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I only write for mha and stuff that is sfw, the only characters I write for so far are Bakugou Katsuki, Ejirou Kirishima, Hawks/keigo Takami, and Dabi/Touya Todoroki.
imagining greyscale reader tip toeing n snooping around the apartment while katsuki is gone just to find that it’s essentially an ultra expensive ikea show room with protein powder and supplements lmao
SNOOPING
— bakugou x reader
greyscale au, just texts between you and bkg.
he gave notes to an interior designer and they built his apartment from scratch for him. also yn has been over to his a handful of times on hookup terms. after a date, sex and home. or bakugou calling you when you’re already in the city and you come over to his for sex and goes. so you’ve never actually looked around his house minus his bed, making out against his front door and his en-suite bathroom. otherwise he’s ALWAYS at yours.
after he leaves for work you wait 15 minutes to shower, trying to get the feeling back into your legs, lowkey surprised that an orgasm has halved your hangover in two. you’re feeling considerably better and you still haven’t brushed your teeth yet. bakugou’s got a gorgeous perfect pressure double shower head shower which also makes you wonder what he thinks about your weak, having to hold the handle at an angle to work shower. you won’t admit you sniffed bakugou’s shower gel and immediately thought about touching yourself to it. instead you smothered it all over yourself with the new loofa he left out for you. you think you’re going to eat bakugou alive when you see him next.
it feels like a spa. spending an extra fifteen minutes in the shower and wrapping yourself in a fluffy ivory towel. smothering yourself in a random tub of cream you found till you realise he’s got about five of the same one. you try to find the brand and underneath read, USED BY DYNAMIGHT! turns out to be true because he does smell like this actually, when you sit on his lap and stuff your nose in his neck.
you walk back into his bedroom for clothes till you realise the only ones you can see is your top and miniskirt from last night, neatly folded on a chair. rich people don’t keep clothes in their bedroom. you laugh to yourself, walking to the room over to his walk in closet. multiple drawers, six doors of wardrobes. he’s got caps and snapbacks on display. a table in the middle of the room with a clear glass surface where you can see all his jewellery. you could pay off your student loans with a few of these earrings. necklaces. it looks like a store in here. you clutch the top of your towel and open every single door and drawer, with the idea to find clothes for yourself but you’re just snooping. he can’t expect to leave you unattended if you’re not going to snoop. two wardrobes are hero gear. full of metal scraps and gaunlets all neatly organised. you open the last drawer and there’s a row of grenades. you shut that draw immediately.
you pull on another clean shirt of his, a white one with DYNAMIGHT in grey font on the breast and branded underwear that you roll up four times. you stare at yourself in his floor length mirror, hands on your hips. he’s got a photo booth strip tucked in the frame of the mirror. you and him, from a few weeks ago. you kissing his cheek, him kissing your lips, you with your arms wrapped around his neck smiling at the camera while he grins at you and the last is you pretending to bite his cheek. you look like a couple. you look like his girlfriend in his underwear and tshirt. branded by him. it’s the only photo in his house you’ve seen so far.
it scares you so you grab that breakfast sandwich he left you in his bedroom and start to walk around his apartment. the colour scheme is a soft masculine grey. minimalist. tidy with pops of white or black. the greyscale theme is calming, not as overstimulating as yours can be to a newcomer. you feel relaxed, walking on clouds in bakugou’s thick white socks. his apartment is massive, so much open space, stupidly clean and everything is top of the range.
you fiddle with the heating, gasping at the immediate effect of heat under your feet. not even bothering with slippers. you see he’s got this fancy airfryer so you even pop your breakfast sandwich in there to stare at the kitchen. an expensive smoothie maker, coffee machine, he’s got a kitchen aid in a cupboard. one shelf full of protein powder tubs. opening his fridge to find smoothies, jars of sea moss and meat. preseasoned chicken probably for his dinner tonight in a tupperware container. you think that’s adorable. imagining him alone in his kitchen, preparing dinner for the next day.
he’s got these expensive fruit bars you see in the stores that always way out of your budget.
can i try one of these
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i’ve never tried one before
70 seconds later.
Yeah take anything
Don’t have to ask baby
you take out your hot sandwich from the airfryer and take a fruit bar. it’s as tasty as you thought and you’re upset you can’t afford them on your wage. also you’ve never seen the man drink coffee and he’s got a… you pull out your phone to google. a £2400 coffee machine. what the hell.
his living room looks like a bachelors pad. every gaming console underneath the massive television. maybe a 60 inch? 70? insane. turning the tv on and it’s the news because of course it is. he also has cable. who the hell pays for cable? you can only assume he’s got all the streaming services possible. you clutch the blanket over his sofa and it’s this knitted blanket that you know costs hundreds.
your favourite part is sneaking into his office. you refuse to touch any paperwork because it’s terrifying to think you might mess anything up.
but in there he’s got a wall of awards. trophies, medals, the first ever prototype of his figure. a little five inch dynamight. you trace your finger over the engraved text of either dynamight or bakugou katsuki. in awe. you know what he does for work, you couldn’t miss it but you’ve never actually considered how great he is at it. framed certificates for him being in the top 5 for years in a row. even a fan mail letter in colourful crayons written by a kid. turns out bakugou is sentimental, even though he loves to tell you he’s not.
now you see another photo in his house. a picture of him, his parents and the fucking prime minister. again, what the hell. he looks bored in the photo, deadpan stare down the camera lens that turns you on. jaw sharp, eyes tired, in a structured black suit. you snap a photo of the photo with your phone. his parents are adorable, they look just like him. obviously they do but you can see his eyes are from his mum, hair texture from his dad and that blonde is his mums. facial structure, glasses and his height from his dad. katsuki’s mentioned once that he wanted you to meet them, the first time he kinda asked you to be his girlfriend. you wonder if they would like you.
then he’s got a magazine rack, similar to yours at home, and it’s got all of his covers. every single one he’s ever done. you notice a bunch of duplicates, dated back to a month before you met him. you want one. he’s the cover of Heroes Weekly. you want it. you’ve never seen this one before. he’s standing arms folded, smirking in his hero gear. should you text him? that’s embarrassing to ask for one of his covers, especially since he usually just leaves them at your apartment in an attempt to be nonchalant. you know he does it on purpose. you sneak one under your arm and take a bite of your sandwich.
you circle around his desk. a fancy chair that you sit in and recline back. then you wonder if bakugou’s the type of guy who will know someone’s been in his chair. oh well. he’s got two dual monitors and you can only imagine gaming on this machine. would he let you? he probably has the prime ministers email address.
beside the papers you refuse to touch… you put your stolen bakugou Heroes Weekly cover on the desk and your sandwich on top. he’s got picture frames. one big frame with about fifteen spaces to fit photos in. it’s something you’d have in your bathroom, on top of your toilet full of photos of your friends. or in the kitchen on top of your faulty fireplace. it’s when you realise he’s got photos underneath. dog eared ones. yellow tinted from age. photos of him at sixteen with his friends. you recognise a few as pro heroes, seen on the news with your… katsuki. you know names from stories he’s told you but you can’t put them to faces yet. you definitely know deku though. there’s a photo of them both, deku with his arm around bakugou’s shoulders and whilst he looks pissed off, it’s an adorable picture. his puffy cheeks, his cheek scar fresh and new. you snap a photo of that one. then he’s got another with his parents. of him and his sidekicks. a photo of him outside his agency building from a few years ago, holding a massive pair of scissors. him and other blonde people around his age. you think they’re his cousins? he’s even holding a little blonde baby. you turn over and everything is written in japanese. even you can tell that is handwriting is just as ugly in japanese.
him and…. is that that tv cook? and then him and a random old short guy with glasses and a pot belly. bakugou actually looks the happiest in this photo. grinning, bending his knees to get to the guys height and he’s pointing to him as a pose.
you have a photo with this short old man with glasses
who is he?
you flip through the other photos and three minutes later.
The prime minister?
The president?
Are you in my office?
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five minutes wait. perhaps the longest you’ve ever had to wait from bakugou.
That is a voice actor from an anime I love
Does my favourite character
you awe aloud.
so cuteeeeeeee
the last photo you find is smaller than the others. less than half the size. it’s a polaroid of you, in your bedroom, smiling, sitting cross legged in your bed in pretty much the same outfit as you’re wearing now. one of your old t-shirts and cotton shorts. you wonder if he stole it from you. possibly? he took it last week after you bought some new film with the deal that if you let him take one, he’d buy you a new box. the next time you saw him he gave you three boxes of film. you didn’t mind the photo. you didn’t have any makeup on and your hair wasn’t done but bakugou clearly liked it enough to include in his line up of 15 photos.
you finish eating your sandwich in his office chair, staring at everything that makes bakugou katsuki. mostly work wise. achievements, his family, friends and you. just a single photo.
you throw the packaging in the bin and you don’t mean to, you swear but you just want to check if he’s got that new subscription service in his living room and you can finally watch that new series people have been talking about and—
bakugou comes home to you fast asleep on his sofa, wrapped in his new knitted blanket and his Heroes Weekly cover on the coffee table.
⋆˚꩜｡ | aiding your bruised boyfriend !
boxer!bakugo x gn!reader
a/n : is this corny pls lmk
after a rough match, your boyfriend boxer!bakugo needs aiding to his injuries. every time his trainer drops him off at the gym’s designated nurse, he walks right out and straight to your room. he claims that he doesn’t want anyone’s grimy hands touching him and that you were the only person that knew how to patch him up right. each time, you complained about the inconvenience, saying there’s some woman that’s literally getting paid to fix his injuries. nonetheless, you get in between his legs and listen to all the orders he barks at you.
on this particular night, it was starting to grow dark outside. bakugo had been at his gym all day. no text, no call, no pictures, nothing from him. you tried your hardest to keep awake to great him, but once the clock read 2 am, you were fast asleep in your shared bed.
an hour later, the front door swung open. a bloody, bruised ash blonde stood in the doorway, his chest heaving. the house was unusually quiet. nothing was being cooked, the tv wasn’t playing, and the vacuum wasn’t roaring. the lights were off, the light from the full moon illuminating the empty rooms. he threw his keys into the bowl resting on the table in the foyer. he let out a sigh, releasing all the tension that he held within his core. he roamed around; the wood creaked under his feet as he walked. he peaked into the bedroom holding his resting girlfriend. he stood there for a silent moment as he watched your relaxed body curl into the mattress.
he flicked on the light switch, knowing he’ll regret waking you out of your beauty sleep in the morning. he stepped closer towards the bed, yanking the duvet off your bottom half, watching you toss in annoyance.
“morning beautiful,” he called, letting the sheet go. he then strolled into the bathroom. he hissed, the cold feeling of the marble tile coursing through his feet. “you patching me up?”
you groaned, stretching your body across the soft bed beneath you. your eyes squinted in attempt to adjust to the sudden light. “katsuki, you can’t be serious.” your voice was laced with tiredness.
he chucked, grabbing the first aid kit from the cabinet. “c’mon, baby. i’m injured. i need aiding.”
“no, you don’t,” you scoffed with your head stuffed into a pillow. “you just want me to touch you.”
“stop bitching and hurry up. i’m tired.” he demanded, not leaving any room for a debate. you let out a huff and rolled right off the bed. before heading over to your whiny boyfriend, you stretched, sliding on your house shoes and then shuffling over to join bakugo in the bathroom. he was already sat against the sink, only in his boxers with cuts and purple bruises littered across his chest. you let out sigh and open his legs wide enough to wedge yourself in between.
“what took you so long anyway?” you grumbled, wiping the sleep out of your eyes as you began pouring rubbing alcohol onto a cotton ball.
bakugo’s hands found their rightful place on your hip, keeping you firm in his thighs. “trainer was on some bullshit. said my form was all off and made me do the same fucking exercises over and over again. mind you, he can’t even through a proper punch,”
your boyfriend continued to complain about his day. his crimson eyes never left your face, following every move you made like he was studying you carefully. even though you were tending to his open wounds, you still engaged with his rambles, letting out soft hums and humorous smiles when needed.
bakugo’s rant finally came to an end. his torso was completely clean and the scratches were now covered with bandaids. you stood up straight, face to face with japan’s #1 boxer. there was a small, black bruise on his cheek along with a small patch of blood around his lip. before you reached for a wipe, he tightened his grip on you, preventing you from moving. you turned towards him with your eyebrows raised.
he just stared at you, expression unreadable. “y’know you’re the reason why i still wake up each day and actually try my hardest to get through it. it’s so i can come home to you,” his voice was unusually frail. maybe it was the raw feeling in the atmosphere, maybe it was the time of night, or maybe it was the comfortability your natural face brings him. something in his environment stripped his rock solid layers away and let his vulnerable side slip out.
“stop acting weird,” you attempted to deflect the weight of his words. you eyed him down with a growing smile on your face. you tried reaching for a wipe this time but he stopped you once more.
“‘m serious. i’m not good with words and shit, but i mean it. i do everything for you.”
you cautiously brought your soft hands up to his face to bring him closer to yours. you planted a slow, sweet kiss onto his scarred mouth, making the sensation of your kisses linger. you moved your head back a little, his cheeks still in your hands. you flashed a smile, quietly speaking onto his skin:
bakugo suprises his long distance girlfriend ! ╱ fluff ﹕ fem!reader ﹕ ask
katsuki bakugo loved quietly,
he loved quietly in the way his crimson eyes would soften whenever your voice sounded through his phone speaker, he loved quietly in the way he would shove medicine into your arms whenever your cough was a bit too rough for his liking, he loved quietly in the way he gave your contact a picture while everybody else got the default.
katsuki bakugo loved quietly in contrast to the fireworks bursting within his ruby eyes.
shiketsu high was a bit aways away from ua high, all that kept you and bakugo connected and in sync was the constant phone calls, pictures, visits and dates during hoildays, facetimes and the sweet handwritten letters you insisted on sending.
while all your classmates knew of your highschool sweetheart relationship— nobody knew about bakugos,
well,
nobody know about bakugos relationship expect from izuku midoriya, who had caught the tips of the blondes ears a pretty pink when staring down at his phone— pokinh and prodding him until bakugo barked out he had a secret girlfriend.
“woah.. really kaachan?..”
“say anything and you die.”
you were finally home for spring break and out of the dorms.
the sun sparkled through your bedroom window while the slightly askew curtains ruffled against the warm wind as you lay on your plush bed— blanket pulled up to your chin as you scrolled lazily through your phone, a cool drink sitting forgotten on your bed side table.
you were slightly concerned -and annoyed- when bakugo had barely answered your texts, the pale grey tick marks staring back at you dully.
who was busy enough to ignore their girlfriend during spring break?
you dropped your phone, letting it hit your stomach with a small thud as you started blankly at the ceiling, the small whirl of your fan filling your room with a cool whisper.
you and bakugo happening wasn’t something that you particularly ever imagined to be on your agenda.
of course, he had caught your eye during the provincial licence exam— quick movements, smug grin and immaculate form was something anybody could see.
bakugo also saw you, his eyes somehow always landing on your fighting and defensive figure, not scrutinising, not judging— just, watching. pulling apart your stance and the light behind your eyes.
knock, knock!
you raised a brow.
“uh- coming!” you reluctantly shuffled out of bed, your reminiscing cut shut as you made your way to the door.
“yeah m—..” you quietly trailed off, jaw slack as your eyes were now face-to-face with a large, familiar chest.
caramel and heat soon filled your nose, warm and gentle— but somehow instantly overwhelming your senses and scenting your entire room.
you slowly looked up and bakugo tried to hide his amused face— blonde brows raised in faux innocence, lips pulled in a soft, dangerous smirk.
“close your mouth, you look like a dork- shit—” he chuffed as you dived into a hug, wrapping your arms around his neck.
he steadied his feet, “I missed you..” you mumbled, lips brushing against the dip of his neck in a shy murmur.
he gulped, nose stuffed in your hair as he inhaled. “yeah, yeah. bet y’were goin’ crazy ‘cause I didn’t answer your messages.”
“shut up.. you’re rude.” you chided, voice slightly muffled, reaching up and pinching his ear.
“ay’ watch it woman.” he grumbled, pulling your hand away and pushing you into your room.
“bet you missed me huh katsu’?” you teased, a large grin taking over your face.
“nah.” he annoyedly shoved a small bag into your arms as his gaze remained steady, “just shut up.. y’annoying.”
“oh my god! my favourite snacks?”
“shut up already- god!”
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mokis ⠀ notes ﹕ new layout !! mostly because going from web to app to put my dividers and images is so annoying it might come back if tumblr fixes the “we dont support this format” issue :c ANYWAY TYSM @electrifiedfrenzyscion for this req SO SO CUTE 🧁🧁🧁 !! i havent written for bkg in a while omg missed him .. i hope i did your idea justice !!! THANK U FOR READING TILL THE END !! I LOVE U MY KOKKIS (๑╹◡＜๑) and goodnight im so tired ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 (っ. -｡)
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 i headcannon katsuki as someone with a serious soft spot for his girl... in his own special way<3
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 don't get me wrong, he's still loud, fiery, passionate; its what drew you to him in the first place!
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 but through you he’s learning what it means to be softer, kinder, more patient with someone he loves !!
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 and he is all of those things with you, much to all of your mutual friends shock and surprise, LOL !!
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 katsuki is also extremely protective of you, maybe teetering on the edge of overprotective sometimes but he just can't help himself... he needs to know you're safe at all times !!
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 requested (demanded) you share your location with him very early on into your relationship, not even trying to be on some overbearing shit but it really does put him at ease knowing where you are at all times LOLOL, especially when he's out on patrol and can't be with you !!
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 shared his with you without you having to even ask for it btw !! he shared it after you sent him his, he's operating under the assumption you feel the same as he does, that it'll put you at ease to know his exact location when he's not at home with you (and it does !!)
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 loves to refer to you as 'the mrs.' or 'mrs. bakugo' when speaking about you to other people,,, katsuki has a tendency to be a lil possessive when it comes to the things he likes,,, and bakugo loves you so there's just no room for any confusion on who you belong with! (and belong to)
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 this is something he does before the two of you are married too, because in his mind you already are his 'mrs. bakugo', he just hasn't proposed to you yet !! (once the two of you are married tho... he legitimately cannot get enough of referring to you as 'the mrs.' lol he like exclusively calls you that when referencing you to others)
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 it makes him go crazy whenever you show any type of possessiveness of your own over katsuki... he had no shame in admitting to you how hot it got him to see you get so worked up over some girl in a bar trying to make a pass at him the first time it happened
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 you know he'd never even give her the time of day because he really only has eyes for you and you alone, but you still can't help but feel a little annoyed by the sight of a woman flirting so blatantly with your man right within your view,,, when you come over and make a small scene of slinking your arms around katsuki's waist, placing a hot, wet kiss onto his cheek before glaring at the girl across from the two of you, he's almost surprised at first
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 but he's riding that high for the rest of the night and will be chasing it for the rest of your relationship... the second a woman flirts with him and you're not around to see, he's reporting back to you all casual in your messages like he isn't feigning for your more jealous side to make an appearance, LOL !!
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 sometimes you can tell he just wants to see you get worked up over him, but you'll indulge him anyways <3
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 katsuki is a great cook and really loves cooking for you <3 he'll take mental note of which dishes you seem to enjoy over others and make a conscious effort to prepare those for you more often
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 i think he prefers cooking for you as opposed to the two of you cooking together... he takes me as someone who gets overstimulated easily when other people are in the kitchen with him LMFAO but acts of service is definitely a love language of his,,, so just sit there and look pretty and let him cook you a nice yummy meal and he'll be satisfied, okay?
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 i also think that he is a natural born leader and provider, and a real good problem solver too. katsuki hates to see you upset, but rather than focusing on coddling you through the problem, he's much more solution oriented. he wants to fix the problem sooner rather than later so he can see that pretty little smile of yours again.
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 katsuki is a gentleman, albeit a bit rough around the edges in his approach. he always holds open the doors for you, never lets you pay for your own meals, will shrug off his jacket and place it over your shoulders when he sees you shivering,,, but he's definitely also the type to bite out your name with attitude when he see's you reaching to open your own door. or roll his eyes and tell you to "put that away" when you reach for your wallet in attempts for to pay for yourself. and please don't ever try and pay for him,,, it might actually set him off LOL
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 you might think you're being cute returning the favor but he disagrees wholeheartedly LMFAO, he's taking it as a direct attack on his manhood. he wants you to be spending your money on things for you... and his money on things for you... not the other way around wtf
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 and trust that when he sees you shivering because of the cold, he just can't help himself from chuckling out a "you just never learn, do ya?" as he drapes his jacket over your shoulders. when you counter to him that your sweater would have totally ruined your outfit, he'll just shake his head in mild disbelief and laugh some more
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 he needs to be touching you at all times,,, i think physical touch becomes one of his bigger lover languages the more time he spends in a relationship with you. i don't know if i necessarily see him as someone who starts out in a relationship as overly affectionate, but the more time he spends with you the more he comes addicted to having his hands on you
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 bakugo loves when you loops your arm with his when the two of you walk together, squeezing onto his toned bicep to keep from losing him in a crowd as opposed to holding hands. his hands are naturally clammy because of his quirk and i do think he worries about what you might think about that from time to time... besides he wants you to feel just how much all his effort in the gym has been paying off <3
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 he keeps a hand on your thigh whenever he's driving you somewhere, and whenever the two of you are going somewhere he's always driving. you're his little passenger princess of course !!
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 and he loves to have you sitting on his lap whenever its possible and appropriate... and maybe he cares a little bit less about that latter one. loves feeling your weight against him, his arm thrown over your waist, hugging your body closer to his almost like a seatbelt. in public or in the private of your own shared space, he wants you in his lap
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 katuski likes to sleep spooning you, holding you close to his body even in his sleep <3
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 he's also incredible at remembering things like important dates and appointments and anniversaries. he'll ask you about said appointments when you've returned home from them and sometimes you're honestly still a little surprised to see he remembered something you mentioned to him in passing a few weeks prior. he just has a real good memory like that, especially when it comes to things related to you !!
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 bakugo has a tendency to get rather loud when the two of you fight or disagree... but his intention isn't to be yelling at you. anger is a secondary emotion, usually covering up fear or hurt, he's scared he's going to lose you every time the two of you fight, which results in him getting angry to shield himself from that emotion, which typically results in raised voices whenever the two of you have a disagreement :(
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 and a more often than not when the two of you do run into little spats with one another, he actually needs some reassurance after the fight has been settled. he wants to hear you tell him things like you love him you're always going to love him, you don't want to be with anyone except for him. but he'd rather die than ask you outright... so expect a little bit of moping and grumpiness until you're able to catch onto what he wants from you LOL sorry...
⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢 all in all katuski is such a caring boyfriend to have <3 he's obsessed with you and you alone in his own way, sincerely not having eyes for any other woman once the two of you are together. he's just too enamored with everything you do and how you do it to pay anyone else any mind. he works hard to fix any problem you present him with, hating to see you upset or cry over silly things like that ,,, and he might even shed a few tears himself in the heat of an argument between the two of you :( oh god i just love me some katsuki !!!!!!!
omg hi you guys ! this was originally supposed to be one post but as i was writing it, it kept getting longer and longer so i decided to separate the sfw and nsfw content into two separate sets of hcs !! lol this has been sitting in my drafts for ages now but finally i felt motivated to finish them with the request so thank you nonnie LOL !! the next set will be queued to go up for sunday lol, i hope you all enjoyed this set of hcs <3
synopsis: (bakugou just wants you to let him into his world) knowing you're sleeping in his bed, bakugou visits you on his lunch break
tags: situationship au, pro hero!bakugou katsuki, phd student!reader, smut: (p in v, fingering(f), clit rubbing), fluffy, feelings, yearning bkg, reciprocation, emotionally constipated reader, more into how they got together
notes: this can be read as a standalone but this is part of my situationship bkg au GREYSCALE !! specifically this is part 2 to 360!
GREYSCALE MASTERLIST
it's 5am when bakugou picks you up from the club and after dropping all your friends home, he brings you back to his city skyscraper apartment. he helps you up the stairs because he doesn’t trust lifts which only ends up with him carrying you bridal style while you play with his hair, whispering about how fun tonight was. birds are chirping outside, the sun is coming up and he only has time to see you crawl out of the shower in one of his big t-shirts. he stares as you brush your teeth sleepily, leaning against the doorframe and handing you a towel.
he kisses you slow and soft, hand on your ass for a while. a long while. until you’re tapping his chest, “okay okay big boy. i gotta go to sleep and you have work!”
bakugou is thrilled knowing you’re sleeping in his bed right now. you’re tucked up safe and sound in his bed. part of him knows it’s stupid to be a little insecure of you in his space like you’ll finally find out how boring he really is. his plain white bedsheets and his bedroom is bare aside from a few books he has on a single shelf. he’s got no plants, no random things he’s collected, just his bed and his walk in closet a room over. he’s embarrassed for you to see how boring his way of life is, compared to your upbeat, life well lived room.
at lunch time, instead of eating in his office he drives back home to find you, a lump in his bedsheets, scrolling through your phone hungover as hell.
“look what my friend posted of me! i look stupid.”
that’s the first thing you say to him. no hello like you saw him two minutes ago. bakugou swipes the phone out of your hand, grinning like a madman at the familiarity of it all. the video is of you swaying your hips, admittedly drunk but it’s not a bad video at all. you look gorgeous, sexy, one with the music. he cringes inwardly at that thought but it’s true.
“you don’t at all. send that to me.” he hands you back your phone. you’ve got the covers up to your ears and you look miniature, just your head popping out, sunken into his goose feather pillows.
“i’m definitely not and your bed is insane. why don’t we spend more time here?” you drawl shutting your eyes slowly, “thank you for leaving out water and a tablet for me.”
“no problem, doll,” he drops the breakfast he got for you on his bedside table then he strips off his jeans so he can sit on the bed beside you. he begins to unwrap his sandwich.
“doll?” your laugh is smothered by the duvet, “that’s new?”
“you looked like one yesterday,” he says with a mouthful of bread, chicken and salad, “what do i have to do to get you lookin’ like that for me?”
you start blinking at him slowly like a purring cat, “we could go to a bar? i know you know fancy ones.”
bakugou doesn’t drink but he’s got friends that do. he can ask them.
“also i woke up to good reviews about you.”
he makes a noise of confusion, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
“hah?”
“my friends liked you. said you were a gentleman. i said you’re not usually like that.”
his little plan worked. he was on his best behaviour, you weren’t completely lying here. opening the car door to let them out. not driving away until they were all inside. dropping everyone to their doors instead of the bus station, even when you were fast asleep in his car. kept the conversation light, let the girls chat amongst themselves and he was just happy to be there. even answering questions about his career and noticing how you were quieter than usual, listening intently throughout your slowly fading drunkenness.
“i am a gentleman. you just don’t let me be one to you.” he stuffs his face in his sandwich. then he points to the paper bag by your head. “i got you breakfast.”
“katsuki,” you whine, “you didn’t have to.”
he chuckles, “that’s what i mean.”
you sit up on your forearms, still looking like a bus just hit you. your hair's a mess, the neckline to the t-shirt you’re wearing has dropped over your shoulder and you’re doing this confused pout when you look around the room. bakugou thinks you’re insanely beautiful. like they grew you in a lab just for him or nicer, the gods in the heavens created you with him in mind.
“you haven’t kissed me. you just started eating your sandwich.”
bakugou’s chewing slow down, he’s only perched on his bed, not wanting to lay back on his pillow because he’s been outside in this t-shirt.
the pout is for him, that he needs to kiss you to make you feel better. this is where the lines blur between the play pretend relationship and something real. you guys both don’t just fuck when you’re bored. there’s more here that means something and he’s just waiting for you to realise.
“you wanna kiss from me?” bakugou asks, smirking slightly, using his tongue to get some lettuce out his back teeth.
it doesn’t turn you off, at all. it only makes you frown because you’re immediately not getting what you want.
“i just said that. no hello kiss like we usually do.”
bakugou’s smile becomes a million watts, “that’s cute as hell, doll.”
but he takes another bite of his sandwich despite. he wants to see how long it would take you to beg, to start whining and kicking your feet to get one from him. he rarely sees you somewhat vulnerable, hungover, craving physical touch and asking, or demanding really, for a kiss.
turns out it doesn’t take you long to give up completely. you flop back onto the bed, the memory foam catching you in a way your old ass mattress doesn’t. “fine. i have morning breath anyway.”
he’s sure you’re crossing your arms under the duvet, about to turn over to pull out your phone.
“wait, wait, wait. so fuckin’ impatient.” he mumbles, neatly tucking his sandwich back into the packaging to discard on his bedside table, grabbing one of his tissues to wipe his hands. you look at him with wide eyes, like you’re the sleeping beauty who needs a kiss to cure you of your hangover.
to your surprise but never disappointment, bakugou pulls off his t-shirt, leaving him in only his boxers. you sigh delightedly but, “why’d you take your top off? not that i’m complaining.”
“sounds like you are. i wore it outside, don’t want it touching my bedsheets,” he cages you under him as you shrug your arms out under the covers. he lays a kiss over your lips.
you smile immediately, closed lips, refusing to open your mouth.
bakugou’s handsome, painfully so. especially knowing he’s just done half a day of work whilst you’ve been asleep and he came back just to see you. it all overwhelms you a little, drives you crazy enough to beg him for a kiss. even if you did give up after asking twice.
it’s just a peck at first, your cheeks round and bakugou’s pulling away, to bite down on his lip. you love the scar in the centre of his chest. the size of his biceps as he hovers over you. your fingers rake through the hair on his nape and you wonder if he’s ever done anything wrong during your time together. but he could. is what the heartbroken you whispers at the back of your head.
“open your mouth for me. kiss me properly,” he breathes and you don’t care he’s got sandwich breath because yours is probably worse. he kisses along your jaw, in the meantime, your whole body warms up like you’re about to catch a fever.
“morning breath, ‘tsuki.” you’re already breathing heavy, especially when he dips down to nibble at your neck.
“y’really think i give a fuck?” he shoves the duvet off your body, just so he can sneak underneath. “c'mon, make my trip on my lunch break worthwhile.”
he sounds like a horny teenage jock off those american shows. it’s because you know he’s not serious, that your legs turn to jelly. his gravelly whisper as your legs wrap around his waist. you sharply exhale when he presses himself against the gusset of your panties. he’s half hard now but will definitely be at full mast with a single brush of your tongues.
everything about bakugou katsuki, the rich ass pro hero who for some reason puts up with you, is endearing. your breakfast beside you, dropping your friends home, needing to know what you’ll say to anyone that flirts with you.
it’s like a stupid roleplay, “how long’s your lunch break?”
he smirks, boyish, confident and enamoured, “i’m the boss. whenever i want.”
he can max do two hours with you realistically, he’s got a load of meetings today.
you hate how that turns you on.
“you win.”
your lips meet for the second time but apart, with enough space for bakugou to slide his tongue into your mouth. your moan is instant, arms wrapping around his neck to drag him as close as possible. your tongues brush, he sucks on yours. he twists his head slightly for a better angle and a grunt bursts out of him, an involuntary grind between your legs next.
your body is alight, electric bursting under your skin. just over some making out, half undressed in his sheets. but it’s because of katsuki why you get like this and you like him more than you care to admit.
“fuckin’ loved thinkin’ about you in my bed while i was workin’,” he says with his lips over yours, “you were safe, exactly where i left you.”
“course i would be,” you rock against him, grabbing his wrist by your head, “touch me. want to feel you.”
“touch you where?” he breathes against your neck, a kiss under your ear.
“don’t be mean,” you mewl, tightening your legs around his waist. “‘tsuki baby.”
that’s one of your usual tricks to make him do anything, a sweet little pet name that gives you the reaction you want, a thrust of his hard cock against your clit. bakugou’s the biggest you’ve ever been with, knows how to use it too. another reason why you can’t let him go.
“nah, tell me.”
you huff, “your fingers, inside me. rub my cunt.”
his smirk is cocky, a winner. “why didn’t you say the first time?”
but you’re rewarded swiftly, his large calloused hand sneaking under the covers and under your panties. “so wet. this for me?”
your exhales are already fluttering, hips jolting when he gathers the wetness from your hole and rubs it over your clit. you’re fixated when he pulls away from you for a second to spit on his fingers, keeping eye contact the whole time.
“you’re so annoying,” you mumble, because everything about him can be too much. too skilled with his hands, too attractive with his face and body. knowing exactly what to do and how long to make you wait.
“but you’re still here.”
with the added wetness, he rubs circles into you, finally allowing your body to just relax. your eyes shut and bakugou sits on his knees to drag his t-shirt to sit under your chin.
“all this waitin’ for me. no way i couldn’t come home early,”
“feels so good, ‘tsuki.” you say, rolling against his fingers.
then, you give him those eyes, your needy watery desperate ones, “i want your cock.”
bakugou’s been fucked since the day he saw your photos on that stupid dating app kaminari suggested him to download. he’s never cared for dating in his circle, or someone in the same tax bracket as him but this celebrity rich kid dating app only meant that. till it gave him you with the little detail that you’re working on your phd at the nearby university.
bakugou thinks he loves you, he’s never felt this way about anyone before. this incessant need to protect you, have you around him at all times. to want to know every detail about your life and be fully integrated. he needs to know why you don’t want him to be your boyfriend.
your palm runs down his chest, fingers dipping in every dip and curve, only stopping when you moan with the arch of your back.
“patience, baby.” he should be going back to work soon, he doesn’t even have time to be saying this to you.
“pull out your cock, let me see.”
he huffs like he’s irritated but he’s anything but. he shifts his weight to yank off his underwear, his cock slapping against his stomach, pre leaking onto his tanned skin.
you croon at the sight of him, always so beautiful. thick and long, a cock men would only dream of. with three veins along his shaft and you only get flashbacks of when it was in you less than fifteen hours ago.
“did you do what you told me last night?”
your mouth is salivating. you force yourself to look away from his crotch. your friends would say you're dickmatised right now. or maybe all time. the way you ran to bakugou when you saw his car pull up carries a month's worth of ‘i told you so’s from your friendship group. you have definitely downplayed how much you like this man.
“what?”
you reach forward to touch him and although he twitches, he slaps your hand off him.
“katsuki!”
he drags his fingers off your clit to slide two inside of you. already you’re bubbling in pleasure when he rubs against your walls, curls his fingers just where you like.
“you sent me a text that nobody spoke to you. did anyone try after that?”
you like that he believes you, that your text wasn’t a lie to make him feel better. it was true, it was early in the night so nobody had. but after…
it’s the insecurity that makes bakugou ask, that makes him sit at his desk in his office and wonder what you actually said to these guys.
“t-three guys,” you say quickly, rushing to get it out before another moan tumbles out. the wetness of your cunt is loud at this point, the gushing of his fingers inside of you, the squelch when he pulls out and thrusts in a third finger.
“yeah? what happened?” he sounds measured and controlled, looks it too, but bakugou’s heart races against his chest. he pinches your left nipple to get you to pay attention again.
“i wanna come, baby,” you plead, “please.”
“after my question. you can do it.”
you roll your eyes, locking your legs around his waist and trying to pull his cock closer to you. bakugou stays exactly where he is though, moving to no avail.
“they all just complimented me. said i was beautiful, if i liked the dj. then t-they asked if i was single— fuck,” he prods a sensitive spot. you want more, you want him, “i said i’m seeing someone. i t-told you i’d say that!”
“then they all fucked off? they didn’t try harder?”
he knows how iridescent you usually are, even when you fucking wake up in the morning, when you’re walking around your home in old joggers and a toothpaste stained tee. but he knows how men get once they see legs and breast. he knows how he got when he saw you like that before he dropped you off. paired with you drunk in your element, bakugou knows he’d be all over you.
“one did. i told him—,” you stop yourself, glancing away.
“what? tell me and i’ll let you come. fuck you how you want.”
you grit your teeth, “you’re so annoying, katsuki.”
“that’s okay with me, doll. you still want me anyway.” he's back circling your clit, puffy and so much more sensitive than before. “come on.”
“i said i had a b-boyfriend.”
bakugou’s a car engine and you just twisted the key. has him fisting his cock to angle into you.
“but you don’t have one, do you?”
that has you whipping back to him, but his attention is on sliding his cock slowly into your pussy. it’s a gargle of noises that come from you. moans and whines and words of confusion. your back arches in delight, hands grabbing touch any part of him. once he’s flush into you, bakugou grumbles a deep, “motherfucker.”
you’ve always been too intense for him, from the week of back and forth texts on the app to slightly ghosting him on the second week after he asked to take you out. you were funny in a way he doesn’t find in his friends, pretty in a way he thought was unbelievable and this was all through a screen. part of him was terrified to even meet you. he first offered to take you to a restaurant, a fancy steak and caviar one which you said no to after a few minutes. you googled the name of it and upon checking the prices, refused. then he offered a coffee date after your class and you reluctantly agreed.
“you lied to him, you don’t have a boyfriend,” he says between gritted teeth, beginning to start thrusting. his hands treat you with care, kneading your thighs but his hips move with sharp, precise finesse. he knows to angle himself exactly to hit your softness points, how to have you gushing around him.
you’re unsure what he’s getting at, why he’s doing this now, why you feel upset at the idea that it’s true. he’s not your boyfriend because you won’t let him be.
“no i don’t,” you whisper to him, “knees.”
he pushes your knees by your head so you’re in a mating press. everything’s deeper, more intense, your body yearning for a release.
he rocks into you. dick prodding everywhere that feels good, tucked warm in your walls.
“you’re so fuckin’ soft. you drive me insane all the goddamn time.”
you know you do. you see it in his face when you kiss him goodbye.
“when are you gonna let me in?” he moans, the sound of slapping skin and your merged wetness louder than his words. “i’d treat you better than the fuckers before.”
you know he would. that is what makes this worse.
“i’m going to come,” you warble, reaching down to touch your clit. “let me come.”
you’re both sweaty, overcome by emotion that bakugou wasn’t even planning on unleashing today. but being around you with his dick hard, he struggles to control what comes out his mouth.
“i want you so bad, doll.” more than sexually, more than this stupid purgatory you’ve got him stuck in.
you say it because it’s what you’re genuinely feeling. because you do want him, you want him so much that it scares you and only makes you imagine the feeling of it all falling apart.
“i want you too, katsuki. so much.”
your orgasm is unexpected even to you, shaking your body with an unconfined squeal. bakugou keeps rolling his hips, touching your clit because your fingers have gone tense. he can see the waves of pleasure shake you, your eyes closing to take it all in.
he thinks he understands what you mean. but still it’s not enough, he needs you all.
bakugou spills into you with a couple jolts, knees shaky and arms weak. he keeps going till he’s done, watching the shared liquids spill out of your pussy and around his cock.
bakugou pulls out and flops on the bed beside you, yanking off the duvet so he’s exposed to the cold air. his chest heaves like yours, staring at the ceiling blankly.
“how the hell am i goin’ back to work after that?”
you giggle beside him, rolling into his open arms and sniffing his armpit.
“you need a shower too.”
he scoffs, “so do you.”
you swat at his chest, “annoying.”
he’s mindful that he needs to clean you up, kiss anywhere he was particularly rough and head back to his agency. he can shower there.
though only thing racks his mind, “i know you know but i meant what i said.”
katsuki wants all of you.
“i know.” you exhale, “i meant what i said too.”
you want him too.
you reach up to give him a peck then stretch to grab a few tissues from his bedside table. he snatches them from your hand. “i can do that.”
he swipes between your legs then over your ass for good measure. he’s careful where you’re sensitive, kissing your thighs and pulling down the t-shirt you’ve got on.
“i’ve gotta go,” he grunts.
“can’t you just stay? you said you’re the boss.”
bakugou’s never had you like this. wanting more from him. he feels like a mouse following a line of cheese though he doesn’t know if it’s a trap or paradise at the end. are you toying him around or is he close to you becoming undone for him?
“got a mission soon baby, if i could i would.”
then he rolls back over you, rewarding you with kisses on your cheeks, forcing you to push him away when they get sloppy. “katsuki!”
you study every scar and beauty spot when he climbs out of bed. how he stretches and grumbles, “stop lookin’ at me.”
but you continue, especially when he pulls on his underwear then his jeans. you’re fixated when he tucks himself behind his zipper, and then his t-shirt last.
“you’re not showering?”
he grabs his half eaten sandwich, shrugging, “gonna shower at the office.”
you balk, “you’ve got a shower there?”
it won’t ever get old seeing you surprised by what he has, “'course baby. a sauna too.”
“wow!”
“i’ll show you when you’re free. give you a tour.” it’s as if he’s going to war. leaving his pretty lady to fend for herself in his luxury double shower head apartment.
“okay, ‘tsuki.” you smile softly, “text me.”
he smirks, chest full of butterflies, “you text me when you’re leavin’ or stay if you want.”
bakugou didn’t kiss you hello, but he remembers to kiss you goodbye. a hard peck on your lips with his hand at your jaw, “see you doll.”
“bye, bye.”
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Once upon a time… You and Katsuki Bakugo find yourselves teaming up to play matchmaker for your best friends! But wait- when did your attention begin drifting to your cupid-buddy?!
K. Bakugo x fem! Reader
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A/N: I’m planning to have around 3-4 chapters (+ epilogue) for this Mini Series! Unfortunately, I cannot have a fixed schedule since college is stressing me out, but please follow and show some love! ❤︎
Warnings: References to many memes, not proofread, Bakugo's nickname for you is "glitter eyes", KiriMina as the secondary ship
𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙇𝙊𝙂𝙐𝙀: 𝘼 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙘 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚!
It was two in the fucking morning.
For a second, he just lay there, sprawled across his mattress, staring up at the ceiling like the noise might disappear if he ignored it hard enough. His chest rose and fell slowly as he forced himself to breathe through the irritation, eyes already twitching.
Another knock. Louder this time.
BANG. BANG. BANG.
Bakugo dragged a hand down his face. It had only been a few months since the doctors finally said he didn’t need to be on constant medication for his heart anymore. He was not about to send himself right back there because some idiot decided two in the morning was the perfect time to start pounding on his door.
He took a slow breath.
In.
Out.
Just ignore it. For once in your life, choose peace.
Silence lingered for a moment. He signed in contempt, letting himself start to drift back to sleep. Then, BANG. BANG. BANG.
A vein in his temple throbbed. Bakugo shoved the blankets off himself and swung his legs over the edge of the bed, already scowling. Sparks flickered instinctively in his palm as he stomped toward the door, irritation rolling off him in waves.
Whoever was on the other side was about to get blasted straight through the hallway wall. Do they have no concept of time?
Use your brain, you extra! The thing in your head, use it!
He yanked the door open, palm already glowing, lips turned into an ugly snarl,
Then, he froze.
Because standing there, hair slightly messy from the night air, breath a little uneven like you’d been running, was you.
You blinked up at him, clearly startled by the sparks dancing in his hand.
Bakugo’s brain short-circuited, and the explosion fizzled out with a pathetic pop.
“…The hell are you doing here at two in the morning?” he demanded, voice rough from sleep. All the plans to blast whoever was on the other side were thrown out the window the second he saw you.
You bit your lip, embarrassed. “I-I know it’s 2 am, but I need your help..?”
Him? You need his help?
He stands up straighter, clears his throat slightly, and fuck- he didn’t check his mirror before opening the door. He hopes he looks good, and not like a total dumbass in front of you. “It couldn’t wait?” his gruff voice replied, trying to sound cool, mysterious, and totally not madly in love with you.
Because if he were being honest, you could genuinely ask him to fetch you a glass of water right now, and he’d ask if you want it cold or warm. In a mug or plastic cup? With lemon, vitamins, what do you want? He’d even run to the 24/7 store next to the dorm.
You gulp, looking away from him, fingers playing against the hem of your pajamas. “I-It’s about Kirishima. Is he interested in anyone right now?”
Hah?!
Bakugo feels his face whiten, his eyes deadpanned, as if he has seen multiple wars (in a way, he has), defeat spreading across his expression. Fucking shitty hair?! What the hell! He should’ve stayed in his bed, snoozing away then!
He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to quell his jealousy. Multiple answers flood across his mind, maybe even a scenario where he will blast Kirishima to another continent, so you can hopefully forget about him.
“He’s gay,” Bakugo finds himself blurting out.
Kirishima is not gay.
They actually just had a talk a few weeks before on how the redhead is planning to confess to Raccoon Eyes now that there are no more wars to worry about, and they can finally live the rest of their school lives like normal teenagers.
You blinked up at him. He blinks down at you. You wait for him to deny it, and he merely gulps. Kirishima won’t mind… Right? Maybe he can consider this as a manly sacrifice so that his bro can have a chance to earn the love of the girl of his dreams…
“Fuck- Really?” you bit your lips, obviously distressed. Okay, what the fuck. Are you that down bad for shitty hair? Seriously?! “I was planning on setting him up with Mina” you groaned, throwing your arms in the air in resignation.
Oh.
Oh fuck.
Maybe… Just a teeny tiny maybe…Kirishima will actually beat his ass if he doesn’t fix this
Bakugo cleared his throat again, sweating slightly at his mistake. “Raccoon Eyes? Why’re you bothering me then?”
“Because you’re his best friend! And I’m Mina’s best friend! I was thinking we could both work together to set them up, since I fully believed they liked each other… I didn’t know Kiri was gay…” You mumbled, shoulders slacking.
Wait.
Bakugo is smart as hell. Top 3 in class, actually. So by using his big brain and high IQ, he can intellectually conclude that your plan involved spending more time with him, as you both come up with ways to bring Shitty Hair and Raccoon Eyes together.
Does he care that you still came here at 2 am just for this? Hell no. That just means you were thinking of him this late into the night! He’s delusional.
He clicks his tongue. “I was talking about a different Kirishima.”
Your eyes squint. “...What?” You may not be smart as hell, but using your average brain and average IQ, you’re pretty sure there is only one Kirishima you both know. Bakugo refuses to look at you, red eyes gleaming in the dim hallway, transfixed to the side as if the plant decor is the most fascinating thing he has seen all evening.
“Yeah. There’s a Kirishima in the third years,” he mutters. You stare at him for a few seconds, trying to decide if he’s serious or not. But you can’t actually think of a reason why Bakugo has to lie. He doesn’t seem like a joking type, like Sero or Kaminari.
“So… Eijiro Kirishima is not gay..?”
Bakugo shrugs like a fake nonchalant-er. “Shitty Hair doesn’t tell me everything, but he does not mind being with girls if that's what yer askin'”
“Right. Okay. But do you think he could be interested in Mina, if ever?”
He might be a bitch at times, and a nosy bastard, but Bakugo still knows about Bro Code. So even if he wants to say that Hell, if Shitty Hair had a dog quirk, he’d wag his tail back and forth for Pinky Pie, he exhales quietly instead. “Sure, whatever. I can see those two dumbasses becoming a thing.”
He watches as you perk up, smiling widely. “Really?! Does that mean you can help me set them up?”
Chill, Bakugo’s easy. He tries to ignore the way his heart stutters when your eyes shine, “Tch. Don’t get the wrong idea, Glitter Eyes. I’m only going to help because you’re shit at not being obvious.”
You wave off his comment, focusing instead on his agreement to your plan. “All I’m hearing is that you’re willing to help! Thanks, Bakugo! Let’s plan more in the morning!”
Hurrah! He dribbles, he shoots, he scores!
“Yeah, yeah. Now get lost already, nerd.” He watched as you skipped away with happiness, keeping his arms crossed. The minute you were out of sight, and he enters his dorm room again, he jumps to his bed and smiles.
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A/N: Since this is in their second year, I originally wanted the other couple to be IzuOcha, but I feel like it would be way harder to write their scenes, since I then have to tackle both OFA and Toga (which I don't mind, but I was hoping to have this mini series focus mostly on reader and bkg!).
I am also aware that it is weird for reader to show up at 2 am, but the reason will be addressed in future chapters hihi
Timeskip!Kirishima x chubby reader
Wanting to exercise again can be difficult when past experiences left you with traumas. Luckily your boyfriend has a sweet idea, and kind words and hands that soothe your system.
cw: fluff/comfort, body image issues, implied fat-shaming
a/n: ok, so this began as a little fluffy thing and it kinda drifted into deeper... things than i thought lol but i like how soft it still turned out, so even if i feel a tad exposed i'll still post because it's kinda comforting, to me at least.
It has been on your mind for some time, the thought of getting back to exercise. Your body has been telling you in little ways; how the hill behind your house is taking longer to reach, your favourite pair of jeans getting just a tad tighter.
Walking out of the shower you see it reflected in the mirror, your belly rolls glistening amidst the steam, little droplets falling on your folds like wavy slides at kid’s parks.
“Babe”, your boyfriend’s voice shakes you from your thoughts. Now that the water’s not running anymore, you hear the clinking of plates in the kitchen. “Dinner’s almost ready, you good?”.
“Yes, be there in a minute”, you reply. A sigh, then you throw the towel over the mirror.
Kirishima hums as he sets the table, a lovely dinner he kindly made on his day off. He flashes you a big smile, coming up to you and holding you by the waist. Peppers your face with kisses, pausing a few times in between to say “My. Hot. Babe. Comeeatup. Or I will. Eat you. Here”.
With a giggle you push him away and sit to enjoy the meal. During dinner you’re quieter than usual, though. And of course he notices; how you don’t fully clean the plate, the typical spark in your eyes dimmed a little.
When you’re done he offers to dry your hair in hope the comfort from his touch might make you open up. It usually works anyway.
He sits on the bed, you between his legs, gently squeezing out the water with a towel and massaging your scalp before picking up the blow dryer.
You relax under his careful hands, so big and yet so tender when it comes to you. Once he’s done, you sink into his chest, closing your eyes and focusing on the steady motion of his breath.
Before he can open his mouth to ask, you murmur “I’d like to start working out again”.
He puts his cheek on yours. “That’s awesome. You could come down at the agency, we can be gym buddies”.
Your shoulders stiffen at the word, nails digging into your palm as you clench your fist.
“No, I… I don’t think I can go back to a gym”.
Kirishima feels it, your reaction, and his full attention is immediately directed at you.
“Hey, it’s ok”, he says gently, shifting and leaning in to look at you fully. “If it’s uncomfortable—”
“It’s stupid”, you cut him off with a sigh.
“It’s not”, his arms hold you tighter, the warmth of his chest dissipating on your back and slowly melting away the tension in your muscles. “Whatever it is, if you shut off like this, it’s not”.
You hesitate, then force the words out. “The last time I went people stared. A group of guys laughed when I didn’t know how to use a machine properly. And someone made a comment about my body when they thought I couldn’t hear”. Thought you try to cough it away, your voice cracks at the end. “I felt so out of place. Like the room got quieter when I entered and everyone was wondering why I was there in the fist place”.
There it was. The real wound. Kirishima’s jaw tightens at the thought of anyone making you feel this way.
He gently maneuvers your body turning you slightly around, so that your legs are now draped over his thigh. His other hand is on the back of your neck, thumb rubbing soft circles over your nape.
“First of all”, he says firmly, “anyone who makes someone feel bad for trying to better themselves? That’s the least manly thing I can think of”.
“And second”, his voice is softer now, “you belong anywhere you wanna be. Gym, beach, bakery, wherever”.
You look up at him with glossy eyes. “I know. Somewhere in my mind I know, I don’t need permission to exist. But this feeling never really goes away. That I’m different and maybe I should try harder not to be”.
His brows furrow. “What do you mean?”.
“I don’t look like the girls on magazines. Or the girls at gyms”, you sniffle. “I’m soft and I get tired easily and can’t do constant sets”.
Kirishima leans forward until your foreheads touch.
“Good”.
You arch a brow. “Good?”.
“I don’t want you to look like anyone else. I want you to look like you. And I don’t care how many reps you can make, what matters is that you feel strong and good. More importantly, that you feel safe”.
Safe. You probably ever felt like that three times in your life, one being in the arms of your person —like right now.
When you tell him that, his ruby-red eyes glimmer with determination.
“Well, then here’s what we’re gonna do”, he says suddenly energized. “No gym. No staring. No jerks. We’ll train right here at home”.
“We don’t have equipment though”.
He grins. “Bodyweight training is legit, babe! Push-ups, squats, core stuff. I do have a few resistance bands to spare. We can start slow and I could build a program tailored for you”.
You shake your head, more in shock than disbelief. “You’d do that?”.
His gaze softens for a few seconds, rambling paused. “Of course I would”. He gives your cheek a featherlight pinch, then lifts you effortlessly and puts you on his side.
He stands, pacing around to keep up with his thoughts. “We’ll set up in the living room, or the balcony if you want sunlight. The weather’s nice lately after all. We’ll have short sessions, twenty minutes for 2-3 times a week maybe? And if you ever feel overwhelmed we just stop”.
As you watch him ramble and gesture around the room, a familiar warmth spreads through your chest.
“And, this is very important,” he adds, kneeling in front of you, “we go at your pace. I’m your boyfriend first”, he boops your nose, “personal trainer second”.
A soft laugh leaves your lips for the first time in all evening. Your hands find his and squeeze them three times, one of your many little ways to say I love you. He squeezes back. Right there, you get lost in those affectionate vermilion eyes, vibrant and intense like a crackling flame. You sink in their warm glow and feel the tears in your heart ache a little less.
“Sometimes I wish I could have your eyes. The mirror would be kinder, I think”.
His hands bring your palms to cup his cheeks.
“You can borrow them anytime”, he says simply. “To see someone strong enough to try again after being hurt. Someone whose body carried them through every bad day. Because I see my favorite person, with a tummy more comfortable than any pillow to lay on. And the softest, cutest boobs”, he bites his lips and closes his eyes at boobs and you can’t help but laugh at his silliness. When his thumb brushes gently on the damp trail on your cheek though, you see all the earnestness underneath.
“Your body isn’t a problem to fix. It’s home”.
That’s all it takes to finally make you spill over. He just pulls you into his chest and holds you tight, patting your back and kissing the top of your head, welcoming the turmoil of your cracked dam.
“You don’t ever have to earn the right to feel good in your own skin”, he murmurs into your hair. “We’ll build your strength because it makes you happy, not because you need to change”.
You nuzzle into his chest, his cologne filling your semi-clogged nostrils. “But I get high spikes and then sometimes when the lows hit, I quit. I don’t want to disappoint you...”
“You could never. That just means you have to rest, reset for a while”. He makes it sound so easy you can believe it too. “And try again later. "Progress isn’t linear, babe”. You feel him huff a laugh. “I learned that the hard way”.
You smile against his shirt. And once you’ve calm down you look up, finding your favorite face framed by red locks with just a hint of black roots.
A few days later, the living room is all set. Two yoga mats rolled out and resistance bands neatly set on one side, with huge water bottles.
Kirishima stands in front of you, hands on his hips, looking so proud.
He clicks a little remote in his hand and the stereo blares what you can imagine is his "pumping up playlist".
“Welcome to the most exclusive gym in town, Chez Eiji”, he announces. “Membership: one beautiful, tough woman”.
You roll your eyes but can’t hide a smile. “You’re so cheesy”.
“And you lllove it!”.
You do.
The first workout is rather simple: some squats and a plank that kills you, followed by light core work. He counts every rep softly, always encouraging. When he sees you struggling, he readjusts and waits for your ok.
When you finish you’re sitting on the floor, breathing hard. He beams at you like you’d just won a gold medal.
“See?”, he says, offering his hand to help you up. “Strong!”.
You look down at yourself, the glisten of sweat on your skin, little beads proof of work, a little shaky and tired. But the good kind of tired.
More importantly, not one bit of shame.
And your hunk of a man by your side, spurring you on.
“Yeah”, you agree quietly. “Strong”.
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eek.ᐟ.ᐟ pro hero!bakugo katsuki as your older, more seasoned sugar daddy?! (18+)
older bakugo is delectable. spiky blonde hair still wild but with a few silver threads at the temples from years of yelling at idiots and running a hero agency. mr. sexy back is pushing late 40s. scar on his face and arms more pronounced, adding that rugged edge. body? still ripped af—broad shoulders, thick arms from hero work and gym sessions, abs that could grate us like cheese, veins popping when he flexes. he wears tailored black suits that hug every muscle, or casual fitted tees that show off the goods when he’s “off duty.” always smells like expensive cologne mixed with faint smoke.
ᝰ . ♡ at first, he’s furious you’re assigned to him. too young, too happy, too eager with your damn notebook and those big hopeful eyes. he thinks it’s a joke, that someone at the commission’s testing his patience. he tells you straight up—don’t expect special treatment just because you’re cute and ambitious.
ᝰ . ♡ he watches you like a hawk, nitpicking everything. your form is “sloppy.” your reports are “wordy.” your uniform isn’t regulation-tight enough, your coffee order’s “too sweet for a real pro.” but you know he’s always reading your work first and has started running drills a little slower so you can keep up, though he’ll never admit it.
ᝰ . ♡ you tease him right back, because what’s he gonna do—fire you? you leave sticky notes on his desk with stupid doodles, bring in those pastries he pretends not to like, and roll your eyes at his barking. it becomes a game: who can get under whose skin more.
ᝰ . ♡ he gets so flustered the first time you talk back in front of his team. he’s lecturing you about protocol and you throw it back at him, reciting it word-for-word, a sly little smirk on your lips. his jaw ticks, ears red, and his team is holding back laughter because nobody talks to dynamight like that—except you.
ᝰ . ♡ he tells himself it’s just because you’re a brat, but he’s obsessed with you. watches you train when you think he isn’t looking, finds himself asking about your favorite snacks, even starts listening to the music you always hum around the office. he’s annoyed by how much he notices about you, like the way you tuck your hair behind your ear when you’re nervous.
ᝰ . ♡ it starts as a power trip for him, but for you, it’s just plain fun. you up the ante—late nights in the office, “accidentally” brushing against him when you squeeze past his chair, challenging him to spar after hours. he tries to act annoyed, but every time you giggle, you catch him staring just a little too long.
ᝰ . ♡ the tension finally snaps after a patrol. rain pouring, you’re both soaked, adrenaline high after taking down a villain. he yells at you for taking a risk; you snap back, voice trembling, telling him you just want to prove yourself. and then he grabs your face, kisses you rough and desperate, all the frustration pouring out in one messy, perfect moment.
ᝰ . ♡ the relationship stays secret—at first. you trade texts under the table, brush hands in the hallway, smirk at each other in meetings. he acts like nothing’s different, but his whole team notices the way he’s a little less explosive when you’re around. someone once calls you “boss’s favorite,” and he nearly combusts on the spot. but noww everyone at the agency knows something is definitely going on. you get the best training slots. he gets irrationally annoyed when someone flirts with you. and he suddenly started keeping snacks in his office that just happen to be your favorites. kirishima once walked in on you sitting on bakugo’s desk eating and giggling, kicking your damn feet! kirishima isn't stupid! so, he backed away and said, “yep. not my business.”
ᝰ . ♡ he pretends it’s not sugar daddy behavior. if you ever call him that he immediately snaps back with something like “the hell i am. i just have money and you’re bad at taking care of yourself.” (even though you are clearly good at that) meanwhile he’s paying your rent, replacing your broken laptop, and buying you three pairs of boots because you once said your feet get cold.
ᝰ . ♡ he’s a sucker for domestic moments, even if he’ll never admit it. loves when you wear his old dynamight shirts around your place, wakes you up with coffee and those grumpy morning kisses. if you fall asleep on his couch, he’ll toss a blanket over you and glare at anyone who dares wake you up.
ᝰ . ♡ he has a weakness for when you call him “katsuki.” most people still say dynamight or bakugo. when you say his name casually it knocks the wind out of him for half a second every time. ooh he loves it so much. he tries not to get all feral when you call him by his first name.
ᝰ . ♡ his love language is aggressive financial security. he hates the idea of you struggling. if he hears you stressing about food no matter how little or alot, hero licensing fees, or equipment, he’ll just open his phone and transfer money like it’s nothing. when you protest he just grunts “i make more in a week than you will in five years. quit whining.”
ᝰ . ♡ he absolutely buys you gear for hero work. custom support gear. upgraded costume pieces. new boots with reinforced soles. he frames it as practicality: “if you’re gonna be working under me you better have decent equipment.” codeword for “you're gonna look better than any extra out there.”
ᝰ . ♡ you’re the only person allowed to touch his stuff. his car, his bike, his office chair, his phone when he’s driving. everyone else at the agency treats his things like sacred artifacts but he’ll toss you the keys without thinking.
ᝰ . ♡ he is extremely possessive in subtle ways. his hand on the small of your back in crowded rooms. standing just a little too close behind you. telling people “she works with me” in that tone that means don’t even think about it. make no mistake: he will blow anyone up who tries you.
ᝰ . ♡ he likes when you spend his money. you once joked about it and he just shrugged and said “better you than some useless investment firm. or the government.”
ᝰ . ♡ he’s softest when you’re tired. after long patrol days he’ll shove you onto the couch in his office and order food for both of you. he’ll sit nearby doing paperwork while you nap with his jacket over you.
ᝰ . ♡ late nights after hero work, he'll dismiss you early just so you can get home first, then he comes home exhausted, collapses on the couch, pulls you into his lap without asking. buries his face in your neck, voice rough “you smell like home, fuck.”
ᝰ . ♡ in the bedroom, he’s all obsessed energy and rough praise. calls you a brat, tells you he should “fire your ass for distracting him,” but pulls you closer anyway, grumbling about how you drive him insane. his hands are everywhere, big and callused, leaving marks and pulling you into his lap whenever he feels like reminding you who’s in charge. loves pinning you down with one hand, the other leaving scorch marks (controlled, never hurts) on your thighs. repeats “look at me when i fuck you” while pounding deep and slow, making you beg. bigggg on quirk play. warm palms heating your skin, then explosive sparks teasing your clit just enough to make you scream his name. aftercare is gruff but sweet: pulls you into his chest, mutters “you did good, dumbass” while stroking your hair, orders room service so you don’t have to move.
ᝰ . ♡ he absolutely spoils you with experiences. not just money. private range training sessions. high-end gyms (that costs like ¥80,000/mo). weekend trips under the excuse of “recon practice.” flies you private to tokyo for weekends and says "food trip." because you know your man loves a good dinner, books entire inns so it’s just you two soaking in onsen while he drawls about how good you look wet. shopping? he sits in the dressing room, legs spread, arms crossed, barking “try the next one. slower.” buys whatever makes your eyes light up, then fucks you in the changing room mirror so you watch yourself get ruined in designer everything.
ᝰ . ♡ he secretly loves that you’re younger. not in a creepy way, but because your energy keeps him from becoming the grumpy old pro hero everyone expects him to be. you drag him out to dumb events and he complains the whole time but still goes.
ᝰ . ♡ despite all his posturing, he brags about you constantly. shows off your hero stats, corrects anyone who underestimates you, and, on tough days, tells you in a low, honest voice that you’re the best damn sidekick he’s ever had—even if you are a pain in his ass.
ᝰ . ♡ and the biggest thing: for all the money, the gifts, the power he has… the one thing that completely melts him is when you lay in bed with him and just hold him. because for someone like bakugo, who spent his whole life fighting and clawing to the top, being the person you trust the most is worth more than anything he could buy.
synopsis ! fast car rides with katsuki gets your stomach tumbling, especially when he's about to propose at the end of this one.
warnings ! katsuki bakugo x female reader, sfw, mature language/use of curse words, fluff, established relationship, pro-hero bakugo but not relevant to plotline. word count ! 1k
aftercare oneshots ₊⊹ m.list
a/n ! i loved writing this and i love aftercare, i listen to it on repeat, expect more oneshots based off the songs in aftercare !!
NOW PLAYING . . . PASSENGER PRINCESS — NESSA BARRETT !
Your gaze followed the speed meter as the number increased briskly, your foot tapping on the floor of the car. A small smile formed on your face as you caught a glimpse of Bakugo in your peripheral vision.
"You done staring?" Bakugo grumbled with a smirk, one hand gripping the wheel while the other took its spot on your bare thigh, briefly lifting off as he switched gears.
You rolled your eyes playfully, studying the dusky, star-littered sky for a moment before returning your attention to him, quickly taking a peek at his bicep that was too big for his t-shirt.
"Wasn't staring," you bit the inside of your cheek as you felt the car rumble beneath you, somehow it was getting faster, anything more and you were sure it would explode, and you'd both be ash with it.
Your eyes trailed the bulging veins in his arm that rested on the wheel, earning an eyebrow raise from Bakugo. He knew you liked certain features he had, especially his well-defined muscles, which he had gained from training and being a pro-hero.
He cleared his throat, his foot slamming on the accelerator after changing gears, "Got a bit of drool on your chin," he rasped, his words laced in cockiness as he flexed his bicep on purpose, knowing you'd get enjoyment out of the view.
"As if," You scoffed, but he was painfully right; you enjoyed every second of admiring him. "No idea where you get that big ego from."
His finger rubbed circles on your leg soothingly, contrasting his rough and cocky words. You reached over and rolled down the window, relishing the crisp air that brushed against your face.
The car made a warning sound you were too familiar with as Bakugo sped up once again, "Aren't we going a bit fast?" Your hand flew to his, clamping down as hard as you could, a soft chuckle leaving his mouth.
"Forgot how much of a fucking scaredy-cat you are." He shook his head in disbelief. Not a single bone in his body worried about how quickly they were going; he had done it countless times before, and you were in the car.
Harsh winds bashed your face, the tip of your nose slowly blushing as the temperature in the car dropped. The overly audible sound in the car is your piercing heartbeat, extensively pounding against your chest so hard you thought it would propel out of your chest.
An awkward laugh left your lips, followed by a shaky sigh. Your grip on Bakugo's hand got even tighter as he continued to go the same speed, earning multiple honks from cars in all directions. "I hate your reckless fucking driving." You twirl a piece of your hair between your fingers, hunching over in the seat.
"Oh? Is that why I see a small smile creeping up on your face every time? 'Cause you hate my reckless driving, huh?" An arrogant smirk plastered on his face as he turned to study you, "Ease up, will you?"
You lightly smacked his arm, furrowing your brows with arms crossed across your chest, "Where are you even taking me?" Your question caused his body to tense; he still hadn't told you where he was taking you, and he had no intentions of doing so since it was a "secret".
"Stop fuckin' asking me, you'll see when we're there." His words always sounded aggressive, but they never quite were, not when he was with you. You were his princess, someone he wanted to take care of and always shower with attention and care, even if he wouldn't admit it.
He observed you with soft and doting eyes; the way your hair flowed in the wind, the dainty beauty marks littering your skin, how you'd be sure to grab his hand immediately if you got a rush of adrenaline from the fear.
Bakugo knew it was about time; he knew it was always going to be you from the beginning, and he was ready to take the extra step, no matter how much it made him feel like he was going soft. He was willing to be called a softie, but only for you, no one else.
You giggled quietly, "What? Why are you staring at me like that, 'Suki?" Your smile grew as did his. You were both completely enamored of one another; it was quite vile, actually, or Bakugo would like to pretend like it was. He'd never tell anyone that you managed to find your place in his heart, slowly but surely.
Bakugo smashed his foot down on the brakes, reaching a sudden red light, and both jolted forward, the wind being taken out of you. You both slowly looked at each other wide-eyed, stomachs fallen down to your asses.
"Fuck. Scared the shit out of me," Bakugo ran a hand through his blond hair in defeat. Both his hands were clutching the steering wheel, not letting go.
"Thank fuck. You finally admit it, it is scary!" You complain, an 'I told you so.' tone in your voice, you were waiting for Bakugo to finally admit that speeding through in his car was terrifying, and he only got away with it due to his daily job being an act of service to the country.
This wasn't the only intimidating thing Bakugo was facing today. He switched the car off after he parked it, got out of the car, and nonchalantly strode to the other side, where he opened the car door for you and offered his hand.
"You're being weirdly gentlemanly.." You squinted at him with a slight turn of your lips, and he shook his head in disbelief with a signature smirk on his face. You patted down your dress, inspecting whether there was anything on it, and if your hair sat nicely or if your makeup was ruined already, you had a feeling.
"Just.. Come on, princess." Bakugo held your hand in his, squeezing it tightly before you both walked side by side into the venue.
wait wait wait imagine katsuki reacting to pro hero!reader’s thirst edits made by fans (even spotting them commenting on one of the posts) 👀
Ahh my first ask! I’m so happy 🥺 tyy for requesting this :) I’m ngl I kinda messed up cuz I misread what u asked but I recovered so I hope this is good and ur satisfied 😭
Pro hero Dynamight reacts to thirst edits of you
The camera lights flicker on, and the set is ready. The crew is behind the scenes, adjusting things as the host smiles toward the camera.
Interviewer: “Welcome back, everyone! Today we have the one and only Katsuki Bakugou, the explosive Pro Hero Dynamight, joining us again for another round of interviews! It’s great to have you back."
Bakugou smirks, arms crossed, in his usual grumpy demeanor.
“Last time I was here—,” he says, “I was called possessive, noticed for my cuddles, embarrassingly admitted that I caught feelings first and more embarrassing things. But yeah, I’m cool to be here... I guess.”
Interviewer: “Always a pleasure. So, Dynamight, your hero work has been amazing as always. What would you say is your biggest goal right now?"
Bakugou: "My goal? To be the number one hero, obviously. I don’t settle for second place."
Interviewer: "Sounds like you're still as driven as ever. What’s next for you?"
Bakugou: "Keep working my ass off, help people and the city, and get stronger. You’ll see me at the top, no doubt about it."
Interviewer: "that’s great spirit. So what’s your biggest motivation? What keeps you going?"
Bakugou: "Y/N. She’s... a big reason I keep pushing myself."
Interviewer: nodding "That’s sweet! Speaking of Y/N, we know the two of you are quite the power couple. How’s the relationship been going? Anything special you’d like to share?"
Bakugou pauses for a second then responds. “It’s good. Y/N’s strong, smart, and doesn’t take shit from anyone. That’s what I like about her." he crosses his arms tighter, but there’s a small proud smirk on his face
Interviewer: “seems you really love her. Isn’t he smitten for his kitten everyone” the interviewer laughs a bit before bringing it in.
Now, since you’re in the mood to share some things with your fans, we thought it’d be fun to try something a little different today. We’ve been getting some interesting tweets from your fans—specifically, about your girlfriend, Y/N.”
Bakugou immediately sits up straight, looking intrigued “Oh yeah? What’s this about?”
Interviewer: grinning “Well, we thought it’d be fun to get your live reaction to a few of the more... enthusiastic thirst tweets people have been sending about her. What do you think?”
Bakugou: shrugs nonchalantly “I’m down. Someone’s gotta put these weirdos in their place.”
thirst tweet #1
@HeroineHeart
"I would let Y/N step on me any day... she could literally ruin me and I’d thank her for it.
Bakugou rolled his eyes. “Step on you? What kind of twisted crap is that? Y/N ain’t here for that. People need to calm down. She’s not some... whatever fantasy y’all got goin’ on.”
thirst tweet #2
@BakugouGFstan69
"Not even kidding, if Y/N told me to beg for her love, I’d do it. She could break my heart and I’d still love her more
“Hell no. Y/N doesn’t need anyone begging for anything. She’s not here for that kinda drama.” He scoffed, shaking his head. “Some of these people need a reality check.”
thirst tweet #3
@she_loves_me
“I love Y/N thunder thighs. Wish I had a piece of that”
@krispycremepiedby replies
“UGH YES, I wish she would crush me, choke me. Whatever she wants, I’m begging 😩😭
Bakugou’s face twisted in disgust. His eyes darkened. “What the hell did I just read? Choke you? Are you outta your damn mind?” He slammed the phone down on the table, his hand flexing in anger. He sits back, glaring at the camera as he exhaled loudly. “I can’t take any more of this. He said rubbing his temple.
“These people are twisted. I don’t know what the hell is wrong with some of ‘em, but no one talks about Y/N like that. She deserves respect, not to be treated like some... whatever the hell that was.” He shook his head. “If anyone’s got a problem with it, they can come say it to my face.”
The interviewer nervously laughs, glancing toward the crew behind the cameras.
“Alright, alright—maybe the thirst tweets were a little too much.”
Bakugou scoffs. “A little?”
“So let’s try something less… unhinged.”
The screen behind them lights up.
“How about some fan edits of Y/N instead?”
Bakugou raises a brow, leaning back in his chair.
“Fan edits?”
He scoffs lightly.
edit #1
The screen behind them lights up with the first edit.
It’s footage from a joint interview you and Bakugou did months ago—slow motion clips of you laughing at something he said, the camera catching the small smile on your face as you glance toward him. Soft music plays over the edit while subtle transitions fade between clips
“Tch. They slowed it down for dramatic effect.”
He squints at the screen.
“…Still looks good though.”
edit #2
The next edit starts playing—short clips of you smiling during hero work, waving to civilians, laughing with kids during patrol. Someone added sparkles and pastel overlays over the video.
“Why’d they put sparkles on it?”
The interviewer laughs.
Bakugou shrugs.
“…Not wrong though. She does look good.”
edit #3
The third edit immediately looks different.
Darker music plays over clips of you on the battlefield dodging attacks, launching forward, dust swirling around you as you land after a strike. One clip freezes on you standing in the middle of the destroyed street, eyes focused and confident.
The caption at the top reads:
“Bro Y/N is such a badass.”
Then the interviewer scrolls.
“Oh—looks like Y/N commented.”
They read it out:
@Y/N: “stopp cuz why does this edit go hard 😛u ate!! ”
Bakugou leans forward in his seat.
“…She said that?”
A slow smirk spreads across his face.
“Yeah. That one’s accurate.”
He nods toward the screen.
“Damn right it goes hard. She’s fucking hot”
He glances toward the crew.
“Can you send me that one?”
Later that evening, Bakugou pushes the door open to the apartment.
The smell of food drifts from the kitchen.
He finds you there.
You’re standing at the counter, scrolling through your phone while waiting for something on the stove.
He walks up behind you.
Strong arms wrap around your waist as he leans down, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek.
You laugh softly.
“Saw your interview,” you say. “Looks like you’re blowing up.”
You turn your phone around, showing him the screen.
Clips flood your feed—TikToks and tweets replaying the moment he asked for the edit.
One tweets reads:
“DYNAMIGHT ASKING FOR HIS GIRL’S EDIT IS INSANE 😭”
Bakugou watches the clip of himself on the screen.
thinking about bakugou who’s forced to go to rehab after a crazy mission where he pulled and strained multiple muscles. this recommended rehab specialist which all heroes use tells him that he runs a stretching class in the evenings in the local gym on the side of doing his one on one sessions with pros. bakugou has nothing to do, basically bed bound, off all future missions and can only to regulated exercise so he turns up.
bakugou hates rehab. it makes him feel like a baby beginning to walk. they force him to lift weights that weigh the same as mangos and he has to do these stretches that he sees the elderly do when he does nursing home visits.
this stretching class, it’s exactly how he expects. a class full of women. about 13 of them, majority elderly with their leggings and sleeveless jackets. there’s two other women in the corner a few years older than him but they don’t even look bakugou’s way. and then you.
definitely his type. his type to a t, so much so that it’s a little painful to look at you. you wave to the instructor at the front and frown at bakugou.
“we never get guys here,” you pull off your joggers to reveal skin tight leggings, “especially ones like you.”
he doesn’t know if he should be offended or if he’s in the wrong here. your eyes flick up and down his body. still massively muscled. thick tape over his biceps. a knee band on his left.
“i uh—,”
and the class starts, with this relaxing, walking in the forest music and you forget bakugou’s even beside you. he’s still dumbly looking at you like he needs to reply but he’s taken a second too long and missed his chance.
you in your leggings, sports bra and light gym top. he can see the purple racer back of your bra under your top. he wants to talk to you. ask you if you were being rude there or are you always that blunt to strangers?
he copies everyone by standing behind his own black dynamight official merchandise gym mat. everyone else is using the dingy brown gym logo ones.
bakugou can only think that this is why you don’t want men in this class because he wants to look at you through the mirror opposite you both. he won’t though because it would be embarrassing for you to open your eyes mid stretch and find him staring. but your mat is right beside him, you are right beside him. he wants to figure you out, make ominous comments for you to think about minutes after they’ve happened.
the instructor tells the room to stretch their arms above their heads and to breathe in through the nose and out the mouth. there’s no competition in the room like there usually is when he trains with his friends. he can’t remember the last time he’s been to the local gym that smells like sweat and the wallpapers peeling off the walls. everyone’s at different levels, some barely able to stretch their arms straight, others shaking and some just doing what they can.
you, when he does peep over, look like you’re in your own world. he can hear your soft breaths beside him, the crack in your knee when you all move to the next position.
he tries to be normal when hes laying flat on the ground and then twists to stretch his hips because you let out this little sweet, “fuck.”
bakugou’s not even facing you when you say it but amongst the somewhat calming music that crackles through the cheap speakers, he can still hear it. it doesn’t get him hard because he’s grown enough to have some sense and context. it was a good stretch for you. but his eyes widen and his body stiffens
it’s embarrassing when bakugou can’t do a basic stretch of his leg due to his accident. has him grumbling under his breath when the instructor helps him into place and a few old ladies turn to look at him. he huffs when he lets out a groan and you giggle at him. fucking giggle.
it’s even worse when he mishears left for right and he ends up facing you for a stretch.
his eyes are ping pong balls, pupils bouncing from you to the wall to his feet then your lips then your eyes. but instead of spinning the right way, he just stays facing you. he feels worthy when you laugh, lucky when you make a comment.
“wrong way, silly.”
it feels like you’re flirting. is he so stupid that a woman talking to him feels like flirting? maybe he just wishes you were.
he stares at you when you inhale, when you shut him out by slide your eyes closed to concentrate. then how your chest softens with the exhale. bakugou looks away at the end of the countdown so you don’t catch him looking.
the session is only half an hour and when it gets to the end, he wants to ask for your name. or your number. he can’t do that, you come here to stretch not find a boyfriend. don’t people do that at gyms all the time? aren’t gyms just dating breeding grounds? he hasn’t even said a word to you yet.
the instructor turns the music off and without that filling the empty space bakugou is scrambling for purchase. but you’re already up to hang the gym mat on the wall and grabbing your bag in the corner.
“see you next week jim!”
said to the instructor. then you look at bakugou, again your eyes flicker up and down his body. he can’t tell if you’re laughing at him or still confused to why he’s in this class or if you like what you see. he gets a short nod and a small smile from you. then you turn around before he can even reply.
he hasn’t even rolled up his mat yet.
jim walks over to him, “dynamight! i know that probably wasn’t your usual speed but rehab will be similar to that. i can message your team for your free days and we can get our sessions booked in the calendar.”
“i wanna come back to these sessions.”
jim frowns, “at the gym? your one on ones will be at home, personalised to fit your care.”
“we can do both? or i can do these, it’s the same shit anyway isn’t it?”
bakugou rubs his top lip against his septum. is he really fucking up his rehab journey for the chance to see you again? maybe.
“i say we do both, dynamight. good to know you enjoyed my session here. i only do these for free to help the community.”
bakugou nods, half paying attention. he’s learn this skill from being surrounded by friends that talk more than necessary. he wonders if he should ask jim your name? no that might be creepy if you find out. no it isn’t. maybe he can catch you on your way out. or maybe you’ve gone into the workout space? oh fuck, he’s too late again isn’t he?
“just call me bakugou. i’ll see you next week for sure.”
Living with bakugou means he unlocked new privileges like being in the bathroom while you shower.
You think he’s not paying any attention to you through the glass. Just brushing his teeth as usual. But what you don’t notice is him boring holes into you as you soap your tits up like it’s a show just for him.
Toothbrush forgotten in his mouth as he is slack jawed at the sight of you. Did you want him to watch? Shit do you want him to take off work? He will.
Once upon a time… You wonder what it means to be in love, and you end up finding the meaning through the experiences you shared with a certain hot-headed classmate of yours
K. Bakugou x fem!eader
⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔
A/N: Sue me for making another Taylor-inspired fic HAHAHA. I currently have no classes, which is why I decided to man up and start fixing the dozens of fics I have written about Bakugo. I might post 2-3 more fics within the week, once I finish polishing them (they’re all in my notes app), then I'll let college life ruin me again (๑T . T ๑)
Warnings: Fluff to Angst. Not proofread
People say that when you’re in love, your entire world stops. Your heart beat quickens… And you cannot breathe.
That line was something you saw online once, in an edit of a movie that made you cry.
In those moments of reflection, you found yourself pondering the depth of that sentiment. Is love truly as extraordinary as it sounds? What does it mean to fall in love? Can one genuinely hand over their heart to another, surrendering completely in a way that invites someone to explore the most intimate corners of their soul?
How is it possible to gaze into someone's eyes and feel an undeniable certainty that they are the one meant for you?
As your first year at U.A. unfolds, you come to an illuminating realization: love manifests in countless forms, each as profound as the last.
It can strike with the force of a speeding train, especially in the way you effortlessly bond with your classmates. There’s a warmth in platonic love that envelops you, a safe haven where you can share your innermost fears and dreams without hesitation. You allow them to peer into the depths of your soul, confident in the knowledge that the friends you've chosen will listen and not once judge you for who you are.
You open the door to your heart, inviting them into your bubble, and you find yourself surprisingly unguarded. You willingly stay up late to gossip and learn skin care techniques, and you willingly stay on campus after hours to train with them.
In their presence, you feel the electric charge of possibility; the belief that, together, you can scale the tallest mountains and conquer your most ambitious dreams. Each evening, you return to the warmth of your shared space, wrapped in their company and savoring the smiles they offer.
But love can also be so intense, like the man before you.
Katsuki Bakugo.
At first glance, you felt a palpable distance from him. Katsuki Bakugo radiates an imposing presence that compels those around him to shrink away, as if he harnesses an innate power that foretells his destined greatness. Despite the fear he instills and the frustration his explosive temperament often provokes, one cannot overlook the sheer intensity of his determination.
His determination burns fiercely, an unquenchable flame that refuses to be snuffed out, driving him relentlessly forward. Each spark of his resolve illuminates the depths of his ambition, revealing a spirit that won't waver, no matter the hurdles in his path.
He works harder than anyone else, a truth that becomes starkly clear the more you take your time to observe him. He spends his days sticking to his strict schedule, waking up before dawn to begin his training while everyone else still sleeps soundly in their rooms. You only found out how early he left for training when you saw him downstairs with a gym bag as you went to grab water from the dorm kitchen.
With an unwavering commitment, he is his own harshest critic, demanding excellence from himself with a pressure no one even asks of him. Bakugo’s singular focus on becoming the number one hero is evident, and he speaks with an authority born from hard work and genuine achievement, never resorting to hollow boasts or empty bravado.
There’s an undeniable edge to his confidence, an understanding that he has the skills and dedication to back it up. And slowly, you feel your heart burn in the same intensity he has for his quirk.
Because he is not just some other student working to be a hero, he is the one who faced capture at the hands of villains, a dark cloud hanging over him as they tried to break his spirit. He fought back with everything he had, his unwavering resolve shining bright against the odds.
The longer you observed him, the better you saw just how amazing he is.
When his friend group simultaneously had their stomachs rumble in hunger, you watched from the other side of the dorm how he quietly got up, and moments later, he returned, cradling a steaming tray of freshly cooked food in his hands. The aromatic scents wafted through the air, instantly lifting spirits and drawing everyone’s attention.
There was a time when you leaned against the wall, and you couldn’t help but overhear a heartfelt conversation. When Kirishima expressed his own insecurities, fearing he wasn’t as strong as the others, you felt a pang of sympathy for him. You were struck by Bakugo’s response, he may have delivered his words with his usual gruffness, but there was an undeniable warmth behind his tough exterior. He assured Kirishima, his voice firm yet it held no lies.
You also remembered the time that he helped your classmate, Koda, find his rabbit. How he treated the little animal with care. This was just one of countless instances where he extended his help to others. Despite his often aggressive and fiery personality, these moments revealed a compassionate side, proving that he genuinely cared for those around him, even when he wanted to deny it.
Then, as you sat in the common room, a wave of tension and stress washed over you, tightening your chest. The dim light from the overhead lamp cast a warm glow over the scattered papers and textbooks. Tears threaten to leave your eyes when suddenly, you watch as a hand slides a plate of your favourite food, and you suspect you already know who it is.
You looked up at his crimson eyes staring down at you, and you felt like the world had stopped. Your heartbeat quickened, each thud echoing like a drum in your ears, and a tightness gripped your chest, making it difficult to draw even a breath.
That day, you learned that love is as intense as the feeling burning in your skin. When he mumbled to you to scoot over, as he guided you through the topics, you realized how effortlessly passion could intertwine with the simplest of moments.
Love, as you feel right now, can be compared to when light hits a disco ball, and the surrounding walls are littered with magical glittery specks of color.
With the shiny wooden floors of the common room, excitement bubbles in the air. Everyone celebrated at Todoroki and Bakugo getting their hero license, and tonight marks the day that brings you all closer to achieving your dreams.
You laugh as Bakugo has crumbs of cake on his lips and a bit of frosting on his cheek.
With a gentle tap on his arm, you notice his intense gaze shifting to you, his attention locking in an instant. A rush of warmth floods your chest as a mix of joy and affection washes over you. You slowly extend your finger, tracing the path to his cheek, wiping away the frosting with a delicate touch.
The surprise etched on his face is precious, a brief moment where the usually brash and fiery Bakugo looks utterly disarmed. His cheeks flush a lovely shade of pink, contrasting with his typically serious demeanor, and you can't help but feel a flutter of happiness at this unexpected vulnerability.
It was not an invitation, but as Jirou played some 50 cents song by the dorm’s speakers, you wished you had kissed him that day.
You wished you could ignore any sense of rationality, no matter how inconvenient that action would be. It would’ve been the best mistake to tiptoe and bring your lips against his own. Because love does not warn you before scattering itself across every part of you.
Love is like fireworks.
It’s dazzling enough to shake you. Powerful enough to leave you breathless, instead, you stand in awe as you watch its beauty. You know it's dangerous, but you cannot help but step closer and feel the burn on your skin.
The tension between you and Bakugo is obvious to everyone around you, even to those who do not have all five senses.
Staying friends is safe. But it doesn’t mean you should. Each day, each lingering touch, you wished you were brave enough to step closer. You wished you had crossed that thin, blurry line and poured your heart out.
You once nurtured innocent dreams of a moment when you could finally confess your feelings to Bakugo. You longed to shout to the world that Katsuki Bakugo, the fierce and fiery boy known for his explosive power, had captured your heart completely.
Never did you expect to find yourself beside him on the battlefield. Your body screams for you to take a break, but it was your heart that sank as you watched him, unwavering and fierce, charge toward Shigaraki. Time seemed to slow as he extended his palm, the air crackling with anticipation, and unleashed a breathtaking display of color and force, each explosion a dazzling testament to his power and passion. It was both beautiful and terrifying.
The scream that tore your throat was not one of confession, but the absolute fear that made you feel like you wished to be in his place instead.
Your entire world stops.
Your heartbeat quickens, and you feel like you cannot breathe.
His body landed on the ground with a terrifying sound. One that will haunt your dreams for years to come.
You shakily wrap your arms around him. You tremble, trying to ground yourself as your fingers trace his face you used to dream of holding. His body, once warming you up in the coldest of nights, is now turning cold underneath the rain. The downpour is merciless, soaking through the fabric of your hero suits, and it joins your tears down to the ground.
You have so much left to say. So much left to do. There was supposed to be more time. The confession you practiced in your dorm room with the girls should have been delivered in summer, his favorite time of the year.
His heart, the one that he has wordlessly surrendered in a way that invites you to explore the most intimate corners of himself, now bleeds for the world to see.
Love hits you like a speeding train. One second you are breathing, the next you are shattered. It destroys you, making you bargain with any being willing to listen. You press your forehead against his, begging him to stay.
Love is as intense as the battlefield surrounding you; there are battle cries coming from each direction, yet the only thing that matters is Katsuki Bakugo in your arms. His eyes, once so intense and full of soul, the ones you gazed at and felt an undeniable certainty that he was the one meant for you, now start to dim. The only thing left for you to remember the original, beautiful shade of crimson is his blood pooling on your bare palms
Love is like a discoball. It made you believe in something endless. Made you remember each memory spinning in your mind. His soft smile was reserved for you, his touch, the future he was supposed to have.
All those dreams are reduced to reflections, as the discoball stills and his heart does too.
Love is also like fireworks. Fireworks, despite their beauty, are gone as quickly as they arrive.
10 years have passed. And your heart is buried in the grave where Katsuki Bakugo rests.
You drown in regret. You reached for the top hero spot, despite the odds against you. But Katsuki's memory endures, a fiery flame that refuses to be extinguished. The world will forever remember his brilliance, his tenacity, and his spirit, and you will ensure that legacy will continue for as long as you have to live without him.
Every day, you find yourself at his grave, the quiet whispers of the wind carrying your thoughts. You lean close to the headstone, your heart aching as you murmur that you should have kissed him, should have let the moment linger a little longer. That you should have ruined the friendship when you had the chance.
⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔
A/N: When I had this fic marinating in my notes app, it actually had a lot of dialogue. But I decided to discard it all, as I think having no dialogue better reflects how Reader is reflecting on the past. But angst is also not my strong suit, and I deleted the dialogue in fear that it'll be more 'cringe' than 'sad'
I have also never been in love, unfortunately (sigh), so I ended up looking on Reddit for other people's experiences… Oops. Also, the first line of the fic is actually a real movie line that I translated into English!! Let me knowwww if you guys know the movie I referenced, as it is one of my favs hehe.
The dorms were unusually quiet after the brutal training session. Most of Class 1-A had collapsed into their rooms, too exhausted to do anything but shower and sleep. The common room lights were dimmed, casting a warm glow across the couches and coffee tables.
You were stretched out on one of the sofas, still in your comfy clothes, scrolling mindlessly on your phone. Your body ached, but it was the good kind of ache—the kind that reminded you you'd worked hard.
What you didn't expect was Bakugo.
The door slid open harder than necessary, the familiar sound of boots hitting the floor echoing through the room. You glanced up just in time to see him trudging in, shoulders slumped, sweat-damp hair sticking to his forehead. His usual fiery presence was muted, exhaustion dragging every step.
He didn't say a word. He barely even looked at you.
Instead, he walked straight over and—without warning—dropped down beside you, turning so that his head landed gently on your stomach. The impact was soft, careful, nothing like his usual roughness. A quiet exhale escaped him, long and tired, as if he'd finally let himself relax.
Your breath hitched.
Before you could even react, he reached up, took your hand, and guided it into his hair. His grip was gentle, almost shy, settling your fingers against his scalp like it was the most natural thing in the world.
"...Play with it," he muttered, eyes already closed.
Your heart melted.
Slowly, you began threading your fingers through his ash-blond strands, scratching lightly the way you knew he liked. His shoulders loosened almost instantly, a barely-there hum of contentment rumbling in his chest.
For a moment, the world felt peaceful.
And then—
Silence.
A very loud, very stunned silence.
You glanced up.
Kirishima stood frozen near the kitchen, water bottle halfway to his mouth. Mina's jaw was practically on the floor. Kaminari blinked once. Twice. Sero stared openly. Even Todoroki paused mid-step, mismatched eyes widening just slightly.
Bakugo Katsuki—explosive, angry, terrifying Bakugo—was using you as a pillow.
And he looked comfortable.
Your face burned.
"Uh," Kaminari finally said, pointing. "Am I hallucinating, or is Bakugo—"
"—using Y/N as a body pillow?" Mina finished, eyes sparkling. "Because if I am, I don't wanna wake up."
You stiffened, fingers pausing in Bakugo's hair.
Slowly, Bakugo opened one crimson eye.
He followed everyone's gaze.
Realization hit.
"...Tch."
He sat up just enough to glare at the room, though he didn't move away from you. His hand was still tangled with yours, and he made no effort to let go.
"What're you idiots starin' at?" he snapped.
Kirishima grinned. "Bro... you good?"
"Shut up."
Mina clasped her hands together. "So. You and Y/N, huh?"
Your heart pounded. The secret was out. There was no going back.
You waited for Bakugo to pull away.
He didn't.
Instead, he tightened his grip on your hand and leaned back down, resting his head against you again—this time deliberately. Possessively.
"Yeah," he said. "We are. Got a problem?"
The room exploded.
"NO WAY—"
"CALLED IT—"
"HOW LONG HAS THIS BEEN HAPPENING?!"
You groaned, hiding your face in your free hand as laughter and shouting filled the room. Bakugo only huffed, clearly annoyed by the attention—but he stayed right where he was.
Later, when the noise finally died down and the others drifted away, you looked down at him.
"You really didn't care," you murmured.
He cracked one eye open, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.
"...Nah. Was tired of hidin' it anyway."
Then he nudged your hand.
"Now keep goin'. Training kicked my ass."
Smiling softly, you ran your fingers through his hair again, feeling him relax under your touch.
And for once, Bakugo Katsuki let himself rest—right there, in your arms, with everyone knowing exactly who he belonged to.
"Oh my god, chat, you guys aren't gonna believe this..." A male voice whispers from behind the camera as he walks up to the entrance of the alleyway.
"Katsu..." You giggle as your boyfriend peppered kisses all over your face.
"Shut up and let me kiss your stupid cheeks." He grumbled.
The camera zoomed in on the two of you, both in your hero costumes, Bakugo leaning against the brick wall while you stood close in front of him, hands on his chest.
"Dynamight and H/N?!?" The voice behind the camera whisper yelled. "I guess the shippers were right, bro."
Bakugo stops kissing you and pulls you into a hug.
"You gotta be more careful. That damn villain almost got you, dumbass... I don't wanna have to deal with that."
"I swear, I'll be fine. I got him in the end. I always do." You reassure.
"We really should stop. We're the only ones on patrol in this area, you know." You giggle, knowing you weren't gonna stop any time soon.
"Too bad I like this lovey-dovey shit too much." He said before starting to run his fingers through your hair gently, staring lovingly into your eyes.
"You better hope and pray nobodys around.." You say, poking his chest.
"Nah, this place is deserted."
Bakugo then looks around before staring directly into the camera. He pushes you away before pointing and barking, "OI! YOU BETTER PRAY THAT -"
Bakugos voice fades as the man with the camera runs away. "Oh, shit!" He laughs.
The video ends. You look down. It got over two million likes.
"DYNAMIGHT AND H/N CAUGHT TOUCHING EACHOTHER IN AN ALLEYWAY?!? GONE WRONG!! #DYNAH/N #BAKUY/N #SCANDAL #HECHASEDMEATTHEEND #IALMOSTDIED", The caption read.
Bakugo and you both sigh before looking at eachother.
"Rock paper scissors on who has to address it?" You ask.
finally seeing with long distance katsuki bakugo (inspired by this request)
Six months, it had been six months since you had seen your boyfriend. The amount of days it encompassed seemed too large to have been your somber reality, yet it was the hard truth.
You had been studying abroad for your third year at UA in Europe, it had been six long months filled with grey clouds and constant translation, and though you longed for your home country, and language, there was one thing you missed more than anything, and that was Katsuki Bakugo.
It had been six months since you had seen him, six months of texting, and rescheduling facetimes. You had a plan in the beginning, a schedule, but with hero internships, classes, and time differences, the two of you had not spoken nearly as much as you had intended, but that would not remain that way because the two of you had at least been smart enough to plan for him to visit.
The day had been marked on your calendar the second the plans were finalized, circled over and over in marker until you could barely read your scribbled writing. Every day leading up to it crossed off enthusiastically in anticipation. You had built it up so much in your head that when the day arrived you were filled with such an exuberant joy that you were certain even Mineta would not be able to sway.
You had tried to pretend it was a normal day, that you were completely calm about the visit when explaining to your classmates that you’d be out for the majority of the day, but the facade was easy to see through. You were aware of the possibility that Katsuki would not reciprocate the exact level of excitement, but it was a risk you were going to take; he was grumpy by nature, but joy was not extinct from his emotions. Nonetheless, the nerves still managed to circle through your stomach as you waited impatiently on the bench outside of the station. The March air flushed your cheeks red, and left you counting down the minutes until the train’s arrival. You bounced your knee impatiently as you heard it slow to a stop behind you. You had told Katsuki to take a taxi to your school, and that you would meet him there after class, an instruction you had expected to be contested, but surprisingly had not.
You stood up as people began filing out of the train, eyes peeled for spiky blonde hair among the crowd. It took you mere seconds to find Katsuki. His broad form was hunched slightly, and his crimson eyes were narrowed as he scanned the outside of the station. You moved quickly, barely slipping on your bag before your legs carried you to Katsuki. His back was facing you, one hand lifting his phone, the other holding his suitcase firmly. You could see his lockscreen as you approached, a blurry picture of the two of you taken on the evening walk from classes to UA dorms by Kirishima. Your faces were not in the photo, but it was clearly the two of you. Bakugo had gotten angry at Kirishima immediately following the redhead’s text of the images, but he had not even waited ten minutes to put it as his lockscreen. Your heart tugged at the memory, and you jabbed your fingers into the side of Katsuki’s waist.
“What the-” He started, practically leaping away as he spun around. His shocked and furious expression forced laughter out of you, and it only increased in the way his face shifted to surprise, which was immediately followed by relief, and a rare expression on Katsuki’s face: happiness.
“Suprise!” You exclaimed, and you could barely hold out your arms for emphasis before Katsuki’s were wrapped around you. The scent of burnt sugar that you had not smelled in so long filled your nose, and the realization of just how long it had been since you had seen your boyfriend hit you suddenly and sharply. Your arms tightened around him in return, wrapping around his waist as you pressed your cheek against his shoulder.
“I missed you.” He said, voice rough against your neck. He lifted his head, eyes burning into yours, and you were certain he was about to kiss you until his eyes flickered around your surroundings. Katsuki was not a person who enjoyed public displays of affection. He preferred smaller acts and touches in public, but that was vastly different from how he was in private. His hand reached for yours, and your fingers tangled together as if it had been just a few minutes since the skin had touched instead of months. Katsuki stared at you, his eyes scanning over your face as if memorizing every change. He cleared his throat before speaking, “So, are you gonna show me around?”
You nodded, a smile lighting up your face as you tugged him gently out of the crowd of people.
“So, we’ll go back to my school, and you can put your suitcase in my dorm, and then I’ll give you a mini tour. We can get food, or are you hungry now? We can go to a coffee shop.” You offered, words spoken slightly too quickly. Katsuki let out a slight huff behind you.
“Coffee sounds good.” He said, and you slowed your pace so that the two of you were walking side by side. He looked more tired than you had realized in your quick and crowded reunion. The area under his eyes was shadowed, his hair was just a bit messier than usual, and he was blinking as if to wade away sleep. He had been travelling all day and night, you realized, he needed either caffeine or rest.
“There’s a coffee shop next to my dorm.” You told him. “We can go there.”
Katsuki nodded and the two of you walked. You asked him about the life you felt you had missed: the seasons in Japan, hero course classes, changes in classmates, and internships. He answered dutifully and in great detail, explaining in a way that transported you back in time to a year ago.
You did not regret your decision to go abroad, you had met amazing people, and had so many great experiences you would not have otherwise, but when you were with Katsuki after so long, having him tell you everything that had happened while you were away, you could no help but wonder what could have been. Katsuki must have seen your wistful expression, for he quickly changed the subject
“Ready to show me around?” He asked, clearing his throat. You nodded, standing up quickly as the two of you returned to the school grounds. He bumped your shoulder on the way, asking about your time abroad, and the stories flew quickly. You were convinced your voice was sore by the time the two of you had completed your planned itinerary: lunch at your favorite park, stops in each of the cutest local shops on the main road, and a vibrant red sunset. The two of you had always talked together—no good relationship was silent—but not usually to the extent of that day, especially for Katsuki, who had gotten somewhat quieter over the years. You both were usually so involved in every aspect of each other's life that you simply did not have many new, compelling stories.
The two of you returned to your dorm content and exhausted. You had returned briefly to drop off Katsuki’s suitcase, but that had been for just a few seconds, and Katsuki had barely had a chance to look at your room. He examined it closely then, eyes lingering over the collection of printed photos taped the wall beside your bed. It primarily featured photos of the previous year. Katsuki was in half of them. There were photos of the entire class, of the two of you together, and your favorite photos of him alone.
“Nice photos of me.” He said with a smirk.
“Shut up.” You mumbled, tossing your discarded jacket at his face. “I’m allowed to miss you.”
His gaze softened slightly as he sat down on your bed. It was a bit smaller than the one at UA, and the mattress was slightly thinner, a difference you had dwelled heavily during your first month abroad.
“C’mere.” He called, laying back down onto the bed on top of your covers. You approached quickly, collapsing at his side. His exhaustion had been obvious for the majority of the day, though you had offered for the two of you to return for a nap multiple times, and you could see clearly that Katsuki did not want to stay awake for much longer. The jet lag would be terrible the next morning, and though you would not experience it, you were beginning to feel the desire to sleep.
“Someone’s a bit sleepy.” You teased, slipping underneath the covers. He shot you a glare.
“No I’m not.” He snapped quickly, and you let out a small laugh. In the evenings his anger held less worth; it could be brushed away quickly by any form of affection. Katsuki slipped off his shirt with a grumble about the temperature, before sliding underneath the covers next to you. You stole a few glances at Katsuki’s toned torso before placing your head on his chest, just above the scar from when Edgeshot had sewn up his heart. You could hear it beating now, and though you knew your boyfriend was alive, it was comforting to an audible reminder
“So, tomorrow?” He asked, a yawn splitting the question. One of his hands hesitantly dropped onto your back.
“We can sleep in, and then I have a whole list of things planned.” You answered, smiling at the thought of the exciting day. “I’m glad you’re here.”
“Me too.” He mumbled, second arm circling around you.
note: i’m sorry this took so long! hopefully it was what you were looking for. i feel like i wrote bakugo a bit ooc
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