Hello! I am a long time enjoyer of anime and also love reading stories to help me escape the hardships of life. I love vtubers and making little projects with glass beads!
I am back from my trip!! I’m jet lagged to hell and so much stuff happened both good and like nightmarishly bad. The RNG goes crazy 😭 I’ve missed all my authors! I tried to read in the little downtime I had but I’ll be trying to get through everything this week to catch up!
your coworkers are convinced that a certain fiery na'vi has a soft spot for you, but that couldn't be further from the truth...right ?
pairing. na'vi!bakugou katsuki x fem!reader
word count. 1.7K
content warning. na'vi katsuki, alienxhuman, based on the avatar (2009) movie- granted i wanna rewatch it soon but i dont rlly know if im saying all the terms correctly so keep that in mind, fluffl nuffin bad just wanted to talk about this tehee, na'vi language (def not accurate its hard to find a good translator..frown), katsuki threatening murder in na'vi, bullysuki strikes again, jealousy...ouuuu, oblivious!reader and emotionally constipated pining katsuki bc even if he is an alien he's just as stupid ilhsm, humoungous size difference he's like 9ft lmao real monsterfuckers come to the front
A/N. my random avatar (2009) phase returning full form granted me the opportunity to write again. literally who wouldve thought...well im not complaining ! hope y'all like it :>
bakugou was a force to be reconned with.
being able to interact with the na'vi species, or the homo pandorus if you want to be real scientifical as your seniors say, was a joy you're glad to be experience every day. granted, you were quite a bit younger than the average member in your sci-ops branch, but that absolutely didn't dull your expertise and drive to learn more about the creatures, that was one of the very factors that had gotten you selected for the program. you were at least happy to see your mentor was just as excitable as you when it came to na'vi, although some would consider mrs. nemuri a bit hysterical, you could see the passion in her. and you were happy she gave you a chance.
that being said, the experience had been nothing short of wonderful for you. the language, the customs, it was all so new and exciting. even if you did almost piss your pants when you first landed on base. you were notified that na'vi are quite tall, but nine feet (minimum, by the way.) was bound to surprise you a couple times, right ?!
however, not letting your clumsiness hold you down, you did well for yourself and even managed to make some friends, with researchers and na'vi alike. after being settled on base for quite some time, you'd even managed to pick up some basic phrases and expressions, while not perfect, it's enough to hold a conversation. and make your friends laugh at your so called "silly accent."
however. you'd become fascinated (or the target, from his point of view) with a rather quirky character--
bakugou katsuki.
the other researchers joke around about you being his favourite, due to the fact that whenever you're around he's quick to pick on you. one of your coworkers even commented that they suspected he'd come to base to look for you specifically.
"you were out on lunch break when he came in here demanding to know where you were, and when i did he scurried off in a hurry. he looked super disappointed, was almost cute." they joked.
you're always quick to wave it off. every since your first day, bakugou has always had a reputation of being a bit of a brute. he has quite the harsh vocab from the few words of his mother tongue you'd managed to pick up; he talks roughly and most of the words you'd managed to remember were curse words since they never seemed to leave his mouth.
he picks fights with his fellow na'vi very often in these weird tests of strength/training exercises that he always takes too far. he complains often about other warriors being " 'eveng."
he puts up quite the fight with researchers and scientists alike over every little thing and while interacting with his kind had, truly you mean it wholly, been a pleasure. he's always been the oddball, the one your fellow man couldn't quite place. to put it simply; he was the big bully on the block.
but somehow, the running gag slowly morphed into a common consensus among everyone in your wing. for some reason, somehow. he was different with you.
you personally didn't see it at all. bakugou was just as mean to you as he was with everyone else. whenever he found himself in your space he'd hulk over you, his massive frame casting a shadow over you and most annoyingly your work notes. this made it practically impossible for you to get anything done and the bastard made it damn obvious he knew what he was doing and enjoyed messing with you.
he'd go out of his way to knock things over with that stupid thick tail of his and ignore you when you called him out on it. and when it wasn't his stupid tail he'd bat things off your desk with his large, scarred hands, claiming it an "accident". when you caught him red handed in the process of knocking over trinkets on your office desk, he'd remain silent. huffing through his nose, a little sassy noise he always let out around others like instinct. right, because you were the one at fault here.
but you will admit that he seems to be more...comfortable (?) around you. when you first started becoming more familiar with him he'd force a language swap of sorts; in subtle ways.
he'd repeat your words in his own broken way and his tone made it extremely clear he wanted you to explain what certain words meant. only for him to never say anything back or ask you outright what they meant unless you explained of your own accord.
and when he wasn't laughing at your pronunciation, he'd repeat words you'd say wrong at you louder like that was a viable way of teaching, huffing through his noise when you'd get it like he wanted. you never understood if the noise was proud or mocking. it's hard to tell with him.
you were informed he was apathetic and reluctant to study english, something or other about how the language was beneath him (you wonder often where his massive ego comes from.) but you realised he picked it up rather quickly. he refused every compliment you gave him with an indignant snort.
eijirou had once told you that he never spoke much around you because he was embarrassed. that he'd spend most of his time subtly practicing by speaking english more often around others but would stop completely once you were around. you doubted bakugou would every admit it to you, but found it quite sweet.
luckily he got more comfortable talking to you after a while. or well, talking at you you should say.
he spent his time berating you and calling you dumb. or showing off about how much stronger he was than "you humans." you didn't mind much, it was entertaining having him around to fill in the silence, not one moment passed when he wasn't talking at you about something he did. (and if he wasn't, he'd find some way or other to bother you until he got bored and left.)
"y'know bakugou, showing off like this won't make you popular with girls." you teased, not looking up from your microscope.
though you don't even need to look at his face to know of the indignant look he shoots you, especially as he lets out a groan of disdain, he's very vocal to accompany his dramatics.
"don't need that." he shoots back quickly.
quicker than your eye can follow he snatches something off your desk. when you look up you see him holding a small shiny, purple tinted rock. kaminari, another na'vi friend, handed it to you as a gift.
"put that back." you say, although there's no alarm in your tone. he might be reckless, but bakugou never broke anything of yours on purpose. last time he accidentally did he spent a week creepily lurking around you, then bringing you banana fruit as a wordless apology.
"..who gave this ?" he sniffs the item. you look up at his face to see him scowling at the gift his friend brought you.
"ah, that was kaminari. he was so excited about it, too. i don't know what it is, but it looks pretty." you recall.
katsuki's brows furrow as you continue explaining, he eyes you in a way that you could only describe as suspicious. or maybe..irritated ?
he scoffs, loud and much too angry for something so small clutched between his fingers.
" 'upe nga keng si fa fì'u 'u ? skxawng."
you don't understand what he says and you would ask, but you catch that last word clear as day. not like you couldn't, he uses it daily. skxawng.
"hey ! i know what that means, quite being mean ! and gimme my thing back !" you shout. sitting up to reach for your gift. bakugou effortlessly lifts it away from you.(frankly, you should've seen that coming) eyes still on you he's, surprisingly, silent for a moment. simply looking down at you.
"...need this."
"huh ?"
his eyes lock onto yours, more intensely than they ever had before.
"you...don't need this." he mumbles, quieter than his ever loud mouth had uttered words before.
you freeze, for many reasons. bakugou clicks a couple times, muttering something you don't catch under his breath.
"..stupid." he adds.
"it's not stupid," you reply, defending your friends honor "kaminari's my friend, i appreciate that he thought about me."
"no."
"..no ?" you mimic, confused. his expression sours and he speaks again. firmer.
"no."
"..no, what ?!"
"stupid. don't appreciate." he spits.
your eyebrows furrow "i do !"
"don't." his furrow harder.
"bakugou, you're being weird." you sigh, exasperated by his antics. you take the opportunity to poke his firm, toned stomach, which doesn't hurt him, of course. but it catches him off guard enough to distract him. you jump with all your might, which regrettably isn't very high (you're an researcher, not a warrior, okay?!) and manages to snatch your shiny rock out of his grip.
flabbergasted, he blinks a few times before trying to reach for your rock again, but you clutch it to your chest and he freezes, knowing you're intent on protecting it. with your life if you must.
(okay, maybe a little dramatic. but if they go low, you go lower.)
he growls and hisses at you, but you ignore his antics and get back to work. keeping the rock on your other side where he can't reach and grabbing your notepad to continue analysing the matter in front of you.
"bark all you want, you won't get anything outta me. now, shoo." you swat in his direction, pretending to concentrate on your work. from the corner of your eye you see how his fist clenches and worry tugs at your mind for a moment, there must be something genuinely bothering him.
before you can think to ask (he's quite fast) he's huffing through his nose again, resolute. and makes his way out of your post, not before spitefully knocking off a random purple marker off your desk.
"close the door behind you, please." you sigh, rolling your eyes. his fading voice growls something out.
"oel tspìsyang paon."
"what ?!" you call for him, but he's already almost out the door.
"skxawng."
"hey !!"
the door slams shut.
translations (note that these might not be super accurate!) :
'eveng - child. basically calling them children or crybabies in this context.
'upe nga keng si fa fì'u 'u ? skxawng. - what would you even do with this thing ? what an idiot.
PAIRING — Pro Hero Bakugou Katsuki/Vigilante F!Reader
RATING — Explicit
CONTAINS — heavy angst, enemies to lovers (sort of), mutual pining, slow burn, eventual smut, moral ambiguity, cheating (not between katsuki/reader), unhealthy relationships, unhealthy coping mechanisms, grief/mourning, dark themes (past abuse, stalking, kidnapping, torture, quirk trafficking), violence, swearing, open but hopeful ending, dual pov (mostly reader), no use of y/n ◆ married bakugou katsuki—not to reader—and has a daughter too ◆ characters are in their late 20s
SUMMARY — Running away would be the sensible thing to do. Getting as far away as possible from him, the one person who’s your ticket to losing your freedom. Not searching for him out of stupid curiosity and showing up at the last place you should: his house. They say curiosity killed the cat, but yours seems to always end up as the key unlocking doors that should probably stay locked. Because when you open the door to Bakugou Katsuki’s life, it’s not a loving marriage, not a happy family of three you find, but falsity, forced duty, and a dark secret that threatens his very own life. Bakugou Katsuki, the pro hero tasked with catching you and your downfall. And you, the vigilante exposing ugly truths for a living—his salvation.
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CHAPTER SUMMARY — Goodbyes are never easy, but they hurt less when you leave with a bang.
CHAPTER WARNINGS — n/a
WORD COUNT — 4.3k
a/n: TL;DR: Uncovered is complete, and the sequel is in the works. ETA? No clue. The long ramble is at the end.
Every colorful expletive in your vocabulary came out of your mouth as you wrestled with the zipper of your overstuffed suitcase. You put your whole weight on the stupid, stubborn thing, trying and trying to get it closed, as if it were its fault for overflowing. You were at your wits’ end, and although you could’ve removed some of the clothes and eased your struggle, you vehemently refused to do so.
Admitting defeat and hearing I told you so from your one and only? Screw that.
Huffing in frustration, you glared daggers at the sad metal piece pinched between your fingers, so hard you swore you could hear it begging you to leave it alone. Hadn’t you had enough of torturing it?
“Close already,” you growled, and tugged forward. The zipper inched backward right after, erasing the tiny bit of progress. “Damn you.”
The flight was six hours away, and you were supposed to be ready, good to go, considering preparations for your long holiday had started four days ago, when you’d told Katsuki you were going.
Four days ago…
Katsuki cried with you in that empty bedroom as you held each other, his tears silent unlike yours, which drenched his shirt through the sharp sobs you let out. You talked about how it sucked, how unfair life was, how painful it felt to find the right person only for the timing to be so misaligned. But none of it could change the decision you’d both made, knowing that staying would make everything worse.
Then he cracked silly jokes with you about how dramatic you both were acting for two grown-ass adults, and how ridiculous you looked with puffy eyes and snotty noses, as he swiped the drying salt from your cheeks. You experienced yet another side of him and fell in love all over again. Who knew his dry, sarcastic humor could make you laugh until your belly hurt?
Glee morphed into sizzling tension, and he kissed you before you could catch your breath, stealing the last of your air and replacing it with his own.
He made love to you for the first time on the chilly floor of what had once been your childhood bedroom, and you felt every trickle of affection flowing through your body, imprinting his love deeper into your soul. A vulnerable Katsuki was fragile, you learned, but braver than anything you’d ever seen in the way he let his heart take the reins and drive his actions, his movements, his reactions. I love you and I’m yours were whispered in your ear, offered to your lips, kissed onto your skin with a reverence that melted your insides into liquid passion and hope.
“I’m going to sell this place,” you told him in the afterglow. “As long as I remember them, they live through me, not here. This place holds me back, so I’m letting it go. It’s time I did.”
Three days ago…
Ayumu slipped up about there being a message from Takumi for you and got roasted by Katsuki to the highest degree for it, while you stood there gawking at the latter for hiding that from you. Katsuki excused the secret as not wanting to add more to your plate when you already had enough, and besides, it wasn’t urgent. It could’ve waited.
Nevertheless, he handed you his phone, the message ready to be played, and your heart balled up into something small and anxious as you listened to Takumi’s calm voice reassuring you that he’d laid the groundwork to keep you safe from both the pro heroes and the villains. That he’d sabotage Yukiko and stall her for as long as he could. You’d know when he couldn’t do it anymore.
“Ah, I left you a gift. Ask Blondie about it. He’s in charge of it. Use it smart, darling.” His typical devilish chuckle tickled your eardrums. “I can’t wait to see who you’ll become after your break. This time, be good to yourself.”
The “gift” turned out to be a generous stash of money under a fake name, and you hated Takumi just a little bit more for knowing you well enough to predict you’d need a break and scheme for it. He cared, in his own twisted way, and that messed with your conflicting feelings. Wherever he was, you hoped he was…okay.
Two days ago…
You rode your bike, with Katsuki as your grumpy, deeply unhappy backpack, to the city lookout where you’d struck the deal that changed the trajectory of your life. On the way there, you parked the bike and stopped by a convenience store and bought the same instant ramen cups you’d had that day, grinning with your whole face upon seeing Mr. Chicken, while Katsuki mumbled something about getting you a damn chicken plushie to carry around since you were so damn enamored with that angry-looking bird.
Laughing, since he was once again responsible for preparing the cups, you wrapped your arms around his waist from behind, nearly causing him to blow the poor things to smithereens as your hands found their way under his shirt, needing to feel his warmth. Face nuzzled into his back, you breathed him deep into your lungs and felt your nerves light up in response, your insides fluttering like you were some schoolgirl experiencing her first crush.
Yours, and yet you still couldn’t wrap your head around it.
Luckily, the night sky was clear, so you could stargaze as you slurped on the hot noodles, pointing your chopsticks at some of the stars and sharing bits of your knowledge with him. Katsuki listened, adorably confused, questioning how in the hell you knew all of that.
“Former journalist and curious person to a fault, hero.”
One day ago…
You stood before your parents, one hand pressed to their urns, their blood-stained picture clutched in the other, apologies on the tip of your tongue. You were moving on, and a part of you felt as though you were leaving them behind. Deep down, you knew you wouldn’t visit here as often anymore, if at all.
The lamentable truth was that they’d stopped walking alongside you a long, long time ago. They’d never catch up; they’d forever stay rooted to that point on your timeline where their last breath became the breeze carrying you forward. Forever watching your back gradually grow smaller in the distance.
More than saying I’m sorry, you wanted them to know you’d be okay.
“I’ll live life to the fullest. And I’ll fight for your little girl’s justice as hard as I did for you. I’ll win, Mom. Dad. I promise.”
Today marked an ending; tomorrow, the beginning of another. A faraway ending that you intended to give your all to make it a happy one.
“Are you sure you don’t want help with that?” Ayumu’s shadow fell over you as he snuck a peek at the overstuffed suitcase.
You lifted your head, the smile on your lips far too sugary. “No.”
He whined your name. “Time is ticking. We’re going to miss the flight at this rate.”
“Let it tick, Ayumu.” You returned to battling the zipper, grumbling under your breath, “I refuse to let His Greatness win.”
“Your ego’s that fragile, princess?”
Your eyes scrunched shut for the length of a slow exhale. Such flawless timing the devil had. He’d arrived to do unspeakable things to your existence. What a joy.
Carefully, you shifted on your suitcase to face your nerves’ nemesis, pretending you weren’t two seconds away from folding like paper at the sight of him. Dressed in black from head to toe—tight jeans and a sleeveless T-shirt—Katsuki supported his weight on the doorframe above his head, giving you a nice view of his sculpted arms and smirking like he knew exactly where your thoughts skipped.
Fucking sin on two legs.
You snagged one slipper off your foot and hurled it at him, but with your luck clocking in at rigged-crane-machine levels, it didn’t hit. The slipper landed pathetically at his feet.
“Damn. That’s it?” Katsuki chuckled. “Wanna try again? You still got one shot.”
Flipping him off, you turned around and acted as if he wasn’t there, his eyes burning a trail down your spine. A wicked smile danced on your lips as you pinched the zipper for the umpteenth time today. Any attempt at pretending he didn’t exist always ended with him making sure to remind you he did. Katsuki liked your attention a little too much to let his ego win.
“Oi, Carrot Head,” he called out to Ayumu. “Go check the terrace. That nerd should be here soon.”
“The terrace?” Ayumu sounded confused. “Is Midoriya dropping from the sky?”
“Something like that. Now go. Outta here.”
You cast a look over your shoulder just in time to see Ayumu straighten his back and salute, making you cough to cover a laugh.
“Yes, sir! I’ll be out of sight in three. Two. One.”
Or perhaps there was no covering your amusement. You burst into a fit of it when Ayumu squeezed past an unmoving Katsuki, threw his arms out, and sock-skated across the wooden bedroom floor all the way to the door, leaving you both with a smug, “Don’t forget we got an airport to get to. Make it fast. Ten minutes, okay? I’m counting on you, Bakugou.”
“Gonna strangle that nosy little shit one day,” Katsuki promised the closed bedroom door, and you couldn’t contain the rest of your laughter. “The hell’s so funny, huh?”
“You two are r-ridiculous. Some love-hate friendship you’ve got there.”
“Friendship, my ass.” He marched toward you, his hands instinctively reaching for you. They lifted you off the suitcase and placed you on the center island, knocking your legs apart so he could slot right between them. “I tolerate him.”
“Mhm. Sure you do. That’s why you looked after him while I was gone.” Your arms draped over his shoulders. “It’s okay to admit you click with him in a weird sort of way.”
He scowled. “Whatever. There’s something you should know,” he said. “My mom called. Told me to tell you to have a safe trip and…she wants to meet you. Thank you properly or something. When you feel like it.”
You deflated into awkwardness, and you had every right to. Your first meeting with his parents had been a nightmare; they’d feared for their lives and Yua’s, then had to witness their crazy daughter-in-law—ex daughter-in-law, shoot you and leave you bleeding in Midoriya’s living room.
Looking back, maybe the ones who deserved the gratitude were them, for trusting you.
“Uh, I’m not sure. I mean, yeah, I’d love to meet her officially, both of them, but do you think they’ll be okay with me? All things considered.”
“You kiddin’?” His palms cradled your face, squishing it until your lips puckered. “They’re gonna like you. You protected them, Yua, and me. And—” He leaned in until only a whisper separated your lips. “You’re a fuckin’ badass. Pretty as hell. Smart. Perfect damn match to my crazy.”
Your heart skipped, and you let out a surprised gasp at how strongly that misstep reverberated through your whole body. “Wouldn’t they want someone more, I don’t know, down-to-earth for their son? Safer? Not clearly involved in bad stuff?”
“Don’t care. It’s my life.” Katsuki shrugged. “My choice is my choice. They gotta deal with it, even if they ain’t happy about it.”
“Decisive,” you murmured. “I like that. A lot.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I like that when you say something, you mean it. It makes me want to always be honest with you.” You carded your fingers through his thick hair. “You know, Katsu, if there are ever times when I want to lie to myself because it’s easier, I won’t lie to you. I never want to keep secrets or hide things from you. Whether it’s something silly or life-threatening, you’ll know. Always.”
When he grinned boyishly, you followed.
“In other words?” he asked, the observant menace having spotted what lived between the lines and wanting to hear that too. He was a bit too good at this.
“In other words, I’m safe with you. Me at my most open and vulnerable is safe.”
*
Goodbyes sucked, regardless of knowing this wasn’t permanent, just a temporary arrangement until you sorted yourself out and the storm ravaging Katsuki’s life calmed into something manageable. Regardless of knowing you’d return in a month’s time for his birthday and spend that week with him, the tickets already booked. So many reassurances, and yet leaving him and boarding the waiting plane had your heart in a chokehold.
Squeezing Katsuki’s hand to numbness, you walked into the airport buzzing with its usual cacophony of chaos. People waited, people left, people reunited. Conversations flooded the space, some friendly, others not so much. The clatter of rolling suitcases, the clinking from the food places scattered around, the roar of engines taking off and landing, it was all overwhelming.
Katsuki dragged you closer to the big screen displaying the flights, scanning for yours, and you felt a weak smile fighting to survive on your face. Your destination was tied to a promise you’d made someone months ago, but that wasn’t the only reason amusement bubbled up.
“Something funny?” he asked, side-eyeing you.
“Maybe. Are you looking forward to my parting gift?”
From the corner of your eye, you caught the way his jaw slackened. “You didn’t.”
“She did,” Ayumu chimed in, resting his forearm on your shoulder. “I told you not to give her free rein.”
Katsuki rubbed a hand over his face, messing with his cap. “Let me guess. On this goddamn screen? When?”
“Who knows,” you sang innocently, skipping two steps away from him and turning to face them both, though your target was the third presence coming to a stop beside Katsuki. “It wasn’t entirely my idea. Your best friend gave me this particularly interesting piece of information. Something, something about a lie in your last report.”
Katsuki whirled on Midoriya. “What did you do?”
“I can explain!” Midoriya threw his hands up, nervously glancing between the two of you. “Before she finalized the plan, I remembered what you told me, so I, uh, suggested she use that…somehow.”
Oh, the fun of coded talk.
“Basically, he took my plan and elevated it into one crazy master plan,” you said, staring at Katsuki, who was two shades paler than normal. “He’s quite the schemer, did you know that? I didn’t expect it.”
“You,” Katsuki jabbed a finger in Midoriya’s direction. “And you.” Then at you, only for his finger to snap back to its initial position, accusatory in how straight it pointed. “Schemed together? That what you two little shits had been doin’ the other evening instead of stuffin’ your faces with crappy waffles?”
“We had waffles,” Midoriya defended, and you joined in.
“Takeout waffles. On a rooftop.”
Ayumu turned away, his shoulders shaking with muted laughter. Katsuki cut you and Midoriya a lethal glare.
“I swear, Carrot Head ain’t the only one I’ll strangle,” he said. “Let me get this straight. Your nerdy ass had waffles with my girl on some rooftop. Anything else?”
You clapped your hands, excited to tell him about the other plan you and Midoriya had settled on. “There is. He offered to help with my Quirk, and I accepted. Like him, I believe it has more to offer.”
Midoriya nodded. “My theory is that she—”
“Don’t start, damn it,” Katsuki snapped, nearly pinching Midoriya’s lips shut with his fingers. “I’m kickin’ your ass later, just so you know. Now spit out what the hell this master plan is.”
Clearing his throat, Midoriya worked his expression into a serious one, though the impish glint in his green eyes told a different story. “It’s best if you wait and see it for yourself.”
“Fuckin’ hell.” Katsuki blew out a breath as if he’d had enough for one day, and you swore you heard him mumble I’m surrounded by idiots before he crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes at the large screen overhead. “Your flight’s soon, Truthie.”
Your amusement faded. Your heart beat a little faster, aching between your ribs. You were ready, but at the same time, you weren’t. “Are you going to blow a fuse if I hug your best friend?” you asked him.
His suspicious gaze landed on yours. “Since you had a waffle date with him, might as well complete it with a hug, right?”
“Is that a yes or a no?”
“Fuck’s sake, woman. Go. Hug him. You got thirty seconds.” He clicked his tongue and looked away, pouting.
“Don’t worry, you’ll get an extra suffocating one.” You poked his bicep, then turned to Midoriya, opening your arms. “Care for one? It’s free.”
Midoriya hesitated for a moment, red dusting his freckled cheeks, then swooped in, wrapping his arms around you and holding you like you were someone he’d known his entire life.
“Thanks for keeping my secret, and for sticking around, and—and for keeping him in check while I was gone,” you said quietly, hoping he felt the gratitude you carried in the way you squeezed the air out of him. “And I’m sorry for punching you the first time we met.”
He let out a short, light laugh. “It’s okay. It was memorable, I guess. As for the other thing, I did it for him,” he replied, and you appreciated the honesty. “But after getting to know you better and seeing everything that woman had done to you, I’m doing it for you too now. Your methods aren’t exactly conventional, but mine weren’t either back in the day. People trusted mine, and I want to trust yours.”
Pressure stung at the back of your throat as you patted his back. “Thank you, really.”
“Oi. Thirty seconds are up.”
“Jealous bastard,” you muttered, making Midoriya laugh once more.
“I’ve never seen him be like that with anyone else. You’re the first,” he whispered, letting go. “Take care, okay? And don’t forget I’m only a call away.”
“I know. Same goes for you. Please pretend time zones don’t exist.”
“Seriously? Wanna give him a ki—”
You threw yourself at Katsuki before his jealousy could finish the sentence, trusting he’d catch you when you jumped. You buried your face in his neck and clung to his body, your arms and legs like chains around him. And you breathed in his scent until the oxygen in your expanding lungs was replaced with him. You trembled as his strong arms enveloped your form, wanting nothing more than to bawl your eyes out.
“Don’t you dare cry, Truthie.” Tears welled in your eyes at the roughness in his voice, and you bit your lip to hold them at bay. “You call me the second you land. And then you call me daily. Any hour. Day or night. As many times as you want. Got that?”
“Mm.”
“We’ll get through this. You know we will.”
“It doesn’t hurt less.”
His hand moved to your nape and gently pulled your head back. Your eyes collided, longing and love a visceral combination that sent one of your tears tumbling down your cheek. Katsuki quickly wiped it away.
“Every time you visit, we’ll make up for the time apart, alright? Again and again, ’til I come for you myself and drag your ass back home.”
“Alright.” You sniffed. “I just wish things were…different. Kinder.”
“Yeah. Me too.” He lowered you to the floor and cupped your face. “Gonna kiss the hell outta you now, and then you’re gonna walk away without lookin’ back. Need you to do that for me. Can you?”
“I’ll do my best.”
The kiss encompassed everything you and he shared. From the one-sided history of your teenage years to the secret intertwining of your opposing identities in a cat-and-mouse game as Dynamight and Truth Exposer. From the moment you’d first met him to the unraveling of both your lives. From accepting that you were each other’s it to now.
Two people ending and beginning.
Together.
Perhaps you’d fallen for Bakugou Katsuki on that fateful day you’d seen him on your TV screen for the first time, or perhaps it had happened later. One thing, though, had been decided from the start, sewn into the fabric of your own destiny: to keep him in your life, to keep loving him until the bittersweet finale, you’d tear through whatever the hell had birthed this unfair yet beautiful cosmos your bleep of existence fought through every single day.
He’d taken your best, your worst, and your deepest scars and given them a home. He’d seen you, heard you, and unconditionally chosen you out of billions of people, so many of them better, safer options. He’d made you his, soul and all, and in return, he’d gifted you himself.
When you separated from him and strode away, fingers brushing his for one last time, you did it with your head held high, eyes dry, and a wildfire burning in your chest. Hesitation, doubt, fear, none had a seat reserved in what you had with him.
“Soon,” Ayumu whispered, taking your hand and squeezing it in quiet comfort. “Are you okay?”
You nodded, a hopeful smile lighting up your face. “It hurts like a bitch, but I’ve never felt stronger. I’m happy, Yu.”
“You look the part too. You’re glowing, sweetheart.”
“I hope so. I’m about to leave with a bang, so I’d better look radiant while I’m at it.”
He mirrored your expression. “I’m looking forward to the reactions. Cake and a drink after we land? Before we get to our new home?”
You swatted his arm playfully. “Stop celebrating stirring chaos.”
“No way. It’s the best part of the job.”
Your eyes rolled as you recovered your hand, speeding up to the counter where you handed your documents to the woman who looked exhausted and drained from having to deal with way too many people. Although you could’ve taken Takumi’s private jet, you’d decided against it. It would’ve been a shame, the biggest disservice to yourself, to miss your own spectacle and the nearby crowd’s reaction.
A spectacle that was due in—you glanced at the screen behind the counter—five.
Four.
Three.
Two.
One.
A staticky sound crackled through the airport speakers. The screen went black, and a modified voice followed.
“Is this working?” the voice inquired, drawing the attention of the people around you. “I hope it is. I hate nothing more than wasting time.” One high-pitched noise ripped through the bustling air; the person tapped the microphone twice. “So, anyone want to take a wild guess as to who I am? I’ll give you a hint. Starts with T, ends with R. Two words. C’mon. I’m pretty popular around here.”
You heard the murmurs of the people behind you and watched the woman handling your documents tense, her eyes widening into plates like she’d heard someone’s darkest secret. Whispers of Truth Exposer spread from one person to the next, domino pieces toppling into realization, and you found it fascinating how the constant droning of the airport seemed to fade into acute quiet as your vigilante persona stole the spotlight.
Fighting to keep your expression neutral, you exchanged a subtle look with Ayumu, who lazily tapped on something on his phone. He angled the device to show you he was playing the video—your pre-recorded video that contained only your voice, currently being broadcast live all over Japan.
“Time’s up. You’re probably wondering what all this is about, right?” your altered voice said. “Well, a little bird told me the Quirk trafficking ring still running rampant isn’t interesting enough, but a pro hero’s private life is. Ah, you vultures—I mean, the press—having a blast making the wildest assumptions because the hyenas—sorry, the police—are too slow to prove Dynamight’s innocence?”
One long, annoyed sigh was blown into the microphone and carried through the dense atmosphere, thickening the tension. This was you, but goosebumps washed over your skin anyway. Such an odd cocktail of sensations. Lingering inside was still the deep-seated wrath you’d felt upon recording this, fury at how disgusting their priorities were, while you experienced what it felt like to be on the receiving end of the vigilante. Was this how people felt your influence?
“Pathetic.” The voice dripped with acidic disdain. “I hoped that, this one time, you’d do your jobs properly and clear Dynamight’s name fast, considering he’s one of the people keeping our society safe. But I should’ve known better.” Another sigh, this time dramatic. “Making me step in, tsk, tsk. But since you forced my hand, might as well force yours. Let’s make it fun, at least.”
You coughed loudly to grab the attention of the inattentive woman. “Can you please check us both in?” You reached for Ayumu and pulled him closer, motioning for him to give her his documents. “We’ve got a flight to catch.”
She looked between you two, then to one of the speakers, coming back around a hesitant moment later. “Yes, of course. I’m sorry, it’s just—never mind.”
“My word against yours!”
“Understandable,” you said. “Not every day you hear from a vigilante publicly.” You worked your brows into a frown. “Scary, isn’t it?”
“I made it very clear he had no part in Fukuda Miyuki’s villainy based on my investigation, and I’ve provided you with proof. But you seem hell-bent on proving the opposite, so…prove it.”
She gave you a meek nod and busied herself with checking you in.
“Prove his involvement with irrefutable evidence. Do keep in mind I’ll come for you if you lie or dare forge anything.”
“Here you go.” She handed you the documents and bowed politely.
“However, if what you bring to the table is true, I’ll reward you with…”
“Thank you,” you said, stepping away and heading for the security check, Ayumu’s hand in yours once more. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, knowing your poker face would crack, but you felt the laughter waiting to break out of him, much like your own.
“…my identity. Or should I say…our identities?”
a/n: With the final chapter posted, Uncovered is officially complete, which means I can move on and start pouring my energy into writing the sequel. I don’t know when it’ll be out or how many chapters it’ll have. I only know what needs to happen XD. However, I’ll probably post some sneak peeks here and there, along with small updates, so keep an eye on that if you’re interested. Ah, feel free to poke me if you have any questions or curiosities.
Now, I’ll try not to get too sappy, but I want to say thank you for everything. It’s been one crazy ride for me and one hell of a learning experience, as I started writing this fic soon after I picked up writing for real, making Uncovered the first long fic I’ve ever written. Suffice to say, it’ll forever hold a very special place in my heart, even more so because I got to experience it with you guys, whether you’ve been here from the start or not. Know that you’ve brightened my days and definitely fed my muse. I’m excited to work on the sequel, trust me.
And since I can’t just go and not give you something, here’s the title of the sequel: Spotlight. Have fun speculating! ✨
Regarding the final chapter, it really came full circle, didn’t it? We started with Truthie watching news about her vigilante persona, and we ended with the vigilante persona “broadcasting.” Also, she’d watched Katsuki leave, and now Katsuki watches her leave.
Lastly, I hope you enjoyed the chapter and Uncovered as a whole! 🧡
You can’t change my mind that ABO Prime Alpha Katsuki had his main priority when purchasing a car was to make sure the back had that plush seating so any omega (especially the one he’s courting) has a safe and comfortable space to nest in.
Doesn’t matter if it’s long drives or if he’s coming to pick them up from late night drinking, just to bring safely home. His car has all the features, cooling and heated seating. A cup holder to hold three different beverages to appease their indecisiveness. He prefers they sit diagonal from him so he has an easier view to check in and make sure they’re comfortable and content. Bonus, he likes to reach back and brush his fingers along their calf, just to hold onto their ankle and run this thumb affectionately.
I’ve been so depressed lately that I’m not enjoying reading right now and I hate it 😭 everything is feeling like such a struggle right now to push through
