"You're not always nice but you're kind. And you're not perfect but you're good,"
Supergirl 2026 CHANGED me, please don't listen to assholes online who tell you not to see it. Especially if you're a girl or a young woman- this movie is for you.
synopsis: waking up in a prison cell wasn’t the interplanetary welcome you were expecting. this hero they’ve sent to question you is the most welcomed distraction though.
info: hey! this is heavily inspired by SUPERGIRL! if you haven’t seen it, it’s still easy to read. me and aali watched it and whilst the credits were rolling i told her this idea. different to what i usually write but i enjoyed :) this is probably going to be a one shot.
bakugou katsuki hates this part of his job. he finds it incredibly boring, uneventful and somewhat like those detective movies his mother watches in the evening. he’s not a detective or a police officer, he’s a pro hero built for the streets, fighting real villains. not in the foreign governmental holding cell with the purpose of asking questions, while the person in it has anti-quirk handcuffs on. so fucking boring. at least take the handcuffs off them, give him a real challenge.
bakugou barges into the cell, shoulder first into the iron heavy windowless door and the first thing he does is sigh. he crosses his arms across his chest and he flicks his eyes over the room. grey brick walls, square room, a metal toilet in the corner and a thin mattress on the floor. it’s the same as every other high risk room in this prison.
minus you, the woman he’s supposed to be talking to. bakugou frowns, a low unimpressed huh leaving his throat. he was told he’d be dealing with an alien here but from what he can see of you, hugging your arms to your chest on the floor, head resting on your knees… you look human. like him. two arms, two legs. he needs to check your face when you look up but otherwise, there’s nothing particularly alien-like about you and bakugou’s met many aliens before.
apparently you haven’t spoken to anyone in three days. police have tried, detectives and doctors. they decided he’d be the next step in case you end up being violent.
“fuck, how does it go?” he mutters to himself, shutting the squeaking door behind him. “hate this shit.”
you don’t move at the sound of his voice but your handcuffs glow green around your wrists. you’re in the same orange jumpsuits as everyone else in this building. bakugou’s a fan of the colour.
“my name is dynamight, i’m a hero here on earth. i’ve gotta ask you a couple questions ‘cause protocol and shit. we dunno who you are, why you’re here or what you can do. the quicker we get this done, the quicker we both can go home.”
it’s the mention of home that gets your attention. you lift your head up off your legs and you turn to face the man who’s taking up more space than necessary in your cell.
as bakugou gasps, you snigger.
what the hell is this guy wearing? those wings by his head? are the height of those boots to compensate for something else?
you’re definitely human looking. two sparkly eyes, a nose in the centre of your face. nobody told him the alien was beautiful. fucking stunning.
he wants to go home now, he’s not prepared to be speaking to a woman like you after a ten hour shift. fuck, he doesn’t think he ever would be.
bakugou clears his throat. he stands up straight and tightens his arms across his chest.
“you’re very… fuck, anyway,” he’s so goddamn embarrassing.
you start laughing, these light buttery giggles that feel like they’re breathing air into bakugou’s lungs. your eyes brighten, you even lean back on the wall like you’re taking a better look at him. he feels your eyes travel from his boots to the top of his head.
thank god this man has a pretty face, or at least he would if he stopped frowning because this outfit he’s wearing looks stupid. does anyone else on this planet dress like this?
you’re laughing… and it feels like it’s at him instead of with him. he knows he didn’t say anything funny.
“do you not know english? they always say i need to speak english for this shit.” he grunts, scratching his head.
damn, he’s finding it hard to even look at you directly. the orange compliments you, makes your skin glow, makes you— stay focused.
“i doubt you’re gonna know any japanese. d’you understand me now?” he tries and he sees the frown on your face. confusion.
“ah, so you understand english. you just don’t want to talk to me.” he punctuates by jabbing his thumb into his chest and then leaning on the wall behind him.
you roll your eyes, which only gets bakugou grinning, then he calms down. he doesn’t need to be reacting like he won the lottery over a reaction from you.
“what’s your name?”
nothing. you blankly stare at his face.
“why are you here?”
nothing.
“c’mon just say somethin’ so i have somethin’ to say to them outside. then you get to go back home.”
you swallow, resting your head in your palm.
“this is an odd planet. a traveller lands and you immediately arrest them, deprive them of sunlight and dignity,” you nod your head towards the toilet in the corner of the room, “treating me like a criminal.”
you’ve got an accent. one he can’t place from anywhere specific on earth. it sounds almost melodic, easy to understand and very clear.
“so the alien talks,” dynamight, you think he introduced himself as earlier, says amused, “you fell from the sky, at a speed none of us has seen before. it was so fast, not even our meteorologists caught it. then you came out of this metal-like sphere that isn’t quite metal, they’re still workin’ that out, in a coma. not to mention you set alight the fields you landed in, causing a wildfire through acres and acres of land.”
bakugou squints at you, “you can see why we’d have a fuck load of questions, right?”
you look away from him. fuck. you were told the earth on this planet would have been able to handle your ship, not that you’d start a wildfire.
“i didn’t… i didn’t hurt anyone, did i?”
bakugou’s quick to shake his head, “no, the farmer ushered out all the animals in time. though you did destroy a families hundred year old strawberry farm.”
“shit.” you mutter, in your language. then in english, “i’ll help them as soon as i’m out of here.”
there’s a hero complex to you somewhere. hm. “and to get out of here, answer my questions. yeah?”
you sigh, “what do you want dynamo?”
bakugou’s face scrunches like a ball of paper, “dynamight. my name is dynamight.”
“is it actually? earth names didn’t sound like that when i researched.”
“it’s my fuckin’ hero name, i said that in my introduction at the beginnin’— you know what, never mind. call me dynamight. nothin’ else.”
you blink at him.
“what’s your name?” he tries.
he really wants to know your name. not for the sake of government purposes, just for himself.
“that’s personal, isn’t it?” you laugh but dynamight raises his eyebrows.
“not at all actually,” he breathes, equally restless and intrigued, “quick or we’ll be here all goddamn day.”
“you swear a lot, don’t you? is that normal?”
that catches bakugou off guard, he leans off the wall. “hah? you’re not askin’ me questions, woman. i’m doin’ the askin’.”
you chuckle, loud and sweet. “okay, okay! my name is yn.”
“yn,” he likes the sound of it on his lips, though it’s even better from yours, “yn where are you from?”
“why are you dressed like that?”
bakugou looks down at himself. he’s always been voted highly for best dressed hero. his black body suit, black and orange chunky boots. he’s got his wings at his shoulders. he doesn’t have his gauntlets on though, he doesn’t need them for this.
“this is my hero suit. how many times do i have to tell you, i’m a professional hero—.”
“hero,” you try, “is that your version of a protector? looking after civilians? the strongest of the people?”
bakugou can’t help but let his grin slip. he likes the sound of that. it’s all true. “y-yeah i am. currently third on the charts but i jump between one and two, so technically i’m the best in the country.”
you do an upside down smile, somewhat impressed. so this man is one of the strongest and cocky about it. his grin is cute too. his lips stretch wider, only one corner rising. a gold tooth shining. okay, his smirk is sexy.
“family must be proud.”
“they expected it,” he shrugs. wow, is it easy to get off topic with you. “any quirks?”
“quirks?”
“abilities different to the average.”
you scrunch your nose, “not that i know of.”
bakugou doesn’t know if he can trust you. “so if i took those handcuffs off you, nothing about you would change?”
honestly no. your body feels fine. mentally, not so much.
you snap the handcuffs apart, the middle chain breaking with ease, now appearing as two ugly grey bracelets on your wrists as the green glow slowly dies down. bakugou jumps at the sound, jaw dropping on command.
“what the fuck?” bakugou can’t even get out of those. he’s tried before in hero training. what are you? “why the hell didn't you get out of them before?”
“i…”
you’ve never experienced grief before and to experience it on the scale you are now... your parents, your family, your people, your home. all gone. you don’t think you wanted to break out of it yet.
“had other things on my mind,” you offer, looking up at this dynamight man. “what’s your… quirk?”
something about him is comforting. with those boots on, he’s as big as the men back home. just as wide too.
so to get information out of you, he has to give a little back. that’s okay for now.
“i sweat nitroglycerin. can create explosions from my hands,” he gives you a little show, facing his palms up to the ceiling and creating little sparks.
that gets you facing him, now cross legged on the floor. you sound like a child, brimming with curiosity. you don’t recognise the word nitroglycerin but you can assume. “how big can you make them?”
bakugou chuckles to himself, slowly sinking to sit down too. “question for question then. so it’s my turn now.”
you huff, “fine.”
have you showered in these three days? you look as if you have. a beautiful glow like those women in skincare adverts he sees.
“how old are you?” not the most important question, but he’s got to know. they couldn’t have gotten a more selfish hero to question you.
“fifty moon shines,” you say without a beat. “how old are you? wait, let me see your explosions!”
“woah, woah, hold on. fifty?” you either look good for your age or—, “how are years measured where you’re from?”
“182 days. isn’t it my turn to ask a question?”
“how long are your days?”
“twenty three hours.”
bakugou relaxes. you’re the same age as him.
“so you’re twenty five.”
“i just said i’m fifty.”
“to me that’s like you’re sayin’ you're a hundred in your time. you’re twenty five in this world, darlin’.”
“darling? what’s that?”
bakugou shakes his head. shouldn’t have said that. “nothin’. i’m twenty six.”
that pleases you for some reason. you both stare at each other for a few seconds, sizing the other up. you could take him in a fight you think. in bed too, if it came down to it.
“how big can you make your sweat explosions?”
bakugou winces. what an ugly name. “they’re not sweat explosions.” “but you said—,” “the size of buildings. could blow this whole building up. can also fly, use them as grenades, blind opponents, shoot them like a gun.”
he’s sharing too much now. you shouldn’t be telling your enemies your main attacks. it’s going to be a beautiful woman to take him down. that tarot reader kaminari took him to was right.
“that’s really cool, dynamight. i can’t do that.”
you sound honest, real. bakugou bends his knees and rests his arms on top. “it’s whatever. what can you do?”
you shrug, looking at your bare hands. there’s some dirt under your nails and they’re all chipped from your lack of basic essentials. “where i’m from, everyone is the same so i don’t know how different i am to you guys.”
bakugou gets that, “what’s the most you can lift—,”
“my turn now, hero. why’re you so pissy?” you ask, tilting your head at him.
bakugou can’t help the loud, “hah?” he sits up at that comment, hands flat on the floor.
“you came in here moaning. you swear in every sentence. you act like the world has done you wrong. what happened with you?”
there’s a part of you that wants to find solidarity in this man. that perhaps he understands the pain you’re going through deep within your soul. after waking up from your coma three days ago, you feel sure the grief is going to eat you alive. you don’t want to hate the world, become evil and angry. you also don’t know how to not.
you get this blonde man blinking at you. a silence takes up the room quickly but you give him all the space in the world to speak.
“what d’you mean what happened to me? you think i have a sad tragic backstory like those american game show contestants?”
now you’re frowning back at him. you don’t understand that reference. “don’t you? or you’re just pissy for no reason?”
it feels like a weird competition now, that he should have something under his belt. something odd and sadistic to impress you with. bakugou bites.
“i died when i was sixteen. i fought a war and died.”
you’re not impressed. “how are you here now? i didn’t know this world has magic—,”
bakugou shakes his head, “nah not magic. another… another hero here fixed me up. brought me back.”
“oh,” you trail off, “and you’re fine now?”
he is. though it seems as if you’re looking for more. he deals with villain attacks often. fights them with his friends. he hasn’t been close to death since. he lives a wealthy luxury lifestyle now he’s professional and he’s got all his friends around him. all his greatest traumas he’s working through in therapy. yes, he goes therapy.
you keep talking, “you’ve got both your parents? all your friends?”
“y-yeah i do? i answered your question, didn’t i?” he spits.
you roll your lips in.
“are you… are you laughin’ at me again?”
at that your dam breaks, giggles spilling out. your shoulders shake and your hand covers your mouth in an attempt to be polite. though you lost that once you had to use the toilet beside your bed being recorded by security.
j“no, well yes! i don’t know, i thought you had a tragic backstory to explain your shitty attitude. guess it’s just you.”
bakugou’s walls go straight up. he doesn’t know who the hell you think you are to read him so easily. because yeah, maybe he is just a dick. but he owns it. he’s apologised for his mistakes in the past. he doesn’t hold all his worth to his quirk anymore and he doesn’t blame himself for anyone’s death. he’s actually quite well adjusted now.
“okay, so the fuck is your problem? why’re you on earth? where’s home? where’s your family? they just send you here and can’t be bothered to get you outta ‘earth jail’?” he snaps.
that slows your laughter down, your grin is the last thing to drop before pain shakes your heart. it’s a harsh squeeze that doesn’t let up.
“you’re not getting all of that out of me in one day. see you tomorrow, dynamight.” you’ve got nobody to come get you.
bakugou hates how he likes the sound of that. another day, a reason to see you again. he’s got a whole load of questions to ask you but he’s got to get back to his other tasks for the day.
“fine, if that’s what you want.” he begins to rise to his feet. he’s too petty to be somewhat nice. “y’know if you cooperate we can send you home.”
you look up at bakugou, hugging your knees to your chest on the hard concrete floor. “i don’t have a home anymore.”
bakugou stands still, mouth open to speak but nothing right is about to come out. until there’s a rough knock on the door, one of the jail guards.
“you okay, dynamight? times up unless you need more?”
bakugou doesn’t take his eyes off you, now back to your original position with your forehead on your knees. he won’t be surprised if you move to fetal position once he’s gone.
“i’ll be back tomorrow, yn.”
you don’t bother replying to him but you hear his thick boots walk out.
as soon as bakugou steps out the door, the guard pipes up.
“we saw she was speaking to you on cams! the alien’s gorgeous, isn’t she? doesn’t look like no damn alien either. what was she saying?”
the first thing bakugou does is shove the man away. “down my fuckin’ neck. i’m not sayin’ shit to you. who runs this place?”
in about an hour, you’re pulled out of your cell to a new room. one with a bedframe for your mattress, a pencil and a pad of paper. most especially, the toilet is in a separate room to your cell. you’re especially grateful when they remove your handcuff bracelets and don’t lock new ones on.
there’s no chance you’re going to thank dynamight for giving you your basic rights. you appreciate the changes to your new home though.
part two comments will be deleted. comments and reblogs are appreciated!
I like that Supergirl says it’s okay to kill someone’s abuser so long as you don’t let the thirteen year old do it and I like that Supergirl says vengeance will not solve things but neither will allowing a cycle of violence to continue
Do you ever think love island bkg would end up in a really bad argument where his partner lets him know that what he did genuinely hurt her and she’s ignoring him for like a day or two and there’s high tension between everyone because it’s so out of the blue and everyone thinks they’re like THE couple but then he’s doing everything possible during those days to make up for his mistake and that’s when yearner bkg makes his appearance on tv
AFTER THE BEEF
cw: this is so nom nom nom to me. my biggest issue as a writer is i love grovelling and writing arguments but i never know what the arguments should be about that doesn’t make it DETRIMENTAL!!! but love island eeeekkk we can do a few things. this is written as a long drabble L
i’m thinking maybe in the newest season… the boys go off out the villa and bkg is chosen to go on a date with a new bombshell. what he doesn’t realise is the date is being live-streamed back to you and the girls in the villa.
you’ve been in your couple for maybe two weeks now, going great going strong and you like him more than you can explain. katsuki’s funny without meaning to, he can flirt in a way that makes your heart race, he’s so perspective to your needs and he’s incredibly attractive. one look at him and you’re already crawling into his lap. with how much you feel for him so quickly, you think he feels the same but really, this is where you find that all out.
you’re looking pretty in the evening, sitting in a bean bag surrounded by your girls. your bestie, momo is holding your hand, your other friend, mina is laying her head on your shoulder.
you can barely breathe watching the new bombshell sitting at the table waiting for your lover to appear.
“she looks like me. doesn’t she look like me?” you warble, clenching your toes in your heels, “he’s definitely going to like her!”
all the girls hum in disagreement, though you don’t miss a few comments.
“she does… oddly alike.”
“she doesn’t! her hair is so much shorter and i bet she won’t sound anything about you. katsuki worships the ground you walk on. you’ll be okay, girl.”
you feel like you’re going to be sick.
then you all watch as the bombshell girl grins, standing up with her arms out and your tall blonde man walks into shot. it’s so not normal to be watching your man not man but the man you share a bed with every night on a date with another woman. said woman with similar hair, skin tone and height.
“i hate this. i hate this.” you repeat, head in your hands.
you’ve been going well with katsuki, almost too well. the producers had to shake something up.
“hi!” the girl sings, “i’ve seen so much about you!”
katsuki looks amazing. mouth watering in fact, with his navy satin shirt and dark bottoms. he takes her smaller frame in a one armed hug, bicep bulging as she hugs around his neck.
“you have? i’m katsuki by the way.” screen katsuki says.
“i’m sakura! lovely meeting you.”
“he’s just being nice right? is he already flirting with her?” you ask around. you get comments of agreement but not without a couple disagreements.
“possibly. hold on!”
“i love how you’re holding yourself in here. how has it been?” sakura asks as they settle themselves in their seats. she’s chatty, bubbly, just like you are and katsuki’s always told you he loves how you can chat his ear off. this is all sorts of fucked.
bakugou leans back in his seat, a slight slouch in his posture and his arms crossed. he doesn’t look inviting but it all gives into the nonchalance of it all, especially paired with a slow grin and glowy eyes.
“thanks, i’ve been trying to keep my head screwed on. it’s crazy in here.” he replies, “though i’ve been enjoyin’ it more than i thought with yn. she’s a great girl.”
you scrunch your nose, “great girl? i’m a great girl? what the fuck does that mean? and it? does that mean me or the experience?”
“we know how much katsuki likes you. he can’t get his hands off you here.”
“but i’m not there now with him. i think i’ve been played,” you panic, “look how he’s staring at her.”
“you’ve been with her from the beginning, one of the longest couples,” sakura pushes and bakugou nods, a sense of pride coming from him. “do you think you’re gonna last to the end?”
bakugou nods sternly, “yeah. though she’s open to get to know new people. well… not that i’d want her to.”
that gets sakura smiling, a testing flirtatious smile, “are you? open to know new people?”
“technically yes. we aren’t in a proper relationship.”
as soon as on screen bakugou finishes his statement, your reaction is given to you by your girls. the villa is taken over by shocked gasps, low whispers and momo wrapping your arms around your shoulders.
“oh he shouldn’t have said that. he’s giving her an opening.”
“yeah… maybe he isn’t who we thought after all.”
“yn, sweetheart, are you okay?”
you wipe the silent tears from under your eyes, not caring if it messes up your make up. you continue watching the boy you have a major, too big for your body crush on, on a date with another woman. hearing her giggle, hearing him huff a laugh and you aren’t mentioned again.
“we’re so fucking done.”
in two hours, all the masculine energy is returned back to the villa with two new girls. sakura and another girl who went on a date with two of the boys. you turn away when you hear the shouts and screams of their return, desperately wanting to lock yourself in the bathroom or crawl into bed away from seeing katsuki’s face.
your heart is broken, torn to shreds. especially when sakura taps your arm to give you a hug and a greeting. she smells lovely, floral with a hint of honey.
“hey! i’m sakura!”
you take a shaky breath. you can’t be mad at her, she’s doing what she came to do, “hi, i’m yn. nice to meet you.”
“baby!”
your spine stiffens at the familiar husky growl, the way it feels like the ground is shaking when he steps closer to you. immediately, you grip momo’s arm.
“i’m not talking to him.”
“hah? yn? baby!” he calls, when momo drags you into one of the seating areas off the kitchen.
bakugou frowns till he focuses on the rest of the girls and he’s frozen.
“what the fuck just happened?”
“you happened, idiot. you were flirting on your date, talking about getting to know new people and mentioned her once!”
bakugou’s eyes widen, “you watched the date?”
kirishima pops up from the corner, “did you watch mine? how did it go?”
mina points to kirishima, “yours was great actually. katsuki, yours was awful.”
bakugou blinks back to what he can remember he said. “we aren’t in a relationship though? she can get to know other people if she wants, i said i wouldn’t want that to happen?”
“then you said you are too!”
“because factually i can! doesn’t mean i want to!”
“but you didn’t say that did you!”
bakugou throws his head back to the sky. shit, he’s fucked it, he’s so completely fucked it. he looks over to where you’re sitting with momo catching your glare for a split second before you shift your whole body away from him.
“for fucks sake.”
bakugou stomps over to where you’re sitting and it burns at how you cringe at his appearance. hours ago you were laying all over him, kissing his neck, holding his hand. now you’re looking at him like he’s gum on your heel.
“yn, let me talk to—,”
“no,” you interrupt, not even bothering to give him eye contact, “go away.”
you look gorgeous tonight. a glittery purple dress he’d love to run his hands down. you’ve got these cute metal butterfly clips in your hair too. he wants to ask about them, count how many you’ve got.
“they told me you saw the date, let me explain myself—,”
that’s when you make eye contact with katsuki. furrowed brows and a snarl behind your teeth. he looks like a puppy with his tail between his legs, scratching his head awkwardly, legs twitching to come closer.
“i said no. i don’t want to talk to you. you can try again tomorrow,” then you scoff under your breath, “or never.”
that gets bakugou’s back up. three weeks together and you’re throwing it away like that?
“you can’t be mad at me if you haven’t even let me say why i said what i said? i don’t want to get to know sakura, i want you! i always have!” he raises his voice, throws his hands in the air.
that’s when you realise, maybe you don’t know this man at all. sure you’ve spent weeks together in bed, cuddling, kissing. you’ve told him your deepest fears and your favourite cities and your biggest dreams. but shouting at you? he must have lost his damn mind.
“are you insane? fuck off katsuki. don’t ever shout at me.” you point your finger to the rest of the group, all staring over with wide eyes, “i said leave. don’t make me tell you again.”
momo beside you takes your hand, “please katsuki. just talk tomorrow.”
slowly bakugou backs up, a bow to his head, “sorry. i’m sorry.”
with that he turns away, ignoring the calls of his name from the rest of the guys and heads straight inside, up the stairs to the terrace to sit alone.
kirishima and mina join him after ten minutes while a few more girls join you on the sofa.
you successfully avoid bakugou for the rest of the night. sitting nowhere near him, letting your friends come to you and leaving the kitchen as soon as he steps in. you notice the pitiful gazes across the villa, the guys try to step in with “he’s a good guy, however he came across in the date it wasn’t as bad as it looked.”
that makes you roll your eyes because you saw the raw footage of the date. how can you ignore what you saw?
until it’s bed time and bakugou finds you about to brush your teeth in the bathroom. he whispers over to you, shirtless in his pyjama bottoms while your friends giggle amongst themselves about events earlier today.
“do you want me to sleep somewhere else?”
he looks at you through the mirror in your skimpy pyjama shorts and long sleeve top.
you give him half a second of attention, “do whatever you want.”
then you stick your toothbrush in your mouth, signifying the conversation is over.
bakugou rubs a palm over his face in exasperation, stomping out the bathroom.
when you step into the shared bedroom, you see katsuki under the covers in your shared bed. he looks over at you nervously, stretching his arms and following every step you make.
“hope it’s okay i stayed,” he says to you as you put your water bottle down, a few spot patches on your face and bonnet on your head.
you make an unimpressed hmpf to show you heard him before climbing into bed and turning away from him.
the silent treatment from you is painful. especially when he remembers how just last night, you were tucked under his arm, begging him for a kiss with your leg thrown over his hips.
you both don’t say a word until the lights turn off and he notices how you don’t even say goodnight to your friends around you. though he can tell you’re not asleep yet.
“i’m talkin’ to you tomorrow. first thing. don’t give up on me yet.”
(for viewers watching at home, the subtitles are up!)
you’re slipping through his fingers like sand. you don’t say anything to him but you do turn around to look at him, finding him already staring back. you’re dying to kiss and make up, have him like you did before. but the anger, the humiliation from watching him on that date burns inside you.
you turn back away from him in silence. in about ten minutes, you feel the bed dip on the other side and you look just in time to see bakugou leaving to sleep on the day beds. that’s when the floodgates break and you’re left sobbing in the bed.
in the morning when the lights pop on, bakugou isn’t beside you and all memories of yesterday flood back to you. you’re on bad terms with him right now, actually horrible ones. you need to talk to him, sakura too probably. but you’re still mad.
he barely spoke about you. he said he can still talk to other people, that you can. great girl? and “enjoying it more than i thought with yn.” what the hell is that supposed to mean?
“katsuki didn’t sleep beside you?” momo from across the room asks you.
you shove your sunglasses on your face.
“nope.” you pop the p.
“ahhh you’re still mad at him. he didn’t do anything!” shinsou from across the room moans and all the girls have your back, snapping at him quicker than you can.
that’s when bakugou appears, pushing open the door rubbing at his eye. his attractiveness disgusts you. messy bed head, sleep lines across his chest. in his tight underwear as he stomps over to your shared bed.
as soon as he gets in, you slide out, making your way to the bathroom.
“i didn’t think she’d still be mad. i really fucked it.” bakugou grunts, forearm over his eyes.
“start grovelling, kats,” mina says, walking past his bed.
and bakugou does start.
brings you your morning matcha when you’re doing your hair at the girls makeup table.
“‘ts got hazelnut syrup in.” he says to you and still you don’t look him in the eyes.
“thanks.”
then when you’re strapped in your new bikini, ass cheeks out, flip flops on and a silk scarf around your head. bakugou corners you as soon as you step outside.
“hey,” he scratches the back of his head, struggling to make eye contact. it humours you slightly to see him stumble over you. “you look beautiful. i made you breakfast.”
you scan him. navy knee length shorts on and a cap. he hooks his sunglasses on his shorts, a trend he started and a few of the boys have copied.
“cool. where is it?”
bakugou blinks at you, amazed that you actually are about to follow him.
“oh, uh yeah, around here.”
you follow him around to sit on the stool. “looks nice.” you say quietly and bakugou smiles.
you’re like fine china, if he does anything wrong you might break.
just when you’re about to eat, bakugou sits beside you and rubs his hands, “so about yesterday—,”
“can we talk when i’m finished eating?”
bakugou straightens his back, “oh shit, sorry. yeah we can.”
you both slide into silence. you munching while bakugou crosses his arms and looks to the distance.
“are you just gonna sit there? have you eaten?”
“i ate when i was making yours,” he curses under his breath, looks over at you, “i shoulda fuckin’ waited so i could eat with you.”
that makes you laugh, his first laugh from you in what feels like eons.
“silly move, kats. now it’s awkward with you watching me.”
he smiles slightly, just a little, “fine, i’m lookin’ away. thinkin’ about what i wanna say to you. take your time.”
and he does. he turns away from you, looking off in the distance with his head in his palm.
he wants to say how he missed your morning kiss, your late night make out. he missed talking about the four hours he had away from you yesterday and he wants to hear about what you got up to… well minus watching his date with the new bombshell. he’s all sorts of in trouble. he’s never missed anyone so much and has only been away from them for four hours.
when you finish eating, bakugou follows behind you to sit on one of the sofas in the corner. the same sofas he told you to fuck off from yesterday. he gets a few thumbs up from the guys across the villa, warning glares from your friends too. he can’t fuck up here. there’s no way.
you plop down in your seat, flinging one leg over the other and adjusting your sunglasses on your face. your posture is impeccable, face beautiful with an impenetrable energy.
bakugou takes a shaky breath.
“go on. explain yourself.”
“could… could you explain why you’re mad so i can explain myself from there?”
you look at him over your sunglasses, “are you serious? no katsuki.”
he sharpens his back, nods rapidly, “okay, okay. well fuck. so i’m sorry. hated seeing you upset ‘cause of me. it’s never my aim.” bakugou shakes his hands before you.
“sakura chose me for the date and it was fine. we’d be good friends but i don’t want to get to know her. i like you a whole lot, more than i can understand in such a short amount of time.”
you tilt your head, not letting yourself believe everything just yet. he can’t win so easily with you.
“you said that you can get to know other people and that i can too.”
bakugou nods, “yeah i did. sometimes i’m too literal. sakura wanted to get to know me, i know now that me sayin’ that makes her think she’s got an option with me. i don’t wanna get to know anybody. fuck, if i had to see you on a date with a man… i’d rather choke myself out.”
you hum as if you’d like that option.
“but to be clear, i only want you. since we have no labels, you can get to know anyone walkin’ through the door but i’d hate it.”
you look at your nails. he’s not doing bad. not bad at all.
“the comment about it’s better than you thought with me. did you think we wouldn’t last? you thought i’d be stupid? boring?” you push.
he shakes his head, “hah? i didn’t mean that like that. i meant being in the villa. thought i’d hate being bored and not workin’ and being away from my life. you’ve made this experience better than i could’ve imagined.”
he sniffs, looks around the villa, “i know i’ve already said but i like you so fuckin’ much. i can already see you in my life outside of here.”
you roll your lips in, brushing your top lip over your septum.
“i didn’t like how you shouted at me yesterday.”
bakugou bows his head, “shit, ‘m sorry about that. just high emotions and all but it’s not an excuse. ‘m sorry, won’t happen again.”
you look to sakura across the villa chatting to kirishima. “does sakura know you don’t want to get to know her romantically?”
he sniffs, “i don’t think i told her word for word. i can make it clearer with her.”
“i think you should.”
“i will.”
then it’s quiet between you both. bakugou’s fingers dying to feel your skin. a cuddle, a kiss, to run his fingers along your thighs.
you feel the pull too. instead of looking at everyone else, you’re being drawn back to him. his navy shorts, his bare sweaty chest. his pretty face looking at yours.
“are we good now?” he asks, hands flat on the sofa right next to you, “i hate this. i miss you so goddamn much.”
you look at his lips. you miss him too.
“we’re good kats,” kats is a good sign, “i wanna see you on your best behaviour.”
“can i get a kiss? please?”
you look at his pleading face, how he wouldn’t be caught dead saying this back home, before he met you. bakugou towers over you, body hovering and the temperature feels as if it’s doubled.
“a peck.”
“fuck it, i’ll take it.”
bakugou ducks his face to yours, presses his lips to your softer ones. it lasts as long as he can make it, sighing on the spot when you pull away and stand up.
“argh, fuck. baby.” he clenches his fingers in need.
it only makes you want to laugh.
“i need to talk to the girls, you need to talk to the guys. i’ll see you later.”
he doesn’t wanna talk to them. he wants to talk to you.
“no, stay with me here.”
“see you later katsuki.”
bakugou grunts, spreading his legs and laying back on the sofa. “see you beautiful.”
[...] — I
tell myself but Louise you are not going to kill yourself
it is not necessary, you are strong enough now
to push suicide away –
this thought makes me snap out of a
nightmare. I am convinced
but Louise you don’t owe anything to anyone
You no longer have debts, you do not have
debts – You can close the door and chase
claims from your conscience; You made yourself a victim
of your own masochism; You want to expiate
crimes that do not exist – You do not
have to die for Anyone –
This realization is a revelation
