𝓑𝓾𝓷𝓷𝔂𝓢𝓵𝓾𝓰!

𝑯𝒊! ☆(๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧ 𝙎𝙝𝙚/𝙃𝙚/𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮 this blog posts art but I also use it to post/reblog things regarding Palestine

[drizzledrawings]

I love when platonic love and romantic love is so blurred that it doesn’t even matter anymore. All that matters is the devotion that’s there, the unwavering devotion

[abigail]

guys be honest am i doomed forever

[syrecjh]

──★ ˙☀️ ̟ !! How to Not Realize Your Best Friend is in Love With You

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ || katsuki bakugo x reader, pure fluff

You were the only person Katsuki Bakugo didn’t bark at in the entire school.

Which is saying a lot, because the boy barked like it was a competitive sport.

You thought Katsuki Bakugo was your best friend.

No, like, bestie best friend. Your "ride or die," your emotional support explosion gremlin. The guy who scowled at humanity but somehow knew the exact ratio of sugar and creamer you liked in your coffee. The same guy who memorized your snack preferences down to the brand, saved the last mochi for you in the dorm fridge, and would sooner die than let you walk back alone after curfew. Even if it meant trailing behind you with only one working umbrella and getting drenched like a dramatic side character in a romance anime.

But he wasn’t just nice.

He was Bakugo nice. As in, carrying your bag when you sprained your ankle and growling at anyone who even breathed in your direction. As in, begrudgingly watching your dumb romance K-drama with a permanent scowl but asking when the next episode dropped. As in, flinching only a little when you called him Katsu—and never once correcting you.

He didn’t flinch when you fell asleep on his shoulder. Didn’t push you away when you stuck your cold hands under his hoodie in winter. Didn’t complain when you dragged him to that cat café even though he was allergic to half the menu.

And so, you never questioned it.

Because surely that was just… what best friends did, right?

Right?

Until third year.

Until the rooftop.

Until he cornered you after sparring class—when your shirt was sticking to your back with sweat and your water bottle was half-empty, and everyone else was downstairs yelling about some pro-hero documentary rerun.

“Oi,” he said.

Low, flat. Like he’d been rehearsing.

You blinked at him, mid-sip. “Huh?”

He didn’t look at you. Just glared straight ahead like the air had offended him.

“You’re really not gettin’ it, huh?”

“…Getting what?”

His jaw ticked. His fingers curled against the railing like they were flexing out a confession.

“I’ve done everything to make it obvious,” he muttered. “Walkin’ you home. Dealin’ with your annoying-ass tangents. Holdin’ back when some idiot flirts with you. Even when you ask me if I think that guy from Class 1-B is cute—fuckin’ hell.”

You blinked again. “Wait… you remember that?”

Bakugo looked personally offended. “Of course I remember that, dumbass! You asked me in the middle of lunch—right when I was eatin’ soba!”

You had the audacity to laugh. “Okay, but in my defense, you do have good taste.”

He turned to look at you—really look—and you swore you saw something fraying in the tension behind his teeth.

“I let you call me Katsu,” he snapped. “You think I let anyone call me that?”

You paused. “I mean… no?”

“I let you fall asleep on me. I went to that stupid cat café. I watched that awful show about those rich teenagers who cry in the rain.”

You gasped. “You said you liked it!”

“I lied!” he barked. “I sat through sixteen episodes of emotionally constipated people confessin’ in monologues!”

You don't know what to say...

"I hope I’m makin’ it real fuckin’ clear that I wouldn’t do all of this just for us to be just friends."

And your world… kind of paused. Because—huh?

You blinked, wide-eyed. “I thought we were best friends?”

“I am your best friend,” he gritted. “I’m just also in love with you, idiot.”

The silence that followed could’ve flattened an entire city block.

Your mouth opened. Closed. Opened again like your brain was buffering on 2G.

“Wait… so we’re not just friends?”

He stared at you like you had just asked if he was secretly a squirrel in a trench coat. “What the hell do you think this is? Me carryin’ your bag every goddamn day? Goin’ to every café you point at like a date planner? I let you put a lil’ heart next to my name in your phone—a heart, dumbass.”

You clutched your chest in offense. “That’s how I label all my favorite people!”

He stared. “Am I favorite person or crush?”

“…I thought they were the same thing?”

Bakugo made a noise that sounded like he was about to short-circuit. “You’re so—how are you this smart and this dumb at the same time?!”

You tried to laugh it off, nervous and flustered. “I thought you were just being nice…”

“I’m not fuckin’ nice!” he exploded—then immediately winced, like he didn’t mean to raise his voice at you. “I’m not… I’m not nice,” he repeated softer, ears red, fists clenching and unclenching at his sides. “But I’ve always been soft for you. From the first time you called me Katsu and didn’t flinch when I glared. You never flinched.”

You swallowed, slow. “So… you like me.”

He gave you a look. “No shit.”

You laughed, louder now, covering your face. “God. I’m so dumb.”

“No argument here,” he muttered. But it was gentler now. Less bark, more burn.

Your hands fell away, and you looked at him—really looked—and everything clicked into place. The long stares. The way he always stood slightly in front of you. How he’d scowl at anyone who made you upset, but always let you see the soft corners of his grin.

“…I like you, too,” you said, quiet.

His breath caught.

You reached out, fingers brushing his—calloused and warm, a little shaky but still open. He didn’t pull away.

He never had.

And maybe that, you realized, was the biggest clue of all.

[syrecjh]

──★ ˙🎀 ̟ !! Rumor Has It (It’s You)

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ || katsuki bakugo x reader, pure fluff

There was a hum in the air that morning—light, charged, and humming with electricity far beyond Kaminari’s doing. The kind of collective silence that says everyone knows something, and the room swelled with it like a balloon about to pop.

“A rumor?” you blinked, halfway through your toast. “What kind of rumor?”

Mina leaned across the table like she was about to hand-deliver gossip with the reverence of a sacred scroll. “Someone in this class,” she sang, “has a crush.”

That got everyone’s attention.

Even Todoroki paused mid-sip.

Midoriya nearly choked. “A-A crush? In Class 1-A?”

“Not just anyone,” Kaminari grinned, nudging Kirishima, who was already biting his lip like he was holding back a nuclear secret. “It’s Bakugo.”

Silence fell like a bomb.

“…You’re joking.” Your laugh was reflexive, sharp with disbelief. “Bakugo? Katsuki Bakugo? Like… boom boom murder man?”

“Oi, I heard that!” his voice barked from across the room, making half the class jump. He didn’t even look up from tying his shoes, but his scowl deepened as if the sheer act of you laughing at the idea stung something in him.

“It’s real,” Sero added, all too happy to stir the pot. “He’s been acting kinda weird lately. Less explosive. Kinda quieter. Real soft—well, for him.”

“You mean growling at 40 decibels instead of 100?”

“Exactly!” Mina slapped the table. “It’s definitely a crush.”

Midoriya was spiraling. “No no no, Bakugo doesn’t—he doesn’t do that—he doesn’t like people like that—he’s emotionally stunted—”

“Gee, thanks for the diagnosis, nerd,” Bakugo hissed under his breath, but Midoriya didn’t even hear it. He was busy dissecting every social interaction they’ve had since first year.

Meanwhile, you sat there, sipping your drink, amused and thoroughly entertained. You tilted your head. “So… who’s the girl?”

The BakuSquad exchanged glances. The kind that screamed "We Know, But We’re Not Telling."

“No clue,” Kirishima lied, smile too bright. “Could be anyone.”

“Five bucks says it’s someone who’s, like, his total opposite,” Sero added, grin stretching like tape.

Mina twirled her straw. “She might not even know.”

“Especially if she’s dense as hell,” Bakugo muttered, low and nearly lost in the sound of clinking mugs and giggles.

“What was that?” you asked.

“Nothing.” His ears were red. “Mind your damn business.”

But then it started to build—the teasing.

“Bakugo, you wanna spar?” Sero grinned. “Or you busy writing love letters?”

“Hey Bakugo,” Kaminari added during lunch, “is she your type? The girl you’re crushing on? Is she, I dunno… sitting near us?”

“You bastards have a death wish, I swear to god—”

Even Kirishima, ever the loyal wingman, had his moments of mischief. “Come on, bro, you’ve got to tell her eventually.”

“I’m not telling her anything,” he grumbled.

What you didn’t know—what you couldn’t know—was that every single jab, every poke, every sarcastic comment was aimed in your direction. And Bakugo, poor Bakugo, was burning alive in the quiet hell of his own creation.

Because how could he tell you?

That he noticed when you braided your hair different.

That he pretended not to care when you fell asleep at your desk, but stayed close enough to shove a jacket under your head.

That your laugh was the only thing that didn’t make him want to blow something up.

That it wasn’t the teasing that drove him mad—it was the fact that you didn’t know.

That the girl who laughed the loudest when Mina teased him, who asked “Who is it, huh? She must be lucky”—was the girl he was terrified of losing the second he said her name out loud.

So instead, he scowled and stayed silent. Let the rumors run. Let them laugh.

Let them all know—except you.

And maybe that was enough, for now.

But gods help him if someone else figured it out before you did.

[syrecjh]

──★ ˙💋 ̟ !! How About a Kiss?

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ || katsuki bakugo x reader, pure fluff

It started when you were five.

You scraped your knee, cried like the world was ending, and Katsuki—mud on his elbows, twigs in his hair—offered you his half-melted popsicle and said, “There. I fixed it. How about a kiss?”

You screamed “gross!” and kicked him in the shin.

He chased you around the slide, laughing the whole way, like he hadn’t just offered his heart in the form of a joke too big for either of you to understand yet.

But that didn’t stop him.

Not when he carried your backpack in second grade just because he wanted it.

Not when he punched a kid in fourth for calling you names.

Not when he stood outside your house in the rain after your dog died, holding your umbrella like it was a sword and he was on some kind of silent vigil.

Every time, without fail: “How about a kiss?”

The line became a habit, then a reflex. You'd poke fun back, roll your eyes, tell him “not in a million years, Katsuki,”

And he’d snort and brush it off like he didn’t care. But he kept saying it. Kept hoping, maybe this time…

It was a joke.

It was only a joke.

Wasn’t it?

Teenage Katsuki is taller, sharper in the jaw, deeper in the voice—but somehow, just as infuriating. He still throws his arm in front of you when debris rains down from a villain’s blow. Still finds your wrist when chaos splits the class apart and hauls you behind him like you’re glass. He doesn't even look back, just mutters, "Tch. You good?"

And when you blink at him, breath caught, words gone…

There it is again—his default line, tossed over a bleeding lip like a lifeline and a death wish all at once:

“How about a kiss?”

Like he doesn’t mean it.

Like it’s always been funny.

You wanted to slap him and cry at the same time. Your hands shook on his shoulders. “You idiot,” you whispered, brushing ash off his cheeks. “You absolute idiot.”

He laughed, short and low and a little too bitter.

But it’s not funny when his palm finds your shoulder longer than it needs to.

It’s not funny when his laugh catches, when he glances away too fast, like he’s afraid he said too much.

And it's definitely not funny when he lies alone on the rooftop some nights, playing every moment back in his head, wondering what would happen if you ever said yes.

Because the truth is—he started asking for kisses when he didn’t know what kisses meant.

But now he does. And it terrifies him.

Because what if you lean in one day and actually give him one?

What if he finally tastes the thing he’s been craving since he was a boy with a busted knee and too much pride?

What if it ruins everything?

So he keeps asking, even when his voice breaks, even when his heart feels like it’s cracking behind his ribs.

Because it’s the only way he gets to pretend.

The only way he gets to say I love you without actually saying it.

Just five words, tossed like a coin into the well of every shared moment:

"How about a kiss, dumbass?"

And if you ever say yes,

God help him.

He won’t ever be the same again.

[esilek]

bestfriend!katsuki says he’d marry you!

you and katsuki are sprawled out together on the couch, watching whatever action movie he had insisted on watching. at one point in the movie, a wedding scene began, and something popped into your head.

without looking away from the tv, “hey katsuki?”

“yeah?”

“who do you think you’re gonna end up with?” you ask.

he shoots you a look. “what’re you talkin’ about?”

“like! i dunno..” you pause, gesturing towards the tv. “like that. who you’ll marry someday.”

he shrugs and says simply: “figured it’d be you. if you don’t marry anyone else.”

you sit up and look at him, shocked. “what? why?”

his face is calm. casual. he looks at you, shrugging. “jus’ know. we already do all that dumb couple shit anyway. easy.”

you pause the tv. “that’s not how it works! it’s a for life commitment? until death do us part! you cant just—”

“it’s practical.” he cuts in. “I’d do all the cookin’, deal with everything, take care of you, then you can do whatever it is you do all day.”

you stare at him. “you’re not serious.”

he looks at you, “why wouldn’t I be? no point in lookin’ for something I already got.”

a nervous energy buzzed through you. “and what? we’d sleep in the same bed?”

he rolls his eyes, “we cuddle all the time, dumbass.”

you chime in. “it’s not the same!”

he smirks as you nod, slowly, barley taking in what he said. he nods back and unpauses the movie, like now its all decided. like its set in stone.

like he already has the ring.

.ᐟ

[ferretzoid]

The end and beginning fade into one.

[lowkeyren]

【崩坏: 星穹铁道2周年生日会】 《无冕之王》 — 虚数男团同人曲 【Honkai: Star Rail 2nd Anniversary】 "Uncrowned King" — Imaginary Boyband Fan Song on bilibili !

[graciesromantics]

Childhood Best Friend!Bakugo who‘s parents basically forced him to be nice to you after you two met. He had already gotten his quirk. You had yet to show signs of one.

Childhood Best Friend!Bakugo who threw dirt in your face one minute and the next shared his goldfish with you.

Childhood Best Friend!Bakugo who called your quirk “lame” when you finally got it.

Childhood Best Friend!Bakugo who expected you to get pissed off by his attitude by some point. You never did.

Childhood Best Friend!Bakugo who started giving guys some really weird looks and some really violent words whenever they looked at you for too long in middle school. You were getting some attention now, but it slowly stopped when people learned about your “guard dog”.

Childhood Best Friend!Bakugo who didn’t expect to see you at the U.A. entrance exam, but wasn’t entirely surprised by it.

Childhood Best Friend!Bakugo who also wasn’t surprised by you actually making it in.

Childhood Best Friend!Bakugo who  managed to spark dating rumors on day one because you were the only person he didn’t yell at. The girls tried to gossip. You tried to shoot it down. He went along with it (said he didn’t care enough to argue, but he loves to argue, so…?)

Childhood Best Friend!Bakugo who kept his eyes on you a little more frequently during battles as the war started to ramp up.

Childhood Best Friend!Bakugo who didn’t ask you out, but he did say that he’d kill you if you died before him. So that was close enough.

a.n. — fully aware that I went completely inactive again, sorry — I’ve had a crazy schedule theses past few months

@graciescott27

[esilek]

bf!katsuki gives you a promise ring!

maybe about half an hour ago, you got a text from katsuki telling you to come over. when you walk into katsukis dorm, and see him sitting on his bed, awkwardly still. weird.

“hey kats!” you greet him like usual.

a pause. “…sit down.”

okay, he’s being scary. you sit down next to him and somethings definitely wrong. he’s quiet. too quiet.

“katsuki? you okay?”

he shifts. “just— let me talk.” he continues on, “you know i’m not good with words and all that sweet talk shit.”

you nod slowly. “yeah..?”

avoiding eye contact, he takes a long breath in. he reaches in his pocket, before be pulls out his hand which now has something in it.

“..got this for you,” he says, opening his hand.

its a box.

a little square velvet box.

you stare at him, wide eyed.

“before you freak out— this ain’t a fuckin’ proposal. it’s a promise ring. open it up,”

you open the box, revealing a ring. it’s a simple one, but fancy. and obviously expensive. katsuki watches you closely, trying to see your reaction.

shocked, “how much was this?”

“don’t worry about it. wanted you to have somethin’ nice.”

you look up at him, glossy eyed. katsuki takes the box from you, taking the ring out before gesturing you to hold your hand out.

he slides the ring onto one of your fingers. he then takes both of your hands into his, his thumb running across your knuckles.

he’s quiet as he’s looking at the ring. he opens his mouth but hesitates like he’s not sure what to say next.

“only gonna say this once, so don’t fuckin’ forget it.” he goes on, “need you to know I ain’t going anywhere. you matter to me, and—fuck—i’m staying. you hear me?”

you smile. big. “katsuki!”

“dont make a big deal out of this shit. just means I plan on marrying you,” he shrugs.

you look down at your hand to see how the ring looks on you. your heart was pounding.

“so, when?”

he cocked his head. “huh?”

clarifying, “when are you gonna propose for real?”

“why the hell are you asking me that now?”

“well, you said it means we’re gonna get married. so, when? soon? in a year—maybe two?”

oh he’s mad. “I don’t have it set on the fuckin calendar! whenever we’re both ready!”

a laugh bubbles up in your throat. “okay okay, fine. thank you though, kats— I love it. love you.”

he shakes his head then smiles with you. “love you too, crazy.”

.ᐟ

[c-monthecob]

"Y/n threw her long blonde hair into a messy bun"

[kaged-animal]

Not me queen

[nemisuki]

"are you two dating?" || katsuki bakugo x f!reader, pure fluff, mha drabbles, 451 word count (◡̀_◡́)ᕤ

If Katsuki had a dollar every time someone asked him that question... he'd be a damn millionaire.

It was beyond aggravating. The constant accusations being thrown at his face, the surprised reactions towards his response—the slight glimmer of teasing in their eyes—everything was fucking irritating.

Especially when there was only one right answer... for now.

He's taking a bite out of his lunch, ignoring the student who approached him as soon as you disappeared to the bathroom, he scoffs, showing absolutely no interest in the conversation at hand, "Not any of yur' damn business. Now move it, extra."

Katsuki assumed the idiot would leave by now, be like one of your other timid admires from afar—all of them not having the balls to approach you—but turns out this one was different, coy even, and it pissed him off.

"Ah I see... then you wouldn't mind if I asked her out, right?"

The blonde freezes mid chomp; crimson eyes darkening, jaw tight, posture suddenly rigid with tension. He's immediately looking over, giving the guy a cold once over before setting his chopsticks down — the silence was deafening.

Katsuki's already standing up, both hands stuffed in his uniform pockets, glaring down at the guy with visible malice, expression eerily harsh that it's honestly terrifying, leaving the coward already trembling with fear.

"Say that shit again. I fucking dare you."

He's rough and unfriendly, clearly hanging onto his last strand of patience—as if he had any to begin with but still—he's vicious, unwavering, all muscle and beyond intimidating... that the other guy scrambles off without another word.

You return a few minutes later, an oblivious smile on your face as you sit back down, resuming to finishing your meal for the entirety of the period, that the bell eventually rings, signaling everyone to exit the cafeteria, the majority leaving with eager footsteps — but not him.

He suddenly holds onto your wrist, steadying you in the crowd of people as you lose your balance. Your breath hitches.

"Some extra came by to ask you out earlier," he begrudgingly admits, seemingly still annoyed at the fresh memory—that's now engraved—in his mind, but nonetheless, giving you the heads up. Your eyes widened. He looks at you, gaze boring into your own, seemingly trying to gauge your reaction, "told the bastard ya' weren't interested."

Your cheeks heat up, unsure of how to respond, looking so dumbfounded that he scoffs, averting his gaze as you two make it in the hallway. He drops your hand the very next second, choosing to walk on ahead, though his warm touch lingered on your skin... just like his next mumbled words — lingered in your heart.

"...cause you deserve better than that weakling."

➤ navigation || @leleyro @skylermiller1 @aikojwhpa @zaiban2989 @qyuin @sunnyalmighty (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)

[denksology]

⁂PERSONAL HEATER⁂

❀ summary: your own heater that talks. (at least it works)

❀ AN: Bakugo would looks like he radiates heat. in many ways. can yall tell I miss the snow (LMAO)

⁑ I feel that during the winter, Katsuki Bakugo would be amazing to be around if it’s freezing in the dorms. Well, besides the complaining that comes with it.

⁑ Snow falling, weather dipping below 30 outside. Inside felt like the ice age had come back. Six people or more hogging the heaters and here you were sat on the couch shaking your way over to the human heater, Bakugo.

⁑ Trying to be sneaky and all didn’t work as your teeth chattered loudly. Loud enough for him to realize what you were doing, but not moving an inch.

⁑ “Tch, don’t even think about it.”

⁑ His gaze staying on the group huddled in front of you two. Another scoot from you. A breath but not a limb moving from him.

⁑ “The heater is over there. Go idiot.”

⁑ As you sink into his side, the heat coming from his body like a furnace. His scent inviting unlike the huff that left his mouth. If anybody tried he would push them away, if you sunk closer he didn’t budge. Just muttered complaints.

⁑ It wasn’t the heater from the store. This one spoke and complained. This one didn’t let others huddle near. Let only you near.

⁑ Your little personal heater. ⁑

[danijaci]

"a new challenger has appeared!" ft. phainon (+mydei)

paypal jus perma limited my account I'm so >:######

taglist:

@blvdmrcnry @melancholiaxiii @tatsuomii @irisflowerarts @viinlz

@fo-love @addictedtohoyoversegames @frostynight0265 @dolleriiina

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@what-was-i-thinking-t-t @monoeve @aelxr @angelasylum00 @rarealienbutt

@hirokasama @scvrletella @thirstysimpacc @phoenixiaxia @thunder-snake

[danijaci]

@4-the-l0ve-0f-art @psychopomp-enthusiast @sadflightlessbirds @li-zayne-wife

@jade1605 @z-cass-z @msun1c0rn @honeyed-simmy @softmigs @seelie-buddy

@arumi-shi @andromeda-gay @harukaboo @hunnieknight @moristhesecond @theirlimerence @liesatemyocean

[majoryeager104]

So we all agree that Katsuki with a yapper s/o is like, solid right?

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“…And that’s how Greenland sharks can live up to five hundred years. Which is wild, right? Like, what are they even doing down there?”

Bakugo nodded, like this was the most normal conversation in the world.

Across the room, Kirishima froze mid-chew.

Denki looked around, mildly panicked. “Is he… okay?”

Sero leaned in, whispering, “He hasn’t snapped once.”

Mina squinted. “He just said ‘yeah’ when they brought up shark teeth. He never just says ‘yeah.’”

Meanwhile, you were perched on the arm of Bakugo’s chair, gesturing wildly as you explained the migratory patterns of mako sharks with the same excitement people saved for lottery wins or surprise birthdays.

“And they’re so fast, like literal torpedoes- if a torpedo had, like, twelve rows of murder teeth.”

Bakugo let out a soft grunt of appreciation. Not mocking. Not annoyed. Just… fond.

You didn’t notice the way the entire common room fell eerily silent. Or how Uraraka physically tugged Iida back into his seat before he could start an interrogation. You were too busy flipping to the next page of your shark book- yes, you brought a whole book- and rambling about how misunderstood nurse sharks were.

Katsuki leaned forward, elbow on his knee, chin in his hand, eyes locked on you like you were reading the secrets of the universe from the inside of a candy wrapper.

“…You done yet?” he asked eventually.

You blinked. “Am I annoying you?”

He snorted. “Nah.”

You softened a little. “I can stop- ”

“Did I say stop?” he muttered, tugging you down onto the couch beside him like it was your idea.

You blinked. He blinked.

And then, casually- so casually- it slipped out of him like a breath.

“Keep talking, dumbass.”

Your smile could’ve lit a city.

Meanwhile, Class A stared in stunned silence.

Denki whispered, “He’s so in love.”

Kirishima nodded solemnly. “He lets them talk about sharks.”

“Greenland sharks,” Mina corrected. “That’s like... peak patience.”

“Do you think they’re hypnotizing him?” Sero whispered.

“No,” Jirou said, watching Bakugo’s quiet smile, “I think he just found someone who makes him wanna listen.”

And maybe that was the scariest thing of all. Not Bakugo’s explosions, or his temper, or his refusal to lose, but the way he let love turn his silence into softness…All because you knew way too much about sharks and its cute as hell. 

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drop your favorite shark in the comments (better be whale sharks 😗)

[windyremedy]

playing matchmakers

pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader

scenario: class a was off on a retreat when they decided that there was no better time to play match makers than now, for their two friends who obviously like each other very much. too bad it only ended up being a colossal of failures.

"alright girls, listen up!"

"boys let's get down to business."

“we all know those two, ahem— heartgoboom. that’s their code name, both like each other correct?"

"our bakubro needs all the help he can get. now he might not say it but everyone with a pair of eyes can see that he has the hots for a certain someone right? everybody who can attest say I—“

“for our plan I was thinking of creating a romantic atmosphere. like getting them to sit next to each other during meal time.”

“my bright idea, heh get it? is to lock them inside the storage room— whose with me?!”

“see it’s all about building up the moment in those unprecedented times making a sure fire way to get them to smooch!“

“then they can totally fuck.”

“if we do this correctly they’ll confess to each other and it’s a mission success!!”

“remember the saying, fuck if we do, fuck if we don’t— let’s fuck!”

“kaminari I don’t think that’s even a saying—“

attempt one: bus ride

maybe you should’ve clocked that a plan was admist but you just didn’t know what it could be. because really for what reason do your classmates have to be cutting you off in the line constantly. mina, tsu, uraraka actually all the girls, heck even koda quietly shuffled infront of you.

honestly you were tethering the edge of snapping so when aoyama ever so dazzlingly went ahead of you, your patience had run thin. about to call him out before you heard shouting from a distance.

“WAIT!!! WAIT BAKUGOU MAN I NEED TO TELL YOU THAT—“ kaminari screamed clinging to the pissed off boy.

“DON’T CARE! DON’T GIVE A SINGLE SHIT! I’M GONNA BE FUCKING LATE SO GET OFF MY DAMN LEG!!”

“PLEASE I HAVE FAMILY!!!!” the electric user desperately yelps.

bakugou only looked at him with a fed up expression.

“WHAT IN THE HELL DOES THAT HAVE TO DO WITH ANYTHING!!???” he yelled before flinging kaminari into the air.

surprisingly he landed near the entrance of the bus and not the stratosphere so you guessed that was good. it would be too bad if someone funny dissapeared like that but then again another person did get ahead of you so maybe not.

turning around you looked at bakugou, sarcastically asking him if he was gonna cut you off too.

“the fuck? no. I’m not gonna get worked up about fucking seats on the bus.” he snaps getting you a little bit riled up because everything was just annoying you at this point.

“well you don’t have to imply that I’m being childish about it.”

“what? I’m not even saying that. why are you so—“

“what? bitchy?”

“no! when the hell did I even say that!!?”

“you were gonna!”

“that isn’t even tru—“

then a constant stream of arguments stemmed from you two as the perpetrators watched the scene. okay maybe they shouldn’t have annoyed you two too much to the point of getting mad at each other as well.

— MISSION FAILED

attempt two: cooking in pairs? no— cooking in despair

after setting up your things in the designated room you shared with hagakure, you quickly unpacked to head outside and help make lunch. everyone got a choice whether they wanted to help cook or clean afterwards and you of course chose the former, not wanting to deal with the messy tables and plates.

“also you’re paired with bakugou by the way!” she exclaimed from where she sat outside the closet.

“really?” you murmured but didn’t question any further since you did miss the role assigning due to needing to use the bathroom.

stepping outside to the bustling kitchen you neared the cutting area. seeing the mountain of vegetables left totally untouched. where was he?

you thought maybe he’d come a little later but he ended up never coming at all which made you extremely frustrated since he was assigned with you to do the task. to y’know help each other but nooo you had to cut every carrot, every tomato, every potato and damn it the onions are making you tear up.

“heya where’s bakugou?” jiro asked nervously looking around.

“I don’t know, maybe he had better things to do than stay here with me of all people.”

before she could reply a group of steps could be heard coming out of the forest. there, were a few of the boys carrying buckets of water that included the one and only bakugou ‘you’re by yourself’ katsuki.

“well, well, well, look whose here.” you uttered with disdain as they came closer.

the blonde looked at you in confusion and the audacity of it was unreal. since you zeroed in only him you didn’t notice the others with nervous grins and doomed expressions.

“what’s wrong now?” he asked firmly but never with his typical bark even when he’s yelling, not with you.

“nothing. just thought that it could’ve nice if you came and helped me cut some of these up.” you answered sarcastically, annoyance evident in your face.

“so you need help? you could’ve said so. didn’t need to be a brat about it.” he replied in a banterly manner, going to stand next to you but that honestly only made you angrier.

“the nerve of you pisses me of— ugh! you do the rest yourself!!” you yelled before stomping away.

“the fuck just happened.” he muttered staring at your disappearing figure.

the rest could only sigh in defeat while glaring at kaminari who failed to switch with bakugou.

— MISSION FAILED

attempt three: right— no wrong!

after the warm meal what better way to cool off than to take a dip in the nice and refreshing river. putting on your school approved swimsuit you joined the others who were gearing up to play chicken fight.

“oh— whose joining?” you asked after being pulled next to Hagakure near the water.

“all the girls and a couple of the boys! here pick a stick.”

staring at the few multi colored sticks inside the cup you glanced a little longer at the orange colored one. huffing at the fact that you still picked it despite being currently mad at him.

“HOLD ON!!” screamed momo from a few steps away.

“yes?” you wondered, surprised at her unusual outburst.

“I— well ah….so…the thing is….nevermind.” she whispered not wanting to blow their scheme.

right.

turning to look for your partner you saw the boys huddled up and separating, seeming to be done choosing. from what you could see the one with the same color as you was none other than ojiro which you guess wasn’t bad. just not what you were aiming for.

on the other hand the blonde you did want— not that you would admit, who surprisingly even joined was with cheeks as he so annoyingly calls. now that you’re thinking about it everyone gets a deprecating nickname and she gets something cute?! you get it, she really is but damn it didn’t help your growing envy.

even more so when he seemed hellbent on getting your team to lose. with everyone cheering as they won in the end with him looking so smug. as if he successfully achieved his mission.

probably to show off to uraraka.

fuck.

— MISSION FAILED

attempt four: whose your crush?

still upset with him you actively avoided being near him during the night’s bonfire. choosing to sit next to mina instead who brought up playing the ever so popular game of truth or dare.

“so who wants to go first?” she asked cheerfully, glancing at two targets in particular before excitedly announcing bakugou’s name.

“truth or dare?”

“truth.” he answered not even hesitating, probably cause it was the fastest to complete than some dare.

“describe your crush in one word.” she grinned evilly, palms excitedly holding each other.

he took one deep breath, leaning his head up towards the sky. drink a few inches away from his lips that uttered words in a tone different from what they usually hear.

“real fucking cute.”

well that just about sealed your hopes, subconsciously shutting down what’s happening around, not realizing it was your turn.

you really didn’t want to play any games right now but you’re not gonna let bakugou of all people dictate your ability to have fun.

“truth.” you decided, not wanting to do anymore kind of physical labor.

the pink hero hummed as of thinking of a question but immediately bites the bullet.

“who do you like?”

silence fell upon the chatters of your classmate, fire cracking ever so softly. each person on the edge of their seats at your reply.

“I don’t know anymore.” you replied solemnly, which didn’t go unnoticed by the red eyed boy who you made quick eye contact with before looking away.

“oh, well that’s okay! why don’t you ask someone else now?”

“no it’s alright, someone else can have my turn.” you nodded getting up from the log.

“I need to take a breather for a minute.”

with that you left with a certain blonde right at your tail.

“we totally fucked up.” kaminari spoke out loud, the girls looking at him in disagreement.

“we? you were supposed to get him to swap with you on time and they were supposed to be together during the meal preparation!!”

“oh don’t pin the blame on us! whose good idea was it to get them annoyed this morning?!”

“as if it wasn’t you that didn’t tell ojiro about the plan!”

“we didn’t know orange was also his favorite color!!!!”

“that’s no excuse—“

and so a long argument ensued between everybody involved. going back and forth for most of the starry night, leaving the desired pair to deal with the mess unknowingly caused by them.

man, were they shit matchmakers.

— MISSION FAILED

final attempt: the truth

on everything you held dear you tried your best to ignore him calling your name multiple times but you were just so over it all.

“what do you want?” you asked, voice devoid of any warmth.

“tell me what I did wrong.” he spoke honestly, tone holding no kind of anger but a semblance of fear and vulnerability.

but you didn’t reply, feet digging firmly to the soft blades of the grass underneath.

“is it because I like you?”

both of your hands that was wrapped around your shoulders as well as your heart dropped— instantly beating as fast as a bullet train.

“are you sure? cause you have a weird way of showing it.” you grimaced.

his face twisted to a confused look, stepping a little closer to where you were.

“can you tell me the times on how I made you feel that way?” he asked softly, patience almost a hundred percent not given to no one else.

“well first of all this morning you were annoyed at me.”

“I wasn’t. that damned pikachu just put me in a sour mood.”

“I guess he does that often to you. but you also left me to cut most of the vegetables when you were assigned to do it with me.” you reasoned warily.

“what?” he asked, stilling in his spot.

“oh don’t act like you weren’t— hagakure told me so!”

“well she was dead wrong because I was assigned on water duty.”

“what?”

“yeah but that trio of dumbasses kept bothering me to— they kept bothering me to switch with that zappy idiot.” he answered almost like he came to a revelation.

“then what about during the water fight? you were definitely targeting me!”

“only because I didn’t want you on tails’ shoulder as long as you already have.”

“well you described your crush just a couple minutes ago.”

“yeah.” he nodded looking at your pouty face, eyes wobbling near close to tears.

“you said they were cute.” you said sharply, eyes finally meeting his gaze that was fully set on you.

“you are.” he said as if it was a world known fact.

“what?”

“who did you think I was talking about?”

“It’s not uraraka?” you asked to confirm.

“no dumbass. it’s always been you.” he answered pulling you in his arms.

“you’re the dummy!” you yelled sinking further in his chest.

“we can be dumb together then.” he murmured as he rest his chin on top of your head.

the moment being serene and peaceful until a soft cheer could be heard from the bushes.

“woohoo.”

“shut up—“

“can you get new friends?” bakugou asked, eyes shut firmly with a familiar frown.

“I’m sure they mean well.” you muttered, smiling slightly.

“aren’t we your friends too bakubro?!”

“NOT AFTER THE BULLSHIT YOU ALL PULLED— ALMOST MADE ME LOSE MY DAMN GIRL!! FUCK OFF!” he scowled, turning to the culprits as he aimed with his hand burning a familiar glow.

“BAKUGOU NO— WE’RE SORRY!!”

boom.

— MISSION SUCCESS

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