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i hate the way fat antagonists have their weight moralized and used as a metaphor for greed and corruption and i hate the way it's overcorrected into fat people being "soft squishy friend-shaped cupcakes who look like they give incredible hugs" and i long for the day we have nuanced, interesting, and complicated fat characters and most of all i long for the day people are normal about fatness
unofficialbf!katsuki who secretly positions himself in ways that'll make cuddling him convenient... spreading his legs bc he knows you like to slot yourself between em, keeping his arms open so you can crawl right onto his chest... he would never ask you to cuddle, but if you do it all on your own, who is he to stop you? you're so damn clingy, after all!
synopsis. katsuki wants to know why you're staring at everyone today. and, most importantly, why everyone except him ?!
cw. nothin big i think ! readers is kinda weird n its okay embrace your inner weirdo to be cringe is to be weirdo, either way katsuki's into it bad lol, cussing. cut him some slack he's nervous
a/n. short bday post(wasnt originally but i remembered hey today birfday! lol), i had funsies making this banner i wish i could've used it for something better lol but i fink this is cutesie(then again ive got free will for a reason i could use it again if i want to will keep in mind) the title of this is the name of the song that ppl use in that mii trend i think it's so cute omg i need NEED THIS GAME GIMME IT
you're going around asking all your classmates to get a look at their faces.
it was definitely weird at first, the way you walked up to kirishima and told him to sit still for a couple seconds. especially because all you did afterwards was nod and walk off, but everyone is pretty much used to your antics. they were endearing in a way...so he's heard. not that katsuki finds you endearing.
it really would freak out anybody unfamiliar how kaminari, sero, midoriya, iida, shoji... all your friends simply seem so damn eager to help you in whatever it is you were doing. no questions asked. guess you could say class A was bonded in that way.
katsuki wonders what the hell was up with that...but more importantly, he bitterly wonders why you hadn't walked up to him yet.
it's stupid, you were just doing something stupid again. still, it wasn't like you to shut him out of your stupidities. he thought you were somewhat close enough to have him included, yet you avoided him like the plague. there weren't that many people in your class--what, did you think you were too good to look at his face or something ?
..what's wrong with his face anyway ?!
nothing. of course there's nothing wrong with his damn face and he knows that (he'd checked the bathroom mirror earlier and nothing seemed out of place at least). you definitely weren't scared of him..at least he hopes thinks so. the way you never failed to run your mouth sure made it seem like you liked him enough to bother him. so what the fuck was your deal now ?
finally, after classes end, katsuki catches you outside of class 3-B. he'd just been gotten a drink from the vending machine and decides--
fuck it.
"oi."
you look up at him, blinking in surprise before your face settles again. katsuki analyses you, you don't seem mad. he wants to hit himself for worrying so much about how you feel.
"hi." you respond casually, happy. the relief in flowing through his chest feels like a breath of fresh air in a sunny, flowery field. yuck. he should stop thinking.
as casually as he can he cracks open the can of soda he bought, groaning when a few fizzles spurt onto his finger. "what're doin' standin' here like an idiot ?"
you don't ask him the easy question of why he's so curious to know what you're doing, the snide comment he made doesn't even distabilise you a little bit. you never did what katsuki expected you to. maybe that was what made you so interesting to him, regrettably. you definitely kept him on his toes.
you softly rock forward and back on your heels, a soft hum slips past your lips "i'm waiting for tetsutetsu. i need his face."
that was definitely a sentence. to hear on a tuesday.
"...the fuck did you just say ? "
"i need to...see, his face."
you seem to realise yourself that the response was absurd, and katsuki should feel insulted when you laugh in his face but he's sure that if he were to see his expression from another point of view it'd make him chuckle a bit.
"it's for my game." you continue explaining when katsuki raises a brow, mouth occupied with his drink "my tomodachi life island, i'm adding all my friends to it. i don't wanna make any mistakes on the faces, you know ? i promised tetsu i'd add him to my island, so i'm waiting for him now." you say, tone now a bit more cheerful.
katsuki feels his expression sour at the affectionate nickname, he gulps back his drink "and you're gonna corner him to stare at his face like you've been doing with everyone else all day ?"
you nod assuredly "yup."
"tch," he scoffs. figures you'd ask someone from the whole other class before him. not that he cares or anything.
you tilt your head, stepping a bit closer and katsuki almost jumps out of his skin. he hates how you make him feel, how every one of your movements no matter how small throws him off completely.
"you're mad ?"
"no." comes his quick, sharp response. his eyes won't meet yours after a couple seconds of your stare down match. you have those often, granted katsuki thinks you might not see them as matches like he does. you watch him like a docile bird but he feels like prey under your gaze.
he moves back to make space between you both but you step closer. his breath gets caught in his throat, grip now tight on his soda can. "oi-"
"why are you mad ?"
"i'm not fuckin' mad." he hisses through gritted teeth.
you snicker after a pause, clearly not convinced. and you tell him so. because you always believed katsuki needs your opinion on him.
"you're a terrible liar."
usually, katsuki likes that you're so outspoken. it was one of many things thing he respected about you. he also sort of liked how you laughed. it was soft and airy and it trails off at the edges, fading for only him to hear in instances like this. like the soft smell of your perfume that tickles his nose and--
"tetsu sure is taking a while, i wanna add him to my island already. i want to make him friends with kiri." you sigh, your complaint trailing off into a whine.
katsuki snaps out of his daydream to roll his eyes, this time making sure to take a full step away from you, as casually as he could. he chooses to stand a bit next to you, leaning against the wall.
"can't believe you'd waste your time on this shit..." he grumbles, he can't watch his tone enough for it not to sound bitter before it's already out.
"oh, bakugou, you buzzkill.." your eyes widen and you turn your stupid face at him with the smallest hint of a smirk, eyes twinkiling with thoughts katsuki already knows he'll hate. his lip curls up into a frown.
"i hate that face. whatever you're thinkin' fuckin'--stop.'"
"do you wanna be on my island ?"
you say it quickly, arms behind your back to fiddle at your hands excitedly. you talk like you're trying not to scare off a wounded animal. it should feel insulting, but an unknown instinct in him prepares to hiss.
"that's not what the fuck i said."
"but it's what the fuck you meant." you respond without missing a beat, completely straight faced despite what you just said. katsuki catches the laugh building in his throat too late until it clogs weirdly and he clears his throat to pretend it didn't happen.
and clearly it doesn't work to fool you, you smile a little wider.
"that's funny i...i was gonna ask you if you wanted to be in it, actually." you mutter, eyes drifting downards and away from his now. his ears prick up at your words despite himself.
"so..why didn't you ?" he mutters, trying not to sound overly eager.
you shrug casually, too casual for katsuki who feels like flicking you on the forehead for causing him so much distress over something so stupid.
"just thought you didn't want to.." you admit "i wasn't going to force you to be a resident against your will."
he huffs, remembering not to let his arms drop since he still has a drink in his hand. he chugs the remainder of his drink down, then turns and chucks it in the trashcan behind him.
"well...you're not hearing me say no, are you ?"
"well, technically you just did."
"cus you fuckin--accused me of sayin' shit i didn't say." he scoffs.
you roll your eyes but thankfully, you let him have this. "well bakugou, can i add you to my island ?" you smile widely, eyes crinkling at the corners.
he raises a brow, this time actually shoving his hands in his pockets "y'not gonna stare into my soul like with the other guys ?" he jokes.
this time you splutter, eyes darting around you. you quickly look off to nothing in particular to your right. "i don't need to look at your face."
his eyebrows furrow, insulted "fuck does that mean ?! why not ?"
"cus...cus !" you insist weakly. your lips pull down into a small pout and katsuki hates how cute he finds it. you look stupidly cute.
he scoffs. "that doesn't mean anything, just so you know."
"i already know what your face looks like--i'm already looking at you." you shoot back quietly, face completely turned away from him now, glued to the floor, staring holes into the tile below your feet.
pride bubbles in his chest. finally, he has the upper hand. for once, you're the one stumble over your words about him catch you off guard. thinking he might start to enjoy this too much, he takes his chance and steps a bit closer.
"well, now y'not..." he drawls lowly, "you don't wanna miss any details, right ? i'll get pissed off if you get my face wrong, i'll start a fuckin' riot on your island."
your shoulder shake with a giggle. then, with a sigh, you finally look up at him. katsuki hates how quickly his heart beats, how quickly he feels nearly cornered again. how thrilling it all feels. you tilt your head and he stares back, challenging, raising a brow.
katsuki doesnt know how long he sits there letting you look at him, but he nows he won't to stop you for however long you feel like standing here playing this game. he can't have you know that thought, so he speaks again, sarcastically.
"takin' your sweet time, huh ?"
your nose scrunches up and you playfully frown at him, tutting. "my island is on the line here. can't make any mistakes," you tease.
"besides i wanna...get you right. you've got a lot of details."
"m'pretty sure human faces should have a lot of details."
you rolls your eyes, but they dont stray far. he doesn't want them to."it's different right now..." you whisper.
"different..?" he utters just as quietly. he leans in slowly, so close now he can see your lashes flutter in surprise. yet, you don't move.
"yeah, you're...different," your eyes flick down to his lips before locking with his again. "in a good way."
katsuki gulps, his eyes flutter shut before he blinks then back open, you follow the movement with utmost focus.
it makes him dizzy, but you won't look away, and neither will he. he definitely doesn't plan on breaking first but he'll admit you're a worthy opponent. he can't tell if the way your eyes dart across his face means you're still analysing him or if this was something completely differnt now.
who was he kidding...whatever it was, so long as it was you he couldn't find it in himself to complain. or tell you to stop. because the truth is that he doesn't want to either when he thinks to lean forward again. just a little more--
"oh ! hiya, yn ! and the explosion guy !"
just as quickly as it happened the moment's over. a small shriek slips past your lips, katsuki's just quick enough to miss you almost headbutting him. your head whips around dumbly searching for the source of your interruption. you relax when you realise that metal freak finally appeared. just as quickly as you'd been batting your eyelashes at him your face hardens, your shoulders square up at attention.
"a-ah, tetsu ! c'mere, i need your face !"
"huh ?!"
katsuki wonders if there's a way to kill people in your game.
summary: a sparring session with kirishima gets a little out of hand, and being the only medic able to deal with katsuki bakugou, youâre left with the aftermath.
content: fluff + SMUT - mdni ! boxer!bkg + medic!reader. kiri feature! blood & injury. feelings!!! tension. lots of banter. clear consent. semi-public. making out. thigh riding. slight marking / hickeys. fondling. titty sucking. fingerfucking. cum eating. bkg does not get off but he is fine w that. there is a quite a bit of build up before the smut lol. wc: 5.2k.
note: #needthat
masterlist. | header art credit: @ ami_ranthao on tiktok !
In the ring, he came alive. An absolute powerhouse, brute force and flawless technique bleeding together to create Katsuki Bakugou, one of the best up and coming boxers of your time. Everyone was a little enamoredâ a perfect face paired with such a vulgar tongue, an ego backed with the skill to match.
His win-or-nothing attitude led him to the top, but also caused complications with his medical staff. A few too many outbursts had scared them into backing down, allowing him to keep pushing despite his injuries.
 Until you were hired a few months ago.
The first day you were assigned to him, the other medics had either snickered or grimaced, having each had their own share of bad luck with him. It seemed to be some rite of passage among them. When you met him, you understood exactly what the others had meant. There was enough fire behind that stare to send anyone skittering away.
But, to their surprise, you had returned back in one piece, with a perfectly bandaged Katsuki trailing behind you; glowering, with something like an irritated smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, but tended to.
You were the only medic that could handle him.
Which is why you were spending your Saturday evening with your knees drawn to your chest on a bench at the edge of the boxing gym as he sparred with his close friend, and fellow boxer, Eijirou Kirishima.
The sound of their collective panting filled the air, the thud of fists against skin echoing off the walls as they tested each other.
Quick jabs, hits to the ribs; it was push and pull as they were nearly on equal ground, two decorated professionals with national titles.
You had to keep a close eyeâ track his movements to take note of any injuries, run over how exactly you would deal with each one. It was your job to.
But, admittedly, you found your gaze wandering against your will lately. More often than you wanted to admit.
It was difficult to ignore the way his biceps flexed with each jab, how soft blond tufts fell over his face, stuck to the sweat lining his forehead, the low hang of his boxing shorts highlighted his abs straining with each motion.
"Fuck!"
The sharp curse broke your trance, eyes snapping up, immediately alert.
Eijirou's hands flew over his mouth, his fighter's stance softening, hesitant hands reaching out towards his friend whose head was angled down, fighting to not reel.
"Woah, man, I am so sorryâ"
Katsuki slapped his hand away, wiping at the blood beginning to drip down his nose with the back of his hand, unyielding eyes meeting Eijirou's.
"Keep it goin', Shitty Hair. And you,"
He didn't bother to look at you as you approached, keeping his burning stare on his opponent while waving you off with a harsh motion of his free hand. "Get back."
His bite was nothing new. You didn't bother to fight the eye roll, stepping closer to assess the extent of the damage. "Don't be dumb. Let me look."
"You deaf or something? Beat it."
More blood trickled down, coming over the curve of his lip. You had worked with Katsuki long enough to know that he pushed himself until he was battered, had nothing left to give.
Your job was to keep that from happening.
With a sigh, you grabbed him by the crook of his elbow.
"You are gushing blood. Come onâ"
"Get your fuckin' hands off me, you piece ofâ"
"Again, don't be dumbâ"
Eijirou blinked between the two of you, watching as you wrestled to keep Katsuki's arm in your grip, ineffectively attempting to drag him away. With a smile that didn't quite meet his eyes, he began to take backwards steps towards the bench where he kept his water, knowing there was little else he could do in this situation.
"I'm gonna take five. Go with her, man."
Feeling Katsuki's resistance give in just enough, you tugged him towards the med bay, giving Eijirou a grateful look over your shoulder. You hoped he didn't feel too guilty. Sparring was never supposed to get this intense, after all. But, mistakes happened.
You offered soft apologies under your breath to the few nurses on the same late shift as you were with a tight smile as you rushed past them to guide him into the room at the very back, shutting the door behind you.
It was just you two now.
Katsuki was still panting, worked up from the fight. There was probably enough adrenaline in his system to keep him from feeling the real pain of his affliction.
You pushed him back onto the bed against the wall to your right with a hand over his chest, feeling the warm muscle rise up and down under your palm before you turned to rummage through the cabinet, fishing out a medical kit with a crease forming between your brows.
"Are you trying to get yourself put on medical leave before your match next week?"
He didn't say a word, only the sound of his heavy breathing filling the room as you felt his glare against your back.
You sighed.
"Right before I get off too..."
"Yeah," He scoffed, a mocking edge to his voice. "'Cause I did that shit on purpose."
"You kept pushing. That was stupid and you know it, the best athletes know when to call it quits."
Katsuki scoffed, his jutted lower lip pursing as you set down the kit beside him, opening it up to fish out some gauze. "Maybe we should get you in the ring. Since you're such an expert."
You pushed his thighs apart with an unimpressed look, standing between them to get as close as you could.
A hand went behind his neck, gently tilting his head down so the blood wouldn't trickle back into his nose, go down his throat.
You carefully pinched the sides of his nose bridge to stop the blood flow, wiping away at what had escaped with clean gauze.
âYou love making my life harder,â you muttered under your breath. âCanât you just admit I'm right? Say youâll be more careful?â
âThe day I say that shit you can put a gun to my head.â
You rolled your eyes, but he continued.
"I don't say shit I don't mean," he sighed out, abs flexing as he winced slightly. âIf your meddling ass didn't get in the way, I would've won.â
âOr you would've gotten your ass beat, but whatever.â
âI've had worse. A fucked up nose is nothing."
"Is that supposed to be a good thing?" you raised a brow, getting a new piece of gauze. "You never know when to stop, Katsuki. That's your issue."
The room settled into silence only the hum of the AC, your shifting, and the quiet, reluctant winces that slipped past as you tended to him.
His eyes never left you.
Sometimes, you wondered why.
Why he allowed you to treat him, why he let you get close. But you shook yourself out of those thoughts, reaching down to grab an ice pack. No time to get sidetracked, not now. Especially on something that was very likely nothing.
"Bleeding stopped."
He didn't respond, eyes downcast as you alternated between pressing it to either side of his nose bridge.
When he finally spoke, his words were quick. Quiet.
"I was going for his blind spot."
Said like he had to explain himself to you, or maybe himself.
But he didn't have to. You knew that his slip ups were extremely rare, he never made the same mistake twiceâ he beat himself up over every error, obsessed over earned perfection, victory.
His high standards for himself were what got him so far, but you knew they got to him. That, quietly, he sometimes needed reassurance, like anyone would.
âI know you were.â you finally responded, voice gentle, without pity.
"Eijirou's right side was open and he was getting tired. That was the right move. You would've gotten him."
He blinked down at you, as if assessing your honesty before a slight smile touched his lips. He gripped the edge of the small bed a little tighter, leaning down closer.
"Knew you were starin'."
Your heart jumped in your chest, but you pushed it down.
"Well, that is my job."
"It's your job to watch for injuries. Not stare."
You couldn't help what came out of your mouth next.
"Maybe I was staring at Eijirou."
"You think you're so funny."
"I think your ego's inflated."
"Wanna say that again?"
You pressed the ice a little too harshly into the side of his nose, drawing a small groan from him.
"Save it, Katsuki."
You packed up your kit and gathered the bloodied gauze to throw away, rinsing your hands before coming back to assess your work.
Blood clean, no signs of continued bleeding. A small bruise forming under his right eye from the trauma, expected.
It took everything in you to ignore the weight of his eyes, how he looked at you with an intensity reserved for his opponents in the ring. Calculating, searching. You could feel the burn crawling up the back of your neck. Professional, keep it professional.
You nodded a little too quickly, turning on your heel. "Yep, all good. No more sparring, but you can go back now."
He tugged you by the back of your shirt collar before you got too far, pulling you back between his legs, face only inches away from yours.
"You don't want that."
The sudden proximity along with his words made your heart spike, as if caught.
What did you want? The question made you uneasy.
(Or, maybe it was the answer that you knew deep down that made you want to crawl out of your skin.)
You pushed back slightly, deflecting.
âI want you to see Dr. Tanaka as soon as you can. I'll make an appointment for tomorrow morning since he left for the day. I think your nose is broken.â
âNo it's not.â
It wasn't. If it had been broken, you would've known from one look, you would have been angrier with him. But that was your out, your excuse to get away. And he had called your bluff, gaze unmoving.
"Don't play dumb right now."
âI'm not playing dumb." the words came snappy, brave; but you were just so close, that fire faltered. His hand that had gripped the back of your collar had shifted carefully to the front, so close to your neck that you were afraid he might feel your heart try to burst out of your throat.
"You're justâŠ" you trailed off, struggling to find your words. "âŠdifficult. You're being difficult.â
"Difficult?" a dry sort of laugh. "You're the difficult one. For someone smart you can be pretty fuckin' dense."
You bit the inside of your lower lip, eyes darting between him and the door.
You knew what he meant. This back and forth between you was nothing new. But when it got too real you had always gotten away, said something and acted like nothing had happened once you cooled down.
The sounds outside seemed to be getting louder, closer. These doors didnât have locks. Anyone could come in, find you like this. One of the nurses checking in, a gym goer looking for band-aids.
âOr maybe you do know. Hm?â
The question pulled you from your thoughts in an instant, made your eyes snap to hisâ first mistake. Once his crimson stare bored into yours, you couldnât look away.
Could you have been that obvious? You thought your moments of distraction were fleeting, imperceptible to the average eye.
He had never commented on it before, slipping back to his normal self even after your closest calls.
But you shouldâve known better. Katsuki Bakugou was not average in any sense of the word.
(Of course, he noticed. Of course he did.)
You sputtered something before you could think, just wanting to hear something other than the sound of your own thoughts.
"SomeâŠsomeone couldâ"
"No one's gonna come in." his voice flat, dismissal easy. All matter of fact as he craned his neck down closer to you.
"Unless you want Eijirou to come in. Since you were, what, staring at him, right? That what you want?"
"What?!" the word was almost a squeak, high and taken aback. "That's notâ "
You fought the strange heat crawling up your face by shooting him a look, eyes narrowing.
"Katsuki. I was joking."
He hummed.
(Unbelieving? Amused? A bit of both?)
"Sure you were."
You opened your mouth, then closed it. The deflections that had once come so easy were heavy on your tongue. There was no joke, no eye roll, nothing you could say to slip away. Not this time.
You sighed, next words defeated.
"What do you want me to say?"
"I want you to be real with me." you could feel his breath against your lips; hot, charged. "Tell me you donât want this, that you haven't thought about it.â
âKatsukiâŠâ
It came out weaker than you wanted. Small, kind of breathless. Almost pleading.
For whatâ to let you go?
(To keep going?)
He kept egging, eyes not once leaving yours. âSay it. I'll stop.â
And you knew he would. Because he was being serious, you could tell by his voiceâ how it was low under his breath, softened.Â
For you, he was being intentionally careful.
Just the thought made you want to cave. But the entire reason your relationship worked, why you were able to handle him, was because you didn't give in.
"There are rules about this sort of thingâ"
"You think I give a fuck about bullshit rules?"
"Yeah, I know you don't." you gave him a look. "But I do. I could lose my job, you could get me fired, orâŠ"
You swallowed back the rest of it.
He didn't have to know how it made you afraid, testing the fragile nature of this relationship. How giving in meant that all of this could shatter, that this could all amount to one big mistake.
Katsuki blinked, taking in your expression. He looked off to the side for a beat, lips pursing in thought before, carefully, he took your hands into his.
"You know I won't let that happen. I don't see any of the other shitty medics here."
You snorted a little. Because you did know. You cocked your head to the side, a small smile tugging at your lips. "They're not shitty."
He didn't retaliate, just raised his brows slowly. The truth of his words wasn't what mattered, it was the implication behind them.
(You're the one I see. You.)
His earlier words rang in your ears.
Tell me you don't want this, that you haven't thought about it.
You couldn't, because you had.
Countless timesâ whenever you watched him hover over his opponents, keep them locked underneath him, the heat in his eyes, a cocky smile on his lips.
He wormed his way into your mind, more often than not, late at night. When sleep couldn't find you and your bed felt exceptionally cold. Empty.
(Him. You imagined him.)
Denying all of that was exactly what you should have done. That would have been the rational thing to do, the smart thing.
But as you traced his face, followed the soft curve of his cheeks against the otherwise harsh lines, watched the furrow of his brow deepen ever so slightly, as if he, of all people, was nervousâ you couldn't fight the feeling anymore.
Because you wanted to kiss him, and you wanted him to kiss youâ more than anything.
Hesitantly, you brushed your thumbs over the bruises on his knuckles.
âNo, I⊠I do. Want this, I mean."
Something in his expression shifted. Surprise, for a brief second, before that cocky gleam in his eyes that you had seen when he was in-action settled over his face. Only, a little different. (A little sharper, hungrier.)
"Yeah?" he pushed closer, nose just barely brushing yours. "You want this?"
Slowly, you nodded.
"Yes."
His gaze darted from your eyes and lips before the sliver of space between you finally disappeared.
The kiss was tentative, careful. So unlike him that it caught you a little off guard.
Soft. His lips were so soft against yours.
He kissed you like he was trying to figure out the shape of your lips, go slow enough to savor the moment, commit the feeling to memory. The hand near your collar came up to cup your jaw, angle your face just right.
You had thought about what this would feel like for longer than you would ever admit. Did he think of you the same way? Were you what he had expected?
When he pulled back just enough to breathe, he drank in your expression; your pretty lips plush and parted, wide doe-eyes blinking up at him.
He groaned, "Fuck it."
You yelped when calloused hands gripped your arms, hoisted you up like you weighed nothing, thick biceps flexing as he pulled you down to straddle his thigh.
You planted your hands on his chest to steady yourself on instinct, unable to process it for a second. Your thighs were around his leg, his hands at your waist, holding you in a way you had only ever thought would exist in the secret fantasies you let yourself indulge in. The small bed creaking under your combined weight. His chest rising and falling under your palms.
Sometimes, you forgot how strong he actually was. How he wasnât just some other annoying, short-tempered guyâ his body was molded to his profession; brute strength and jagged lines carved from a life in the ring. His shoulders broad, a tapering waist, arms nearly the size of your head. He could probably pick you up and snap you in half if he really wanted to. Your stomach flipped at just the thought.
Before you could open your mouth to speak, he flexed the muscle of his thigh; deliberate, testing. Sharp eyes watching as your face flushed at his bare muscle pressing up against your core.
Your breath hitched, warmth pooled down between your legs, heart beating in your ears as his large hands slid down to rest over your hips, holding you steadyâ pulling you down closer.
"Feel good?"
Your ears burned at the mocking edge to his voice. You squirmed, caught between wanting to slap that smug look off his face and slowly seek more friction by grinding down.
You didn't have to choose, not when his hands slowly guided your hips down, back and forth against his hardened muscle. You bit your bottom lip between your teeth, clearly embarrassed, ineffectively fighting the whimpers that threatened to slip past with each movement.
His gaze never once left you, taking note of every little reaction.
Heat crawled up your face at being watched so shamelessly.
Leaning forward, you distracted yourself by pressing soft kisses up the side of his throat, staring to grind down on him yourself, your tongue darting out before gently sucking soft marks into his skin.
He let out a strained sigh, tilting his neck back just enough to give you more access.
You hooked your arms loosely around his neck, pecking across his jaw. Your fingers curled into the hair at his nape, giving it a soft tug, pulling his head back so his eyes met yours.
Pupils blown, eyes heavy with want, hair falling over them all messy and disheveled.
You didn't know how you had gone so long without this, how you could have ever wanted to keep your distance. Now that you let yourself have a taste, you didn't think you could ever get enough.
Tugging him to you by the hair, you pulled him to kiss you again.
This time, it was feverish, insatiable. Months of tension and denied desire pouring over all at once.
He kissed like he was still chasing you; like he had something to prove, like he wanted you to feel that you were his favorite taste. A clash of tongue and teeth, nipping at your bottom lip. Each time he pulled back to breathe it lasted less than a beat before he rushed back to steal the soft sounds that slipped past your lips as your hips continued to buck against his thigh.
But the fabric, it was in the way. No matter how hard you grinded down on him, there was too much between you and what you wanted, and the frustration was showing. Your slight sighs turning into small huffs, brows pinching against your will.
The next time Katsuki pulled back, you didn't let him kiss you again. The small string of saliva between your lips broke as you spoke, softly panting. "I want 'em off."
He looked down at your request, pinching the fabric of your pants between his index and thumb. Eyes looking up into yours carefully, like he was uncertain if that was something you really wanted.
You nodded, a little frantic.
"Off. Please."
He got straight to it. Getting them off wasn't pretty, but a controlled sort of desperate.
His movements were precise as always, fairly smooth, but you could feel that something was simmering under his palms as he moved you around to get them off just right, even more so when they finally rested over your bare legs, eyes slightly dazed as he gave the flesh a tentative squeeze.
You bit your lip at the feeling, skin burning under his touch, wanting it all over you.
You glanced down at your shirt.
"This too."
He scoffed, but there was something like a smile pulling at the corner of his lips. "Fuckin' bossy."
His hands slid under the hem, bunching the fabric up over your chest, too impatient to get it all the way off. He reached back to unclasp your bra, letting it fall to the floor as he took in the shape of your bare chest, the way your nipples hardened at the cool air of the clinic.
For a beat too long, he just stared.
On instinct, you wondered if something was wrong, if there was something about you that was weird or unappealing, the feeling twisted in you. But before you could tug your shirt back down, he cupped your tits with both hands, feeling the weight of them, squeezing slightly.
"Been waiting for this shit for so fuckin' long, y'know that?" He groaned out, leaning forward to bury his face into them.
You whimpered as he pressed wet kisses across the skin, thumb brushing over one of your nipples while his tongue lolled out to lick over the other, sucking it between his lips.
You began grinding down on his thigh again, the feeling so much more intense with just your panties on. You shifted your hips to find the angle that felt best, rubbing yourself down against the hard muscle of his thigh beneath you, solid and perfect, the friction sending sparks up your spine, your breaths coming out in shallow pants.
Each roll of your hips made your breath come a little faster, especially as his mouth pulled off one of your tits to give the other a fair share of attention.
Your nails dug into his shoulders when he nipped at your chest, sucking harshly, catching your sensitive peak between his teeth just to hear you whine. His tongue was hot against your skin, wet and needy.
Katsuki could feel your arousal starting to coat his thigh, soaking through your panties, smearing over his leg with every drag of your hips. Smiling against your chest, he pulled back with a soft pop, looking down at the glistening mess you left behind.
He moved a hand down between your bodies, slightly nudging your hips up with his leg to give him enough space in between to feel you over your panties, the fabric evidently damp as his index and middle finger stopped right above your clothed clit, pressing against it just slightly, enough to pull a shaky sigh from your lips.
"All this from just my thigh?"
There was a smug, slightly demeaning tone to his voice, like he was surprised you were so wet, as if it wasn't his fault. It made you want to throttle him. Or kiss him. Or both.
Your brows furrowed. "Shut up."
He only chuckled, drawing a line down your clothed slit. All slow, agonizing. Self-satisfied at the soft whimper that slips out of you.
"It's a simple fucking question. Haven't even touched you properly yet."
You huffed, mustering your most serious expression to meet his eyes. "God, just quit teasing, Katsuki. You're being mean."
He raised his brows, that smile on his face only widening. "You think this is mean?"
Finally, finally, he hooked his fingers into your panties, pushing them aside. The first touch, skin-on-skin, made you gasp. He dragged his fingers between your folds, coating them in your slick, slow and deliberate, before circling your entrance.
"I can show you mean."
His eyes were locked between your legs, watching his own fingers move. "Look at you," he murmured, almost to himself. âFucking soaked."
He pushed one finger inside, slow enough that you felt every inch. You whimpered softly, walls fluttering around him.
He groaned softly, watching your face contort, feeling himself get even harder in his shorts.
"Tight," he breathed. "Gonna add another. That okay?"
You nodded frantically, beyond words.
The second finger stretched you more, made you bite down on your lip to keep from moaning too loud. He worked them deeper, curling them slightly. Your chest heaved at the intrusion you fought to not cry out, your nails digging into his shoulder as he hit just the right spot.
"There?" His voice was rough, satisfied. "That the spot?"
You couldn't respond, forehead falling into the crook of his neck, clinging to him as he curled his fingers again, rubbing that soft patch inside you with devastating precision.
Once he found it, he didn't stop, pumping his fingers in and out, hitting it with precision each time.
You grinded down into his hand, feeling the heel of his palm press up against your clit. You chase the feeling, shameless. Lost in the sensation, the overwhelming feeling of him all around you.
You mumbled into the skin of his neck incoherently about how you were: "Almost⊠'m gonnaâŠ"
You could hear his voice right by your ear. Hoarse, determined.
âYeah?â his efforts nearly doubled. âClose?â
You could only nod, coherent thoughts gone from your mind, only a desperate haze of want.
"Yeah. Yes. Please, please moreâŠ"
He kept at it, silently savoring your desperate sounds.
You wrapped your arms tight around his neck, moans muffled into his skin as the tightly wound up knot came undone. Your breaths getting heavy in your lungs, head getting fuzzy, eyes fluttering shut, nails having left angry red lines down the skin of his upper back.
He ran a hand up and down your back as you collapsed against him, coming down from the high. He let you rest against him, breathing from a moment before pulling you back with a small kiss to the side of your head.
"Look at me."
It didn't sound like a request.
"Hm?"
You watched with hazy eyes as he slowly pulled his fingers out of you, the loss making you whimper. They glistened under the harsh light of the clinic, coated with the evidence of what he'd just done to you.
He held your gaze as he brought them to his mouth. His tongue darted out first, licking a long strip up the slick-covered fingers. Then, he took them fully into his mouth, sucking them clean, eyes never once leaving yours.
Your breath caught in your throat. Heat flooded through you again, despite having just come. Tasting you off his own fingers like you were the best thing he'd ever hadâ it was almost too much.
When he finally pulled his fingers from his mouth with a soft pop, he smirked at your expression.
"Tastes good," he said simply, like commenting on the weather.
You clenched around nothing, already missing him inside you, feeling spent but somehow needing more.
"You're shameless."
"Last I checked, I wasn't the one humping your thigh."
Your face burned, a small, angry sort of pout settling on your lips.
He snickered, hand sliding up to your waist, giving it a small squeeze. "Little too late to get all embarrassed. Shit was hot."
"Uh huhâŠ" You gave him a look, "Um. Thanks, by the way... that wasâ" You trailed off, not knowing how to express what you feel just the right way. "Good. It was good."
Katsuki snorted. "Just good?" you rolled your eyes, but leaned into his teasing with sweetness, something he didn't quite expect.
"Much better than good."
He searched your eyes for a beat, a hand coming up to brush back some of your hair. Then he pecked your lipsâ soft, almost sweet â before tugging your shirt back down carefully.
That was when you slowly realized, he was wrapping this up. But⊠he didn't cum?
He didn't cum.
"Hey, wait you didn'tâ"
He knew what you were talking about, the strained bulge in his shorts was nothing short of obvious.
"Does it look like I care."
His dismissal of his own need threw you off.
"Katsuki, that's not fair. I can't justâ"
"Sure you can. You just did."
You turned his head towards you, pulling him into a soft kiss, parting his lips with yours, trying to not get lost in tasting yourself on his tongue. Gently trying to urge him to let you have him the way he had you.
You try to convince him, urge him to let you return the favor, do something.
You ran your hand over the bulge in his shorts, traced it gently, wanting. He groaned against your mouth, the sound strained in the back of his throat, like he was holding himself back. "C'mon, Katsuki," you palmed him over his shorts, wanting to hear more. "Let me? Please?"
He looked like he could give in, his jaw tense, eyes screwing shut as your finger hooked into the waistband of his shorts, drawing out a breathy sigh. You froze when the intercom crackled above you.
"The gym will be closing in ten minutes. Please begin wrapping up your sessions and make your way to the exit. Thank you."
You blinked. Fuck.
"âŠI can be quick?"
That was a lie. Ten minutes wasn't nearly enough time to do what you wanted to.
He waved you off with a snort, tugging your hand away from his throbbing cock, taking it upon himself to adjust the hem of your shirt with more care than you thought possible from someone like him.
"Relax." He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes. "Shitâs not a big deal. Can take care of it in the shower."
The mental image of him standing under the shower, hand wrapped around his cock, thinking about this â you â made something low in your stomach tighten.
You must have made a face, because he huffed out a laugh.
"But if you want to make it up so bad," He leaned in closer, nose brushing yours. The soft curve of his lashes was so much more apparent this close. He pressed a final, lingering kiss, grinning softly as he spoke. His voice low against your lips, promising. "We'll go for round 2."
may blabs: baby's first smut dont throw tomatoes at me.. ok
btw if u ever genuinely have a bloody nose do NOT tilt your head back. that blood will go down your throat and if it gets into ur stomach u could throw up and that is not good so do NOT do that âïžâïž
Izuku becomes almost desperate the moment your lips meet.
The second your mouth touches his, something shifts inside him. His hands grab your waist with clumsy urgency, almost trembling, as if heâs terrified you might disappear between his fingers. He pulls you sharply against him, lifting you effortlessly so youâre straddling his thighs.
His lips devour yours, his tongue seeking yours with a desperate hunger that takes your breath away. You can feel his heart pounding hard against your chest, his hot, ragged breath mixing with your own.
His fingers dig into your hips, sinking into your flesh like he wants to keep you prisoner. He controls every single one of your movements, refusing to let you pull away even an inch.
The kiss grows deeper, messier: tongues tangling, teeth clashing lightly, soft muffled moans escaping between your mouths.
Your hands slide to the back of his neck, then into his messy green hair. You grip it gently, and Izuku lets out a rough sound against your lips almost a growl.
After a few seconds, as the kiss makes your head spin, you feel something hard and burning press against your ass through his pants.
The realization hits you instantly. Heâs already fully hard, his cock straining and rock-solid. A small smile forms on your lips against his mouth despite yourself.
Izuku doesnât even try to hide it. On the contrary, he tightens his grip on your hips and presses you more firmly against him, rubbing his erection against your ass with obvious urgency.
He finally breaks the kiss, just enough to catch his breath. His forehead stays pressed to yours, his glasses slightly crooked, his lips swollen and wet. His green eyes are dark, clouded with desire.
âDo you feel what you do to me?â he murmurs in a hoarse, breathless voice. âThe moment I kiss you⊠I lose my mind. I canât stop.â
His hands slip under your shirt, caressing the bare skin of your back. He pulls you even closer, slowly grinding his hard length against you, as if he needs that contact to survive.
âDonât stopâŠâ he almost begs, his voice low and trembling with need. âKiss me again. I need you baby.â
izuku midoriya who knows when something is wrong, maybe even before you do.
izuku midoriya who makes sure to stay close to you, within just a few minutes away. just in case.
izuku midoriya who makes sure that if you call, his phone is on so heâll be able to hear and pick up immediately.
izuku midoriya who hears how your voice breaks, even as the call goes in and out.
izuku midoriya who asks you where you are, what he can do to help, what you need.
izuku midoriya whoâs resolve crumbles when you tell him all you need is him to be near. and so he drops everything and doesnât hesitate.
izuku midoriya who, when he finds you, asks you softly if he can touch you. when you nod, he pulls you close.
izuku midoriya who promises heâll never let you go. who promises heâll never leave you. who intends on keeping that promise for as long as youâre both here.
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ê° synopsis ê± â¶ katsuki always wondered what the hell his father saw in his old hag of a mother. it takes twenty years, a nasty fight with you, a near-death experience, and a trip to the hospital before he finally gets it
ââ ⶠword count: 5.8k words ; my drabbles always do this bro
ââ ⶠbefore you read: female reader ; pro hero bakugou ; established relationship ; arguing ; (temporary) relationship troubles ; injuries + villain attacks + hospitals (bakugou) ; tame angst with a happy ending! ; communication + resolving arguments ; bakugouâs father makes an appearance ; fluff and banter at the end ; masterlist.
ê° commentary ê± â¶ at the end of the day i will never not be a sucker for the trope where u argue just before a major life threatening incident occurs
Itâs 9:32 PM when Katsuki begrudgingly leaves his patrol area and finally calls it quits for the night.
Patrol was supposed to end an hour and thirty-two minutes ago, but heâs been dragging his feet ever since. Taking the long route. Responding to calls that technically arenât under his jurisdiction. Circling blocks heâs already cleared twice. Anything to kill time. Itâs only when Kirishima actively tells him to get the fuck out and stop interfering with his villain count for the night that Katsuki finally accepts defeat and ends his workday.
Ending his workday means going home. And if he goes home, youâll be there. And if youâre there, heâll be reminded of your nasty argument from the other night. And if he thinks about that argument, heâll have to face the fact that the two of you are still stubbornly refusing to speak to one another until the other apologizes first. Itâs a ridiculous standoffâan unnecessary one, and he knows it. But neither of you seems particularly interested in ending it, and now his own apartment has somehow become the last place he wants to be. Every room feels charged with an uncomfortable tension. The living room is awkward. The kitchen is unbearable. Even lying down beside you at night feels weird, so Katsuki would rather avoid the whole thing if he can help it.
If he gets home late enough, youâll already be asleep. Then he can shower, crawl into bed, and pretend the situation doesnât exist for a few more hours. It seemed like a solid plan in his mind, but unfortunately, thanks to fucking Shitty-Hair, he has no choice but to head home and hang up his costume.Â
And judging by the lights still glowing through the windows of his apartment, his luck has officially run out. Youâre still awake. Of course.
He trudges in, and there you areâsitting stiffly on the couch in the living room, staring directly at him with your arms crossed and an infuriated glare on your face as you fix him with narrowed eyes. Great.
âDo you have any fucking clue what time it is?â you hiss without missing a beat.
Katsuki shouldâve known youâd start nagging the second he walked through the door. Hell, he shouldâve turned around and just left the moment he saw the lights on instead of coming in.
âSânot even ten,â he grumbles, kicking his boots off. âWould you fuckinâ drop itââ
âYou were supposed to be home almost two hours ago!â Your voice rings through the apartment, sharp and incredulous, and Katsuki is so tired. So exhausted. Too exhausted to deal with this nonsense right now, of all times.
âYeah, well. Now Iâm home. There you go.â
The dismissal only seems to make you angrier. Katsuki practically watches the steam start pouring from your ears as you shoot to your feet, hands planting firmly on your hips. And he just knows your voice is about to get louder.
âThatâs it?â you practically screech. He fucking knew it. âYouâre out on patrol for an extra two hours, and I hear nothing from youânot even a text saying, Iâll be home late. Iâve been sitting here like an idiot, wondering what the fuck happened, or if youâre okay, and all you can say is now youâre home? Do you just get off on being an asshole or something, Katsuki?â
His shoulders tense immediately as he fixes you with an equally hard glare. There goes his wish for a peaceful, conflict-avoidant night. Of course, as always, you have to drag the conflict right to him and drop it at his feet, spike his temper, and make it ruin his evening. A simple shower and a good nightâs sleep was all he wanted. But things are never quite that easyânot with you.
Katsuki feels a dull throb start behind his eyes as he shoots back, âWhat, was your phone broken or some shit? What exactly held you at gunpoint and stopped you from sendinâ me a text and asking, huh?â
Your jaw drops. âAre you serious?â
âIâm not laughinâ, am I? Definitely no jokes here.â
âOh, fuck you,â you scowl, and he snorts. Thereâs no humor behind the sound, however.
âYeah, thatâs real mature.â
âOh noâyou donât get to tell me about whatâs mature and what isnât. Cause if you wanna talk about whatâs mature, itâs not disappearing for two hours and acting like Iâm insane for being worried!â
âI wasnât disappearing, I was fuckinâ doing my job.â
âYou were supposed to be done with that job hours ago!â
âWell, I wasnât!â
âYou have a smart little answer for everything, donât you, Katsuki?â you smile sarcastically, âjust think youâre so smart and above it all, huh?â
Katsuki doesnât know if itâs the headache thatâs been creeping on him, or the rage, or the pure adrenaline in his system, but he does know that for a short, fleeting second, all he saw was red.Â
âHoly fuck, do you ever listen to yourself?â
Your expression hardens instantly. âNo, I think you should listen to yourself. You might hear an idiot if you do.â
The apartment goes quiet. Dangerously quiet.Â
âYou know what?â he says coldly, âforget this. Iâm goinâ the fuck to sleepâIâve dealt with enough bullshit tonightââ
You throw your hands in the air, exasperated. There is a flash of hurt on your face that makes his chest ache, but the sharp stab of pain doesnât last for long because as quickly as his heart bleeds, his mind makes him forget. It only lets him focus on the anger and the irritation and the way youâve ruined his night, just like you ruined the one before.Â
âEvery single time I tell you something bothers me, you act like itâs a personal attack, and then you just dismiss me like I donât matterââ
âMaybe I wouldnât dismiss shit if every conversation with you didnât turn into a fuckinâ laundry list of grievances you got with me!â
âYou only take everything I say as a complaint because you refuse to communicate!â
âBecause not everything needs to be a damn discussion like weâre in therapy!â
âRight,â you laugh bitterly. âSilly me. God forbid I expect basic consideration from you.â
Something ugly flashes across his face. He knows it. Katsuki knows that when heâs mad, he turns uglyâheâs always been that way. Itâs the only way he knows how to be. For the longest time, he thought you were the only person he could hide it from. That you were the only person he could fight the urge to get ugly from because you are just that special.Â
But Katsuki is who he is, and heâs learned that heâs a special kind of ugly just for you.
âBasic consideration?â he barks. âYouâre sayinâ Iâm not considerate?â
âNo, sometimes you fucking arenât andââ
âOh, thatâs fuckinâ rich! I break my back every day keeping this city safeââ
âWell, if the city is the only thing you can be considerate for, why the fuck are you even here?â
Itâs silent as soon as the words leave your mouth. Katsuki goes completely still. He can feel it the second it happensâthe way his expression shuts down. The way the anger drains out of his face and leaves behind something colder. Something worse. Something so ugly, he has to get out of here before you see it and realize he isnât worth it. Isnât worth you.Â
âYeah,â His voice is flat. âWhy am I here, right? You know, you can just tell me to leave next time, itâd be a lot fuckinâ easier for you.â
âKatsukiââ
âNo.â He grabs the strap of his duffel bag that carries his guantlets from where heâd dropped it by the door, throwing it over his shoulder as he bends down to lace his boots up again.
âKatsuki, thatâs not what I meant.â
âSure.â
âI was angryââ
âClearly, youâre always fuckinâ angry at me. Iâm always doinâ something the fuck wrong, arenât I? Nothinâ I do is enough?â
Stop, stop, stop. His mind is screaming, begging him not to do this. To get out. To leave and fight that hideous part of him down until heâs far enough that you never, ever have to see it.
âKatsuki, donât do this right nowââ
âDo what?â His voice rises more than it should. Stopâstop now. But he canât. The ugliest of him is already taking surface and showing his truest of colors. âWhat exactly am I supposed to say here, huh?â You flinch. He needs to fucking stop, but he doesnât. âBecause apparently, when I stay late to save people, Iâm an asshole. When Iâm home, Iâm an asshole. I breathe, Iâm an asshole. I exist, Iâm an asshole.â
âThatâs notââ
âSo whatâs the answer?â His laugh is bitter and so, so cold that he doesnât recognize this version of himself. Not with you. He wants to stop desperately, but he canât. Because Katsuki is an ugly, hideous, despicable person deep down. No amount of heroism on the surface can hide that part of him thatâs on the inside, not from you. âSince youâve got everything figured out, you tell me what the fuck Iâm supposed to do.â
âKatsuki, letâs just sit down andââ
He shakes his head. For a second, he wants it to hurt. He wants it to hurt for you. Stop, stop, stopâ âYâknow what? Iâm done.â
His hand closes around the doorknob, and your voice comes out shaky and panicked as you whisper, âKatsuki, please just sit down andââ
âIâm not fuckinâ doinâ this shit anymore.â
Then he yanks the door open and walks right back out, slamming it hard enough behind him to rattle the picture frames on the wall.
Katsuki is six when he first asks his father what the fuck the old man even sees in the hag that is his mother. He remembers the conversation vividly.Â
âDad, why did you marry Mom? Sheâs grumpy and old, and she yells all the time,â little Katsuki asks, crossing his tiny arms over his chest. âWhy dâyou even like her?â
Masaru nearly chokes on his tea. âKatsuki,â he coughs. âYour mother isnât old. You shouldnât say thatâitâs rude.â
âBut she is,â he huffs. âShe smells like an old lady, too.â
âWell, if sheâs old, then Iâm even older,â Masaru points out, taking another sip. âSo that canât be a very good reason not to like her.â
âWell, sheâs mean.â
âSheâs not mean,â his father chuckles, thoroughly amused.Â
No matter how many times he sees it, Katsuki doesnât understand itâthe way his father gets that dumb, starry-eyed look whenever Mitsuki comes up. Sheâs always in a bad mood, and if she isnât, sheâs probably due for one within the next thirty minutes. Why his father would choose to marry such a sour lady is completely beyond his six-year-old comprehension.
âShe yelled at me this morning,â he sulks.
âYou tried to use your explosions inside the house,â Masaru reminds him, leveling him with a pointed look. âWe talked about that. Rules are rules for a reason, young man.â
Katsuki pouts harder. His father is supposed to take his side.
âBut she still yelled. And it was mean,â he argues back stubbornly. Masaru only smiles into his tea, shaking his head with fond amusement. For a moment, neither of them speaks. Then Katsuki presses again, âSo what do you even like about her?â
The question seems to catch Masaru off guard. He pauses, thinking. âWell,â he says slowly, âsheâs funny.â
Katsuki blinks. His father cannot possibly be serious. âMom?â
âYes.â
âSheâs funny?â
âVery.â
âNo, she isnât,â Katsuki says immediately, deeply offended by the blatant lie.
Masaru laughs, âShe is.â Katsuki stares at him like heâs completely lost his mind. Masaru only smiles wider. âSheâs honest, too. You always know what sheâs thinking.â
âThatâs because she says whatever she thinks.â
âExactly.â
âAnd she says it loud.â
âThatâs true.â
âShe says it really loud, Dad.â
Masaru nods solemnly, sighing. âAlso very true, son.â
âShe should shut up,â Katsuki huffs. His father fixes him with a stern look at that, and he shrinks back just a little.Â
âWe do not say that about our mother, Katsuki.â
Katsuki rolls his eyes but slumps deeper into his chair all the same. âFine.â
âYour mother is wonderful,â his father says. âShe works hard. She cares about people. She loves our familyâshe loves us. One day, youâll see that. And when you do, I think youâll appreciate her a lot more.â
Katsuki picks at the food on his plate, turning the words over in his head.Â
His mother does love himâhe knows that much, even if she is annoying. She remembers all the snacks he likes and somehow always comes home with them without him ever having to ask. Whenever he asks for money, she gives him more than he requestedâeven if it usually costs him an irritatingly painful pinch to the cheek. She wakes up early to bathe him despite complaining about losing sleep because he prefers morning baths to evening ones.
His mother loves him; he knows that to be true. But itâs only true because she is his mother, and he is her son. Mothers love their sonsâitâs the rules. Why his father would willingly choose to love that woman remains completely incomprehensible, however, in his mind.
âMom is super annoying,â he says bluntly.
Masaruâs smile softens. âI suppose sometimes she can be, yes.â
âSee?â Katsuki perks up immediately, his entire face screaming, gotcha!
âBut,â Masaru continues, âIâm sure I annoy her, too.â
Katsuki deflates on the spot.Â
More than that, he simply cannot imagine such a thing being possible. His father is calm and nice and makes good food. Katsuki thinks lots of women would like his fatherâwomen who also would not find Masaru annoying. The only person allowed to find Masaru annoying is Katsuki himself, and thatâs because his father makes rules that Katsuki has to follow. He thinks heâs earned that right.
His mother, however, has no such excuse.
âShe gets annoyed with you?â he asks incredulously.
âOf course. Every day, Iâm sure thereâs something I do that annoys her at least a little.â
âThen why does she like you?â
Masaru thinks for a moment, carefully choosing his words, trying to explain this odd phenomenon that is love. âBecause loving someone isnât about finding a person who never annoys you,â he says finally. âItâs about finding someone who still sees your value even when youâre annoying. Someone who chooses you anyway. Does that make sense?â
His nose wrinkles immediately. âNo.â His father stifles a chuckle when Katsuki adds, âThat sounds dumb.â
âMaybe,â Masaru hums, eyeing him with bright, endeared eyes.
âIâm not gonna marry someone annoying when Iâm all big. Because Iâm smart!â
That earns him a full laugh from his father. Itâs the kind of laugh that makes Masaru lean forward and wipe at the corner of his eye. In fact, he laughs so hard he nearly spills his tea. âYou say that now,â his father says, setting his mug down, âbut thatâll change. Youâll understand when youâre older.â
âNo, I wonât,â Katsuki grumbles. He doesnât appreciate that heâs not being taken seriously.
âI think you will, son.â
âI definitely wonât.â
Masaru only smiles. He looks at Katsuki the way adults always do when they think heâs young and silly and doesnât know what heâs talking about. And Katsuki hates that look. Heâs smartâexcellent, even. Just the other day, he caught his teacherâs mistake during subtraction when nobody else in his class noticed. At this rate, heâs well on his way to being smarter than most adults.
He absolutely knows what heâs talking about.
âWell, weâll just have to see, Katsuki. If Iâm right, youâll take me out for ramen someday. Deal?â
âFine,â Katsuki huffs, puffing out his chest confidently. âBut youâll never see that ramen.â
Twenty years later, Katsuki sometimes wonders if heâs going to have to admit he was wrong and take the old man out for ramen after all.
You are, without question, the most annoying, irritating, vein-popping individual he has ever met. Itâs like every decision you make is carefully calculated to inconvenience him specifically.
He has to keep an extra jacket in his car because you never check the weather before leaving the house. He has to double-check your grocery lists before you go shopping because if he doesnât, youâll somehow forget the one thing you actually need. He has to make sure you take your vitamins. Every night, he has to remind you to take your makeup off before bed because, apparently, that responsibility has become his problemâand if you wake up the next morning with mascara smeared under your eyes because you didnât listen to him, then somehow you still find a way to blame him for not wiping it for you.
You are annoying. Every single fucking day, you annoy him. You annoyed him yesterday. Youâve annoyed him today. Youâll annoy him tomorrow. And heâll tell you exactly thatâheâll call you a dumbass, and tell you to get your life together. Complain about the ridiculous thing you did this time, and accuse you of going out of your way to make his life harder on purpose. But after that, despite it all, he will still love you.Â
Twenty years later, now that heâs older, Katsuki realizes he understands what his father meant. That loving someone doesnât happen because they never annoyed himâloving someone happens because they annoyed him, and he still, despite that, sees nothing but the good.
He loves you. You are annoying and drive him up a wall, but Katsuki knows that you are good. The greatest good that there might ever be, and he might have just ruined it. He probably fucked it all up and lost all the good he had. All the good heâs ever wanted. All the good that heâs wanted to keep for the rest of his life and cherish.
The second the apartment door slams shut behind him, Katsuki regrets it. He regrets being the reason behind that look on your face. That brief flash of panic in your eyes right before he left. That way that your voice sounded when you said his name.
He canât get it out of his head as he walks out of your building. âFuck,â He runs a hand through his hair and keeps walking.
The only friends heâd willingly see right now are working, his parents are definitely sleeping (and would ask too many questions he doesnât want to answer, even if they werenât), and he is nowhere near calm enough to go back upstairs and just go home.
But his patrol route is still active. So instead of going home and into bed like a normal person who has morning patrol, Katsuki leaves his apartment building behind and heads toward work.
By the time he gets suited up again, itâs almost eleven. By the time itâs midnight, heâs still out. By the time itâs 1 AM, he should call it a night.
Instead, however, he keeps moving. One more block turns into one more street. Anything to keep himself from going home or thinking about the argument. About the way you looked at him. About the things he said. About the shit he ruined for sure.
His thoughts are loud enough in his head, turning him deaf to everything else. He misses things he normally wouldnâtâthings like suspicious shadows and warning shouts from another hero.
By the time Katsuki realizes whatâs happening for what it is, the villain goes down easily enoughâtoo easily. He curses himself for being so naive, so rash. Heâs been fighting as a pro for years. He was a war veteran before he was even a legal adult, for crying out loud. Still, despite all that, the second Katsuki realizes something is wrong, itâs already too late.
The construction site groans around himâmetal screeches against metal, and his head snaps upward. All he sees is the upper half of the structure collapsing before he loses his balance and collapses with it.Â
âShitââ
The explosion leaves his palms a fraction of a second too late, and he doesnât go propelling forward the way heâs supposed to. The half-built building comes down, and Katsuki goes down with it.Â
Itâs 2 AM when you see it on the news. Kirishima sends you a text asking if youâd heard what happened, and by the time youâve spammed him with messages asking what the hell he was even talking about, heâs gone silent. Something in your gut knows that heâs not answering because heâs too busy rescuing. Too busy being a hero.
Your heart tells you that the person he has to be a hero to tonight just so happens to be Katsuki.
The first report you see hits the news at 2:13 AM. The anchorâs voice is as smooth and polished as ever as she delivers the words that send your whole world crumbling around you.Â
âWe are receiving breaking reports of a major incident involving Pro Hero Dynamight.â
The footage that floods the screen makes you fall to your knees and muffle your sobs behind a shaky palmâcollapsed concrete and emergency responders and heroes rushing in and out of the wreckage. The camera zooms toward the ruined construction site, and Katsukiâs body is nowhere to be seen on the screen. You donât quite know if thatâs a good thing or bad.
âDynamight was reportedly responding to a villain incident when a structural collapse occurred. We are told he is trapped beneath the rubble. Emergency responders are currently on the scene, conducting rescue operations.â
At 2:37 AM, the hospital gives you a call as his emergency contact. Youâre sick to your stomach, not sure how youâll make the drive there when Kirishima finally texts you again.
Kiri <3: I already told his parents. Theyâre on their way so donât worry about it
Kiri <3: One of my sidekicks is outside your apartment. Theyâll drive you down there
Kiri <3: I still have to handle the aftermath and finish patrol so I wonât be there Iâm sorry
Kiri <3: Keep me updated?
You: Donât apologize Kiri idk what Iâd do without u
You: Thank you and pls be safe
You: Iâll lyk things as soon as I find out
Kiri <3: Take it easy okay?
Kiri <3: Heâs come back from worse. Itâll be alright
ââ
Kirishimaâs sidekick gets you to the hospital efficiently, but you are still at your witsâ end by the time you can rush out of the passenger seat and bolt through the sliding doors.
Some part of you is grateful you didnât have to drive here yourself because you know you wouldâve sped dangerously over the limit, missed half the red lights, and probably wouldâve gotten yourself pulled over. At the same time, you wish you couldâve been the one behind the wheel, just to get here faster.
âIâm here to see Katsâum, Dynamight,â you say in a rush. âDynamightâŠI meant Dynamight.â
The woman at the front desk looks at you with a raised eyebrow, already typing away at her screen as she blandly says, âValid ID, please.â
You curse under your breath, fumbling through your purse for your wallet, and then fumbling through your wallet for your ID like your hands suddenly donât belong to your body anymore.
When you practically shove it toward her in your haste, she takes it too calmly for your racing heart and inspects it for a moment. Then looks at her screen. Then back to your ID. Then she types for what feels like an agonizing eternity before she finally hands the card back and says, âFourth floor, room twelve. Heâs stable, but he has some serious injuries that theyâll have to monitor and heal slowly due to his staminaââ
Youâre already moving before she finishes. Youâre bolting toward the elevators, heart slamming so hard it hurts. The ride up to the fourth floor is torturously slow. When you finally get out of the elevator, youâre halfway down the hallway before you even register the security guard stepping in front of you.
âID.â Again. Of course. You suppose it is a good thing security is tight for the pro hero unitâeven if it does add to your piling weight of anxiety. When you clumsily pull it yet again, he checks it for another cruelly long stretch of time, glancing between the card and the device in his hands before finally saying, âGo ahead.â
Youâre already moving.
By the time you reach room twelve, your hands are shaking so badly you can barely hold yourself still. For a moment, you just stand there, frozen. Would Katsuki even want to see you? Is he fed up with you? Would you just make his already terrible night even worse?
You arenât sure.
You donât know why youâre in the predicament youâre in right now. You donât know how you got here or why things escalated the way that they did. You donât know what you do wrong to push his buttons the way you seem to, to upset him the way that he gets. You think youâre doing the right thingâthat youâre doing whatâs right for both of youâbut somehow, you always seem to mess it up. Always seem to say the wrong thing. Always seem to ruin whatever good the two of you have managed to build between you.
But you love Katsuki, and if nothing else, you know that he loves you too, and you need to see him. So you force down the bile in your throat and push the door open. The first thing you notice when you see him is the bandages wrapped tightly around him. One arm heavily secured in a cast. Gauze lining his shoulder and collarbone that makes your stomach drop in a sick, immediate lurch. Machines hum quietly beside him, keeping track of his vitals.
You never see Katsuki hurt like thisâheâs always been practically invincible when heâs on the field, always taking things down before they have a chance at even touching him. And then your brain, cruelly, supplies the thought: but he is not invincible. Not always.
âKatsuki,â you whisper, eyes already welling with tears.
Heâs looking at you the second the door opensâbut his tired eyes soften with relief, just a little, when they land on you. âYou came,â he says, voice rough.
âOf course I came,â you say, sharper than you mean to. How could he think you wouldnât? How far have you let things go that he could genuinely believe you wouldnât show up for him? âWhat the hell happened?â
He sighs, almost embarrassed. âJustâŠwork ân shit.â
You sniffle, and he lifts his good arm toward you. Thatâs all it takes.Â
Youâre at his side in an instant, squeezing into the small space beside him on the hospital bed and curling yourself against his chest. Youâre careful not to disturb any of the machines surrounding him, but you canât stop thinking about how wrong this feels. How you shouldnât be the one being comforted right now. How heâs the one lying in a hospital bed, yet somehow heâs still the one rubbing your back and soothing your tears.
âI thought you were gonna die,â you sob. âIâI saw the rubble, and Kiri stopped texting back and...and I thought you got crushed.â
âMânot fuckinâ dying, babe,â he huffs, sounding mildly offended. âA stupid building isnât killinâ me. Thatâs a dumbass way to go.â
âYou donât know that,â you shake your head. âYou canât promise that.â
âListenââ
âAnd I was sitting there watching the news and thinking the last conversation I ever had with you was that stupid fight,â you continue, looking up at him with trembling lips.
His eyes soften. âI know, butââ
âAnd I donât care about the argument anymore,â you say, your voice shaking harder now. âI donât care about being right or winning or being apologized to firstâI shouldâve texted you, youâre right. You...you probably felt like I didnât care, but I do. I care so much, and I love you more than anything.â
You take a breath that does absolutely nothing to steady you. Katsuki is trying to wipe your tears away with one weak arm.
âI love you tooââ
âI just want you to talk to me,â you sob. âI know Iâm annoying, and I nag and scold and get onto you all the time, and Iâm trying not to do that as muchâreally, I am! But I just...I wish youâd tell me things, too. Yâknow? I am the one person youâre supposed to do that with, Katsuki,â you add, your voice cracking all over again. âBut sometimes, it feels like Iâm the last person you want to do that with.â
His expression tightens. âThatâs notââ
âAnd I want us to work because Iâve never liked someone so muchâit stresses me out. Because I love you and I want this to work, and the thought of it not working makes me so anxious I wanna throw up, and...and you act like talking to me is harder than getting crushed under a fucking buildingââ
âBaby.â He squeezes your cheeks together and silences you as he pulls your face closer, pressing a kiss to your puckered lips. âYou talk a lot, yâknow that?â
You huff at him immediately, tears spilling down your cheeks even faster. âThat is so rude, given theââ
âIâm sorry about the fight,â he interrupts. You pause, and he takes the opportunity to keep going, despite looking painfully uncomfortable the entire time. âAnd for...walkinâ out ân shit. That was fucked up. I donât talk to you like I should. Youâre right. Sâweird for me, and I hate it sometimes. I donât know how to just...say shit like you do. Okay?â He sighs. âBut mâgonna try more because youâre rightâI need to talk to you. But you gotta get outta your head so muchââ He gives your forehead a small jab with his finger. You sniffle and swat his hand away with a watery scowl. It earns the faintest grin from him. âWeâre gonna work,â he says. ââCause we do. Thatâs all there is to it, okay?â
âButââ
âNo buts,â he grumbles. âMy ribs hurt. Jusâ let me be right.â
A watery laugh escapes you as you shake your head, cupping his bandaged face between your hands. âYouâre really annoying sometimes, Katsuki.â
âYeah,â he rolls his eyes. âSo are you. Still love you, though.â
âMe too,â you breathe, leaning down to kiss the tip of his nose. âLove you so much.â
He pulls you back down against his chest again, rubbing your back as you listen to the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear. You trace small patterns into his shirt. He presses a kiss to the top of your head. And things are okayâthey are not beyond repairing. Youâll inevitably annoy him tomorrow, and heâll annoy you the day after that, but youâll still work. You will still find a way to keep things good the way they always are.
After a few quiet moments, he mumbles, âHey.â When you look up, he says, âWhen mâall healed and shit, you gotta force me to go grab ramen with my old man. On me.â
Katsuki waits almost a month after being discharged from the hospital before he finally makes the call. Heâs been trying to stall it for as long as possible, but Katsuki, even at the tender age of six, has always been a man (or boy) of his word. Heâs standing alone on the balcony outside his apartment with his phone pressed to his ear, wondering if itâs too late to hang up before the call goes through.
It rings twice. Then his fatherâs voice is as gentle and cheery as ever. âKatsuki!â Masaru answers immediately. âHi, son!â
âYeah, yeah. Hey.â
His father laughs. âHow are you feeling?â
âFine.â
âAre you sure?â
âI got discharged, didnât I? Sâbeen a whole month.â
âWell, Iâm glad to hear youâre sounding just like your usual self,â his father says. Katsuki can hear the smile in his voice. âWhatâs up?â
âNothinâ.â
âKatsuki, you never call for just nothing.â
He groans, rubbing a hand over his face with a sighâitâs now or never. He canât keep stalling, and Katsuki is, and always has been, a man of his word. If he promised his father ramen over a stupid bet he made twenty years ago, then heâs going to get his father that ramen. Even if it kills his pride. Demolishes it, even.
âListen, I was thinkinâ...maybe we could grab food sometime.â
âThatâs very kind of you,â Masaru hums. âLet me ask your mother when sheâs free andââ
âNot the hag. Sâjust you,â he cuts in, rubbing at his temple.
âOh?â Masaru sounds amused. âWell, okay. I suppose itâd be nice to spend some time as just father and son. What kind of food?â
Katsuki pinches the bridge of his nose. Just say it. Just fuckinâ say it, his mind urges. Just rip the bandage off and say it. Say it. Say the damn wordâhe grits his teeth and forces out, âRamen.â
Thereâs a pause on the other end. The silence stretches on long enough that Katsukiâs eye twitches.
âRamen, huh?â Masaru finally says, and the way he says it makes a vein all but pop in Katsuki's forehead.
âOld man,â he says warningly, âdonât push itââ
Heâs cut off when Masaru starts laughing. âI was wondering when this day would come.â
âHah? You really kept that shit in your head for twenty years?â
âOf course I did. It was one of my favorite conversations Iâve ever had with you.â
âWhy? âCause you love beinâ fuckinâ right all the time?â Katsuki grumbles.
His fatherâs voice softens as he says fondly, âNo. I just wanted you to find someone who made you as happy as your mother makes me. Thatâs all I wanted, sonâfor you to understand what being happy is like.â
The conversation is getting oddly sentimental, taking a turn that makes his chest feel strange, and his heart feel far too fragile. He hasnât felt like this since after the war, and he doesnât intend to sit with it any longer. So he mutters, âI still think Momâs annoying. She yelled at me last week, so she never fuckinâ changes.â
Masaru laughs again. âNo, she doesnât.â Then, after a moment, âSo, how does Saturday sound for some ramen?â
âYeah. Whatever.â
âWill my son be paying?â
Katsuki regrets this call more than anything when he says, âYes. Iâm fuckinâ paying.â
âYou know, son,â Masaru murmurs, making Katsuki pause, âIâm glad you get it now. Youâve grown into a fine man.â
Katsuki swallows hard. He turns, eyeing you as you sleep soundly in your shared bed, hugging his pillow to make up for his absence. He can only hope that his fatherâs words are trueâthat he is a fine man to you, the way his father always has been to his mother. His eyes never leave your figure as he mutters, âYeah, wellâŠsânot like I had a bad example or somethinâ.â
so anyway i had an argument with my bf the other day but he did not get into an accident and he did not get injured so dont worry. the argument was technically my fault, but im cute and he loves me so its okay <3
just as white people should be anti-racism for no benefit, and cis people should be pro-trans for no benefit. the only "benefit" that should be required is the creation of a more just world, not because you, personally, actually do get something out of it.
