author: inkblotsandbubblegum
genre: fluff like so sweet ouch my cavities
pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Reader
prompt: I just liked the idea of Bakahoe being really shy and nervous and floofy around his long-term crush so here ya’ go, my loves <3
To say that Katsuki Bakugou had a crush on you was an understatement. A big, fat understatement and everybody knew it. Everybody but you.
Bakugou stared at you in class, at lunch, during training, and basically whenever you were in his line of sight. He thought you were the prettiest, most perfect being to ever walk on the planet. Would he tell anyone that? Absolute not. Not in a million years would Bakugou admit that he was in love with someone like you.
You were always nice. You were kind and caring to everyone, even the disgusting, purple moron, who’s name Bakugou couldn’t really remember. Bakugou also couldn’t remember a time when you weren’t happy. You always radiated positive energy, which was the exact opposite of what he radiated.
Bakugou knew he was unapproachable. He knew he gave off negative vibes and it didn’t really bother him. At least, not until he met you. When you walked into the classroom on the first day of the first year at UA High School, he wanted more than anything for you to approach him. You didn’t.
Bakugou fell for you more and more each day. He loved your hair and how you had to blow it out of your eyes when you were leaning over your work, solving a difficult math problem. He loved your eyes, the way they always seemed to be sparkling and even when your mouth wasn’t smiling, your eyes were.
And dear God, your lips. Bakugou thought he might have a heart attack if he looked at your lips for longer than 2.4 seconds. They were cute and plump and always red from your nasty lip-biting habit when you were concentrating.
Bakugou loved your laugh. It was big and huge and took up the entire room. It was one of those contagious laughs that made everybody who heard it smile. Your laugh was loud and unapologetic and he thought it couldn’t fit you more.
Bakugou was hopelessly in love with you and everyone knew it.
A year had gone by without Bakugou saying anything about his feelings. Instead of Class 1-A, they had become Class 2-A and nothing had changed. Bakugou still stared at you with puppy dog eyes and said nothing as you walked, talked, and laughed and smiled. That seemed to be all he could do.
It was a warm, September afternoon and Class 2-A had decided to have a picnic on Saturday. The golden hues of the sunset cast an ethereal glow over the park, shining through your hair and Bakugou’s only thought was: I can’t believe I’m classmates with an angel.
You had worn a light, bouncy sundress the color of happiness with thin straps and a flowing hem. It was simple, but Bakugou thought you looked otherworldly. Apparently, his staring was obvious to his idiot best friends, Kirishima, Kaminari, and Sero.
“Dude, you’ve been crushing on (Y/N) since first year,” Kirishima said quietly, slinging an arm around Bakugou’s shoulders. “You gotta do something! Not very manly to keep your feelings hidden, in my opinion.”
Bakugou looked up frantically to see if you were paying attention, but you were too busy trying to catch a strawberry that Ashido threw towards your mouth. It hit you in the forehead, prompting you to giggle like a madwoman and scrunch up your nose.
Bakugou’s friends watched as his eyes softened and he became entranced with your laughter, something that had been happening for over 365 days.
“Woah . . .” Kaminari stared in amazement at the other blond boy. “You’re, like, in love with her! Like, love, love. Like, you wanna get married and have babies and get really old and wrinkly and gross together! That kinda love!”
Bakugou fixed Kaminari with a sharp glare, a hot blush spreading on his face. “I do not love her.”
Sero raised an eyebrow at Bakugou’s cherry red face, but said nothing.
“Hey! Bakugou!” You called from where the other girls were sitting. “Are you alright? You look pretty red . . . Oh, do you have a fever?!”
You jumped up, worried, and squatted in front of Bakugou. Dear Jesus Christ, Bakugou thought, Please don’t make me pass out. I promise I’ll stop swearing and I’ll—
Then you layed your cool hand on his hot forehead and Bakugou’s train of thought just . . . yEEt. His moron friends were snickering, slapping each other on the backs and shooting him thumbs up when you weren’t looking.
Your face was so close to his and your hand was so soft and you smelt like vanilla and summer and bananas and— sweet Jesus it’s really hot outside. Bakugou’s face just got redder.
“Oh no,” You clicked your tongue unhappily with a worried pout. “I think you have a fever, Katsuki.”
Bakugou’s brain pretty much just shut down when you said his first name. It rolled off your tongue, sounding so pretty and perfect in your mouth that he almost asked you to say it again.
Instead, he managed to choke out, “N-no I— I think I-I’m f-f-fine!”
Bakugou hated how weak you made him sound. He hated how much control you had over him and you weren’t even trying.
You gasped and jumped up, startling Bakugou back into reality. You smiled brightly at him, almost sending the poor boy into cardiac arrest. “I know what’ll make you feel better!”
“It’s a surprise,” you winked and Bakugou turned bright red again. “I’ll bring it over in a sec!”
You bent down, patted his cheek, and skipped back over to where the other girls were sitting. They were giggling at Bakugou’s red face, something he had become accustomed to since everyone had found out about his crush on you.
Bakugou was pulled away from watching you as you laughed with your best friends by Kirishima shaking his shoulders.
“Get your hands off me—!” Bakugou pushed his best friend back, who was giggling crazily.
“Bakugou! I knew you liked her but I didn’t think you liked her, liked her!” Kirishima punched him in the shoulder and he groaned.
“I— I don’t!” Bakugou rubbed his hands over his warm face.
“Keep tellin’ yourself that, dude,” Sero shook his head.
They all shut up as you bounced back over, hiding something behind your back. You knelt down in front of Bakugou, who tilted his head, trying to control his blush.
“Close your eyes,” you said, biting back a grin.
Bakugou obidiently closed his eyes, something he’d never do with anyone he didn’t trust.
He felt your gentle hands in his spiky hair, setting something light on his head. Bakugou was so lost in the tingly feeling your fingers left in his hair that he almost missed you telling him to open his eyes.
Bakugou opened his eyes just as you snapped a picture of him on your phone. He glared and pouted. “Delete that.”
“No!” You gasped in fake outrage, holding the phone close to your chest. “This is my new favorite picture!”
Bakugou’s face erupted in color and he stuttered, “W-what did you even p-put on my head?”
“Oh!” You flipped your phone around to show him the picture.
On top of Bakugou’s spiky hair rested a delicate flower crown made of tiny, bright red blossoms. He was speechless.
“I know red’s your favorite color and it matches your eyes, so I think it was obvious,” you said, giggling nervously. “My mom used to make these for me whenever I was sick and . . .”
Your words, which Bakugou was usually so attentive to, became a blur in his mind as he stared at the field of red flowers right next to the girls’ picnic blanket. His crimson eyes rested back on you, who was happily rambling on and on about flower crowns and tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. The golden sun hit your face perfectly, making your sunshiney smile even brighter.
“Thank you,” Bakugou interrupted.
“Sorry, what was that?” You looked at him, not sure if you heard him right. Did the Katsuki Bakugou just thank you?
“I said . . . thank you,” he said a little quieter this time, all too aware of his annoying friends giggling like 2nd grade girls in the background.
“It’s no problem, Katsuki,” You smiled and Bakugou nearly fainted. “Gimme a shout if ya’ need anything else, ‘kay?”
You leaned down and pecked him on the cheek before bouncing away and Bakugou swore he’d died because this was surely heaven.
“Dude!” His friends surrounded him not a moment later, punching him in the arms and laughing. “You’re totally whipped!”
But their laughter fell on deaf ears.
Maybe Bakugou would tell you how he felt one day. Maybe he wouldn’t. He just knew that loving you was enough for now.
