Naooo

[lynnllaby]

THE LIFE WE MADE!

꒰ synopsis! ꒱ — ⋆ moving in by yourself for the first time and finally getting accepted into your dream college—it should be an amazing experience, right?—turns out you’re in fact not by yourself. deal with it.

꒰ this chapter includes… ꒱ — ⋆ established bkdk, bsf!mina, suggestive comments, profanity, intelligent f!reader, no use of y/n bc I physically and mentally hate it, being a late transfer (college year is a month in), bkdk meeting you!!

⸝⸝ PREVIOUS CHAPTER -> NEXT CHAPTER ⸝⸝ ꒰ MASTERLIST ꒱

꒰ CHAPTER 1 ꒱ : MAKE IT WORK

RING! RING! RING!

The blaring—and rather annoying—sound of your alarm coming from your phone jolts you right out of your peaceful sleep. You groan, rubbing your eyes drowsily as you tap the screen of the device.

7:30.

Huh. That’s odd. Why do you have a timer set for this early? Then you get a text.

1 NEW NOTIFICATION!

💗💗 minaaa !! — girl where tf r u?? class is starting in like 35 mins, i thought you said you were gonna be here early 😭😭

Oh no.

Oh no.

It’s your first day at UA.

And you’re gonna be late.

You practically JUMP out of bed, your covers and pillows flying as you rush through your usually structured morning routine. You brush your teeth, throw on your uniform, style your hair, throw toast into your toaster while still buttoning your blazed—it was a mess. You’re hopping into your black Mary Jane’s as you exit your hotel room, toast in hand as you run. This wasn’t how your far-fetched fantasies told you this would play out—but hey, you’re here now.

Climbing into your Mercedes, you back out of the parking lot and SLAM your foot onto the gas. 10 minutes left. The ETA says UA is about 7 minutes away. You’ll make it. Barely. Speeding through lanes, sharp turns, and way too many glimpses of nearby police cars later, you find yourself in the parking lot of UA—the dream you’ve been working towards since you were 12. This is it. You sigh in relief, hoisting your messenger bag across your body and adjusting your hair one last time before hopping out of your Mercedes, running towards the university with your schedule in hand.

Most people your age got into UA with quirks. Athletics. Hell, even recommendations. But you? You got in with intellect. Sure, UA was a university known for its aspiring future heroes and people that had previously attended it’s high school, but UA was at the top of the charts when it came to academics, as well. That’s probably why it was your dream since you knew what pre-algebra was—and since people told you a quirkless female couldn’t be a pro hero. Which, for the record, you still intensely disagree with. Anyway, after many sleepless nights, rejected parties, and even more empty mugs of coffee, you’re finally here. And it feels good as you make your way through the hallway, maneuvering through chatty peers and open locker doors. You’d stop to admire the shimmering white floor and god-carved walls if you weren’t late. You eventually stop at a closed door.

“Well, here it goes…” you mutter, hands hovering over the handle hesitantly before opening the door. You’re met with a room that was most likely 2x the size of any house you’ve ever lived in growing up, with a projector the size of your old apartment and shimmering clear windows lining the walls. Everyone present in the room looks at you, which makes your heart drop to your ass as you glance at the clock. 1 minute early. Your gaze flickers back to the crowd of people, before it lands on a familiar pink messy-haired girl smiling brightly at you. You sigh in relief. Mina.

You two met online, and just so happened to be going to UA.

Lucky you.

You walk up the staircase (yes, staircase) to the empty seat next to Mina, sliding down into your seat with a relieved sigh. She slaps you on the arm lightly, huffing at you. “You made it by the skin of your teeth! You never wake up late for important shit like this, what’s the deal?!” She whisper-yelled at you, confused. You just scratch the back of your neck sheepishly, looking down at your desk. “I must’ve slept through my first alarm,” you acknowledge, shrugging.

“Good morning, class! Now, as you all know, we have a new transfer joining us starting today. [name], if you wouldn’t mind?” The professor states, adjusting his glasses and shooting you an encouraging smile as he gestures to the space beside him. You take a deep breath, pushing your nervousness down as you walk back down the steps. When you’re finally beside the professor, you give the class a polite yet genuine smile.

“Hey. My name is [name], it’s nice to meet you all. Why is it so quiet in here? It’s freaking me out,” you remark, causing the whole class to laugh, easing the tension. “..But, besides that, I’m looking forward to my time here,” you state finally, your eyes meeting both blood-red ones and forest-green ones. You look away after a moment, a bit confused on why those eyes stood out so much to you before returning to your seat.

The rest of the day goes by relatively smoothly. You introduce yourself, throw in a tiny joke, the class laughs, and you fit right in, especially since Mina acts as your personal tour guide for most of the day.

“This is the football field! The bleachers are to die for, and the football games!? Who wouldn’t want to see sweaty, hot guys in jerseys?” With a teasing wink.

“This is the cafeteria. They serve the most heavenly corn bread I’ve ever tasted in my entire existence—p.s, I’ll probably steal yours.” With a proud thumbs up.

“Oh, and this is the bathroom! Don’t go in it after 9:00, it’s so clean that people come in here to fuck,” With a cheeky smile, causing you to furrow your eyebrows in both confusion and genuine notion.

But what truly caught your attention was what she said during lunch—

“Aw, look at Katsuki and Izuku! They’re the cutest couple ever,” Mina cooed, staring at the screen of her phone.

“Who?” You question with a raised brow, raising your fork to your lips as you take a bite of your yellow rice.

“..Oh, just my friends I’ve known since high school! I have a feeling you’ll meet them soon,” she shrugs nonchalantly, waving a dismissive hand as you just look at her in confusion.

Following Mina’s personal tour, sure, you still felt a bit out of place in the prestigious hallways, but you’ll adjust…

…Soon enough.

After the school day comes to a close, you flip through a pamphlet your first professor gave you that contains your dorm number—dorm room 245. You walk into the dorm section of the university, climbing up various flights of stairs before finally making it to the 200’s. Making it to your designated dorm door, you sigh in relief, ready to just lay down and crash for the day as you open the door.

And then you saw them.

Blood-red eyes and forest-green ones.

Again.

But this time, you don’t just see the eyes. You see the full picture. The guy with blood-red eyes is blonde with spiky hair, with an almost aggressively quiet demeanor, who’s sitting on the couch with his rather muscular arms crossed against his chest. The guy with forest-green eyes has green hair that’s more on the fluffy side, with a more open and friendly demeanor, who’s sitting beside the blonde on the couch, his build more lean yet muscular as well. Despite their differences, both of them look up at you in confusion.

What the fuck?

The professor has deliberately said that you had a dorm to yourself, which was the main reason why you were so happy in the first place! You’d be able to only worry about your own laundry, sleep on your own schedule, keep the dorm clean, even walk around your dorm naked!—

“What the hell do you want? You lost or somethin’?” A rough, controlled and relatively snappy voice snaps you out of your own thoughts. It came from the blonde, while the green-haired guy sends him a glare that screams: “Don’t be like that.” Your eyebrows furrow as you step into the dorm, closing the door behind you as you cross your arms. “I don’t mean to be rude, but this is supposed to be my dorm. I was ensured that I had a dorm to myself,” you state simply, trying to be polite despite the blonde’s attitude.

“..Oh, right! You’re the new student, [name], is it? My name is Izuku, it’s nice to meet you! As for the dorm problem—I’m sorry, but we’ve been in this one since the start of the school year! Maybe it was a mix-up?” The green-haired guy, now namely Izuku suggests, gracing you with a sheepish yet kind smile. You sigh softly, your arms dropping to your sides. “Whatever it is—you’re not staying here. I don’t care if you’re new or not, I’m not sharing this shit with a random person,” the blonde snarls rudely, causing Izuku to shoot him another glare. “Kacchan, be nice! Sorry about him, this is Katsuki. I promise he’s not always like this. Anyway, you’re free to stay here! There’s an extra bedroom in the hallway to the right. You can figure out the dorm problem in the morning, unless you want me to go ask the principal about it now?” Izuku offers, shooting you a warm smile.

Wait.

Izuku. Katsuki. Mina’s friends.

So this is the couple she was talking about.

Dragging yourself out of your thoughts, you visibly relax at his kindness, shaking your head politely. “No, it’s fine! Thank you so much. I’ll be out of your hair soon enough,” you state, ignoring the insanely intense gaze of Katsuki as you make your way down the nearby hallway, opening the first door to your right.

The room is empty besides a bed, a nightstand, a TV and a dresser, but it still has an inviting vibe to it. You had all of your boxes full of items in the main office, but you’re not walking all the way there tonight, so you might as well just get comfortable.

With a slightly irritated sigh, you plop down onto the oddly comforting mattress, inhaling deeply. You’ll get this whole thing worked out in the morning. You’ll look back on this and laugh at how disappointed you were. You’ll have free will and a dorm all to yourself. For now, just get up. Take a shower. Eat. Then get some well deserved sleep, you set up your schedule internally, the tension in your body easing as you exhale. Right.

The feeling of warm water cascading down your back calms your nerves in remarkable ways, droplets of water flowing into your hair as you sigh contently.

Ah. Nothing like a nice, quiet, warm shower to calm you d—

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

What the hell is up with the interruptions today!?

Irritated once more, you step out of the shower, grabbing a spare white towel and wrapping it around your body as you open the door.

“What is it.” You question dryly—only to be met with Katsuki—with no shirt on. His physique is on full display, a carving of pure discipline, abs, and contoured muscles. Tiny scars litter his chest and lower torso, the markings slipping into his black basketball shorts, barely hidden. Despite his earlier attitude, you can’t deny that he’s quite a sight.

What? Get a hold of yourself. He’s Izuku’s boyfriend, and you don’t even know him, you reprimand yourself internally, snapping yourself out of it.

“..I’m sorry. Or whatever. For earlier. When I was being an ass. I was just agitated ‘cause you were just standing there like a damn deer in headlights,” he mutters, sounding almost begrudging yet genuine as he crosses his arms over his chest, his gaze falling to your towel-clad body before shooting back up to your face—not before lingering for a moment or two, though. You don’t notice.

Huh. Didn’t take him for an apology type, you acknowledge internally, before smiling softly. “…Thanks. I’m sorry too, I may have came off as weird. Did Izuku tell you to apologize?” You question, raising an eyebrow as he quietly nods with a sheepish grunt. Figures. “Plus, I need my towel out of there.” He admits, with a cocky, gleaming smile that makes your heart beat a bit faster for some reason.

“Well, I appreciate it nonetheless, I guess. Here,” you shrug, handing him the black towel slung onto the towel rack as he gives you a lazy wave before closing the door.

Huh.

After slipping into a comfortable yet oversized white shirt and pink basketball shorts, you head to the kitchen, scanning the fridge before hearing a voice beside you:

“Me and Kacchan made spaghetti and meatballs if you want any.”

You turn to your left, your gaze landing on a damp-haired Izuku, seemingly also fresh out of the shower as he smiles and gestures to pots on the stove. Your stomach rumbles silently at the sight.

“Oh, thanks.”

You and Izuku eat the heated-up spaghetti side by side, enjoying the silence before you speak up.

“Kacchan. Is that your nickname for Katsuki?,” you bring up, giving him a teasing yet curious glance as his ears burn slightly. Despite his visible embarrassment, he nods. “Sorry! It’s a habit. I’ve called him that since we were kids, so it’s normal for me,” he laughs, rubbing the back of his neck. You smile softly. Cute.

Stop. He’s dating Katsuki, you reprimand yourself internally (again), wondering why the hell you’re even having these thoughts as you look at Izuku.

“It’s fine. Just wondering. This is really good, by the way.” You mention, gesturing to the plate of spaghetti in front of you as Izuku’s eyes brighten immediately.

“Really!? I was trying a recipe I found with him, but I didn’t think it was going to actually go well! Kacchan’s usually the one cooking—oh! You should taste my mom’s recipe! It’s the BEST thing I’ve ever eaten!” He begins to ramble, yet, admittedly, you don’t really mind. “Maybe you should make it for me some time. I’d be honored to try it.” You suggest, which Izuku’s smile widens at. “Of course! I’ll make it one of these days and save you a serving!” He plans out-loud, his words flowing throughout the expanse of the kitchen for about an hour with ease.

Eventually, Katsuki comes out of the room, sitting next to you without a word as he smiles—just barely—at Izuku’s rambling. This was surprisingly normal. It felt…nice. Like it was always meant to happen.

Hm.

RING! RING! RING!

Your obnoxious alarm wakes you up instantly, your chest heaving as you sigh. Seriously, you need to change it. You tap the screen of your phone.

5:00.

Much better than yesterday. You stretch your arms over your head, ready to start the morning off on a better note.

This time around, since you’re not late today, you get to glide through your morning routine at your own pace.

You brush your teeth, floss, make your bed, do some light stretches, do your skincare, style your hair, and then you change into your college uniform. “They must get up super early..” you mutter subconsciously, before making your way to the fridge. You open the fridge door—to see a packed breakfast—scrambled eggs, fluffy golden-brown pancakes, and bacon. With a sticky note plastered onto it. Naturally, your curiosity guides you to pick it up, reading it.

“Good morning, [name]! Me and Kacchan made breakfast (he did most of the work…😅), and we decided to save you some before we left for morning training! Have a good day, hope we see you again, even if it’s not in our dorm! — Izuku and Kacchan Katsuki”.

Aw, that’s sweet, you smile softly, taking the breakfast along with the note as you walk out of the door.

Despite knowing the two of them for only one day, you might just miss them.

“What do you mean you can’t change my dorm?”

“You see, Ms. [last name], all of the other dorms present here at UA are accounted for, since we have limited space. I understand that you were assured that you’d have a dorm to yourself, but that simply isn’t the case. Therefore, you’ll be remaining in your current dorm with Mr. Midoriya and Mr. Bakugo,” the principal explains calmly, pulling out a layout of all of the dorms at UA. And, as he explained, all of them are filled out with names already.

You sigh in acceptance, still chewing on a piece of your bacon as you kiss your fantasized loner dorm life goodbye.

“Sooo..basically you and my two friends had a threesome?” Mina remarks, blinking at you as your head SHOOTS towards her to give her the most bewildered look, your cheeks growing warm as you huff.

“That’s NOT what I said!” You shoot back, embarrassed as Mina laughs, completely unaffected by your reaction.

“Well, have fun, girl! Something tells me you’re in for a long ride,” she winks, the bell ringing as she grabs her things, beginning to walk towards the classroom door to exit.

You huff, rolling your eyes as you hoist your own bag over your shoulder, jogging after her. “I’ll handle whatever happens. I always do,” you state simply, shrugging her remark off like it was no big deal.

You had no idea what you were in for.

𓍼 author’s note! — i kept it relatively short and sweet for a somewhat smooth introduction, so think of this as almost a prologue! I’m here to deliver <33

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[lynnllaby]

for @sukistar10!!

[nikeda]

THIS NEEDS TO BE FRAMED. OH MY GOD I NEED TO KNOW WHAT WILL HAPPEN NOW

[lynnllaby]

THE LIFE WE MADE!

꒰ synopsis! ꒱ — ⋆ moving in by yourself for the first time and finally getting accepted into your dream college—it should be an amazing experience, right?—turns out you’re in fact not by yourself. deal with it.

꒰ this chapter includes… ꒱ — ⋆ established bkdk, bsf!mina, suggestive comments, profanity, intelligent f!reader, no use of y/n bc I physically and mentally hate it, being a late transfer (college year is a month in), bkdk meeting you!!

⸝⸝ PREVIOUS CHAPTER -> NEXT CHAPTER ⸝⸝ ꒰ MASTERLIST ꒱

꒰ CHAPTER 1 ꒱ : MAKE IT WORK

RING! RING! RING!

The blaring—and rather annoying—sound of your alarm coming from your phone jolts you right out of your peaceful sleep. You groan, rubbing your eyes drowsily as you tap the screen of the device.

7:30.

Huh. That’s odd. Why do you have a timer set for this early? Then you get a text.

1 NEW NOTIFICATION!

💗💗 minaaa !! — girl where tf r u?? class is starting in like 35 mins, i thought you said you were gonna be here early 😭😭

Oh no.

Oh no.

It’s your first day at UA.

And you’re gonna be late.

You practically JUMP out of bed, your covers and pillows flying as you rush through your usually structured morning routine. You brush your teeth, throw on your uniform, style your hair, throw toast into your toaster while still buttoning your blazed—it was a mess. You’re hopping into your black Mary Jane’s as you exit your hotel room, toast in hand as you run. This wasn’t how your far-fetched fantasies told you this would play out—but hey, you’re here now.

Climbing into your Mercedes, you back out of the parking lot and SLAM your foot onto the gas. 10 minutes left. The ETA says UA is about 7 minutes away. You’ll make it. Barely. Speeding through lanes, sharp turns, and way too many glimpses of nearby police cars later, you find yourself in the parking lot of UA—the dream you’ve been working towards since you were 12. This is it. You sigh in relief, hoisting your messenger bag across your body and adjusting your hair one last time before hopping out of your Mercedes, running towards the university with your schedule in hand.

Most people your age got into UA with quirks. Athletics. Hell, even recommendations. But you? You got in with intellect. Sure, UA was a university known for its aspiring future heroes and people that had previously attended it’s high school, but UA was at the top of the charts when it came to academics, as well. That’s probably why it was your dream since you knew what pre-algebra was—and since people told you a quirkless female couldn’t be a pro hero. Which, for the record, you still intensely disagree with. Anyway, after many sleepless nights, rejected parties, and even more empty mugs of coffee, you’re finally here. And it feels good as you make your way through the hallway, maneuvering through chatty peers and open locker doors. You’d stop to admire the shimmering white floor and god-carved walls if you weren’t late. You eventually stop at a closed door.

“Well, here it goes…” you mutter, hands hovering over the handle hesitantly before opening the door. You’re met with a room that was most likely 2x the size of any house you’ve ever lived in growing up, with a projector the size of your old apartment and shimmering clear windows lining the walls. Everyone present in the room looks at you, which makes your heart drop to your ass as you glance at the clock. 1 minute early. Your gaze flickers back to the crowd of people, before it lands on a familiar pink messy-haired girl smiling brightly at you. You sigh in relief. Mina.

You two met online, and just so happened to be going to UA.

Lucky you.

You walk up the staircase (yes, staircase) to the empty seat next to Mina, sliding down into your seat with a relieved sigh. She slaps you on the arm lightly, huffing at you. “You made it by the skin of your teeth! You never wake up late for important shit like this, what’s the deal?!” She whisper-yelled at you, confused. You just scratch the back of your neck sheepishly, looking down at your desk. “I must’ve slept through my first alarm,” you acknowledge, shrugging.

“Good morning, class! Now, as you all know, we have a new transfer joining us starting today. [name], if you wouldn’t mind?” The professor states, adjusting his glasses and shooting you an encouraging smile as he gestures to the space beside him. You take a deep breath, pushing your nervousness down as you walk back down the steps. When you’re finally beside the professor, you give the class a polite yet genuine smile.

“Hey. My name is [name], it’s nice to meet you all. Why is it so quiet in here? It’s freaking me out,” you remark, causing the whole class to laugh, easing the tension. “..But, besides that, I’m looking forward to my time here,” you state finally, your eyes meeting both blood-red ones and forest-green ones. You look away after a moment, a bit confused on why those eyes stood out so much to you before returning to your seat.

The rest of the day goes by relatively smoothly. You introduce yourself, throw in a tiny joke, the class laughs, and you fit right in, especially since Mina acts as your personal tour guide for most of the day.

“This is the football field! The bleachers are to die for, and the football games!? Who wouldn’t want to see sweaty, hot guys in jerseys?” With a teasing wink.

“This is the cafeteria. They serve the most heavenly corn bread I’ve ever tasted in my entire existence—p.s, I’ll probably steal yours.” With a proud thumbs up.

“Oh, and this is the bathroom! Don’t go in it after 9:00, it’s so clean that people come in here to fuck,” With a cheeky smile, causing you to furrow your eyebrows in both confusion and genuine notion.

But what truly caught your attention was what she said during lunch—

“Aw, look at Katsuki and Izuku! They’re the cutest couple ever,” Mina cooed, staring at the screen of her phone.

“Who?” You question with a raised brow, raising your fork to your lips as you take a bite of your yellow rice.

“..Oh, just my friends I’ve known since high school! I have a feeling you’ll meet them soon,” she shrugs nonchalantly, waving a dismissive hand as you just look at her in confusion.

Following Mina’s personal tour, sure, you still felt a bit out of place in the prestigious hallways, but you’ll adjust…

…Soon enough.

After the school day comes to a close, you flip through a pamphlet your first professor gave you that contains your dorm number—dorm room 245. You walk into the dorm section of the university, climbing up various flights of stairs before finally making it to the 200’s. Making it to your designated dorm door, you sigh in relief, ready to just lay down and crash for the day as you open the door.

And then you saw them.

Blood-red eyes and forest-green ones.

Again.

But this time, you don’t just see the eyes. You see the full picture. The guy with blood-red eyes is blonde with spiky hair, with an almost aggressively quiet demeanor, who’s sitting on the couch with his rather muscular arms crossed against his chest. The guy with forest-green eyes has green hair that’s more on the fluffy side, with a more open and friendly demeanor, who’s sitting beside the blonde on the couch, his build more lean yet muscular as well. Despite their differences, both of them look up at you in confusion.

What the fuck?

The professor has deliberately said that you had a dorm to yourself, which was the main reason why you were so happy in the first place! You’d be able to only worry about your own laundry, sleep on your own schedule, keep the dorm clean, even walk around your dorm naked!—

“What the hell do you want? You lost or somethin’?” A rough, controlled and relatively snappy voice snaps you out of your own thoughts. It came from the blonde, while the green-haired guy sends him a glare that screams: “Don’t be like that.” Your eyebrows furrow as you step into the dorm, closing the door behind you as you cross your arms. “I don’t mean to be rude, but this is supposed to be my dorm. I was ensured that I had a dorm to myself,” you state simply, trying to be polite despite the blonde’s attitude.

“..Oh, right! You’re the new student, [name], is it? My name is Izuku, it’s nice to meet you! As for the dorm problem—I’m sorry, but we’ve been in this one since the start of the school year! Maybe it was a mix-up?” The green-haired guy, now namely Izuku suggests, gracing you with a sheepish yet kind smile. You sigh softly, your arms dropping to your sides. “Whatever it is—you’re not staying here. I don’t care if you’re new or not, I’m not sharing this shit with a random person,” the blonde snarls rudely, causing Izuku to shoot him another glare. “Kacchan, be nice! Sorry about him, this is Katsuki. I promise he’s not always like this. Anyway, you’re free to stay here! There’s an extra bedroom in the hallway to the right. You can figure out the dorm problem in the morning, unless you want me to go ask the principal about it now?” Izuku offers, shooting you a warm smile.

Wait.

Izuku. Katsuki. Mina’s friends.

So this is the couple she was talking about.

Dragging yourself out of your thoughts, you visibly relax at his kindness, shaking your head politely. “No, it’s fine! Thank you so much. I’ll be out of your hair soon enough,” you state, ignoring the insanely intense gaze of Katsuki as you make your way down the nearby hallway, opening the first door to your right.

The room is empty besides a bed, a nightstand, a TV and a dresser, but it still has an inviting vibe to it. You had all of your boxes full of items in the main office, but you’re not walking all the way there tonight, so you might as well just get comfortable.

With a slightly irritated sigh, you plop down onto the oddly comforting mattress, inhaling deeply. You’ll get this whole thing worked out in the morning. You’ll look back on this and laugh at how disappointed you were. You’ll have free will and a dorm all to yourself. For now, just get up. Take a shower. Eat. Then get some well deserved sleep, you set up your schedule internally, the tension in your body easing as you exhale. Right.

The feeling of warm water cascading down your back calms your nerves in remarkable ways, droplets of water flowing into your hair as you sigh contently.

Ah. Nothing like a nice, quiet, warm shower to calm you d—

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

What the hell is up with the interruptions today!?

Irritated once more, you step out of the shower, grabbing a spare white towel and wrapping it around your body as you open the door.

“What is it.” You question dryly—only to be met with Katsuki—with no shirt on. His physique is on full display, a carving of pure discipline, abs, and contoured muscles. Tiny scars litter his chest and lower torso, the markings slipping into his black basketball shorts, barely hidden. Despite his earlier attitude, you can’t deny that he’s quite a sight.

What? Get a hold of yourself. He’s Izuku’s boyfriend, and you don’t even know him, you reprimand yourself internally, snapping yourself out of it.

“..I’m sorry. Or whatever. For earlier. When I was being an ass. I was just agitated ‘cause you were just standing there like a damn deer in headlights,” he mutters, sounding almost begrudging yet genuine as he crosses his arms over his chest, his gaze falling to your towel-clad body before shooting back up to your face—not before lingering for a moment or two, though. You don’t notice.

Huh. Didn’t take him for an apology type, you acknowledge internally, before smiling softly. “…Thanks. I’m sorry too, I may have came off as weird. Did Izuku tell you to apologize?” You question, raising an eyebrow as he quietly nods with a sheepish grunt. Figures. “Plus, I need my towel out of there.” He admits, with a cocky, gleaming smile that makes your heart beat a bit faster for some reason.

“Well, I appreciate it nonetheless, I guess. Here,” you shrug, handing him the black towel slung onto the towel rack as he gives you a lazy wave before closing the door.

Huh.

After slipping into a comfortable yet oversized white shirt and pink basketball shorts, you head to the kitchen, scanning the fridge before hearing a voice beside you:

“Me and Kacchan made spaghetti and meatballs if you want any.”

You turn to your left, your gaze landing on a damp-haired Izuku, seemingly also fresh out of the shower as he smiles and gestures to pots on the stove. Your stomach rumbles silently at the sight.

“Oh, thanks.”

You and Izuku eat the heated-up spaghetti side by side, enjoying the silence before you speak up.

“Kacchan. Is that your nickname for Katsuki?,” you bring up, giving him a teasing yet curious glance as his ears burn slightly. Despite his visible embarrassment, he nods. “Sorry! It’s a habit. I’ve called him that since we were kids, so it’s normal for me,” he laughs, rubbing the back of his neck. You smile softly. Cute.

Stop. He’s dating Katsuki, you reprimand yourself internally (again), wondering why the hell you’re even having these thoughts as you look at Izuku.

“It’s fine. Just wondering. This is really good, by the way.” You mention, gesturing to the plate of spaghetti in front of you as Izuku’s eyes brighten immediately.

“Really!? I was trying a recipe I found with him, but I didn’t think it was going to actually go well! Kacchan’s usually the one cooking—oh! You should taste my mom’s recipe! It’s the BEST thing I’ve ever eaten!” He begins to ramble, yet, admittedly, you don’t really mind. “Maybe you should make it for me some time. I’d be honored to try it.” You suggest, which Izuku’s smile widens at. “Of course! I’ll make it one of these days and save you a serving!” He plans out-loud, his words flowing throughout the expanse of the kitchen for about an hour with ease.

Eventually, Katsuki comes out of the room, sitting next to you without a word as he smiles—just barely—at Izuku’s rambling. This was surprisingly normal. It felt…nice. Like it was always meant to happen.

Hm.

RING! RING! RING!

Your obnoxious alarm wakes you up instantly, your chest heaving as you sigh. Seriously, you need to change it. You tap the screen of your phone.

5:00.

Much better than yesterday. You stretch your arms over your head, ready to start the morning off on a better note.

This time around, since you’re not late today, you get to glide through your morning routine at your own pace.

You brush your teeth, floss, make your bed, do some light stretches, do your skincare, style your hair, and then you change into your college uniform. “They must get up super early..” you mutter subconsciously, before making your way to the fridge. You open the fridge door—to see a packed breakfast—scrambled eggs, fluffy golden-brown pancakes, and bacon. With a sticky note plastered onto it. Naturally, your curiosity guides you to pick it up, reading it.

“Good morning, [name]! Me and Kacchan made breakfast (he did most of the work…😅), and we decided to save you some before we left for morning training! Have a good day, hope we see you again, even if it’s not in our dorm! — Izuku and Kacchan Katsuki”.

Aw, that’s sweet, you smile softly, taking the breakfast along with the note as you walk out of the door.

Despite knowing the two of them for only one day, you might just miss them.

“What do you mean you can’t change my dorm?”

“You see, Ms. [last name], all of the other dorms present here at UA are accounted for, since we have limited space. I understand that you were assured that you’d have a dorm to yourself, but that simply isn’t the case. Therefore, you’ll be remaining in your current dorm with Mr. Midoriya and Mr. Bakugo,” the principal explains calmly, pulling out a layout of all of the dorms at UA. And, as he explained, all of them are filled out with names already.

You sigh in acceptance, still chewing on a piece of your bacon as you kiss your fantasized loner dorm life goodbye.

“Sooo..basically you and my two friends had a threesome?” Mina remarks, blinking at you as your head SHOOTS towards her to give her the most bewildered look, your cheeks growing warm as you huff.

“That’s NOT what I said!” You shoot back, embarrassed as Mina laughs, completely unaffected by your reaction.

“Well, have fun, girl! Something tells me you’re in for a long ride,” she winks, the bell ringing as she grabs her things, beginning to walk towards the classroom door to exit.

You huff, rolling your eyes as you hoist your own bag over your shoulder, jogging after her. “I’ll handle whatever happens. I always do,” you state simply, shrugging her remark off like it was no big deal.

You had no idea what you were in for.

𓍼 author’s note! — i kept it relatively short and sweet for a somewhat smooth introduction, so think of this as almost a prologue! I’m here to deliver <33

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Arranged Bakugou ?? I love that one it was so sweet 🥹

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Omega!Bakugo Katsuki x Alpha!Reader

Context: Omega Bakugou is at a pairing agency (according to his parent's wishes) to try and find a suitable mate. He has rejected every single Alpha so far, until he smells you.

Note: All Omegas in my Omegaverse have uterus and vaginas and all Alphas have penises and testicles regardless of primary gender. Reader is kept gender neutral

The last place Bakugou wanted to be is waiting for the pairing agent to come back into the room with his parents. Bakugou felt like he was being forced into this. He didn’t want to be here. He was a damn adult and could find his own mate, yet here he was. Listening to his parents' wishes.

Bakugou Katsuki, otherwise known as ProHero Dynamight, sat on the grey cushioned couch in the brightly lit room of the Whisk Pairing agency. He was scowling as he sat slumped against the couch like an upset child. The Omega had his parents bothering him these past few months. His mother kept on rambling on about how he wasn’t getting any younger and that since he was in a good and comfortable position in his hero career, it was finally time for him to focus on settling down.

Most of his friends were either happily mated or courting or being courted.

Bakugou couldn't care about all that. Well he didn’t before he noticed just how lonely life became and how silent his apartment seemed to be. It made his throat feel closed up and his heart anxious. He didn’t like it and so decided to indulge his parents.

Masaru Bakugou walked back into the room his son was in. Bakugou was staring out the window, the view of the city below. Masaru gave his son a soft smile. “You’ve got some good candidates here today, Katsuki.” He told his son.

Bakugou scoffed, not facing his dam. “As if any one of those extras would meet my expectations.” He grumbled.

Masaru wasn’t the least surprised by how his son was acting. He had always been stubborn and held high expectations. Masaru walked over to his omegan son. He sat down next to the ash blond. He brought his soft hands over to Bakugou’s chin and lightly tilted it to look over back at him. Masaru looked into his son’s eyes and he could see what most could not. Shielded behind defensiveness and thick tall walls was fear and anxiety. This wasn’t the first time they were for him. No Alpha had seemed to meet his son’s requirements and if they did, he never met theirs.

Masaru brought his forehead against his sons in comfort, a soft purr escaped him, trying to calm down his nerves. “I know it’s scary… I know you don’t want to entirely do this… but go into this with an open mind and an open heart. You won’t truly know unless you try.” He advised.

Bakugou took a deep breath and released it through his nose. His eyes were closed. He nodded his head. The only person he would ever be outright soft for and listen to was Masaru, a male omega who birthed him and knew him better than he knew himself sometimes. He let out a soft chirp in thanks, it came out a bit deeper than he wanted it to but Masaru was more than eager to have it. Masaru smiled.

The door opened and walking into the room was Mitsuki Bakugou. She had a smile on her face as she stood next to the agent. She had her arms crossed across her chest, seemingly in approval. Bakugou’s eased expression turned into his signature scowl.

“Now, Katsuki.” The agent spoke with a smile on her face, she had a silver tray in her hands with different covered packages that all looked like wrapped packet of tissues. “You know how this works. We’ve got three Alphas scents here for you to try today.” She walked over to Bakugou. Masaru stood up to stand next to Mitsuki, on the other side of the room, giving their son space. The agent placed the tray in front of him on the coffee table. She took a step back with her clipboard in hand ready to document any reactions from Bakugou. “You can start whenever you're ready.” She stated.

Bakugou looked down at the three wrapped packages in withdrawal and hesitation. He spectated the three of them. He first picked up the one on the farthest left. He unwrapped the brown wrapping paper, revealing the black handkerchief used for Alphas to scent. Bakugou picked it up and sniffed it slightly. Immediately his nose rejected the scent making him sneeze.

Mitsuku rolled her eyes and Masaru tried to hold back a chuckle. Bakugou coughed and put the handkerchief back in its wrapping. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting but he didn’t even want to consider that one.

Bakugou turned his attention to the one on the furthest right. He picked it up and unwrapped it. He sniffed the black piece of fabric. At least this time his senses weren’t attacking him. He spectated the piece of fabric. The scent wasn’t bad, it just didn’t hit him in the right way.

Made him feel annoyed.

Masaru and Mitsuki starred in hope for this one. The agent watched Bakugou carefully, she could tell he wasn't going to approve of this one. He grunted, rejecting it and putting it back. Masaru still stayed hopeful but Mitsuki was expecting her son to flat out reject everyone in this building.

Bakugou was getting annoyed now. He never did like Alphas scents, most of them overbearing or too weak. He snatched the final one on the tray. Before he even lifted it to his nose, something was different. His omega got roused. Scratching at him to take a deeper smell at the scented silk item. Bakugou raised an eyebrow in speculation. This was new for him.

He lifted the cloth with both hands, carefully. He lifted it to his nose and took a sniff. Then another. Then another. He wasn’t sure what it was but this one didn’t smell bad. Didn’t give him an angry or annoyed reaction. He closed his eyes and took a deeper inhale. It smelled so comforting yet so unique. It was strange. It was warm and yet held its own freshness to it. He felt restless and yet comforted and calm. His pupils grew as he stared down at the black silk fabric.

For the first time in his life he allowed his body to get affected by an Alpha’s scent for more than just a split second in a positive way. His heart felt like it was picking up and his throat felt like it was starting to restrict. He liked it. He really liked it. His inner omega already deciding that this scent would go so well with his caramel one.

“So?” Mitsuki asked him, taking him out of his trance.

He looked up at his parents and then to the agency worker. He frowned once more. He placed the silk down on the tray, despite what his Omega was begging him to do with it. To scent it back. “I don’t hate it.” He let out begrudgingly.

Masaru’s eyes lit up. Mitsuki turned to the agent. “That’s as good as you’ll get out of him.” She told the woman, Masaru nodded in agreement.

The agent laughed. “Alright. Katsuki,” She walked over to the blond. She handed him a small box with a white handkerchief and wrapping paper. “May you scent this for me?” She asked him.

Bakugou took the box and did as he was told, while the agent took the tray away from him. He rubbed his wrist against the soft white fabric, not feeling very eager to use his neck to scent something yet. His inner omega was disagreeing profusely. He made sure that the fabric was properly doused in his scent before handing it over to the agent who came back into the room.

“Great.” She clapped. “Now let's see if it’s a match.” She walked out the room to head over to where the Alpha was.

“Katsuki.” Bakugou looked up to his sire. Mitsuki looked at him with a hopeful look. “That’s the first one you accepted.”

Bakugou scratched behind his ear in disinterest. “So?”

“So?” She mocked him. “This could be the one. Wouldn’t that be great!” She placed her hands together as she looked at her Omega.

Masaru nodded his head in agreement. “Oh Katsuki, I hope this works. You could finally settle down, and have a nice comfortable life.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes. “I’ve been living just fine without an Alpha. I don't need one to be comfortable, old hag.” He sneered.

Him and his mother began to bicker like they always did. Masaru wasn’t surprised about this but it wasn’t their screaming matches at home anymore so he wasn’t bothered by it. As the two blonds bickered and argued with one another the agent came back. She gave Masaru a firm nod telling him what was to happen next.

“Katsuki.” Masaru turned to his son with a bright smile. “They’ll meet you now, if you wish.”

Bakugou didn’t need an explanation on who ‘they’ was. He sat up straighter and hesitated to give an answer. He looked up to his Dam and nodded his head. “Alright.” He let out.

Masaru gave him a reassuring nod. He turned to Mitsuki and took the shorter blond with one hand. “We’ll be just outside the room, don’t worry.” Before Mitsuki could say anything about the matter, Masaru pulled her out of the room, closing the door behind them.

The silent room made him anxious. He looked down in worry. He wondered if he was doing the right thing. There could be a chance that you both had compatible scents and that it wasn’t meant to be. It made him anxious.

He was never the traditional omega, always being loud, abrasive and aggressive. Beating down Alphas to prove himself and show his worth. Bakugou had been a living contradiction to his own secondary gender his whole life. He was wild but his inner omega was tame. Yet, sometimes fighting that contradiction got tiresome.

It did get tiresome for a while.

Not saying he was going to bend over and present in submission for whoever this Alpha thought they were. He was still himself. But maybe he would take his dam’s advice and go into this with the intention of later.

The door opened and you walked in. You closed the door behind you and turned to face the room. You met Bakugou’s gaze. His crimson red eyes were sharp and intimidating, looking you over as if you were under a microscope being studied. A smile spread to your face, you knew who he was, anyone with access to the news knew of the great Omega Hero Dynamight.

Up close however, he radiated another level of attractiveness. As much as he always held that angry scowl on his face unless at photoshoots, he was still undeniably a beauty. He had built up muscles and a hard stature for his hero work but there were points to him that just didn’t stop from being voluptuous, like his chest and hips. He had eyes that seemed painted on with a gentle stroke of a paintbrush and skin as flawless as soap.

The top Omega hero that was compared to the likes of All Might.

“Morning.” You greeted.

Bakugou was silent for a moment. The smell of your savoury scent now becoming present in the room. It was making his Omega salivate in want. It certainly approved of you. Bakugou inspected you. You were around his height, not taller nor shorter. He approved of how you looked, finding you attractive. You caught his staring a slight raise to your right eyebrow.

Bakugou grunted and looked to the side, his face becoming warmer. “Mornin’.” He greeted back roughly. He internally wanted to slap himself in the face for sounding like he needed to clear his throat.

However you didn’t seem to mind. You walked over to sit on the one seater in front of him. You fell back easily. You extended a hand across the table. Something told you, you would have to put in a bit more effort with him, but you didn’t mind. Your Alpha told you it would be all worth it in the end. “Y/N.”

Bakugou glanced down at your hand and back up at your face. He turned his body to properly face you. He extended his arm and met your hand. His warm hand gripped yours, even with hero work and training, his palms retained a soft feel to them due to his sweat. You found his hands pretty. “Bakugou Katsuki.” You both shook hands, ignoring the slight tingling you both felt up your arms.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Bakugou.” You told him honestly. You let go of his hand, not wanting to overstep, despite wanting to keep his hand in your hold. You leaned back against the couch, your legs spread naturally. You noticed that the blond didn’t seem to smile much. You chuckled. “I’m guessing your parents put you up to this?” You asked.

He grunted giving you that as your answer. You laughed not minding his lack of words. Bakugou found that intriguing.

You didn't find the way he seemed hesitant or less outward disrespectful or wounding. “I get you. My dam was getting worried about me, saying that I needed someone in my life.” You explained.

Bakugou’s nose scrunched up slightly at the familiar words. “My stupid old Hag thinks the same.” He scoffed. His gaze towards you turned into a glare. “I don’t need someone in my life.”

He wanted to slap himself across the face right then and there. Masaru told him to be open and to go in there with an open heart, yet here he was shutting things down before they could even properly start.

You barely even noticed his glare, finding it cute more than anything.

You leaned forward and poured a cup of water. “Of course you don’t.” You stated immediately. Red crimson eyes widened as he looked up at you. You were a strange Alpha that was for sure. You offered him the first glass you poured. His hands felt sweaty and fidgety so he decided to take it, grunting out a thanks. “You’re a very successful person.” You elaborated as you poured yourself a cup of water. “You seem in a comfortable place in your hero career, you are clearly an independent soul and no doubt could have anything you wanted if you wished for it.”

Bakugou took a sip of the water you gave him, a slight waver in his grip. Your analysis on him was quite spot on and made him nervous. You made him nervous. Made him feel like his head was underwater and he was suffocating. “Then why the hell do you think I’m here?”

Your smile turned more into an amused grin. You shrugged. “Why is anyone here?” You asked.

“Don’t use your fucking riddles on me.”

You almost spat out your water with a laugh. Seeing you laugh made his lips tug up in a small smile. Something deep inside of him happy to know he made you smile. You leaned back as you calmed down. “Sorry, sorry. What I meant to say is, we all don’t want to be alone. That’s why we’re here. Not because we need to but because somewhere within ourselves we want something and hopefully we can find this something here.” You motioned around the room.

Bakugou took in what you said. He hummed in agreement. “I agree.” He let out softly. That in and out of itself was something weird for Bakugou to admit. You could tell that he was acting a bit out of character but not in a bad sense. He had you intrigued. He cleared his throat when he felt like your eyes were on him too much.

He noticed that you liked his body, your eyes not straying too far from it. Normally he would have slapped an Alpha for such an act but not with you. He felt bashfully, a surge of confidence a bit at being looked at. His omega was more than happy to know that you approved of him. The uncomfortable feeling in his abdomen returned, making him shift as he crossed one leg over the other. He needed to get a better grip of himself.

“What do you do?” Bakugou asked. “Other than coming to pairing agencies.”

You chuckled at what he added after the question. “My family owns an insurance company that specialises in hero and villain related accidents.” You told him. You motioned your glass to him before tilting it towards your lips. “You make me a lot of money Dynamight.” You told him with a smirk before taking a sip of water.

Bakugou found it hard to swallow at the way you said his hero name. His thighs tensed as he pressed his thighs together.

His face didn’t change however in hiding most of his emotions. “Do I?” He asked.

You nodded your head. “Indeed.” You started fiddling with a pillow beside you. “What do you like to do outside of hero work?” You asked him.

“Cooking.” Bakugou could not believe he just blurted that out without hesitation. You raised an eyebrow intrigued. He covered up his flustered expression with a frown, but it came out more as a pout as his cheeks turned pink. “It’s calming. If I wasn’t a hero I would probably want a restaurant somewhere.”

“Family friendly or high end?” You asked him, genuinely wanting to know.

He was quiet for a moment. “A little bit of both. Somewhere that has a certain level of pristine to it but also a place where families, packs and pups can go.”

“You like community? Family?”

“Yes.”

You were silent. You shifted the pillow over your lap as you finished the water in your glass. “That’s good to know.” You spoke more to yourself than to him.

Bakugou quickly realised the hidden meaning behind that. He prayed to the heavens you couldn’t smell his slick or how his scent was no doubt sweeter. He could barely believe what he was going to say. “You know I don’t do the whole traditional we both meet each other, announced paired and move in together bullshit. Especially anything with being some bride to you now.”

You nodded your head in understanding. “Thankfully.”

“IF and only if I decide to, you would have to court me.” He stated with a harsh stance. “Obviously.”

“Till I say so.”

“As it should be.”

“I am not some Omega that’s going to fucking suck up to you and call out to you like a fucking kitten.”

“Damn I hope so.” You looked out the window. “What’s more sexier than an Omega that can handle themselves?”

Your words made Bakugou blush. His cheeks turned pink and so did his ears. He looked away from you with a scowl on his face. He wasn’t supposed to like what you just said. His Omega wasn’t supposed to be practically yapping out to try and prove themselves to be a good mate to you. His Omega wasn’t supposed to want to force him to go down on his knees and present for you. He was supposed to be stronger than this, yet, he couldn’t calm the racing of his heart or the way his insides called for you. Your smirk broadened ever so slightly as you finally noticed the spike in caramel and cinnamon to his scent.

Bakugou let out an attempt of a growl and placed the glass cup loudly down on the table, but not with enough force to break it. He stood up and folded his arms under his chest, elevating them. He wore a black turtleneck that hugged his waist nicely, focusing on how small it was.

His eyeliner suited his eyes as he glared down at you, his heeled boots giving him a sense of superiority to you. “Saturday.” He stated. “11am. I like horseback riding. Red Lily’s Equestrian Park.”

Your eyebrows raised in surprise that he was initiating this. You stood up and placed your hands in your pockets. Suddenly you were both standing face to face. He was slightly taller than you due to his shoes but there was no doubt you were both the same height roundabout.

You thought over your schedule. You gave him a firm nod. “Done. Do you like picnics?” You asked him.

He hesitated. He tried his best to keep his neutral expression. He shrugged. “I don’t hate picnics.”

“Cool.”

“I don’t like flowers, but I do like plants.”

You chuckled. “I see. What about jewellery?” You asked him.

He huffed, trying to ignore the heat up his neck. “I don’t hate jewellery.” You hummed in thought. “So I guess that means you’re a rider.” You stated, your eyes glinting with something mischievous. The look you were giving him made his throat close up and his stomach twist into knots. You shrugged. You looked him up and down, straying on his thick thighs for a second. “Suits you.” You looked him back in his eyes. “Saturday. 11. Horseback riding. Picnic. No flowers but maybe plants or jewellery.” You confirmed with him.

He nodded. “Think you can handle that?” He asked you.

You chuckled and turned around. “I can handle what you throw at me, Bakugou.” You opened the door to the room and sent him a glance. “See you then.”

You left the room.

Bakugou was silent, his body felt like it was going into overdrive and like he was about to crash. He looked down at the ground, his grip on his biceps hard. Any second longer in the room and he probably would have dropped into preheat. Then the realisation struck him.

He was being courted by someone.

“So?” Masaru asked as he peaked his head to see inside at his son. “How did it go?” He asked with a hopeful smile.

Bakugou was silent. He moved and strutted out the door, his head held high and his face emotionless.

“Saturday.”

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[nikeda]

AHHH THIS IS SO DAMN GOOD

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Arranged Bakugou ?? I love that one it was so sweet 🥹

Arranged

Omega!Bakugo Katsuki x Alpha!Reader

Context: Omega Bakugou is at a pairing agency (according to his parent's wishes) to try and find a suitable mate. He has rejected every single Alpha so far, until he smells you.

Note: All Omegas in my Omegaverse have uterus and vaginas and all Alphas have penises and testicles regardless of primary gender. Reader is kept gender neutral

The last place Bakugou wanted to be is waiting for the pairing agent to come back into the room with his parents. Bakugou felt like he was being forced into this. He didn’t want to be here. He was a damn adult and could find his own mate, yet here he was. Listening to his parents' wishes.

Bakugou Katsuki, otherwise known as ProHero Dynamight, sat on the grey cushioned couch in the brightly lit room of the Whisk Pairing agency. He was scowling as he sat slumped against the couch like an upset child. The Omega had his parents bothering him these past few months. His mother kept on rambling on about how he wasn’t getting any younger and that since he was in a good and comfortable position in his hero career, it was finally time for him to focus on settling down.

Most of his friends were either happily mated or courting or being courted.

Bakugou couldn't care about all that. Well he didn’t before he noticed just how lonely life became and how silent his apartment seemed to be. It made his throat feel closed up and his heart anxious. He didn’t like it and so decided to indulge his parents.

Masaru Bakugou walked back into the room his son was in. Bakugou was staring out the window, the view of the city below. Masaru gave his son a soft smile. “You’ve got some good candidates here today, Katsuki.” He told his son.

Bakugou scoffed, not facing his dam. “As if any one of those extras would meet my expectations.” He grumbled.

Masaru wasn’t the least surprised by how his son was acting. He had always been stubborn and held high expectations. Masaru walked over to his omegan son. He sat down next to the ash blond. He brought his soft hands over to Bakugou’s chin and lightly tilted it to look over back at him. Masaru looked into his son’s eyes and he could see what most could not. Shielded behind defensiveness and thick tall walls was fear and anxiety. This wasn’t the first time they were for him. No Alpha had seemed to meet his son’s requirements and if they did, he never met theirs.

Masaru brought his forehead against his sons in comfort, a soft purr escaped him, trying to calm down his nerves. “I know it’s scary… I know you don’t want to entirely do this… but go into this with an open mind and an open heart. You won’t truly know unless you try.” He advised.

Bakugou took a deep breath and released it through his nose. His eyes were closed. He nodded his head. The only person he would ever be outright soft for and listen to was Masaru, a male omega who birthed him and knew him better than he knew himself sometimes. He let out a soft chirp in thanks, it came out a bit deeper than he wanted it to but Masaru was more than eager to have it. Masaru smiled.

The door opened and walking into the room was Mitsuki Bakugou. She had a smile on her face as she stood next to the agent. She had her arms crossed across her chest, seemingly in approval. Bakugou’s eased expression turned into his signature scowl.

“Now, Katsuki.” The agent spoke with a smile on her face, she had a silver tray in her hands with different covered packages that all looked like wrapped packet of tissues. “You know how this works. We’ve got three Alphas scents here for you to try today.” She walked over to Bakugou. Masaru stood up to stand next to Mitsuki, on the other side of the room, giving their son space. The agent placed the tray in front of him on the coffee table. She took a step back with her clipboard in hand ready to document any reactions from Bakugou. “You can start whenever you're ready.” She stated.

Bakugou looked down at the three wrapped packages in withdrawal and hesitation. He spectated the three of them. He first picked up the one on the farthest left. He unwrapped the brown wrapping paper, revealing the black handkerchief used for Alphas to scent. Bakugou picked it up and sniffed it slightly. Immediately his nose rejected the scent making him sneeze.

Mitsuku rolled her eyes and Masaru tried to hold back a chuckle. Bakugou coughed and put the handkerchief back in its wrapping. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting but he didn’t even want to consider that one.

Bakugou turned his attention to the one on the furthest right. He picked it up and unwrapped it. He sniffed the black piece of fabric. At least this time his senses weren’t attacking him. He spectated the piece of fabric. The scent wasn’t bad, it just didn’t hit him in the right way.

Made him feel annoyed.

Masaru and Mitsuki starred in hope for this one. The agent watched Bakugou carefully, she could tell he wasn't going to approve of this one. He grunted, rejecting it and putting it back. Masaru still stayed hopeful but Mitsuki was expecting her son to flat out reject everyone in this building.

Bakugou was getting annoyed now. He never did like Alphas scents, most of them overbearing or too weak. He snatched the final one on the tray. Before he even lifted it to his nose, something was different. His omega got roused. Scratching at him to take a deeper smell at the scented silk item. Bakugou raised an eyebrow in speculation. This was new for him.

He lifted the cloth with both hands, carefully. He lifted it to his nose and took a sniff. Then another. Then another. He wasn’t sure what it was but this one didn’t smell bad. Didn’t give him an angry or annoyed reaction. He closed his eyes and took a deeper inhale. It smelled so comforting yet so unique. It was strange. It was warm and yet held its own freshness to it. He felt restless and yet comforted and calm. His pupils grew as he stared down at the black silk fabric.

For the first time in his life he allowed his body to get affected by an Alpha’s scent for more than just a split second in a positive way. His heart felt like it was picking up and his throat felt like it was starting to restrict. He liked it. He really liked it. His inner omega already deciding that this scent would go so well with his caramel one.

“So?” Mitsuki asked him, taking him out of his trance.

He looked up at his parents and then to the agency worker. He frowned once more. He placed the silk down on the tray, despite what his Omega was begging him to do with it. To scent it back. “I don’t hate it.” He let out begrudgingly.

Masaru’s eyes lit up. Mitsuki turned to the agent. “That’s as good as you’ll get out of him.” She told the woman, Masaru nodded in agreement.

The agent laughed. “Alright. Katsuki,” She walked over to the blond. She handed him a small box with a white handkerchief and wrapping paper. “May you scent this for me?” She asked him.

Bakugou took the box and did as he was told, while the agent took the tray away from him. He rubbed his wrist against the soft white fabric, not feeling very eager to use his neck to scent something yet. His inner omega was disagreeing profusely. He made sure that the fabric was properly doused in his scent before handing it over to the agent who came back into the room.

“Great.” She clapped. “Now let's see if it’s a match.” She walked out the room to head over to where the Alpha was.

“Katsuki.” Bakugou looked up to his sire. Mitsuki looked at him with a hopeful look. “That’s the first one you accepted.”

Bakugou scratched behind his ear in disinterest. “So?”

“So?” She mocked him. “This could be the one. Wouldn’t that be great!” She placed her hands together as she looked at her Omega.

Masaru nodded his head in agreement. “Oh Katsuki, I hope this works. You could finally settle down, and have a nice comfortable life.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes. “I’ve been living just fine without an Alpha. I don't need one to be comfortable, old hag.” He sneered.

Him and his mother began to bicker like they always did. Masaru wasn’t surprised about this but it wasn’t their screaming matches at home anymore so he wasn’t bothered by it. As the two blonds bickered and argued with one another the agent came back. She gave Masaru a firm nod telling him what was to happen next.

“Katsuki.” Masaru turned to his son with a bright smile. “They’ll meet you now, if you wish.”

Bakugou didn’t need an explanation on who ‘they’ was. He sat up straighter and hesitated to give an answer. He looked up to his Dam and nodded his head. “Alright.” He let out.

Masaru gave him a reassuring nod. He turned to Mitsuki and took the shorter blond with one hand. “We’ll be just outside the room, don’t worry.” Before Mitsuki could say anything about the matter, Masaru pulled her out of the room, closing the door behind them.

The silent room made him anxious. He looked down in worry. He wondered if he was doing the right thing. There could be a chance that you both had compatible scents and that it wasn’t meant to be. It made him anxious.

He was never the traditional omega, always being loud, abrasive and aggressive. Beating down Alphas to prove himself and show his worth. Bakugou had been a living contradiction to his own secondary gender his whole life. He was wild but his inner omega was tame. Yet, sometimes fighting that contradiction got tiresome.

It did get tiresome for a while.

Not saying he was going to bend over and present in submission for whoever this Alpha thought they were. He was still himself. But maybe he would take his dam’s advice and go into this with the intention of later.

The door opened and you walked in. You closed the door behind you and turned to face the room. You met Bakugou’s gaze. His crimson red eyes were sharp and intimidating, looking you over as if you were under a microscope being studied. A smile spread to your face, you knew who he was, anyone with access to the news knew of the great Omega Hero Dynamight.

Up close however, he radiated another level of attractiveness. As much as he always held that angry scowl on his face unless at photoshoots, he was still undeniably a beauty. He had built up muscles and a hard stature for his hero work but there were points to him that just didn’t stop from being voluptuous, like his chest and hips. He had eyes that seemed painted on with a gentle stroke of a paintbrush and skin as flawless as soap.

The top Omega hero that was compared to the likes of All Might.

“Morning.” You greeted.

Bakugou was silent for a moment. The smell of your savoury scent now becoming present in the room. It was making his Omega salivate in want. It certainly approved of you. Bakugou inspected you. You were around his height, not taller nor shorter. He approved of how you looked, finding you attractive. You caught his staring a slight raise to your right eyebrow.

Bakugou grunted and looked to the side, his face becoming warmer. “Mornin’.” He greeted back roughly. He internally wanted to slap himself in the face for sounding like he needed to clear his throat.

However you didn’t seem to mind. You walked over to sit on the one seater in front of him. You fell back easily. You extended a hand across the table. Something told you, you would have to put in a bit more effort with him, but you didn’t mind. Your Alpha told you it would be all worth it in the end. “Y/N.”

Bakugou glanced down at your hand and back up at your face. He turned his body to properly face you. He extended his arm and met your hand. His warm hand gripped yours, even with hero work and training, his palms retained a soft feel to them due to his sweat. You found his hands pretty. “Bakugou Katsuki.” You both shook hands, ignoring the slight tingling you both felt up your arms.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Bakugou.” You told him honestly. You let go of his hand, not wanting to overstep, despite wanting to keep his hand in your hold. You leaned back against the couch, your legs spread naturally. You noticed that the blond didn’t seem to smile much. You chuckled. “I’m guessing your parents put you up to this?” You asked.

He grunted giving you that as your answer. You laughed not minding his lack of words. Bakugou found that intriguing.

You didn't find the way he seemed hesitant or less outward disrespectful or wounding. “I get you. My dam was getting worried about me, saying that I needed someone in my life.” You explained.

Bakugou’s nose scrunched up slightly at the familiar words. “My stupid old Hag thinks the same.” He scoffed. His gaze towards you turned into a glare. “I don’t need someone in my life.”

He wanted to slap himself across the face right then and there. Masaru told him to be open and to go in there with an open heart, yet here he was shutting things down before they could even properly start.

You barely even noticed his glare, finding it cute more than anything.

You leaned forward and poured a cup of water. “Of course you don’t.” You stated immediately. Red crimson eyes widened as he looked up at you. You were a strange Alpha that was for sure. You offered him the first glass you poured. His hands felt sweaty and fidgety so he decided to take it, grunting out a thanks. “You’re a very successful person.” You elaborated as you poured yourself a cup of water. “You seem in a comfortable place in your hero career, you are clearly an independent soul and no doubt could have anything you wanted if you wished for it.”

Bakugou took a sip of the water you gave him, a slight waver in his grip. Your analysis on him was quite spot on and made him nervous. You made him nervous. Made him feel like his head was underwater and he was suffocating. “Then why the hell do you think I’m here?”

Your smile turned more into an amused grin. You shrugged. “Why is anyone here?” You asked.

“Don’t use your fucking riddles on me.”

You almost spat out your water with a laugh. Seeing you laugh made his lips tug up in a small smile. Something deep inside of him happy to know he made you smile. You leaned back as you calmed down. “Sorry, sorry. What I meant to say is, we all don’t want to be alone. That’s why we’re here. Not because we need to but because somewhere within ourselves we want something and hopefully we can find this something here.” You motioned around the room.

Bakugou took in what you said. He hummed in agreement. “I agree.” He let out softly. That in and out of itself was something weird for Bakugou to admit. You could tell that he was acting a bit out of character but not in a bad sense. He had you intrigued. He cleared his throat when he felt like your eyes were on him too much.

He noticed that you liked his body, your eyes not straying too far from it. Normally he would have slapped an Alpha for such an act but not with you. He felt bashfully, a surge of confidence a bit at being looked at. His omega was more than happy to know that you approved of him. The uncomfortable feeling in his abdomen returned, making him shift as he crossed one leg over the other. He needed to get a better grip of himself.

“What do you do?” Bakugou asked. “Other than coming to pairing agencies.”

You chuckled at what he added after the question. “My family owns an insurance company that specialises in hero and villain related accidents.” You told him. You motioned your glass to him before tilting it towards your lips. “You make me a lot of money Dynamight.” You told him with a smirk before taking a sip of water.

Bakugou found it hard to swallow at the way you said his hero name. His thighs tensed as he pressed his thighs together.

His face didn’t change however in hiding most of his emotions. “Do I?” He asked.

You nodded your head. “Indeed.” You started fiddling with a pillow beside you. “What do you like to do outside of hero work?” You asked him.

“Cooking.” Bakugou could not believe he just blurted that out without hesitation. You raised an eyebrow intrigued. He covered up his flustered expression with a frown, but it came out more as a pout as his cheeks turned pink. “It’s calming. If I wasn’t a hero I would probably want a restaurant somewhere.”

“Family friendly or high end?” You asked him, genuinely wanting to know.

He was quiet for a moment. “A little bit of both. Somewhere that has a certain level of pristine to it but also a place where families, packs and pups can go.”

“You like community? Family?”

“Yes.”

You were silent. You shifted the pillow over your lap as you finished the water in your glass. “That’s good to know.” You spoke more to yourself than to him.

Bakugou quickly realised the hidden meaning behind that. He prayed to the heavens you couldn’t smell his slick or how his scent was no doubt sweeter. He could barely believe what he was going to say. “You know I don’t do the whole traditional we both meet each other, announced paired and move in together bullshit. Especially anything with being some bride to you now.”

You nodded your head in understanding. “Thankfully.”

“IF and only if I decide to, you would have to court me.” He stated with a harsh stance. “Obviously.”

“Till I say so.”

“As it should be.”

“I am not some Omega that’s going to fucking suck up to you and call out to you like a fucking kitten.”

“Damn I hope so.” You looked out the window. “What’s more sexier than an Omega that can handle themselves?”

Your words made Bakugou blush. His cheeks turned pink and so did his ears. He looked away from you with a scowl on his face. He wasn’t supposed to like what you just said. His Omega wasn’t supposed to be practically yapping out to try and prove themselves to be a good mate to you. His Omega wasn’t supposed to want to force him to go down on his knees and present for you. He was supposed to be stronger than this, yet, he couldn’t calm the racing of his heart or the way his insides called for you. Your smirk broadened ever so slightly as you finally noticed the spike in caramel and cinnamon to his scent.

Bakugou let out an attempt of a growl and placed the glass cup loudly down on the table, but not with enough force to break it. He stood up and folded his arms under his chest, elevating them. He wore a black turtleneck that hugged his waist nicely, focusing on how small it was.

His eyeliner suited his eyes as he glared down at you, his heeled boots giving him a sense of superiority to you. “Saturday.” He stated. “11am. I like horseback riding. Red Lily’s Equestrian Park.”

Your eyebrows raised in surprise that he was initiating this. You stood up and placed your hands in your pockets. Suddenly you were both standing face to face. He was slightly taller than you due to his shoes but there was no doubt you were both the same height roundabout.

You thought over your schedule. You gave him a firm nod. “Done. Do you like picnics?” You asked him.

He hesitated. He tried his best to keep his neutral expression. He shrugged. “I don’t hate picnics.”

“Cool.”

“I don’t like flowers, but I do like plants.”

You chuckled. “I see. What about jewellery?” You asked him.

He huffed, trying to ignore the heat up his neck. “I don’t hate jewellery.” You hummed in thought. “So I guess that means you’re a rider.” You stated, your eyes glinting with something mischievous. The look you were giving him made his throat close up and his stomach twist into knots. You shrugged. You looked him up and down, straying on his thick thighs for a second. “Suits you.” You looked him back in his eyes. “Saturday. 11. Horseback riding. Picnic. No flowers but maybe plants or jewellery.” You confirmed with him.

He nodded. “Think you can handle that?” He asked you.

You chuckled and turned around. “I can handle what you throw at me, Bakugou.” You opened the door to the room and sent him a glance. “See you then.”

You left the room.

Bakugou was silent, his body felt like it was going into overdrive and like he was about to crash. He looked down at the ground, his grip on his biceps hard. Any second longer in the room and he probably would have dropped into preheat. Then the realisation struck him.

He was being courted by someone.

“So?” Masaru asked as he peaked his head to see inside at his son. “How did it go?” He asked with a hopeful smile.

Bakugou was silent. He moved and strutted out the door, his head held high and his face emotionless.

“Saturday.”

-Glitch1d

[sorenellebrair]

𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎 𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐀 ࿇ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

IZUKU MIDORIYA _______> ➴

╰┈➤ izuku is such a perv, scarred 1 |

KATSUKI BAKUGO _______> ➴

╰┈➤ bakugo is just so mean,

EIJIRO KIRISHIMA _______> ➴

╰┈➤ eijiro’s prettiest secret, surfer boy kirishima,

SHINSO HITOSHI _______> ➴

╰┈➤ shinso’s punishment,

SERO HANTA _______> ➴

╰┈➤ overly dramatic,

MIRKO _______> ➴

╰┈➤ mirko hates when youre jealous,

MULTI _______> ➴

╰┈➤ izuku and bakugo dont like brats, the fratboys (bakudeku) 1 | 2 | 3 |

© sorenellebrair

[sorenellebrair]

ᣞ ᜓ᛫ ⋆♱ THE FRATBOYS | a bakudeku series

cw: fluff, angst (just a little), college au, fratboy bakudeku x fem!reader, nerdy shy innocent!reader, stalking (?), lmk if i missed anything ;)

pt. 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

☾ College life felt quieter than you expected.

You moved through your days like a ghost— drifting from one routine to the next. Wake up. Eat breakfast alone. Shower and carefully do your skincare in the small dorm bathroom mirror. Walk to class with your headphones in. Study until the words blurred together. Return to your dorm when the sun began to set, watch a movie you’d already seen a hundred times, and fall asleep to the low hum of silence.

You were smart. Capable. Always on track with your goals. But the truth was heavier than you liked to admit: you were lonely.

College was supposed to be freeing. No more bullying. No more feeling like an outcast for loving books and quiet corners. And yet… you still ate lunch by yourself. You still didn’t know how to talk to people without your voice shaking. You wanted to explore— to go to late-night study sessions, coffee shops, maybe even a party, but the thought alone made your chest feel tight.

So you stayed in your little bubble. Safe. Invisible.

At least, you thought you were invisible.

Izuku Midoriya had been watching you for weeks.

He noticed the way you’d disappear into the library for hours, always in those soft sweaters and pleated skirts that somehow made you look even smaller. He noticed how your fingers would trace the spines of history books like they were old friends. He noticed you.

Everyone called him Deku. Star soccer player. Frat boy. Best friend of the loudest, angriest guy on campus. But when he looked at you, something in his chest felt strangely warm and curious.

You didn’t know any of that.

It was your third trip to the library that day. The sun had already begun to dip low outside the tall windows, casting long golden shadows across the wooden floors. Your tote bag felt heavy on your shoulder as you made your way toward the non-fiction section, shoes padding softly against the quiet floor. You’d overheard someone talking about a theory on human evolution and superhuman abilities. It sounded interesting enough to chase away the emptiness for a little while.

You rounded the corner.

And walked straight into a hard shelf.

The impact sent you stumbling back, your balance completely gone. You landed hard on your ass with a quiet gasp, books and papers scattering around you like fallen leaves.

“Shit— my bad, are you okay?”

A warm, worried voice cut through the silence.

You looked up, heart already sinking. A hand hovered in front of you. Then soft green curls and gentle eyes came into view.

Your stomach dropped.

Of all people… why did it have to be him?

You never wanted the attention of a frat boy. They were known for breaking hearts without remorse — especially quiet girls like you. Especially the ones who didn’t know how to play their games.

Your glasses had flown off in the fall, leaving the world soft and blurry. Still, you reached up and took his hand, needing the help.

“My glasses…” you whispered, voice barely there.

“Oh— I got them,” he said gently.

The blurry shape bent down, picked up your glasses, and carefully slid them back onto your face, adjusting them with a tenderness that made your breath catch.

When your vision cleared and you saw exactly who was standing in front of you, mortification flooded your chest like ice water.

“I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

“Hey, it’s okay. Relax,” he chuckled softly, that warm smile making something flutter nervously in your stomach. He crouched down again to gather your scattered papers and bag, handing them to you with quiet care. “Were you looking for a specific book?”

You stood there frozen, heart hammering against your ribs. This couldn’t be happening. His fangirls were going to eat you alive. Your peaceful little college life, the one you’d carefully built, felt like it was already crumbling.

You needed to leave. Now.

“N-no, it’s okay! Thank you for picking up my things!” you rushed out, voice shaky. Before he could say anything else, you turned and speed-walked out of the library, cheeks burning, chest tight, desperate to disappear back into your safe, quiet little world.

Izuku watched you practically flee, a small, curious smile lingering on his lips.

He’d been watching you long before today.

And now? He was even more interested.

── ⋆

A week had passed since you bumped into the broccoli boy, and now he was everywhere.

It was almost creepy. Every time you spotted those familiar green curls walking toward you in the hallway or courtyard, you’d slip away quickly, heart racing, desperate to avoid being seen with him. The last thing you needed was rumors. You didn’t want the attention. You didn’t want the stares.

Today, you’d hidden yourself away in the library again, sinking into your usual corner like it was armor. You told yourself you weren’t thinking about him. You were just going to read. That’s all.

You’d gotten lost in a thick book about superhuman abilities— the same theory you’d been chasing since last week. The world around you faded as you turned page after page, fingers tracing the lines of text like they could anchor you.

Until a warm voice broke the silence.

“Quirks, huh?”

Your head snapped up so fast it made you dizzy. Izuku Midoriya was standing right beside your table, head slightly tilted as he read the title of your book. His presence felt too big for the quiet space.

“Y’know, they deemed Dr. Collingwood’s work as fantasy,” he said casually, pulling out the chair next to you and sitting down. He manspread without thinking, legs comfortably apart in that effortlessly attractive way that made your stomach twist. Yet despite the casual posture, his voice stayed soft and educated. “A lot of people think he’s crazy for suggesting a change in the pinky toe could be linked to gaining superhuman abilities.”

He smiled at you, the same gentle, warm smile from last week.

You felt your cheeks heat up. You’d never really had a crush before. Books had always been safer.

“I-I think everyone should hear him out…” you murmured, glancing away when you noticed the freckles dusting his cheeks. “His points make sense when you actually think about it.”

“You think so?” Izuku scooted his chair closer, his smile widening with genuine interest. “I think so too—”

“DEKU!”

A loud, aggressive voice boomed across the library, making several people shush angrily. Izuku winced, slowly turning his head.

Katsuki Bakugo was stomping toward your table like he owned the entire building, hands shoved in his pockets, expression irritated.

“Let’s go, dumbass. Shitty Hair’s waiting to take us to the yacht.”

Izuku sighed. “Wasn’t that later tonight, Kacchan?”

“Plans changed. Let’s go,” Bakugo snapped. “We’ve got some girls waiting too.”

He snickered, but Izuku visibly winced, his eyes flickering back to you with something close to regret.

It was only then that Bakugo finally noticed you.

“Who the hell is four-eyes?” he asked, looking you up and down with sharp crimson eyes.

You sank deeper into your seat, chest tightening. This was bad. Now there were two of them. And there was a strange, heavy feeling blooming in your ribs.

“She’s a friend, Kacchan,” Izuku said quickly, standing up. He gave you one last soft smile, gentle and almost apologetic. “I’ll see you around, okay?”

Before you could respond, both of them walked away. But you couldn’t help noticing how Bakugo glanced back at you over his shoulder — sharp, curious, almost like he was sizing you up.

The library felt colder once they were gone.

You stared down at your book, the words no longer making sense. Your peaceful little world suddenly felt a lot less safe… and a lot more complicated.

── ⋆

When you finally got back to your dorm, you followed your usual routine like muscle memory: made a simple dinner, took a long shower, and changed into your softest pajamas. You crawled into bed, turned on a movie you usually loved, and tried to eat… but none of it felt right tonight.

The food tasted bland. The movie couldn’t hold your attention. Even your feet felt cold under the blankets.

You eventually gave up and reached for your phone, mindlessly scrolling through Instagram. That’s when you saw it — a post from Bakugo. It was strange seeing his account on your feed. He rarely posted anything that reached you.

Curiosity got the better of you.

You tapped on the post and immediately regretted it.

The video started playing: a shirtless Izuku on a yacht, head tilted back with a bright, carefree smile as two girls poured beer straight into his mouth. The liquid spilled down his toned chest and abs, soaking into the front of his swimming trunks. His hair was wet, curls clinging to his forehead. He looked… happy. Really happy. The kind of happy that made your chest feel tight.

In the background, Bakugo was yelling “Chug! Chug! Chug!” like a maniac behind the camera. The music was loud. The girls were laughing, touching him. Izuku’s hands rested casually on their waists.

You watched the fifteen-second video on loop. Multiple times. That same warm flutter from the library returned… but this time it was mixed with something sharper. Something uncomfortable. You didn’t like the way the girls touched him. You didn’t like how comfortable his hands looked on their skin.

You sighed, hugging your knees to your chest.

“He’s just a player like the rest of them,” you whispered into the quiet of your room.

You moved to put your phone down, but your thumb slipped.

The little heart appeared under the post.

Your stomach dropped.

“Fuck!” you gasped, eyes wide with panic. You quickly unliked it, but the damage was already done. Bakugo would still get the notification.

Mortified, you rolled around in bed, groaning loudly into your pillow.

“Why does this always happen to me?” you wailed dramatically, face burning with embarrassment. You were ready to disappear from the internet forever.

Then your phone buzzed.

@.dontfuckingfollowme has requested to follow you.

You stared at the screen in shock. That was Bakugo’s spam account. The one almost no one knew about.

Why was he trying to follow you? Especially after you’d accidentally liked his main account post?

Your hands were shaking. Heart racing. You didn’t know what to do, what any of this meant. So in a moment of pure panic…

You blocked him.

© sorenellebrair

[sorenellebrair]

ᣞ ᜓ᛫ ⋆♱ THE FRATBOYS | a bakudeku series

cw: fluff, angst (just a little), college au, fratboy bakudeku x fem!reader, nerdy shy innocent!reader, stalking (?), lmk if i missed anything ;)

pt. 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

☾ College life felt quieter than you expected.

You moved through your days like a ghost— drifting from one routine to the next. Wake up. Eat breakfast alone. Shower and carefully do your skincare in the small dorm bathroom mirror. Walk to class with your headphones in. Study until the words blurred together. Return to your dorm when the sun began to set, watch a movie you’d already seen a hundred times, and fall asleep to the low hum of silence.

You were smart. Capable. Always on track with your goals. But the truth was heavier than you liked to admit: you were lonely.

College was supposed to be freeing. No more bullying. No more feeling like an outcast for loving books and quiet corners. And yet… you still ate lunch by yourself. You still didn’t know how to talk to people without your voice shaking. You wanted to explore— to go to late-night study sessions, coffee shops, maybe even a party, but the thought alone made your chest feel tight.

So you stayed in your little bubble. Safe. Invisible.

At least, you thought you were invisible.

Izuku Midoriya had been watching you for weeks.

He noticed the way you’d disappear into the library for hours, always in those soft sweaters and pleated skirts that somehow made you look even smaller. He noticed how your fingers would trace the spines of history books like they were old friends. He noticed you.

Everyone called him Deku. Star soccer player. Frat boy. Best friend of the loudest, angriest guy on campus. But when he looked at you, something in his chest felt strangely warm and curious.

You didn’t know any of that.

It was your third trip to the library that day. The sun had already begun to dip low outside the tall windows, casting long golden shadows across the wooden floors. Your tote bag felt heavy on your shoulder as you made your way toward the non-fiction section, shoes padding softly against the quiet floor. You’d overheard someone talking about a theory on human evolution and superhuman abilities. It sounded interesting enough to chase away the emptiness for a little while.

You rounded the corner.

And walked straight into a hard shelf.

The impact sent you stumbling back, your balance completely gone. You landed hard on your ass with a quiet gasp, books and papers scattering around you like fallen leaves.

“Shit— my bad, are you okay?”

A warm, worried voice cut through the silence.

You looked up, heart already sinking. A hand hovered in front of you. Then soft green curls and gentle eyes came into view.

Your stomach dropped.

Of all people… why did it have to be him?

You never wanted the attention of a frat boy. They were known for breaking hearts without remorse — especially quiet girls like you. Especially the ones who didn’t know how to play their games.

Your glasses had flown off in the fall, leaving the world soft and blurry. Still, you reached up and took his hand, needing the help.

“My glasses…” you whispered, voice barely there.

“Oh— I got them,” he said gently.

The blurry shape bent down, picked up your glasses, and carefully slid them back onto your face, adjusting them with a tenderness that made your breath catch.

When your vision cleared and you saw exactly who was standing in front of you, mortification flooded your chest like ice water.

“I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

“Hey, it’s okay. Relax,” he chuckled softly, that warm smile making something flutter nervously in your stomach. He crouched down again to gather your scattered papers and bag, handing them to you with quiet care. “Were you looking for a specific book?”

You stood there frozen, heart hammering against your ribs. This couldn’t be happening. His fangirls were going to eat you alive. Your peaceful little college life, the one you’d carefully built, felt like it was already crumbling.

You needed to leave. Now.

“N-no, it’s okay! Thank you for picking up my things!” you rushed out, voice shaky. Before he could say anything else, you turned and speed-walked out of the library, cheeks burning, chest tight, desperate to disappear back into your safe, quiet little world.

Izuku watched you practically flee, a small, curious smile lingering on his lips.

He’d been watching you long before today.

And now? He was even more interested.

── ⋆

A week had passed since you bumped into the broccoli boy, and now he was everywhere.

It was almost creepy. Every time you spotted those familiar green curls walking toward you in the hallway or courtyard, you’d slip away quickly, heart racing, desperate to avoid being seen with him. The last thing you needed was rumors. You didn’t want the attention. You didn’t want the stares.

Today, you’d hidden yourself away in the library again, sinking into your usual corner like it was armor. You told yourself you weren’t thinking about him. You were just going to read. That’s all.

You’d gotten lost in a thick book about superhuman abilities— the same theory you’d been chasing since last week. The world around you faded as you turned page after page, fingers tracing the lines of text like they could anchor you.

Until a warm voice broke the silence.

“Quirks, huh?”

Your head snapped up so fast it made you dizzy. Izuku Midoriya was standing right beside your table, head slightly tilted as he read the title of your book. His presence felt too big for the quiet space.

“Y’know, they deemed Dr. Collingwood’s work as fantasy,” he said casually, pulling out the chair next to you and sitting down. He manspread without thinking, legs comfortably apart in that effortlessly attractive way that made your stomach twist. Yet despite the casual posture, his voice stayed soft and educated. “A lot of people think he’s crazy for suggesting a change in the pinky toe could be linked to gaining superhuman abilities.”

He smiled at you, the same gentle, warm smile from last week.

You felt your cheeks heat up. You’d never really had a crush before. Books had always been safer.

“I-I think everyone should hear him out…” you murmured, glancing away when you noticed the freckles dusting his cheeks. “His points make sense when you actually think about it.”

“You think so?” Izuku scooted his chair closer, his smile widening with genuine interest. “I think so too—”

“DEKU!”

A loud, aggressive voice boomed across the library, making several people shush angrily. Izuku winced, slowly turning his head.

Katsuki Bakugo was stomping toward your table like he owned the entire building, hands shoved in his pockets, expression irritated.

“Let’s go, dumbass. Shitty Hair’s waiting to take us to the yacht.”

Izuku sighed. “Wasn’t that later tonight, Kacchan?”

“Plans changed. Let’s go,” Bakugo snapped. “We’ve got some girls waiting too.”

He snickered, but Izuku visibly winced, his eyes flickering back to you with something close to regret.

It was only then that Bakugo finally noticed you.

“Who the hell is four-eyes?” he asked, looking you up and down with sharp crimson eyes.

You sank deeper into your seat, chest tightening. This was bad. Now there were two of them. And there was a strange, heavy feeling blooming in your ribs.

“She’s a friend, Kacchan,” Izuku said quickly, standing up. He gave you one last soft smile, gentle and almost apologetic. “I’ll see you around, okay?”

Before you could respond, both of them walked away. But you couldn’t help noticing how Bakugo glanced back at you over his shoulder — sharp, curious, almost like he was sizing you up.

The library felt colder once they were gone.

You stared down at your book, the words no longer making sense. Your peaceful little world suddenly felt a lot less safe… and a lot more complicated.

── ⋆

When you finally got back to your dorm, you followed your usual routine like muscle memory: made a simple dinner, took a long shower, and changed into your softest pajamas. You crawled into bed, turned on a movie you usually loved, and tried to eat… but none of it felt right tonight.

The food tasted bland. The movie couldn’t hold your attention. Even your feet felt cold under the blankets.

You eventually gave up and reached for your phone, mindlessly scrolling through Instagram. That’s when you saw it — a post from Bakugo. It was strange seeing his account on your feed. He rarely posted anything that reached you.

Curiosity got the better of you.

You tapped on the post and immediately regretted it.

The video started playing: a shirtless Izuku on a yacht, head tilted back with a bright, carefree smile as two girls poured beer straight into his mouth. The liquid spilled down his toned chest and abs, soaking into the front of his swimming trunks. His hair was wet, curls clinging to his forehead. He looked… happy. Really happy. The kind of happy that made your chest feel tight.

In the background, Bakugo was yelling “Chug! Chug! Chug!” like a maniac behind the camera. The music was loud. The girls were laughing, touching him. Izuku’s hands rested casually on their waists.

You watched the fifteen-second video on loop. Multiple times. That same warm flutter from the library returned… but this time it was mixed with something sharper. Something uncomfortable. You didn’t like the way the girls touched him. You didn’t like how comfortable his hands looked on their skin.

You sighed, hugging your knees to your chest.

“He’s just a player like the rest of them,” you whispered into the quiet of your room.

You moved to put your phone down, but your thumb slipped.

The little heart appeared under the post.

Your stomach dropped.

“Fuck!” you gasped, eyes wide with panic. You quickly unliked it, but the damage was already done. Bakugo would still get the notification.

Mortified, you rolled around in bed, groaning loudly into your pillow.

“Why does this always happen to me?” you wailed dramatically, face burning with embarrassment. You were ready to disappear from the internet forever.

Then your phone buzzed.

@.dontfuckingfollowme has requested to follow you.

You stared at the screen in shock. That was Bakugo’s spam account. The one almost no one knew about.

Why was he trying to follow you? Especially after you’d accidentally liked his main account post?

Your hands were shaking. Heart racing. You didn’t know what to do, what any of this meant. So in a moment of pure panic…

You blocked him.

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[sorenellebrair]

ᣞ ᜓ᛫ ⋆♱ THE FRATBOYS | a bakudeku series

cw: angst, bakudeku x femnerd!reader, colege au, shy innocent!reader, bakugo is actually nice for once, lmk if i mised anything <3

pt. 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

☾ “What do you mean she liked it and then unliked it?” Izuku questioned frantically, rubbing both hands down his face.

“Dude, it’s really not that big of a deal,” Kirishima chuckled, leaning back against the boat railing.

Izuku sat hunched on the bench, the sound of waves crashing nearby doing nothing to ease the anxious twist in his stomach. He really liked you. More than he’d liked anyone in a long time. The last thing he wanted was to scare you off before he even got the chance to talk to you properly.

“Nah, he’s losing it ‘cause she’s cute,” Bakugo smirked, arms crossed over his chest. The girls around them let out a collective “Ouuu~~” followed by giggles.

“Kacchan, this is serious. She’s not like—”

“Yeah, yeah, not like other girls. We get it,” Bakugo rolled his eyes dramatically. “I tried to follow her on my spam and she blocked me. Boo-fucking-hoo.”

Izuku let out a defeated groan, tilting his head back against the bench and staring up at the sky. The late afternoon sun felt too bright.

He felt two soft hands slide over his chest from behind.

“It’s okay, Deku…” Ochako’s voice purred sweetly in his ear, her body pressing against the back of the bench. “I’m sure there’s someone else who can fill that little gap for you.”

Izuku’s expression hardened instantly. He sat up straight, grabbing her wrists and pulling her hands off him with a firm but controlled motion.

“If I wanted you,” he said, voice low and clipped, “you wouldn’t be my ex. Get off me.”

The air around them went noticeably colder. Ochako’s smile faltered, a flash of hurt and embarrassment crossing her face before she forced a laugh and stepped back.

“Wow. Touchy,” she muttered, trying to play it off as she walked away with her friends.

Bakugo let out a low whistle, clearly amused. “Damn. Cold as hell, Deku.”

Izuku didn’t respond. He just leaned forward, elbows on his knees, staring at the wooden deck of the yacht. The usual party noise — music, laughter, splashing water — suddenly felt distant. All he could think about was how you’d practically run away from him in the library twice now. How you’d blocked Bakugo’s spam the second he tried to follow you.

He didn’t want to be just another loud frat guy in your eyes.

“…I don’t wanna mess this up,” he muttered, mostly to himself.

Bakugo glanced at him, smirk fading just a little. He knew that tone. It wasn’t the usual Deku crush voice. This one was heavier.

“Tch. Then stop acting like a damn loser and do something about it when we get back,” Bakugo said, voice gruff but not entirely unkind. “If she’s really that different, then quit letting these extras get in your head.”

Izuku stayed quiet, watching the ocean shimmer under the setting sun. For the first time in a while, the usual party scene felt… empty.

He kept thinking about you, sitting alone in the library with your books, that shy way you’d looked at him before bolting.

He wanted to see you again.

And this time, he wasn’t going to let you run.

── ⋆

The next morning the sky was a dull, washed-out gray, the kind that made everything feel slower. You kept your hood up the whole walk to the library, earbuds in, trying to ignore the way your stomach still twisted every time you thought about the video.

You hadn’t meant to watch it more than once. But the loop kept playing in your head anyway—Izuku’s head tipped back, beer running down his chest while the girls laughed and touched him like it was the most natural thing in the world. His hands resting on their waists. That easy, bright smile. It shouldn’t have mattered. He was just another frat boy. But the image still sat heavy behind your ribs, and you hated how it made your chest feel tight.

The library was quiet when you slipped inside, the soft sound of rain tapping against the tall windows the only noise on the third floor. You found your usual corner table, spread your notes out like a shield, and tried to disappear into the pages of your book.

You were halfway through a paragraph when the chair across from you scraped back.

Your head snapped up.

Bakugo Katsuki dropped into the seat without asking, arms folded on the table, crimson eyes fixed on you like he was sizing you up.

“Four-eyes.”

Your fingers tightened around your pen. “I—I’m sorry about the block. I didn’t mean to—”

“Relax. Not here for that.” His voice was low, rough, but not as sharp as usual. “Deku’s been moping since last night. Won’t shut up about you. Figured I’d come see what the hell’s so special.”

You blinked, cheeks warming. “There’s nothing special. I just… I don’t really talk to people like you.”

Bakugo raised an eyebrow. “People like me.”

“Frat guys,” you mumbled, eyes dropping to your book. “Parties. Yachts. All of that. It’s not really my thing.”

He was quiet for a second, and when you glanced up he was still watching you—less annoyed now, more curious.

“Deku’s not like the rest of ‘em,” he said eventually. “But he’s been staring at you for weeks. Thought you should know.”

Your stomach flipped, but you shook your head a little. “I don’t… I’m not looking for anything like that. I just want to be left alone.”

Bakugo clicked his tongue, but it wasn’t as harsh as usual. “Tch. Then tell him yourself. He’s not gonna stop unless you do.”

He pushed the chair back, standing up, but paused before turning away.

“…Name’s Katsuki. Use it.”

And then he was gone, boots echoing down the aisle, leaving the rain and the quiet and the uneasy flutter in your chest behind.

You packed up slowly, the weight of Bakugo’s words still sitting uncomfortably in your chest. You weren’t looking for anything. You weren’t interested in frat parties or yachts or whatever complicated mess Izuku Midoriya seemed to be tangled in. All you wanted was to eat lunch in peace and pretend this morning never happened.

The hallway outside the library was mostly empty, the overcast sky still leaking a thin, steady drizzle. You kept your hood up, tote bag hugged to your chest, moving quickly toward the side exit that led to the quieter path behind the dining hall.

You didn’t make it far.

“Hey, you.”

The voice was sharp, sugary-sweet, and way too close. You turned to find one of the girls from the yacht video—her, the one who’d been pressed up against Izuku’s side, laughing while she poured beer down his chest. Up close she looked even prettier, but her smile didn’t reach her eyes.

“Got a second?” she asked, already stepping in front of you so you couldn’t keep walking.

Your fingers tightened on the strap of your bag. “I—I’m sorry, I don’t—”

“Listen, I don’t know what little fantasy you’ve got going on in your head, but you need to back off.” Her voice stayed light, almost friendly, but the words landed like ice. “Deku and Bakugo? They’re not for girls like you. They have… options. Real ones. So do everyone a favor and stay in your lane, yeah?”

Your throat went tight. You couldn’t even look at her properly, your eyes kept flicking to the wet pavement, to the raindrops sliding off the edge of your hood, anywhere but her face.

“I’m not—I don’t want anything,” you managed, voice barely above a whisper.

She laughed, short and sharp. “Then act like it. Stop letting Deku chase you around like some sad little puppy. It’s embarrassing.”

Before you could find anything else to say, she brushed past you, shoulder knocking yours just hard enough to make you stumble. By the time you looked up again she was already walking away, heels clicking against the wet sidewalk like nothing had happened.

You didn’t go to lunch.

You went straight back to your dorm, locked the door, and crawled into bed with your clothes still on. The rain tapped against the window while you stared at the ceiling, chest tight, eyes burning. You didn’t cry, you just felt small. Smaller than you had in a long time. The careful bubble you’d built around yourself was cracking, and you didn’t know how to fix it.

Hours passed. You skipped your afternoon class. Skipped dinner. The sun had already started to set when your phone buzzed on the nightstand.

You reached for it without thinking.

@.izukumidoriya has requested to follow you.

Your stomach dropped.

You stared at the notification until the screen dimmed, then went dark, the quiet hum of rain the only sound left in the room. You sighed, you couldnt bring yourself to ignore it, so you opened your phone and accepted the follow request.

It wasnt long before your phone vibrated again. You open your phone again to see a text message.

izuku: hey

You hesitate before typing.

you: hi

izuku: are you okay? didnt see you

you: i decided to go home early today.

izuku: was it the rain?

you: partially

you: your fan girls dont seem to like me.

read @ 6:14pm

Around 20 minutes passed by and you were still left on read, you sighed, you knew you shouldnt have said anything, not like he was going to care anyway.

He was a fratboy.

They’re all the same.

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[sorenellebrair]

ᣞ ᜓ᛫ ⋆♱ THE FRATBOYS | a bakudeku series

cw: fratboy bakudeku x fem! reader, college au, angst, fighting, nerdy shy innocent!reader, miscommunication, lmk if i missed anythingggg

pt. 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

☾ Two weeks had passed since you last spoke to Izuku.

After you’d nervously mentioned the his fangirls that cornered you, he’d left you on seen. No reply. No explanation. You still saw him posting, parties, soccer games, late nights out with his friends, but he hadn’t reached out. And you hadn’t seen him on campus either.

You’d be lying if you said it didn’t bother you. You hated that it bothered you, You didnt even know if you actually liked him or if you were loosing it because for the first time someone gave you attention.

There was an uneasy ache in your chest every time you thought about him. You felt strangely drawn to him, even though you knew better. You kept reminding yourself: He’s a frat boy. This is what they do. They make you feel special, then disappear the second things stop being easy. Besides… nothing had really gotten serious between you two anyway.

Right?

To be fair all that had happened between you two was two short conversations, both in which you tried to run away, so why did you feel this way?

What was weirder was Katsuki.

Every corner you turned lately, he seemed to be there. At first you thought it was coincidence. Now you were starting to doubt it. You also hadn’t seen that girl who cornered you in the hallway anymore. It was like she’d vanished.

At least once a day Katsuki spoke to you, at first you thought maybe this was some sort of game, but then he started to sit with you at lunch, or he’d make his way to the library just to see if you were there, then call you four eyes and leave.

Today, you decided to sit in the courtyard under the big oak tree. The sun was warm, the breeze gentle, and you wore your favorite long flowy skirt with a simple tank top. You settled against the trunk with your tote bag beside you and opened your newest romance novel, hoping the story would pull you somewhere far away from your racing thoughts.

Students milled around the courtyard; boys tossing balls, girls laughing in clusters, the scene almost too picture-perfect. For a moment, you let yourself admire it.

Until a loud, angry voice shattered the peace.

“Four-eyes! Ball!”

You looked up. Katsuki Bakugo was standing twenty feet away, pointing at the American football that had rolled to a stop a few feet from you. His expression was impatient, but his eyes lingered.

You sighed, stood up, and picked up the ball, hoping that would be the end of it.

You were wrong.

Somehow, you ended up slightly sweaty, standing in the middle of the grass while the star football player himself taught you how to throw. You’d tried to decline at first, but he’d scoffed and said, “There’s more in life than just burying your nose in books, nerd.”

He was surprisingly patient as he corrected your form — adjusting your shoulders, telling you how to grip the ball, how to push from your core. His voice was gruff, but focused.

When you finally threw a decent spiral and it actually went somewhere, a small, surprised giggle escaped your lips.

You were…having fun.

The realization made your chest feel strange. It was the same warm flutter you’d felt when Izuku had sat next to you in the library weeks ago. Only now it was confusing. How could you feel this way about both of them? Was that even possible?

Your cheeks heated up.

“You good? Too hot?” Katsuki’s voice came from behind you, closer than you expected.

You spun around quickly — only to be met with the sight of him lifting the bottom of his shirt to wipe sweat from his brow. Your eyes traitorously dropped to the sharp lines of his abs before you forced them back up.

“Y-yeah… I was gonna head back to the tree now,” you mumbled, trying to escape the moment. You needed distance. The longer you stayed around them, the more confused and overwhelmed you became.

Katsuki’s expression shifted. The easy smirk faded, replaced by something sharper.

“Sure,” he said, tone suddenly cold. “Go stick your nose back in that nerd book of yours.”

You blinked, confused by the sudden change. He’d been almost… nice a second ago. What happened?

“Later, four-eyes.”

He turned and walked off without another word, leaving you standing there clutching the football, chest tight with a strange mix of disappointment and relief.

You slowly walked back to your tree, the joy from moments ago already fading. The sun still shone brightly, but the courtyard suddenly felt colder.

You didn’t understand any of this.

And the worst part was… you weren’t sure you wanted to.

── ⋆

When Bakugo pushed open the front door of the frat house, he wasn’t surprised by the silence.

His brain still whirling with the fresh memories of you, how you giggled when you got something right, how you looked at hime attentively when he explained how throwing the football worked….how you breasts sat so prettily in your tank top.

The place was dead quiet. Deku had been in one of his moods for days, which meant anyone who wasn’t part of the inner circle had been kicked out. No parties. No noise. Just tension thick enough to choke on.

Izuku had been losing his mind over you. He’d even tracked down the girl who cornered you in the hallway and made it very clear she needed to stay the fuck away. But after leaving you on seen for two weeks, he didn’t know how to fix it. So he’d been rotting in his room, replaying that stupid yacht video, wondering why the hell he let things get awkward.

Bakugo kicked open Deku’s door with more force than necessary.

“Oi! Get your ass up, you damn nerd.”

Izuku jumped slightly, sitting up in his messy bed. The room was dark, curtains drawn, only the glow of his phone lighting his face.

“Dude… knock, maybe?” Izuku muttered, voice tired.

Bakugo stepped inside, eyes narrowing. “You still moping like a little bitch?”

Izuku didn’t answer. He just leaned back against the headboard, running a hand through his messy curls.

Bakugo clicked his tongue. “I get it now.”

Deku’s eyes flicked up. “…What?”

“I hung out with her today.”

The room went dead silent.

Izuku slowly stood up from the bed, hands slipping into the pockets of his basketball shorts. His expression was calm, but the air around him felt charged.

“You what?”

“I taught her how to throw a football,” Bakugo said, rubbing the back of his neck. He tried to play it casual, but his voice came out gruffer than usual. “She’s… not as annoying as I thought she’d be.”

Izuku’s jaw tightened. He took a step forward until they were nearly chest to chest.

“You used the football trick on her?”

Bakugo’s smirk faltered. It wasnt like the two boys hadnt shared a girl before, but this was different, when they did share they discussed prior to making any sort of moves on the girl. They didnt do that this time, and Bakugo knew Deku wanted you first.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” Izuku said, voice low and sharp. “That’s your move. You teach them football, act all patient, get them laughing and sweaty, then fuck them after. Don’t act like I don’t know your playbook, Kacchan.”

Bakugo’s eyes narrowed. “It wasn’t like that.”

“Yeah? Then why the fuck did you do it?” Izuku pushed forward, chest bumping Bakugo’s. “She’s not one of your hoes. She’s not like the rest of them.”

Bakugo shoved him back, eyes blazing. “And what the fuck are you doing about it? You’ve been hiding in here like a coward while she’s walking around campus looking lost. At least I actually talked to her.”

Izuku’s hands balled into fists. “You think teaching her football makes you special? That’s the same shit you do before you ghost them!”

The fight exploded.

Izuku shoved Bakugo hard, sending him stumbling into the desk. Bakugo caught himself and shoved him right back. In seconds they were grappling — fists flying, pushing and shoving like they used to when they were kids.

“You think you can just pull your usual shit on her?!” Izuku growled, landing a solid hit to Bakugo’s side.

“Shut the fuck up!” Bakugo snarled, grabbing Izuku’s shirt and slamming him against the wall. “You’re the one who left her on seen for two weeks!”

A punch cut him off. They crashed to the floor, rolling and throwing elbows. Bakugo ended up on top, pinning Izuku down with a forearm across his chest.

“Fucking talk to her, Deku,” Bakugo growled, breathing hard, blood on his lip. “Stop acting like a damn loser and fix it.”

He pushed off Izuku and stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Without another word, he stormed out, slamming the door so hard the walls shook.

Izuku stayed on the floor, chest heaving, tasting blood in his mouth. His knuckles were split. His heart was pounding.

He hadn’t meant to lose it like that.

But the thought of Bakugo using the same moves on you — the same football trick he used on all his girls — made something ugly and possessive twist deep in his chest.

He couldn’t lose you before he even had you.

── ⋆

“So basically they both want you?” Mina said bluntly, her face filling the FaceTime screen.

Your cheeks burned instantly. You and Mina had only become friends a week ago, after you’d literally crashed into her while trying to avoid Bakugo in the hallway. She’d taken one look at your panicked expression and decided you were now her project.

“I-it’s not like that, Mina,” you tried to defend, voice small.

She raised a perfectly arched brow, smirking. “The shy act is cute, babe, but first Deku was glued to your ass and now Bakugo’s suddenly everywhere? I don’t know, girllll~”

You sighed, looking away and finding the pattern on your dorm floor suddenly fascinating. “I just… I don’t know.”

Mina’s teasing smile softened a little. “Honestly though? Be careful with Bakugo. He’s known for doing that whole ‘football trick’ thing — getting girls all sweaty and laughing, then fucking them and dipping the next day. Just saying, babe.” She paused, almost like she felt bad delivering the warning. “Allegedly,” she added quickly, giggling.

“Oh.”

The word came out quieter than you meant. You weren’t even sure why the pit in your stomach suddenly felt so heavy. It wasn’t like you had any claim on him. On either of them.

It wasn’t long before Mina blew you a kiss and hung up, leaving you alone with your spinning thoughts. Why were both Bakugo and Izuku interested in you? Well… at least Bakugo seemed to be. You hadn’t heard a single word from Izuku in two weeks.

You hated how conflicted you felt. Was it even possible to like both of them? Was it right? The whole situation felt insane. You felt insane.

With a heavy sigh, you burrowed under your covers, hoping sleep would quiet everything. But then your phone buzzed.

Once.

Then again.

And again.

Three more times in quick succession.

izuku: hey

izuku: didnt mean to leave you on seen mb

izuku: just wondering if we could talk?

You groaned, scrolling further.

Then your stomach dropped.

@.itskatsukibaku.go is following you.

That was Bakugo’s main account. This couldn’t be a coincidence.

bakugo: four eyes, gotta talk.

bakugo: dont block this account either dumbass

Your eyes widened, heart hammering against your ribs. Mina’s words echoed loudly in your head: So basically they both want you?

You turned your phone off and hurled it across the bed like it had burned you. Then you shoved your face into your pillow and screamed.

“Fuck my life.”

© sorenellebrair

[saetiate]

pussy inspections are just so sexy. “spread your legs wide” as a command, pulling your thighs even further apart, the gentlest of touches as they watch your cunt start to tense and drip, the slow ache as the inspection gets more thorough

[nikeda]

AHHH THAT'S SO HOT

[cinna-creme]

currently thinking about a jealous izuku🤤

- 💭

and he should be jealous cus katsuki’s got me locked up w his friends rn 🙂‍↕️ nah but i do wanna write izu taking your virginity sigh he’s so dreamy

[yeagermbombs]

FOR ME, THERE IS YOU.

— a little nsfw drabble to kick start my urge to write on this account! pls let me know what you think if you give it a read!! it’s been years so while i appreciate feedback please be kind! fem! reader (afab!) i take requests for any gender so if you enjoyed this, send them my way! 

"Open up," Katsuki’s voice comes forth, raspy and heated, and it's clear in his tone that it’s not a suggestion. So, you obey the simple command before it even fully registers in your mind, plush lips falling open, tongue peeking out over your bottom teeth.

Katsuki grins meanly at your compliance, sliding two of his thick, sugar-coated fingers into your awaiting mouth, and pressing them down over your tongue until they hit the very back of your throat.

You gag, unable to help your reflexes, but you dare to pull back. Instead, you close your lips around Katsuki’s fingers just as he likes, sucking weakly, long eyelashes fluttering against the apples of your cheeks, tongue dragging over the pads like it’s instinct. Because at this point, it is.

“That’s it,” Katsuki mutters lowly, his deep red eyes fixed on your throat, like a predator watching its prey, waiting for the opening to strike. His free hand strokes slowly up and down your bare spine, soothing in contrast to the weight of fingers in your mouth. “You know what I want, Don’cha? Get ‘em nice and wet, pretty girl.”

You moan softly around his fingers at the words he spills, nodding, beautiful eyes glassy and dim. Even like this, you still look at Katsuki as if he put the stars in the sky with his own two hands. Spit gathers in the corners of your pretty plush lips, glistening down your chin as you bob his head faintly, tongue working up and down, weaving in between those two digits with desperation.

Just as you’d do to his cock, if that’s what he’d shoved in your mouth instead.

“Filthy. You’re such a filthy girl.” Katsuki breathes, almost amazed. And you nod your head, knowing that you are. That the both of you are. After another minute of just admiring his pretty girl, Katsuki pulls his fingers free, strings of spit clinging between them. Delicious. He taps your cheek roughly with wet hands, just enough to get your attention, and your eyes flutter open.

“Eyes on me, girl.” He says, tongue licking along his canines. “You don’t get to look away, understand? I want you to look at me while I fuck you, want you to scream out for me. You hold back, you close your eyes, and i’ll fucking spank you til you cry.”

Your eyes water, and a shiver runs down your spine. You know he means it, and God, you almost want to disobey just to be punished. Another day, perhaps. Instead, you lean forward without ever breaking eye contact. “Yes, sir. I’ll be good, promise.”

He reaches back with that same spit-slicked hand and takes a fistful of your hair, yanking you closer to him and reveling in your hiss of pain. "That’s my good girl.”

[paochit]

[nikeda]

Ochako doesn't deserve hate

[jetsexradio]

line up (masterlist)

MY HERO ACADEMIA

izuku "deku" midoriya

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katsuki "dynamight" bakugo

he's no mechanic

denki "chargebolt" kaminari

who needs air?

[nikeda]

Not everything was lost in Alexandria.

[jetsexradio]

stawp u r so sweet

[jetsexradio]

line up (masterlist)

MY HERO ACADEMIA

izuku "deku" midoriya

beachside

cockwarm tease

virgin

baker

cowboy

professor

katsuki "dynamight" bakugo

he's no mechanic

denki "chargebolt" kaminari

who needs air?

[nikeda]

Not everything was lost in Alexandria.

[jetsexradio]

radio manual (rules, expectations, & tag guide)

get oxford comma'd punk

i write mono x reader and poly x reader

my ask box is open to requests, general thirsts, or just chatting/questions

this blog is 18+ by nature but i'm not gonna be overly policing it cause wtf do i look like

i do and will not write: rape/"non-con", incest or any psuedo forms, unusual bodily fluids (piss, scat, vomit), mommy/daddy kinks, or underage/overage(?) pairings

if not on the list above, feel free to ask ! though i reserve the right to not write it if i don't rock with it. in that case, it will then be added here to avoid future confusion. so consider this page subject to change

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[nikeda]

I need someone else to speak (write)

[jetsexradio]

radio manual (rules, expectations, & tag guide)

get oxford comma'd punk

i write mono x reader and poly x reader

my ask box is open to requests, general thirsts, or just chatting/questions

this blog is 18+ by nature but i'm not gonna be overly policing it cause wtf do i look like

i do and will not write: rape/"non-con", incest or any psuedo forms, unusual bodily fluids (piss, scat, vomit), mommy/daddy kinks, or underage/overage(?) pairings

if not on the list above, feel free to ask ! though i reserve the right to not write it if i don't rock with it. in that case, it will then be added here to avoid future confusion. so consider this page subject to change

i write for mha exclusively atm. also subject to change

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tags

# on the air : reblogs/recs

# station caller : any asks

# [] anon : asks on anon, for those who have specific sign offs

# 💿 ~ {} ! : frens ^_^

# watch yo jet bro : discourse

# signed jet b. jizzin : moments of weakness (random shitty horndog blurbs)

# commercial break : shitpost/misc/non-fic