You and Izuku rarely fights. You barely even fight because before something escalates he's already over explaining something, definitely afraid that you will misunderstand it.
Though there was actually a time where you two fought. And boy, it scared the hell out of him.
Working overtime isn't a rare occurrence in your line of work. Sometimes you make Izuku's heart worry to the core that he'll wait outside your office, urging you to finish quickly. It's one of those nights, except right now, Izuku is not on your sight. You looked at your phone and received nothing. You called him but it says he's out of service.
Frustrated, you try to understand him and go home, half expecting he'll be there, probably knocked out after working as both a hero and a teacher at U.A.
Yet when you stepped in your house. No trace of Izuku fresh from work or at home was visible. The light is still off that you, yourself needed to turn it on.
Plopping into the couch you took a deep sigh.
'come on (name) It's not like something to stress for, right?'
You are hopeful that he's probably out of mission or he's just running late due to school work.
You're about to call his friends or perhaps Mr. Aizawa in case he's still somewhere or overslept there when there happens to be a knock on your door.
Almost immediately you stand up and open it, expecting your husband with a tired face and in his work clothes saying, 'I'm home' and a set of apologies. Yet none of them came true.
The moment you open the door, you are welcomed by the sight of Bakugou and Kirishima, holding each of Izuku's arms in their neck. The greenette was so out of it, a reddish face and a hint of dizziness was flowing into him. There was a smell of alcohol on him.
Your hands clasps closer to your chest as Kirishima immediately explain while Bakugou proceeds to go to you and Izuku's shared bed, dropping Izuku like he's the heaviest thing ever, muttering how he's never doing it again.
"Oh, I'm sorry about that (name), we called him out for a drink a little bit, I uh, never expected he'll be lightweight", you can only smile meekly at Kirishima as you bid them a goodbye and gratitude while seeing them through the door.
"Tell that idiot charge his phone next time, can't even call you cause it was dead", Bakugou muttered which made you only nodded. What were you about to say anyway?
Sensing that you're not in the mood for more talk, they hurriedly leave as you were left to tend to you sleeping drunk husband.
You stare at him for a moment before beginning to help him change his clothes, not bothering to wake him up anymore.
You, were not angry. Just disappointed.
You don't know what to feel. Part of you is grateful he's finally home, and part of you wanted to be angry cause he's home but in this state.
You don't mind that he's drunk, but you kinda hope that it shouldn't have been today. Not when you're tired and already stressing from work. It's like you're overstimulated over the happenings that you can't help but to tear up a little bit. You're...just too tired for this.
The next day, Izuku woke up with a throbbing pain in his head. He noticed that he's finally home and began to remember what had happened. When he came from work, happened to bump into Bakugou and Kirishima who invited him to try a new sake Kirishima brewed himself. And then...and then what?!
He immediately get up, almost falling in the bed as he was searching for you, he tap the bed side right beside him and realized it was cold, too cold for him to realize you didn't sleep beside him that night!
"Love?", he asked as he looked around, you're not in the bathroom. You're not in the living room. You're also not in the other room. But he saw the slight rummages in it's bed meaning that this is probably where you have slept last night.
He took a deep breath. Fuck. He messed up.
He began searching for his phone, calling you, only to find it inside the house getting charged. Where were you? Are you at work? No, it's still to early.
Did you left him?
He's already muttering and overthinking about the possibilities now. You have slept in the other room, are you mad? Angry? Do you want a divorce?!
His guts is telling him to look for you. Just as he was about to put on his shoes, the door opened.
There you are. In your casual clothes carrying groceries from the farmers market in the nearby street. You saw him stressing out, in his muttering bubble until he realized you were there.
No one speak. The silence is so loud that he can hear his own heart beating.
"A-are you gonna divorce me now?", is what comes from his mouth almost immediately.
You tilted your head before taking a deep sigh,"here's an ingredient for a hungover soup. Cook it for yourself".
So you're divorcing him!
"Love, I'm sorry, I won't drink again, I won't touch any alcohol. I won't be making you mad. I won't—", you shush him by slamming the ingredients on the counter, quite louder than necessary making him flinch.
"I'm not angry...just disappointed. The last thing I expected last night after working overnight was my husband getting carried by his friends because he was too drunk to even walk", your back was facing him as you were speaking while opening the faucet, making something for breakfast as he was behind, listening intently.
"I'm...sorry", is all he can say. Nothing that he can think of, justify his action. He thinks the mistake was solely on him so the only thing that he can think off was to apologize.
This is your first fight as a married couple so he's still hesitating how to navigate without disappointing you even more or how to make it so it wont sound like he's just saying something to ease his image in your eyes.
You turn off the faucet, patting your hands dry as you slowly looked back.
"Was that...too much of me?", you asked. He immediately shook his head, "no, you're certainly right, I was careless, hell, I was... hopeless and you have every right to be disappointed on me".
He slowly moves closer, his green orbs full of regret and kindness as he pulls your hands into his chest.
He can't look at you without guilt, so he stares at you with them on. Attempting to speak without crying. As if saying to himself to man up. But he can't help it. He still shed tears.
"I'm really sorry love, I'm sorry", he speak it like a mantra as you just smile in understanding at how hopeless he looked. He looked so good in everything that even in tears his beauty doesn't diminish in your eyes.
"I know you are sorry, I understand", he cried even more as you just chuckles as you opens your arms for him.
"Come're", he immediately dive in to your warmth. Putting his head on your neck as you patted his green locls and his still sobbing shoulder.
He mutters about not drinking again. Not doing things that'll disappoint you. But all of those words keep passing on your other ears as you are slowly covered in warmth as he speaks.
"You can still drink on special occasions you know", but he immediately shook his head that's still in the crook of your neck.
"I won't drink again. Ever."
Truth to his words, he never did it again.
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Been exploring different genres lately. I think it paid off when I was able to find some amazing Izuku fanfiction. All hail Izuku! All hail! And all hail you all authors who are cooking scrumptious Izuku fanfics. I love y'all.
you vaguely comprehend the words from under you, as your hips grinds onto his in slow and deep circles. you almost think you misheard it, mind unable to focus on anything other than his thick cock that you're sitting on, the tip hitting a spot so deep inside, your eyes nearly roll to the back of your head.
until one of his hands releases your hips, grabbing your own that was braced on his bare chest and dragging it up to palm his cheek.
"slap me," izuku repeats himself, voice tight but encouraging. looking up at you with heated green eyes, flushed cheeks, and sweat dripping down the side of his temples.
your hips slow down as you sputter out a "w-what?" but his hand only grips onto yours harder, a plead spoken with the very scars on his skin. with a roughness that contrasts the sweet smile he throws your away.
"do it," izuku says, eyes gleaming. "it's okay. i want you to."
you don't give yourself time to think before your hand pulls back and smacks him across the face, a sharp crack in the air. and you can feel his cock jolting inside your pussy at the sudden contact, pulsing in the aftermath.
you try your best to ignore the heat crawling in your belly as you observe him closely, unable to see his eyes covered by his tousled hair that flung at the impact.
"no way," you hear him whisper, and your stomach drops.
it wasn't the hardest you could've slapped him, maybe at a 60%? but you can still feel your hand tingling and his face is so red and shit, was he just messing around with you—
izuku laughs. and your eyes widen at the sound, watching as he slowly rolls his head back, peering up at you with glassy, heavy-lidded eyes. you whimper when he suddenly rolls his hips up and god, you don't know how but you can feel him growing. bigger and harder.
"is that all you got, baby?" he says lightly, almost cooing. chuckling through it all. grabbing your hand again and kissing the center of your stinging palm, before raising it to his cheek again.
you gulp when you see the color of his irises. so dark with need and desire, that the color practically borders on obsidian.
"again," izuku urges you sweetly. dare you say it, gently.
and your stomach flips when a smile stretches across his face. a sugary sweet smile paired with hearts practically dancing in his eyes as he says,
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➤ tw : body image/dysmorphia
You were never the type of girl to dress up in revealing clothing, much less put on heavier makeup—there was nothing wrong with it by any means—comfortability just played a larger factor in your day to day life.
Or maybe it was your insecurities creating such a habit, the hesitance of being all dolled up in public, a place already filled with beautiful people, that leaves you reluctant to even try, not even attempting to get close to their standards.
As much as people try denying it, spouting empty messages online about 'self-love', it doesn't change the fact that being a chubbier female, in a looks-based society, will always come with it's downsides.
You're treated differently compared to someone who fits societal standards, often blending into the background at group events, as everyone's eyes are on the main stars, the pretty ones that shine so brightly that it leaves the rest of you in their shadows.
Overtime, you've grown used to being on the sidelines, silently watching as people walk up to the leading heroines, striking up conversations in hopes to sweep them off their feet, but never you, because the supporting characters don't get the spotlight... right?
"What damn drink do you want, hah?" the unfamiliar blonde scoffs.
It's your first time meeting him at this party, and even you have to admit, the boy is a little intimidating but incredibly handsome, he's a friend of a friend, no shocker there, after all, pretty people always manage to stick together.
You silently watch as he asks your friend if they wanted something, while the others take the opportunity to shout out different requests.
He rolled his eyes at the numerous yells, yet listened nonetheless, you honestly wondered if he was always like this, grumpy but still clearly caring about his friends.
You didn't say anything, assuming you've blended into the background once more, you wouldn't blame him even if so, that's just how it always is.
He walks away only to return a few minutes later with a handful of caffeinated drinks, begrudgingly handing them out with a frown. Your too busy focusing on random people to notice him approaching, handing a sprite to your friend who's sitting beside you and then—
"Oi," the blonde grumbles, breaking you out of your little daydream and looking over, and much to your surprise, offering you a can of soda, "you didn't say what you wanted so don't complain, yeah?"
His red eyes felt like they were piercing into your own, and you had to stop yourself from staring in disbelief, slowly taking the drink from his hands as you shyly mumbled a little, "thank you."
He grunts and walks back to his seat, not bothering to say anything else, and despite his blunt words, you have to admit that was certainly nice of him, you didn't think he'd even notice...
You crack open the can, taking small sips as your gaze returns back to the surrounding cast of people, your heart feeling a bit lighter compared to a few seconds ago.
Completely oblivious to a certain blonde that's staring at you from afar, who's been noticing you ever since you took a seat, internally wondering why the hell you're so damn quiet, and looking entirely detached from the surrounding conversations.
It's the same the next time he sees you, the same group hanging out at his house, all of the idiots squealing and squirming as they play mario kart — except for you.
You're sitting on the couch beside Katsuki, per usual in a little daydream, fidgeting with the cuff of your hoodie and mindlessly biting the inside of your cheek, feeling a bit hungry after a few hours of non stop gaming.
And he immediately notices, frankly feeling a bit bored himself, so he gets up, grumbling a small "i'll be back" that's only heard by you in the midst of the chaos.
You nod in his direction, assuming he's off to the bathroom, who knows?
The blonde doesn't know why you got him all curious, why his legs are moving over to the damn kitchen, why you have him whipping up an assortment of treats, why he's silently anticipating your reaction when he gets back, it's fucking stupid yet he's here, impatiently waiting for this ramen to cook.
And after a suspicious amount of time away, he finally makes it back, placing a tray of homemade smores and chocolate covered strawberries on the table, to which everyone quickly digs into, offering cheesy bright smiles to his thoughtfulness, making him roll his eyes.
But that wasn't all.
"Here," he huffs, solely offering you a bowl of delicious looking ramen, a sight that has your mouth watering in an instant, the smell of perfectly balanced seasoning soothing your previous hunger.
Your eyes slightly widened, but nonetheless reached out, fingers barely brushing against his, sending a shiver down both of your spines.
The meal honestly looked restaurant worthy, the garnishes on top strategically placed, but you assumed he simply enjoyed being in the kitchen, which he did of course, but today was different.
He would never outright admit it, but he wanted to impress you... just a little.
You smile warmly as he sits beside you, "thank you bakugo..."
The blonde pauses for a moment, studying your happier expression as you took the first bite, your eyes practically lighting up at the taste, humming with awe at the mix of noodles and warm broth, it felt... nice.
"Uwahhh—! It's so good! I've never had anything like it!"
He's visibly taken aback by your sudden enthusiasm, not used to you speaking so hyper, not used to the way you look at him with stars in your eyes... and he liked it.
An odd feeling began forming in his chest, cheeks dusting in a soft pink as he quickly averted his gaze, "y-yeah... it's nothing, i'm damn good at everything!"
You cheerfully take bite after bite, unable to comprehend how he can get such a flavor, unaware to the way he subtly glances at your delighted expression, and the way you nibble away on the noodles, specks of seasoning scattered all across your mouth and puffy cheeks, a sight that has him staring for longer than necessary.
It was cute— wait what—?!
The blonde shakes his head, going back to his usual grumpy self as he takes a bite of his own noodles, scowling as the others begin questioning why you two are the only ones with ramen.
He scrambles for an excuse, sending them a empty glare, "because she's the only one who actually has manners! now eat yur' damn snacks and stop being greedy!"
All of them pout and whine, only making the blonde frown with mild irritation, it's only temporary however, when he hears you giggling beside him, the sound so foreign yet not entirely un-welcomed.
If anything, causing butterflies to form in his stomach, which is where the ramen is supposed to be, not some feeling that's warm and tingly!
And it was at that moment where he realized... that he just might be more intrigued by you then he'd like to admit.
So eventually, after a few weeks pass by, you begin to notice how frequently the blonde lingered around, often suggesting his house for the group hangouts, much to everyone's surprise, all collectively assuming Katsuki has officially gone soft — which he denies constantly with empty threats and insults.
But in reality, he's coming up with any minor excuse to be around you, the girl who's always in a little daydream, silently observing from the sidelines. And at this point, he's desperate for a conversation, purposefully giving you the best snacks or 'accidentally' bumping into you as you exit the bathroom.
Anything for a mere glance or one of those pretty smiles.
He hated this feeling; like his heart was gonna burst whenever you were around, he hated how happy he got when you complimented his cooking, he hated how you didn't talk enough for his liking, and worst of all, he hated how pretty you looked with no makeup and mere lounge wear, he hated it all... because no one should be allowed to be that damn pretty.
So when he takes notice of you stepping outside for a moment, likely for some fresh air, leaning against the railing of his balcony while the others play video games, he subtly follows close behind, casually draping his zip-up hoodie over your shoulders as you shiver at a particularly cold breeze.
You look at him with a shy smile, "thanks," it's odd, these little actions of his... you didn't want to give yourself false hope but, could you really consider this a mere friendly gesture?
You would be lying if you said that he didn't make your heart race, recently taking notice of his stares, noticing how he acted more protective over you then the rest, despite knowing you for the least amount of time, he was always watching.
Always gentle.
Always.
He nods, trying to ignore the way his heart is racing at the close proximity—along with the sight of you in his clothes—he attempts to play it cool, looking up at the night sky, "you're... always so quiet, why is that, huh?"
It's a question he's had for a while now, and after admiring you from afar, he's taken notice of some odd habits you've had, like at times, it looks like you have stuff to say, but never really act on it.
And it irks him to no end — the deprivation of your voice.
You're visibly taken aback for a moment, wondering what to say as you cling onto his hoodie, the smell of mint and cologne easing any bubbling nerves; maybe that's why you answer him, feeling a sense of peace whenever he's around, because Katsuki Bakugo is a kind human being, despite all the blunt words and phrases.
"I guess I got used to it... most people just talk to my friends, you know? I kinda just fade in the background."
His brows furrow, looking back at you with contemplation, "just cause yur' a little introverted?"
You shake your head, gaze falling upon some fireflies that float around you two, "well— maybe a little but... people just talk to you more.. when you're pretty..."
He freezes, clearly not at all expecting such a deep answer, the dots suddenly connecting as he recalls every moment he noticed something strange; you didn't see yourself the way he did.
And it hurts more than he'd like to admit.
Katsuki moves without thinking, grabbing a hold of your arm to spin you around, forcing you to meet his determined gaze. He can hear the way your breath hitches, see the way your eyes widen, and feel the way you tense under his touch.
"Bakugo what—" you begin but quickly shut up. his fierce gaze is unyielding, firm and unbelievably sincere, that it leaves you beyond speechless.
"I don't know what the fuck people have told you in the past, and I don't give a damn what others say, but your appearance doesn't dictate if you're a good fucking human being!" he huffs out loud, absolutely furious, not towards you, never towards you, but to whatever bastards printed that stupid assumption into your brain — that you weren't enough.
The honesty in his voice has your eyes watering before you know it, has you biting your inner cheek to hold back tears, years of built of insecurities and pain threatening to overflow the more he speaks.
His heart lurches at the way your eyes grow glossy in the moonlight, your fingernails digging into your palm in hopes the pain will overcome the feeling of sorrow.
He's angry, angry at himself for not noticing sooner, angry at the world for damaging such a gentle soul—who's done absolutely no wrong—angry at everyone who muttered a single insult on your name, just because you don't fit into society's idiotic standards.
But he doesn't stop speaking, doesn't even flinch, because he refuses for you to continue believing such lies, not anymore, not when—
"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever known, inside and out, and I fucking hate that you aren't even aware of it. It pisses me off that some extras made you think otherwise, because if it were up to me...." he gently cups your cheek, wiping away at a single stray tear, crimson eyes softening at the sight of your trembling lips.
"You'd be the standard to all things beautiful in this world."
Your unable to remember the last time you've cried so hard, maybe it was the first time you looked in the mirror, noticing the physical differences between you and the other kids—the extra skin on your stomach and cheeks—recalling the teasing at school from such a young age that made you cry on the playground.
And now you're weeping in the arms of Bakugo Katsuki, whose soothingly rubbing circles across your back, going against every idea you've heard growing up — showing you that love truly can be unconditional.
You fully sink into his chest as he cages you in, protectively holding you in a warm embrace, sheltering you from all things bad in this world, allowing you a moment of peace as you sob into his hug.
It felt like a dream, someone heard you, someone noticed, and someone cared, all in a single human being.
"...i-im sorry, i—" you sniffle, unable to finish.
He shakes his head, giving your waist a little squeeze, reassuring you with gentle touches, "don't be, idiot... it's not your fault that others don't know how to love you..."
Another sniffle, "if only I met you sooner..." you cling to him, the little girl from your childhood coming out in full force, bawling your eyes out in front of a boy who's already healing every invisible scar, pain that he didn't cause, but something he'd certainly cure with a matter of time.
If you'd let him.
"it... r-really doesn't bother you...? there are prettier girls out there... thinner... more outgoing...."
He tightens his hold on you, already giving you his answer with a single squeeze, the air around you both seemingly lighter, much like your heart, and you're scared to let go, scared that this feeling of happiness is merely temporary.
Because people like you don't get happy endings... right?
"Tch, looks or weight don't matter to me, i didn't... i didn't fall in love with you because of that dumbass..."
Your eyes widened at his words, swallowing another cry that threatened to escape your mouth, you just couldn't believe it.
He seems to notice and slightly pulls back, cupping your cheeks into his larger palms, crimson eyes piercing back into your glossy ones, "I like you. Not because you're pretty, not because you're smart but because you make me feel alive."
Katsuki leans closer, voice toning down into a soft whisper, tenderly cradling your face as he presses a variety of gentle kisses on your face.
"I," one on your temple, "Like," one one your nose, "You," and finally... one on your—
His gaze interlocks with yours, holding a silent message behind those stunning red orbs, you sniffle, smiling softly to your next words, slowly leaning in to close the distance, "I like you too..."
Both of your eyes flutter close at the sensation, breaths mingling together, lips moving against one another in a soft exchange, motivated by nothing less than pure devotion and affection.
It's tender and warm, just how you've imagined, if not more.
He's slowly pulling away after a moment, wiping away at the tears that linger against your skin, keeping you close with a rare soft smile, clearly not planning to let go any time soon.
Not until you understand just how beautiful you are, no matter how many years it'll take, but it's okay, you just need a reminder — he'll always remind you.
"Plus... the more skin, the more there is too love."
a/n ||| hi my beautiful flowers! wow this one was kinda intense but i hope u all enjoyed it, i hope my writing could uplift some of you who suffer with body image and self-love, as i myself struggle with these thoughts too, i love u all, ur all beautiful and be kinder to yourself today hehe... now time for me to go, plus ultra! ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ
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you're mine || katsuki bakugo x gn!reader, pure fluff, mha drabbles, aged up, jealous bkg, 1.4k word count (◡̀_◡́)ᕤ
chef!bakugo would go ballistic when his rival across the street—tries stealing his most loyal customer.
the man is furiously wiping down the dirtied pots and pans, grumbling multiple versions of 'die! die! die!' to the specks of germs that scatter across the metal surfaces.
honestly... his employees could only squeak out a small bye as they clock out for the night, all used to his usual routine for the closing shift.
katsuki was certainly a overachiever. hell, he owned the damn place. he didn't even need to be there, but to him—a proper boss should always be present. and plus, there was no one in japan who could cook better than him. absolutely no one.
hence, he was the only chef—himself, in his very own establishment.
so with an almost perfect rating online—ignoring the only critiques being about his supposed temper—it was safe to say, he was confident in his culinary abilities, especially with the large number of returning customers taken into account.
and speaking of loyal customers...
he switches off the sink, scanning around the dim-lit restaurant for a particular someone, but is met with nothing. katsuki frowns, already digging into his pocket for his phone—until his gaze pauses on something, no, someone through the window.
you're across the street, all bundled up—plush scarf and all, yet still becoming a victim to the chilly breeze outside.
it's clear that you're freezing, and it doesn't take the blonde more than ten seconds to head towards the stove, already whipping up some homemade hot chocolate as he anticipates your presence.
with his back facing the door, the man waits for the little bell to ring, singling your weekly approach... but it never comes.
his brows furrow, turning around once more to see what's the damn hold up, but what he sees next—has his eye twitching before he knows it. he grits his teeth, fists clenching as he storms outside, not even bothering about putting on a jacket.
not when he can see the way that bastard is talking to you, calmly offering you some of their hot chocolate, no doubt to warm your freezing limbs, and hand out free samples at the same time. yeah, no, not on his watch.
"oi—! the hell do ya' think yur' doing, hah?!" the blonde shouts, glaring daggers into the other guy's skull as he approaches, and rightfully standing beside you. the salesman visibly flinches, a new trainee from the looks of it, poor guy...
your eyes widened, "b-bakugo-san?! what are you doing out here?! and what the—where's your coat?! it's freezing! ah—"
the words die in your throat as katsuki grasps your hand, tugging you along to follow him back to his shop—where you truly belong—but not before giving his new arch nemesis a childish retort.
"this one is mine, ya hear?! talk to them again and your boss will be hearing from me!"
thump thump. thump thump. thump thump.
you stumble along the pavement, left unbelievably speechless as he ushers you inside the warm interior, the nearby fireplace offering you some much needed heat from the chilly outdoors.
you could only halt as katsuki snatches the sample cup out of your hands, crimson gaze boring into the brown contents as he gives it a quick whiff.
he visibly grimaces, scoffing like he's just discovered a crime within the food and beverage industry itself, "they obviously used some cheap chocolate bar instead of ones with higher cacao in it—and it's reheated crap at best, lazy bastards..."
you sheepishly smile, noticing his eyes snap up to meet yours with a look of displeasure all over his face, gaze calculating and intense, "hah—! don't tell me you were actually gonna drink this mediocre garbage?!"
"what—i—of course not!" you retort, waving your hands around in a jumbling panic, "but i just didn't want to be mean!!!"
he clicks his tongue, practically storming off into the kitchen with grumpy stomps, and marching away like a little kid throwing a tantrum, "hmph, 'course you didn't..."
you sigh, slowly peeling off your jacket to hang on the nearby coat rack as you look around with curiosity. because you couldn't help but notice... that for some odd reason, katsuki always seems to let you inside even after closing hours.
sure, he was a little prickly—but you knew that underneath all that gruffness... he truly did care about his customers. you only assumed you were the exception because he was aware of your late shifts at work, but in reality, it went way beyond simple hospitality,
you were too dense to realize it though—and it was slowly killing him.
bakugo returns a few moments later, grumbling a small "here" as he shoves a cup of his hot chocolate right in front of you, the rich aroma making your mouth water in an instant.
it looked nothing like those 'cheap' samples from across the street, something about it... felt more enticing, as if made with purpose.
you smile, taking a seat on one of the counter stools, and sighing with relief at the first sip, the heated liquid making your body defrost from the inside out.
it was like nothing you've ever tasted before. who could've guessed that such a stubborn man like katsuki would be so good in the kitchen?
"it tastes amazing, bakugo-san—"
he clicks his tongue, not even allowing you to finish that sentence, "thought i told ya' to drop the formalities already, it's bakugo, dammit..."
you giggle, "sorry, sorry! force of habit."
the blonde grunts, already serving you some ramen that he clearly pre-prepared before your arrival. and that single gesture alone... made you smile, "i really wasn't going to drink it, you know? their hot chocolate, i mean."
katsuki's concentration doesn't falter, not even when he's carefully garnishing the meal with green onion, pickled ginger, and some soft-boiled eggs. all toppings he's sure you'd chow down in a matter of seconds, "i know that, dumbass."
you tilt your head at his confident response, confusing dawning upon you, "but—i don't understand—then why did you seem so mad earlier?"
he places the 5-star looking dish in front of you, expression oddly mild despite earlier events. he frowns, "you had ears back there, didn't you? figure it out yourself."
"ah—wait a minute!"
you could only pout as he turned his back to you, steadily moving towards the kitchen to clean up the last few appliances. your eyes glance down to the beautifully decorated ramen, gaze softening at each bite—it was amazing per usual, but...
his words just now...
your brows furrow, trying to recall anything that stood out to you from earlier's encounter. there was nothing out of the norm—except… well… wait : "this one is mine, ya hear?! talk to them again and your boss will be hearing from me!"
you practically jump out of your seat, eyes blown wide as you suddenly connect the dots; the overprotectiveness, him letting you stay after hours—it all made sense now, you just couldn't believe it.
he actually—?!
the heat beneath your cheeks doesn't lessen as you immediately rush over, walking towards the 'employees only' area with timid footsteps. you knock. you don't have too, not when you could walk right in but...
footsteps are heard through the other side of the door, the familiar—a pretty shade of blonde coming into view seconds later. he peers down at you, "tsk, what do you want now— mph?!!!"
you practically throw yourself at him, arms nervously wrapped around his waist, face buried against his chest. you didn't really have a plan in mind—so this would have to do for now.
his eyes nearly bulge out of his sockets, face flushing bright red at the close contact, "o-oi! the hell do you think yur' doin'?! let go, dammit!"
the man tries peeling you off, unsure of what the fuck just clouded your better judgement. but when he can feel your quickening heartbeat against his chest—the shaky rhythm of your pulse? he freezes.
"t-the ramen... doesn't taste that good when you aren't around..." you mumble, voice as faint as a whisper, fingers gripping the sides of his attire—afraid to let go.
he doesn't say anything, not for a while at least. until his hands awkwardly pat your head, averting his gaze elsewhere, though his flushed expression gives him away entirely.
honestly, you're one step closer to getting a heart attack at this rate. especially at his next few words.
"fucking took you long enough... dummy."
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69. ᗯᕼᗩT ᗩ KᒪᑌTᘔ — The five year old refuses to admit he has a crush on his clumsy classmate, yet he still couldn't control his jealousy when it came to you (1.1k words, f!reader, fluff)
68. ᖇIᑎG ᑭOᑭ ᒪOᐯE — He never understood your dumb jokes, but when you pretended to propose with a piece of candy... he felt his heart stir at the sight (1.3k words, f!reader, fluff)
67. ᑎEᗯ ᖴᖇIEᑎᗪ — As an experienced pirate, he never would've expected to have a mermaid companion join his voyage across the never ending seas (540 words, f!reader, fluff)
66. ᗷᒪIᑎᗪEᗪ ᖴOE — He's always noticed you staring at him whenever you two walked by each other, but what's with the constant glare on your stupid face (1.7k words, f!reader, fluff)
65. ᑎIGᕼTᒪY ᗷᒪᑌES — You didn't even have the courage to go to class, but that's okay, because he is here to take care of you (2.7k words, f!reader, angst, comfort fic, happy ending)
64. ᗷOO — It’s not your fault you wanted to spend time with your werewolf boyfriend instead of staying at that festival, or maybe… you’re just a tad bit clingy (2.7k words, f!reader, fluff)
63. ᗰᗩᖇᖇY ᗰE ᗪᗩᗰᗰIT — A young barbarian was fiercely determined to finally make you his, and like hell he'd let have anyone else have you, psh... hell no (280 words, f!reader, fluff)
62. ᑎEEᗪIEST — You couldn’t help but to be a teeniest bit clingy with your tsundere boyfriend, it's not your fault that you wanted to hold his hand again (texting smau, gn!reader, fluff)
61. SᗩY IT ᑭᒪEᗩSE — Your classmates finally start a band but the main drummer is your favorite, so ofc you'd make a sign when attending their first concert (texting smau, gn!reader, fluff)
60. ᕼIS OTᕼEᖇ ᕼᗩᒪᖴ — You're complete opposites in every way possible, so it's not a shocker that everyone is caught off guard when you first started dating (949 words, f!reader, fluff)
59. ᑕᗩTᗩSTᖇOᑭᕼE — As a werewolf, he wasn't sure why his bunny neighbor seemed immune to his cold demeanor, and since when did you have siblings huh (751 words, f!reader, fluff)
58. YOᑌ'ᖇE ᗰIᑎE — Like hell he'd let his rival across the street steal his most loyal customer, aka you, he was the best chef in the whole damn city (1.4k words, gn!reader, fluff)
57. ᗩ ᒪITTᒪE TEᗩSE — It was always amusing to see his reaction whenever you shamelessly eyed him down, who knew he could've been flustered so easily (715 words, f!reader, fluff)
56. ᗷᒪOOᗰIᑎG ᒪOᐯE — This was never supposed to be more then a one day visit... turns out the florist was just too damn pretty for him to ignore (2.1k words, gn!reader, fluff)
55. ᖇEKIᑎᗪᒪEᗪ ᒪOᐯE — Who would've thought that you could still be friends with your ex, or maybe he just wants you back… guess the feelings mutual (353 words, gn!reader, fluff)
54. OᑎᒪY ᗰIᑎE — Your neighbor gets jealous after seeing someone at your bedroom window, because who the hell is that bastard... answer him dammit (texting smau, f!reader, fluff)
53. TᗩKE ᑕᗩᖇE — You tell him you’ve never had certain childhood experiences before, so of course he teaches you how to swim and takes you on a fun date (426 words, gn!reader, fluff)
52. SᑕᗩᐯEᑎGEᖇ ᕼᑌᑎT — Like hell he'd lose even if it's just a mini sports event, so he's dragging you along, but only because you fit the description… totally (339 words, gn!reader, fluff)
51. ᑕᕼᗩOTIᑕ TᖇIO — Hanging out with you and kirishima wasn't on his bingo card, especially helping the idiot dye his hair (498 words, gn!reader, fluff, maybe poly but up to interpretation)
50. ᗩ ᒪITTᒪE ᗩᗯKᗯᗩᖇᗪ — He never expected someone to have a crush on him of all people, so perhaps you giving him little gifts catches him off guard (440 words, gn!reader, fluff)
49. ᑎᑌᗰᗷEᖇ OᑎE ᑕᖇᗩSᕼOᑌT — The blonde is a walking force of nature, so imagine how he’d react to someone shoving his lover, oh this won't end well (356 words, f!reader, fluff)
48. ᗩᖇE YOᑌ TᗯO ᗪᗩTIᑎG — If he had a dollar every time someone asked him that question he'd be a millionaire, because you weren't… at least not yet that is (451 words, f!reader, fluff)
47. SᑕᑌᖴᖴᒪE — When trying to make friends goes wrong, he’ll protect you, even if it means getting into a fight, gosh darn it... why do you have to be so extroverted (1.2k words, f!reader, fluff)
46. ᒪOᐯIᑎG YOᑌ — Growing up as the chubby girl, you didn’t ever think you’d get your prince charming, but turns out you were wrong (2.6k words, f!reader, angst, fluff, happy ending)
45. STᑌᗪY ᗷᑌᗪᗪIES — The two of you constantly go back and forth in rankings, always switching between first and second place as academic rivals (500 words, f!reader, fluff)
44. YEᗩᖇᑎEᖇ — He's so frickin' clingy for you, and perhaps maybe a little possessive too, but don't tell anyone dammit, and hey... stop talking to that guy (423 words, f!reader, fluff)
ꨄ OᒪᗪEᖇ ᗯOᖇK ᒪISTEᗪ ᗷEᒪOᗯ (·•᷄ࡇ•᷅)و
43. STOᖇᗰ — The rain ruined your date, yes, the stupid rain strikes again, but at least it ended with a little kiss... hmph, maybe the rain wasn't so bad after all (917 words, f!reader, fluff)
42. ᑕᕼᗩᗰᑭIOᑎ — Who could’ve guessed your childhood crush would become your knight… literally, he'd even fight to be your personal bodyguard (1.2k words, f!reader, fluff)
41. ᗷᖇᗩᗯᒪ — Your boyfriend is a little mean to others, but never to you, after all he’d fight your enemies... no one gets to talk bad about you when he's around (1.0k words, f!reader, fluff)
40. SᑭEEᗪIᑎG — When he hears someone cat calling you from over the phone, he’d break the law for you, yes, a hero speeding in his car was... strange alright (1.5k words, f!reader, fluff)
39. ᖇᑌᗰOᖇS — Hiding your secret relationship only leads to sneaky note passing and cutting classes, oops, guess you he just couldn't get enough of you (1.4k words, f!reader, fluff)
38. ᗪᗩᗯᑎᗷᖇEᗩK — Ever since they were children, birthdays have always become staple memories in their love story, being in college has never changed that (5.3k words, f!reader, fluff)
37. ᑭI᙭EᒪS — Only he could be needy in minecraft, because why in the hell are you placing your bed over there and not beside his own, tch... stupid woman (391 words, f!reader, fluff)
36. TᖇᑌE ᑎᗩᗰE — A compilation of her favorite nicknames that he rarely uses, but her favorite one of them all... has got to be when he calls her his girlfriend (375 words, f!reader, fluff)
35. ᕼEᗩᗪᒪIᑎES — He'll protect you from the paparazzi, like hell he'd let them harass you right in front of him, just stick close to him and he'll make sure you're safe (539 words, f!reader, fluff)
34. TᕼE ᖇEᑕIᑭE — Baking for somebody like you certainly wasn't anticipated, you just never seemed to get full, gosh, since when did he get so soft for a foodie (663 words, f!reader, fluff)
33. ᑎIGᕼTᖴᗩᒪᒪ — Touching you was all he could think about, he just couldn't keep his hands off you, he needed you, and now (1.4k words, f!reader, heavy suggestive themes but no smut)
32. ᕼᗩᒪᖴ TIᗰE — How dare you wear his own teammates jersey, he wouldn't allow it, not in a million years, because his was better anyways for gods sake (817 words, f!reader, fluff)
31. SᗰOOᑕᕼES — He wasn't the type to admit his feelings out loud, but guess even the grumpy blonde craves affection from his girlfriend sometimes (397 words, f!reader, fluff)
30. TᗯO ᒪᗩᑎES — Don't ask him how he knows about the infamous sidewalk rule, oh c'mon... of course he knows how to properly take care of his girlfriend (477 words, f!reader, fluff)
29. ᕼIS ᑕᑌᖇE — So what if he purposefully acts reckless during training just to see you, time to ask the pretty medic out before someone steals you away (1.2k words, f!reader, fluff)
28. TᖇEᗩSᑌᖇES — A knight being protective of his princess at a banquet, because why the hell do these suitors thinking they even have a chance with you (1.1k words, f!reader, fluff)
27. ᗪEᐯOTIOᑎ — He wouldn't tolerate calling yourself ugly, absolutely no way in hell, guess he needs to remind his girlfriend just how beautiful you truly are (905 words, f!reader, fluff)
26. SIᑭ SIᑭ SIᑭ — You didn't realize that picking up your drunk clingy boyfriend would leave him to getting being soft and clingy... who could've guessed huh (1.1k words, f!reader, fluff)
25. ᒍᑌST SᗯIᗰ — Don't ask him why he's sharing ice cream with a mermaid, he doesn't know how either, or how he even kissed the damn woman (963 words, f!reader, fluff)
24. Oᗪᗪ ᗪISᗩSTEᖇ — Finding your boyfriend at the dog park was one thing, but finding him walking a puppy with a pink bow on her head was another (816 words, f!reader, fluff)
23. E᙭ᑭᒪOSIᐯE ᒪOᐯE — When the blonde realizes he yearns for their first kiss, he just couldn’t help but to get a bit rough after his first failed attempt (1.2k words, f!reader, fluff)
22. ᖴOᖇ TᕼE ᖴᑌTᑌᖇE — Loving someone wasn't something that came easily, but if he could apologize then he supposes atonement could be near (804 words, f!reader, past angst, fluff)
21. ᑎEᗯ ᑕOᒪOᖇS — For a five year old boy, the teachers noted that he had quite a temper, but surprisingly enough, maybe even a little crush on his classmate (488 words, f!reader, fluff)
20. ᕼIS ᑎEᑕESSITY — He always hated sweets, so of course he doesn't return to the bakery just for the bread, but instead for the cashier with a pretty smile (965 words, f!reader, fluff)
19. YOᑌ ᖴIᑎᗩᒪᒪY ᑎOTIᑕEᗪ — Following a girl's endless journey to becoming the blonde's girlfriend, oh... and it happens to be on Valentine’s Day too (3.7k words, f!reader, fluff)
18. TᕼE ᗩᑌᗪᗩᑕITY — You've come to the realization that your boyfriend is way too gorgeous to be outdoors alone, time to show everybody he's taken (806 words, f!reader, fluff)
17. STᗩY ᗷY ᗰE — The crowded trains are the worst part of their date, or so he thought... maybe they aren't so bad after all, it's okay, he'll protect you (601 words, f!reader, fluff)
ꨄ SᑌᑭEᖇ Oᒪᗪ ᖴIᑕS ᒪISTEᗪ ᗷEᒪOᗯ (·•᷄ࡇ•᷅)و
16. ᗩᖴTEᖇ ᕼOᑌᖇS — He's certainly more then just a hothead and you know it, time to break through his walls and help him feel better (668 words, f!reader, reverse comfort, angst, fluff)
15. SᕼᗩᖇEᗪ SᑌᑕᑕESS — After the battle, all you wanted to do was search for the blonde in the midst of the chaos... that was your priority (663 words, f!reader, minor angst, reverse comfort)
14. IᑎTEᖇTᗯIᑎEᗪ — He wasn’t aware such an insecurity could affect your relationship that much, but you know how to ease his worries (821 words, f!reader, reverse comfort, fluff)
13. TᕼE ᗯOᒪᖴ ᗩᑎᗪ ᗷᑌᑎᑎY — When a blonde hybrid steals food from a cottage in the woods, it leads to him falling for the cook who happens to be a bunny (1.4k words, f!reader, fluff)
12. ᒪOᐯE TᕼE ᑕᕼEᖴ — The blonde tries to assassinate you through his cooking, not everyone could handle such spicy food, but wait... why is he laughing (850 word, f!reader, fluff)
11. SᑌᗪᗪEᑎ SᕼOᗯEᖇ — You didn’t realize entering a new life would affect your relationship, maybe some things are meant to stay in the past (1.1k words, f!reader, angst, no happy ending)
10. ᗩ SᑭEᑕIᗩᒪ ᗪᗩY — You never felt the need to celebrate your birthday, but that doesn't matter, he'll celebrate it with you, because you're his girlfriend dammit (1.3k words, f!reader, fluff)
09. ᒍᑌST SᗰIᒪE — Who could've guessed that you could become so close with your favorite idol, being a fan since his debut has always been so rewarding (2.1k words, f!reader, fluff)
08. ᗰETᗩᒪ ᒪOᐯE — You were the first successful half-human robot, and he was the troublemaker in the class, oops... guess he caught feelings along the way (3.0k words, f!reader, fluff)
07. GOOᗪ SOᑌᑭ — He never expected meeting you would become the reason to learning a new language just to confess, god damn it, why did he fall for you (2.1k words, f!reader, fluff)
06. SᑌᑎSᕼIᑎE — It wasn't often you spoke to those outside your class, so imagine his shock when he saw you speaking to a random extra in the hall (1.1k words, f!reader, fluff)
05. ᗷEᕼIᑎᗪ TᕼE ᗯᗩᒪᒪS — The only thing keeping you sane throughout the apocalypse is the blonde, so why did fate have to separate you two (5.7k words, f!reader, angst, happy ending)
04. TᖇIᑕK Oᖇ TᖇEᗩT — Perhaps wearing matching costumes will give you the courage to confess to the blonde on halloween, and maybe even get a potential kiss (3.0k words, f!reader, fluff)
03. ᗩ SIᗰᑭᒪE ᑕᒪIᑕK — A blonde chibi avatar starts spamming a strangers inbox to join his guild, who knew that love could be bloomed online (6.3k words, f!reader, fluff)
02. ᖇᗩᑕIᑎG ᕼEᗩᖇTS — Despite you two already dating, you both just couldn't help yourselves from blushing at each others forms of affection, gosh darn it (861 words, f!reader, fluff)
01. ᗰOᖇᑎIᑎG ᖇOᑌTIᑎE — You never would’ve expected to wake up beside your childhood friend in the dorms, but who knew he was a secret softie at heart (1.1k words, f!reader, fluff)
۶ৎ ᗰᗩSTEᖇᒪIST || all fics are listed in chronological order from most recent stories—starting at the highest number of each character—for it to slowly descend lower towards the more older and sloppier works! p.s here's my bakugo masterlist!
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ᯓ✮⋆˙ IᘔᑌKᑌ ᗰIᗪOᖇIYᗩ ⋆✴︎˚꩜
06. ᗰY ᑭᖇETTY ᗷOY — Being spontaneous was nothing out of the ordinary, but even randomly asking out the panicked boy was something no one expected (987 words, f!reader, fluff)
05. ᑭᖇᗩᑎKIᑎG ᕼIᗰ — You just couldn't keep the joke going, he was too cute for your heart to handle, I mean... just listen to his cute endless rambles (367 words, f!reader, fluff)
04. ᕼᗩᑭᑭY ᗷIᖇTᕼᗪᗩY — Helping celebrate the boy's special day was certainly chaotic, but that's okay, after all, nothing could be better then ending with a kiss (522 words, gn!reader, fluff)
03. GᑌIᗪᗩᑎᑕE — After noticing his increasing confidence after the war, you asked your crush for some advice to help you conquer your own insecurities (1.3k words, f!reader, fluff)
02. ᒪOᐯE ᗰE — Falling for your dense classmate is a surely challenge, especially when trying to confess, but hey... at least it ends with scoring a date (1.7k words, f!reader, fluff)
01. GOOᗪ ᗯIᒪᒪ — When stumbling across his crying classmate during field day, he knows just how to cheer you up, it's okay, because at least you have him (757 words, f!reader, fluff)
ᯓ✮⋆˙ EIᒍIᖇO KIᖇISᕼIᗰᗩ ⋆✴︎˚꩜
08. ᗷIᖇTᕼᗪᗩY ᗷOY — Buying presents for him was the hardest task you've ever had before, but thankfully, you know he would be happy with absolutely anything (883 words, f!reader, fluff)
07. ᖴIᖇST ᗷᖇEᗯ — Who could've guessed that the famous pro hero stopped by the cafe you worked at, and if anything... he looked pretty cute in civilian clothes (942 words, f!reader, fluff)
06. ᕼIS TSᑌᑎᗪEᖇE ᒪOᐯEᖇ — For the onlookers, it wasn't shocking to view you two as an odd pairing, but to him, he knew he couldn't ask for a better partner (480 words, f!reader, fluff)
05. ᑕᕼᗩOTIᑕ TᖇIO — Hanging out with you and bakugo wasn’t on his bingo card, especially with you helping to dye his hair (498 words, gn!reader, fluff, maybe poly but up to interpretation)
04. TEᗩᗰ ᗰᗩᑎᗩGEᖇ — He was the most dependable player on the court, but things seem to take a heavy turn as the new manager gets him all flustered (369 words, gn!reader, fluff)
03. TᕼE ᗷᗩᖇISTᗩ — The redhead customer quite literally fell in love with you at first sight, guess visiting the new cafe wasn't solely because of the good coffee (391 words, gn!reader, fluff)
02. ᗯᗩTᑕᕼ ᗰE — Love can be a scary thing, but not for him, he’ll try anything for you to notice him, even being as cheesy as helping you carry your books to class (877 words, f!reader, fluff)
01. ᖴᗩᒪᒪIᑎG ᖴOᖇ YOᑌ — You didn’t realize having a crush would lead to a competition on how to gain his attention, but lucky for you, you’re his favorite (1.9k words, f!reader, fluff)
ᯓ✮⋆˙ SᕼOTO TOᗪOᖇOKI ⋆✴︎˚꩜
03. ᗩ GEᑎTᒪE ᒪOᐯEᖇ — Who could've guessed that your boyfriend mentioned you in every single conversation, he just couldn't go one day without you (275 words, gn!reader, fluff)
02. ᖴᖇEEᘔE — You couldn't help but to share ice cream with your quiet friend, leading to stronger bonds, innocent vulnerability, and radiant smiles (891 words, f!reader, fluff)
01. SIᒪEᑎᑕE — When the two quiet classmates started dating, the class couldn't help but to get a bit noisy, after all, not many words were spoken between you two (1.0k words, f!reader, fluff)
ᯓ✮⋆˙ ᗪᗩᗷI ⋆✴︎˚꩜
02. ᖴᒪIᖇTIᑎG ᗯITᕼ ᗰE — He genuinely believes he fell in love with you at first sight, or maybe more like first fight, given the way his heart jolted in his chest (451 words, gn!reader, fluff)
01. TᗯISTEᗪ — Who gave those idiots the right to even speak to you, a man finding a way to claim his woman… in his own messed up way (1.2k words, f!reader, fluff, suggestive themes)
ᯓ✮⋆˙ SᗩTOᖇᑌ GOᒍO ⋆✴︎˚꩜
08. ᒪOᐯEᖇ ᗷOY — Your underclassman got jealous after hearing a rumor that you went on a date, so ofc he immediately blows up your phone (texting smau, gn!reader, fluff)
07. ᗷEᗩᑌTIᖴᑌᒪ SIᒪEᑎᑕE — The man finally scored a date with his pretty classmate, guess that means it’s time for operation make the girl fall in love (3.5k words, f!reader, fluff)
06. ᒪOOK ᗩT ᗰE — Holding eye contact was difficult in the first place, but with him things seemed to be even more intense, and yet... why is he the one flustered (446 words, f!reader, fluff)
05. TᕼE ᑫᑌIET OᑎES — Who could've guessed that opposites really do attract, being the quiet type... you don't know how you got his attention in the first place (401 words, f!reader, fluff)
04. ᕼᑌSᗷᗩᑎᗪ ᗪᑌTIES — The idol was always public with his personal affairs, especially with his relationship with you, fellow idol and his secret spouse (365 words, gn!reader, fluff)
03. STᗩY ᕼEᖇE — The strongest doesn't seem so strong without his lover, he's just couldn’t help be to be a bit clingy whenever you're not around (1.0k words, f!reader, fluff)
02. ᖴᒪIᖇTY ᑕO-STᗩᖇ — He mentions you in every single interview, honestly, the question could be unrelated but your name is falling right out his mouth (418 words, gn!reader, fluff)
01. ᗯIᑎTEᖇ ᗷᖇEEᘔE — Running late for school always seemed to be the norm, but spotting a pretty stranger at the station may change some bad habits (1.3k words, f!reader, fluff)
ᯓ✮⋆˙ SᑌKᑌᑎᗩ ᖇYOᗰEᑎ ⋆✴︎˚꩜
02. ᖴOᖇᗷIᗪᗪEᑎ ᒪOᐯE — Being a fallen angel had it's perks, especially when he had control over the underworld, lucky you... for catching his attention (454 words, gn!reader, fluff)
01. ᕼEᗩTEᗪ — He’ll gladly sit back and let the world burn up in flames, but not you, because for some reason... you're the sole exception, he just couldn't hurt you (817 words, f!reader, fluff)
ᯓ✮⋆˙ TOᒍI ᖴᑌSᕼIGᑌᖇO⋆✴︎˚꩜
02. ᗯOᖇK ᖴOᖇ ᗰE — Who could’ve guessed that the annoying construction worker fancies you, the brainy architect who pays him no mind… for now that is (521 words, f!reader, fluff)
01. STᑌᑕK TOGETᕼEᖇ — Having a situationship with him certainly means he won't let you forget him, he'll always be around (659 words, f!reader, fluff, tiny suggestive content)
ᯓ✮⋆˙ ᑕᕼOSO KᗩᗰO ⋆✴︎˚꩜
01. ᗪIᗰᑭᒪES — A skater meets a clumsy ballerina, both falling in love at first sight and too shy to make the first move, let's see who cracks first under pressure (1.0k words, f!reader, fluff)
ᯓ✮⋆˙ SᗩᑎEᗰI SᕼIᑎᗩᘔᑌGᗩᗯᗩ ⋆✴︎˚꩜
02. ᗷIᖇTᕼᗪᗩY KISSES — He didn't like celebrating his birthday, so of course he didn't tell you, but you found out anyways, time for some smooches (619 words, gn!reader, fluff)
01. ᗯEᒪᑕOᗰE ᕼOᗰE — There was only one rule every person at the butterfly mansion obeyed at all costs... and only one person who could treat his wounds (1.5k words, f!reader, fluff)
ᯓ✮⋆˙ ᒪEᐯI ᗩᑕKEᖇᗰᗩᑎ ⋆✴︎˚꩜
03. TᕼE E᙭ᑕEᑭTIOᑎ — He may be fighting to save the world, sure out of pure necessity... but even he has something else worth fighting for, his wife (626 words, f!reader, fluff)
02. ᕼIS ᑭEᗩᑕE — Who could've guessed that the grumpy captain would fall for someone in the scouts, it's not his fault he gets jealous because you're not his (287 words, gn!reader, fluff)
01. ᖴIᖇST TIᗰE ᒍEᗩᒪOᑌSY — As a stoic barista who hates customer interactions, he couldn't believe found himself falling for such a bubbly idiot like yourself (319 words, f!reader, fluff)
ᯓ✮⋆˙ KᑌᖇOO TETSᑌᖇOᑌ⋆✴︎˚꩜
01. ᗰISS ᗰE — He's the giddiest person in the world whenever you visit him during volleyball practices, the boy just couldn't help himself but to tease you (540 words, gn!reader fluff)
ᗯᕼᗩT ᗩ KᒪᑌTᘔ || katsuki bakugo x f!reader, pure fluff, mha drabbles, preschool au, 1.1k word count ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂)⸝♡
the grumpy five year old genuinely thought some extraterrestrial being put you on this earth to test his patience.
it was inconceivable, the amount of times he's seen you trip over your own shoelaces—miraculously being untied when you just fixed them literally two seconds ago—to when you slipped on a banana peel that shouldn't even be possible at the playground.
because was this a damn video game?! and where did that thing even come from?!
what's worse is that you seemed to take a liking to him, always following the blonde around school and chasing him throughout the neighborhood, princess themed bandages plastered all over your knees and elbows.
he's almost positive that you hold the title of the most clumsiest person in all of japan. honestly, he's seen the sight of you in crutches more than the sight of you unscathed—which is insanity all in itself.
hence why he's not shocked in the slightest when you come to school one day with an arm cast, sheepish smile on your face when you tell everyone you tripped over your own dog yesterday... because seriously?
"kacchan!" you squeal, already rushing over to the corner of the room during arts & crafts time, orange sharpie in hand, typical bright smile tugging at your lips like you aren't injured for the third time this month alone.
his eye twitches, big ole frown on his face, arms crossed, a small crumbled paper in hand. you shouldn't even be interacting with him, not when he's on time out because he snatched some kid's drawing—reason being completely unknown to everyone else, but it's bakugo, so no surprise there.
"what do you want, now?" he grumbles, crimson gaze boring into yours, clearly not in the mood for any of your antics, but then again, when is he ever?
you don't seem fazed, excitedly shoving the marker right in his face. "can you sign my cast, kacchan?! you're the only one who hasn't! here—look!" you point, showing him an obnoxiously enormous blank spot across your forearm.
"i even left a space, just for you!" his brows furrow, face flushing bright red—from anger of course, yeah, right—not because he secretly felt his heart skip a beat at your cheesy words, ew gross, not for the classroom klutz!
he points an accusatory finger in your direction. "what the—no one needs that much space, you idiot! and when did i ever agree to signing your cast?!"
you pout, the sparkle in your eyes faltering as a wave of betrayal sweeps across your features, usual bright presence seemingly diminishing, voice now hesitant and full of heartbreak. "oh—you don't want to, kacchan...?"
he freezes in his seat, mouth growing dry at your rare troubled expression, a cold shiver shooting down his spine. it's not like you to take his blunt words to heart, usually too dense in the head to fully process his rough demeanor.
guess that's why the blonde swallows his pride for once, scoffing with annoyance whilst snatching the marker right out of your grasp, scribbling something onto your cast before the teacher walks over, taking notice of your two little forms huddled in the corner. "hmph... fine! give it here!"
the glee returns to your eyes instantaneously, beaming at him so intensely it renders him breathless, ears flushed. "uwahhhh, thank you so much, kacchan! i love it!"
he stiffens, gaze darting away once he's finished, shoving the sharpie back into your palm, scowling. "y-yeah, yeah! now just go away already!"
you giggle, only going back to your seat once the teacher reaches you two, a curious expression on her face.
"y/n? i'm sorry honey but katsuki's on time out right now, you should give him some space—" her words waver, eyes briefly zeroing in on the boy's sloppy handwriting against your cast.
it wasn't anything new that bakugo was a bright child—maybe too much for his own good—so it wasn't a shocker that the boy already showed tremendous progress in writing proper sentences at his age, all while you and your peers were barely starting to jot down simple words like 'apple' or 'tuesday'.
she supposes that's why you're all smiles once she leads you back to your desk, eagerly tugging at her trousers, desperately seeking her attention.
"sensei—! kacchan signed my cast but i don't know what it means... what does it say?!" you excitedly fidget, staring back at his handwriting with awe, no doubt feeling your heart swell up with pure joy and success.
she chuckles, glancing back at the cast whilst making sure to keep her voice low just for you to hear, knowing the blonde would have another tantrum if he were to find out she actually told you. she hums, "it says... hurry up and get better."
though, of course she doesn't include the full sentence, 'hurry up and get better klutz' but that's okay! you didn't need to hear that last part! gosh that boy...
you practically light up like a kid on christmas day, legs happily swinging back and forth under the table, bright expression intensifying, already reaching out for a separate yellow crayon.
you cheer. "i need to get better soon for kacchan! i think i'm gonna draw him a present!"
she smiles and nods, leaving you to it as she walks back to the ‘kacchan’ in question, gently patting his head that has him frowning up at her, grumpy as ever.
"you can go back to your seat now, katsuki—just promise me you won't steal another kid's drawing, okay? now give it back to me, please."
he huffs, grumbling a small "whatever" as he hands back the sheet of paper—that's now un-surprisingly crumbled up into a ball—before stomping away to his desk, seemingly calmer compared to a few moments ago.
she blinks, slowly flattening out the drawing for any clues towards the blonde's fiery mood from earlier, until she sees it, a doodle from one of the other students—of a heart with small words reading 'to : y/n' in the bottom right corner.
realization hits her like a truck—jealousy, huh?
she chuckles, noticing katsuki glancing at you from afar, clearly making sure you're maneuvering around okay despite him chasing you off earlier.
his quiet demeanor doesn’t last long however, already moving to pick another fight when someone offers you their own colored pencils, all whilst you remain oblivious to the cause behind his sudden outburst.
"hey! get away from her!"
"ah—its okay, kacchan! we can all share!"
"huh?! i don't want his crayons, you idiot! tsk, just use mine—i don’t even want them anyways!"
the teacher sighs, quickly moving to intervene before someone gets hurt, simply having one thought in mind—eyes trailing the blonde as he now stands by your side like a shadow, unyielding.
Mummy dot I fear the situation at work just got a bajillion times worse and I want to cry. I fear, i really do fear for my life *eye twitch* also i had a thought while crying in my car that i will share with you because you might get me, but i really do need to cockwarm izu while hes cuddling me and condescendingly babying me as i sob… its heavy sad girl era I FEAR
Love you queenie <3 drink water -🌷
comfort | midoriya, i.
ꉂ ᵎᵎ cw/tw: 18+, porn without plot, softdom!izuku, fem!afab!crybaby!bratty!reader, cockwarming, praise, degredation/condescendingness, hurt/comfort (?), he’s a little mean :(, heavy dumbification/babying, not proofread (do i ever proofread drabbles….?), implied marathon sex
ꉂ ᵎᵎ a/n: because u sad i write u a little drabble as fast i can… i hope u like it my dear tulip
ꉂ ᵎᵎ synopsis: boyfriend izuku cockwarming you while being mean/comforting you like you need due to your stress
ꉂ ᵎᵎ w/c: 627
“shh, no need to think, baby,” izuku cooes, fingers combing lovingly through your hair as your walls clamp tight around his thick cock. “pretty girls don’t need to use their brains, yeah?”
you nod, sniffling as you bury your head into the crook of his neck. “i’m so tired of working, izu…”
his tongue clicks, lips tugging into a pout as he mocks the one on your face. “it’s not fair, huh? a dumb little thing like you shouldn’t have to work so hard, right?”
with a sob as your answer to his teasing, he chuckles. he shifts slightly, adjusting himself in his desk’s chair so that the bubous tip of his dick could nestle comfortably against your cervix. “you’re such a good girl, you know that, baby? working so hard— making me so proud. you wanna make me proud, right?”
“yeah…”
“say it all out for me, my love,” he encourages softly, placing a kiss onto the side of your head.
“i wanna, wanna—” you hiccup, “— wanna make you proud…”
“mhm. because?”
“because i’m a good girl…”
“yep, exactly— my beautiful, good girl,” he murmurs, thumb brushing tenderly against the curve of your cheek, his head tilting to meet your gaze. “so what are you gonna do tomorrow?”
“noooo…” you whine, tears threatening to redouble as you recall the stress tomorrow may bring, “izuku, i want you to take care of me…”
he kisses his teeth, knowing you meant you wanted to quit your commitments and depend on him. in a heartbeat, he would, but out of love he couldn’t. instead, he says, “you’re a big girl, my love. you don’t think i want what’s best for you?”
in response, you let out a small mewl, your head tipping back as one hand curls into a tight fist, lifting to swipe at the tears welling in your eyes. “you’re so mean… i-i’m literally crying, and—and…”
“i know, i know,” izuku croons, swiftly shushing your attempt to act out. “this is me taking care of you, baby,” his hand lowers to the imprint of his dick bulging your stomach, giving it a pat, “don’t you see that?”
a huff escapes your lips, choosing not to respond to him, so frustrated by everything that you want to take it out on him. however, your lack of acknowledgment only makes him smile— the warning clear, yet the abrupt buck of his hips upwards still catches you off guard.
“surely you’re not too stupid that you can’t even understand me, baby,” he sighs, his fingers moving to grip your chin, firm yet gentle, like a parent scolding a child. “that would be ridiculous, right?”
“m’ not…” you whimper, eyes pitifully rimmed with red as you look into his.
“well, i’m glad to hear that,” he breathes softly, giving the corner of your lips a kiss. “now, i want you to use that pretty brain of yours and tell me whether or not i’m taking care of you right now. you can do that for me, right?”
with a nod you show your understanding, taking his thumb in between your parted lips in a show of submission. “y’always take care of me, izuku…”
as you suckle on his finger, his tongue darts out to wet his lips, a half-lidded gaze drinking in your actions. “mhm. and i’m never gonna stop doing that, got it?”
“i got it…”
“good,” he smiles, watching as you release his thumb with a wet pop and glossed over eyes. his hands moves to your hips, slowly beginning to move you up and down his length as he continues speaking. “now, what do you say i take care of my silly, good girl, and give her orgasm after orgasm so she can forget her problems, hm?”
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ꉂ ᵎᵎ a/n: he got a lot more meaner than i wanted (self indulgence took over...). sorry tulip if this doesn't hit the spot tulip...
I have a lot of inappropriate things I wanna say and I'll begin by saying this is something I need and i have craved after seeing Teacher Izuku Midoriya, that was life changing 🚼
Izuku Midoriya with an angry man's daughter | fluff |
—"love?", Izuku wakes up upon the rummages of papers on his table.
"Oh...'zuku, sorry to wake you up, I'm looking for the documents I placed here earlier, have you seen it?", he gets up groggily, even stumbles a little bit before picking something in the desk cabinet.
"Here", he yawns while picking it up gently.
"Oh, 'zuku!", you immediately hugs him as he simply hugs you back.
"Let's go back to sleep okay?",you nodded following him as he gently hold you as you both walk towards your shared bed. He let you lat down first before he slip inside the covers, he was about to turn off the light but not before finding you were staring at him intently.
"What's wrong?",you shook your head before pulling the blanket to your nose, attempting to cover up the question in your head but he knows you better.
"Come on love, tell me, what's wrong?", you glance at him before pulling the covers down to your neck.
"I wonder how will you react if I ever make you angry", he smiles softly before pulling you.
"Why would you think of that now? Hmm?", snuggling closer to him you murmur, "my father would be angry at very small things that my mother made. I got used to them arguing and I would always empathize with my mother", as you speak he says nothing but began running his hands over your sprawled hair gently, listening closely.
"I wonder, if I ever lost a document or perhaps messed up in doing something other seemed easy, or perhaps I destroy something important to you, would you also yell at me like he did with her, or would you say things to hurt me...I know you're a good man Izuku but, this what ifs keeps on lingering in my head", he keeps his mouth shut as you speak, intently keeping his attention in every word you say.
As you finish speaking he pulls you closer, laying your head closer to his chest, kissing your forehead.
"If things like that will happen then we will talk, we will communicate the best way we know. And honestly",he gives you his annoyingly soft smile, "i don't think I can forgive myself if I ever hurt you in any way."
It's stupid. Really stupid that you even doubt him for a second.
"I honestly don't know how I can reassure you in a way that it won't be an empty promise but", he held your cheeks, "I just love you so much that even imagining myself hurting you hurts me too"
You feel yourself tearing up, hiding your tears in a small sniffle which causes him a slight panic.
"Oh, love, wait, why are you cry- crap, let me grab the tissue real quick—",before he can get away from your embrace, you held him tighter which makes him pause before returning the hug back.
The night dark that often scares you before suddenly becomes the warm abode you now treasure with the help of the man who held you secured in his arms.
He remained there for as far as you know until you fell asleep in his arms. Knowing his gaze holds nothing but love to you.
"Goodnight love"
@chartreuse
I'm craving for some good Izuku fanfiction but there's only very few of them (T—T)
You're a prostitute and Shigaraki Tomura happens to be your customer.
Your hands were in his bluish gray hair as he dives in to kiss your lips. It was a rough kiss but not a forced one, just enough for you to give him his fill of your own definition of care.
"There, there, calm down Shigaraki-san", the said man stopped but his face still has no plan of stopping the current flow of the night that you have been both doing for different weeks now.
"Was it a hard day for you again?", he just grunted before kissing you again, "shut up", you hide your smile as you continue the night with him as his calloused hand tugs your shirt.
"Take it off before I accidentally turn it to dust", oddly enough, that didn't scare you. He never did.
Even if the whole world views him as the villain that everyone should fear, you've been stuck with him and him inside you for many times now, he never once hurts you.
He noticed your look at him, making him ask, "what is it? You're looking at me weirdly"
"Weirdly? That's mean... I'm just—", you smile at him before rubbing his cheeks.
"Enjoying this night", he paused for a moment as if thinking about something before capturing your lips again.
Moans and pleasure soon conquered the night. Hands above as he rammed his lower half inside you, again and again.
"I hope you'll be back again!", you happily said to him as you keep the money in your pocket.
"You...how long do you plan on doing this?", he suddenly asked making you stop, before giving him a mild grin.
"I'll stop once I have a million", what a mild dream. You thought to yourself.
Brothel work is not something everyone can do for a very long time. The risk is high, but sometimes the payment is not enough to get you out of this life either. So you're happy when there are loyal customers like Shigaraki Tomura, no matter how toxic it sounds for you to sleep with a villain.
'its not like it's the first time, I've slept with one'
"Million? In this job? That would take you longer why don't you become a villain instead?",he suggested but you just chuckled.
"I can't do that. After all, I'm quirkless", in a world where people have exerted the definition of normal, people like you can be left out. Someone like you who didn't even finish high school might as well be called the low among the low, but oddly enough, Shigaraki don't see that in your eyes.
All he sees is something clear and like a child who's looking brightly at the future.
The world is really unfair, even him, as a villain thinks he has a better standing in the society than you yet you don't have the same darkness yet someone like you has been in this job for a long time now.
He suddenly noticed a particular bruise in your neck which is something he doesn't do, he's careful enough to fuck you with care.
"What's that in your neck?", you immediately touch it as if trying to hide it.
"O-oh, this is nothing... some costumers just... happen to go overboard sometimes, but I'm okay...really haha", he doesn't believe any ounce of that but if you say so.
Shigaraki isn't that fan of brothels, it just that yours is close to his hide out plus, once he was brought here by your smile and invitation as he was going back to his hideout, he was just curious at first, what is it, why is it, and how is it, but after the first taste he cant stop at all. How he wish he can calmly say it was not addicting at all.
Looking at the bruised when he is very careful not to touch you or hurt you, pushes himself so he won't do anything against you, is making him pissed off for some reason.
Stupid enough, he's angry for a prostitute like you and he doesn't even know why.
He rolled his eyes before getting more money from his pocket before pushing it to you,
"Huh? What is this for Shigaraki-san?"
"Stop getting customers like that, and take care of yourself more will you?", you were stunned, very stunned.
You never expected this. Specially not from someone like him.
"Y-yes", he began wearing his clothes.
"I won't be coming here anymore, the police and heroes have become even more wary after the USJ attack, so who knows, maybe the next time we'll meet is nowhere near", your eyes widened before it realized his reason making you nodded.
"I see", is all you can say.
"What's with that tone?", he immediately noticed making you look down before gazing at his eyes.
"I'm just sad that I won't be seeing you anymore, Shigaraki-san is my favorite customer after all", you felt him paused from wearing his worn out jacket as he glanced at you.
"Do you say that to all of your customers? Of course you probably do", he continued wearing his clothes.
"I don't", your firm voice echoes. "I... don't say it to all of my customers Shigaraki-san".
Once he left, the manager suddenly called you,
"Your debt is paid now, you can go", confusion filled your eyes, but your debt is a million yen though?
Seeing the look in your eyes, the manager became even annoyed, it's already pissing him off that he lost one of his top prostitutes which is you, so he can't help but reply roughly.
"Your last customer paid for it, he even threatened me, tsk, who does he think he is?", before he can finish talking your feet is already running outside the brothel house, looking for a certain bluish gray haired man.
"Hey, (name) where are you going?!", you heard your manager called but you didn't look back.
You have searched the alleys and the possible way out of the brothel but you didn't see a hint of his presence, it was like, he was suddenly gone.
You slowly stepped back, just enough to bump into someone,
"Oh, I'm sorry", you looked back and there he is.
"What did you run for? You're barely wearing anyt-hey!", surprised filled him as he raised both his arms carefully not to touch you as you suddenly hugged him while crying.
"Thank you... really thank you", you keep crying like a child, suddenly he felt like it was suffocating.
Your smile, your tears, your overall presence.
'You're just a prostitute' he thought yet his eyes looked at you like you're more than that.
"Let me go now, pack your things... go faraway, things are about to be noisy from now on, don't let anyone sniff your connection with me", he slightly pushes you away, "if you wanna live peacefully, do that".
He watched as you ran back to the brothel, when you got out, you never saw him again.
"Shigaraki Tomura, where are you from? You know that it's still dangerous to go out!", Kurogiri says to him yet the man only ignores him as he sits in the sofa, looking at the hair tie on his wrist, something he gets from her secretly.
'How should I explain this?... This feeling, is kind of bothering'
He put his arms in his eyes leaning back as it covers his vision.
Villainy is the only way for him, it was like a road carved for him. Yet he doesn't think yours should be like that too. He doesn't think your job is something that is carved to the core.
@chartreusevielle
Runaway. Go away. Leave somewhere he can't see you again. Somewhere he doesn't know so he'll be sure he won't be able to seek you for the addicting comfort that reaches more than the physical touch that you have been offering.
Midoriya Izuku after 8 years is now back as a hero, going to top rank no. 4 immediately the moment he had his suit in hand. You, on the other hand, is just a U.A teacher that is his co-worker and not everyone's favorite due to your resting bitch face and scary personality which earns you 'devil-sensei' from your advisory class. One day, your relationship with him was revealed and it didn't give you the peace of mind at all, and Izuku immediately noticed.
The two of you ain't the best couple for others to exist. Midoriya Izuku is known as the symbol of hope, the greatest hero, a lovely man loved by almost everyone in different ages, gentle by nature, brave by heart.
You, on the other hand is known for your mean personality, the way you roll your eyes if anything is stupid, the way you are anything but careful, known for your scary and far from gentle personality.
'Unsuited? Deku and his relationship earns disagreement from the people!'
:deku deserves better fr
:deku shouldn't shoulder that narcissistic
:he's so green and she's so red for him.
You throw your phone in your couch as you lay next, urging yourself not to cry over the stupid comments you've been reading all over the net after you and Izuku's relationship has been revealed accidentally.
"Ugh, stupid shits!", you wiped your runny nose.
Suddenly you felt a warm hands scoop you from the couch.
"Why are you up already? Aren't you still sick?", his warm voice makes you look up trying to stop crying as you lean your head on his chest.
"Oh, love, why are you crying?",he immediately put you in your shared bed wiping your tears gently and worriedly.
"You... it's all your fault!", the said man gives you a confused smile but still pulls you closer.
"Yeah, it's my fault", he gently smiles before picking you up making you snuggle even closer to him, "what did I do to make you angry this time?", he asks as he puts you down in the bed and lays beside you.
"Why did you even date me when you...are the greatest hero", he was confused and hesitant to speak but still didn't let your feelings gone invalidated.
"I dated you, not because of any title love", ah you miss the him before, the way he would flinch when you're angry at him, the way he would clumsily do anything to calm you down, even urging that your make up will be smudge after he knows how important it is to you.
"Why are you so calm right now? You need to give me my Izuku back! Deku my ass, number 4 hero my ass! You're still the same lame nerd to me!", you said which makes him chuckle instead.
You two have known each other since you've been his schoolmate and a top student from General Studies, also due to the fact that he helped Shinou make up with you after you sulk childishly before when Shinsou, your only bestfriend since childhood transferred to Hero Class.
Ever since, it is already known how toxic you can be and you're painfully aware of that. So you choose a profession where your attitude can be at reasonable phase which is why you're in teaching, doing an excellent job, scaring your students so they won't shame your alma mater while also ensuring they will perform well. Respect and discipline, is how you may see it but students find you scary still. It's more terrifying after everyone finds out you're dating the gentleman, beautiful greenette hero, also dubbed, the greatest hero. Beauty and a beast they say, except you're the beast.
Yet despite that scary facade, Izuku knows better.
"Did you look into the internet again?", it's your turn to flinch instead, but in order to hide it in your own facade, you let out a groan and rolled your eyes at him.
"And if I did?", instead of getting exhausted over your attitude, he gently wipes the edge of your eyes instead,
"W-what are you-", before capturing your lips in a sneaky yet gentle kiss, right before giving you a warm smile.
"I didn't choose you"
"Excuse me?!", he immediately explain—
"I didn't choose you because you choose me, you allowed me to love you, to be with you, so please dont be discouraged over what they say on the social media, you are the one who hold me not the other way around so if anything, I'll be the one who'll be begging, calling and yearning. That's our agreement when you allowed me to date you right?", you hold back everything to pounce on him as he lovingly looks at you.
"I'm always here love, I ain't going away as long as you let me.", ah you know it. You really annoyingly still love him.
For others you are insensitive and scary, for him, it was otherwise. You're tough yet gentle, you're scary but very lovable, you are firm but it doesn't mean you have no sensitivity in you. All he sees when he sees you is someone he wants to protect not because you can't protect yourself but because you are someone he really loves.
Flirting with Todoroki Shouto takes a nerve of steel. Imagine giving him a pick up line like,
"Todoroki-kun, I must be in the museum, because right now, I'm looking at the piece of art and beauty ", while staring intently at him, only for him to cock his head before he replied,
"But we're at the school though?"
Everybody at the school already knows your crush on him, only the boy in question was the unaware one, painfully at some point.
"Todoroki-san, did it hurt when you fell from heaven?", you said as he was fixing his notebook at his desk, hoping for a better reply this time.
"What are you talking about? are you saying I got kicked out of heaven?" he innocently asked before murmuring, "that's probably why I have a fire quirk, it must've been a punishment that sent me hell"
" No, it's not like that Todoroki-kun. You know what? don't mind me, I'm just spouting nonsense"
"Don’t laugh!" you told Mina and Kaminari who's laughing out loud while you're eating, the rest of the squad aint any better. Kirishima and Sero are turning their heads so you won't see the sight of them almost dying because of your failed attempts at flirting. Even the always angry Bakugou keeps on commenting and calling you, an idiot for the 10th time now.
"You probably should give up at the cheesy lines and just confess, I mean, come on it's Todoroki, he can answer difficult math problems but we all know he lacks common sense at some point, flirting and spouting pick up lines that he doesn't get won't give you a chance y'know, " Kaminari suggested as if that was the most casual things you can do.
"There's no way I can confess! The rejection will hunt me forever," you murmur before sipping from the straw of your milkshake.
You hear Bakugou say something like 'coward' or 'just say it' but it all passes on the other side of your ear when a familiar white and red hair appeared in the cafeteria together with a familiar greenette but your eyes only remained on his mismatched hair as he was walking along with his friend.
"This bitch is hopeless"
"Oh come on Bakugou, she's just in love"
"She's just fucked up, oi Dunce face why don't you electrify that loser so she can come back to reality"
"I can’t do that, that's too mean"
"yeah yeah, you're so mean, that's why you'll never be popular Bakugou"
"What did you say?!", all wars were happening on your table while you on the other hand, had your chin in the palms on your hands giggling to yourself as you saw him eat the cold soba noodles with his cheeks moving slowly like a chipmunks as he continues to eat.
"He's so adorable,"you said in a soft delusional voice before sighing dreamily, only to be struck with a tray hitting the back of your head.
"aw! what the fuck?! who the hell threw that?!"
"I did! stop ogling that half and half bastard like a creep and just say your shit so you can cry about it when you're done"
"Hah?! that doesn't mean you can just throw a fucking tray at me!"
"I fucking can, so I fucking did"
"oh , do you want some fight that much, you pomeranian?"
"what did you call me, you delusional bitch?!"
And so fight and war ignited in your table with the rest of the table members busy separating the two of you. As you were busy arguing with Bakugou, you didn't notice a familiar bi colored eyes, looking at you.
"They're so lively right?" Midoriya said, pointing out to your table, as he and Todoroki who was slowly slurping his cold soba, watched you going against the infamous hot headed guy of the class.
" Midoriya, I think (name) is a little bit weird", he said.
"huh? why?" Midoriya somehow prayed that you being weird isn’t a bad thing for you, since as your friend too, the said boy would feel bad if Todoroki happened to not like you at all.
"She keeps on telling me weird things like 'did it hurt when I fell from heaven' and stuff", the green head blinks as he knows that was just another pick up line from you but now, does he need to explain it to his friend beside him?
"Um, did that bother you?", Todoroki put down his chopstick, before raising his head to watch you as you continued to argue with Bakugou.
"Not really, I'm just confused why she said that when she's the one who looked like an angel" he just said as if it was the most normal thing of all.
"A-angel?" you're his friend alright and he's not trying to be rude or anything, but really, you…as an angel?
"Why do you think so Todoroki-kun?" he can't help but to ask.
"It's just, when she smiles, I think I'm seeing halo or something, she shines so bright, that's all I can think of"
It was as if lightning struck Midoriya, before he smiled happily as if there was a garden blooming in his background feeling happy for his friend on the other table who just happened to hit Bakugou's head with a tray.
'oh (name) you have a chance!'.
Todoroki Shouto thinks you're weird. Every Morning you always come to his table and say something he doesn't get that much.
"Hello Todoroki-kun! Good morning! Did you have a good sleep?"
"Good morning too, yes I had a proper sleep"
"Hmm, I didn't, I mean you see, you just happen to keep running in my mind all night y'know"
"oh someone please kill that cheesy bitch already", he heard Bakugou said.
He's naive, but there's no way he's stupid. Todoroki feels like you're treating him differently from other people that he can't help but to ask,
"Do you hate me (name)?"
"huh? no-no of course not, I like you, I really like you!"
"oh", he just said.
You feel the whole world stop, even feeling Izuko stopping from putting his things in his bag, Uraraka accidentally making her own bag float, Mina stopped talking, Eijiro stunned and the whole class practically in the still moment.
"I see" huh?
"Oh crap! HAHAHAHAHAHA"
"stop laughing!", doing practice exercises is normal in your course and now, you're having a break—from practice but not from the mouth and mockery of a certain blondie who looks like he's having a time of his life.
"No coz he could've said he don't like you, but he just said 'oh'!", Sero needs to use his tape to fully restraint you from killing the hell of Bakugou, who's still laughing his ass off at you, a rare occurrence but still exists.
Embarrassed and overall still irritated you pounce on him still as he keeps on laughing, pissed off, you unconsciously activated your quirk and about to hit him—
"Oya? You dare to-", he was about to attack too when Aizawa-sensei's voice called both of you, meaning, you're the next two pairs to spar.
"Bakugou and (name) next", hence the whole group watch you and him battle, literally, setting an excellent example on how to use quirk and mouth at the same time.
Quickly as ever, everyone has listen to the sound of blast combined with insults you gave to each other.
"It's your fault for not stopping laughing!"
"It's your fault for being so stupid at confessing but still got no man in your ass!"
"Huh?! Insensitive fucker, it's not like that!", you evaded his blast.
"What is it then delusional bitch?! You're that insecure that he won't like you but also not making an effort to him because your dumb ego would let you flirt but your fiber stubborn shit can't handle rejection!",ah, stunned by his words, you accidentally let him hit your face sending you out of bounds.
'Fuck, you really hate him and the fact that he's an ass and can spout something right too'
You woke up in the nurse office, body all aching and about to get up when you realize you're not alone, a bi-colored stroke of hair strands enters your vision as you look at the man beside you.
"Todoroki-kun...", you began cursing inside your head, fuck, is your hair okay? How about your face?! Fuck, did you droll in your sleep?! How long was he watching?
"Bakugou sent me here, he said it's my fault", you deadpanned.
'its him who blast the hell out of me though'
"Ahaha, it's nothing like that Todoroki-kun, but I wouldn't mind really waking up seeing your face, thanks", you joked but sees that he happens to realize something as he looks at his hands silently, then to yours which is bandaged yet he finds carefully crafted to look perfect, then at your face.
"I... don't know anything. I can't understand it unless you tell me, people have called me out for my inability to comprehend something in certain contexts, even when while you're saying something like a particular line or when you were arguing with Bakugou earlier during the sparring... and I... ", he slowly look at you with firm yet kind gaze, "I want to understand, badly want to understand your point of view"
It's like you've been suddenly cornered.
You gulped, of course, even though you would brush off random pick up lines, it doesn't mean he can't get any of it.
Todoriku Shouto may be oblivious but he's not stupid.
"I like you", you don't know where you got your courage to actually say it but his kind and still gaze gives you less hesitation on how you wanna say something, say your feelings.
"Ever since, I start saying lines that you think has confuses you it was just me taking advantage of it hoping you'll take a hint , childish but-", you look at him in the eyes, "i know it is the only way I could get your attention", then to your surprise he slowly gives you a warm smile which put a surge of feeling back to your side.
'ah, I really like him'
"Thank you. I...", you close your eyes, ready for the possible rejection, yet instead you felt warm hands in your cheeks as you feel your cheeks burning up, before feeling his forehead on yours which he put with a gentle tap, making your hearts flutter as you slowly open your eyes, meeting his closed ones, lips saying something that brought your heart to a certain space of beats.
"I like you too".
You wonder, how come someone with two elements for a quirk can make you feel warm and burning yet the has the cold that also has you yearning as you pull him down to the nursing bed, with him—giving you a surprised yet innocently kind gaze, letting you with whatever you think of.
"I'm sorry Todoroki-kun",he gives you a gentle grin, "don't be"
Just as you're about to lean down,the door of the office to open with your classmates bursting open, stunned at you, and the pinned down Todoroki Shouto beneath you. Assuming the worst.
