I forgot about almost all of the modifications he went through so this probably isn't completely accurate. Also, he's ooc, so this is just pure fluff.
Every morning, Shigaraki was greeted by the sight of you, and, every morning, he'd question why you chose to stay by his side. To him, you were ethereal, one who shouldn't be involved in a life of blood and crime, and yet, you slept soundly beside him, as if you didn't have a care in the world. Of course, there were times when he knew you disapproved of his actions, but you never left, and Shigaraki felt like the luckiest man in the world.
He removed the artist's glove from one of his hands - a preventative measure so he wouldn't harm you while the two of you slept - and traced a finger down the soft skin of your cheek. Shigaraki pulled back as you shifted, feeling a spark of guilt as you opened your eyes.
"Go back to sleep," he urged gently, well aware that you needed all the sleep you could get. He had to carry you up to the bed the night before because you had fallen asleep waiting for him to finish wrapping up meetings with the others. He found it cute that you only seemed to be able to have a good night's sleep when you were tucked up against him.
"Don't wanna," came the sleepy reply as he watched you stretch. Once you seemed more awake, you turned to him, lips curling up into a smile. "Let's stay in bed today, starlight."
Shigaraki could feel his ears burn as the pet name fell from your lips. "We can't, and how many times have I told you not to call me that?"
"Plenty, but I know you like it," you laughed and his lips turned up in a small smile at the sound. He'd never admit it to you, but he adored the nickname. Only you could come up with something gentle like that for a monster like him.
Shigaraki remembered it vividly. He had left you behind in the fight against the Meta Liberation Army, leaving you worried sick as he gave no updates. As he began healing from his injuries and becoming the army's leader, he finally sent for you, honestly surprised you had stayed put.
You held him as tightly as you could without injuring him, before pulling back to get a good look at him.
"Your hair," you had said in awe, reaching out to touch the pure white curls that only seemed to accentuate the crimson of his eyes. He wasn't expecting it to be the first thing you mentioned upon seeing him, but he wasn't complaining. He'd rather not have you fret about his healing conditions.
"What about it?" he replied. His tone had been dry, but there was relief and warmth in his eyes upon seeing you.
"It's so pretty. It's like starlight." You had laughed, running your fingers through the soft strands to work out the knots. "My starlight." He had rolled his eyes at that, and he would've just pulled you in to smother you in kisses at how cute it sounded coming from you if it wasn't for Dabi snickering from where he was standing in the doorway after retrieving you.
But here, he was alone with you in the comfort of your shared room. He sat up, pulling the artist's glove back on. "Leaving already?" Your tone was light, but as he looked at you, he could see the sadness in your eyes.
"Not yet," he answered back, well aware of the lack of time they had been spending together. He sat back against the headboard and stretched out his legs before patting the spot between them. A smile once again graced your features as you sat up, situating yourself between his legs and leaning back against his chest. "'M sorry, player two."
You looked up at him, eyes slightly widened. Apologies from Shigaraki were almost nonexistent, even for you. He read the unspoken question in your expression, taking your hands into his.
"I have some work do today, but tomorrow, I'm all yours."
The smile you gave him was radiant and Shigaraki could never get over just how excited you always were to spend time with him. You didn't belong in this world, but you chose to stay and face the changes that came with being with him.
He pressed a kiss to your temple, squeezing your hands before he pulled you in closer. You were his player two and by the gods, he'd do anything to keep that smile on your face.
Heyhey will you ever make new chapters of cherub?? (Ik this is probably really annoying and a lot of ppl probably asked already🥲) but I just read the chapters and idk if I should get my hopes up for the story to be completed.😭😭😭 Literally ignore this if this is annoying 😅
Hello, my love! It's not annoying at all and I'm glad you liked it! I absolutely loved writing cherub, however, it was written quite a while ago and I was planning on rewriting it to actually take the time to do more story planning because even though my writing back then wasn't too bad, there are still things that can be fixed. Long story short, I plan to finish it, I just have no idea when 😅
I remember reading the old nuts and bolts and completely loving it and now that u rewrote it I just wanted to say that I am still deeply in love with the story. I'm very excited how it will continue from here. Have a great day❤️💕
You're too sweet, thank you! If you were curious about a little timeline, the old nuts and bolts was posted almost two years ago and I was sixteen at the time 😅 I'm so glad that you've stuck around to continue reading what I write and I'm so glad you enjoyed the rewritten version! There's definitely more to come and I hope you have a wonderful day as well! ❤
Hi everyone! Sorry I haven't gotten to writing part 3 of nuts and bolts just yet. I ended up catching covid and have kinda just lost motivation to do anything because I've been depressed having to stay inside so much 😅 Hopefully I'll be able to get something out for you guys soon!
nuts and bolts pt 2 // cyborg!bakugou katsuki x fem mechanic!reader
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TW: Sexual harrassment, violence, language
"(Y/N), please be careful up there!" Deku called out as (Y/N) hauled herself up onto the next branch. Despite his concern, she was well aware that he wasn't planning on helping her because her stubbornness wouldn't allow it. "I wouldn't want you to get hurt!"
"Relax, Deku, I'll be fine! Besides, the view is gorgeous up here. You should come see it," she replied, looking down at him from where he stood at the base of the large tree. Seeing his small figure only made her realize how far she had climbed. The young woman shifted her gaze back out to the horizon. The setting sun was beginning to hide behind the mountains, basking them in a beautiful orange glow. she smiled to herself. She settled herself down on the branch, swinging her legs.
"We should head back. It's going to be dark soon."
She looked back down at him with a pout. "Five more minutes," she pleaded, giving him her best puppy eyes. There was a moment of silence before she heard a sigh in response.
"I'll give you two. Kacchan will kill us if we aren't back soon."
"Ugh, fine..."
The view was something to behold and deserved much longer than just two minutes to be enjoyed fully, but it couldn't be helped. Bakugou nearly sent a search party out the last time the pair had been gone long enough to miss dinnertime. So, at Deku's calling, (Y/N) made her way back down the large tree, hopping off the lowest branch and landing on her feet. After standing and brushing the dirt off of her clothes, she looked up.
"Deku?" she called out, confused. The space he had previously occupied when she was up in the tree was now empty. He wouldn't have gone up ahead, he wasn't that type of person. Just where could he have gone?
(Y/N) had barely taken a step from where she stood when she felt a tight grip around her throat, restricting her flow of air. She seemed to lose even more of the precious substance when she was slammed back against a broad chest. She could feel a breath on her ear as she heard a laugh, struggling to escape from her captor's grasp as her vision began to go black at the edges.
"Why don't you just give up?" The person whispered in her ear. She could feel her blood freeze in her veins, pausing her movements as she recognized the voice. Deku. Her love, Deku. Tears welled up in her eyes as she began kicking and screaming, but Deku was barely phased by it. Instead, he just took his other arm and wrapped it around her waist, pressing her further up against his body. "You're cute when you cry, but I'd just wish you'd stop struggling."
"N-never!" she managed to choke out, scratching at his arms, but he only seemed to be amused by her reactions. The arm around her waist even slipped up her shirt slightly to brush against her smooth skin.
"You know what I want, (Y/N). Just give him to me and I won't hurt you."
"N... No!"
"Alright. Have it your way."
It was the last thing she heard before everything went black
(Y/N) woke up screaming, still feeling the ghost of Deku's hand around her neck and wisps of his breath against her ear. She would never give up Bakugou. Never. She'd die before she ever let that happen, even if it was the man she loved asking for him.
She was suddenly held in a tight embrace, her body spiraling into an even bigger panic. "Shh, it's okay. It was a dream," she heard someone say, her brain too far away to even recognize the source. It wasn't until a familiar scent hit her nose that she slowly began to calm back down again. Citrus and mint, a combination she knew intimately.
"Princess, I need you to let go for a moment. I have to change your bandages," Bakugou whispered. It was strange hearing the nickname being said in such a way. (Y/N) usually ever heard it when he was being sarcastic or teasing, but this was different. There was concern in his voice and she could tell, even as he held her tightly in his arms, that he was exhausted. She could only assume he had spent all night looking after her after she had fallen asleep.
She held onto him a bit tighter for a moment, the sound of his own slowing heartbeat effectively helping to slow her own. She savored his warmth and his scent for a little while longer before she pulled back.
The blonde eased her back down, his eyes never leaving hers. She was glad he was there, glad she decided to make the trek out to find him. Without him, she probably wouldn't be here. He wasn't just a savior of the people. He was her savior and he meant so much to her that she'd do anything to protect him.
He finally broke eye contact and stood. (Y/N) couldn't help but let out a whimper, not wanting him to leave. She felt pathetic, not used to depending on someone like this, but she couldn't help it. After last night, she was even more terrified about losing him. He looked back at her once again, giving her a tired smile. "It's okay. I'm just grabbing the first aid kit."
She slowly nodded in response and Bakugou left the room, leaving her alone for a moment. She stared up at the ceiling, trying to recall the events from last night, but everything happened so quickly. As the adrenaline finally seeped from her body, she felt like shit. Everything ached and she didn't even want to look at the places where the most pain came from.
(Y/N) looked back as Bakugou entered the room again, sitting down beside her on the bed. She noticed he was moving slower than before, sure that he just didn't want to hurt her.
"I'm going to have to lift up the shirt, okay, princess?"
She just barely gave a nod, but Bakugou raised an eyebrow, glancing down at the wound that was hidden away from his gaze due to the fabric of his shirt.
"I need to hear it," he said, looking back up into her eyes. "I promise I won't look, I just need to know that you're okay with me doing this. You were in too much pain for me to ask you last night."
It was a little embarrassing to know one of her childhood friends had seen more of her than anyone, but she knew he was only trying to help, and she appreciated it. "It's okay."
Bakugou got to work on changing her bandages as she watched, taking notice of the way his jaw would clench every once in a while. They were both very much aware of who was behind the attack, although one did not want to believe it.
"Do you... do you want to talk about it?" the cyborg asked, breaking the silence. (Y/N) opened her mouth to speak, cutting herself off with a hiss as pain coursed through her body from Bakugou cleaning away the blood. "'M sorry, princess. Almost done, I promise."
She observed him for a little while longer before finally responding, "I don't really remember much. I could hear someone talking, him talking, but I... It was scary."
It could've been a defense mechanism, her brain choosing to forget what happened. Choosing to forget his words and the blinding pain as the wounds were inflicted. She couldn't remember much, but she remembered that they didn't seem to care much that she ran. In fact, it was almost as if he was allowing her to leave. She shook the thought from her mind, not wanting to believe she was an even bigger burden on him than she already was.
"If you do remember, don't feel pressured to talk about it unless you're ready. I'm sure it was traumatic and I don't want to make things worse for you." He finished patching her up and closed the first aid kit, lowering the shirt to cover her skin up once again. "You hungry?"
"Starving..." He smiled and nodded, standing up from the bed.
"Let's get some food in you, okay?"
~
Bakugou wasn't sure what to do. (Y/N) had been on edge all day, flinching at every slight noise and sudden move he'd accidentally make. Even if she couldn't remember what happened, he knew that it left a horrible impression. He could even see how nervous and anxious she'd get whenever he'd leave her alone.
He knew it wasn't safe for the two of them in his rickety apartment, but could he really risk traveling with her? (Y/N) was still badly injured. Sure, she was stubborn enough to stay on her feet to follow him around the apartment, but traveling was different. He wasn't sure if it was the best idea.
Bakugou had been cleaning up the kitchen, needing to give himself something to do so he didn't indulge in the feelings of rage and frustration he felt towards Deku. He glanced over at his unexpected guest at the exact moment he noticed her wincing in pain.
"Angel, you should be resting," he scolded. It wasn't the first time he had told her and it wasn't the first time she had ignored his words.
"But Katsu-" He cut her off with a sigh, moving closer to her. He stopped just before her, eyes looking directly into hers. He reached out and caressed her cheek, surprised when she leaned into his touch.
He studied her for a moment, committing her features to memory. She was so precious and beautiful. The thought of losing her made his heart ache in his chest.
"I almost lost you last night, (Y/N)," he whispered, his eyes flitting back up to hers. "I need you to rest. It isn't safe for us here and if you get hurt again because of me, I'd-"
He stopped himself, resting his forehead against hers. He took a deep breath and cradled her face in his hands. "I need you, princess. Not just because you're my mechanic, but because I care for you. I need you to get better so I can get us both to safety."
She was quiet for a moment, staring back at him and Bakugou could see the concern growing in her eyes.
"Are you scared, Katsu?" she whispered. Normally, she would've teased him about it, but this was different. It was one of the few times he had actually been vulnerable with her, wanting to get it through her head how important it was to him for her to get better.
"Hell yeah, I am," he whispered back, smiling softly as her eyes widened slightly. "Please just rest, (Y/N). I'd feel so much better if you did."
She hesitated for a moment before slowly nodding her head. She adjusted herself before leaning in to press a kiss to Bakugou's cheek. He froze, just trying to process what happened and she began to panic.
"I'm sorry! Sorry, I... I um... I wasn't thinking," she stumbled over her words, biting her lip. She was so worried that she didn't notice that Bakugou snapped out of his little daze, a smirk on his face as she continued to spew apologies.
"Shut up already." He closed the gap between the two of them once again, kissing her forehead. As much as he would've loved to see if her lips were as soft as he had imagined, he knew it wasn't the right time. "Come on, let's get you back in bed."
Bakugou debated on picking her up, but he didn't want to do more damage to her wounds, so he decided against it. Instead, he held her hand, keeping a slow pace as he led her back to his room so she didn't strain herself. He then helped her into bed, making sure she was comfortable. "Do you need anything?"
"No, I don't, but it'd be nice if you'd cuddle with me," she replied and Bakugou raised an eyebrow, not expecting that sort of request. She pouted when he didn't respond immediately. "Please, Katsu?"
Sighing softly, he climbed into bed beside her, noticing how she shifted closer to him. He slowly wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her.
"I know some people who could help us get out of here," he muttered. They were a huge help in his first infiltration, but he honestly wasn't even sure if they were still alive. (Y/N) lifted her head to look up at him, raising an eyebrow. Bakugou narrowed his eyes in return. "Don't look at me like that! You aren't the only person I talk to!"
She let out a soft laugh before hissing in pain, holding onto her abdomen. Bakugou cursed under his breath, quickly checking the bandages to see if any blood had soaked through. Thankfully, the bandages were clean and he let out a relieved sigh.
"When can I meet your friends?" she asked as the pain faded and she got comfortable once more.
"I wouldn't call them that," he rolled his eyes and she smiled, but didn't press the issue.
"Am I your friend?"
Bakugou hesitated, looking into her eyes. She stared back at him expectantly, waiting for an answer. She was so much more than a friend. She was his light, his world, his love, but how could he ever admit that to her when he wasn't sure how she felt about him?
(Y/N) frowned when she didn't get an answer.
"Am I not your friend?"
He wanted to punch himself for taking so long. He was Bakugou fucking Katsuki. Why couldn't he just say that he loved her and has for years now?
"No, you're not," he began, running his fingers through his hair. She opened her mouth to speak and he cut her off, not wanting her to get upset about it. "You're more than that."
The mechanic's eyes lit up and she smiled brightly. "Like best friends?!" He snorted and rolled his eyes. How oblivious could she possibly be?
"Sure, yeah. Let's go with that." He knew it probably wasn't the best time to drop the L word bomb on her just yet. They had a lot going on and it just wasn't the right time to let her know how he truly felt.
Time. A luxury they didn't have at the moment.
Bakugou sighed, hoping he didn't end up regretting his decision.
~
Hours later, Bakugou found himself in the living room, staring at his phone from where it sat on his coffee table. Well, it was less of a coffee table and more of a glorified stool, but it got the job done and that was all that mattered. (Y/N) was still sleeping and he wanted her to rest as much as possible, so he didn't wake her. The more she focused on recovering, the better.
He had asked her earlier if there really was no way for his phone to be tracked and she confirmed. Even with that knowledge, Bakugou was still hesitant to make the call.
It had been three years. Three years since (Y/N) abandoned everything to become his mechanic. Three years since they realized Deku was no longer on their side. Three years since Bakugou went into hiding and practically disappeared off of the face of the Earth, with only (Y/N) being aware of where he lived.
He slowly reached for the small bit of metal, dialing the phone numbers that were ingrained in his memory. The first number went straight to voicemail, the second rang for quite a while before sending him to the voicemail box.
Although not answering the phone didn't equate to the members of his crew being dead, he couldn't help but worry. He'd never admit that to anyone, though, if they asked. He took a deep breath before he dialed the third number he had memorized.
It rang once. Twice. Three times.
Just as Bakugou was about to hang up, the call was answered. He froze and the line was quiet as both waited for the other to speak first.
"How did you get this number?" the voice on the other side of the line asked and relief flooded Bakugou's system.
"I'll be damned. Should've known you wouldn't have been killed so easily, Shitty Hair," he replied and the line went quiet again.
"You're alive? But- but how? That explosion-"
"The details of my survival aren't important right now. If I send you my coordinates, how quickly can you get here?" Bakugou typed his coordinates and sent the message.
"Uh, maybe forty-five to an hour? What's going on? Is everything alright?"
"Not really, but I can explain everything when you get here. Are the other two with you?"
The question that really hung in the air was if they were alive.
"No, but they can be. You'd have to give me a bit more time, though."
Bakugou's lips quirked up slightly. Finally, some good news.
"Fine, whatever. I just need you here as quickly as you can. I'll see you then." Bakugou was just about to hang up when he heard protests from the other side. "What?"
"It's good to hear from you, Bakugou." Bakugou chuckled and shook his head, leaning back against the couch.
"You too, Kirishima."
With that, the call ended and Bakugou felt as if a weight was lifted off his shoulders. After everything, he didn't know if they were still alive, but, then again, he didn't even bother to check, not wanting to risk putting anyone else in danger for trying to find out that information. Although there were still a few members of his crew that needed to be accounted for, he was glad he was now in contact with some of them, hoping the rest were okay as well.
He placed his phone back on the table and quietly headed back to his bedroom. He stood in the doorway, glad that (Y/N) was still sleeping. He'd have them meet her later, not wanting to just throw her into a situation where she would be surrounded by unfamiliar people.
"We'll be out of here soon. I'll keep you safe, I promise," he whispered before he stepped out of the room and closed the door behind him quietly.
~
It was early evening when Bakugou heard the knock at his door. It took a bit longer for them to get here than expected, but it was a relief that they made it in one piece. He answered it and was greeted by three familiar faces.
Kirishima Eijirou was a popular underground fighter. Although Bakugou wasn't sure if that was still what he did for a living, his background proved him useful in helping him become stronger and fight against some of the United Agency's pawns.
Kaminari Denki was a fantastic programmer who once worked for the government, but changed sides after realizing how corrupt they truly were. It was thanks to him that they were able to first make it into the building undetected.
Sero Hanta gathered intel. His ways were... interesting, to say the least, but his methods made it easy for them to learn everything they needed to know. To put things simply, he was a player, but it didn't make him any less of a valuable part of the team.
"Wow, you look like shit," Kaminari said and Sero elbowed him as Bakugou rolled his eyes.
"It's good to see you too," he muttered and ran his hand through his hair. He then opened the door wider, ushering them in. Although Bakugou's movements were quiet and calculated, their footsteps were loud and heavy. "Keep it down!" he hissed, not wanting to wake (Y/N).
The three stopped and exchanged looks before looking back at Bakugou. It was Kirishima who spoke up first.
"What's going on? I'm grateful you called and all, but it would've been nice to have some sort of idea of what was happening," he said, studying Bakugou again. His eyes then landed on his metal arm, widening as if he finally seemed to realize he had them. "I thought all cyborg mechanics were killed off."
"What? No, not all of them. But she's one of the reasons why I wanted you guys here," he replied.
"She? Woah, Bakugou's getting cozy with a mechanic!" Kaminari teased and Bakugou shushed him again before looking back at his bedroom door. "Holy shit, is she here?"
"Yes and she's sleeping, so keep your mouth shut."
"Sleeping? It's almost sundown," Kaminari replied in confusion.
"Bakugou, what happened?" Kirishima asked, shifting topics to the more important one at hand. "What's going on?"
Bakugou sighed, running his hand over his face. Despite managing to get a few hours of sleep with (Y/N) he was still exhausted.
"I need your help. I can't do this alone and (Y/N) is-"
"Katsu?"
All four heads turned to face (Y/N) as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Bakugou sighed again as he looked over at her, stepping closer so she didn't have to walk on her injured leg.
"You should still be resting. I'll change your bandages again in a minute," he replied. "Go back to bed."
"I'm not going to unless you come with me," she said to him, not backing down. In any other case, her words would've seemed suggestive, but after the nightmare she had this morning, he was sure she just needed him there to help her sleep.
"Fine, just sit down at least." She took a step away from him and it was then that she finally realized they had an audience. The three stared at her in shock and she shifted uncomfortably, heading over to sit on the couch.
"You must be the friends Katsu was talking about earlier. It's nice to meet you," she said with a small smile, but Bakugou could tell that their presence was making her a bit nervous. There was a reason why the people who worked with her were women and there was a reason why the only people she trusted were the ones she worked with and Bakugou.
"What the hell, man?! Why are you keeping such a cute girl hidden away like this?" Kaminari blurted out and (Y/N) flinched, causing Bakugou to glare at him before immediately making his way over to comfort her.
"Keep your voice down," he repeated, but it lacked malice this time around. He turned his attention back to (Y/N), who rested her head against his shoulder. He rubbed her back gently, knowing the situation would probably seem odd to their three guests, but she was in a rough spot and he didn't want to stop comforting her just because they had an audience.
He had also failed to mention (Y/N) even before she became his mechanic, not wanting her to become involved in his plans with his crew. Most of them had never even seen him interact with a girl, let alone treat one the way he did when it came to his mechanic.
"Is she okay?" Sero asked and Bakugou looked down at (Y/N) for a moment before looking back af him.
"She's been through a lot. Just... be careful," he muttered. "Last night he attacked her. Even though he was after me, she ended up getting hurt in the process. I need to get her out of here and I need your help if I want to start planning another infiltration."
(Y/N) lifted her head to look up at him and the three others stared at him in shock.
"Are you insane?" (Y/N) asked, looking into his eyes. Bakugou was sure she was trying to make sense of his words, but he was serious. He was planning on tearing the government inside out, even if it meant he had to do it alone. He didn't want her to find out like this, but it was probably better if she knew sooner rather than later.
"Maybe, but it needs to be done," he replied simply. Her eyes narrowed and Bakugou was a little shocked, it being the first sign of anger and it wasn't even directed at the person he felt like she should truly be mad at.
"You nearly died last time!"
"You're right."
"And you're still going?!"
"Sweetheart, you were the one who told me that people look up to me."
(Y/N) opened her mouth to speak before closing it, looking away stubbornly. Bakugou ran a hand over his face, letting out a sigh before he looked back over at the trio. He raised an eyebrow, silently asking for a response.
"We're missing two," Sero spoke up, as if it were the first time he noticed since they had arrived. "Are they coming?"
"I wasn't able to contact them," Bakugou replied.
"So you haven't been able to either?" Kaminari asked and the room fell silent as they began to silently mourn for the death of their comrades. Bakugou was aware that (Y/N) was quiet for a different reason, but he hoped that she'd forgive him soon.
"I want to help."
Bakugou's head whipped to face (Y/N), not expecting her to be the first one to speak, especially when the question wasn't even directed to her.
"No," he practically snarled. Had she not been paying attention to anything he had said earlier? "You need to focus on getting better."
"Why is it okay if you put your life on the line, but I can't?" she snapped back and his eyes narrowed.
"Because your life is already on the line without even helping us!" he shouted. (Y/N) stared at him in shock before her eyes narrowed into a glare. His own eyes widened as the gravity of his words sunk in. "(Y/N), I didn't mean-"
"Forget it. If you just consider me to be baggage, leave me," she muttered, getting up and heading back to Bakugou's bedroom. He could see her trying to hide her limp as she walked on her injured leg, wanting nothing more than to just scoop her up and bring her to bed, but he knew that would only make things worse. She slammed the door behind her and the four were left alone.
Kaminari whistled. "Well, that sure was awkward."
"I mean, you can count us in, but why won't you let her, Bakugou? With what she's been through, she's probably one of the ones with the biggest grudge against the United Agency," Kirishima piped up and Bakugou sighed, shaking his head.
As much as one would like to think so, Bakugou knew it wasn't the case, especially with Deku now being heavily involved in the government's shitshow. He knew her priorities would lie in trying to save Deku and he wasn't quite sure how he felt about trying to turn that bastard's life around again, no matter how close they used to be in the past.
"If you're in, you better start packing your shit. We need to get out of here as soon as possible," Bakugou ordered as he stood. They wouldn't be able to travel much, but they could definitely get a head start if Deku hadn't already figured out where they were.
Deku.
Bakugou promised himself that he was going to make his life a living hell along with the rest of the United Agency. If they thought he was a nuisance in the past with his rebellion, he was now going to be a thorn in there side, persistent and unwavering.
He was going to protect the ones he loved and put an end to their corrupt system. Considering how close they once were the last time, it couldn't take too long, right?
~
He heard her coming before she even entered his office. How couldn't he with how much the place echoed? Not to mention the fact that the cadence of her footsteps was more recognizable due to the fact that she usually had more of a bounce to her step while everyone else's footsteps were often slower and quieter.
"Deku!" she chirped as the door flung wide open. Despite having heard her coming from halfway down the hall, he wished she had learned how to knock before entering. Deku lifted his gaze from his paperwork to look up at the intruder. "Did you miss me?"
Toga Himiko. She had been practically glued to his side ever since he made his choice to stay. Although he was very much willing to handle the dirty work, she often went in his stead. Even if it annoyed him, she was a useful tool that was willing to do whatever he asked of her, so he couldn't just get rid of her.
"I wasn't expecting you to be gone for so long," he said, watching as she shifted her weight. Deku knew what she was waiting for and slowly slid his chair back to make room for her before beckoning her over. Toga beamed and immediately made her way over, sitting down on his lap.
"I might have gotten a little carried away," she replied as she curled up against him and rested her head on his shoulder. "But I'm sure we got the message across." She pulled out a small folder and placed it on his desk.
Without hesitation, he opened the folder. He was greeted with photos of his childhood friend's bloody body and the ransacked repair shop. Behind the photos was a small stack of paperwork with all of (Y/N)'s notes on Bakugou since she took on being his mechanic. He smirked and looked over at Toga, taking one of her hands and bringing it to his lips to kiss her knuckles.
"This is perfect. I should've known you wouldn't let me down, unlike someone else," he said and Toga hummed in response, shifting their hands so their fingers were laced further.
"I'd do anything to keep you happy Zuku, you know that," she smiled, hiding her face in the crook of his neck before she began to press kisses to his skin. Deku tilted his head to give her more access, a silent gesture for her to continue. She had been such a huge help in getting this info, so he felt as though she needed to be rewarded.
"And no one saw you?" Toga shook her head in response.
"'Course not. Even if they did, I went in as you, like you said."
Deku tugged at Toga's hair, pulling her head back so they made eye contact. Toga smiled and looked between his eyes and his lips, not even bothering to hide her desires.
"You can have one," he began, tugging on Toga's hair harder as she moved forward to kiss him. Toga whined, a pout on her face, but she looked back up into Deku's eyes, waiting for him to finish. "You can have one now and every single piece of information you bring to me about them earns you another. If you find where they are, I'm yours for the day."
Toga's eyes lit up, her smile wide as she kissed his cheek. "Deal!"
"Perfect. I'm counting on you, Himiko." He then pressed his lips against hers in a searing kiss, not minding the way their tongues clashed. Deku opened his eyes just in time to see his office door shut behind someone as they left.
Good. Hopefully it'd serve as a reminder to not come back empty handed again.
plot: As the fiancé of the city’s largest mafia boss, you were used to getting dragged along to certain meetings. You knew the procedure, sit still look pretty. But tonight? You felt like having things your way. Let’s just say, they don’t go as planned.
a/n: What does it take for me to write again? Being locked in a room for 14 days :’) I swear I was doing so well until I got to the fight scene then my brain died on itself, but enjoy! (p.s. if anyone can recognize where half that fight scene comes, I’ll marry you)
I am begging pls give us a part 2 for nuts and bolts
😂 I'm working on it! Finals are coming up soon and then I have a month break! I'm hoping to get it out in the next few weeks. I've planned for this to be a multiple part series, for those who didn't know!
nuts and bolts (rewritten) // cyborg!bakugou x fem mechanic!reader
Hi everyone! Sorry this took so long... I just wanted to rewrite this, focusing mainly on Bakugou’s POV and improve the writing a little bit. This is gonna be a little different from the original, so please give it a read! Thanks loves!
TW: Foul language, mentions of gore and violence, blood
Bakugou scoffed as he took in the surroundings of the waiting room for the fifth time since he arrived and checked in with the pink haired receptionist. Although the lighting in the room was dim he was well aware that the other people present were all criminals in some way, just like he was. However, a significantly large bounty was placed on Bakugou’s head and he was positive they’d turn him over in a heartbeat in order to be pardoned for their crimes and get the hefty sum of money that would be rewarded to the person that turned him in. The blond pushed his hoodie further over his head and crossed his arms over his chest, tapping his foot against the concrete. He had grown used to the weight of his metal left limb, knowing it was going to be a pain in the ass to get used to the new weight once it was replaced.
The last thing he wanted was more physical therapy sessions. He didn't want to have to deal with rolling around in a wheelchair for another few weeks. Hopefully, it wouldn't need to come to that and he'd be free to leave once his new limbs were installed.
Thankfully, nothing needed to be fixed internally. That was a much longer process and Bakugou still wasn't sure what to think about the fact that there were metal pieces inside of him that were necessary in order for him to just live. No matter how much he tried to deny it, there was absolutely no way he could live without his mechanic keeping him in check.
Bakugou turned to look at the clock in the room, realizing he had been waiting for almost an hour. He never had to wait such a long time before, a mix of annoyance and slight concern pressing down on his chest. ‘What the hell is the hold up?’ he thought to himself. If (Y/N) wasn’t the only person he trusted to handle his prosthetics, he most definitely would’ve left a long time ago.
“I’m so sorry!” a voice cried out as the heavy wooden door suddenly opened with enough force to bang against the wall. The sound startled two of the others in the room, heads whipping around to face the newcomer. Bakugou turned to face the voice, recognizing the young woman as one of (Y/N)’s assistants. He had been a client of hers for years, but had never really bothered to learn the names of either of her assistants. Then again, he also didn't really care. Round Face was what he called the one standing in the doorway. He called the receptionist at the check in counter Pinky, which was a simple enough nickname to give due to her fluffy pink hair. “(Y/N) is running quite a bit behind today and she asks to come back tomorrow, unless you don’t mind waiting.”
Some grumbles could be heard from the others before they began filing out of the makeshift waiting room. Bakugou watched them go, knowing he wasn’t just going to leave. (Y/N)’s little hideout was well out of his way and he didn’t feel like taking the trip for a second time. Not to mention the fact that his mere presence puts everyone's life at risk. He didn't want to take another chance by coming back tomorrow.
Round Face looked over at Bakugou, studying him for a moment before she finally realized who he was. She looked down at her clipboard before looking back at him with a smile. “She’s ready to see you, if you’re all set.”
“About damn time,” the cyborg grumbled, standing and following Round Face through the maze of hallways to the mechanic’s workspace. He still was unsure as to how they all managed to navigate through the place without getting lost. He had a hard time finding his way to the bathroom at times, but he wouldn’t ever end up admitting that to any of them.
“Here we are!” Round Face announced as she stopped in front of the familiar door to (Y/N)’s workspace. She knocked on the door and there was clanging of metal and hurried footsteps before the door was flung open.
“Katsuki!” the familiar voice of his repair girl chirped once she recognized Bakugou. She turned to look at Round Face, smiling. “Thank you for bringing him, you can take a break now.” The brunette smiled and bowed her head before disappearing in the maze of hallways. (Y/N) opened the door wider and stepped aside to let Bakugou in before heading back over to her work bench. “Give me just a minute while I finish up the last few tests on your prosthetics.”
Bakugou headed inside and sat down on the small cot that was pushed against one of the walls, the metal frame groaning under his weight. He then took a look around, noting that the usually organized and clean work space was trashed with scrap metal and an endless amount of screws. He knew it wasn't like her to leave a mess like this, well aware of how meticulous she was when it came to organizing everything.
“Oi, when was the last time you slept?” he asked, watching her carefully as she tinkered with, what he assumed were, his new prosthetics. "Hey, I'm talking to you."
“Shirt and boot off,” (Y/N) ordered him gently, bringing the prosthetics over to him and setting them down beside him on the cot. Bakugou grabbed her wrist and pulled her close, earning a surprised yelp from her. He then gripped her chin gently and tilted her head up to get a good look at her. His eyes narrowed when he realized just how exhausted she looked. (Y/N) let out a sigh, shaking her head. “I’m fine, Katsuki. It’s not the first time I’ve pulled a few all-nighters in a row.”
He scoffed, releasing her before he began pulling off his hoodie and boot. Unlike the first few times since he had gained the metal limbs, he found it easier to bare himself to her. To her, he knew that he wasn't a monster or the famous fugitive everyone knew him as. To (Y/N), he was just Bakugou Katsuki, and he would never stop being thankful for that. "You know you should be taking more care of yourself. You’re never late, what happened?”
“Just finishing up some last minute repairs. Guess I just lost track of time,” she replied and he rolled his eyes, well aware that wasn't the whole truth. As much as he wanted to stay mad at her for making him wait so long and worrying him, there was no way that he could. He loved her too much and even if he ever was mad at her, her pouty faces and puppy eyes were hard to ignore. If anyone questioned whether he had a soft spot for her, he’d deny it fiercely, but (Y/N) was the only one who knew every side of him. She may not have been a true criminal like he was, but she had stolen his heart, which he figured was a bad enough crime.
"You're hiding something." It was more of a statement than a question.
The mechanic sighed, "I need to relocate again soon. The soldiers are zeroing in on this place and Mina and Ochako are scrambling to find us some other place to station ourselves."
He could see the stress in the way her body tensed, in her eyes that were void of their usual light. Out of habit, he reached out and grabbed her hand, tracing gentle shapes along the back of it. It was a simple gesture, one developed as kids to calm you down without making a big scene over it.
As much as Bakugou wished she'd stop worrying about him and instead focus on herself, he knew she wouldn't listen. It was the one thing that always frustrated him about her, especially when her life was constantly at risk for a completely different reason than him just being there.
"You should get some rest. We can reschedule when you relocate," he muttered. His eyes narrowed once more as she shook her head, instead going straight to work on observing his current prosthetics for any damages or issues.
"Your newer prosthetics are lighter, but the nerve connection might leave you sore for a bit, so try to take it easy," she warned, ignoring his words. Sometimes the blond wondered if she did things like this to really piss him off, but he knew she had always been like this.
He leaned back on his hands as she began moving his metal appendage this way and that, the cot creaking loudly throughout the room. "Take it easy? Do you know who you're talking to?"
A soft laugh bubbled up from (Y/N)'s lips, a sound he missed in the few weeks it had been since he had last seen her. Despite his tracker being removed from his phone, he still refused to contact her unless something was wrong with his prosthetics, which was rare.
"Of course I do. I'm talking to Bakugou Katsuki: a living and breathing legend," she hummed, the smile on her face a few moments after she had said it. "I just wish that your legend wasn't you being a fugitive."
Bakugou watched as she reached her hand out and placed it over one of the scars that ran across his chest. His skin felt warm at her touch and he gently grabbed her hand, pulling it away. He knew she still felt guilty, but the scars that were left weren't her fault.
“Stop overworking yourself, it isn’t healthy. Have you even eaten anything today?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. As if right on cue, her stomach growled and Bakugou rolled his eyes before shoving his foot back into his boot. “Okay, we’re taking a break.”
“Katsuki, I can’t. I still have to- ah!” (Y/N) squealed as Bakugou stood up and tossed her over his shoulder before she could react. “Put me down, I can walk!”
“Calm down, don’t work yourself up.” His hold on her loosened when she seemed to relax, heading back out into the hallways. He looked around, trying to figure out the right way to go. ‘Stupid fucking maze,’ he thought to himself.
He began heading down a path, taking a few turns before realizing he had absolutely no idea where he was. Had more tunnels been added since he had last been there?
“Are you lost, Katsuki?” (Y/N) purred and he rolled his eyes. He knew she was getting a kick out of this, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of admitting it. “Come on, just admit it and I’ll tell you where to go. You can’t do everything by yourself, you know.”
“Shut it,” Bakugou replied sharply, but there was no real hostility in his words. He was sure she seemed to realize as she simply hummed a response. He turned down another hallway, clenching his jaw when it split into two different paths.
“Just so you know, you’re getting farther away,” he heard the mechanic whisper. Having had enough of wandering around aimlessly and just wanting her to get something into her system, he set her down. She seemed to get the message, giving him a smug grin before she turned and led him through the maze of hallways until they reached the kitchen.
“You’re a pain in my ass,” Bakugou muttered, opening up the fridge to see what she had inside. He blinked a few times, trying to process just what the hell he was seeing. “(Y/N)?”
“Hm?”
“Why the hell do you have prosthetics in your fridge instead of actual food?”
“Oh! The cold metal keeps me awake when I’m pulling all nighters.”
“Remind me again why I keep coming here.”
“Because I’m the best mechanic there is! That's why I have to keep being the best so you won't leave even with my little antics.”
Bakugou frowned at that as he closed the fridge. 'Does she really believe that?' he thought to himself. He hated how easy it was for (Y/N) to mention him leaving, like she expected him to disappear at any given moment. As a fugitive, he understood slightly, but he would never leave her, not willingly, at least. He couldn't just leave after she had stolen his heart so long ago.
He couldn't leave while hers was still so fragile.
He knew she had given up her freedom to become his mechanic. If she never chose this path, she wouldn’t be in so much danger and he wouldn’t have to worry about her as much as he did.
"Katsuki?" she called out softly, a little confused as she snapped him out of his thoughts. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair as he looked over at her.
"(Y/N), I couldn't care less if you're the best mechanic... If it's you-" he cut himself off, the words dying on his lips. If it's you, it doesn't matter.
The mechanic blinked, still a little confused. Just as he was about to clarify, he spotted Pinky in the doorway.
"Sorry to interrupt," she began, eyeing the two before her eyes fell solely on her boss, giving her a look. It was an exchange without words, but it was one that (Y/N) seemed to understand perfectly. She made her way over to the receptionist, looking back over her shoulder at Bakugou.
"There are some takeout menus in the drawer. Feel free to order whatever you want, it's on me," she smiled. Their footsteps grew quieter as they left and Bakugou let out a sigh, rubbing at his temples.
He had the courage to start an uprising against the government, but still couldn't find the words to say that he loved (Y/N). He found it pathetic, honestly. He had tried to stuff the feelings down before, but they only hit him back with ten times more force every time he saw her. However, the last thing he wanted was to lose her for good.
"-gou? Bakugou!" he heard, startled out of his thoughts. The cyborg turned, spotting Round Face again, who gave him a relieved smile. "Sorry, you were lost in your own world there."
"What do you want?" he asked, not sure why she had even approached him. She was rather new, but Bakugou was positive that she knew exactly who he was.
"Oh, um, you just seem close to (Y/N), I guess I was just curious if she was always like this," she replied and Bakugou raised an eyebrow, a silent gesture for her to clarify. Round Face cleared her throat before continuing, "Her condition, I mean. She's been stressing out a lot and Mina has been fretting over her."
Before Bakugou could stop himself, he was speaking. "She's always had a bad immune system and was constantly sick when we were kids, but it didn't start getting this bad until recently." He clenched and unclenched his metal hand, a silent reminder that he was part of the reason why (Y/N) had been so stressed. "Still, it didn't stop her from pushing herself to learn about all of this stuff after I decided to be a fucking idiot."
"But?"
"But what?"
"I don't know, it just seems like you have more to say."
He honestly wasn't even sure why he was still entertaining this conversation. He didn't know who this girl was and his personal life with his mechanic had nothing to do with whoever the hell she was, so he couldn't understand why she was still questioning him. "It's none of your damn business."
Round Face held up her hands in defense, taking a step back. "Okay, that's fair," she replied, falling quiet for a moment. Bakugou took the opportunity to look through some of the takeout menus that were in the drawer (Y/N) had mentioned.
He assumed Round Face had left before she decided to speak up again. "You know, it's great to have you around. It's obvious you care for her and it's nice to know that you're pushing her to take care of herself. (Y/N) never listens to us."
"She never listens. She's always been too kind and naive for her own good. She doesn't even seem to care if she ends up killing herself in the process."
Why was he still talking to her?
"You like her, don't you?" Round Face asked. "Romantically, I mean."
The question sent him reeling. Was it that obvious that a stranger could figure it out? Despite that, what he felt for (Y/N), his childhood friend and mechanic, was stronger than anyone could imagine. He couldn't believe she boiled it down to him just "liking" her.
Voices from down the hall kept him from snapping at the brunette, seeing (Y/N) and Pinky soon enter into the kitchen. (Y/N) noticed the menu Bakugou had been looking at just a few moments before and smiled.
"Did you order something yet?" she asked.
"No, I was distracted," he replied, pushing the menu over to her as she headed over.
"(Y/N), we're going to head out," Pinky said, seeming to speak for both herself and Round Face. (Y/N) looked over at them, tilting her head.
"You guys aren't going to stay to eat?" she asked and Pinky laughed, shaking her head.
"We're good, thanks. We'll see you tomorrow!"
And, with that, they were alone again.
The cyborg watched as his mechanic began to look through the menu, trying to decide what to order.
"(Y/N), do you really think I'll leave if you aren't the best mechanic?" he found himself asking her. She seemed to hesitate at the question, thinking over her answer.
"Well, yeah," she admitted with a shrug. "You always did say that you wanted the best, so I became the best and will always be the best, so your repairs won't be done by anyone else!"
Bakugou had plenty of things to feel guilty about and he sometimes felt like it would eat him alive. He couldn't stand to hear such things, wishing that she'd care less about him and more about herself.
"Katsu?" she called out, her voice softer this time as the nickname slipped from her lips. Bakugou tensed, having not heard that name in years. He let out a shaky breath, turning towards (Y/N) so quickly that she jumped. "What's wrong?"
"Why did you ever stop calling me that?" His voice was soft as he spoke and that question alone seemed to bring his love to the realization that she had called him something other than his given name.
"I-" she started, clenching and unclenching her fists at her sides. "I didn't mean to...," she whispered. She turned away from him, searching through the cabinets. He assumed it was just to give herself something to do and not the fact that she was actively looking for something. He let her search, allowing the silence between them to settle.
"You don't have to worry about being the best for me, you know," the blond spoke up after a while. He heard the cabinets close, turning to face his mechanic, who seemed to be trying to make sense of his words. "But you didn't answer my question."
He watched as she seemed to struggle to comprehend what he said before shaking her head, feeling his heart sink. Her voice came out as a whisper as she said, "I promised I'd be the best for you. If I'm not the best, you'll leave."
He still couldn't believe that she couldn't wrap her head around what he meant. He wasn't going to leave and he wasn't going to let anyone take him. As long as you were still in the picture, he'd never leave.
"As for the nickname...," he snapped out of his thoughts as she spoke up again, watching as she shifted her weight uncomfortably. "You said you always hated it. I mean you hated whenever Deku called you-"
"Don't say that bastard's name around me," he spat. He hated whenever Deku was brought up, especially because he was the reason Bakugou was like this and partially the reason why (Y/N)'s health was deteriorating.
"I'm sorry," she whispered and Bakugou could feel himself panic as he saw tears well up in her eyes. In all the years he had known (Y/N), he had only ever seen her cry one other time, and it was when he had gotten such bad injuries because of Deku. He pulled her in for a hug, rubbing her back gently in an attempt to calm her down.
She was always so strong, no matter what. Although he hated to see her cry, he knew it wasn't good for her to bottle things in. Bakugou knew she missed Deku. Hell, he'd be lying if he said he didn't miss the green haired bastard too.
"I'll always be here for you, okay? You can call me Katsu if you want too, alright?" he asked softly. He'd do anything to see that smile on her face again, not wanting to admit that he actually liked the nickname he had been given so long ago. It took a while before he could feel her relax in his arms and she slowly lifted her head to look up at him.
"Okay, let's get your prosthetics done."
~
Bakugou didn't think he'd ever get used to this. Without his prosthetics, he felt weightless. He watched as his mechanic examined his former metal limbs, almost positive she'd be stripping them for parts later. She placed them down on her work table carefully before heading back over to the cot.
Dinner had been forgotten, to Bakugou's dismay. He wished she could've gotten something in her system, but she seemed so determined to get things done that he didn't feel like arguing.
"If you didn't become a mechanic, what would you have done?" the blond found himself asking. (Y/N) looked up at him, startled for a moment before she examined the newer prosthetics once again to make sure nothing was wrong with them.
"I'm not sure," she replied, thinking for a moment before shrugging. "I just want everyone to be safe."
"There has to be something else you've wanted to do."
"I never thought I'd get this far."
The words caught him off guard, but he quickly felt himself grow annoyed. "So you've just expecting this stupid fucking condition of yours to kill you? Are you serious?"
Her eyes narrowed into a glare, but she kept quiet as she began to connect the metal arm to his body. "So what?"
"What the fuck do you mean?! There has to be something more you want out of life!" he shouted, his voice echoing in the makeshift workshop.
"My life doesn't matter," she snapped back and Bakugou's jaw clenched.
"Don't spout that bullshit at me! Do you know how much people rely on you? Do you know how much I rely on you?!" He hissed in pain when a sudden jerk of (Y/N)'s wrench aggressively connected his nerves together. As much as he wanted to yell at her until she understood, he forced himself not to, not wanting to push her away even further. "Are you not taking care of yourself on purpose?"
"I just lost track of time and got caught up with work. You worry too much," she muttered in response, but she wasn't making eye contact.
She was lying.
"Are you just fucking waiting for your body to give out on you?! You need to take care of yourself!"
"Enough, already!" He fell quiet as she shouted at him, but watched with narrowed eyes as she continued to connect the prosthetics to his body. Once she had finished connecting both limbs, she stood, giving them a once over before stepping away. "They're connected, and you don't need to come see me any more. It's my best work, so it's only going to need minor adjustments, but you're Bakugou Katsuki, I'm sure you could figure it out yourself."
"Wait a damn-"
"There are a bunch of people that look up to you, you know. They only keep quiet out of fear. You and I both know the real Deku would never-"
"Don't say that fucker's name!"
"Or what, Bakugou?!"
Hearing his last name coming from her mouth stung. They had known each other since they were kids. He couldn't remember the last time she called him that. "I can't believe you... That asshole is the reason why we're in this mess to begin with."
"Test them out," (Y/N) ordered, shifting topics. Annoyed, Bakugou lifted his arm, a bit surprised by how light it was compared to his previous one. As he got used to the weight, she got started on connecting the nerves in his foot to his new prosthetic.
Silence filled the room, but it wasn't a comfortable silence like it always used to be. This time, the tension was so thick, you could cut it with a knife.
"You're in love with him, aren't you?" Bakugou asked as he came to the realization. A sharp pain twisted in his chest once the words left his mouth, only hoping that the disappointment and hurt in his voice couldn't be heard.
"What does that have to do with you?" she asked in response, finishing the nerve connection and standing up straight. There was no lilt to her voice, no jokes. The words were clipped and harsh, something Bakugou wasn't used to when it came to the woman standing before him.
If her intention was to cut him with her words, she had most definitely succeeded.
"Why? After everything he did?" His voice was softer now, his heart begging for an explanation. The ache in his chest only seemed to get worse. He wanted, no, needed an answer.
"Love is complicated. You won't understand."
Bakugou had had flings here and there, but he knew what love was. Hell, he'd even argue that the feelings he had for his mechanic were even stronger than that. It was both a lovely and awful feeling.
It was a feeling that was tearing him apart from the inside out.
(Y/N) turned away from him, heading back over to her work table and starting to dismantle his former prosthetics to gather spare parts. "If there are no issues with the prosthetics, you're free to leave."
A part of Bakugou wanted to stay, mainly out of spite, but the other knew he had to leave. He wasn't sure how much longer he could take it. He felt like he was suffocating with how thick the tension was.
"No getting on my ass about overdoing it?" he asked, letting out a scoff when he didn't receive an answer. "Whatever." He pulled his hoodie back on and shoved his metal foot back into his boot, not sparing (Y/N) a last glance as he slammed the door shut behind him.
There was a reason he usually kept people at arm's length and this was exactly why.
Who would want to willingly get their heart broken?
~
Bakugou shoved the jammed door open with his shoulder, tossing his keys onto a rickety table as he entered. If the world were in better conditions, the apartment he rented out would not be considered suitable for living, but it was all he could afford and his landlady was an elderly woman nearing her 80s who had no idea she was technically harboring a fugitive.
A sigh left his lips as he collapsed on the couch, the weight of his new limbs still surprising him. When he was tired, he didn't feel the same pull of gravity on the heavy metal pieces. Instead, they felt just as light as his normal arm did, well aware he'd have to relearn how to properly balance out his weight again.
The cyborg lifted his prosthetic arm, his fingers running over the sleek metal. It truly was a masterpiece, one of her best creations yet. Her skill was remarkable and to think that, in a way, she'd always be a part of him caused a smile to tug at his lips. As he continued to run his fingers over his new limb, his nail caught on a small latch and he sat up, observing it closer.
There was a barely visible notch in the metal and Bakugou knew it couldn't have been a mistake. Her work was so meticulously crafted that it was impossible for it to be a mistake. He popped up the piece of metal, letting out a soft chuckle as a secret compartment was revealed.
"I'll be damned...," he muttered to himself, pulling out a folded up slip of paper inside. He opened it up, leaning back against the cushions as he recognized (Y/N)'s familiar handwriting.
Ta-dah! You found it. Pretty neat, huh? Anyway, I thought it'd be nice to have a little compartment for whatever. I don't know, I thought it'd be convenient. I'm not sure what you'd want to hide other than yourself, though. OK, that's it! Don't wreck my work, or else! >:( - Yours truly, (Y/N)
Bakugou's fingers traced the letters on the page. He could just imagine her half asleep, but triumphant as she wrote this little letter to show off her accomplishments. It made him feel guilty that he probably wouldn't be able to see any more. (Y/N) seemed to hate him now and if he had never harbored any hatred towards Deku for what he did, he surely felt it now.
He honestly wasn't even sure what he should do. Should he go back to see her in person? Should he leave her be? He couldn't imagine a world without her by his side, not sure what if life would even be worth living if that were the case.
He didn't even have the chance to tell her the three words that had been on the tip of his tongue for years now.
He pulled his phone out of his pocket. It was mostly unused, despite the tracking devices being removed. Although he still felt he was putting his love at risk by simply contacting her, he knew he couldn't just let this go. He couldn't lose her.
He opened up her contact, staring at the keyboard as it popped up, waiting for him to type in a message. Bakugou wasn't sure where to start, typing and deleting the message several times before he finally decided on something simple.
To: (Y/N) (L/N)
I hope you'll see yourself the way I do someday
He set his phone down, deciding he needed to let off some steam. Seeing (Y/N) had only worked him up and hurt him. He needed to let it go and forget, at least for a little while.
~
His knuckles welcomed the feeling of the impact against the punching bag, honestly not sure how long he had been at it. It was long enough for his arms to ache and for his knuckles to split and bleed, but the pain was a good distraction. It was just him and the bag full of sand. Just him and an object he could release all of his frustrations on. It felt good to let everything out, to forget.
The blond bounced on his toes, letting out another barrage of punches. His mind was blank, his blows calculated after years of training.
Everything was fine until an image of that freckle faced bastard popped into his head. With that, his concentration was broken and his jaw clenched. He missed the opportunity to hit the punching bag and it came back with enough force to cause him to stumble back.
Why the hell did he have to think of him?
Bakugou took a moment to collect his thoughts before he reached forward to grab the punching bag to stop it from swaying. He rested his forehead against the leather, the cool material feeling nice against his sweaty forehead.
"You've fucked up big time, Deku," he muttered to himself, but there was no anger in his voice. It was defeat, acceptance that he had lost the one other person that was important to him and, because of him, he was going to lose the love of his life as well. "Is this what you wanted? To make her hate me? Well, fuck, if that was your goal, you won." He let out a dry laugh before stepping away from the punching bag.
He could feel exhaustion settling into his bones, wanting to shower and wash the day away. He'd worry about his knuckles later, just wanting to feel clean.
He couldn't wash away his own sins, but he could wash away the sweat that came with them.
Bakugou didn't bother to check his phone, not wanting to cause himself more heartbreak. Instead, he grabbed a pair of boxers and sweatpants before heading into the bathroom. Well, it was less of a bathroom and more of a closet with a shower, sink and toilet shoved inside. He turned on the water before undressing and getting in.
In this part of the city, there wasn't ever any hot water, but he wasn't complaining much. It cooled him down and soothed the pain in his knuckles, so it was good enough for him. He let the water run down his body, becoming numb to the sensation as he became lost in thought.
"Deku!" (Y/N) shouted as she rushed into the room. Deku looked up at her, raising an eyebrow in response and keeping the punching bag still as Bakugou continued to punch it. "Deku, they're burning!"
The freckled man's eyes widened and he suddenly let go of the punching bag, causing Bakugou to suddenly stumble forward as the impact of his punch caused the bag to swing. Bakugou grumbled something under his breath, but followed the two of them into the kitchen.
Smoke filled the kitchen and (Y/N) scrambled to open a window as Deku quickly grabbed the pan of burnt food and put it in the sink. Were they really so engrossed in training that they hadn't smelled something burning?
"How the hell did you manage to burn eggs? They're one of the simplest things to make!" Bakugou yelled as he stepped forward to shut the oven off. However, their movements weren't fast enough to stop the fire alarm.
"I lost track of time!" Deku replied frantically, helping (Y/N) wave the smoke out of the open window. They looked ridiculous as they flailed their arms around.
Before they knew it, the sprinklers went off, effectively soaking the three of them in order to put out the supposed fire. "Damn it, Deku!"
"I'm sorry!"
They both froze when they heard laughter, looking over at (Y/N) to see her clutching her stomach as she laughed. The last thing they expected her to do was laugh after Deku nearly burnt his apartment down, but here she was. The two males exchanged looks before they both began to laugh along with you.
"Why don't we just leave the cooking to Katsu, okay?" (Y/N) asked, earning a nod of agreement from both Deku and Bakugou.
Bakugou opened his eyes, unsure why he was suddenly remembering such a thing. Was it because that was the day he realized he had feelings for one of his childhood best friends or could it be because that was the day that his other childhood best friend suddenly vanished into thin air?
He scrubbed his body clean, but stayed in long enough for the water to grow even colder. Even then, he still stayed for a few more minutes, just watching the blood from his knuckles turn the water pink. As soon as he managed to force himself out of the shower, he got himself dressed and began wrapping his knuckles with bandages.
His entire body grew rigid when he suddenly heard a banging at his door. Immediately, he checked his phone. It was much too late for him to expect anyone to show up at his run down apartment, but if it were the government's pawns, they'd simply bust the door down.
Bakugou finished wrapping his right hand before grabbing a pocket knife, brandishing it as he cautiously made his way over to the door. He stopped in front of it for a moment when he heard silence, wondering if the person left.
He was proven wrong when the banging started up again. However, this time, it was followed by a soft voice calling out his name, a voice he recognized. The knife clattered out of his hand and he yanked the door open.
His eyes widened at the sight. (Y/N) swayed on her feet, bloodied and bruised and in the absolute worst condition he had ever seen her in. His anger was overruled by his concern and he swept her up, slamming the door shut with his foot before he rushed to the kitchen. He pushed everything off of the kitchen, before gently setting her down.
"What the hell happened?" he asked, rushing to grab the first aid kit before coming back with it. There was a deep gash along her abdomen, along with another large wound along her left calf and several other smaller cuts and bruises littering her body.
"H-he found me...," she whispered, voice trembling as she spoke. It was all he needed to know, well aware of who she was referring to. He was honestly surprised she was even conscious after losing so much blood, but he was sure it was just her stubbornness that kept her eyes open.
"Shhh... It's okay, you're safe now," he assured her, trying to keep his voice calm even though all he wanted to do was rip Deku's throat out for nearly killing his love. "I'm going to take care of you, okay?"
Bakugou didn't wait for an answer before he began to cut away her clothes, needing to see the full extent of her injuries. He quickly began to wipe away the blood from her abdomen, trying his best to be careful, but he only felt guilty as (Y/N) squirmed on the table because of the pain.
Thankfully, it didn't seem deep enough to need stitches, but it would surely take a while to completely heal. "(Y/N), I know this is going to hurt, but I'm gonna need you to stay awake for me, okay? I promise you can sleep as much as you need to, afterwards."
Bakugou put a clean rag in her mouth to give her something to bite down on as he began to disinfect the wound, hating the muffled scream she let out. "It's okay, it's okay. I'm all done with this one, see? You did so well." He bandaged the wound, before moving on to the next.
He began to repeat the process, but the sight that lay before him after he had wiped away the blood made him sick to his stomach. The letters 'D,' 'E,' 'K,' 'U,' had been crudely carved into her delicate skin and Bakugou had never felt such a desperate urge to kill a man, but that wasn't his priority as of right now.
All he could do now was treat it and pray to whatever god who was listening to not let it scar her body.
He got to work disinfecting her, once again cringing at how much pain she was in. She bandaged her leg before cleaning the blood from her smaller wounds to make sure nothing got infected.
"Look, you're still awake. Such a good girl," he cooed, wiping away some tears that had fallen down her cheeks before carefully sitting her up. "I just need you to stay awake for a little bit longer, okay? We're almost done." He gently pulled the rag from her mouth before getting her some water and some painkillers.
He directed her to open her mouth, dropping the pills on her tongue before he brought the glass up to her lips and made her drink.
"Perfect. That should kick in soon." He pressed a kiss to her temple before he carefully picked her up, bringing her to his bedroom.
Bakugou was now covered in blood, but he didn't care. Making sure (Y/N) was okay came first, even if it meant taking another cold shower. He set her down on her feet carefully, but kept an arm around her waist to support her weight as he grabbed an old t-shirt and boxers from his dresser.
He turned to face her, seeing her eyes droop in exhaustion. Bakugou managed a small smile, caressing her cheek.
"I'm going to undress you, but I'm not going to look, okay?" He could just barely feel the way the mechanic nodded her head, taking a deep breath before he pulled off her undergarments. He knew he had to do it, but he still felt like he was violating her privacy, so he quickly dressed her once more. In order to keep his mind off of the fact that he was currently dressing the one who held his heart and wasn't even aware of it, he decided to focus on talking to her so she'd stay awake, trying to crack jokes to lighten the mood.
They were bad, of course, but he saw a hint of a smile, so he knew they were good enough.
Bakugou was careful when it came to laying her down in his bed once he had finished getting her dressed. The last thing he wanted was to hurt her or get blood on her once again after he had cleaned herself up as best as he could, given the circumstances. He sat at the edge of the bed, waiting quietly until her breathing finally seemed to even out as she fell asleep before slowly standing up to clean the blood from his chest and arms. The rest he'd worry about later.
As he stepped out of his room, he saw a small slip of paper on the floor, something that had gone unnoticed in the midst of the chaos. He picked it up and unfolded it, only to crumple it up into a ball as soon as he had finished reading it.
If you turn yourself in, we could prevent these little mishaps from happening again - Deku
Aaaaaaa- I love the Flirty!Sero fic!!!! Another one please but this time she saw him shirtless for the first time. You dont have to do this but thanks!!!
This is so overdue and kinda short, but I love Sero and I hope you enjoy! Also, should I keep this writing format or switch back to putting 'you' instead of '(Y/N)?'
Being a student was hard. Being a hero student was harder. Being a hero student trying to juggle a relationship on top of school work and training was hardest.
As much as (Y/N) loved Sero and Sero loved (Y/N), it was often difficult for them to spend time together that didn't include studying or training. Not to mention the fact that (Y/N) usually spent their holiday breaks helping out their family and wasn't in the dorms at all for days at a time.
After struggling for weeks to try and convince his partner to just take a break, (Y/N) finally, finally, caved in.
It wasn't that she didn't want to go, of course she did. She was simply overwhelmed being in the hero course and was worried that a break would surely set her back further if she didn't restrict her time. However, Sero had promised a night of fun and relaxation, wanting her to be able to put her cares aside.
And that was how (Y/N) found themselves with clothes thrown all over the room, struggling to find something to wear.
"Breathe, (Y/N)," Mina instructed, pushing some articles of clothing aside so she could have more room to sprawl out on the bed. "I'm sure it won't even matter what you wear. Sero isn't really the guy to worry about how you're dressed. He'll still think you're beautiful."
"And if he doesn't?" (Y/N) countered. Mina looked over at her best friend, raising an eyebrow for a second before she burst out laughing. "Mina, it's not funny!"
"Sorry, sorry! That's not why I'm laughing!" Mina assured as her laughter died down. "Have you seen the way he looks at you? He practically worships the ground you walk on."
(Y/N) rolled her eyes and Mina hummed, getting up to walk over to her. "Hey," Mina said, gentler this time as she placed her hands on the other girl's shoulders, "I can guarantee that you and Sero are a match made in heaven. He gushes about you pretty much every chance he gets, it's honestly adorable. Well, that's besides the point, but I want you to be able to see that you deserve a guy like him and it's okay to focus on your own happiness."
"You think so?" (Y/N) asked softly and Mina smiled, nodding.
"I know so," she replied before gently squeezing her shoulders. "Now let's find you something to wear!"
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About an hour later, (Y/N) found herself standing in front of Sero's dorm room in a cozy off the shoulder sweater and a pair of ripped jeans. She took a deep breath and hesitated before knocking on the door.
"Come in!" Sero called out, his voice muffled through the wood. (Y/N) opened the door and stepped into the room, a little nervous to have an actual date with Sero after realizing it would be their first official one. "Sorry if it's a mess. Kirishima and Kaminari came over for a little while."
"Oh, it's fine. It's not really a big-" her breath caught in her throat as she actually looked at Sero, realizing he was shirtless.
"(Y/N)?" Sero called out, turning to face his girlfriend. His eyes widened a bit when he noticed how red faced and nervous she suddenly looked, chuckling softly to himself. He then walked over, a smirk on his face. "See something you like?"
"Go put on a shirt!" she cried out, pushing him away, but there wasn't nearly enough force to actually make him move.
"You're so cute, (Y/N)," he whispered before kissing her forehead. He then moved away, putting on a shirt for her sake. "What do you want go do?"
"Um... I don't know. Whatever you want, is fine."
"So, you're telling me that I can take my shirt back off?"
I’ve been trying to rewrite nuts and bolts and make it fit the plan I have for it a bit better, but with school and stuff, it’s taking WAY longer than I expected. Also, I plan on rewriting cherub a little bit too, so once they come out, things might be a little different!
I feel you on the mental health not being super great the past while. I just want you to know you are far from alone and that I hope you feel better soon! ily my fellow human <3
Times like these haven’t been great for a lot of people and I wish you the best, it can certainly be difficult. I’m starting to recover slowly, so there’s no need to worry about me. You guys are all so sweet to me and I love you too 🥺💕
you are a very nice person!! dont forget to drink plenty of water, take a break, and eat something. you are loved!😚💞✨
This is so cute?? Oh my god 🥺 I’m actually awful when it comes to taking care of myself, but I’m slowly getting back into it. Thank you so much lovely and I hope you’re taking care of yourself too 🥰
I know it’s been absolutely forever since I last posted. School has been pretty hectic with this COVID situation and my mental health honestly hasn’t been the greatest . I almost completely forgot about this account and I’m so sorry to anyone who has requested something from me and I just haven’t posted anything. I honestly feel like deleting all of the different multi-chapter fics I’ve posted just so I can rewrite them, but I’d feel bad about making you guys wait any longer. Thank you so much for supporting my writing and for being so patient with me, you’re all the best! From the bottom of my heart, I adore you all and you’re all so sweet! :)
hey sorry if i sound annoying 😔but are you gonna continue cherub?
Not at all! I've been so bad at maintaining this account lately, but I read through all of the parts earlier today and might get started on a new part soon. Hopefully. I'm sorry for all of my mini hiatuses, but I appreciate you guys being patient with me! :)
I read all three parts of Playing With Fire recently and I'm super hooked on the story!! Just curious if you still had plans for a 4th part or not? No pressure, I was just wondering. Hope you have a nice day! :D
Hi there! I'm so glad you like it! I am planning on writing another part, but I have no clue when it'll be out. It's really late where I am right now, but I'm really thinking about going through my blog and deleting all of my mini series and just rewriting them so I can actually plan them out.
Not official, but I'm debating it! I wanna finish that story too!
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