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݂۫ten more?!ಿৎ
SYNOPSIS ; you’re new to working out so iwa helps you
ಿৎ wrd count ; 0.5k
your friend iwaizumi hajime looked completely in his element at the gym. that was one of the first things you noticed when you guys arrived. he was comfortable and not in any arrogant way or manner.
he greeted people as they walked past, giving them firm handshakes or pats on the back. meanwhile, you stood awkwardly clutching your water bottle with both hands, staring at the machine he brought you to first with horror.
you squeeze your water bottle tightly. “i’m gonna die.” you muttered nervously. hajime snorted beside you, wrapping some bandage around his hands.
“you haven’t even done anything yet.”
“yeah but…that looks complicated, iwa.” can’t we just do like…body weight stuff for my first time?” you turtle in, shoulders dropping as you look up at him. there’s this look you give him that seems to always let you get your way no matter what. and damn does it work.
his jaw tightened like he was actively fighting against giving into your suggestion. when he realizes he can’t say no to that face, he scoffed. “…fine.”
you brightened instantly, straightening up with raised eyebrows. “really?”
“don’t get too excited.”
hajime walks off and leads you to an open area where you could move around more freely. there weren’t much machines on this side of the gym.
you frown as you set your water bottle down and watch him stretch.
you mirror his stretches as he stands in front of you. you feel the need to make conversation. “so, when did you start going to the gym?”
hajime tilts his head as he recalls when exactly he started. “‘round freshman year, i think.”
you nod as you watch him relax his arms, you want to ask more, but he sees right through you.
“alright, no more stalling,” he says strictly. “it’s time to start.” it sounds like he’s prepping you for a war the way he says that.
“squats first.”
you groan as he gestures to one of the mats. “you’re gonna have to show me how to properly do one of those.”
hajime sighs through his nose before demonstrating one in front of you, lowering himself smoothly before standing back upright. “feet shoulder-width apart. keep your chest up. don’t lean too far forward.”
you attempt to copy him. he snorts loudly which makes you straighten in embarrassment. “don’t laugh, i’m trying!”
he holds his hands up in mock surrender and nods. “yeah, you’re right my bad, my bad.” hajime moves closer to you and reaches for your hips, then pauses. “your form needs adjusting. can i?”
you nod.
he starts speaking but you can’t really focus on what he’s saying when his hands are roaming your body “adjusting” your squatting form. his grip shifts slightly as he angles your posture back. “there. keep your balanced centered. you’ll fall back if you don’t.”
you swallow.
the unusual silence makes him pause to look at you. “you okay?”
“mhm.”
a tiny twitch pulls at the corner of his mouth like he knows exactly what’s going on but he takes two steps back. “alright,” he claps. “try again.”
you lower yourself into another squat, this time perfectly despite not hearing his instructions at all.
hajime nods with approval. “atta girl.”
um woah?
you’re caught off guard so you snap your head towards him with a wide eyed look. your face is suddenly hot like you’ve just completed a full workout.
“something wrong?” he asks.
you blink and shake your head. “no! no, nothing’s wrong.” a lie you swallowed between your teeth.
“alright then, come on.” he gestures to you. “gimmie ten more.”
“TEN MORE?”
his eyebrow raises and you grumble under your breath, adjusting your footing to give him his stupid ten more squats.
from yuyuu , if iwa told me atta girl i’d bust on the SPOT
˚ᯓ BOYFRIEND TAMAKI AMAJIKI !
tags ; fluff — romance shit — amajiki being amajiki
notes , requested anonymously! thanks so much for the support guys i love ya’ll
𐙚 ˚ amajiki kisses like he’s scared to overwhelm you. he’s very slow and hesitant at first, waiting for permission as if you haven’t kissed him a million times. he melts into kisses when you initiate them. he’ll lean over since he’s a bit taller or pick you up and have you wrap your legs around him. whatever’s easier for both of you.
𐙚 ˚ amajiki is the kind of boyfriend who’ll stand behind you in crowds or hero events. he likes knowing that you’re safe in front of him where he can see you. he pinches your sleeves so he doesn’t lose you (or so you don’t lose him) in large crowds.
𐙚 ˚ amajiki’s actually really funny in the driest way possible without even trying. half his humor is muttering brutal honesty in his observations. he’ll accidentally make you laugh so hard you cry while he stands there confused about what he said.
𐙚 ˚ amajiki struggles with compliments. if you call him “handsome” or “pretty” he genuinely gets distressed because he doesn’t want you to think he takes it a certain way. he’ll murmur a “thank you.” but watch your reaction to make sure you know he’s being genuine.
𐙚 ˚ amajiki’s very much an acts of service kind of boyfriend. he’ll remember your umbrella when it rains. he’ll carry things without you having to ask him to. he saves his last bites of food for you. he loves cooking for you and feeding you.
𐙚 ˚ amajiki is incredibly shy about PDA. in public, he might just barely hook his pinky finger around yours. however, in public, he’s a total clinger. he loves giving back hugs where he can hide his face in the crook of your neck while you’re occupied with doing something.
TIMESKIP AMAJIKI HEADCANONS
cw: detailed depictions of sexual acts — mature themes — MDNI
݂۫jealousy at its finest ಿৎ
ಿৎ wrd count ; 0.5k
requested by ; @gonegh0stwriter
“ahh, there you are,” a voice called out to you from a couple of feet away. you knew exactly who it was without even turning around. tooru oikawa stood tall and sharp as he made his way across the court to greet you. he wore a hung smile, an attempt to charm you.
you hugged your clipboard tighter to your chest. “shouldn’t you be warming up?” you ask him. you’re already shifting on your feet to move away. oikawa’s always been a charmer, but you have a boyfriend now, so it’d be a shame to entertain his flirting.
his chuckle came and it annoyed you. “i’ve got time,” he said smoothly, closing the distance between you two after you had moved away. “besides, warming up can wait a few seconds if it means i get to talk to you.”
you cringe. “you should probably focus on winning. this is a qualifier for nationals, you know?”
“hm. you’ve never been this quick to dodge me before…” he brushes a hand onto his waist and rests it there. “what’s new about you?”
“i have a boyfriend.” you blurt.
oikawa blinks once and recalculates himself. “…do you now?” he straightens himself up. “lucky guy. here i thought i was making progress.”
“you weren’t.”
his eyes squint at you like he’s about to say something before they flick behind you. he looks up at a much taller person and huffs like he already knows.
“funny, i didn’t know warm-ups for seijoh were on this side of the court.” tsukishima kei spoke up from behind you. his hand reached for your waist and he tugged you into his side. PDA was never really his thing, but when it came to proclaiming what was his, he didn’t mind it in the slightest.
when oikawa stood there, tsukishima let out a sigh of exhaustion before he reached for your face and pressed his lips on yours. it was quick but deliberate in meaning. you were his.
he pulled himself back up and huffed. “like she said. she’s got a boyfriend.” tsukishima’s voice was smoother in tone, but you could feel the jealousy radiating off of him.
oikawa cleared his throat and raised his hands in mock surrender. “message received.” he mumbled before turning to walk off with a slight sulk. iwaizumi slapped his head when he got in arms reach on his side of the court, but then you turned around.
tsukishima cursed under his breath, releasing your waist before he stepped back. “come on, match is about to start.” he began walking without waiting for you.
as you followed, you hit his arm. “you’re just gonna act like that didn’t happen?!” he ignored you and walked to the inside of the court to warm up with the rest of karasuno.
from yuumi , yeah okay i loved this request sorry if i didn’t fulfill it as well as you expected but thank you for the request!
his busy busy girlfriend ಿৎ
SYNOPSIS , he’s got friends over and you’re doing hero work
ಿৎ wrd count ; 0.5k
a cough left sero hanta’s lips as he took one last drag of his cigarette. he was sitting on the front porch of his large three story home with some of his friends from his earlier high school years. kyoka jiro sat beside her boyfriend, kaminari denki, and beside him, rikido sato and mina ashido.
friday nights were designated hangout days since none of them had patrols or work.
“why don’t you ask y/n to come out here?” kyoka spoke up, taking a swig of her beer. she winced at the taste.
sero let out a quiet scoff and smiles as he shook his head.
“too busy with hero work.” it was almost as if he had accepted that your work came before anyone else, and that included him.
he noticed over the past few months, you’ve been glued to your laptop or ipad, typing away reports like it was your job. that’s what PR agents were for. he admired your determination for sure, but he was someone who enjoyed attention from time to time.
the night eventually ended and sero was cleaning a few of the cans left over by his friends. he tossed them in the trash next to the sliding glass door and he went inside. “shit, it’s cold.” he murmured. sero walked over to the thermostat to go set it to his desired temperature.
he adjusted the circle and glanced over his shoulder. the faint glow coming from your office made him roll his eyes. his bare feet pat the floor, taking him towards your office. his palm pushed the door open.
“are you seriously still—“ sero’s voice trails off as he sees you hunched over the desk, forehead resting on your arm. “…working…?”
he stood there for a second, stilled in the sight of your sleeping position.
if only you didn’t work so hard.
sero stepped fully into the room. he closes the laptop, moving what seemed like important papers from under your arms so they wouldn’t get crumbled.
“y/n.” he whispered, hands gently rubbing your back. when you didn’t move, he leaned forward and pressed kisses to the back of your neck.
“baby…”
smooch!
“…this is what beds are for.”
you shifted at the kisses, a faint breath escaping your lips as your eyes fluttered open. slowly, you lifted your heavy body up from the table and groaned. “what time is it?” you ask, still half-asleep. sero paused for a split second, but put his hand on the back of your head. “late. come on—“ he reaches for your arms but you whine in protest.
“oh, don’t be like that. it’ll be here when you wake up. it always is.” that last part was softer, but you didn’t register it.
sero adjusted his grip anyway, gently sliding his arms under your shoulders. “c’mon,” he murmurs. “up.”
you let him hoist you out of the chair, leaning into him almost immediately. he guides you carefully away from the desk. you end up nudging him off and he keeps his hand on the small of your back as you walk towards the bedroom. “…you really push yourself too much, y/n.”
he gets you into bed and raises the blankets to cover you.
“i’m too tired to scold you tonight, but don’t think you’re getting out of a lecture about this.” he grunts as he gets in bedside you. you’re already sound asleep by the time he turns on his side to look at you. he sighs and just closes his eyes, forcing himself to get the sleep he needed for the day.
from yuumi , this was inspired by one of my c.ai bots i made a while back.
݂۫aftercare with shoto todoroki ಿৎ
ಿৎ wrd count ; 0.3k
the adrenaline of the very intimate and passionate evening between you and shoto todoroki had came to an end. the moonlight filtered through the swaying sheer curtains of the bedroom in his apartment, and you couldn’t help but just stare at them quietly. your hand and head rested on top of the pro heroe’s chest, listening to the way he caught his breath after you collapsed on top of him.
shoto shifted slightly, his body humming with the lowering intensity of his quirk.
the sex was amazing, as always, but his body was still cooling down. he had used his cold side to slide his frosty hands over your body, and his warm side to head up his hand whilst he smacked your ass while pounding into you at a deliciously perfect pace per your request.
“are you okay?” he murmured, voice low as his cold hand caressed your ass and moved up your hips. it was almost like he was soothing the soreness you hadn’t even told him about.
you shudder and nod. “mm. yeah.” a small smirk reaches your lips as you suddenly recall everything. shoto shifted once more, glancing at the bathroom before looking back down at you.
“we should probably get cleaned up,” he suggests. his voice is still lingering with exhaustion.
you shook your head and pressed closer into him. “in a minute,” you mumble. “wanna stay like this for a little longer.”
for a moment, he said nothing. this outside of the sex was his favorite, so he understood your need to be still and in the moment. the feeling of laying down, knowing you both shared a part of yourselves that is so special and precious makes his heart warm and fuzzy.
“okay.” he says.
the curtains still brushed against the window, giving an illusion that someone was moving them deliberately. the two of you ended up falling asleep in each others arms, not bothering to care about the cleaning up until the next morning.
from yuumi , i’ve never gotten aftercare so here we go
falling asleep with katsuki on the phone ಿৎ
ಿৎ wrd count ; 0.2k
late night calls with katsuki are everything to you.
sure, you’re the one doing most of the talking and yapping, but he’s got his pillow under his cheek, eyes half-lidded as he listens with an honest smirk of content. when you say things that usually get reactions, he huffs under his breath against his sheets. no matter how much he complains that he wants to sleep, katsuki listens to what you have to say because he knows it’s a lot by the end of the day. you always have a story to tell him.
“…and then i told him, if he ever touched my food again, he’d lose his damn fingers.” you say, staring angrily at the ceiling while recalling when one of your classmates tried to take a swipe of your food earlier that day.
“mm. asshole.” he grunted.
you stood quiet for a few moments, wondering if he was drifting off to sleep.
you wanna call for him, but you let yourself sink into your blankets. it was late and you should probably be going to bed. you took this chance to get real close to your phone and whisper. “good night, katsuki.” you say. when you get no response, you smirk like the idea came into your head all of a sudden.
“i love you,” your voice is low but deliberate in delivery. you shut your eyes out of embarrassment when he doesn’t say it back and you snort.
he doesn’t say it much, and you don’t either, but there are moments like this where you just can’t help it. when you’re far from each other for too long, it gets unbearable.
you hear shuffling, and then a groggy, slight muffled “nnm love you too…” into his pillow. it’s like he didn’t even register what he said before he said it.
from yuumi , wrote this shit at like 2 a.m i got more stuff coming!
❝ a reunion in shibuya ❞
༏˖ satoru gojo x reader
༏˖ cw ; mentions of character death, angst, make-up, not too heavy angst but it’s there, mentions of crying, might be spoilers !!
༏˖ tags; angst, reunion of characters, long time apart, kissy kissy mwah mwah, one shot, no part two, use of y/n,
he hadn’t really known how to describe the way things felt after you left. at first, it had been easy to pretend it didn’t matter. but despite being the strongest, satoru gojo was still human. missions stacked up back to back. training filled the gap. geto’s death left a different kind of void in him he was having a hard time living with.
he was angry with you in the beginning. you were his person. the one who made the space feel less sharp around the edges when he confronted higher ups. you could drag him out of his head with a word. and then you left.
no texts. no calls. no stupid little updates at 2 a.m. like you did in high school about something pointless. not even a “hey i made it safe” after you transferred out to that remote suburban jujutsu program thhe higher ups insisted you attend to refine your technique “without distraction.” you’d been clear you would follow orders. you left your phone in Tokyo. you cut contact with everyone including shoko—one of your closer friends.
you didn’t plan on returning, but when a mission flagged higher priority in the city, the higher ups decided it would require multiple schools’ collaboration. you left your city life behind. it was hard enough on you, so you told yourself not to get reattached when you came back.
“the next station is; shibuya.”
the artificial intelligence lady spoke over the intercom on your train car. you took a deep breath, fingers curling tighter around your suitcase handle. even though you were born in the city, it still felt a little foreign traveling like this again. you had forgotten just how noisy it was.
the train rattled as it slowed. you watched the window, taking in the sight of the evening golden hour. as soon as it stopped, you brushed past the individuals trying to trample out before you. with an exhale, you stepped onto the concrete and made your way to the building you were told to go to. it wasn’t far—is what the agent who came to the village said. it was one of the newer jujutsu coordination facilities tucked between modern glass structures that all looked vaguely the same if you didn’t know the city. you followed the directions you were given and the building came into view.
inside, it was cooler. a receptionist glanced up. “name?” she asked.
“y/n, l/n.” there was a pause. she typed something into her computer and hit send. “please wait here. someone will escort you upstairs momentarily.” you shifted your suitcase slightly to move out of the middle of the receptionist table after you nod. a few minutes passed and the elevator doors a few feet away at the far end of the lobby opened.
“this way, ma’am.” a man with glasses ushered you toward the elevator. you let your feet move forward and you take your spot beside him in the elevator. he looked awfully familiar; like he had worked in one of the previous buildings before you moved.
the elevator took you up a few floors until it came to a stop. the man didn’t speak at all which made the ride a little awkward, but you didn’t entirely mind it. you had a job to do.
ding!
the elevator opened and a crowd of a few members of the jujutsu accord were walking back and forth. you took another deep breath and stepped into view. the room was a conference room with two doors on the far ends of the room. there was a white board and a long table that sat a bunch of jujutsu sorcerers. some, you recognized. kento nanami was one. and for some reason, you felt pulled to his gaze. satoru gojo. your chest ached as soon as you saw his exhausted, overwhelmed expression. he was leaning back in the chair like the concept of formal meetings didn’t apply to him. they never really did.
his eyes watched as you moved awkwardly around the room to an empty seat.
“glad you could join us, l/n.” one of the conference leaders said over the murmurs in the room. you nod respectfully and adjust your outfit as you sat. satoru’s eyes were still practically piercing into you. he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. you were really back, and yet—you hadn’t even given him a second glance. he had no idea you were being invited to this mission, and something inside him had gone still at just the thought of you in the same room as him after what seemed like 100 years.
around the table, someone started speaking again—briefing resuming like nothing had happened. satoru forced himself to pull his gaze away from you.
to put it simply, the mission was a coordinated sweep of a rapidly expanding curse outbreak in central tokyo. what should have been a contained incident had escalated into a problem with multiple layers. the accord’s plan was to divide key sorcerers into paired units, each assigned to a designated sector of the city to locate, suppress, and execute the curses as quickly as possible. assignments were read off in order, names called out across the table as teams were formed in efficiency that left no room for debate.
“gojo satoru,” the leader continued, eyes scanning the page. “you’ll be paired with l/n, y/n.” you swallowed and sighed through your nose. of course.
you were assigned a section in central Tokyo but it was too early in the evening to go execute curses. you decided it would be later on tonight when you’d get busy. for now, you’d stay in an apartment complex designed to hold a family until the night came. the car ride was silent. satoru drove with his hands clutching the steering wheel like if he let go he’d die. he didn’t know what to say to you. you looked so different. a very good different.
“sector assignment has us operating after dusk,” you said, already shifting the situation back into structure. “we should use the remaining time to review known curse activity patterns in the area—“
“seriously, y/n??” satoru’s voice held disbelief as he heard you speak. by now, the car was parked outside the apartment. your hand paused near the door handle and you glanced at him. he was looking dead at you, eyebrows knit in what seemed like anger, but you knew to be sadness. “do you have any idea how weird it is,” he muttered almost under his breath, “seeing you again and acting like I’m just supposed to…forget everything?”
your eyes widened ever so slightly. a lump formed in your throat and you swallowed it down harshly. “I’m not here for long. i don’t have time to get back into…” you pause and look off to the side. “what we had. I’m sorry, gojo—“
“suguru’s dead.” he blurted out. his eyes prickled with tears he swore he wasn’t going to let come out. “did you know that?”
your heart dropped to your stomach. your friend. someone you used to spend your afternoons with. someone who bought you milk bread when your parents refused to let you eat sweets. your vision became blurry and your lips trembled. “n—no…”
satoru let out a short, humorless breath. “yeah,” he said, his voice rougher now. “no, of course you didn’t know.” he tipped his head back slightly against the seat. his next words came fast like bullets. “because you cut everything off. you cut everyone off like it was a fun little ‘no technology’ getaway.” his voice raised ever so slightly. “I didn’t know if you were alive. I didn’t know what happened to you. And i couldn’t even find you if something went wrong. i don’t care what your excuse is. be it, orders, or discipline, or whatever the hell they told you it was supposed to be.” satoru’s breath hitched. “you come back and you sit there like none of it bothered you. did you even once think about me? like—at all?”
your throat hurt at this point. the answer in your head was immediate. you thought about him constantly. you thought about him in the mornings when training left your body aching and there was no one to complain to. you thought about him whenever something ridiculous happened and your first instinct was to tell him before remembering you couldn’t. you thought about him on birthdays you tried to pretend not to remember, on sleepless nights, on missions where you got injured badly.
you thought about him every time you chose not to buy a phone and reach out. none of that reached your vocal chords to make words. your fingers curled in your lap and you lowered your head. a mixture of grief and regret filled your lungs and it almost burned. “I’m sorry satoru. i really am.”
you heard him sigh before the fabric of his clothes shifted. “i hate you.” his hands reached for your face before he turned his infinity off and he cupped it. “you turned me into a sappy piece of crap.” your tears streamed down your face and he wiped them with his thumb. “but damn it, i love you.”
the confession knocked the air from your chest. your tears only came harder. his forehead dropped lightly against yours before he leaned forward and pressed his shaky lips against yours wet ones. your shoulders relaxed and you exhaled into the kiss. “i…love you…satoru….” your words were muffled by his passionate kisses.
from yuumi , wait i love writing angst
could i pretty please ask for a fic continuation of the smau with katsuki, the manager one? like a short fic of what happens in the gala :)
DUHH OF COURSEE i was working on part two of the smau vers. but i will be so glad to write the gala part out!!
❝ 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐏𝐑 𝐭𝐨 𝐏𝐫𝐨 ❞ | the gala scene.
here’s the first part
༏˖ katsuki bakugo x reader
ft. izuku midoriya, uraraka ochako, toshinori yagi.
tags : cursing, Y/N is stubborn as all hell, mean girl characters included, use of “Y/N”
wrd. count; 1.6 k
𝐍 𝐀 𝐕 𝐈 𝐆 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃. 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐇𝐀
Your hand smoothed over the fabric, slow and analytical. You roll your eyes and sigh. "Don't even know why I'm going to this stupid event..." you murmur to no one in particular. You didn't look horrible. Thankfully, Bakugo had picked out a nice dress.
He refused to tell you where he got it which raised questions you knew he wouldn't answer.
You continued to check yourself out in the mirror, silently murmuring. Then, your phone buzzed.
A text message that read "Outside" by no one other than the “Dynamight” contact in your a phone. You rushed to get your things and headed out the door around 6:34.
The Pro Hero was already out of his car with the passenger seat open.
This is so weird.
You see Bakugo's adam's apple throb as he takes in the sight of you walking down the stairs towards him. The shoes you're wearing makes it difficult to do so, and you resort to looking down at yourself feet and holding onto the railing. "Took you long enough." He calls out as you reach the last step.
You shot him a look the second your feet hit the solid ground.
"It's been like four minutes."
Bakugo shoved the door further open and looked at you weirdly. "The hell are you walkin' like that for?" His eyes trail down to your clumsy and slightly stumbling feet. You groan. "l don't wear heels."
Bakugo scoffed. "You coulda told me, you idiot." He said, watching you get into the passenger seat. "You wouldn't have cared anyway." you retort, using your Quirk to shut the door for you. You could hear him sigh heavily as he walked around the back of the car to the drivers seat.
His black porsche smells like a men's cologne. One that you've smelled back at the agency and on his hero costume. You sniff in and exhale with silent content.
"What cologne is that?"
He pauses and thinks for a second. "It's some stupid limited edition thing," he muttered. "Got it from that designer collab brand. Don't remember the name."
You raised a brow. "You don't know the name of a cologne you wear everyday?"
"I don't care about it, so why do you?"
He kept his gaze on the road in front of him. You swallowed and looked to the side through the window. "I-dunno.
More silence followed after that. "That dress doesn't look hideous." He says, side-eyeing you.
You blinked and snorted with a smirk. "…That's your version of a compliment?" Bakugo clicked his tongue. "Don't push it."
You looked down at the dress anyway, hand instinctively smoothing over the fabric. "How'd you know it was one of my favorite colors?" You ask him, curious. "Why do you ask so many god damn questions?"
Your lips curled into a line and you held back a laugh. He was genuinely funny when he was irritated for no reason at all. The drive was silent all the way until you got to the gala parking area. Bakugo pulled into the drop-off lane like he owned the place.
The valet immediately straightened when they recognized his car, jogging forward a little too fast to open the door. Outside and behind barricades, reporters and press clamored with their big cameras.
“Dynamight!! Over here!”
“Dynamight, sir! Is that your date for the gala?!”
“Is this woman your official girlfriend?”
“How long have you—“
“Back the hell up, losers!” He barked, flinching at a few reporters who were shoving mics in his face. High pitched exclaims went around and they jerked backwards into the crowd. You sigh and pat his arm while you hold onto it. “You’re hurting your image right now—rankings remember?”
“Shut your mouth.” He says under his breath.
Once you two are inside, you relax. Your shoulders let go of the tension that they were holding and you removed your looped arm from his. “Wow.” You look up and around you. The ceiling is filled with golds and whites, displaying a sort of royal look to the venue for the gala. Your mouth is parted as if you want to say something, but there aren’t any words to describe the beauty of the building you were in.
You heard footsteps to your left.
“Kachaan!”
Bakugo sucks his teeth and has his eyes behind you. Pro Heroes Uravity—Uraraka Ochako—and Deku—Izuku Midoriya—are walking up to you both. “F’course…” he said under his breath.
Uraraka brought her hand up and she waved at the two of you. “Bakugo!”
Deku’s got this grin on his face. “You made it! I was starting to think you weren’t coming.”
“Tch. I’m 10 minutes late because of this dumbass.” He jerked his chin towards you. You straightened under the gazes of the Pro Heroes. “Not my fault you got me heels that I almost snapped my ankles in!”
“You’re a woman! Why don’t you know how to walk in heels?!”
“Excuse me?!”
The two in front of you look at each other with knowing smirks. “It’s nice to meet you. I’ve never seen you around, are you a new Pro?” You bite the inside of your lip. Before you can answer, someone’s throat clears and it makes you look for the sound. Toshinori Yagi, AKA, All Might, the worlds previous symbol of peace stood in a tuxedo a few feet away. His expression was warm but he seemed a little amused at the sight in front of him. Uravity and Deku stand giggling quietly under their breaths.
“Bakugo,” All Might greeted smoothly. “Good to see you attending one of these events. Bakugo clicked his tongue for the millionth time today. “Don’t get used to it.”
“You must be the young lady with Telekinesis that we’ve been hearing all about at U.A. It’s reassuring being able to put a face to the name...” All Might says, reaching to shake your hand. Your brain stalled for half a second. What did Bakugo say? What was being said at U.A.? How did All Might of all people know of your existence? You’ve never made it a habit to make yourself publicly known.
You smile nervously and give Bakugo a look. He’s got this smug expression on his face. “I’m Y/N L/N—Dynamight’s personal representative.” You say quickly, holding a hand out. All Might gives you a nod. “It’s pleasure to meet you, sir.” You say with a 45 degree angled bow. Further into the venue was the ballroom. It was elegant, making you shrink yourself to feel smaller. You didn’t belong in a place like this, and you knew it. What had been clusters of heroes, chatter and clamor, turned into sweet melancholic music that some began to waltz to on the ballroom floor.
Uravity and Deku were hand in hand. He said something that made her laugh, and when she looked back up at him, there was something in her expression that made you slightly envious. Not of the relationship, just of the joy that she was experiencing with her significant other. You never knew if you could ever experience something like that. You looked away first. Around them, more pairs glided into view. Pros and spouses. Wealthy donors and dates. Your fingers tightened around the stem of your untouched drink that someone had just placed in your hands.
You almost forgot Bakugo was next to you until he scoffed under his breath. He was already looking down at you when you craned your neck back. You looked away quickly and straightened yourself up.
“You gonna dance or what?” He asks you, stepping forward to nudge the back of your waist. Out of instinct, you stepped a pace away and gave him a sideways glance. He dropped his hand quickly. “Oh—no. I don’t dance.”
The blonde scoffs. “Come on.” His hand wrapped around your waist and tugged you closer to the dance floor. You didn’t tug back. There was no point in making a dramatic show about it. “S’not that hard.” He speaks over the slow-dance music and pulls you into him.
“Sir—“ the formality came out quick and unexpected. You see him wince at the title and he sets you both in a waltzing position. The music swelled around you. It was slow and almost annoyingly royal. Bakugo’s steps aligned with yours, and he looked directly at you. “I’m not about to be the only one standing around not dancing. Didn’t buy you a dress for you to do that either.”
“Well I didn’t ask you to do it.” You tilt your head and shoot back.
His hand at your waist tightened just enough for you to shift into the next step before you could overthink it. His gaze stayed locked on you like he was paying attention to something important. Something valuable. You hand resting on his right peck as you awkwardly shifted your eyes between his tie and over his shoulder. You try to steadily match the rhythm of the music and you step on his shoes in the process. Your eyes shut out of embarrassment but you try not to look so clumsy. “You look like you’re about to explode” he grunts, which makes you look at him directly.
His eyes are so illuminated in this golden light it makes you jerk back ever so slightly. You swallow and look away with a bashful expression. “I’m just thinking…” you say.
“‘Bout what?”
You sigh. “I just…feel out of place here.” You say to put it simply. Words couldn’t describe how much you feel you don’t fit in. He scoffed immediately and looked off to the side like he was holding something back. “What do you mean?” He asks. You don’t feel like going into detail about your feelings in the middle of the gala, so you shake your head.
“Nothing, forget it.”
He sighs out of frustration, muttering something about how difficult you were. A few more waltz’s and the music stopped. Pros clapped for the individuals playing instruments and you quickly separated yourself from your boss.
Later in the night, a woman with much posture and presence approaches you both. “Dynamight! Wonderful seeing you here!” She said with a primmed up prissy little smile. She leaned in to give him a half-way hug and then her eyes snapped to you. There were two pro heroes who were lower ranked but recognizable by their style.
You gave the woman a practiced smile. “And who’s this?” She prods. Bakugo answered before you could. “My PR.” He said bluntly. The group’s eyes shifted to you all at once. “Ah. The telekinetic, right? Surprised you’re not in the field. We’ve heard lots about you, you know.”
Your eyebrows pull together. You can’t tell if she’s praising you or attempting to put you down. “…Have you?” You asked carefully.
“Oh, certainly.” She tilted her head. “Such a versatile Quirk. A shame, really. Hero work could use abilities like yours.” The women beside her nodded.
“I like my job.” You say, jaw tight with irritation.
“No, of course you do! I just mean….if I had a Quirk like yours, I’d be doing something more…meaningful.”
.
Bakugo got into the car after the valet pulled up his car in the same condition it arrived it, snipping on his seatbelt and glancing over at you. “What the hell’s up with you?” He asks. You had lashed out at the Pro Hero who was poking fun at you.
You turn your face toward the window and you take a quiet deep breath. During the gala, Bakugo was talking about your Quirk to other Pros, and you could tell they were judging your career choice just by the way they looked you up and down and flashed their pitiful smiles. He didn’t even defend you either. Well, he was Katsuki Bakugo. What did you really expect?
“Nothing.” You mumble, hands fidgeting amongst themselves.
“Quit acting like that and tell me.” His grip on the steering wheel tightened. He was getting tired of your refusal to speak to him.
You shook your head. “Just take me home.”
Bakugo’s jaw tightened and he took a breath through his nose before he sped the car up. Your hands instinctively grabbed onto the side of the door.
Finally, you were home.
“Thanks for inviting me.” You say, trying to show at least some form of gratitude. He bought you a dress and shoes and invited you to a Pro Hero gala. It wasn’t everyday something like that happened to a PR agent:
He said nothing at first, but shut his eyes and dropped his mouth. “Yeah.” It was flat, but at least an acknowledgment.
You got out and shut the door harder than you meant to, and that was that.
SMAU CONTINUATION.
from yuumi , i genuinely am bullshitting this but it was pretty fun to write.
❝ 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐏𝐑 𝐭𝐨 𝐏𝐫𝐨 ❞
the gala scene: fic vers. continuation
༏˖ katsuki bakugo x reader
༏˖ synopsis : you’re katsuki bakugo’s PR agent but he sees potential in you.
༏˖ tags : smau, not serious threats, post-war, fem!reader,
𝐍 𝐀 𝐕 𝐈 𝐆 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃. 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐇𝐀
from yuumi , plot heavy lowkey im ready
𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ more than a feeling
𝜗. iwaizumi hajime falls in love with the angry girl at aoba johsai
𝜗. cw: death threats, cursing, fem!reader
iwaizumi was already late for practice. punctuality usually came normal for him, but this past week had been rough. with his father in the hospital and mother on a rampage about his grades, iwaizumi was totally out of it today. he rushed down the hallway leading up to the gym, a route he took every afternoon to go to practice.
down the hall, he could see what looked like oikawa and…you? he had that usual smug face on him, but was greeted with a much different reaction. “are you kidding me?!” you yelled, smacking the pretty boy in the back of the head. you grabbed his collar and brought him down to your level. “you seriously thought you could bribe me to go out on a date with you?! I will END you tooru oikawa.”
the boy whimpered and held his hands up in surrender. “OKAY, I’M SORRY SPARE ME, I’VE GOT A TOURNAMENT THIS WEEKEND!” iwaizumi’s steps stuttered and he blinked. he probably should’ve stepped in. instead, he leaned on the wall for half a second.
his lips parted as he watched the notorious school fighter give oikawa a piece of her mind. you were a beauty to say the least. anyone who’s anyone knew not to bother or mess with you. sure, you had a short fuse and temper, but iwaizumi was weirdly attracted to that even if you didn’t know him personally.
“you tried to pay me!” you continued, shaking oikawa with her hand grabbing his ear for emphasis. “does it look like i have a price tag on my forehead?!” a few students gave weary eyes as they passed, making sure not to step in your line of sight.
“it was an offer!” oikawa yelped, wincing. “a very generous—OW!—very thought—thoughtful—OW!—“
“shut UP.” you shook him again.
iwaizumi pushed off the wall and grabbed oikawa out of your grasp in one smooth motion. “that’s enough,” he said, his voice gruff and steady as always.
you blinked. your hand let go of the idiot below you and you took a step back. he looked like a teacher, but when you saw his outfit, there’s no way he could’ve been.
oikawa grasped iwaizumi’s shirt in retreat. “oh, my hero.” he hid behind you. “stand the hell up, you’re embarrassing me.” iwaizumi retorted.
you raised an eyebrows and crossed your arms. “you his babysitter or something?” you’ve seen him before, but never once have you interacted with him. iwaizumi tilted his head. “teammate. he paid you to go out with him, huh? he won’t do it again. he promises.” iwaizumi pushes his friends head down in a bow to show their respects. you tilt your head and swallow gently.
“go tell coach i’ll be there in 5.” iwaizumi nudges oikawa towards the gym to which he sighs and walks off, holding his ear while grumbling complaints.
once it was just you and him, iwaizumi shifted his weight slightly. he wasn’t awkward often, so this was new to him. “i uh—“ he started, the. paused again. his jaw tightened slightly like he didn’t like his own hesitation. you grew impatient quickly. “spit it out.”
somehow, that made it easier. he exhaled. “do you tutor?” you squint at him. “who’s asking and what for?”
iwaizumi scratched the side of his neck, eyes briefly flicking away like he’d rather be running laps than standing here asking you this question. “actually…me. it’s for math,” he clarified. “m’not doing so hot. I asked around and…you do tutor right?” you exhaled through your nose. “yeah I tutor. here—” you reach into your pocket and pull your phone out. “gimmie your number so you can text me what kinda math you’re doing and maybe i can help.” it’s simple, but Iwaizumi straightens up and puts a smirk on his lips.
you dial in the number as he says it and put him under—wait, you don’t even know his name. you look up. “your name?” your thumbs hover over the screen. “iwaizumi.” he says, shuffling on the balls of his feet. “iwaizumi hajime.”
you type iwa haji because that’s gotta be a hard name to spell, and you shove your phone back into your pocket. “alright, i’ll send you a text later so we can see what days work.” you don’t let him respond, you just walk off and out of the gym hallway.
𝐍 𝐀 𝐕 𝐈 𝐆 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃. 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐐
from yuumi , i love iwa mmm iwa
𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ tough mission, tougher shoulders (lmao)
𝜗. post mission things with katsuki bakugo
𝜗. cw: none really
𝐍 𝐀 𝐕 𝐈 𝐆 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃. 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐇𝐀
you loosen your gear as soon as you get in the bedroom. your shoulders roll back like you’re trying to physically shake off the day. “oh my god.” you groan, reaching your arms upwards to stretch.
katsuki walks in the house a few minutes after you. he shuts the door and you hear him greet the doberman you owned. he strides into the bedroom, taking the top of his costume off. “that mission was hell on earth.” he murmured. his eyes scanned you while you rubbed at your shoulders.
you whine and nod. “yeah. but we did it.” he jerks his chin upwards. “what’s up with your shoulder?” you shake your head.
“nothing. just sore.” you say simply. you still have to take off your boots so you sit on the edge of the bed and lean over to do that. katsuki maneuvers around the bed and he kneels in front of you. he reaches for the strings on your boots and loosens them. you sigh. “you don’t have to do—“
his eyes snap up to you, eyebrows raising as if he’s warning you. you slouch your shoulders and lean back, letting him take off your boots. “thank you.” you whisper. he’s gotten much softer than high school. he does the smallest things yet they still make your chest flutter. you tilt your head as he pulls off your second boot. “kiss me,” you say. katsuki tosses your other shoe to the side and he stands up. he pulls you up by your arms and pecks you on the lips. you grab his collar and tug him closer, wanting another kiss or two.
he wraps his hand around your wrist and tilts his head. “don’t try to distract yourself. take your ass in the shower, I’ll meet you in there.” katsuki says. you sigh obnoxiously. “you’re no fun.”
still though, you take your ass to the bathroom and get in the shower. he meets you in there like he said and helps you rid yourself of the dirt and soot from your body before he does his own. his hands run along your shoulders and he stops mid-way. “your shoulders are tight as hell. you been stretching?”
you freeze as if you’ve been caught red handed. “nno…” katsuki sucks his teeth. “oh, come on.” he complains, flicking the back of your head. “ow!” you yelped.
“you should be stretching!” katsuki scolds. his thumbs dig into your shoulders and you whimper. “ouch! quit it!” you swat at his hands and he smacks your hands away. “if you stretched, this wouldn’t be an issue. stay still.”
you sigh, tears prickling your eyes. “it hurts.” you sob quietly into the air, bowing your head forward. katsuki hushed behind you, kissing the nape of you neck with one quick smooch, “i know baby, but I gotta massage it out. it’ll feel better when I’m done, trust me.” you sniffle and lean forward a little. his thumbs press into the tight knots at the base of your shoulders again, firmer this time. you let out a shaky breath. after a few more of those caresses, his grip eases and he lets up.
“better?” he asks. you roll your shoulders slowly, the tightness still there but looser than earlier. “yeah,” you admit. the shower ends and you two pass out before even eating dinner. the mission was rough, but falling asleep in each other’s arms afterwards was more than worth it.
from yuumi , I’m genuinely in a tough spot mentally right now but writing makes everything so much better. I’ll be posting frequently for the past few days, but if i go mia for a while, i shall return lmao. Thank you guys so much for 1.5k followers i know it’s not much but seriously thank you.
𐙚⋆.˚ miscellaneous texts
𝜗. 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎 is your husband
𝜗.cw, threats , lots of fbombs , mention of children , suggestive comments ,
𝐍 𝐀 𝐕 𝐈 𝐆 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃. 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐇𝐀
from yuumi , katsuki’s a girl dad you can’t tell me otherwise. also hello im back!! took a short break but im ready to get back on the grind. send in requests!!
—@2026
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please do not copy, plaigarize, translate my work!
bakugo watching reader do her skincare?🥰 (goddess treatment dhgeguergfyergfuyg)
thank you for the request!!
𝐍 𝐀 𝐕 𝐈 𝐆 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃. 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐇𝐀
he’d deny it instantly if anyone asked him, but katsuki did love to watch you do your nightly skin routine. he leans against the doorframe of your bathroom, arms crossed tight over his chest.
you didn’t even seem to notice him at first. or maybe you did and just didn’t say anything. you stood at the sink, rubbing toner into your cheeks. katsuki clicked his tongue. “how do you never get bored of this crap?” he asks.
you glanced at him through the mirror. you smile a little. “it’s relaxing,” you shrug. katsuki rolls his eyes. “looks like a pain in the ass.”
“it’s really not.” you retort. katsuki moves further into the bathroom and leans on the wall. his arms are still crossed. “hurry up, m’tired.”
“okay, okay.”
there’s a silicone mask on the sink that you reach for. you place it over your face and smooth out the bumps in the mask. it wraps around your face gently and it’s cold against your skin.
katsuki snorts behind you. “you look stupid.” he says, holding back a snicker. before he knew it, he was standing in the mirror with a deadpanned expression after you put a face mask on him. it was an extra strawberry scented one.
you laugh quietly. “who looks stupid now?”
“i’ll kill you, damn it.”
from yuumi , THIS IS SO RUSHED but all i could come up with. IM BACK!!!!
𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 , @httpjrnl —@2026
𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤!
bakugo proposal please 🙏😢
𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ proposal time!!
ᯓᡣ𐭩 requested by an anonymous!
𝜗 notes , thanks so much for requesting this i loved writing it!! thank you guys for all the support i wuv ya’ll
𝐍 𝐀 𝐕 𝐈 𝐆 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃. 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐇𝐀
when katsuki decides to propose, it’s not impulsive. he knows you’re meant for him from the moment you first made him genuinely laugh to the patience you have with him when he’s being difficult.
he plans it quietly. he doesn’t tell kaminari or eijiro. the only people who know are your parents and his.
he randomly plans an outing with you and tells you off bat, “we’re going to a festival next weekend.” you agree since there’s nothing you’re really doing other than sitting at home. when the night comes, the air is filled with the energy of the flock of people ready to watch the fireworks in an hour or two. you’re traditional, so you come dressed in a light yukata that makes him freeze for half a second.
you turn over your shoulder and smile when you see him. “katsuki!” you coo, reaching out for him.
katsuki approaches you with a smug little smirk. he’s totally in love with you. “damn, didn’t need to out dress me.” he jokes.
you roll your eyes and smile. “you look good too, shut up,” you reach to nudge his shoulder with your hand as he gets closer.
the two of you walk side by side into the heart of the festival. the noise and light of the environment wrapped around you two like a blanket. katsuki’s unusually quiet. there’s no complaints that come from him. no remarks about how close together the stands are or how useless the sellers items seem. he’s just… quiet.
“you okay?” you ask him, tilting your head to get a closer look at his face. he doesn’t seem distressed, so what gives?
katsuki snapped out of his thoughts and he gave you a nod. “mm, yeah. cmon.”
he dragged you to an area where it wasn’t so crowded, but where he claimed you guys could see the fireworks better. when they started, you stared in awe at the beautiful view while he stared at you. he clicks his tongue once he realizes he’s staring and whips out his phone. “stay there,” he says as he moves behind you.
you look over your shoulder. “hm? what for?”
he jerks his chin for you to look forward. “gonna get a picture ‘f you.” you hum softly and turn your head to face forward. “from behind?” you ask him.
“yeah. ain’t that the kinda shit you post all the time?” he puts his phone in his pocket and reaches for the ring box.
“wow, you really do pay attention,” aware of the camera on you, you pose, tilting your head and turning it to look at the fireworks.
katsuki kneels down onto his knee and swallows hard. he doesn’t know if he should tell you to turn around just yet. another bright firework explodes. it’s color resembles katsuki’s explosions and you can’t help but wanna turn and point.
you raise your finger to the sky and look over your shoulder. “look katsuk—“ when you see him down on one knee your eyes widen and you turn your body towards him. “what…are you…?”
“y/n…” he starts, but his voice cracks from the pressure. he clears his throat and adjusts the box in his palm. “i had something better planned in my head but…today was the day i wanted to do this.” he continues.
you shuffle on your feet and raise your hands to your mouth. you want to cry. you want to scream, you want to hear him say those words. those four words that will change everything.
“i’ve known for a while now.” katsuki says. “this ain’t just spur of the moment crap. you’re it for me. you’ve been there before and after all the bullshit we went through in high school. i want you to know that…these past few years with you have been the best in my life and i don’t wanna let go of them. i’m gonna keep getting stronger. keep pushing and climbing to the top. but i can’t do that without you. i want you there. here, with me. for the rest of my life. you’re my person, y/n. will you…” katsuki breathes for a minute.
“will you marry me?”
you part your lips but nothing comes out. you feel bad when katsuki gives a concerned look but that fades when you grin.
“YES. YES I’LL MARRY YOU, YES!!” you squeal and jump up and down, moving towards him to give him a hug. you didn’t even acknowledge the ring although it was beautiful. katsuki exhaled and wrapped his arm around you. you could tell he was smiling from the small uncharacteristic giggle he let out.
you couldn’t wait to be a bakugo. y/n bakugo did have a nice ring to it.
𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 , @httpjrnl
𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤!
— @2026
𐙚⋆.˚ miscellaneous texts
𝜗. 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 is your boyfriend
𝜗. cw : suggestive humor , threats , cussing
𝐍 𝐀 𝐕 𝐈 𝐆 𝐀 𝐓 𝐈 𝐎 𝐍 ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐉𝐉𝐊
from yuumi , thank you guys so much for 1K followers im geeked up mwah mwah kisses for you all
— @2026
𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 @httpjrnl
𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤!