, leading you to his office door. “yeah. that one’s not that bad though.”
you watch as a tiny camera scans his face and he presses a finger on a screen. it takes less than a second and his office door pops open. then he turns to you, hand out to his office, “cmon.”
maybe it’s because you haven’t been on a date in a while and you really need to up your standards because you struggle to look bakugou in the eye as he lets you walk in first.
you gasp, “oh wow.”
the last time you’ve been to bakugou’s office was over a year ago when he was just moving into the building. all he had was a desk, a whole load of boxes and your son who was at the time still small enough to be strapped onto his chest. now, the room is beautifully decorated, with a wall of the evolution of his hero gear, framed photos of him and his hero friends, his parents and kenji. he’s got a wall full of books and then two walls of windows— corner office privilege. there’s a corner just for kenji, with picture books, toys, drawers with spare clothes and snacks.
bakugou stares as you circle around his office and he’s forced to see the room through your eyes.
“sorry it’s a mess. haven’t tidied since kenj was last here.” he tries to quickly dart to his sofa, folding the blanket kenji uses and placing it over the back.
you shake your head, staring up at an air tight seven foot tall cylinder with a white mannequin wearing dynamight’s pre debut hero suit. then you’re back at his photo wall, cooing at every picture of your son till you land on one featuring the three of you. framed and up for everyone to see.
“you have this in your office? framed?”
bakugou blushes a deep red behind you but you’re still transfixed on the photo. you’ve got it too in kenji’s newborn photo album. it’s the day you gave birth to him, still sweaty, freshly out of tears, lying in the hospital bed holding your tiny little baby boy. bakugou’s bent slightly at your side looking down at you both, kenji’s tiny hand holding the tip of his finger. the picture was only a few years ago but you remember everything about that day clearly.
“course i do. it’s one of my favourite photos.”
bakugou’s come up to stand beside you, his arms behind his back.
“i look—,”
“beautiful. like you just gave birth to our son. don’t say stupid shit.”
you laugh, because fuck, it was the hardest day of your life but it gave you your annoyingly cute little rascal so you can’t be that mad.
“thanks katsuki. i was so nervous when you saw me like that. then i didn’t care because you made that happen.”
“i remember it being a joint effort,” he smirks and you roll your eyes.
“really? i don’t think i recall,” you reply and you watch bakugou’s face drop in real time.
“you’re joking, right? you can’t remember that night?”
you probably think about the night you were together at least thrice a week now. it rushes into your head without warning. sometimes it replays in your dreams with extra added scenes or sometimes when you’re in the shower it forms on the fog on the doors.
house party. you were a plus one. bakugou. a random bedroom.
you inhale sharply through your nose, turning away from the photo, walking across his office to stare out the window instead. he’s got the whole view of the city, you could probably point out your apartment from where you’re standing.
bakugou follows you like a puppy.
“nope. not a thing.”
“you can’t remember how you stared me down like you wanted to fuckin’ chew me out from across the room and when i finally spoke to you outside, you spilled your drink all over my shirt.”
you scrunch your face, fighting the cringe as you gaze down at the traffic. you’ve blocked that part out of your memory.
“no, katsuki. i don’t.”
“and then you started apologisin’ and said you wouldn’t mind seeing what’s underneath and i went up to change my shirt and you followed, practically stripped me naked, jumped on me and had your way with me?”
you gasp, turning to face him, “you liar! i started apologising because i was apologetic and when i was trying to flirt with you, you got all nervous and started stuttering that you’re gonna change your top. then you grabbed my hand to follow you. i’m not sorry i was bold enough to kiss you first.”
bakugou now, two years later, doesn’t seem to carry that nervousness. he doesn’t look at the skyline, nor the robbery that’s brewing a few streets over and the hero on patrol rushing in. he stares at you and he thinks this is the first time his cheeks have ever ached from smiling.
“i’m not fuckin’ sorry either, we could even—,”
“dynamight! bakugou, you in there? why’d you take my face off the door lock?!”
the smile that would have been permanent if it stayed for another two seconds drops immediately at the whine of his annoying sparky friend on the other side of the door. bakugou flings his head and groans, “i just wanna fuckin’ kiss you and this idiot—,”
“bakugou let me… wait is yn in there, you’re both clothed right—,”
bakugou storms over to his office door, swinging it open for charge bolt to walk in like it’s his office. he’s cute, quirky, paying bakugou no mind and looking straight at you.
“so you guys finally got together then? i heard the girls in the lift saying your girlfriend is up here,” he nudges bakugou and bakugou, well he looks as if he’s about to explode. he looks up at his ceiling and takes deep breaths, his hand running down his face.
“i’m never gonna tell you shit again.”
“oh i’m not his girlfriend, charge bolt. just kenji’s mum.”
“kenji! love that kid. and call me kaminari, actually denki if you guys aren’t dating—,”
“i’m gonna fuckin’ kill you.”
“oh, you’re kaminari! matching names to faces to names. kenji loves you, talks about that trick you do when you click your fingers.”
kaminari clicks his finger and an electrical spark forms from his thumb tip, shooting ten inches in the air.
“oooooo,” your eyes widen, “that is impressive.”
bakugou scoffs, “what the fuck?”
bakugou spreads both his palms before him causing yellow and orange explosions to blast from his skin. a lingering sweet smell spreads through the room. it all makes both you and kaminari step back.
“show off,” kaminari mumbles.
you giggle, “he is!”
“you…,” bakugou clenches his jaw so clearly bothered that both you and kaminari laugh, “you both are children. why are you even here?”
your laugh halts halfway down your throat. this is the middle of their work day and they are busy pro heroes.
you cringe inwardly, “oh, you, um, you sent that text this morning about picking up ugly dynamight. i thought i’d bring it now?”
you scramble in your bag, pulling out the ugly yellow haired, uneven orange eyed figurine and handing it to the real life prettier version.
kaminari’s laugh shoots out of him, “that thing is ugly as fuck.”
bakugou reaches for the figurine, his calloused fingertips brushing against your knuckles. he doesn’t pull it from your grip, just rests his fingers over yours. where you touch, you burn, unable to rip your gaze from his.
“i wasn’t askin’ why you were here. you can come whenever you want. i was gonna swing by and get it from you later.”
“just wanted to save you the trip. i was in the area,” every word edges to a whisper by the end and somehow, you’re standing closer than you were before.
bakugou’s back to looking at your lips, how your wet tongue swipes across your bottom one leaving a shine he’s desperate to kiss.
“wow. and you guys aren’t dating? is there a good reason for that?”
two heads whip to kaminari who’s standing with his pointer finger tapping against his temple like he’s trying to work out a puzzle of you and bakugou.
“now why the fuck are you here?”
slowly bakugou takes the figure from your hand, placing it on the top shelf. away from kenji’s eye view. you’re quick to stuff your hands in your pockets. it’s way too intimate with katsuki. it’s even intimate with another person in the room.
you zone out when they begin to talk hero business, wandering back to your tv screen of the city.
katsuki wanted to kiss you earlier, he was probably going to try and you would have let him. you would’ve let him shove you against his desk or even the window, unbutton your jeans and let him do whatever he desired. but you shouldn’t, no matter how much you want to because you have a child to think of, you both do. you can’t confuse kenji, mess up his routine for what? a night with your baby father?
but you look over at bakugou, arms crossed leaning against his cherry oak desk as kaminari rants off to him about paperwork, their last mission, the hero commission, something else and there’s not a part of you that doesn’t want him.
he carries a frown to show he’s listening, butting in comments that make kaminari nod in agreement. but once he feels your attention on him, his glare shifts to you. his ruby eyes trail from your feet, up your legs, your chest to your face.
you want him… you do… but with kenji in the picture it has to be all or nothing and you’re not sure if you want all… if you’re ready for all.
“d’you wanna get something to eat before we pick up kenji?”
we. kenji doesn’t see you as a we and he knows it’s not the day to see daddy.
you shake your head, gathering your bag on your shoulder. you feel all jittery with realisations upon confusions, “no, no i still have other errands to do! sorry for taking so much time out your days.”
bakugou stands abruptly, “what just happened?”
always one step ahead of you, grabbing you by the arm when your fingers wrap around the door handle. “you okay? you went somewhere there.”
you shake your head, pulling yourself out of his grip. “i’m good, just have lots to do today.”
you can tell he doesn’t quite believe you. though he doesn’t push it, just watches you like he’s studying. “okay. i’ll pick up kenj tomorrow for swimming class. i’ll send you some photos.”
“of kenji.”
“what?”
“send photos of kenji. not you in the water—, never mind. i’ll see you later.”
bakugou takes a step towards you to swing open his office door. it’s that questioning face he’s got again. eyebrows furrowed. lips slightly pouted. gaze never leaving yours.
“bye, yn. i’ll be sure to send you a mirror selfie when i get out of the pool. even do some press ups before i send it.”
you roll your eyes at your baby daddy and you’re not shocked to see that smirk slowly appear. you want to eat him. sit on his lap while he calls you pretty.
you huff, “goodbye katsuki.”
“bye yn.”
“bye yn! i’ll probably see you soon.”
you blink at the golden blonde behind your blonde, fuck, you forgot he was still here again.
“yep, see you kaminari!”
one last look at bakugou and you’re off down his corridor, refusing to look back because you know he’s still watching you. it’s only when you step in the lift, you hear his office door click shut.
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best friend touya finding out you don't watch porn because you've never found anything you liked.
he asks if he can send you links, show you what's out there from a trusted source. you've always low-key had a thing for him, so you agree, even though a part of you knows there's no coming back to normal friendship after this.
the links start out tame, almost sweet. you've seen porn like it before, the basic shit that looks like a couple made a home movie. it’s not that you find it unappealing; you simply feel nothing watching two strangers fuck like they’re in love.
you send a thumbs-down reaction to the messages.
touya texts back: well shit
a flurry of links blow up your phone and you don’t get the strategy until you find one, buried in the middle, that reads: fucking my best friend so hard he cries
with your heart in your throat, you thumbs-up the message.
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