Hi, I so love and always look forward to your posts! I just had an idea. What if, from your recent post, the reason why Tsuo wanted to stay home with Y/n over the weekend is that Tsuo noted that Y/n looks pale and worried that his momma is sick, alone and on her own (she has high fever and trying her hardest not to faint especially in front of the bakubabies) . Then when Katsuki dropped off the kids to school, he felt that Y/n seem to be off (he can feel it in his bones, like 6th sense). Throughout patrol, Katsuki just can't get Y/n off pf his mind.
When Y/n and the bakubabies got home that evening, Y/n's condition became worse and passed out and the bakubabies panicked and did not know what to do so Tsuo called Midoriya, knowing Y/n will prolly feel worse if she sees his dad but Suki, the ever daddy's girl called Katsuki instead. Imagine Midoriya and Katsuki arriving at Y/n's house at the same time and Katsuki became so jealous he nearly blasted Midoriya into next week (mind you, it's only Monday evening in the story) thank you so much and keep up the good work!
⋆ PAIRING: dad!/divorced!/prohero!bakugou x mom!/divorced! /teacher!reader
⋆ WARNINGS/TAGS: angst; kids; divorce; jealousy; sick; hospitals; y/n faints
⋆ WORD COUNT: 2.5K
A/N: you guys love inserting izuku to make bakugou jealous LOL it’s okay i love it too
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PART ONE
Bakugou handed Suki’s school bag to her and then grabbed Katsuo’s to hand it to him as well. Katsuo took it from him wordlessly, quickly striding inside towards the school building.
“Say thank you, you bastard!” Suki screamed across the school yard at her older brother.
“Suki, it’s fine,” Bakugou said with a sigh, closing the trunk of his car.
“No, it’s not,” Suki said in frustration. She continued to ramble about how much her brother was annoying her but Bakugou tuned her out.
His focus was on his son as he watched Katsuo rush into the school abnormally.
“C’mon,” Bakugou interrupted her, locking his car and making his way to the school.
“You’re coming inside?” Suki asked, following Bakugou into the school.
“I’m just gonna let Mom know I dropped you two off,” Bakugou partially lied. He was intending to tell you but more than that, something was telling him there was something wrong.
Bakugou waved goodbye to Suki as she walked towards her homeroom and Bakugou walked to your classroom on the first floor. Peering inside your classroom, he saw Katsuo stand by your side, worry written all over his face.
Bakugou couldn’t hear what either of you were saying but he saw as you attempted to calm him down, coughing slightly, as Katsuo sighed in response. He looked over his shoulder, surprised to see his father in his mother’s classroom.
You made eye contact with Bakugou as well, patting Katsuo’s back. The bell rang and you urged him to get to class to which he begrudgingly listened to you, glancing at his father as he left your room and went to his own class.
“You okay?” Bakugou asked once Katsuo left.
“I’m fine,” you mumbled, crossing your arms over your chest.
“Looks like Tsuo’s worried about you,” Bakugou commented.
“You know how he is,” you said dismissively, clearly not wanting to tell him what was going on.
Bakugou only nodded, giving you a goodbye before leaving.
You and the kids were sitting at the dining table while the kids did their homework and you worked on your lesson plan for the next school day, a routine you did with them every weekday.
As you were typing, you started to cough, causing both of your children to lift their heads in concern. “You okay, Mom?” Suki asked.
“I’m fine. This cold is just… annoying,” you said with a wave of your hand, getting up and going into the kitchen to get some more cold medicine.
Katsuo watched as you walked away and then glanced over to his sister sitting beside him who was now glaring harshly at him. “What?” He asked in annoyance.
“You’re still being mean to Dad,” she huffed.
“No, I’m not.”
Suki turned her body to face him. “You’re literally always ignoring him, Tsuo.”
“Leave me alone,” Katsuo grumbled, turning his attention to his pre-algebra workbook.
“What’s wrong?” Suki questioned in a much softer tone.
“I’m fine.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Suki, you’re pissing me off.”
“Well, you’re not acting like an older brother!” She exclaimed, slamming her fist onto the table.
Before Katsuo could yell at his little sister, both of them flinched after they heard a huge clatter followed by a thud from the kitchen. Katsuo stood up, knocking his chair back. “Mom?”
Suki followed him into the kitchen and they gasped. You were lying on the floor, unconscious. “Mom!” Suki screamed, rushing to your side.
“Fuck,” Katsuo said under his breath, knelting beside his sister. He checked your pulse and let out a breath of relief to know you were still breathing. But your skin was so unusually hot. He looked over to Suki. “I’m gonna call for help.”
Suki’s lip quivered as she caressed your face and Katsuo’s body loosened. Moments like these reminded him that she was still such a child. He was five years older than her and he knew he had to be the one to look after her in times like this.
He put a hand to her shoulder, and Suki looked back at him with teary eyes. “She’s gonna be fine, alright?”
Suki nodded and Katsuo stood to his feet, going to the dining room to retrieve his phone. He instinctively pressed Bakugou’s contact, his finger hovering over the call button before he decided not to.
He knew how uncomfortable and pained you seemed whenever you even saw Bakugou so he decided to call another hero in his contacts.
“Katsuo?” Izuku answered.
“Sorry for calling randomly, Mr. Midoriya,” Katsuo started.
“That’s totally fine! What’s up?”
“I didn’t know who to call but… my Mom’s been really sick and she hasn’t gone to the doctor and she just passed out in our kitchen,” Katsuo rambled.
“What?!” Izuku exclaimed. “Oh, god.”
“She’s still breathing,” Katsuo added. “But she’s burning up.”
“Okay. It’s gonna be okay, Katsuo. I’ll come over and help.”
Katsuo thanked him before hanging up with a sigh. When he went back into the kitchen, Suki was nowhere to be found.
He figured it would be best to get you off the floor so he carefully lifted you in his arms. He was only fourteen but he was just as athletic and muscular as his father was at his age so he was able to lift you with ease. It also helped that he was getting to your height as well.
Katsuo maneuvered you to the couch, going back and forth to the kitchen to wring a cold towel to press to your forehead.
Suki came down the stairs, sighing in relief upon seeing you laying down and still breathing. “Why didn’t you call Dad?” She questioned her brother.
“‘Cause you know they’ve got a weird relationship… I don’t think she’d wanna see her ex-husband,” he explained.
“But he’s our Dad!”
“I know that, Suki,” Katsuo said, sitting beside you on the couch, watching as your breathing quickened. “Wait, how’d you know I didn’t call Dad?”
“Well… I called Dad… and he’s coming over now,” Suki mumbled.
“What?!”
Bakugou slammed on the brakes once he pulled into your driveway, his car completely crooked but he didn’t give a damn. He had to get to you as fast as he could.
And he intended on doing so until he saw a familiar black car pull into the side street, and an even more familiar green haired man emerge from the vehicle.
“Izuku?” Bakugou called out.
Izuku froze midstep. “Kacchan!”
“The hell are you doin’ here?” Bakugou asked in annoyance as Izuku walked up the driveway to meet him.
“I’ll explain later,” Izuku said in an attempt to wave Bakugou off since he was worried about you.
But Bakugou wasn’t having it. He grabbed Izuku’s arm and pulled him back. “No, explain right fuckin’ now. Why’re you at Y/N’s house?”
Izuku sighed, turning to face his friend. “Calm down–”
“Don’t fuckin’ tell me to calm down.”
Izuku shook Bakugou’s hold off his arm. “Katsuo called me.”
“What?” Bakugou said, his body relaxing a little at the mention of his son.
“I’m not sure why but–”
“Why do you even know where she lives?” Bakugou interjected, getting more and more frustrated with the fact that his close friend was at his ex-wife’s home.
“Kacchan, now’s not the time, alright?” Izuku said with an exasperated sigh. Then he turned around and walked toward your front door.
“Don’t fuckin’ walk away from me!”
Izuku ignored him and rang the doorbell. It didn’t take long for Suki to open the door. “Dad! Oh and Mr. Midoriya!”
Bakugou shoved Izuku out of the way, barging into your home. “Where is she?”
“Living room,” Suki answered.
Bakugou didn’t waste a second to rush into the living room, his heart stopping at the mere sight of you. Your skin was flush, beads of sweat along your brows, and your lips were parted as you breathed in and out softly.
Bakugou knelt beside you, bringing a hand to your burning, clammy skin. “Suki, how long has she been out?”
“Since I called you,” Suki said solemnly.
“I’ll take her to the hospital,” Bakugou declared, standing to his feet. He hooked an arm under your back and under your knees and lifted you up in his arms with ease.
“Do you need any help?” Izuku asked.
“I’m fine… Stay with the kids,” Bakugou said to which Izuku nodded.
“No! I wanna come, too!” Suki exclaimed, following after her father as he carried you out the door.
“Just stay here, alright? I’ll call when she wakes up,” Bakugou chided to which Suki grumbled out an ‘okay’ under her breath.
Bakugou left your home, carrying you to his car and carefully laying you in the passenger seat, keeping you upright but leaning the seat back so you could partially lay down.
Izuku followed him outside. “Look, I know you think there’s something going on between us, but there isn’t. Truly. I care about her like I would any friend.”
Bakugou closed your door. “Good. ‘Cause if there was somethin’ goin’ on, I’d fuckin’ kill you.”
Izuku swallowed, nodding his head. He knew his friend too well and he knew Bakugou wasn’t joking at all in that moment. It was different from his usual everyday threats. He never played around when it came to you, and Izuku knew that
“Watch my kids. Please,” Bakugou said a little more gently as he walked around to the driver’s side of his car. “You’re better at comfortin’ people. And they need that.”
“I will,” Izuku promised.
Bakugou leaned back in an uncomfortable chair beside your hospital bed, slumped over and half asleep until he heard you let out a meek, “Katsuki?”
Bakugou sat straight up, opening his eyes as his vision blurred from waking up. “Where am I?” You asked, putting a hand to your aching head.
“Hospital. You passed out,” Bakugou explained.
“Oh…”
Bakugou sighed, sitting up straight as you sat up in bed as well. “Why the fuck didn’t you go to the doctor if you knew you were sick? You always do shit like this. You’re always on my– other people when they’re sick and injured but you don’t look after yourself.”
“I didn’t realize how bad it was…” You mumbled. “Did you bring me here?”
Bakugou nodded his head. “Suki called me when you fainted and I brought you here.”
“Thank you… I’m sure it was a lot of trouble. You’re so busy.”
“Wasn’t trouble at all,” he said, watching as you fidgeted in bed uncomfortably.
“Where are the kids?”
“At your place. Izuku’s stayin’ with ‘em.”
“Izuku?” You repeated in confusion.
“It’s a long story.”
You were about to say something else but started coughing, covering your mouth. Bakugou grabbed a water bottle from the side table and handed it to you and you thanked him as you took a sip.
“You can go home,” you said, closing the water bottle and setting it aside. “I’ll get home fine.”
“No, I’ll call the doctor,” Bakugou declared, already on his feet and making his way out of the room.
“Katsuki.” But he ignored you as he left, trying to locate a doctor.
You signed the last of your discharge papers, thanking the hospital staff for their help and walked towards Bakugou who waited for you in the lobby.
“I’ll take you home,” he said, opening the door for you.
“It’s fine. I can get home–”
“You and I both know I’m not leavin’ so just… just come. Okay?” Bakugou said sternly but as gently as he possibly could.
You frowned but let out an ‘okay’ anyways. You and Bakugou walked to his car and he opened your door for you, hovering a hand over your head so you would hit it as you got inside.
The car ride itself was dead silent, the atmosphere feeling awkward. To be fair, there was only so much a divorced couple could say to one another given the circumstances.
“Why did you do this?” You asked, finally breaking the silence as Bakugou continued to drive.
“Do what?”
“This.” You gestured between the two of you. “Taking care of me and driving me home. It’s not what divorced couples do.”
“Who decides what we do?”
“You know what I mean.”
“Look.” Bakugou paused for a moment and ran a hand through his hair. “I-I got scared when Suki said you passed out… I thought somethin’ happened to you.”
You stared at him, understanding all too well what he was hinting at. “I wasn’t attacked by a villain, okay?”
“I know,” Bakugou huffed. “But I can’t help but think about that day whenever shit like this happens to you.” You averted your gaze from him, looking out the window at the passing cars and buildings.
“Plus… I know you won’t believe me but I care about you. I always will,” Bakugou said, glancing over to you.
“I know,” you murmured, too quiet for him to hear.
Neither of you said another word as he pulled into your driveway and put his car in park. You both got out of the car and you looked at him curiously as he simply leaned on the hood of his car.
“You’re not leaving?” You question.
“I’m gonna. I’m waitin’ for that green haired bastard to leave first,” Bakugou answered.
“Why does it matter if Izuku’s still here?”
“It matters to me.”
You paused, clicking your tongue against the roof of your mouth. “... Are you jealous?”
“‘Course not,” Bakugou said in annoyance, looking away from you.
“You’re jealous of your best friend and your ex-wife?” You questioned in disbelief.
“Just get inside.”
You bit your cheek to prevent a smile from breaking out on your face as you turned around and walked towards the front door. From where he stood, once the door opened, he saw Katsuo and Suki grab you and engulf you in their arms, relieved that their mother was okay.
Izuku stepped out of your home shortly after, wishing the kids and you a good night before the front door shut. He turned around, walking towards his car and stopping in his tracks when he saw Bakugou.
“Kacchan. You’re still here?” He asked.
“Had to make sure you left,” Bakugou said, doing his best to prevent a snarl from creeping up on his face.
Izuku sighed, shaking his head. “You’re never gonna let this go, huh?”
“‘Course not.”
Bakugou pushed himself up from his car and walked around to the driver’s side, ready to finally head home. But Izuku wasn’t done talking.
“You still love her,” Izuku stated.
Bakugou flinched, his hand resting on the door handle to his Porsche. “You don’t know shit,” Bakugou lied.
“So, that’s a yes.” Izuku paused before continuing. “Why do all this then? Why divorce her in the first place?”
Bakugou stayed quiet. It’d been seven years since the divorce and not once, other than his parents, did he tell another person the true reason for the divorce.
“You were so happy. And you were so close to me and Eijirou and everyone else and now you don’t talk to anyone. What happened?” Izuku continued his questioning.
“Look, it’s been a long day. I’m goin’ home,” Bakugou said, completely diverting from this confrontation.
“Kacchan–”
But Bakugou didn’t want to hear another word and so he opened his car door and sped out and away from your home as fast as he could.
“It’s raining,” Bakugou says again for what seemed to be the umpteenth time now.
You glance up from your magazine. He’s been acting like a child all week, with the news of a typhoon that might last for a few days of landfall at best given its current speed.
“Yes, hun. It’s raining,” you agree. “Bit cold, isn’t it?”
He grumbles from where he’s standing by the window. Slumping, he drags his feet to the bed, flopping down next to you. His face finds its way to the crook of your neck, half his body coming over yours. You’ve noticed, in the two years of married life and almost eight years of knowing him, that Bakugou has a tendency to be oblivious of your personal bubble whenever he’s adamantly upset about something.
“Something wrong?” You can’t help but laugh at your question. It was silly, but you already knew the answer.
He grumbles again.
“Hm? Sorry, what was that?”
“Fuckin’ hate it when it rains,” he sighs, almost sounding like a whine.
You smile, setting your magazine aside. You shift a bit to make yourself more comfortable, your fingers finding their way to comb through his not-so-surprisingly soft hair. He even has a thorough care routine for it, leaving you surprised to see that what you assumed to be spiky and dry the first time you saw him was actually soft and healthy.
“We could watch a movie?” A huff.
“Or cook something together?” Another huff.
“Clean up the already clean apartment?” Yet another huff.
You hum. His hold on you tightens just a bit, the weight a familiar embrace. “Or we could just get some sleep again,” you told him. He shifts, and you could tell it was a tepid nod. “Yeah? Sounds good, right?”
Without having to wait too long, Bakugou falls asleep on you. He’s quick to do so because work’s been hectic lately with back-to-back patrols and endless paperwork. It’s a small blessing that there were enough heroes on duty through this weather, even if you and your husband were available for any last-minute backup.
For now, at least, he has you even when it’s raining. It’s a good time to catch up on some sleep.
Meeting Firefighter!Katsuki Bakugo at Neighbour!Ochaco's firehouse cookout.
Having Ochaco Uraraka as a neighbour meant every time she hosted the firehouse cookout you were invited. The place was swarming with beefed up men and women, a drool-fest for anyone with eyes. And Jesus Christ, were you drooling.
You’d settled in pretty fast– Ochaco introduced you to some of her co-workers, who greeted you with a big grin and kind words. It was nice; good food, flowing drinks.
You mainly hung around the barbecue, talking with a green haired EMT. He was sweet, filling your plate with food whenever it looked remotely empty. He’d introduced himself as Izuku at the beginning of the evening, but you'd quickly caught onto his nickname, Deku, as a result of everyone greeting him as such.
“– But yeah, that’s basically how I got into firefighting. I actually joined alongside one of my friends but uh, I’m not sure if he’ll show face tonight or not. He can be slightly…what’s the word… anti-social?” Izuku laughed to himself, flipping sausages over the flame.
You nodded, letting out a small giggle of your own. “I get it, I have a few friends like that. It’s okay though, socialising is not for everyone.” You paused for a moment, Izuku met your eyes briefly. “You don’t seem to have an issue with that, though.” You grinned.
“Pfft..” The freckled man let air escape his lips “You’d be surprised. I was a quiet teenager.” He replied.
“I find that hard to believe.” You snorted, taking a swig of your beer.
Izuku opened his mouth again before a loud chorus of cheers came from behind you. Izuku closed the lid of the BBQ, turning his head to look around. “Speak of the devil.” He chuckled, pointing to guide your eyes toward a blonde, spiky haired man slung over Ochaco’s shoulder. He had a look of pure dismay on his face, shouting something barely audible over the yells of the firehouse’s inhabitants.
“Is he okay?” You questioned, glancing between Izuku and the blonde man who had been placed back down on his feet by Ochaco. The crowd had now dispersed, making the view of the two a little clearer.
Next to you, Izuku just nodded. “Yeah he’s fine.”
You swore you looked away for ten seconds, looking back to see this absolute beast of a man stalking toward you. “Oh my God I’m gonna die.” You murmured, closing your eyes and accepting your apparent fate. You just heard the boy beside you laugh.
“Kacchan!” He greeted. You peeked one eye open, looking cautiously at the blonde.
“Who the hell is this extra?” He grunted, waving Izuku out the way to look at the food.
Izuku just chuckled, gesturing to you as he lifted the lid of the barbecue. “This is Ochaco’s neighbour.” You looked at the man next to you as he offered out his hand.
“Katsuki Bakugou.” He deadpanned, ruby red eyes piercing into your own. You introduced yourself with a squeak, shaking his hand carefully. “I don’t bite.” He added, looking back at the barbecue when he let go of your hand.
Izuku squinted at him, "you definitely do.” He muttered, shaking his head and handing a plate to Bakugou.
“Nice to meet you, anyway.” You spoke finally, stepping away from the barbecue so it wasn’t so crowded. “You also work at the firehouse?”
Bakugou let out a loud laugh. “Work there? I’m the fire chief.” he scoffed. “So you’re Ochaco’s neighbour?” he asked, closing the metal lid and holding the plate under his chin, taking a massive bite from his burger.
Your eyes widened. “Oh, shit I’m sorry I didn’t know.” You responded, waving your hands in front of you in apology. “And yeah, uh, Ochaco and I have lived next door to each other for a few years now. I look after her and Himiko’s cat when they’re both away.” Your eyes raked over him for a moment.
Izuku giggled, scuttling off with a cheery “I’ll give you guys some time to get to know each other!”
Bakugou was dressed in a pair of bootcut jeans and a tight black shirt, sticking across his biceps and chest in a way that had you gulping down your beer. He met eyes with you as you finally pulled your gaze away from his pecs. “Eyes up here.” He snorted, licking the sauce off his fingers. “You wouldn’t like it if I was staring at you like that.” he remarked flirtily.
Huh? You stared at him as he ate nonchalantly. Blinking out of your daze with a smirk. “I dunno about that, something is telling me I really wouldn’t mind that much, Bakugou.”
“Katsuki, call me Katsuki.” He paused for a moment. “You always this bold with people you’ve just met?” He questioned, finishing off his burger with a final large bite. You shrugged innocently.
“Only to handsome strangers.” You winked.
“Bold.” He smirked, placing his plate down on the table next to you. “Do you need another drink?” He asked. You nodded. “Come. I’ll get you a beer.” Katsuki’s head jerked to the side, gesturing to the house. You followed him in through the patio door, b-lining for the fridge.
He pulled it open with a tug, bending two ice-cold beers, giving you a slight flash of the waistband of white boxers. He held it up for you to inspect. “That’s fine.” You nodded. Katsuki placed one down on the counter, using a penis-shaped bottle opener from his keychain. You snorted and he glared at you from the corner of his eye.
“It was a gag gift. I have a collection of stupid friends.” He grumbled, shaking his head.
“Must be nice, though I didn't say anything.” You giggled, smiling cheekily. “So, what other “gag gifts” do you have?” You asked, leaning against the kitchen counter, taking your beer from him and clinking the neck against his.
“Those cartoon white with red-heart boxers.” he deadpanned. You stared at him, eyes travelling south for a moment.
“You’re serious? You have them on?” You asked, gaze flicking back up to his face.
Katsuki raised an eyebrow. “Why, you wanna see?” He guffawed at the red hot blush blooming over your cheeks. You slapped your hand against his arm.
“You’re so bad.” You muttered. Katsuki cracked a smile. And that’s when you became aware you appeared to have a small crowd watching you. You looked over your shoulder to see Ochaco with her hands over her heart, cooing through the class door. “What the hell?”
Katsuki sighed, straightening out and walking over to the glass, he yanked it open, muttering some cold words to Izuku, Ochacco and a red haired man you’d met as Kirishima. Each backed away from the house, cowering together in a huddle.
The blonde slammed the door again, turning to look at you. “How about I get your number? Maybe we could meet again without an audience.”
You nodded, glancing past him at the trio who all had their backs to you, each doing the self-hug-makeout trick. You restrained a laugh, letting a soft giggle escape your lips instead. “Sure, why the hell not.”
So much for being anti-social.
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synopsis:: you and Bakugo were never close in school. just classmates who ended up in the same friend group by accident and stayed there out of habit. eight years later he's one of the top heroes with a mouth on him and you're the unbothered ex-classmate who somehow still doesn't know he's been in love with you since UA. His friends know. His mom knows. Everyone knows. You do not. This is Bakugo's guide— written badly on the back of a receipt at 2am— to finally doing something about it.
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You were never the loud one in the friend group. That was never your job. Kirishima was loud. Bakugo was louder. You were the one who sat back and watched everyone lose their minds over something small and just — didn't. Calm under pressure. Unshakeable in a way that used to annoy Bakugo in high school and now just makes him feel like he's losing a fight he never agreed to start.
Eight years out of UA and somehow you're still around. Still in the group chat. Still showing up to Kirishima's birthday parties and Sero's terrible karaoke nights. Still completely unaware that Katsuki Bakugo — the number five hero, walking explosion, a man who has never once backed down from anything in his life — has been quietly losing his mind over you since roughly your second year of school.
Everyone else figured it out years ago. Kirishima figured it out first, mostly because Bakugo made the mistake of getting drunk at his own agency's holiday party and saying your name four times in one sentence. Mina figured it out next. Even Todoroki figured it out, which says a lot, because Todoroki barely notices when buildings are on fire.
You did not figure it out. You are, according to every single person in that group chat, the last person on earth who has no idea.
So one night Bakugo sat down with a receipt from a ramen place and a pen that was almost out of ink and wrote himself a list. Not because he needed help — he would tell you he did not need help — but because eight years of doing nothing had clearly not worked and something had to change.
Here's what he came up with.
Rule #1: Don't call her pretty. That's weak. She'll see right through it.
You've been called pretty before. Plenty of times. It rolls off you like water because it means nothing coming from strangers. So the first time Bakugo actually looks at you — really looks, across a table at a group dinner while everyone else is arguing about something stupid — he doesn't say pretty. He says your hair looks stupid pushed back like that and it takes you a full three seconds to realize that's the nicest thing he's said to anyone all night.Kirishima kicks him under the table. Bakugo kicks back harder.
Rule #2: Don't let her see you get soft. Save that for when nobody's watching
You broke your wrist on a mission six months ago and Bakugo showed up at the hospital before your own agency finished the paperwork. He didn't say much. He sat in the corner with his arms crossed and glared at every nurse who walked past like they'd personally wronged him. You thanked him for coming. He said he was in the area. He was not in the area. He is never in your area.
Rule #3: If she teases you don't react. Reacting means she wins.
You have exactly one move against Bakugo and it works every time. You call him Kacchan in that flat unbothered voice of yours, the one that makes it sound like an insult and a joke at once, and he goes red before he can stop it. He tells you to shut up. You don't. He never actually wants you to.
Rule #4: Don't stare. Staring is for losers who can't say what they mean.
He stares anyway. Across bars. Across meeting rooms when your agencies do joint operations. Across the space between his couch and yours when the whole group crashes at his place after a night out and you fall asleep first, curled up small and unbothered like the world isn't currently on fire somewhere. He tells himself he's just checking you're breathing. He checks for a very long time.
Rule #5: If she steals your jacket let her keep it. Don't be a bitch about it.
It was cold outside a bar in October and you didn't bring one. He took his off without being asked and put it around your shoulders before you could even shiver a second time. You tried to give it back at the end of the night. He told you to keep it, said something about not needing two jackets anyway, which made no sense, and walked off before you could argue. You still have it. He knows you still have it. Neither of you has ever mentioned it again.
Rule #6: Don't get jealous. Jealous is for weak men.
A guy from a rival agency spent an entire mixer talking to you last spring and Bakugo spent that same mixer setting three separate small fires with his quirk completely by accident, according to him. Kirishima said it wasn't an accident. Bakugo told Kirishima to shut the hell up in front of everyone, which everyone agreed was extremely on brand and extremely obvious.
Rule #7: If she's tired let her sleep on your shoulder. Don't make it weird.
You fell asleep on the train back from a joint mission once, head tipping slowly toward his shoulder like gravity had made a decision without asking you. He went completely still. Didn't move for forty minutes. Told everyone later he just didn't want to wake you up. That was true. It was also not the whole truth.
Rule #8: Compete with her. Don't let her win just because you like her. That's pathetic.
You beat him at darts once, at a bar, fair and square, and he demanded a rematch on the spot. You beat him again. He demanded a third round. By the fourth round he wasn't even trying to win anymore, just trying to make you laugh at his increasingly unhinged trash talk, and you were laughing too hard to notice you'd stopped keeping score.
Rule #9: Play it cool when she touches you. Don't be obvious.
You have a habit of grabbing his arm when you laugh too hard at something, quick and unthinking, gone in half a second. It means nothing to you. It means everything to him. He has thought about that half-second more times than he'd ever admit under torture.
Rule #10: If she's cold under the table don't offer your legs. That's insane. Nobody does that.
He does it anyway. It's a slow dinner, everyone's talking over each other, and your foot brushes his under the table by accident. You don't move it. Neither does he. What starts as an accident turns into something else entirely — your foot pressed lightly against his shin, his ankle hooked loosely around yours, both of you carrying on two separate conversations with the rest of the table like nothing is happening below it. He nearly chokes on his drink when your foot slides slow up his calf, just once, just to see what he'll do.
He does absolutely nothing. Which is how you know it worked.
Rule #11: Don't ask about her ex. That's weak and clingy behavior.
He asks anyway, once, badly, wrapped inside a completely unrelated sentence about something else entirely so it wouldn't sound like what it was. You answered honestly and briefly and didn't ask why he wanted to know. He spent the rest of that night in a genuinely foul mood that had nothing to do with the mission report he'd claimed was bothering him.
Rule #12: If she gets sick you're not worried. You're just making sure she doesn't die. There's a difference.
You caught something nasty last winter and didn't tell anyone because you hate being fussed over. Bakugo found out from Kirishima and showed up at your apartment within the hour with a bag of groceries he refused to let you see the receipt for. He made soup badly. He stayed anyway sitting stiffly on your couch like he'd rather be anywhere else until you fell asleep on his shoulder for the second time in your life. He didn't move again. This time you were awake enough at the end to notice and you didn't say anything either.
Rule #13: Don't remember small stuff about her. That's obsessive.
He remembers everything. Your coffee order. The exact way you take your eggs. The name of the street you grew up on mentioned once years ago in passing. He tells himself it's just a good memory. Kirishima tells him that's not what a good memory looks like for anyone else in the friend group.
Rule #14: Don't get quiet around her. Quiet means she'll know something's wrong.
He gets quiet anyway sometimes when it's just the two of you left at the end of a group hangout and everyone else has gone home. You've noticed. You've never asked. You've started noticing you kind of like the quiet too.
Rule #15: If she insults your cooking don't take it personal.
You told him once that his katsudon tasted like it was made out of spite. He told you to make it yourself then. You did. It was worse than his. He has never let you live that down and somehow still makes you a plate every single time you come over unasked like it's not a big deal.
Rule #16: Don't let her see the soft stuff. Like the notebook. She can never see the notebook.
There is in fact a notebook. Bakugo would deny this to his last breath. It is not a diary. It is a training log that occasionally accidentally includes things like *she laughed at something dumb I said today* written in the margins in handwriting too small for anyone to notice. Nobody has ever seen it. It stays that way.
Rule #17: Don't dance with her at Mina's stupid parties. Dancing is for saps.
He dances with you exactly once badly at Mina's birthday both of you a little drunk and laughing about how neither of you knows what you're doing. His hand sits low on your waist the entire song. Yours rests flat against his chest close enough to feel his heart going faster than the song's tempo would explain. Neither of you comments on it. Both of you notice.
Rule #18: If she calls you at 2am for no reason answer immediately. Don't overthink it.
You called once at 2am half-asleep just to complain about a case that was bothering you and needed someone to talk it out with. He picked up on the first ring even though he'd been dead asleep three seconds earlier. Talked you through it for forty minutes in a voice rougher than usual low and half-awake until you finally calmed down enough to sleep. Neither of you brought it up the next day. You both remembered it anyway.
Rule #19: Tell her the truth eventually. Stalling makes you look like a coward.
He almost doesn't. Eight years of almost. Eight years of jackets and soup and 2am phone calls and a notebook nobody's supposed to see all adding up to exactly nothing because Katsuki Bakugo — who has never once in his life backed down from a fight — has apparently decided this is the one fight not worth having.
Kirishima finally sits him down and tells him flatly that watching this has become genuinely embarrassing for everyone involved. That you deserve to actually know. That you're not going to figure it out on your own because you're the single most unbothered person either of them has ever met and unbothered people don't go looking for things they've never been told to look for.
Rule #20: Ask her out. Just say it. Stop being a coward about it
He shows up at your apartment on a random Tuesday with no plan and no speech prepared which is unlike him in every possible way. You open the door in an old shirt and no makeup unbothered as always and ask what's wrong like something must be wrong for him to be standing there.
"Nothing's wrong," he says and immediately looks like he regrets starting that way. "I just — " He stops. Starts again. "You're coming to dinner with me Friday. Not the group. Just you and me."
You blink at him. For the first time in eight years something in your carefully composed face actually slips just a fraction just enough for him to see it happen in real time.
"Is this a date Bakugo?"
"Obviously it's a date," he says too loud the way he gets when he's covering for something. "What else would it be. Are you always this slow or is it just with me?"
You don't answer right away. You just look at him for a long moment the unbothered mask cracking wider by the second and something like a smile starts pulling at the corner of your mouth.
"Friday," you say. "Pick me up at seven. And Katsuki—"
"What."
"Wear the jacket back. I've had it long enough."
He goes red for the second time in eight years. Somewhere across town Kirishima's phone buzzes with a single text that just says *finally* and nothing else and every single person in that group chat already knows exactly what it means before he explains a word of it.
Hello! I’ve genuinely enjoyed this series and ur writing smm! STA request pls
When Bakugo and the readers’ relationship was still new to the media, can you do a scenario where reader goes to drop off a lunch she made for him at his new agency? The young girl who works at the reception mistakes her for a delusional fan girl or something and denies her entry. Bakugo happens to come down at the same time and sees reader getting upset. He goes to see what’s going on and asks the receptionist what happened. The receptionist rudely says something like, “This crazy girl claims she’s your girlfriend and wanted entry.” Just then, Bakugo says, “This is my girlfriend.”
Thank youu! If you want to add anything of your own to the scenario to make it more dramatic or interesting feel free to!
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⋆ WARNINGS/TAGS: fluff; bakugou and y/n are dating here
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Walking up to Bakugou’s new agency he just opened up, you had to mentally hype yourself up to even walk through the doors. It was nerve wracking to go into a pro hero agency, and even more nerve wracking because your relationship wasn’t public.
So obviously it was going to be weird for a seemingly random girl to go to one of the top hero’s agency and deliver his lunch.
Regardless of your nerves, you entered the building and approached the receptionists’ desk. The woman behind the desk looked at you, raising a brow at you.
“Hi, I’m here to see Kat– I mean Dynamight,” you quickly corrected yourself.
The woman narrowed her eyes at you. “Are you a pro hero or part of law enforcement?”
“Um, no…”
“Then what’s your occupation?”
“I’m a teacher,” you explained.
“At U.A.?”
“No, I teach young children.”
The woman started to laugh as she rested her elbows on the desk. “Look, sweetheart. Everyone wants to see him, alright? You’re not special.”
“I understand that, but I’m just here to bring his lunch,” you said, holding up the black bag you held in your hand.
“Oh, so you’re delusional,” the woman claimed, laughing even more.
Now you were getting annoyed. “Excuse me?”
The last person Bakugou expected to see when he went down to the lobby of his agency was his girlfriend. He had to submit some reports to his assistant and when he saw you he froze in his steps.
You looked beautiful, just as you always did and he couldn’t hold back the smile from creeping up on his features. Then as he continued to stare did he realize you were getting frustrated with the receptionist.
As Bakugou approached you, he heard you say, “You don’t understand. I’m his girlfriend.”
The receptionist burst out in laughter, slapping her knee. “What’s the problem?” Bakugou asked, standing beside you on the other side of the desk.
“Oh, Katsuki!” You exclaimed, slightly startled from not hearing him.
“Sir,” the woman said, turning to Bakugou. “This woman is claiming to be your girlfriend and wants entry. We need to kick her out.”
“Why the fuck would I kick my girlfriend out?” Bakugou retorted.
“What?” The receptionist uttered, completely flabbergasted.
“She’s my fuckin’ girlfriend,” Bakugou repeated.
The woman stood so abruptly she knocked back her chair as it rattled to the floor. “S-Sorry, sir. I didn’t realize. I-I just assumed she was another fan–”
“If you did, you shoulda checked with me first,” Bakugou said, cutting her off.
He didn’t wait to hear the woman’s response as he grabbed your hand and turned around, leading you in the direction of his office. You had to hold back your own laugh as you peered over your shoulder, seeing how distraught the receptionist was as she looked at your entwined hands.
“She give you trouble?” Bakugou asked.
You shook your head. “No. I’m sure she deals with your crazy fans all the time so she probably meant well but… it was nice to see you correct her.”
Bakugou chuckled as he opened the door to his office, letting you walk inside first before closing the door behind him.
Bakugou’s office was exactly how you expected it to be. It was extremely organized and clean with a dark mahogany desk with two plush armchairs on one side. There was also a locker, presumably where he kept his hero costume and regular clothes, a sofa in one corner, and a bookshelf stacked with books. Bakugou never was one for decorating so you weren’t surprised how simple it was.
“This office is so… you,” you commented, your eyes roaming at every nook and cranny.
“That better be a compliment,” Bakugou huffed, slumping down in his chair behind his desk.
You followed him, taking a peek at his desk. He had a desktop with its own accessories, a stack of papers, and a few picture frames. Front and center of the desk was a photo of you and you gasped. “You have a photo of me?!”
“‘Course I do,” Bakugou said matter-of-factly, adjusting the frame so it was straightened out. “You’re my girl.”
You smiled sheepishly. “I just thought you wouldn’t ‘cause, you know, we aren’t public about our relationship.”
“Yeah but everybody here signed an NDA so ‘course they’re not gonna say shit,” Bakugou explained. “Why’d you come? Somethin’ wrong?”
You shook your head, placing the black bag on his desk. You pulled out the lunch box, opening it to show your boyfriend its contents. “I know you said you usually go out and eat food for lunch since you don’t have time to make your own so I wanted to bring a lunchbox for you.”
Bakugou grinned, taking a look at the food. “You made me lunch?”
You nodded, watching as he immediately grabbed a fork and examined what you made. He even read the little note and doodles you wrote out for him.
“Thank you, baby,” Bakugou murmured, pulling you by the arm so you sat on his lap. He leaned up and kissed you, resting a hand on your hip as he gave the flesh a squeeze. “Wanna stay here? Keep me company?”
“No, I’ll just be in the way,” you said, leaning into him.
“You’d never be in the way,” he refuted. “I want you here.”
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"that's it. i'm fucking done!"
you wailed with a noise of irritation, a string of curses leaving your lips unceremoniously. you kicked the bottom of the unresponsive vending machine with a force enough to rattle the case, but your bag of cool ranch doritos wasn't budging. this, seemingly, was your last straw.
"do you need a minute, or…?" your head whips over to see a familiar blonde, the one from your business lecture. he always sat two rows in front of you and you were able to see him playing 2048 on his computer instead of taking notes. it pissed you off, considering he always made the highest score on exams.
your eye twitches. "i'm sorry, am i inconveniencing you from getting a drink?"
"well actually, yeah—"
"well that's too damn bad. i don't give a fuck! can't you see the damn thing isn't even fucking working?! god, this was the last thing i needed today, are you joking?!" you continue your long tirade of curses and word vomit at the poor guy, but he was completely blocking you out. your words sounded underwater to his inner thoughts. he was more focused on looking at you. he liked the sound of your voice, especially when you were yelling. he liked the way your expression changed before you said something rude, as though every thought appeared on your face before it reached your mouth. did you always wear your hair down like that? and your earrings, don't you usually wear hoops on tuesdays?
he's only brought back to reality when you flick him on the forehead. "that's so fucking rich, bakugou. what, never been yelled at before?!"
he blinks. the place where your finger had struck his forehead stinging faintly, though not nearly enough to justify the expression that crawled across his face. his eyebrows pulled together and his mouth twisted into a sour scowl.
“the fuck was that for?"
“you were zoning the fuck out!” you snapped, throwing your hands up in exasperation. “i’ve been talking this entire time and you were just standing there staring at me like i'm an alien.”
“you weren’t talking. you were throwing a tantrum about your shitty day.”
“oh, fuck off! you’d be pissed too if you had the same day!”
bakugou glanced past you toward the vending machine, where the bright blue bag remained caught between two of the metal coils. it was close enough to falling that even the slightest movement should have knocked it loose, but it hung there stubbornly, appearing almost purposeful in the way it denied you what you wanted.
“how much did you put in?”
you sigh exasperatedly. “why does that matter?”
he doesn't ask again, just stares at you with that same monotone and off-putting face you were so used to.
“it was two dollars and fifty cents,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest. “and it isn’t about the money. it’s the principle of it.”
he looked back at you, his eyes dragging over your face for a moment longer than necessary. your cheeks were tinted warmer from yelling, your hair slightly mussed from where you had repeatedly pushed it away from your face. the fact that he was paying any attention to you bothered him.
“the principle,” he repeated, his voice flat.
“yes, the principle, bakugou. i paid for something, so i should receive it. that’s how transactions work. no free lunch? don’t you pay attention in class?”
a scoff leaves his lips instantly. “more than you, apparently.”
your eyes narrowed. “all you do is fuck around every lecture!”
“and?”
“and you still get the highest grade every time! which is deeply annoying, and honestly a little sus.”
“and you look at my exam score every time they get passed back.”
your mouth opened, but whatever insult had been waiting on your tongue failed to arrive. instead, you stared at him with an expression caught somewhere between disbelief and accusation. “how do you even know i'm looking?”
“i can see you leering over your macbook in the reflection of my screen. you’re not subtle at all,” he muttered.
before you could continue the petty argument, he grabbed the sides of the vending machine, ignoring the confused noise you made behind him, and gave it one violent pull forward. the machine rocked beneath his hands before slamming back against the wall, the impact loud enough to echo throughout the otherwise empty hallway. your doritos dropped from the coil and landed in the tray with a soft crinkly thwack.
“holy shit,” you breathed, pushing past him to retrieve the goods.
you crouched to pull out the bag, clutching it against your chest as though he had just rescued something worth far more than a measly two-fifty. the anger that had consumed you only moments ago disappeared so quickly it was almost unsettling, replaced by a smile so unguarded that bakugou found himself staring again. you looked different when you smiled properly.
he had seen you laugh in class before, usually when the girl beside you whispered something during the professor’s lectures, but those smiles had always been brief and half-hidden behind your hand. this one took over your entire face, softening the crease between your eyebrows and making your eyes brighten with an amount of happiness that was completely unreasonable considering you were only holding a bag of doritos. the inferior flavor, no less. spicy nacho was worlds better.
“you almost knocked the whole thing over,” you said, standing again. “i think that technically counts as destruction of university property.”
“ehhhhh? you fuckin' kicked it first!”
“tomato, tomato.” you yanked apart at the top of the bag, struggling for a moment before it tore open too forcefully and sent a puff of seasoning into the air. you coughed, turning your face away as bakugou covered his nose with the collar of his shirt.
“fuckin' hell,” he said. “you can’t do anything normally, can you?”
bakugou had never spoken to you before today.
not properly, anyway. during the first week of classes, you sat right behind him. you had asked to borrow a pencil then, and he had told you to bring your own. you had called him an asshole beneath your breath, apparently unaware that he could hear you. after that, you moved to sit two rows behind him out of pure spite. bakugou looked at you again and felt something inside him change with enough discomfort to make his stomach lurch. it was ridiculous. he barely knew you, and yet some part of him seemed to have decided otherwise months ago. memorizing you piece by piece while he pretended to focus on the numbers moving across his computer screen.
“bakugouuu! i said thanks for getting my chips!” you said, waving a hand in front of his face. "jeez, what a weirdo.." you muttered under your breath.
he caught your wrist before your fingers could touch his forehead again, the movement automatic. your skin was cool beneath his palm, and your words stopped abruptly as you looked down at where he was holding you. bakugou released you quickly after, and it made the gesture seem more unnatural.
“s'nothing. don't flick me again.”
“quit zoning out!”
“you talk too fuckin' much!”
you smiled again, clearly amused by his irritation, and bakugou felt the same awful tightening in his chest. he was deeply aware of what it was.
you held the open bag toward him, tilting it slightly in offering. “want one?”
bakugou stared down at it before looking back at you. there was dorito dust near the corner of your mouth, and he had to curl his fingers into his palm to stop himself from reaching up and wiping it away.
“no.”
you shrugged. “alright. i'm not asking twice,” you stuff your mouth with another two pieces, clearly too big to chew in one go. it made you look like a chipmunk. a cute one, he thought. fuck.
you turned and started walking toward the lecture hall, apparently assuming that he would follow you. after a few steps, you looked over your shoulder and frowned when you saw that he had not moved.
“are you coming? class starts in like three minutes.”
bakugou was confused, but he still picked up his bag from the floor and walked towards you. you waited until he caught up anyway, falling into step beside him as though the two of you had walked to class together a hundred times before.
you began talking again almost immediately, moving on to a new complaint about the upcoming exam, and bakugou listened with his eyes fixed straight ahead.
two years later, he's looking at how your breath evens while you sleep in his bed, curled into his side. he pushed the hair from out of your face, pressing a chaste kiss on your lashes. you had asked him earlier that night when he knew he loved you. he brushed you off at the time, but now he was pretty damn sure.
i saw someone duking it out with a vending machine today and this populated in my mind of minds. urgh
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Can we get katsuki and reader as a pro hero couple with whipped katsuki and the public loves it. Bonus if it’s top reader and bottom Bakugo
Pro!Bakugou x Pro!Reader
Katsuki who has definitely gotten more comfortable with himself and how the public sees him as he’s grown. He doesn’t mind when people call him a “Simp” or when they say he follows you around like a lost puppy, in fact he simply turns a blind eye to it all. Because they’re 100% correct.
Katsuki who lives for seeing those videos of women comparing their boyfriends and husbands to him. Sometimes people can even find him in the comments of those videos. Telling them to leave their man and how there's plenty of fish in the sea. Any oncoming comments about marrying him are met with “I’ve already chosen my fish so back the fuck up.” The media had a field day with that.
Katsuki who loves when you two have patrol together. He’ll slow his pace to match your own, making sure you’re keeping up. The fans love that. They love seeing him walking with his hand on the small of your back, not pushing you to move. Just making sure you’re still there. That nobody has snuck up on the two of you for an ambush.
Katsuki who’ll ignore his own injuries to check on you. Even if he’s literally bleeding out, he’ll ignore it because you’ve got a small cut on your cheek that needs immediate medical attention according to him. Surrounding bystanders usually get to witness him limping over to where you are and dusting you off, wiping the blood off your cheek and giving you a kiss. It’s only when you physically drag him to the closest medic that he gets his very real injury checked out.
Katsuki who still finds ways to check on you when you’re not patrolling together. He’ll ask fans on the streets if they’ve seen you today. He isn’t even subtle about it, he’ll straight up ask where you were last seen and what you were up to. If you two bump into each other throughout the day he’ll usually greet you with a light slap on your ass; you don’t even have to check to see who it is, everyone knows not to mess with you or Katsuki will murder them.
Katsuki who’ll bring you lunch on the days you’re out but he’s off. He’ll find himself slaving away in the kitchen, putting all his effort into this one meal just for you. He’ll text and ask where you are, even though he’s already on his way cause he has your location. He shows up wearing his regular everyday clothes. While you’re fully suited up. Fans love taking pictures and captioning them “Submissive and breedable house-husband”
Katsuki who’s pissed the second a villain lays their hand on you. Pissed. The villain is practically begging for their life the second they realise what they’ve done. Literally in tears, begging to be cuffed and dragged away instead of being dealt with by him.
Katsuki who doesn’t even need to be at the crime scene for villains to be scared of him. The second they see your face and recognise you, they’re already shitting themselves. Already preparing for death, turning themselves into the police.
Katsuki who doesn’t even flinch when you slap his ass right back, even when you do it with force. Significantly harder than when he does it. He doesn’t even care if people were around to see, he doesn’t give a shit if it’s trending that same day.
Katsuki who’s completely fine with the media seeing you mad at him. If anything he says it’s a teaching moment. “Even the healthiest couples have arguments.” While he’s literally being dragged away by his ear.
Katsuki who’s a sucker for your touch. Yes, his hands are on you constantly. But when it’s you initiating? That’s different. A good different. Doesn’t even care when it’s posted alongside those people doing the “Seeing if my boyfriend melts into the kiss” trend; because that's exactly what he’s doing. He’s still coming down from the adrenaline of the battle. Still stiffened, prepared for anything when you walk up and do it. And he melts instantly, wrapping a hand around your waist, pulling you in. If anything he’s upset that you pull away and have the audacity to laugh.
Katsuki who hates when villains flirt with either of you. It genuinely pisses him off. He’s literally scolding them while tying them up. “Why the hell would I want you when I’ve got all that?” his gaze is practically glued to you. Or “What the fuck makes you think you even have a chance.” No form of seduction is taking him away from you.
𑣲 katsuki's your needy ex-boyfriend who needs you back. ⋆｡° — angst! ♡♡ (with a happy ending!)
the balcony door slides shut, instantly muttering the loud music and voices inside. you lean against the cold stone railing, letting out a breath you've been holding all night.
the cool night air hits your face, instantly soothing you after the heat of the party. or to be completely honest, the burning heat of him.
all night long, you've tried your absolute best to pretend he wasn't there. you didn't look his way when he walked in, you didn't look up when he stood near your circle of friends, and you intentionally kept your eyes on anyone else but him.
still, his heavy stare followed you everywhere, burning right through you.
hiding from his line of sight wasn't meant to punish him—it was just becoming impossible to hide how much you ached for him the closer he got.
you hear the balcony door slide open again. then, the quiet scuff of heavy boots against the concrete. you don't even have to turn to know who it is. you could smell his cologne softly blending into the sweet scent of his quirk.
tightening your grip on the stone railing, you stare at the city lights and force yourself to look straight ahead. "katsuki, i'm just trying to get some air—"
you don't even get to finish the sentence. he closes the distance between you from behind so fast it makes your head spin. before you can process it, his large hands land on the cold stone railing, boxing you in perfectly on both sides.
you're trapped between his warm chest and the ledge.
with a heavy, shaky sigh, his forehead drops straight onto your shoulder. all his usual pride—that loud ego he carries everywhere, is completely gone.
"katsuki?" your voice softens, the strict walls you maintained all night was cracking under the weight of his vulnerability.
"just shut up." he mutters in a rough, thick voice that completely lacks his usual tone. "let me hold you.. please."
hearing him say please is the final straw. letting go of the railing before you can stop yourself, you reach back on instinct. the second your fingers brush his spiky hair, katsuki lets out a needy, broken sound—caught somewhere between a sigh and a whimper.
his hands immediately leave the railing to hook tightly around your waist, pulling you backwards until there isn't any space left between your bodies. his fingers dig desperately into your clothes, terrified of letting you go.
"you ignored me all night." he buries his face further into your neck, his breath warm against your skin as he whispers. "i watched you for hours. you wouldn't even look at me. i was losing my mind, y/n."
"you're the one who said we needed space." you whisper back, but you're not pulling away. tilting your head back against his shoulder, you gently massage his scalp and feel the tension melt from his body. he goes entirely soft against you, surrendering all his control to your touch.
"i was stupid." he mumbles against your skin, his lips brushing your neck with every word. he sounds so completely needy, so entirely undone by just having you close again. "i hate the space. i hate everything about it. nothing feels right. i can't sleep, can't think. i just need you."
his hands finally move to your hips, turning you around in his embrace so he can look at you. his eyes are low and dark with a desperate kind of longing you've never seen in him before. there's no anger left in him, just a raw yearning to be yours again.
his thumb brushes over your cheekbone, his hand trembling slightly.
"i missed you so damn much." he whispers, his forehead leaning against yours now. "tell me you missed me too. don't freeze me out anymore. i can't take it."
looking into his eyes, you can't hold back anymore—not when you see him completely laid bare and begging for you on a dark balcony. the friction of the past few months dissolves into pure warmth.
"i missed you too, katsuki." you admit softly, your hand moving to cup his jaw. "i hate ignoring you."
a soft smile pulls at his lips as a relieved breath escapes him, and he doesn't waste another second. the little distance disappears as his lips meet yours in a deep, breathless kiss, tasting like everything you've both been craving.
his hands move from your waist up to your back, pulling you flush against him—completely needy for your touch, making sure you know he's never letting you go again.
i was thinkinggg what if y/n bought bakugo to the school for career day and one of their kids proceeds to boast about how cool Dynamight is and stuff ^^ i js think its really heartwarming to see how proud their kid is of him
⋆ PAIRING: dad!/divorced!/prohero!bakugou x mom!/divorced! /teacher!reader
⋆ WARNINGS/TAGS: fluff; marriage; kids; school; career day
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“Okay, everyone,” you said, clapping your hands to get your class of five-year-olds’ attention. “We have one more person left for career day. Are you ready to see who it is?”
Your students erupted into a round of enthusiastic ‘yeahs!’
“Okay. Lastly, we have Katsuo’s dad, Pro Hero Dynamight!” You announced and the children started screaming with excitement, some jumping out of their seats as Bakugou entered your classroom.
When the school had announced Career Day, you immediately went to your husband, especially since Katsuo was now in your class. Bakugou agreed, wanting to be there for his son more so the other kids, which you weren’t surprised about.
“Let’s settle down,” you chided to the children, gently pulling the kids who had clung to Bakugou’s legs back to their desks. Bakugou was simply amused, loving the attention as he stole glances at you, watching you at work.
“Katsuo,” you called your son with a smile. “Do you want to come up and introduce your dad to everyone?”
Katsuo nodded, getting out of his seat with his hands folded nervously in front of him. His little cheeks were pink and you could tell he was anxious as he stood in between you and Bakugou at the front of the classroom.
“Hi, Daddy,” Katsuo whispered to Bakugou who smiled.
“Hey, bud,” he said in response.
Katsuo looked out to his classroom of peers as they patiently waited for him to introduce his father. “Hi, um, my name is Katsuo and this is my Daddy and he’s Dynamight.”
The children applauded your son, whispering to one another excitedly. “What does your dad do, Katsuo?” You asked.
Katsuo looked up at his father with a shy smile. “He’s a pro hero and he protects everyone and keeps everyone safe and beats up bad guys!” Katsuo exclaimed, causing Bakugou to grin and ruffle his hair.
When Katsuo glanced back to his class, he started fidgeting nervously and he scooted over to you, grabbing your pant leg and hiding behind you. “It’s okay, Tsuo. Don’t get shy. You did great!” You whispered to him.
“What’s the most important thing about bein’ a pro hero? Anyone know?” Bakugou asked the children, trying to get the attention off of his son.
The children called out their answers, one child saying ‘beating up bad guys,’ another child saying ‘being strong,’ and another child saying ‘having a good quirk.’
“Nah it’s none of that,” Bakugou said, shaking his head. You chuckled at how adorable your students were, leaning forward in their seats as they ate up every word that Bakugou uttered. “It’s knowin’ what you’re doin’ and trustin’ yourself and other people around you.”
The kids seemed taken aback by his response. “‘Cause if you think you can do everything on your own, you’re wrong,” Bakugou continued and the class said ‘ohh’ in unison.
After that the children started to ask questions like they did with every other volunteer for Career Day but they were way more enthusiastic since one of the Top 5 heroes was in their classroom.
The final bell rang and the children got up, gathering their things and their bags to leave for the day. “See you all tomorrow!” You told your students as a few of them started to scamper out of the class, waving to Bakugou as they left.
You let out a sigh, putting your own things away into your bag. That was when Bakugou approached you, wearing his winter hero suit that you loved and leaned an arm on your desk.
“So you’re Mrs. Bakugou?” He asked with a coy smile.
You glanced over to him, knowing exactly what he was getting at. “Yes, I am. Thank you for talking to my kids.”
Bakugou nodded, his crimson eyes raking up and down your body. “So, you seein’ anybody?”
You held back a smile. “Sorry, Dynamight. I have a husband.”
He took a step closer, placing his palms on either side of you on your desk, trapping you as he leaned forward. His face was inches from yours. “We can just forget ‘bout him for now, right?”
You shook your head. “No… He’s a little crazy.”
Bakugou stifled a laugh. “Really?”
“Really,” you confirmed, placing your palm flat against his chest. “He’ll beat your ass if he sees you flirting with me.”
“I’d love to see him fuckin’ try,” he whispered and you put your finger to his lips when he attempted to kiss you. “Aw, c’mon, baby.”
“We’re still in school, Kats,” you warned him, his little act coming to an end.
Before he could complain you both looked over to Katsuo who was talking to a few of his classmates. His classmates were expressing how cool his father was and Katsuo had a toothy little grin on his face. “Yeah, my Daddy’s the best!” He exclaimed.
You smiled, putting your hand to Bakugou’s bicep as you leaned into him. “Oh, our baby…”
“Didn’t know he’d be so happy for me to come today,” Bakugou murmured.
“Are you kidding?” You asked incredulously. “He always talks about you in class.”
“Really?” Bakugou asked in shock, looking over to you.
You nodded your head. “Kats, you know he adores you.”
“Yeah,” Bakugou said with a smile.
Katsuo waved goodbye to his friends and grinned when he saw his parents waiting for him. “Daddy!” He yelled running towards Bakugou who scooped him up in his arms.
“Did you have fun?” You asked, fixing a few rogue spikes of ash blonde hair on his head.
Katsuo nodded vigorously. “Yes, Mrs. Momma.”
“Tsuo, you know that’s not what you’re supposed to call me in school,” you said with a shake of your head.
Bakugou laughed, slipping Katsuo’s backpack off his shoulders to hold himself. “C’mon wanna get ice cream on the way home?” Bakugou asked his son who’s crimson eyes lit up at the mere mention of the dessert.
Bakugou glanced over to you with a smirk on his lips. “You comin’, Mrs. Momma?”
You rolled your eyes, following him out of your classroom. “Yeah, yeah.”
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