Entry for YUZUYA’s fanart event! Decided I’d step out of my comfort zone and enter my art. So, I drew one of my favorite scenes: The Hero Gala! 💖 #KRBKSeries
Happy Valentine’s Day everyone! I hope you enjoy this one🥺💕
Warnings: A tiny bit angsty, not proofread.
Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader.
Word Count: 1.3k.
Bakugou despised this time of year. The lull after Christmas was slowly going back to normal, the weather still offered a bitter chill that had him donning his winter costume even though the evenings became a little brighter, and the worst thing about all of it— Valentines Day.
It wasn’t enough that this gave the media an excuse to question him about his love life, like it was important anyway. He’s a Pro-Hero for fucks sake, it’s none of their damn business that he’s still single and hopelessly in love with you. But it also meant the fake consumer bullshit that came along with the holiday was staring him in the face anywhere he went. Shop fascias covered in a wild array of pinks and reds, embarrassingly big teddy bears placed in the windows, and tacky gifts everywhere he looked in Musutafu. Even arcades were following through on the hype— pink gifts sat in the crane games waiting to be won, figures of different Pro-Heroes painted a bright red in commemoration of the holiday— Although, Bakugou couldn’t deny he’d be trying to win that red All Might figure on one of his days off.
But the worst thing about Valentine’s Day? The thing he despised more than anything else.
Is the fact that you’ve made him want to celebrate it.
You made it into the office a little earlier today. Whether it was the nerves that had you waking up before your alarm, or the excitement of the holiday you weren’t sure. Waving at the security at the entrance of Dynamight’s Agency as you made your way towards the elevators.
You’d ended up going to bed in the early hours of the morning, spending your entire evening trying to make Bakugou some chocolates. You’d tried to follow the recipe you’d found online perfectly, but somehow you managed to decorate your kitchen in a mixture of cocoa and vanilla. Once you’d popped them out of the moulds you were nervous, a cheap store bought box sat in your living room ready to gift instead if things went badly. And maybe you’d bring those into the office too, in case your boss didn’t enjoy the ones you’d made. Testing one to make sure you wouldn’t accidentally kill the Number Two as you decided that they were good enough. You’d wanted them to be perfect, but maybe he’d like them anyway.
Both chocolates sat in your bag as you pressed the button to call the elevator down as you clung to the strap of your handbag.
“You think you can bring down some of Dynamight’s chocolate later?” He grinned as you shifted from foot to foot nervously.
“Uh— sure.” You smiled back, wondering if your handmade chocolate would even be good enough for the likes of your boss, probably nothing compared to some of the other gifts he’d inevitably receive today.
And you weren’t naive, you’d expected your boss to receive some chocolate or gifts today. He was the Number Two Hero after all— But what you hadn’t expected was the absolute avalanche of gifts the moment you stepped out of the lift.
Bakugou’s floor was covered in hues of pink and red, so much so you thought you’d stepped inside the local department store. Not only were there a huge array of chocolates— there were floral arrangements, teddy bears, cakes and what you assumed to be piles of letters sat around your desk.
Groaning as you dumped your bag onto the ground, shouldering your coat off to place it on the hook in the corner as you wondered how on earth you were going to get any work done when you were surrounded by Valentines Day.
What did Dynamight even do with this stuff? There was no way one man could eat this much chocolate, even with a sweet tooth. Your fingers reached out to stroke one of the vibrant red rose petals as you thought about the tiny box of chocolates that now sat in your bag.
There was no way you could gift those to him now, not after seeing this. Your messy wrapping was nothing compared to the intricate designs and patterns on these gifts. The next one more lavish than the last— some must have cost hundreds, maybe even thousands as you collapsed into your chair with a pout.
Maybe if you were lucky Dynamight would let you try some of the chocolate. You were certain one of the boxes that sat decorating the room contained some of the luxury chocolate that had gold flakes inside, and maybe you’d sneak out one of the bottles of champagne to in order to have with a warm bath tonight to try and drown your sorrows.
Bakugou came into the office around midday, preparing himself for the graveyard shift as he stepped out of the elevator onto his floor. Pulling out one of his headphones as he let his vermilion eyes screen the room, groaning at how disgusting the arrangement looked as he saw you settled in the middle of it all.
“Good morning, sir.” You smiled softly, and it had Bakugou’s heart racing.
Bakugou grunted in reply as he came towards your desk, cringing internally when he noticed the strong scent of women’s perfume permeating the air. The contrasting scents mingled together as it made him feel lightheaded, wondering how you’d managed to work in this room surrounded by all this shit for so long.
“Call maintenance, get them to come up and get rid of all this shit.”
“Oh, I wasn’t sure if you’d want to see any of it—” You smiled softly.
“I dunno how you’re working surrounded by this crap, shit fuckin’ reeks.” He groaned.
“It’s not so bad,” You mumbled shyly, “I can send all the gifts downstairs, but there’s a few letters you might want to see.”
Bakugou looked back at the sacks of letters placed in the corner of the room, wondering why his PR team hadn’t gone through them and sent back generic replies with his photocopied signature like they usually did.
“Lazy assholes.” He mumbled under his breath, “You been eatin’ the chocolate?”
“Uh- yeah, sorry sir. I’m—” You’d taken what may have been your only chance to try the expensive chocolate, deciding that if you were going to drown your sorrows you were going to do it in luxury.
“Take it.” He cut you off, “I don’t care about this shit.”
“Oh,” You felt your heart drop as he continued past you towards his office.
“Fuckin’ hate this stupid day.” He mumbled, opening his office door.
“Yeah, Valentines is overrated. I’ll get this cleared up for you, sir.” You smiled wistfully as he closed the door behind him
Taking the chocolates out of your bag you decided to add them to the massive pile of gifts in Dynamight’s office. Not wanting to take them home and eat them yourself, it was already embarrassing enough that you’d spent so long making them for Bakugou when you should’ve known that you wouldn’t have a chance.
But little did you know on the other side of the door, Bakugou slumped into the chair in his office as he pulled a small gift out of his jacket pocket. Your words playing in his mind as he toyed with it between his fingers.
She thinks valentines is fucking overrated.
He’d been a fuckin’ idiot, stopping into one of the quaint, independent shops moments before closing to try and find a gift for you. Feeling stupid in his full hero costume as the store assistant smiled at him, locking the door so he could have a few moments to himself after closing to help find the perfect gift for you.
Shoving the small box into his pants pocket as he tipped the assistant generously, leaving the store to continue his night patrol.
White Day was approaching, but Bakugou wasn’t sure he could wait. Determined to give you the gift when he came into the office the next morning. But seeing your face surrounded by all those gifts from other women, and seeing how deflated you looked by the whole holiday, there was no way he could give you his gift.
Tossing the small box into the top drawer of his desk as he lay the back of his head against his chair, groaning softly.
Reasoning: his dark and mysterious ways compliment your love of poetry and art. He would absolutely sit and drink coffee with you while you tell him about things you are writing. Dark Shadow would also love to bake with you, trying to sneak some of the batter when you aren't looking. He would try to study your interests when you're not around so he can understand what you are talking about without you having to explain things over and over again. With you being a cancer, which is seen as emotional, it helps him open up with his emotions.
Song: Always- Pan!c at the Disco
Mood board:
Drabble:
"And this one psychologist had the audacity to say that all people born with vaginas have penis envy!" You ramble, sitting cross legged on his bean bag chair.
"Sigmund Freud, right?" He asks, racking his brain for the person he was reading about the night before.
"Exactly! Father of psychology my ass. He was just a dude projecting his mommy issues on the rest of the world." You laugh, leaning back and smiling at his engagement in the topic.
"If so many of his theories are shown to be false, why do so many people worship his teachings?" He asks, genuine interest etching his face.
"I don't know. Because his theories laid the groundwork for everything else I guess." You sigh, your dislike of the man clear in your voice.
"it's getting late, and you seem worked up. Let me brew you some coffee while you set your drawing tablet up. Then we can cuddle." He offers, throwing his legs off the couch and heading to the kitchen.
"That sounds wonderful. Thank you." You laugh at the subject change, carefully setting up you tablet.
“You’ll ask him, you know, because that single cut of his eyes to yours told you everything you needed to know about him.
He understands. He understands everything.”
Fanart I drew for @spacelabrathor ‘s “Give You My Wild” fic. Words can’t express how absolutely amazing it is, please check it out!
This is supposed to be when the reader meets Bakugo for the first time in chapter one. My human anatomy isn’t the best, but I had to draw this moment. I hope I did the scene justice!
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