꩜⋆. ─ 𝓽ags : fluff - tutoring sesh - ft. kirishima - katsuki lowkey talking to himself - use of y/n - implied fem!reader
꩜⋆. ─ 𝔀/𝓬 : 0.5𝓴
𝓶 𝓪 𝓼 𝓽 𝓮 𝓻 𝓵 𝓲 𝓼 𝓽
𝓴atsuki bakugo wasn’t well known for his patience and easy going demeanor. he was usually brash and abrasive, but today was different.
he was deep into an explanation of advanced trigonometry and its functions or whatever. his voice was lowered a few octaves, almost as if he was whispering. he made sure to keep it low so that the idiots in the common area wouldn’t be drawn to his room.
“…and if you don’t find the common denominator before you isolate the variable, the whole equation goes to shit. basic logic, nothing hard. look at the third step here. see how it flips?”
you’re across from him, eyes dropping shut. you murmur a ‘mhm,’ elbow propped on the table with your chin resting in your palm.
“…so the cosine is going to dictate the curve on the graph…you got it?” when the only response he gets is a soft, even breath, katsuki looks up from his paper. his ruby red eyes narrowed as he took in the sight of you. you had your hand further up on your face, face completely relaxed in a sleeping state.
“unbelievable.” he muttered, setting his pen down on the desk. katsuki stared at you, genuinely confused and exasperated. he never understood you. he was the least calming person in all of U.A. High, yet here you were, snoring on your homework in front of him. the blonde leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms.
“this is why you can’t keep your damn grades up.”
katsuki told himself he should wake you up. he should snap his fingers in your face or grab your shoulders and shake you. instead, he just sat there in the quiet ambience of his room. his tightened eyebrows loosened as his eyes grazed over your expression. without the stress of classes or training, you looked genuinely peaceful. you were all over the place usually, but this was a nice sight.
a stray lock of hair fell across your cheek and he stared at it for a few seconds. he clicked his tongue and reached to tuck the pesky strand behind your ear. his warm fingertips brushed your skin and you stirred, but didn’t wake up.
when he realized what he had done, he sucked his teeth and looked away. “fuck, you’re turning me into a sappy sack of shit.” he mumbled, finger scratching at his arm. a knock at his door made him jolt upwards.
katsuki growled and got up from his chair. he tore the door open with a little bit of force. “what.”
kirishima stood in the hallway. “hey, bakugo! have you seen y/n—“
“keep your voice down.” katsuki cut him off, his voice hushed in a whisper. “oh! sorry.” kirishima said apologetically. “…do y’know where—“ katsuki opened the door a little more, revealing a now snoring you to his friend.
“dude,” kirishima snorted. “ your tutoring session was that boring?”
the blonde rolls his eyes, heat creeping up his neck embarrassingly. “shut the hell up. what’dyou want?”
“oh, mina’s gonna order some takeout and sent me to ask her what she wanted.”
with a sigh, katsuki told kirishima what you usually order when they get takeout and sends him back to the common room after telling him you’d be down when you finished this assignment. he turned back into his room after shutting the door and walked back to the desk. “you get ten more minutes of peace, you idiot.” he uttered, taking his phone out to set a timer.
𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝔂𝓾𝔂𝓾𝓾 ✦ ─ wrote this at 4 am lowkey i’m so tired blaugh
the click-clack of the keyboard in the media lab was the only thing keeping you sane. around you, the new aoba johsai student journalism room was a chaotic mess of papers and half-empty soda cans. you didn’t have time to glance around and stress about it, though.
you zipped up your camera bag, adjusting the strap as you leaned over your computer desk. on the screen was a half-finished draft for the sports section of the school paper. the working title ; “the price of the pedestal : a captain’s weakness.” you stared it for a few seconds, wondering what it could mean if you published it anytime soon. you knew who it was really about, but that you kept to yourself.
“hey, you ready to head out?”
you looked up to see kindaichi standing in the doorway, scratching the back of his neck. his tall frame practically blocked the doorway, so students walking out excused themselves shyly. he was in his jersey, seemingly fresh out of practice. “yeah gimmie a sec.” you uttered before clicking a few more things and shutting the computer down.
“how was practice?” the question comes natural to you as you join kindaichi on a walk down the hallway.
“brutal,” he groaned. “oikawa was on a tear today. kept pushing the sets faster like he’s got something to lose this friday.”
at the mention of the name, you sighed and rolled your eyes. “if karasuno wins, i’ll be the happiest girl in the world.” you smirk. it drops when you realize that kindaichi was literally on the team.
he gives you a look but you look away so you don’t have to face the glare. “relax, i’m kidding,” you mumbled through a lie.“mostly.”
kindaichi let out a chuckle. “you really have it out for him, don’t you? you know some third years have been talking about you only creating that club to talk crap about ‘em.”
“let them think that.” you say, although it couldn’t be that far from the truth.
you hated tooru oikawa. hate is definitely a strong word, but the right one. and not in a ‘oh i’m so different i’ll hate oikawa so he’ll notice me’ kind of way. it was more of a complicated situation. a couple of years ago,, you played the same sport for the same school you journal for and you were damn good at it too. as a freshman, you were a striker with a lethal spike that could tear through two person blocks. volleyball wasn’t just a sport to you. it was everything. you dreamed, breathed, lived volleyball.
the girl’s team discontinued after your injury. most of them were weary of the incident and didn’t want the same thing to happen to them. there were less strikers everyday and sooner or later, there was no girls volleyball team at aoba johsai.
the regional tournament was the last game you guys ever played. who knew a bad landing would’ve cost you everything. it only took one stupid, miscalculated landing to shatter your knee and everything in it.
the doctors said you’d recover, but you’d probably never play competitively again. you watched as your spotlight was shadowed by the boys’ team, and your best friend just happened to be playing alongside the boy who tormented you for your injury. you decided to get into sport journalism; which was your only option just to stay close to the court.
“earth to y/n.” kindaichi said, breaking you out of your thoughts as you reached the heavy double doors leading to the courtyard. he waited for you to catch up before he held one of them open. his eyes always accidentally drifted to your knee, noting the subtle limp you walked with.
you blinked before you could catch his eye and sighed. “sorry, this deadline has me out of it.” you exhale, running a hand through your hair as you walk through the door.
“yeah, i can see that.” he nods, catching up next to you.
as if on cue to ruin your afternoon, blocking the main gates to the school was no one other than tooru oikawa and his adoring group of fan girls.
you grumble under your breath. “can we go a different route…” but before kindaichi could answer—
“kindaichi!” the smooth and agitating voice of the team captain erupted across the courtyard. as if he hadn’t seen him at practice earlier today, he waved at him and smiled at his “fans” before walking away from them and towards the both of you.
kindaichi glanced at your expression before straightening himself. “i was going to ask you to make a group chat with the team during practice but it slipped my mind.. you know, since i’m getting my phone fixed and all that.” oikawa gestured the thought away with his hand.
“yeah i’ll do it soon as i get home.” kindaichi responds.
you said nothing. you hardly ever speak when he’s present.
oikawa’s gaze tilts towards. his smile—as cocky as ever— twitches as if daring you to say something. “mm. journalism club’s still going, i see. wonder if it’ll last longer than your volleyball—”
“shut your fucking mouth!” you snap, eyebrow twitching as you stepped forward.
kindaichi flinched and his eyes widened. his hand reached for your shoulder and he patted it. “y/n, chill out.” he whispered, urging you to just walk away.
“yeah?” oikawa raised his eyebrow and lifted his chin, clearly trying to display he had an advantage. “your fuse has always been short hasn’t it?”
you scoff through your teeth, staring into the dark brown eyes of your very worst enemy. “y/n, please.” kindaichi whispered under his breath. he was caught in the worst possible position: torn between loyalty to his best friend who had suffered an unfair incident, and to the captain who held his athletic future in his hands. "let's just go.” he urged.
you took half a step back, intentionally removing yourself from kindaichi’s grip. deciding to let him have this one, you walk away, kindaichi catching up after mumbling something to his captain. the silence following the walk down the street was deafening. you stared down at the floor, hands clenched by your side as you were about to seep back into your thoughts.
“look, i get why you’re angry, but you can’t just lose it like that in front of the whole courtyard.”
“there was barely anyone there.” you say bitterly.
“y/n.” kindaichi sighs. “that’s not my point and you know it. you’re just giving him what he wants, you know. he likes getting a rise outta you, i dunno why you can’t see that.”
you kick a pebble a few feet in front of you with your good leg. theres nothing you can say to that, because you know that you always take the bait. you both stop at the corner where your paths usually split. “get some rest tonight, yuutaro,” you told him, offering him a small genuine smile. “sorry for causing you trouble.”
kindaichi’s eyebrows lifted inward and he huffed, leaning down to give you a quick hug. “dont worry ‘bout it. see ya tomorrow.”
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꩜⋆. ─ tags : fluff - married au - implied fem!reader - ushijima being ushjjima with his wikipedia knowledge - sick reader
w/c ꩜⋆. ─ 𝟎.𝟕𝐤
𝓶 𝓪 𝓼 𝓽 𝓮 𝓻 𝓵 𝓲 𝓼 𝓽 !
underneath a heavy layer of blankets, you let out a miserable groan. your throat felt like it had been scratched with sandpaper, and your head was pounding.
your sinuses felt as if they were clogged, so you coughed reflexively. beside you, wakatoshi shifted out of his sleep. his eyes snapped open and he focused on your face while you were mid sniffle.
“do you still feel under the weather?” his groggy voice erupts from the silence of the bedroom. you’ve been feeling like this since last night, so he slept lightly in case anything happened. you nod in response and clear your throat.
he took a breath through his nose and lifted himself up from bed. wakatoshi swung his legs over the edge and easily slipped into his slippers, making his way out of the bedroom and into the kitchen.
you raised the blankets over your face, a comfortable yet agonizing heat raising in your body.
a few minutes pass and you hear slippers sliding across the wooden boarded floor. a tug at the blankets at they were off, exposing you to the cold air that you tried so desperately to hide from. “you must take these off.” wakatoshi murmured. “it is not beneficial to your fever.”
you whine, clearly annoyed. “mmn. toshiii…”
with his free hand, he set a tray down on the nightstand and helped you prop yourself up against the pillows. you wince at the movement. on the tray, steam rose from a mug of hot water steeped with sliced ginger and a hint of honey. sitting next to that was a small bowl of plain rice porridge and a freshly opened cooling gel patch.
“your temperature has clearly risen since we checked it at three in the morning.” wakatoshi states obviously. his large hand cupped the side of your face, palm cool against your burning cheek. “the heavy blankets trap heat inside and will make it worse. i will allow you a light sheet once we get your fever down.”
you sigh, watching him pick up the mug. he tested the heat against his own wrist before he held it out to you. “drink this.”
you wrap your hands around the ceramic cup you made last year during one of your dates. his right hand cupped under your knuckles and he guided the mug to your lips. “i will help you.”
as you drank, the ginger and honey burned against your raw throat. you managed a few swallows before pulling back with a soft sigh. he set the mug down on the tray and picked up the cooling patch.
“this will be cold.” he warns.
“i don’t want it.” you muttered, dodging as he lifted it towards you.
“it will constrict your blood vessels and alleviate the pressure you feel in your sinuses.” he didn’t wait for you to protest any further. the athlete pressed the gel patch onto your forehead.
a sharp gasp left your lips at the shock of the ice, and you immediately reached up to tear it off. but wakatoshi caught your wrist mid-air, holding it gently but firmly away from the pack.
“leave it,” he mumbled. “count to ten. if it still feels unbearable afterwards, then i will remove it.”
you stared at him, attempting to shoot a glare his way but it had no visual affect. by the time you reached five, the uncomfortable sensation started to fizzle away. by eight, the pressure in your head felt lighter but only slightly.
“there you go.” he watched your shoulders loosen and he let your hands rest at your lap.
you groan and roll your eyes. “doesn’t make it any more comfortable.” you say. there was never a time where you were the best of moods while you were sick, but ushijima wakatoshi could handle your stubbornness like it was routine for him.
“but it does make you feel better.” he nods. “and that is what is important, right?”
you don’t answer, knowing he’s one hundred percent right. “why do you go this far for stuff like this?” you ask him.
wakatoshi gives you a look. one that’s unreadable and not common. it’s a softer, gentler expression that makes him seem less like a nonchalant machine.
“well, for one ; i love you. two ; you are my wife. and three ; i vowed to take care of you, in sickness and in health.”
what a romantic. you sigh dreamily, all of the stubborness and unwillingness to let him help you washed away by a simple few sentences. “man, i so wanna kiss you right now.”
wakatoshi blinked. “exchanging saliva would likely result in my own infection and there can’t be two of us.”
you cough before you smile and let out a cracked giggle. “then let’s give it a few more days.”
꩜⋆. ─ tags ; multi-part - third year au - slow-burn - eventual romance - ongoing - use of y/n - light threats - cursing - fluff for the most part of this chapter - ship mentions
꩜⋆. ─ w/c ; 2.5k
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Collective gasps ripple through the training grounds. Your classmates stare intensely at Aizawa-sensei, who’d just told everyone that the school was sponsoring a final trip for the third years at U.A. High.
“Wait seriously?” Kaminari chirped.
Hagakure squealed. “I can’t believe it!” You could tell she was holding onto Uraraka with how the brunette was stumbling in place. Sero pumps a fist in the air. “Cool! This is gonna be awesome!”
Bakugo rolls his eyes. “You extras act like you’ve never seen sand and water before.”
“You act like youve never had fun before…” Kaminari shot back, eyeing the blonde.
“Wanna die?”
“NO?”
“It’s a four day trip to Oshima Island.” Aizawa continued, ignoring the interruptions. “The resort area is cleared for all third year students attending. You’ll leave tomorrow morning by bus. Go back to your dorms, pack light, and don’t make me regret approving this.” His deadpanned expression remained the same when an eruption of excited cheers came from your friends.
“A beachy island trip!” Mina jumped up and down. “Oh, we have to go shopping for some clothes!” She grabs your arm and you offer a bashful smile.
“It’s only four days.” You squint at her.
Mina hushed you. “Four days to look amazing!!”
By 7 pm, you were dead on your damn feet. The mall was packed with other third years from U.A. that were also doing some last minute shopping, so it seemed Mina wasn’t the only one wanting to dress up fashionably for the short trip. When you girls got back, everyone started to lock themselves in their rooms so they could pack.
You filled your small suitcase up with some of the new outfits you had bought earlier along with some old ones you were fond of.
A knock at your door made you twist your head.
“It’s open!” You say, making sure you’re loud enough.
The door creaks open and you see Uraraka poking her head through.
“Hey, you uh—texted me?” She held her phone up, tilting it in her index finger and thumb. You nod, ushering her inside. Uraraka shuffles in and shuts the door behind her.
You take a deep breath and drop your shoulders. “I need your help…” You murmur, looking back at your neatly packed suitcase.
Uraraka tilts her head, her expression instantly shifting from curious to concerned given your demeanor. She walked over to your bed, sitting down on the edge of the mattress. “Is this…about Bakugo?” she asked gently.
Your eyebrows crease. “How’d you know that?”
Uraraka offered a soft, sympathetic smile. “Well, you only ever look this stressed when it involves him. Plus, Mina’s not too good on keeping things on the down low.”
You groan and plop in a spot on your bed beside her. “I just…” you let out an exhausted sigh. “I feel like I’m running out of time here. I mean, graduation’s around the corner…” you run a hand through your hair. “and once we leave U.A., everyone is going to be scattered at different agencies. He’s already so focused on being the number one hero, and he’s made it clear he doesn’t care about romance. I feel like this trip is my absolute last chance to tell him, but I’m terrified.”
You swallow and look up at Uraraka. “I know how hard it was for you during our first and second years—with Midoriya and all.”
Her eyes soften up a title and she nods.
“I guess I wanted some advice on how to deal with this…” Most of the girls supported her during her trials and tribulations with her crush on Bakugo’s fated rival, but you knew she struggled with confessing. She tapped her fingers together, a subconscious habit whenever she thought deeply.
“Well it definitely wasn’t easy.” Uraraka admitted. “Honestly, there were so many times my heart felt like it was going to burst just from a glance or a pat on the back. Every time Deku did—every time he does something amazing, or every time he smiles at me…” she looked off to the side, as if she was still dealing with the underlying weight of not confessing to Midoriya.
“I can’t help but fall in love even more. But back then, I realized both of us had huge goals. I didn’t want my feelings to become a distraction for him…” Uraraka placed a warm hand over yours. “I think you and Bakugo are different, though...”
You scoffed and let out a light hearted laugh. “You heard what he said at dinner. There’s no way—“
She shook her head. “Bakugo says a lot of things to act tough, and he may act like he doesn’t care about you at all,” Uraraka said, her eyes sparking with determination. “But I also see how much he respects you. I mean, he lets you spar with him.”
“That doesn’t mean anything…he fought you in the Sports Festival.”
“Well, yeah, ‘cause he had to.” She retorts, then pokes your cheek. “He chooses to train with you.”
You sigh.
“Y/N, I really don’t want you to make the same mistake I did. You can’t just keep putting it off and watching him from a distance. If you don’t say anything at all before graduation, you might regret it later.” Her words hung in the room with meaning. You nodded firmly and pressed your lips into a line. “He’d be silly to turn you down, though. You’re amazing.”
“Thanks, Ochaco,” you said, a genuine smile finally breaking through your nerves.
“Anytime!” she beamed, lifting herself from the bed. “Now, get some sleep! We have a super early morning tomorrow, and Mina will probably drag you by your ankles if you’re not up in time.”
With a cheerful wave, she slipped out of your room and shut the door quietly behind her. You looked back at your suitcase, feeling a tiny spark of courage replace the dreadful feeling in your chest.
6:34 A.M — MUSUTAFU, JAPAN | U.A. COURTYARD
“Good morning everyone!” Iida’s voice boomed cross the courtyard. He was already standing at the bus’s doors, chopping his arms through the air.
Kaminari was yawning so wide his jaw looked like it was about to fall off. Bakugo pushed past him to get into the bus, visibly irritated by the early hour.
Iida stopped him before he could march up the stairs. “We have assigned seats, please wait for your name to be called with your bus seating partner.” Bakugo groaned. “Assigned seats, seriously?”
Mina bumped her shoulder against yours after she found you as you dragged your suitcase forward. “You ready?” She asked.
“Yeah,” you said, taking a deep breath.
“Quiet down and line up!” Iida shouted over the quiet chatter. He adjusted his glasses as Yaomomo stood tall at his side. She looked as if she had gotten the best sleep of her life. Her face card never declined.
“I will now announce the seating arrangements. When you hear your name, get with your parter and board immediately.” Iida said, a clipboard suddenly in his hand.
“Midoriya and Ojiro…Tsu and Uraraka…Mineta and Kaminari…Y/N and Bakugo…Ashido and Kirishima…” the list went on in a blur after you had heard your name alongside his.
You quickly looked at Mina and she shoved your shoulder harder this time. “Go!” She whispered gently.
Bakugo let out a grunt, but you didn’t dare look for his expression. You could only imagine his disappointment to find out he was seated with you of all people. However, he didn’t argue with Iida about it. He walked right past the class rep and stomped up the bus stairs, his boots echoing against the metal steps. You walked in behind him, clearing your throat quietly in case he spoke to you and you could answer without a voice crack.
Bakugo slid into the window seat, his legs cramped slightly in the tight space. Without giving you a single glance, he yanked a pair of black headphones over his ears, crossed his arms over his chest, and leaned his head back against the chair.
You lifted your small suitcase into the overhead bin, trying your best not to rattle it too loudly before you slipped into the aisle seat right next to him.
When Ashido walks down the aisle, she snickers and wiggles her fingers towards you. You playfully roll your eyes, glancing to the side to make sure Bakugo’s eyes were closed.
When the bus pulled off, a few whoops from your classmates made you smile.
About two hours into the ride, the sun was fully up, casting its bright warm glare through the glass. Bakugo shifted in his seat. That was probably the most he moved the entire time.
His shoulder brushed against yours as he reached down into his yellow backpack, digging around for a moment before pulling out a traditional, neatly wrapped cloth bento box. He untied the knot like he had done it a million times, revealing a perfectly packed breakfast. Rolled tamagoyaki, grilled salmon, and rice balls sprinkled with black sesame seeds. The scent made your stomach growl quietly, causing you to bring your hand to it and look away with embarrassment.
You bit your lip as it growled louder. You hoped to whatever god that existed he couldn’t hear it over the chatter of Kaminari and Sero combined with the bus's natural noises. Bakugo scoffed with a headshake before he snapped his wooden chopsticks apart. “You eat breakfast?”
The question lacked any real warmth, but the fact that he was even speaking to you directly made your pulse skip. “Uh, yeah,” you stammered, adjusting your posture after becoming aware of it. “I grabbed some…bread before we left the dorms.”
“Bread is garbage fuel, you idiot.” He popped a golden egg into his mouth and bit it in half. He swallowed before pointing the tip of the chopsticks toward the corner of his bento, where a few small rice balls sat. “Take one. I made too much anyway.”
Your eyes widened slightly and you parted your lips, but shut them. You knew better than to refuse him off the wake-up. “Thanks,” you murmured, carefully reaching over to take one of the rice balls.
You took a bite and chewed with a slow nod. “Wow, this is good—“
“‘Course it’s good. I don't make trash.” He huffs, a proud noise as he continues to eat.
You swallowed the rest of the rice ball. “You should open a restaurant or something when you’re older,” you say keeping your voice low enough. “You’d make a killing.”
Bakugo paused, a piece of ginger pork hovering between his chopsticks. For a second, you braced yourself for him to scoff at the suggestion, but he continued to eat. He raised his left hand and slid his black headphones completely off his ears, letting them rest around his neck.
“Maybe when I’m old and retired from hero work.” He shrugged. “Bet I’d still be more relevant than any of you with a restaurant of my own at 60 years old.”
You giggle, finding the comment pretty funny. “Should be a reservation-only spot. That’d make it less crowded, but classy in a way.”
“Exactly,” Bakugo grunted. He looked down at the last remaining rice ball in his bento. He tilted the box and jutted his chin upwards, signaling for you to take it.
“Oh, are you sure?” You hesitate, but he looks up at you with annoyance. You take the rice ball and smile nervously. “Thank you.” You popped it in your mouth and ate with a little sway.
Your phone buzzes in your pocket and you shuffle in your seat to grab it. When you turn the screen on, a message from Mina appears.
the queen 💖👽 : How’s sitting next to your future husband? 😏
the queen 💖👽 : You confess yet?
the queen 💖👽 : UMM ANSWER ME MRS. BAKUGO ??
Your heart did a violent drop into your stomach and you flipped your phone face-down against your thigh. You cleared your throat, hoping he didn’t see that. A cough escapes you and you bring your hand to cover your mouth.
“The hell’s wrong with you?” Bakugo’s eyes narrowed and he fixed his suspicious gaze on you.
“Nothing!” you blurted. “Just swallowed wrong.”
You turned your head towards the aisle, refusing to look back in his direction. For the remainder of the bus ride, you kept your eyes glued to the opposite side of the vehicle, watching the passing trees and cars.
The charter bus finally hissed to a stop in front of the Oshima Island Ferry Stop. “Everyone please gather all of your personal belongings! Make sure you don’t forget anything, the ferry departs in exactly twenty minutes!”
Kaminari groaned and stretched his arms high above his head. “That drive was crazy long.” Sero nodded in agreement.
The air was much cleaner here. The moment you stepped off of the bus, there was a salty breeze that made everyone cheer with excitement. The port was bustling with U.A. High third years as they greeted each other after getting off of their buses.
“Well, well! If it isn’t our favorite class!” Monoma teetered mockingly, but it had no real bite. Kendo rolled her eyes beside him, but smiling all the while.
You remembered his significance during the war, and how much everyone had went through. It brought you all together and pulled you guys closer to one another, so Monoma’s behavior towards your class shifted drastically.
Kendo waved at you and your class. “Did you guys have a good ride over?”
You shrugged. “For the most part.”
Tetsutetsu yelled from a few paces back, his voice loud over the chatter. “CLASS A!!” He immediately ran over to Kirishima, the two of them locking hands in a manly greeting. “Man, I can’t believe we’re actually here! An island vacation!”
“Yeah! It’s gonna be great!” Kirishima said with a nod.
“Alright, line up.” Aizawai’s tired voice cut through. He was standing near the boarding ramp alongside Vlad King, looking like he wanted to go home already. Everyone dispersed to their lines excitedly. You looked around to see if you could find Mina or Uraraka. While walking forward, you bumped into a large figure.
“Oops-“ you grunt, looking up. “Sorry about that.”
Mezo Shoji shakes his head. “It’s alright.” He says.
You stay in line and eventually, Uraraka finds you. She taps your shoulder and smiles sweetly. “So you survived sitting next to him, huh?” She teases.
“Barely.” You joke. “But we actually talked. Like…a normal conversation.”
Her eyes widened, a bright excited grin taking over her face. “Oh really? What did you guys talk about?”
Before you could answer, a voice called for Uraraka from afar.
Midoriya had his hand raised, ushering her over. She looked at you almost as if she needed your approval. “Girl, go.” You tell her, giggling under your breath.
Her face flushed a light pink but her smile only grew wider. “Okay, okay. Tell me everything the second when we get a chance to settle down” she promised, giving your arm a quick squeeze before she turned and jogged over to join Midoriya. You watched her go, a warm feeling in your chest. It was nice to see her so happy, especially after the conversation you two had shared the night before.
Eventually, the third years boarded the ferry, full of excitement and anticipation for the start of the trip to Oshima Island.
from yuuyuu ✦ ─ i actually love this not gonna lie
꩜⋆. ─ summary ; you’ve had a crush on katsuki bakugo since your first year at u.a.
꩜⋆. ─ tags ; multi-part - third year au - slow-burn - eventual romance - ongoing - eventual timeskip - custom arcs - use of y/n - second person pov - ship mentions -
꩜⋆. ─ w/c ; 1.2 k
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Class 3-A was wrapping up their combat exercises for the day. You were completely drenched in sweat from the nonstop drills, but you were satisfied with the progress you had made this afternoon. However, exhaustion was the last thing on your mind right now.
Katsuki Bakugo stood across the field, sporting his usual rugged and fiercely concentrated expression. You always loved the way his skin steamed from the overuse of his Quirk. Sweat clung to the sharp line of his muscles, a sight that made you vividly recall the countless times you’d let your eyes shamelessly graze over him before. The scars spanning his body from the war flushed a deep pink as blood rushed through his veins from his strenuous movement.
Subconciously, you bit your bottom lip. God, he was so infuriatingly attractive. For a long moment, you couldn’t pull your eyes away.
“Geez, could ya stare any harder?” Mina’s voice was a sing-song purr right next to your ear.
You flinched away, your face instantly burning with embarrassment.
Damn it, caught red-handed.
Clearing your throat, you force yourself to turn away from her. “Mind your own business…”
“Oh girl this is my business.” Mina was one of the very few people in class who knew about your unyielding, borderline painful crush on the loud, abrasive blonde. For countless days and nights, she listened to you rave about the subtle glances or grunts of acknoledgment that made your heart pond day in and day out. What killed her was that you didn’t do anything about it.
The pink skinned girl snorted just as Kyoka walked into our line of sight, twisting her elongated earlobe. “We’re not getting any younger, ya know,” Kyoka murmured. “You planning on telling him at all before graduation?”
You shook your head, staring down at your dirt-stained boots. “It’s not that simple.”
“What’s not?” Uraraka poked her head into the conversation, eyes wide with curiously.
You let out a soft groan.
“Trouble in paradise,” Mina supplied vaguely. You shot her a sharp glare, to which she quickly held her hands up in mock surrender. The girls shared a quiet giggle, but the conversation was cut short as Aizawa-sensei called everyone in. With training officially over, the class went to the locker rooms to change before heading to the dorms.
The second you stepped into the heights alliance dorm building that evening, the familiar chaos of Class 3-A swallowed you whole. Most of your classmates were already gathered in the common area, or shuffling around in the kitchen.
“You idiot!” You perked your head up at the voice.
“How d’you not know how to cut an onion?!” Bakugo erupted from the kitchen island, spewing insults directly into Kaminari’s panicked face.
“I’m doing my best, man! They make my eyes water!”
Pressing your lips together to hide a smile, you walked over to the duo. “What are we making?” you asked softly. Bakugo didn’t look up.
“It’s katsudon night!” Kirishima answered for him from the counter a few feet away.
You nodded, shifting your weight. “Can I help?”
“Cut the carrots.” Bakugo barked.
“Okay!” you answered, the words tumbling out almost too quickly. Catching his irritated expression, you pulled your shoulders forward.
That was actually embarrassing never do that again, you chided yourself.
Your hands moved swiftly, cutting the vegetables into even slices. He had taught you how to properly cut them once before. Your mind wandered back to the training camp during your first year—the way his calloused, warm hands had briefly moved over yours to correct your grip. It was the closest he’d ever been to you. The first time you had ever touched without it being a quick punch or a block during combat training.
“How much more you got?”
The voice snapped you out of your reminiscing. You flinched, suddenly aware of his chest hovering just behind your shoulder as he leaned in to inspect your work. “Uh—uh…almost done,” you managed to get out.
Bakugo clicked his tongue, satisfied enough not to yell, and moved away to go scold Kaminari for something instead.
When dinner was finally ready, you helped Bakugo plate the food, only because he claimed you were “less clumsy” than Kaminari and Kirishima combined. This was the only time you and he were really alone, but your tongue bit back the temptation to say anything. Your eyes trailed up his arms. Those strong, toned forearms that he constantly overworked.
Now you just felt like a weirdo.
“Plates,” he said, holding out a hand without looking at you. You blinked, realizing you’d been staring again. You hurriedly reached into the upper cabinet. “Right, sorry. Here.” You mumbled, passing the heavy ceramic dishes over.
You took a seat a few spots down from Bakugo, trying your absolute best to just focus on your food. You stole occasional glances towards his direction, but all the while keeping your ears open to the familiar chatter of your classmates. It was so exhausting dealing with these stupid feelings. You had assumed by your third year that this silly crush would have just fizzled away into thin air, but every single time Katsuki Bakugo looked in your direction, you felt like you were back at square one. As dinner wound down, the heavy silence of your own thoughts broke at Kaminari’s words.
“Man, Bakugo, your cooking is seriously top-tier. Honestly whoever ends up marrying you is going to luck out. You’re like…ultimate husband material, minus the anger issues.” He sits in his chair casually, hanging his arm over the back of Kyoka’s chair with a smug expression on his face.
A few laughed, and Mina immediately leaned forward, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Oh, totally! Have you ever even thought about what your love life in the future might look like?”
You froze, your chopsticks pausing halfway to your mouth.
Bakugo let out a harsh, mocking scoff. “Don’t say disgusting shit while im trying to digest,” he snapped, his crimson eyes narrowing as he glare across the table. “I don’t have time for that sentimental garbage.”
“Ouch, brutal.” Kirishima chuckled nervously. “You’re not even a little bit curious?”
“No.” Was all the blonde responded with before everyone went back to digging in their plates.
You swallow the lump in your throat as you process the words that came out of his mouth. Mina gives you a look, but makes sure to pull her eyes away so nobody notices the exchange.
When you went to your room, you threw yourself on your bed and shuffled to flip so you were laying on your back. Your hands rested on your abdomen while you stared up at your ceiling, eyebrows knit tightly as you recalled Bakugo’s words.
He didn’t really mean what he had said, right?
You wanted to believe it was just his usual bravado, but he had always put his goals and dreams above anything else. Above himself. It made sense that he’d scoff at the idea of future romances when his focus was entirely on success in the hero industry.
That was Katsuki Bakugo for you.
from yuuyuu ✦ ─ can you guys tell i love bakugo or nah
is a haikyuu hospital au something you guys would be interested in? i’ve had the idea for quite some time now but im not sure it’ll get a lot of attention…
꩜⋆. ─ tags ; mature era - fluff ending -you’re married to michael jackson - mentions of frustration - slight angst maybe - joint interview - implied fem!reader - touchiness -
꩜⋆. ─ w/c ; 0.5k
𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 .
you roll your eyes as the next question is asked.
"so, people are wondering, what you think of the ongoing rumors that you wanted to change your appearance to look more white? you know there have been suspicions and honestly they aren't far off."
where are they hiring these interviewers? you think to yourself.
michael jackson sits beside you, hands folded into his lap with his jaw relaxed. you glanced at him, wondering where he gets his never-ending patience.
you take a deep breath and shuffle in your seat. your husband reaches for your hand and takes it, intertwining your fingers with his as he smiles. his fingers run over your knuckles as if he’s not only trying to calm you down, but also soothe himself.
"i think a lot of people take things out of context and repeat things they've heard online and through articles without taking the time to understand it." michael's voice is smooth and filled with a softness you couldnt help but smirk at.
you breathe through your nose as he continues to answer. "my skin color has changed overtime because of my skin condition. i've had it since i was young. that's all."
there's an uncomfortable pause after he finishes. the interviewer tilts her head, not really satisfied with his answer. "but you can understand why some people don't believe that right?" she presses. "i mean-it's a big change. some would say-"
"can we move on?"
the interview turns her head to you, and you see a few of your PR managers behind the cameras shaking their heads, making X's with their hands and fingers. you ignore it. you had little media training, so they couldn’t really control you even if they wanted to.
"i mean, seriously, come up with something else." you say, straightening in your seat. michael taps your hand as an attempt to stop you but you've already hit your limit. "he's explained himself countless times, you people are obviously hard of hearing so cut it out.”
“cut” one of the directors in the back announces and the cameras are cut off from the livestream.
on the way back to neverland, you just stare out the window. you were still a little frustrated, but when michael poked your left arm, your hardened expression softened and you turned to face him.
“you done brooding?” he asks you.
you let out a little laugh and uncross your arms. “sorry.” you murmur. michael grins at you and he grabs your hand gently. “for a second, i thought you were gonna jump over that coffee table.”
your eyes roll and you shake your head.
“i was nooot.”
he leans forward and kisses your temple. suddenly the tension in your shoulders and head released. “i appreciate it, baby. i really do. those questions can get ridiculous.”
“yeah i’ll say.”
michael scoots himself into the middle seat so he could be closer with you. “it did feel good hearing the mrs. jackson though.” he smirked, nudging your shoulder with his.
you giggled, looking down with a bashful expression. you were proud to be a jackson. so very proud.
his smile widens like he’s won an award by getting that reaction out of you.
from yuuyuu ✦ ─ this shit made me mad just writing it because i know how crazy the interviewers were with him i just wish he had someone like this to defend him. arghhhh my heart.
꩜⋆. ─ tags ; off the wall era - complete fluff - moments of tension - prob no continuation - based on the biopic - light humor - awkward interruption - use of “mr. jackson” and “sir” -
꩜⋆. ─ w/c ; 𝟎.𝟔𝐤
𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 .
you pause mid-step after hearing a thud come from one of the bedrooms down the hallway.
working in the jackson’s residence as a cleaner, you didn’t really think much of it, but still you decided to check up on the noise.
you walk towards the only room with the light on—and you knock gently. when there was no response, you twisted the door handle and pushed it open. “mr. jackson?”
a twister mat was sprawled across the floor in a chaotic rainbow of circles. well, not exactly a rainbow. michael jackson was somehow folded halfway under himself, one arm stretched out like he was trying to be elastic. right on top of him was his pet chimp he’d gotten a few days ago. “oh—hello.”
you blinked once and bit your lip to hide a laugh.
“sir? shouldn’t you…be asleep?”
his hair was a little messy and he smiled widely, almost embarrassed to be seen like this. soon enough, he fixed his positioning and cleared his throat.
“maybe.” he murmured.
“you have a show tomorrow, you know that right?”
his expression softened into something sheepish and he nodded. “i know..i just—couldn’t sleep.”
a pause, and then he asked ; “y’wanna play?”
you part your lips, as if not knowing how to answer. “play? twister?” twister wasn’t a game you played. you didn’t play any games really, so you were hesitant.
“yeah! it’s fun, come on,” he wiggled his shoulders, a playful convincing tone to his voice. you shrugged. “i dunno how to play.”
“that’s okay,” he straightens himself, shifting a little to stand up. michael’s taller when he’s upright. “i can show you.” you hesitate, fingers curling around the rag in your hand that you suddenly remember is there. you glanced down at it and huffed, setting it on the counter beside you.
“alright, i’ll play one game.” you point to the ceiling.
bubbles watched your body language and he chirped happily, waddling off of the mat as if he was prepared to play again.
the game stopped making sense a few minutes after you started. bubbles eventually forfeited and was playing with some cds a few feet away. the singer was craned over you, arms on either side of your ears while you rested yourself on your arms backwards. your feet were somewhere below you, knees occasionally bumping into a hovering michael jackson.
“bubbles, flick it for me, please.” his breath hit your neck and you smiled with embarrassment.
the chimp crawled over and flicked his finger on the board and when michael saw the result he giggled.
“okay, i’m reachin over you.”
as he did so, his hand slipped and he collapsed on top of you. michael’s hand shifted under you so he could try and support your fall, but it wasnt that much of a help. you yelped and a laugh left your lips.
you caught your breath slowly and your eyebrows creased when you felt his hand flex against your back. neither of you moved, and your eyes locked with him as his giggle seemed to simmer down.
michael’s eyes scanned yours before they dragged down your face and to your lips. you could see his adam’s apple bob up and down in his trance.
suddenly, the door clicked open and there stood jackie jackson, michael’s older brother. he paused in his tracks and snorted with his fist sideways against his lips. “the hell?”
“jackie!—“ michael started immediately, voice a little higher than it usually was and that said something. he scrambled off of you and you pushed yourself back quickly.
“bro—what is going on?”
michael clears his throat and adjusts his shirt. “it’s—we’re just playing.”
“i should probably…um…go.” you say as you slowly lift yourself off of the floor and michael stands up to help you steady yourself. “goodnight mr. jackson,” you turn and face jackie. “and—mr. jackson.”
quickly, you shuffle out of michael’s room, past his older brother, and down to the room where you stayed while you worked.
from yuuyuu ✦ ─ HEY so i loved writing this. i know it’s not my usual work, but i’m gonna be posting regular anime stuff later next week! or maybe soon i dunno i don’t have a schedule yet! thanks so much for the support everyone we’re almost at 2k!! i know ive been gone for a little bit, but summer’s arriving so i’ll have plenty of time to get to requests and write a bit more.
“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!
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
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!
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.
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.
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