bakugou confessing headcanons!
happy (late) bday to the literal loml, my sun, my moon, my stars, my gravity, my everything <3 i love you, katsuki bakugou, have a fantastic bday baby!!! <33 these aren’t even headcanons it’s A LITERAL MINI ONE-SHOT anyways send me asks about a shy s/o x bakugou bc IT MAKES ME SO SOFT anyways here u go uwu
Bakugou, putting it bluntly, isn’t exactly a master when it comes to emotions. He wins and succeeds at everything else in life, using his quirk, sports, cooking — you name it, he can do it and quite well at that. His heart isn’t easy to obtain either, in order for him to fall for someone, they would need to catch his attention
Following that, he just doesn’t understand. You aren’t the most soft spoken person to exist, but you aren’t as open and outgoing as your best friend, Mina Ashido. You offer mumbles of encouragement to people you come across, always encouraging them to be their best and picking them up when they fall. You’re like the sun — you shine brightly with a simple glance of your (e/c) eyes and help others flourish and grow — but you are your own demise. Your best friend knows this, and you two are often dubbed the “sun and moon” duo since she brings out the best in you and you bring out the best in her
The fact that he notices this, pisses him off to no end. You’re just a bug. A lowlife that isn’t worth his time. So he refuses to interact with you whatsoever, he’s incredibly arrogant, rude, and disrespectful to his sun. The sun that, during his darkest hours, lights up his path again. The sun that fills his heart up with light and a soft glow. The sun that keeps him up at night thinking about you
If you two are ever paired up for sparring, he releases all hell and doesn’t hold back — not that it would matter if you were his sun or not. He still murders you, figuratively and literally. Since Bakugou and emotions don’t mix well in the slightest, he’s content with ignoring you and treating you like the dirt on the bottom of his shoe. (Which is secretly a lie — everytime he sees the crestfallen gleam to your (e/c) hues his heart can’t help but twist in pain because he hurt his sun. His light.)
It doesn’t take much for your best friend, Mina, to realise what’s happening and oh my god (f/n) you like Bakugou? As in Lord-Explosion-Murder-I-Will-Kick-Your-Ass Bakugou? She knows you better than anyone, and she sees how your cheeks have a soft rose tint whenever you watch him in a forlorn manner, or how you defend him when people call him a villain, or how you seem like one of the few people that actually believe in him sometimes
Needless to say — the teasing begins. And if Mina knows, then Denki, Hanta, Eijirou and Kyouka know, which just increases the teasing. Bakugou happens to walk past you in the hallway? Cue Kirishima nudging you with his elbow and attempting to wiggle his eyebrows whilst laughing. (After Bakugou whacks into your shoulder, telling you to “Move your ass before I make you,”)
On the other hand — Bakugou’s at a crossroad. He’s coming to terms with his feelings.. since his mind has wondered off to quite innocent daydreams about you. (What dates would you enjoy? Is your skin as soft as your hands when yours grazed his once accidentally?) The daydreams were purely innocent ones, also including such themes surrounding the fact that holy fuck do you think her lips are as soft as her hands oh my g—
Bakugou hates that he’s turned so soft because god fucking damnit he’s meant to be Lord Explosion Murder, the #1 hero, and here he is, melting into a literal puddle just because of his feelings for one girl and how he wants to protect her until the day he dies and even after that
As Kirishima, our wise one, once said to Bakugou (two days ago): “Bro.. you’re whipped for her. Do the manly thing and tell her!”
Despite popular belief, he and Ochako are actually quite close and the friendly girl immediately realises that her sparring partner and friend has something on his mind. (I mean, have you ever heard of the Bakugou Katsuki getting distracted in a fight? Exactly) The girl attempts to get it out of him (even though she has noticed how he’s always hold his cheek in his palm and glance over at you during class) but he doesn’t budge.
Uraraka knows that he likes you, because sometimes she catches him talking to himself when he’s not aware that she’s listening and he always talks about you. Sometimes when he’s making a sandwich, absentmindedly he’ll make your favourite without realising it. Whenever someone mentions you in conversation and your soft spoken attitude, she’s normally sitting beside him and she can feel how fast his heart is beating and how he clenches his fist with a foreign glaze in his ruby eyes
So Mina and Ochako set out on a mission to bring Bakugou and (f/n) together because so help Uraraka if she gets another call at 3 in the morning from Bakugou who sounds lovestruck because he dreamt about you AND HE IMMEDIATELY DENIES IT GOD DAMNIT— Uraraka will cry
Mina tells you one evening, that she wants to meet you out by the training fields for extra practice, which didn’t surprise you since your childhood best friend liked to get practice in every now and then. Ochako tells Bakugou the very same thing, and after school on a very significant Friday, the two hide behind a tree trying not to burst into giggles
Bakugou’s the first to arrive, then (f/n), and the boy can feel his palms excessively sweating again and you mumble in a soft voice “Bakugou-kun.. are you okay? Your palms.. they’re sweating..” he curses you and your shy nature why must you be so cute (f/n)
You’ve been thinking lately, that you should tell him how you feel, how your heart positively races at the mere thought of him and how it keeps you up at night when you know he’s in pain, and how just thinking about him makes those butterflies flutter around in your stomach and make your skin tingle with adoration
(f/n)? In love? Why yes, thank you
Bakugou? Whipped for (f/n)? Why yes, thank you
After a while (it was literally only fifteen minutes) you began fiddling with your fingers, a habit both you and Mina had since childhood and a habit Bakugou noticed, or how you would interlock your fingers when you got nervous. So when he sees you fiddling with your own fingers, his head is positively spinning and he has to fight the urge to growl because how did he get so soft inside for just one person?
The boy’s mind replays Kirishima’s words on repeat, and as he flickers his own burning gaze to your own, timid (e/c) one with a glaze of something foreign, his breath catches in his throat as his brain pleads for him to say something because he doesn’t know how much longer he can go on like this, you staring longingly at him as his heart physically aches at the mere thought of you
“You better not make me regret this,” is the first statement that comes out, your form jumping a little due to being scared. The other boy’s fingers slowly make their way to your own fiddling ones and he can feel his heart starting to melt into a puddle of his own feelings, AGAIN GOD DAMNIT.
Before he can say anything at all, your fingers grasp at his wrists (which was quite a courageous move, considering you looked like steam was about to pool from your ears) before whispering softly;
“B-Bakugou-kun.. I need to.. say that I..” the boy’s scarlet orbs burn intensely into your own as his fingers trace a scar on your pinky finger that occurred during the training camp when the villains attacked. “I.. ah.. this is so..”
“Bakugou I, have feelings for you and I… know you probably d-don’t return those and that’s okay! B-but I just need to s-say something and..” remember how we said earlier his heart was melting into a puddle of his own foreign emotions? The fact you took the initiative? He can feel his heart beating so fast as he bites his lip because you’re starting to shake and would you be okay if he hugged you? He doesn’t want to scare you like a hurt puppy—
For the first time, he feels scared. Scared that you’ll run away, scared that his natural personality might frighten you away. (Since when did he care about someone so much that he was scared his true self would drive them away?)
Deciding to take a leap, he presses his forehead against your own that successfully ceases all your rambling. A soft rose shade tickles your cheeks at the closeness of your two bodies, as his own nose touches your own. His voice comes out in a husky whisper, muttering a small “You talk too much, damnit. Just.. be quiet.. and follow my lead..”
He leans forward slightly, and your throughts are scrambling inside your brain because, oh my god, you can feel the heat of his breath on your lips. Your palms instinctively grasp at the material of his blazer, his own hands grazing against your neck and ear as he tucks a stray strand of (h/c) hair behind your ears.
“Bakug—“
“Shh idiot.. now’s not the time for words.. just follow my lead damnit,”
His hand then pushes your head forward slightly and you’re pretty sure he can feel your heartbeat as you lean your head forward and your lips press together — and it’s as if everything over the past year, his stupid mushy feelings, your own mushy feelings, are shown with just a press of your lips
In an act of reflex, your slightly jittery fingers curl into his ash-blond locks as his arms encircle around your waist and he tugs you closer, and he can feel the heat blooming off of your cheeks and yes your lips are as soft as your hands.. is that what heaven feels like?
When he detaches (reluctantly, with a pout dancing on his lips) his breath fans over your own face, as your own eyes are lidded half way. Your heart is going so crazy right now, the scent of burnt sugar and caramel wafting through your senses, you manage to simply caress his cheeks with your fingertips which he leans into — until he leans in to kiss you again.
Will your heart be able to take any more? It seems that, right now he doesn’t care, (nor hear Mina’s squeals and Ochako’s giggles) since he’s far too occupied with tracing invisible shapes down the material of your white school blouse, tracing the shape of your spine as he presses harder against your lips. Your own response consists of a shy caress of his neck, your fingers gliding into his hair as your stomach becomes alight with butterflies. The flat of his palm presses against the small of your back, savouring the way you seem to have just melted into him and grasping into his hair. (Which, admittedly, felt quite nice — but then again the small puffs of warm breath you would release against him causes his own toes to flutter with a tingly sensation)
The two of you part, and he swears that the current image he’s seeing? He wants that in his mind forever. The sight of your flushed cheeks, as your palms are pressed flat against his chest as you’re panting non-stop with his hands caressing your waist. Your foreheads are pressed together, your own hot breath fluttering over his lips and you can feel how fast his heart is thumping, and as he places his own palms on your chest, he feels how erratic your own heartbeat is.
He parts his lips to mutter how you look cute, when you flicker your (e/c) hues up to his own with your cheeks still flushed, you suddenly bury your face into his chest — afraid you’re going to suffer from cardiac arrest. Bakugou simply caresses the skin of your neck and sometimes slipping under your shirt, your body jittering under his touch slightly. His hands wander down to your waist, and the boy simply just hugs you and oh my god he smells like burnt sugar.
You’re about to tell him something, he knows, until the sound of a twig snapping catches his attention. Looking over to the source of the noise, you see your best friend who’s squealing so much and Uraraka, Bakugou’s friend, who’s giggling whilst giving him the thumbs up. (Bakugou please don’t call her at night.. precious baby needs her sleep she knows you love (f/n) but PLEASE)
The boy, as an act of defence, shields you behind him from the two girls, although he’s not too happy about the loss of warmth or being detached from your body.
“Bakugou-kun! You should’ve seen your face! You were all “I love you…. country boy,” your face immediately flushes, your face pressing into the boy’s muscular back. (Which he quite enjoys the sensation of you doing so — not that he’d say anything)
The boy of your affections immediately begins to shout and bellow at the two girls, until Midoriya and Todoroki poke their heads out from a window, and Midoriya calls down, “Kacchan? (l/n)-san? Are you two alright?” And Todoroki just looks super done.
As Mina and Bakugou begin arguing, the said boy’s hand interlocks with yours — and through his wrist, you can sense how fast his heart is still thumping just being this close to you. Lifting his hand up to your chest, you know he can feel how fast your pulse is.
And although everyone is arguing at the moment — once Mina and Bakugou laugh it off, (more so Mina than Bakugou) the boy who just kissed you twice drags you back to his dorm where, once again, his forehead settles itself on yours as we whispers a few words that make your heart melt into a puddle of your own feelings, your palms grasping the material of his shirt as his lips press against yours again, heat fluttering to your cheeks.
“I like you as well.. just as much.”
