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JAEMIISO ⟢ JAE 17 ── .✦ PROJECTS
⋆ ★ 𝘼𝘽𝙊𝙐𝙏, martin & seonghyeon 𝗯𝗶𝗮𝘀𝗲𝗱. ryul & louis 𝗯𝗶𝗮𝘀𝗲𝗱. jake biased : jujutsu kaisen and my hero academia blog!! let’s be mooties 📲
THE ART OF MESSING UP #5
in which he ruins his chance with his crush by stupidly messing around in her art department while she’s working on her final exam piece, and despite his charming personality and handsome smile it’s as if he hasn’t learnt how to land his fall, eventually ending up with him bumping into your painting and ripping it in the process — the actual challenge is making sure you don’t hate him!
(notes) martin x fem!reader, social media au, featuring members of cortis && lngshot and illit, y/n usage, fluff, crack, angst, corny jokes, abit of denial going on, all images are from pinterest :p
yall school is quite literally kicking my ass sorry for the slow updates (i hate this one sm..) also tye new miso acc is y/ns super spam
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ohyul and his teeny tiny waist 😩😩
THE ART OF MESSING UP #4
in which he ruins his chance with his crush by stupidly messing around in her art department while she’s working on her final exam piece, and despite his charming personality and handsome smile it’s as if he hasn’t learnt how to land his fall, eventually ending up with him bumping into your painting and ripping it in the process — the actual challenge is making sure you don’t hate him!
(notes) martin x fem!reader, social media au, featuring members of cortis && lngshot and illit, y/n usage, fluff, crack, angst, includes swearing, corny jokes, abit of denial going on, all images are from pinterest :p
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THE ART OF MESSING UP #3
in which he ruins his chance with his crush by stupidly messing around in her art department while she’s working on her final exam piece, and despite his charming personality and handsome smile it’s as if he hasn’t learnt how to land his fall, eventually ending up with him bumping into your painting and ripping it in the process — the actual challenge is making sure you don’t hate him!
(notes) pre debut!martin x fem!reader, social media au, featuring members of cortis && lngshot and illit, y/n usage, fluff, crack, angst, includes swearing, corny jokes, abit of denial going on, all images are from pinterest :p
hii!! guys i lowk wanna start writing for cortis n lngshot more but i have no ideas :p kinda made this short on purpose !!
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THE ART OF MESSING UP #2
in which he ruins his chance with his crush by stupidly messing around in her art department while she’s working on her final exam piece, and despite his charming personality and handsome smile it’s as if he hasn’t learnt how to land his fall, eventually ending up with him bumping into your painting and ripping it in the process — the actual challenge is making sure you don’t hate him!
(notes) martin x fem!reader, social media au, featuring members of cortis && lngshot and illit, y/n usage, fluff, crack, angst, corny jokes, abit of denial going on, all images are from pinterest :p
hi guys!! i forgot to mention that all groups mentioned are about to debut in around 2-3 weeks as well.. and imagine cortis and illit are both under BIGHIT, AND y/n is nawt in lngshot!!! she just practices w them some days after school
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(yul is supposed to be a priv acc but i forgot😭)
THE ART OF MESSING UP!
in which he ruins his chance with his crush by stupidly messing around in her art department while she’s working on her final exam piece, and despite his charming personality and handsome smile it’s as if he hasn’t learnt how to land his fall, eventually ending up with him bumping into your painting and ripping it in the process — the actual challenge is making sure you don’t hate him!
(notes) martin x fem!reader, social media au, featuring members of cortis && lngshot and illit, y/n usage, fluff, crack, angst, includes swearing, corny jokes, abit of denial going on, all images are from pinterest :p
hiii guys!! so like im kinda nervousness bc this is my first cortis post EVERRR… but welcome :))
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THE ART OF MESSING UP!
IN WHICH he ruins his chance with his crush by stupidly messing around in her art department while she’s working on her final exam piece, and despite his charming personality and handsome smile it’s as if he hasn’t learnt how to land his fall, eventually ending up with him bumping into your painting and ripping it in the process — the actual challenge is making sure you don’t hate him!
(notes) martin x fem!reader, social media au, featuring members of cortis && lngshot and illit, y/n usage, fluff, crack, angst, includes swearing, corny jokes, abit of denial going on, all images are from pinterest :p
hii! this is my first ever cortis post so i’m low nervy chat.. but who wanna be moots :3
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NOW PLAYING: MY HERO ACADEMIA
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katsuki bakugou
husband!katsuki who comes home to your cooking
babydaddy!katsuki who..
in which your opposites, together
home early
try again?
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satoru gojo
your frat!gojo’s tutor (drabble)
missing tutoring from obsessive nerd!gojo
ryomen sukuna + toji fushiguro
ice skating plans with your grumpy bf!sukuna
choso kamo
plug!choso and his hot gf
plug!chose threw this party for you ..?
you have plug choso wrapped around your finger!
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he’s such a pretty boy !!!! he looks so good with this hair too oh my gosh
my new fav ver of martin🥹🥹.
IN WHICH he threw this party for you..?
plug!choso, fem!reader, hot!reader, suggestive, fluff, ahahahahidk
( 𝜗𝜚 ) i love choso.
plug!choso who hosted a party hoping you would show up. he would never admit that you were the reason for this loud party. he stayed posted near the entrance like it was coincidence, eyes lifting every time the door opened. he pretended to be unfazed all night, but the second you walked in smiling, his shoulders finally relaxed.
plug!choso who spots you across the room, lips glossy and laughing with yuki. you catch his eye and smile like you know exactly why the party exists. choso looks away first obviously, acting like he never noticed your glance in the first place.
plug!choso who suddenly can’t focus on anything else. conversations go unanswered, drinks go untouched. his attention is locked on you, on the way you laugh, the way you move like you belong there. but your laughing with everyone but him.
plug!choso who finds excuses to be near you. offering you a blunt, completely obnoxious to whether you even smoke or not. he plays it off casual, like it doesn’t matter either way, but when you take it from his hand he swears he’s never been more in love.
plug!choso who immediately takes your hand after, murmuring something about getting air, guiding you through the crowd like it’s second nature. he leads you to the balcony attached to his room, acting nonchalant while hiding the fact he deep cleaned the entire space for this exact moment.
plug!choso who sat in comfortable silence while you yapped away, jumping from topic to topic every two minutes like your mind was running laps. he nodded at the right times, hummed when appropriate, eyes half-lidded like he was actively listening.
plug!choso who just hums and says “yeah” like he didn’t just picture marrying you. you smile and keep talking, none the wiser, while he sits there already knowing he’s in way too deep.
plug!choso who walks you out at the end of the night, the apartment finally quiet, music long turned down. the air between you feels heavy, full with everything neither of you said. he keeps his hands in his pockets, walking a little slower than usual, like he doesn’t want the night to end.
plug!choso who freezes when you lean in and press a kiss to his cheek. it’s quick, gentle, nothing dramatic, but he blinks like he forgot how to breathe for a second. his hand comes up on instinct, hovering near your waist, unsure if he’s allowed to touch you yet.
plug!choso who clears his throat and tells you to get home safe, voice a little rough. you smile like you know exactly what you just did.
IN WHICH you have plug!choso wrapped around your finger :3
plug!choso, fem!reader, hot reader, suggestive, fluff, ahahahahidk
READ ORIGINAL plug!choso DRABBLE HERE!, another here
( 𝜗𝜚 ) guys i need more ideas.. this is not a completed fic!
“who the fuck decides to hosts a party on a tuesday?” you sighed, snapping your compact mirror shut after fixing your lip gloss.
shoko laughed, flicking ash out the cracked car window as she circled the well-known frat house. bass thumped through the walls hard enough to rattle the streetlights.
“this better be worth it,” yuki muttered. “i have a shit paper due tomorrow.”
“they always throw good parties,” you said, mostly convincing yourself.
your phone buzzed in your lap.
choso: where are you choso: i’m at the front choso: it’s loud
you smiled.
you: outside you: ain’t you hosting?? 😂
choso: 😐 choso: fuck hosting, i wanna be with you
shoko leaned over to read it and snorted. “you have him wrapped around ur finger.”
you rolled your eyes, but you were smiling. “we’re not even dating.” an obvious lie.
“sure,” she hummed, parking. “and i’m quitting tomorrow.”
-
you cling onto yuki’s arm as she pulls you through the stuffed crowd. “should we go find them?” you yelled over a shitty rap song blasting from the speakers.
“don’t worry,” shoko replied, not even raising her voice. “just stick with me and they’ll find us. they’re probably getting pre-shitfaced.”
she pulled you down onto a worn leather couch that stuck slightly to your thighs. you tried to get comfortable while she re lit a cigarette tapping the ash in the worn out coffee table in front of her.
shoko clicked her tongue and nodded toward the hallway. “told you.”
you looked up just as a group of men pushed through the crowd. sukuna and toji walked side by side like evil twins, broad shoulders and zero shame. gojo had his arm slung lazily over geto’s shoulders, already grinning like he’d caused at least three problems tonight.
and then there was him.
tall. dark hair falling over his eyes. black hoodie half zipped over a tight shirt that clung to his chest. chains glinting faintly at his neck.
your breath caught for half a second.
you stood first.
“hi, cho,” you giggled softly, stepping into him before anyone else could.
choso’s expression shifted the second he saw you. softer. his rough hand slid around your waist, firm, like he was anchoring you in place.
“look who finally showed up,” gojo announced dramatically, red cup in hand.
geto smiled, calmer. “hi, pretty girls.” he gave shoko a side hug first followed by yuki, then you.
“you’re late,” sukuna said bluntly.
“traffic,” you shot back.
“you live ten minutes away,” toji added dryly.
choso ignored all of them. his thumb traced slow circles against your waist through your dress.
“you look good,” he murmured close to your ear, voice low enough that only you heard.
heat crept up your neck. “thanks.”
“too good,” he added, eyes flicking over you in a way that made your stomach flip. “didn’t think this through.”
you tilted your head. “what?”
“hosting,” he said. “now i gotta watch everyone stare.”
“i only care about you cho.”
his fingers tightened slightly at your hip. “yeah?”
you smiled “mhm.”
gojo gagged loudly. “freaks.”
“shut up,” choso muttered, sending a glare.
-
the night blurred fast.
and eventually, the couch became the main event.
choso sat in the middle of it, legs spread slightly, a duffel at his feet. stacks of cash in his hands. small black pouch near his thigh. people approached one by one, quick exchanges, low voices.
right there in the open.
“he’s really doing that here?” you muttered from beside yuki.
“he does not care,” she replied.
you watched him count. precise. calm. licking his thumb once to separate bills. tapping the stack against his knee to straighten it.
he felt you staring.
“you gonna keep looking at me like that?” he asked without glancing up.
“like what?”
“like you’re bored.”
gojo perked up. “oh she is bored. entertain her.”
“shut up,” choso said flatly.
you stood and walked over to his lap.
chosos eyes tracked you briefly, amused.
“what?” you said. “i can’t sit here?”
“you can,” choso replied.
you stopped in front of him.
he looked up once.
then grabbed your wrist and pulled you in landing on his lap with a soft gasp.
“cho—”
“sit.”
gojo choked. “oh this is insane.”
geto laughed quietly. “sly fuckers.”
choso resumed counting like nothing happened.
one hand on the money, the other settling firmly on your waist. you shifted slightly, his fingers pressed into your side
“don’t,” he murmured.
“don’t what?”
“move.”
“i’m getting comfy.”
you shifted anyway.
his thigh flexed. his hand slid lower, warning squeeze.
toji let out a low laugh. “enjoying it?.”
“mind your business,” choso replied evenly.
another guy approached with folded bills. choso took them without removing his hand from your hip.
“three,” the guy muttered.
“mhm.”
quick count. small exchange from the pouch. done, all while you were on him, heat pooling low in your stomach.
you leaned closer to his ear. “can you even focus?”
“yeah.”
you let your fingers trail down his chest lightly.
his jaw ticked.
“hands.”
“they’re just resting.”
“keep them there.”
you shifted again, slower this time hearing his breathing change, slightly but you felt it. his hand slid down to your thigh, squeezing once.
“hold that.”
you blinked. “what?”
“count.”
“you trust me?”
“don’t make me regret it.”
sukuna chuckled. “this is messy.”
you started counting slowly, very aware of how you were still grinding on him.
you leaned forward slightly, pretending to focus.
his hand slid higher on your thigh in response.
“cho,” you whispered.
“focus, you’re distracted.”
“you said to sit.”
“yeah. not grind.”
gojo leaned toward geto. “i feel like we shouldn’t be seeing this.
“then look away,” geto replied calmly.
you kept counting.
slow on purpose.
the bass thudded through the floor. people moved around you. nobody said anything directly but everyone was watching.
you shifted again.
his hand tightened on your thigh.
“how many times do i have to say.”
“m’ literally counting cho.”
“count without moving.”
“multitasking is hard.”
his jaw ticked.
another guy stepped up.
he looked at you. then at choso. then at you again.
“…five.”
“put it there,” choso said.
the guy set the money down but he was still looking at you.
you batted your lashes at him once.
that was enough.
choso didn’t look up but his fingers dug in slightly.
“you done?” he asked the guy, not looking up.
“yeah.”
“fuck off.”
the guy left fast.
toji huffed a quiet laugh. “she’s bad for business.”
“she is the business,” gojo said sprawling over shoko who was sat sharing a cigarette with geto.
“shut up,” choso muttered.
you handed him the stack you finished. “300.”
he split it with one hand, recounting in seconds.
“its more”
you frowned. “no.”
“yeah.”
he flicked two bills from the bottom and held them up between you. “take it.”
“thank you, cho!”
you leaned in, planting a couple messy kisses along his face, your strawberry gloss smearing where your lips landed. he didn’t stop you — didn’t even pretend to.
when you pulled back, you caught it.
that stupid little grin.
all teeth. barely contained. gone almost as soon as it appeared.
“don’t do that,” he muttered, already looking back down at the cash.
you squinted. “do what?”
“that,” he said. “in front of everyone.”
“what, say thank you?”
you leaned in again, slower this time, and pressed a quick peck to his lips before he could dodge it.
his hand tightened at your waist instantly, fingers digging in like reflex. his counting stopped. completely.
for maybe two seconds, the noise around you faded — then gojo made a choking sound.
“OH. okay. alright.”
shoko laughed. “you did that on purpose.”
you shrugged, settling back onto choso’s lap like nothing happened. “he gave me extra.”
choso exhales through his nose, jaw tight, eyes flicking down to you. “you’re a problem.”
“you’re smiling.”
“i am not.”
you tap his cheek with one finger, right where your gloss still stains his skin. “liar.”
“ughhh i wish i could get a free bag of chipsuh.” gojo slid next to choso, opening one eye exaggeratedly while opening the palm of his hand.
“enough sappy shit and enough begging for money gojo,” sukuna scoffs, lightly slapping the side of his head.
“ow,” gojo says dramatically, already leaning away. “that was uncalled for.”
“you’ve asked him for cash three times in ten minutes,” toji replies. “and every time you do, he holds her like you’re about to steal her too.”
you giggle before you can stop yourself.
choso’s arm tightens around your waist immediately. “i do not.”
“you absolutely do,” you say, tilting your head back just enough to look at him. “your thumb does this thing.”
he pauses. “…what thing.”
you reach down and tap his hand where it’s resting on your side. “that.”
he exhales quietly, jaw flexing. “i’m counting. don’t distract me.”
gojo leans over the back of the couch anyway, ignoring shoko’s glare. “so, hypothetically—”
“ no,” choso says.
“—if i was short like, a lil bit”
“no.”
“like…”
choso finally looks up. “no.”
geto laughs from a few feet away. “you’re not getting anything out of him tonight.” he sighs “you have enough anyways.”
sukuna, already halfway through a blunt, smirks. “especially not with her sitting there.”
you hum, shifting just a little on choso’s lap.
he stiffens instantly. not pulling away never that but his counting slows, fingers pressing the bills together a little harder.
“cho hurry upp, i’m bored.” you whined looking around at all the drunk bodies and people making out, causing you to scrunch your nose slightly.
shoko watches with interest. “he’s so patient with you.”
“he’s scared of me,” you say.
choso snorts under his breath. “m’ not scared of you.”
“you paused your counting,” gojo points out.
“shut the fuck up gojo.”
you grin and relax back against choso’s chest, feeling his steady breathing behind you. after a second, his arm loosens again, hand settling warm and familiar at your waist.
“how much longer?” you ask quietly.
“almost done,” he replies. “you move too much.”
“no i don’t!”
“hm. aight”
you laugh softly.
shoko swings one leg over the arm of the couch, settling in. “you know,” she says, “this is the longest i’ve seen him sit in one place at a party.”
“because i’m busy,” choso says.
“because she’s there,” shoko corrects.
there’s a beat.
choso finishes a stack, taps it straight on the table, then rests his chin briefly on your shoulder. it’s subtle. easy to miss if you’re not looking for it.
“yeah,” he says quietly. “that too.”
you don’t say anything. you just reach back and lace your fingers into his for half a second.
he squeezes once.
gojo makes a fake gagging noise. “i need another drink.”
“go,” shoko says. “before i hit you again.”
as gojo wanders off, the noise of the party swells again, but the space around the couch feels calmer somehow. choso finishes the last of the cash, tucks it away, and finally exhales.
shoko grabs your hand quickly before choso can intervene “i’m taking her to get drinks, choso!” pulling you up from his lap to which you gave him a unapologetic kiss on the cheek as you wondered off holding onto shokos hand, following next to yuri.
choso groaned in defeat as he watched shoko guide you through the kitchen. his jaw tightened slightly, but he didn’t move—he just… followed with his eyes.
“so…! you and choso, huh?” shoko squealed, pouring you a shot while his attention was caught up in laughing at something geto had said across the room.
your body tensed just a little. “hm?”
“don’t play stupid, [𝜗𝜚] you guys are so hot.” yuki giggled, swaying slightly, clearly already feeling the buzz from her drink. she leaned closer, whispering in your ear, “look at him—absolutely in love.”
choso’s eyes flicked to yuki briefly, but then immediately back to you, gaze heavy and calculating. he sighed low, more in frustration with himself than anything else.
you smiled casually, “i mean why wouldn’t he be obsessed.”
shoko snorted, laughing outright. “he’s so whipped it’s painful to watch.”
“oh, i know” you said lazily, leaning against the edge of the counter.
shoko rolled her eyes, already bringing the cigarette to her lips before blowing the smoke in your face.
-
“choso,” you said softly, just barely audible. the way his head turned toward you was subtle but telling—his expression softened almost immediately, lips parting slightly as if he were caught off guard by your voice.
“hm?” he murmured, low and smooth.
you tilted your head, leaning back into him. “could you… pass me that?” you asked, gesturing to a drink on the counter, giving him a small, teasing smile.
instantly, he complied. his hand brushed yours as he handed it over, lingering just a moment longer than necessary.
you turned just slightly, voice soft and playful.
“baby…”
his hands stiffened on your hips for half a second, but then the corners of his eyes softened. his entire posture relaxed, and for just a heartbeat, the terrifying choso of the battlefield melted into someone entirely yours.
“…yeah” he started, but his words trailed off, soft and warm, clearly incapable of continuing.
you laughed, leaning back fully against him. “never mind it’s fine”
yuri clapped her hands together quietly. “oh my god. you actually do have him wrapped around your finger.”
“you know,” she says casually, eyes flicking toward the doorway, “i don’t think i’ve ever seen choso this relaxed.”
you hum, tilting your glass slightly, watching the ice swirl. “hes always relaxed.”
shoko snorts. “no, trust me. he’s only relaxed because your with him.”
you smile at that, small and fond, because you know it’s true.
IN WHICH your the hot gf of scary school plug!choso :3
plug!choso, fem!reader, hot reader, suggestive, fluff, ahahahahidk
READ DA FIC HERE! , another drabble
( 𝜗𝜚 ) idk i had this idea but w denki kaminari instead (my bf), this was originally gonna be a gyaru reader sigh…
plug!choso and reader who are quite opposites but still literally a match made in heaven. you’re kind, always chewing gum and fixing your lashes in the mirror. he’s nonchalant, serious, always watching. somehow you don’t clash at all. you fit, like you were meant to find each other
plug!choso who pretends he doesn’t care about aesthetics but always remembers your favourite lip gloss shade. he keeps it in his glove compartment just in case you forget it, acts annoyed when you find it but doesn’t deny anything
plug!choso who lets you sit on his lap while he counts cash, one arm loose around your waist, telling you not to touch anything while fully knowing you’re going to touch everything. he doesn’t stop you though
plug!choso who’s a obvi a mean, scary dealer to everyone but you. with you he lets you roll weed in strawberry paper, watching you struggle a little and gently fixes it without saying a word. you light it with your pink leopard gemmed lighter and he swears he’s never loved an object more
plug!choso who is absolutely pussywhipped. he won’t admit it, but everyone can tell. the way his eyes follow you, the way his voice softens when you say his name, the way he immediately caves when you ask for something with a smile
plug!choso who can’t survive without being near you in public, standing behind you, hands on your hips, chin resting on your head like he’s guarding something precious. because he is
plug!choso who almost folds every time you call him baby in that sweet voice, despite his mean demeanor, no one would expect him to fold at your knees that easily
plug!choso who always acts annoyed when you’re perfectly hands graze along his zip by his jeans while he drives, telling you he’s trying to focus. meanwhile his rough hands already creeping up your mini skirt fiddling with the hem of your panties.
posted here!
IN WHICH your opposites, together 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚
fem!reader x bakugou, insecurity, fluff, semi angst, breaking down, soft!reader, lowk not edited
this request, masterlist
wc: 2.8k
( 𝜗𝜚 ) ahh i tried :3 also new theme ish ig , had to repost bc of content label
you and bakugou katsuki made no sense.
that was the general answer.
he was loud. explosive. sharp around the edges in a way that made teachers sigh and students flinch. he argued like it was breathing. laughed like it was a challenge. walked through the halls like he dared the world to say something to his face.
and then there was you.
you sat by the window in class, knees tucked in, sleeves pulled over your hands even when it wasn’t cold. you spoke softly, if at all. when teachers called on you, your voice never rose above what it needed to be, but you always had the right answer, you were someone people always went to you when they needed reassurance.
sweet. introverted. gentle.
but people didn’t get it.
“seriously?” mina whispered one day at lunch, watching the way bakugou leaned back in his chair, questioning at kaminari over a game on his phone. “your bakugous girlfriend?”
you smiled politely, stirring your drink. “uh–yeah.”
mina blinked. “but you’re so… quiet.”
you shrugged. “is that bad.”
sero snorted from across the table. “no offense,” he said quickly, raising his hands, “but i kinda thought bakugou would go for someone who could keep up with him.”
you tilted your head. “keep up how?”
“like,” sero searched for the word, “yknow, argue back. yell. match his energy.”
“that sounds exhausting,” you said softly, unsure on where this is going.
jirou glanced at you, curious. “doesn’t he overwhelm you?”
you paused just long enough for the question to land.
“sometimes he’s loud,” you admitted. you looked back toward bakugou, who was now swearing loudly because kaminari cheated. “but he’s not overwhelming.”
mina frowned. “really?”
you shook your head. “he doesn’t pretend.” right?
sero leaned back. “still. you’re so quiet.”
you shrugged. “i don’t think being quiet means i’m weak.”
no one said anything after that.
mina watched you for a moment longer, expression softer now. “does it ever bother you? what people say?”
you blinked. “what people say?”
she hesitated. “that you two don’t… match.”
you smiled again, trying to look like everything was fine. “opposites attract, right?”
they shrugged it off, but it wasn’t the same as before.
because this time, you were unsure.
obviously you wouldn’t care if some random said all of that to you, but these were your friends and as you glanced back at bakugou—loud, unapologetic, entirely himself—you wondered, just for a moment, if they were right.
—
you weren’t sure how to feel.
it crept in slowly.
it was the way girls laughed a little louder when bakugou walked by, voices pitched higher, eyes lingering too long. the way they leaned closer to him in the halls, shoulders brushing, hands hovering like they were testing boundaries he never invited. the way they talked too much, filled the space with noise, with confidence.
and then there was the look people gave you afterward.
not unkind. just curious.
like they were comparing. like they were trying to figure out what he saw in you.
you felt it in the pauses. in the glances that lingered half a second too long. in the way conversations quieted when you approached, then resumed once you were gone.
you heard things.
not directly. never to your face.
it was whispers in the locker room you passed by too slowly. laughter from behind you in the hall. voices you recognized but pretended not to.
“they don’t match.”
“he’s gonna get bored.”
“she’s too soft for him.”
the words stuck to you, clung in places you couldn’t shake loose.
you tried to tell yourself it didn’t matter. that bakugou chose you every day. that he walked you to class without being asked. that he waited outside your classroom even when it earned him detention. that his hand always found yours in crowded spaces like it was instinct.
you started second guessing yourself in small ways. wondering if you should speak louder. laugh more. take up space instead of folding into it. you practiced responses in your head and then swallowed them back down.
he loved you as you were.
you just weren’t sure the world believed you were enough.
you never told him.
because you didnt want to sound weak, play into those accusations people made about you. but they were right.
and you were afraid that if you told him, he’d turn his anger outward; start fights, make things worse.
or worse,
that he’d look at you and realize what everyone else seemed to see.
so you moved past it.
you stayed gentle.
you held his hand and told yourself that loving him quietly didn’t make your love any smaller.
even if, some days, you felt like you were shrinking.
like everyone was right, you weren’t suitable for each other
—
however bakugou himself was already aware of it.
the little murmurs from random strangers, hushed but never quiet enough. people whispering how they felt “sorry for you.” others wondering—out loud sometimes—how the both of you even ended up together in the first place. it was common, really. everyone knew katsuki bakugou never cared for relationships, never cared for romance, never cared for anything that wasn’t loud, explosive, or useful.
so when people saw you with him, they assumed things.
bakugou never paid it any mind. he brushed it off like background noise, teeth clicking in annoyance as he claimed they were just sticking their noses where they didn’t belong. extras.
but you?
you heard everything.
and slowly, it got to you.
you became unsure. unsure of whether everyone else was right. unsure if the two of you were just some pity couple that people shook their heads at, waiting for the inevitable fallout. unsure if you were just something temporary—something bakugou would eventually grow tired of.
you didn’t say anything, though. you never spoke it out loud. never told him how the comments lingered in your head long after they were said.
instead, you swallowed it.
like that one time you all were in the living room of the dorms, you and your friend group playing some game, you weren’t listening out for the name.
“sero your cheatingg.” mina whined, grabbing a extra stack of cards to add to her pity collection.
“get better!” sero winked, running around the room once he claimed he was close to winning.
bakugou huffed, shuffling his cards roughly. “hurry it up.”
“ohhh,” mina said, eyes lighting up. “this round’s gonna be good you guys suck!”
“pfttt you imagine” sero replied easily.
“shut up!.”
“your turn,” jirou said again, softer this time turning towards you.
you nodded, placing a card down without looking at anyone. it worked this time, but there was no satisfaction in it. no smile.
bakugou’s fingers tightened around his own cards.
he tried to focus on the game. he really did. but every time he glanced over, you were quieter. still fidgeting. still not meeting anyone’s eyes.
“you okay?” mina asked suddenly, pausing mid-shuffle. her tone was lighter than before, but there was a crease of concern between her brows. “your quieter than usual”
you hesitated. just for a second. “yeah. just tired.”
“you sure?” kirishima added. “we can stop if—”
“no,” you said quickly, a little too quickly. “it’s fine.”
bakugou’s gaze snapped to you.
“uh… you’re up,” jirou said, tapping the table in front of you.
you blinked, glancing down at your cards like they were unfamiliar. “oh—sorry.”
you placed one down, hesitating.
“…that doesn’t work,” jirou added.
you quietly pulled it back. “right. my bad.”
he slammed a card down harder than necessary. “pay attention.”
the table rattled slightly.
you flinched this time.
it was subtle, barely noticeable—but he caught it.
your shoulders tensed, and you muttered a quiet apology even though he hadn’t been talking directly to you.
that made his chest twist uncomfortably.
another round passed.
you lost again.
you simply gathered your cards, stacking them neatly instead of tossing them aside like you usually did.
“i think i’m gonna sit this one out,” you said softly. “just gonna watch.”
that was it.
bakugou straightened instantly.
watching wasn’t something you ever chose.
as mina and sero argued over the next deal, bakugou leaned forward.
mina was in the middle of dealing again, flicking them out with practiced ease. “okay, okay, last round for real this time—”
“no.”
bakugou’s voice cut through the room, sharp and final.
everyone froze.
mina blinked. “uh… no?”
bakugou leaned forward, planting his hands on the coffee table. the cards scattered, slipping out of place. his red eyes were locked on you, jaw set so tight it looked like it might crack.
“game’s over,” he said. “we’re done.”
sero stared at him. “dude, what? we just started again.”
“yeah, man,” kirishima added carefully. “what’s the big deal?”
bakugou didn’t even look at them.
bakugou was still standing there, arms tense at his sides, eyes fixed on you like he was waiting for you to vanish if he blinked.
you shifted where you sat, uncomfortable under his stare. “…katsuki?”
that was all you said.
his jaw clenched.
then, without another word, he reached down and grabbed your hand.
“c’mon.”
you barely had time to react before he was already pulling you up, his grip secure but not rough. your heart jumped as you stumbled slightly, forced to your feet.
“wait what?” you asked, trying to keep up as he dragged you toward the door.
“my room,” he said shortly. “now.”
he didn’t look back to see if you were okay, he didn’t need to. he adjusted his hold instead, fingers sliding to lace with yours properly, grounding you as he led you out into the hallway.
the dorm was quiet at this hour, the echo of your footsteps loud against the floor. bakugou’s pace was fast, purposeful, but not angry. more like he was done letting things sit.
you glanced at his profile, the familiar scowl softened just a fraction.
“…you didn’t have to stop the game,” you murmured.
he huffed. “yeah. i did.”
his door came into view.
bakugou pushed it open, tugging you inside without ceremony, and the door shut behind you with a solid click.
and for the first time all night, he loosened his grip just enough to look at you.
the door slammed shut behind you.
bakugou didn’t turn around right away. he stood there with his back to you, hands clenched at his sides, shoulders tense like he was holding something back.
“…the hell is wrong with you.”
not yelled. not calm either. rough. scraped out of his throat.
you flinched.
“you’ve been acting like this for days,” he continued, finally turning around. his glare wasn’t explosive: it was sharp, frustrated, almost pissed at himself. “you go quiet, you stop looking at me, and then you sit there like you’re waiting for something bad to happen.”
you opened your mouth.
nothing came out.
bakugou scoffed. “yeah. figures.”
he paced once, dragging a hand through his hair hard enough to mess it up further. “say something. anything. you don’t just shut down like that for no reason.”
“…katsuki”
“don’t ‘katsuki’ me,” he snapped, pointing at you. “if i did something, say it. if someone else did something, say that too. but don’t just-” he cut himself off, jaw tightening. “don’t disappear on me.”
your chest tightened painfully.
you tried to breathe through it. tried to swallow it down like you always did.
your eyes blurred.
bakugou noticed immediately.
“…are you seriously crying right now?”
the words came out harsh, but there was panic under them.
you shook your head, lifting a hand to your face like you could physically push the tears back in. your shoulders trembled once.
that was it.
“shit—” bakugou growled.
he crossed the room in two steps and grabbed your wrist; not rough, but not gentle either, yanking your hand away from your face.
“don’t do that,” he said, voice low and sharp. “don’t hide it.”
you broke.
your breath hitched, tears spilling over as your head dropped forward. no sobs. just quiet, uncontrollable shaking like everything finally gave up.
bakugou froze for half a second.
“…dammit.”
he pulled you up by the arm and sat you down harder than necessary on the bed before dropping in front of you. his hands landed on your knees, grip firm, grounding, like he was keeping you from floating away.
“i don’t know how to deal with this,” he said bluntly. “so don’t expect me to say the right thing.”
your shoulders shook harder.
“but you don’t get to sit there thinking you’re a problem and not tell me,” he continued, voice rougher now. “you’re not subtle. i noticed.”
your breathing broke completely at that.
bakugou cursed under his breath and leaned forward, pressing his forehead against yours for just a second before pulling you into his chest.
it wasn’t gentle.
it was tight. possessive. his arms locked around you like he was daring the world to try something.
“if someone made you feel like you don’t belong with me,” he muttered, teeth clenched, “i’ll blow their shit up.”
you clutched his shirt, crying silently into it.
“and if it’s your own head messing with you,” he added, voice dropping even lower, “then you should’ve said something instead of letting it eat you alive.”
his hand came up, gripping your side not to hurt, just firm, anchoring you there.
you didn’t answer right away.
bakugou could feel your breathing against his chest, uneven, stuttering, like you were fighting yourself. his grip stayed firm, one arm locked around your back, the other still curled at your neck like he was making sure you stayed right there.
“say it,” he muttered. “whatever it is.”
your fingers twisted tighter in his shirt.
“…people keep saying stuff,” you finally managed, voice barely there.
bakugou stiffened. “what people.”
you swallowed hard. your throat burned. “just—people. in the halls. during training. even on random hero blogs.”
his jaw clenched so hard it clicked.
“they say they feel sorry for me,” you continued, words tumbling out now that you’d started. “like i’m… like i’m some kind of charity case.”
your voice cracked.
“they say you don’t do relationships. that you never cared. that it won’t last.”
bakugou’s grip tightened.
“that i’m just… convenient,” you whispered. “that we’re a pity couple. that you’ll get bored or angry or realize i’m not worth the effort.”
your breath hitched violently. “and i know you don’t listen to them..but i do. and i started wondering if they’re right.”
silence.
heavy. dangerous.
bakugou slowly pulled back just enough to look at you, red eyes burning into yours.
“…that’s what’s been eating at ya?” he asked, voice low and sharp.
you nodded, tears spilling over again. “i didn’t want to say it. i didn’t want to sound stupid.”
“stupid?” he snapped.
he let go of your neck only to grab your face, rough hands cupping your cheeks, forcing you to look at him.
your lip trembled.
“if i didn’t want you,” he continued, voice edged with anger, “you wouldn’t be here. i wouldn’t touch you. i wouldn’t drag your ass into my room and shut the door.”
his forehead pressed hard against yours.
“you think i let people see me like this?” he muttered. “you think i let anyone get this close?”
you shook your head weakly.
“exactly,” he said. “so don’t ever think you’re some temporary thing.”
his thumb brushed roughly under your eye, wiping away tears without being gentle about it.
“and next time,” he added, voice still rough, “you tell me when people run their mouths. because i’m not letting them get in your head like that.”
his arms wrapped around you again, tight and unyielding.
“you’re with me because i chose you,” he said. “and i don’t choose halfway.”
you stayed pressed against him, forehead tucked to his chest, listening to the steady thrum of his heartbeat. his arms were still wrapped around you, rough and firm, like he was daring the world to touch you.
“…you okay?” he muttered, his voice low and gravelly.
you nodded against him. “yeah…” a soft exhale, almost a sigh. “i’m okay.”
bakugou huffed, one hand sliding up awkwardly to rest on your head, thumb brushing through your hair like it cost him effort he’d never admit. “good,” he muttered.
you tilted your head, letting him tug you a little closer. “…you’re not mad?”
“mad?” he scoffed, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth, rough but genuine. “…not at you.” he pressed his forehead against yours, leaning down just enough that you could feel the weight of him holding you in place. “idiot.”
you laughed quietly, soft and warm, the sound vibrating against him. he didn’t respond with words, just tightened his hold, and you felt the tension of the world outside melt away.
then, almost imperceptibly, he leaned down and pressed a rough, quick kiss to the top of your head. “…love ya.” he murmured, voice low.
you moved closer, smiling against him. “i know,” you whispered.
he grunted softly, like he couldn’t help himself, and tightened his arm once more, resting his chin atop your head. “…don’t ever be stupid again,”