Hi, this is my first time requesting something at all, but could you a platonic child reader with Katsuki, where reader gets saved by him and refuses to leave his side and he is the only one that can calm reader down, sorry if it doesn’t make sense, you write however you want 😅
such a cute idea, ty for the request!
⌗ smile , bakugou one shot
containing: platonic!teen!katsuki x child!reader, reader's like 5 y/o in this, reader somehow has a great and awful survival instinct, reader is a fangirl of katsuki, set while internship with best jeanist was happening, reader's parents are irrelevant, attempted kidnapping, dangerous men, harm on children, katsuki is not the best with children, katsuki's heart is weaker than it seems, written in a way a child would describe things (kinda), one could consider it crack, profanity .
you had a hard time focusing on anything, the soles of your school shoes slapped against the damp ground as you ran in a hurry. your vision was hazy, not only did you loose your glasses while you were chased but your eyes constantly produced tears to prevent them from drying out.
you weren't focused, but your ears still worked just fine. over your own laboured breathing, you heard a voice that only made you push your legs further. the man's own fast steps, faster than yours. his taunts.
your teacher, miss yana, often warned you all about the danger that's always closer than one may realise. you've been told multiple times what to do.
find a main street if you can, as fast as possible. look for anyone, the closest convenience store, restaurant, a police station. there might be someone patroling at the moment, look for colourful people. there's a lot of heroes nowadays.
force attention on yourself.
you could tell you were exiting the alley, as the colours were getting brighter. a moment after you ran out on the fresher, cleaner pavement, a hand grabbed you, harshly pulling you back. a scream would've escaped your mouth if not for a damp cloth already covering it.
fortunately for you, all of it had been witnessed by two patroling heroes, one professional and one a hero in training.
all of a sudden, a person — a boy jumped over you, his outreached open palm emitting a warm glow. with a massive shit-eating grin present on his lips, the boy yelled. "DIE!"
...your little brain recognised that sole word phrase from somewhere.
the creep didn't make it two steps before he was blasted back into the alley, taking a hard plow into the dirty ground. if you were paying attention to anything else, you'd hear another male voice, trying to get your attention.
"hey, kid. are you hurt?" a man dressed in all blue kneeled down to your level, his voice calm but a little concerned. his sleeves were all weird and stringy, and they connected to the man that was chasing after you just a moment ago. "bakugou, what you did was great but you should've let me handle it. don't forget, you don't have your..." he was talking to the boy who saved you, looking over your head.
what he was saying didn't matter at all to you, not when you turned your body around to see the face you knew so well from the television, except now he was standing right in front of you.
your tears have dried out now, so your vision was clearer. in a matter of seconds, your little jaw popped open and your eyes widened so much they looked more like those of a maltese dog rather than a person.
"you're- you're-!" you choked on your words, which got the attention of the frowning boy before you.
"you're- you're..!" bakugou mocked you, whining to make a girly voice— but the stupid face he was making to mimic you soon turned into an actual horrified expression, when you hogged his entire right leg in a tight embrace.
"explosion festival boy!" and just as you followed advice well not to trust strangers, you completely overlooked the stranger danger sense — glueing yourself to a boy who won the sports festival, which you watched during class one day.
all day, the entire last day of his internship, you clung to bakugou like your life depended on it. which in a way, it did.
only because you cheekily refused to tell anyone your house address or either of your parent's phone number, all in the name of spending as much time with your new friend (proclaimed by you) as you could.
he didn't try hiding his fury, constantly barking out insults to scare you off. but no amount of "get the hell off me!" made your grasp any looser or discouraged you from making big eyes at the boy.
"what's your name!" you asked, holding onto the hand of your saviour surprisingly tightly. these two brought you to something something agency or something, to check on your injuries, or something.
or, to be more accurate, bakugou brought you there alone, his mentor taking the creep to the police.
your knee was a little scraped, and your arms and legs a little bruised, but other than that you were fine. so now, after the check up, the blonde begrudgingly became your nanny.
he hadn't answered you, only making a 'tch' sound and looking away, so you tugged on his hand to bring his attention back to you.
"what's your name!" you whined, "if you don't tell me i'm gonna call you manny." you came up with the name yourself, because he's a man nanny.
"don't you know my name already?" "i forgot!"
he grumbled, sliding his free hand over his smoothed down hair. it was practically a helmet, with how much gel and hairspray coated it. this internship was a mistake..
you had managed to already tell him how you know him, and how cool he was on tv. you couldn't have known it, but for the boy, it was technically the first interaction with a fan he ever had.
he didn't expect something that was usually a brief moment to turn into a day of babysitting though.
"it's katsuki bakugou. don't miss it again, brat." he sternly answered you, figuring it's better for you to know than to be called manny.
you introduced yourself, accidentally blurting out your last name out of habit. you covered your mouth quickly, letting the boy go. but it was already too late for keeping quiet, now he has something to find your parents with!
bakugou clicked his tongue, noting the name in the back of his mind regardless of your pleads. when best jeanist returns, he'll get rid off you, finally.
"thought you were smarter than that." you did impress him when he realised you're not telling anyone everything on purpose. it annoyed him, too.
your chin - wobbling, your face - frowning. "nooo!" for the first time since the chase earlier today, your eyes watered as you realised your exiting time with the festival boy here is coming to an end.
"what did you expect, huh? that you'd stay here forever?" bakugou leaned down with his hands of his hips, teeth bearing as he nagged your silly ideas.
you two brought attention of other interns in the agency to yourself as you started whining out cries at your heartbreaking realisation.
katsuki's face grimaced, regretting his earlier words rather quickly. he's doing a pretty shitty job, and shitty is not a word fitting the future number 1 hero.
"hey, hey! calm down. my first fan ain't gonna be a whiny pants!" he yelled at you, again, but in an encouraging manner.. one may say.
a sob escaped you. "but- i have to leaveee! my parents are boring!"
"whose problem is that!?" your cries got only louder, making it very clear for the boy that he hasn't improved from the label shitty.
"shit, okay- would you just stop crying!" the onlooking interns stored pity in their eyes, for who out of the two of you, you would never know.
some wanted to help, but the pro hero specifically tasked bakugou and bakugou only to take care of you. he called it: an exercise for the future.
you paused your lament for only a moment, performing your biggest frown for him while you looked up. the message behind your actions clear and simple, don't fuck this up this time.
"i'll give you an autograph if you stop bitching!- i mean- whining!" the people around them sighed in dissatisfaction, not approving of his harsh ways of calming you down. "world, here he comes..."
no matter, because all that mattered was that you stopped! bakugou muttered a celebratory "yes!" clenching his teeth after seeing you brighten up.
a smug look creeped up his face when he saw you impatiently waiting for him to finish writing. only you grimaced when you looked at the piece of paper when you got it back.
"this isn't an autograph, that's scribbles!" you yelled at him, feeling scammed.
"you don't even know how to read!" "yes i do!" you actually couldn't read well, but you could distinguish letters from scribbles! "you lie!"
"i don't have my hero name yet, alright?" he bit back, scowling like a child, as if he were your age.
"why?" "so you could ask!" "well, make it! quick!"
you were both scowling, unsatisfactory with this situation. you, because you didn't get your autograph, and him, because he couldn't give an autograph.
"if only midnight approved of my hero name..." he grumbled to himself with tight lips, tapping his foot against the tile ground. he can't just write his name on an autograph, he's a hero, not a celebrity!
before he could think of a solution, best jeanist had already came back to the building.
less than an hour later, you were told your mom was here to come and get you. you frowned facing a corner, curled up into yourself.
you felt betrayed, the first thing bakugou has done when his mentor came back was tell him your secret! you couldn't believe it, he was your hero and now he sold you out, just like that?
you still held the 'autograph' in your hands, looking at the quickly drawn lines with a pout on your face.
you hid behind a big plant in case your mom comes in and sees you, you didn't wanna leave. you'd be back in your house and your parents will probably get all serious about you wandering off alone after school and putting yourself in danger.
it's not your fault she was late to pick you up! you wanted to go home alone for the first time, like a big girl does.
"hey, what are you doing sneaking around, brat!" a shadow came over you, making you look up. you glared at your saviour, now your new traitor.
"it's not hard to spot you with pink bows in your hair." ah, right. your mommy did your hair for school today.
"don't speak to me, you- betrayer!" you turned your head away, putting the earlier mentioned pink bows in his face. your pouts didn't leave a lasting impression, as you soon felt your body being pulled up by the hem of your school shirt.
"quit it! yer mom's here, so just go!" he held you up to about his eye level. you swung like a baby kitten, your feet not meeting the ground.
not being able not to notice your beaten down face, he clicked his tongue.
"smile, you brat. you'll see me on tv, the festival is annual." he rolled his eyes, not quite believing he's being saying such mushy crap for some little girl.
"..and will you win every single one?" you cheered for everyone, but liked him the best because he won. you liked feeling right, so in the end you told everyone in your class that you cheered for him.
"the hell i am! who do you take me for!" sparks ignited from his free hand as he walked, with you still in the air, towards the agency's reception.
"i'm the future number one, don't forget it!" he yelled at the top of his lungs, causing everyone to cringe at the volume."thank god this is his last day here.."
"well, at least he made her smile.." they said.
it's been seven days, hope you liked it anon🩷
