AS SOON AS he spat those words, everyone went into panic mode. (Y/N) immediately reached out this time, getting a tight hold on his arm, as she supported all of his weight.
"Shit! Shit!" Lo'ak exclaimed his curses, as his eyes were wide, as he and Spider helped (Y/N) bring a groaning Neteyam towards Ila.
"Get him on!" Spider yelled to the two holding Neteyam, as the wounded teen let out another pained noise, and Tsireya held Ila steady.
"I got him, I got him." (Y/N) assured through heavy breathing, hands trembling as she helps Neteyam onto Ila gently, and she slides up behind him, making the male lean against her chest. "Go! Go!"
Lo'ak gets on in front of her, while Spider and Tsireya hold onto the sides, and Ila starts to swim forward quickly, feeling her rides scared emotions.
"I've got you, I've got you." (Y/N) reassured through a shaky coo at Neteyam, placing pressure on his bleeding as he groans and opens his eyes to stare up at her.
"You're going to be okay, I promise." She whimpered, tears forming in her eyes making her blink them back, as one dropped down onto his cheek.
Ignoring the horrible pain he was in, he brought up a shaking hand to her cheek and cupped it, as he wiped her tears away with his thumb, "Don't cry." He rasped through his laboured breathing.
(Y/N sniffled loudly at this with a small sad smile, trying to get rid of her tears but it was no use. One of her nephew was dying.
She leans the top of her head against his, and continues to press pressure on his wound, all while whispering words of comfort as the group swims faster on Ila.
Near some of the rocks in the water, Jake hopped off his Skimwing as he spots the kids all on Ila and heading towards where he was.
"Dad! Help! It's Neteyam!" Lo'ak desperately calls out to his father, waving a hand around to catch his attention.
(Y/N's) cheeks were already stained with a few tears, as she holds Neteyam close to her chest, and looks down at the male, who was breathing very fast with wheezes.
The girl couldn't lose him, couldn't let this take him away from her family. She wouldn't allow that. There was to many things left that she wanted to do with him, and Lo'ak. She so badly wanted to grow old and watch them grow up have their own family.
She adored everything about them, to Neteyam's protectiveness, to his dramatic hair swings, to Lo'aks love he held for his family, to his silly pranks. (Y/N) loved and adored everything about them.
She was not about to let everything they've been through together as a family go to waste. She believed everything happens for a reason, but losing Neteyam was not supposed to happen.
There was no (Y/N), without Lo'ak and Neteyam. They were a trio, the two boys had always been close to their aunt even since birth
"Quick! We must hurry!" Tsireya exclaims quickly as they had arrived at the rocks, and she helps (Y/N) gently bring down Neteyam off Ila, as they all helped the coughing male up onto the rocks.
"Watch his head!" Lo'ak warned as they did this, and Jake helped them pull his eldest son up through the rushing waves, and the group lift him up, brining him more into the middle and gently placed him down.
(Y/N) was straight away by his head, as she cradles it in her hand and holds one of his hands with her free one, while Lo'ak places pressure on his bleeding wound.
"It's okay, Nete, we've got you." She tells her eldest nephew in a shaky voice, trying to keep it steady, trying to reassure him and herself mostly - knowing this was looking bad for him.
Jake, who was beside her, carefully flipped his son over onto his back and saw how the bullet went through, and was bleeding badly, "Oh, no." He gasped, and pushed down on Lo'aks hands, that were putting pressure on the wound, "Keep pressure on it."
The sound of an Ikran flew down onto the rocks, as Ney'tiri jumped down off it, and Jake lowered his head and got up slowly to go to his mate, who was frozen in pure shock seeing her son bleeding out.
(Y/N) looked at them through her blurry vision, brows furrowed with a lost look as to why the two parents weren't doing anything.
She turns to Lo'ak, and sees him already looking at her with watery eyes, and a defeated look, "No. why isn't anyone doing anything." She whispers in despair, herself not knowing what to do either as Lo'ak continues to place pressure through his tears, the blood not stopping nor was Neteyam's wound getting any better.
She feels a weak squeeze to her hand, making her look down to see Neteyam staring at her, and she releases a sob spotting the despair look in his eyes. He's was so scared to die, but wouldn't let her see that. He didn’t want her to go through the pain all over again
"It's okay, it's okay Neteyam, I swear. You'll get through this." She now cries through quivering lips, brushing his braids back out of his face as she prays to Eywa in her head.
Neteyam weakly shakes his head, trying his best to hide the pain he was in as he stares into her teary eyes, "You have to let me go-" He gasps out, making more choking noises, as his face tiredly looks at his crying brother and her saddened son "They will take good care of you-"
A strangled cry rips free from out of her throat at his words, and moves their intertwined hands up onto his chest, "No, I need you to stay- Please-" She stubbornly shakes her head, begging with tears rushing down her face. He smiles sadly hearing her say this.
With the last of his strength left, he reaches up his trembling free hand and grabs hers as she pressed her lips against it.
"I'm sorry." He whispered softly, himself knowing he was about to go and there was so many things he wanted to say to her, to his family, but this was all he could muster in his last moments.
Despite most of his family being around him, crying over him, his attention was only solemnly focused on (Y/N). The one who always comfort him when it got to hard,the one who always scolded his dad for being to harsh on Lo’ak and making him laugh when he and his younger brother was feelings down.
The hand covering her cheek slowly slid off, as it hit the ground and Neteyam's eyes fluttered weakly, causing (Y/N) to make a whimpering noise, and try to cup his face and bring his gaze back on her.
The sound of Lo'aks and Tsireya soft cries, Ney'tiri’s loud wailing, and Jake trying to comfort her was heard, as a creeping dread takes root in (Y/N)'s chest hearing Neteyam's wheezing and choking noises stopping.
It was only when Neteyam's eyes shut closed, the hand dropping from her face, and eventually fell limp, that she knew.
She knew Neteyam was gone.
"Neteyam?" She whispered, her voice cracking pathetically as she now uses both hands to cup his face, trying to wake up him up, "Nete? Come on”
Neteyam had died in (Y/N)'s arms. And that’s when she knew that she had lost another important person in her life. Spider walked up to his mother and wrapped his arms around her as she froze. For a moment in her mind an image of Tsu’tey flashed in her mind.
And at the realisation, her felt entire world crumbled. She gasped, lungs burning as grief stole her breath away, "No, no no." She shook her head in denial, shaking his body a little bit with harsh cries, "Neteyam! No!"
She wails loudly, her voice sounding like a broken scream as guilt and lose tore her apart, "No, Great Mother, please don't take him!"
It was a prayer unanswered.
(Y/N) untangles one hand into his braided locks, as she pulls him closer to her chest and presses the side of her head against his unmoving one, trembling wildly as tears slide down her cheeks with harsh cries leaving her mouth.
"Please! please, you can't- not yet-"
Lo'ak watches the scene with a sob escaping his lips, bowing his head with tears in his eyes as his face twist up, and glances down at his brothers blood on his hands.
He wouldn't blame (Y/N) if she never forgave him for this.
"I'm so sorry." (Y/N) weeps against the side of Neteyam's head, repeating those words as she clings to the male more pleading and gave out an anguished sob. She couldn't save him when he needed it the most, couldn't protect him from what the enemy.
(Y/N) slowly removed her face from the side Neteyam's, breathing in shakily as she glance down at his closed eyed, unmoving face, that once held so much adoration for her. She gulps for air and shudders as she brushed her thumb over the skin between his eyebrows.
She gently lowered his body onto the ground, her hold slipping on him as she closed her eyes momentarily, inhaling heavily and opened them back up as a sudden cold, but determined look crossed her face.
The Avatars and Sky people still had Kiri and Tuk, and they were both still trapped on the ship where Neteyam got shot on.
(Y/N) blinks back the tears, her eyes holding no emotion as she glances over at the ship, which was somewhat on fire and then back to the group, where they surrounded Neyetam's body.
Lo'ak, who was sniffling and looking down at his older brother glanced up when he heard shuffling, and spotted (Y/N) standing up. This alerted him deeply, as he spotted her neutral expression. Her sudden mood change worried him.
"What are you doing?" At his frantic question, the rest of his family turn their heads to what was going on, and saw Lo'ak going up to (Y/N), who was grabbing the bow and arrow Ney'tiri made for her.
She didn't turn to face him, as she walked more towards the edge of the rocks, and held the weapon in her hands tightly, "They still have Tuk and Kiri." She answers sharply.
(Y/N) then makes a screeching bird call up into the air, calling for her Ikran as the sound of wings flapping came closer and closer to where she was.
Lu’syíl soon appeared before her with a loud chitter, and lands onto the rocks as she went to attach their queue's together, grabbing onto his side and swung her legs over his back, hopping onto her Ikran.
Lo'aks eyes went wide with panic watching this, scrambling forward to talk her out of this, as he couldn't lose her as well, "You're not thinking straight please stay-" He tried to tell her, voice cracking horrible with his heart aching.
Lu’syíl screeched angrily at his words, answering for his rider as he flaps his wings up high and Lo'ak steps back with a tear falling down his cheek, as (Y/N) gives him one last stare with her eyes, their normal brightness they would hold when she looked at him not there.
As she makes a rough yip noise to Lu’syíl, he lifts up in the air and takes off towards the ship with his enraged rider holding onto the saddles ropes.
Ney'tiri, who had stopped crying and stopped up next to her mate shared an understanding look with Jake, as they watched her fly off, both knowing she needed this but also they had to help get back their daughters.
A sudden noise behind them, followed by loud gasping made them both turn around, and saw what Lo'ak, Spider and Tsireya were witnessing, and the parents eyes went wide seeing it.
Still flying on Lu’syíl, (Y/N) only had one thought on her mind as she gets closer to the ship. Kill everyone on their who took her poor nephew away form their family.Let none escape, don't show any mercy as they stole him unfairly away from her.
(Y/N) was out for blood, and lot's of it.
The revenge of a grieving mother was about to be let loose.
just here to remind you that your regression is yours! it doesn’t have to be pastel pink, you don’t have to have gear, you can like things that aren’t for kids when you’re regressed, make your regression your own!
HI! FUN AND QUICK REMINDER THAT EVEN IF YOURE ANNOYED YOU DONT MISGENDER SOMEONE! IF YOU WERE PISSED OFF AT A CIS PERSON YOU WOULDNT USE DIFFERENT PRONOUNS FOR THEM SO DONT DO IT FOR US TRANS FOLK
reblog to tell a neurodivergent that they aren’t stupid. i’ve been telling myself for so long that i’m dumb, stupid, slow, and letting other people believe that as well. we’re all just so incredibly important. we take our time. we work at our own pace. we ask our friends for help when asking the teacher seems too hard. we are beautiful. we were never stupid.
it's all "support autistic/neurodivergent people bc they're human too!" until we start showing traits that aren't "uwu cutesy~" . it's all "support autistic/neurodivergent people!" until we call you out on your casual ableism. it's all "support autistic/ND people!" until we need you to actually stand up for us when our rights and autonomy are violated.
don't say you support neurodivergent people if you only support us when it's convenient for you.
it’s the most obvious thing but i have a full crush on bakugou, so can you please write about him x male reader, where the reader is like.. having nightmares or almost doesn’t sleep because of his quirk (idk like maybe he can hear something special or predict anything bad, doesn’t really matter) but feels safe around bakugou so he always falls asleep around him or even oN him and katsuki is like “😡(❤️)shit whatever” and the reader is kinda shy about that but totally ok with their friends being like “wow bro that’s kinda gay :> ” because he is comfortable with “oh that’s because i aM the gay✌🏻” and his classmates love him and everything and would never mock.. but one time someone from another class was really really rude bcs of that or said that katsuki hates it so the reader starts to avoid bakugou and bakugou geTS MAD about it because reader is just his and no one else’s >:0 maybe a little confession from him in the end, maybe some.. *gay coughing* angy k*ss from him
please make it angsty but with a fluffy ending please please and thank you very much in advance💙 sorry if it’s too big i can’t explain my thoughts properly thaha
Bruh I just realized how long this request is 💀💀 also look at me, writing it like decades after you requested it 😭 pls enjoy I’m actually quite proud of it (also isn’t that gif perfect hahah get it bc the prompt was abt like sleeping and bakugou’s sleeping and-yeah I’ll let u read now)
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Bakugou x reader - Angry Insomniacs
⚠️Warnings - mild arguing, it’s not that bad
Pronouns - male, he/him
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“Why are you always fuckin’ sleeping on me?”
It first started during the Sports Festival. The chicken race and cavalry battle really took a toll on (Y/n), and he was suffering harsh quirk drawbacks. That, being drowsiness.
Somewhere on the stands, (y/n’s) eyes grew heavier and heavier until he realized he had fallen asleep. He also didn’t realized until he woke up that no one disturbed him when he was near Bakugou. Be it fear, or just plain respect, (Y/n) seemed to get the best rest when he was with Bakugou. Not even Iida dared to wake him up when he dosed off on Bakugous shoulder.
He always made it a point to be in Bakugous vicinity when ever he could, taking naps with his head buried in his arms next to Bakugou at lunch, or having his head resting on his shoulder in the dorms.
“Oi! Don’t drift off on me!”
“Mm? Sorry, Bakugou.”
(Y/n) rubbed his eyes as he weakly pushed off the common room couch, stretching and yawning as he did so. “Can I sleep in your room tonight?”
“N-no, dumbass! Fuck kinda question is that, shit-for-brains?!”
“I’ll see you there later then, Bakugou.” (Y/n) gave a slight nod, Bakugou practically foaming at the mouth already, before trotting off the continue his nap in his own room.
Before heading to his room though, he walked into the kitchen to grab a post-nap time snack. Tsuyu, who was already digging in the fridge, stepped back so (Y/n) could grab whatever he wanted.
Tsu eyed (Y/n’s) slightly tousled hair. “Did you take another nap on bakugou-chan? Kero.”
(Y/n) hummed out a “yes.” Tsu hummed back in acknowledgment. Kaminari and Kirishima, unintentionally, started listening in from their place in the kitchen after hearing Bakugou being mentioned.
Tsuyu put a finger to her lip. “Ne, (Y/n)-chan, why do you always take naps on Bakugou-chan? It’s always him, kero, and you go out of your way to make sure it’s only him.”
“Why?” (Y/n) pulled off the carton of milk stubbornly hanging on to the fridge. “Because I like Bakugou. Duh. And I sleep better near people I like.
Kaminari gasped comically while Kirishima sputtered and choked on his words. Not just listening anymore, Kaminari but in. “L-like? Like, ‘like’-like?!”
Kaminari and Kirishima joined Tsuyu and (Y/n) near the fridge. (Y/n) nodded out an “mm-hm.”, whilst grabbing a cup from the cabinet.
“So you’re like...” Kirishima made wild, indecipherable, gestures with his hand. Eventually, after realizing no one was taking the hint, brought his voice down to a whisper.
“...like...gay..?”
“Yeah. Pretty much.”
“Why didn’t you ever tell us?!” Kaminari grasped at his blond hair. (Y/n) thought for a moment, poured himself a glass of milk, and shrugged.
“I don’t know. You never asked.”
“And you’re so comfortable just telling us now? Why, kero-kero?”
“Because I’m gay as fuuuuuck.” (Y/n) took a swig of milk like it was a shot of whiskey. “And it’s not like it was a secret or anything.”
“Though I don’t think Bakugou knows. He’s too angry about me sleepin’ on him all the time to actually care about me.”
(Y/n) polished off his glass of milk. He set the cup down gently into the sink. “Eh, it’s not like I actually care for what he thinks about me.”
“See ya, I’m gonna finish my nap.”
“Uh-bye”
“Bye-bye.”
“Bye, kero.”
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(Y/n) yawned as his head lolled off of Bakugou’s shoulder. He hissed, dusting off his shoulder angrily.
“Go sleep somewhere else!”
“I’m just goin’ to the bathroom, Bakugou, I’ll be back. Keep your shoulder warm for me.”
(Y/n) weakly stood up from his chair, and sluggishly walked out of the cafeteria. Damn, his feet felt heavy. Maybe if he hurried to the bathroom, he’d get back in time to catch a few more minutes of sleep before Bakugou exploded on him or lunch ended.
(Y/n’s) shoulder accidentally caught on someone else’s, making him stumble back and rub his shoulder. Monoma tilted his chin up in a mocking fashion.
“Ara? Is that (L/n) (Y/n) from class 1-A I see?”
(Y/n) nodded, only half processing his words as he continued on his way to the bathroom. Monoma followed somewhat behind, spewing words and one-liners that went in one ear and out the other. That is, until,
“Honestly, you would’ve thought that angry blond kid would’ve told you by now”.
(Y/n’s) ear perked up. He halted to a stop, Monoma following suit and shoving his hands smugly in his pockets. “What’s this about Bakugou?”
“Oh? He really didn’t tell you, huh? That’s...” Monoma stifled a condescending snicker. “...surprising.”
(Y/n) stepped closer. “C’mon man, tell me what?”
Monoma sighed. “Well,”
“I heard that Mr. Blasty, matter-o-factly,” Monoma jabbed his pointer finger into (Y/n’s) chest. “Really, really hates it when you sleep on, or near him. Actually,”
“I think he just hates you in general.”
(Y/n) furrowed his brows. He’s lying. He’s lying. He likes him, doesn’t he? Bakugou likes him, or else he wouldn’t have lead him on for so long, right?
Because he wouldn’t let just anyone sleep on his shoulder...right?
“You’re lying.”
“Well, believe what you want, honestly,” Monoma made a show of crossing his arms dramatically. “But you should see the way he shit-talks and glares at you in you’re sleep. It’s not like he can push you off though, you’re ‘just so persistent you’ll never leave him the fuck alone’.”
(Y/n) shoved his hands in his pockets. Monoma raised his hands in defense. “His words, not mine.”
(Y/n) turned on his heel and began to speed walk to the bathroom. Monoma yelled out from his spot in the empty hallway.
“Oh? You don’t want to hear what he thinks about your little crush on him?”
(Y/n) froze. He was under the assumption that everyone but him knew, could he be wrong? He pressed his lips into a fine line, turning around as composedly as he could. Though, he couldn’t mask the fearful curiosity in his eyes.
Monoma grinned. It was an unpleasant, sarcastic grin, one that didn’t look peaceful or pleasing at all.
“Well, I doubt that there’s anything to to say at all, so does it really ma-“
“What...what does he say about me?” (Y/n’s) voice quivered. He knew he was falling into Monoma’s trap, that he was just trying to provoke him, that he was looking for any kind of reaction, but his curiosity got the best of him. It really did, because Monoma’s words stabbed spears into (Y/n’s) heart, word by word.
“Blasty thinks it’s fucking disgusting how you like him, like, as another dude. Like honestly, he thinks you take him for an idiot for thinking he actually didn’t know! And the fact you sleep so close to him know full well you want to get in his pants?! He thinks you’re a pervert! A lazy shit! A fag! Ahahaha!”
Monoma loud cackles were cut short when he suddenly slumped over. He sunk to the ground, revealing Kendo, holding one big hand up and the other to her waist. She most likely knocked Monoma out once she heard his condescending retorts from the cafeteria.
Kendo sighed, bending down the haul Monoma’s arm over her shoulder. Her heavy glare softened once she caught sight of (Y/n’s) buggy eyed face starting at the ground where Monoma was.
“Sorry...he didn’t say anything too harsh, right?” Kendo’s words were gentle, but they sounded practically inaudible to (Y/n’s) traumatized ears.
He wordlessly staggered past her, heading back into the cafeteria to grab his lunch and sit elsewhere. He supposed he wouldn’t bother Bakugou anymore. Since he’s so damn ‘persistent’, he figured he’d stop bothering him for the rest of the day.
He wished he wasn’t so curious about what Bakugou thought of him. Like people say, ignorance is bliss. He could’ve gone his whole high school career without knowing Bakugou hated his every being. How was he going to face him in class knowing every pointer glare, every scoff, every insult was genuine?
(Y/n) felt his throat tighten. For the first time in years, (L/n) (Y/n) was fully awake.
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It was the first time in many months that (Y/n) didn’t sit in the seat next to Bakugou, napping in his presence. He’d done it every day no fail, that is until this week. Actually, this is the 6th consecutive day he didn’t take a nap at all.
(Y/n) sat placid in his assigned seat, eyes wide and trying to keep awake. He couldn’t sleep without thinking of Bakugou, and every time he did it was always him scoffing and turning his back on him.
Every few seconds, (Y/n) would jolt harshly in his seat, rocking back and forth like a drug addict in withdrawal. He stared at his desk with eyes that could kill someone, and he dug his hands into his forearms to keep himself somewhat awake.
He didn’t hear Kirishima calling his name until he snapped his fingers infront of his face. The snap rang like a gunshot, surprising (Y/n) from his trance so badly he jolted back like he got electrocuted. Kirishima raised an eyebrow.
“You...ok man...?”
(Y/n’s) dry eyes landed fixed onto Kirishima. He relaxed, and let out a breath he didn’t know he was taking. “M’fine...”
His voice cracked like it hadn’t been used for days. (Y/n) let his eyes drift back forward, hunching back over and huddling his body like he was trying to squeeze himself to death. When Kirishima gave him a skeptical glare and crossed his arms, (Y/n) let out a small “m’ just tired, that’s all...” and gave the most pathetic smile known to man.
“If you’re so tired,” Mina, rested her arms on the back of (Y/n’s) chair. “Why don’t you sleep on Bakugou like you do every morn-“
“NO! I-I can’t do that!” (Y/n) whipped his head back, gripping the back of his chair so hard his hand turned white. Mina and Kirishima flinched, noticeably caught off guard with his sudden outburst. “I...can’t...I can’t do that...”
(Y/n) suddenly looked very awake, contrasting the way he looked like he was struggling to keep his eyes open the whole time they were in class.
(Y/n’s) breath steadied as he shut his mouth awkwardly. “M’sorry...for yelling...didn’t mean to...”
(Y/n) scrubbed at his eyes. The rush of adrenaline was already wearing off. Mina set her dainty pink hand on (Y/n’s) hunched form. “Why not...?”
“I just can’t.”
(Y/n) said nothing more. He went back to his occasional jolts awake and scrubbing his heavy eyes every 2 minutes. Kirishima sighed, shaking his head towards Bakugou, before shrugging his shoulders then forming an ‘X’ with his hands.
Bakugou clicked his tongue angrily, turning and facing back forward in his seat.
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(Y/n) was practically seeing stars by the end of hero’s class.
It was a relatively simple assignment, 1 on 1 sparring, but it caused a lot of quirk use.
He fought both his tired eyes and Midoryia, but ultimately failing due to his harsh quirk drawbacks. Midoryia barely had to break a sweat to have (Y/n) come toppling down.
(Y/n) was ushered back into the horde of students murmuring “don’t mind” and “you did great!”, but he just slithered past and stood a few feet away from them, all the way in the back of the field.
All might was explaining something (Y/n) couldn’t quite hear. Not only because he was standing so far away, but because his hearing had been considerably wonky, not to mention the hissing, ringing sound irritating his eardrums.
“Oi.”
And even if the ringing had stopped and he could hear, his brain was too tuckered out to remember anything past five seconds ago.
“Oi!”
Gosh, speaking of his brain-
“OI! SHIT-FOR-BRAINS! YOU GONNA KEEP IGNORING ME OR YOU GONNA TELL ME WHY YOU’VE BEEN AVOIDIN’ ME?!”
Bakugou set off a small explosion. The blast wasn’t nearly as loud or powerful as in combat, but to a tired mans ears, it sounded like nukes. The ringing in (Y/n’s) ears spiked, and he cupped his ears tightly.
“B-Bakugou, nows not-“
“OH, YOU TRYNA TUNE ME OUT BY COVERIN’ YOUR EARS NOW?!” Another explosion. Bakugou’s gauntlets had been out for repairs since his last hero training, so (Y/n) could clearly see the glowing red and yellow spark from his fist. The ringing spiked again. His vision burned with sparks.
(Y/n) winced, saying nothing, and brought his hands to rub at his eyes. Bakugou eyebrow twitched.
“STOP IGNORING ME!”
Bakugou brought his hand out, his gloved hand starting to glow red with his next explosion. (Y/n) couldn’t take it anymore.
He stumbled forward, and grabbed Bakugou’s wrist. He shoved it out of the way, but his hand still ignited and set off a blast that propelled them straight to the ground.
“G-get off-a me!” Bakugou tried pushing (Y/n) off with his free hand.
(Y/n) pinned Bakugou’s glowing right hand by the wrist, using his other to hold down his other shoulder. (Y/n) would’ve never done something as ballsy and stupid as this, but he was too tired, too done, too much in pain to care.
“What are you actually trying to say!? All that stupid extra yelling and petty insults, they get you fucking nowhere! Spit it out! Or does trying to intimidate every single fucking person you meet just self-satisfaction?!”
Bakugou growled. He grabbed at (Y/n’s) shoulders, pushing off of him and pinning (Y/n) to the ground in his place.
“Then what about you, huh?!” Bakugou was angrily spitting at (Y/n’s) face. “Why the fuck did you stop getting enough sleep for your quirk?! Are you just that dumb that you stay up at night?!”
“I don’t wanna hear it from a stupid fucker like you, who can’t even take care of himself!”
(Y/n) hissed. He freed his dominant hand from Bakugou’s vice grip and pushed at Bakugou’s face, grabbing a fistful of his hair. “All you ever do is shit talk! Shut up! No one thinks it’s fucking cool!”
“What the hell are you even talking about?!”
The two wrestled on the ground, angrily grabbing and tugging at each other, and rolling around on the floor. There were shouts of “get Aizawa-no, get midnight-sensei!” and “All might, stop them!”, but the two were so caught up in their fight they couldn’t hear anything.
“Can’t you ever learn to mind your fucking Business?!”
“What the fuck does that even have to do with this!”
(Y/n) flipped Bakugou over one more time. He pushed him down by the forehead, pushing his head down into the ground while Bakugou flailed and kicked from underneath him.
“SHUT UP! WHY DO YOU EVEN FUCKIN’ CARE, BAKUGOU?! WHY DO...w-why do...wh...”
A sweet, sweet smell flooded (Y/n’s) senses. It smelt relaxing, tantalizing, it smelled like sleep. It smelled like sleep. He wanted to sleep. He wanted to sleep so bad. Maybe he could just...
(Y/n) slowly sank from his spot on top of Bakugou, flopping on top of his body and going completely slack. Bakugou’s eyes widened, and he covered his nose.
Midnight strutted from above the two, waving away a few stray wisps of her mist. Bakugou hacked out a new breath, while (Y/n) laid on top of him, peacefully asleep for the first time in days.
“Well, it seems like you two already know without me saying it.” Midnight motioned over to two small robots carrying a stretcher. “I’ll just take him to recovery girl and he should wake up in-“
Bakugou pursed his lips and wrapped his arms around (Y/n’s) sleeping figure when Midnight extended her arm towards them. He tightened his arms around (Y/n).
“I’ll do it. S-since this piece of shit attacked me first and...I’ll just do it-!”
Midnight eyed him knowingly, before waving him off and mumbling something about ‘youth’.
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(Y/n’s) eyes fluttered open. His body felt like it was broken in every way possible. It was so sore, it hurt even thinking about moving. (Y/n) laid there, with his eyes half open, contemplating whether or not he should close them again.
Would he be able to sleep, though? Even if he’d started sleeping near Bakugou as a ‘don’t-wake-me-up’ measure, it slowly stopped being just that and more a matter of he felt safe and comfortable around him. In a way, he’s become a bit dependent on him, which is probably a bad thing, but he didn’t care.
Sleeping with Bakugou felt best. But that wasn’t an option, now was it?
(Y/n) pursed his lips, an involuntary groan rumbling from his tired vocal cords. He continued staring at the blinding nurse office lights, staring until he saw spots in his vision.
“Stop doing that-do you wanna go fuckin’ blind?”
(Y/n) flinched. He hated the way that familiar, aggravated voice still stirred butterflies into his stomach. He glanced to his side, as if to make sure he wasn’t just hearing things.
He met eyes with Bakugou.
“Bout’ time you fuckin’ woke up. Been waitin’ forever, shit-for-brains.”
(Y/n) averted his eyes back up to the blinding floodlights. Bakugou scowled. “Oi! Don’t ignore m-“
“How long were you here for?”
Bakugou went silent. It was his turn to avert his eyes, albeit more angrily.
“...I was here since you fuckin’ fainted in class, idiot. I even carried your stupid body here from the dumbass carrier bots.”
(Y/n’s) eyes softened, unlike Bakugou’s, who glared at the floor just beside the chair he was sitting in. (Y/n) checked the big black clock mounted on top of Recovery Girl’s desk.
It was 6:00 pm.
If Bakugou was telling the truth, he’d been sitting there waiting for him to wake up for 4 hours straight.
“Bakugou-its been hours since class ended-you should be at the dorms by now-! Why did you-“
“Well if you told me why you suddenly started avoiding me we wouldn’t be here right now!”
(Y/n) let his mouth fall closed. Bakugou scoffed. “Well?!”
(Y/n) opened his mouth, but it clamped shut when Monoma’s words echoed in his mind. Bakugou looked at him with an expectant face.
“I can’t tell you.”
“WH-“ Bakugou sputtered angrily. “COURSE YOU CAN! THE FUCKS STOPPING YOU!”
“Nothing I-I just can’t!”
“WHY!? WHY NOT?!”
“BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!”
“OK AND?! I LOVE YOU TOO!”
“THEN WHATS THE PROBLEM HERE!” (Y/n) shouted, before he cupped his mouth in realization. Bakugou’s eyes went wide aswell. “Wait I didn’t mean that-“
“YEAH! WHATS THE FUCKIN PROBLEM HERE?!” Bakugou recovered from his initial shock, already back to yelling. (Y/n) furrowed his brows with a blush.
“Wh..wait so-“
“I LIKE YOU, YOU LIKE ME, SO WHY THE FUCK DID YOU STOP SLEEPING ON ME?!”
“Wait but...” (Y/n’s) voice was barely above a whisper. “Don’t you, y’know...not like it...when I do that-?”
“DUMBASS! WHERE’D YOU GET THAT FROM?!” It seemed like Bakugou got angrier and angrier each passing second. It was hard to tell what (Y/n) found so attractive about him.
“From...from Monoma...?”
Bakugou looked angrier than ever. (Y/n) raised an eyebrow. “YOU-I CAN’T BELIEVE-! I-! FUCK IT!”
Bakugou snarled and practically shoved his face onto (Y/n’s), angrily stealing his breath away with a kiss. The kiss, surprisingly, was soft and gentle, despite Bakugou’s previous intensity. It seemed to calm Bakugou down, and cheer (Y/n) up.
The two slowly parted for air. It was quiet for a second, something that rarely happened near Bakugou.
“I thought you hated me...”
“W-why the fuck would I hate you...dumbass.” Bakugou rested his forehead on (Y/n’s) shoulder. His spiky tufts of blond hair tickling (Y/n’s) face.
“Because Monoma said so...?”
“I’m gonna kill that bastard.” Bakugou snarled, climbing into the cot (Y/n) was in. He pushed (Y/n) back down into the pillow, pulling up the white blanket and laying down next to him. He guided (Y/n’s) head-a tad bit forcefully-to his chest. “...after we sleep.”
Bakugou shut his eyes, half irritated and half embarrassed, while (Y/n) chuckled tiredly. He nuzzled his head into Bakugou’s chest.
“Goodnight, Bakugou.”
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Extra:
Monoma walked into class 1-B the next morning. He yawned, still a bit tired, when he ran straight into someone.
“Hey, copycat fucker.”
Monoma looked up. The class was empty, with no one but Bakugou standing infront of him.
Fuck.
Needless to say, Bakugou got another 3 days of house arrest.
One of my fav artist’s art style look like a colored in messy sketch so i tired something like that today but maybe it’s hard to see cuz how dark the colors are.
