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𝜗𝜚 Love me like you mean it | Texts with toxic Frat boy!Gojo
Series m.list, Part one,
A story in which Satoru Gojo, your boyfriend is seemingly becoming distant for no reason whatsoever. Contains: fratjo,emoguru, college au, mature themes, toxic themes, cheating, suggestive language, foul language, kinda ooc, suggested black reader
A/n: can you tell guys don’t talk to me😂 I also have no idea how frats work-👜
Challenging Pursuit | Katsuki Bakugou x Reader (MHA X BRIDGERTON)
One should never gamble their life. Unless, of course, you have no choice. When the Queen named the you Diamond of the Season, you had seen but one escape: Make a game of it. “Convince the Ton and Lady Whistledown that Mr. Katsuki Bakugou is not the rumoured scoundrel we think he is, find him a wife, and you shall be free for another season.” How difficult could it be finding a match for the rumoured rake of the season?
Chapter 1: Diamond
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You sank into the carriage seat, peeking through the window curtains from the side as you watched the lights dancing in the distance. The Yaoyorozu family hosted the first ball of the season, which came as a great comfort to you, knowing you’d be on familiar grounds for your first season back in London. “We do not have to stay long, if you do not wish.” Your brother Kaito, who would act as your chaperone for the evening, spoke. “Dance with one or two gentlemen and we can draw back.”
A sense of dread had accompanied you ever since you had left the house. You nodded, offering him a grateful smile as you drew the curtain shut. Just before the carriage came to a halt, he squeezed your hand: “However, please do not forget your duty.” It was a reminder you had not needed, because you had locked it into your heart a long time ago. If you had the choice, you would happily accept the life of a spinster, away from society. “One more year, as you promised.” You reminded him. You were granted one last year during which you could remain unmarried. One last year to live out on the country estate and work on your debut novel, before you would be forever tied down to a man via contract. “One year.” He repeated.
The Yaoyorozu estate was a marvel, as much on the outside as it was on the inside. It combined beautiful red brick with white accents. Simple pillars carried flat roofs which created an extension of the home’s entryway. Beautiful flower arrangements carried from the outside to the hallway inside which then led into the ballroom, connected to the family’s courtyard. “Good evening, ma’am. Your dance-cards.” A member of staff held a tray ready for you, greeting your brother as he entered after you. He helped you put the dance-cards onto your wrist, and the two of you made your way to the hostesses, ready to thank them for the invite. “My dear, how much you have grown!” The lady of the house, Mrs. Yaoyorozu, held your hands in hers. “When have you returned?”
“This morning.” You smiled politely. You had known Mrs. Yaoyorozu as far as your memory reached. Their family had been very close to yours and had often invited one another for tea. “I have missed your balls, the decor is… extraordinary.” You took a moment to admire the dance-floor’s centrepiece, a statue chiselled in the form of an ancient goddess, as well as the Queen’s designated area. “Thank you, my Momo has been assisting me these past seasons. I believe she will soon be ready to host her own ball.” Mrs. Yaoyorozu praised her only daughter. “Where might I find her? We have so much to catch up on.”
Momo was entertaining the guests who had gathered outside. Even in her simpler soft pink dress, she stood out. A group of suitors had surrounded her, prying for information about her as if they were starving vultures. Momo looked as graceful as she always did, navigating society as if she had created it herself. “Excuse me, gentlemen. If I may pry my friend from you in exchange of my brother with whom you must have things to discuss?” You interrupted, swooping in to interlock arms with her, nodding over to your brother. The men offered respectful greetings and smiles, realising they could consult your marriage prospects with the one who handled the finances directly. “[F/N]! It’s so good to see you.” Momo said, tightly squeezing your upper back as she hugged you.
“It’s good to see you too.” You took a step back. “I have arrived this morning.”
“You must be exhausted!” She said with a concerned shock.
“It is quite alright, I managed to get some rest on my travels and even at home.” You assured her, giving her upper arm a soft pat.
“I see you have not missed the opportunity to bring a new dress.” She teased, making you twirl for her so she could admire it in all its glory. “Parisian, I assume?”
“It was all the rage.”
The evening was still young. Guests were joining bit by bit and everybody knew that the real event began when the Queen arrived. She loved the gossip, she loved the drama, and she loved being one of the first of seeing powerful matches develop. “Tell me, what has changed since I have last been here?” You were curious. Your brother had not been out in society much ever since your parents passed three years prior. You couldn’t ask him anything about the gentlemen that had been eyeing you with hungry looks ever since you stepped foot in the estate. Apart from the rise of a gossip column named Lady Whistledown, you could not draw out any other useful information.
“I believe the most important are that the Midoriya family has passed on the Baron title to the cousin, Izuku Midoriya, following the childless death of the old Baron. Apparently, he is stands in high regards with the Duke of Leeds.” Momo spoke in a hushed voice, leaning in towards you while greeting guests with a smile.
“Would that not be… His Grace Toshinori?” You asked, distantly recalling a blonde man of grand stature when you were but a child. Momo nodded, adding: “He has allegedly paid for young Midoriya’s education and they seem to have created a parental bond.”
“You don’t say.” You muttered, your eyes darting over to the new baron in question as Momo nodded in his direction. You had yet to formally meet, but from his demeanour, he appeared to be a rather withdrawn from society. However, a light of kindness surrounded him. ‘Or am I imagining things?’ You wondered. “What else have I missed?”
Momo continued on about titles being passed on, which bachelors were eligible, which scandals surrounded them, and how gossip could ruin your life. There was but one most important moment in each debutant’s life: “Everybody wishes to be chosen as the next Diamond of the Season.” Momo said, a glint of excitement in her eyes as she eyed you. “Apparently, the Queen was very disappointed in this year’s selection and is still deciding. It is your debut, is it not?” It was. Although, you could not go through the formalities with the Queen herself due to your late arrival, you were considered a debutante. “It is, but to be called a Diamond of the Season is not my priority.” You said, patting the top of her hand softly. “I simply wish to take the search for my partner slowly and carefully.” You did not even wish to find a partner, but you could not further delay your debut, being twenty-one years of age. It had been a miracle that you were allowed to pursue your studies for so long. By the grace of your social standing and the Queen’s benevolent nature, she had granted you an extension following your parents’ passing.
“Then I shall leave you to your search.” Momo said with a cheeky grin, letting go off your arm and disappearing in the crowd. “Momo-“ You hissed after her to no avail.
“Ms. [L/N], how nice it is to see you!” A gentleman whom you did not know approached.
“Ms. [L/N], would you allow me to be your first dance of the night?” Another joined in.
“Ms. [L/N], I hear you are quite well travelled. You must tell me all about your adventures.” A third.
‘Vultures.’ You thought disdainfully. Your eyes darting from the gentlemen to all corners of the ballroom, searching for your brother. ‘How can I get myself out of this?’ You thought, bowing to them with a smile in hopes of convincing them to leave you space. “Gentlemen, it is so nice to meet you. Could you, kindly, let me fetch a refreshment?” You asked. As one of them opened his mouth to speak, you added: “Excellent, thank you very much!”
With a quick step back, you managed to disappear behind a group, quickly heading to grab some lemonade. ‘I must find my brother… We should leave before the first dance.’
“Ms. [L/N].” A commanding voice spoke to your right. The Queen. “Your Majesty.” You said, a polite smile on your face, a kind bow, tilting your head down just enough to show her the respect worthy of royalty. Her pointer finger gently pushed your chin up. Despite her age, she looked beautiful. An unusually amused smile sat on her lips, a knowing look passing between her and her most trusted servant. “It is such a pleasure to see you, I hope you will see you on the dance floor.” With that, she left you.
‘Fuck.’ was all your brain could muster up, while you smiled on perpetually, like a statue. ‘Refreshments. I need a drink.’ It was unbecoming of a lady, much less of a debutante, to consume alcohol before the first dance. Nobody needed to know.
Quickly, you mixed whatever alcoholic beverage you could find into your lemonade and withdrew towards the wall. ‘That’s quite alright. One dance and I leave. One dance. Where is my brother?’
“Can’t you at least pretend to be interested in finding a match?” You overheard a voice to your left. “Your father’s threats are only based on rumours that not even Whistledown has touched upon. If she does not write about it, then it means she grants it no credibility.” You looked over to see a black-haired man speaking to his blonde friend. “I am not pretending because I am not seeking a match. If my father wishes to believe rumours that the back-stabbing bastard has said about me, then so be it.” The blonde responded.
Your ears perked at the discussion and you sub-consciously leaned in closer to listen. ‘Not seeking a match. This could be my chance!’ Despite not having consumed much, the alcohol had made itself noticeable in your chest. That soft hit gave you a false sense of confidence. You made your way over to the two and while the dark-haired man offered you a pleasant smile, the blonde could do nothing but keep his scowl. “Excuse me, gentlemen. I could not help but overhear the conversation.” You put your cup on a staff’s tray as he passed by. “Apologies. I am Ms. [F/N] [L/N].”
The dark-haired man took your hand, bowing but not kissing it to not give onlookers the wrong impression. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Ms. [L/N]. My name is Eijirou Kirishima, and this is my good friend Mr. Katsuki Bakugou.”
“Son of the Viscount Bakugou, I presume?” You said with a tilt of your head. “Ask me for a dance.”
Now, under normal circumstances, you would not have opted for such a direct approach. However, these were not normal circumstances. A man who was not interested in finding a match would surely not mind to be attacked so blatantly. His scowl transformed into confusion, perhaps a tinge of shock at your audacity. Mr. Kirishima certainly found your ways amusing.
“If you’ve overheard our conversation-“ Mr. Bakugou began lecturing you, but you interrupted. “If you are not looking for a match, and neither am I, then this should be of no consequence to you. I need the Queen’s eye off of me and you need to convince your father of gentleman-like behaviour. Ask me for a dance.”
It was not Mr. Bakugou who had made the decision to accompany you to the dance floor. It was Mr. Kirishima who had so graciously given him a little shove, almost causing him to trip into you, grabbing onto your arm. For onlookers, such a move surely must have looked curious. Unless, of course, he had the intention to dance with you. “One dance.” He whispered, shooting a poisonous glance to his friend by the wall. “It is all I need.” You responded, a pretend sweet smile. Looking around you, you noticed the eyes following, the whispers rising, but whatever the scandal you were creating should be enough to divert the Queen’s idea of naming you her diamond. There were plenty of young girls who were eager to claim that spot and you would be more than willing to offer it up to them.
The dance commenced. “What scandalous thing have you done that it called for rumours?” You asked and he simply raised a brow, unnoticeable outside of the dance floor. “I agreed to dance, not to talk.”
You pursed your lips amused. You couldn’t help but to feel curious about him, about the looks he attracted. “My apologies, I was simply hoping we could continue to aid one another beyond this waltz.” His hand applied pressure on your back, holding you closer as he whispered. “I do not need any help. I have decided to not find a match and that decision is final. If everyone sees me trying, they might get the wrong impression. This is my first and last dance of the season.”
‘He could have been my way out…’ You thought, defeated. Nonetheless it seemed he had created quite the stir in the ballroom. You were not sure if it had only been your impression, but even the other dancers were throwing glances at the two of you. ‘If it is negative rumours they will be spreading, that would mean I will be safe for another season. Simply dancing with him would not nullify my chances of securing a match next season… Could this be the exit I have been searching for?’
“Keep your eyes on me.” He said, drawing your attention back to him. “It is unbecoming to look bored or uninterested in front of your dance partner, no matter how low you think of him.”
“You sure know your etiquette.” You said with a cheeky smile. “Rest assured, I do not think low of you.”
“Then you must not know me at all.”
The music came to a halt, the first dance of the season completed. You bowed as it was expected, mouthing a ‘thank you’ before stepping away, only to be met by your brother’s unreadable expression. “Is something the matter?” You asked. “Why would you dance with the Viscount’s son?” He whispered, gently pulling you aside. “It is my fault… I should have given you more lessons on the gentlemen in the ton.” Kaito placed his pointer finger above his lip, his words growing quieter as he thought how to best breach the subject of whatever Bakugou had been accused of. You bowed your head to meet his eyes. “Whatever is the issue? Just because we danced, does not mean we are courting. He has simply, graciously, offered to be my first dance.”
He shook his head. “Refrain from interacting with him. It is good that you have been in public eye, but he is-“
Before your brother could continue, one of the queen’s ladies in waiting cleared her throat next to you. “Ms. [L/N], the Queen would like to speak with you.”
‘Ugh, don’t tell me she’s going to lecture me as well?’, you thought. Your smile remained polite until she turned her back to you, allowing your expression to change sour as you looked at your brother. You followed, as instructed, bowing in front of the queen. “Your Majesty.”
“To not have seen you for years, evading society to pursue your studies, only to have you return and cause quite the storm. On that dance floor, every gentleman present could not tear their eyes away from you, do you know why?”
You didn’t know why, but your heart compelled you to shoot a glance over to Bakugou. He returned your gaze, his eyes lowered, unsure what to make of the queen’s call. “No, Your Majesty.”
“I believe you do, but I can appreciate the art of being humble.” She got up from her seat, her large dress extending into a beautiful, but commanding silhouette. The wig on her head, shaped in the form of a heart, decorated by small, what you could only assume were, diamonds. With the closed fan, she lifted your head, not just to make you rise, but beyond that, examining your face. “To return and give Lady Whistledown a new story to share on the morrow. It is quite a risk.” She smiled, removing her fan.
“You shall be my champion, this season. You, my dear, shall be named Diamond of the Season.”
