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Big Dabi simp if you can't tell. ♑ Capricorn 12/31/1980. I write yummy fanfic smut (MHA) and VA scripts. https://archiveofourown.org/users/Poly_Pan0118 😉 MDNI 18+ banner art:@UntimelyRose icon art: @SkylitBloomTV

[hopeless-ro-simptic]

Familiar Cerulean Eyes

Might change title later. 

Omegaverse: Alpha Dabi X Omega Reader, also a little bit of Alpha Shoto x Omega Reader. 

Summary (Kinda?): Reader was sold to the Todoroki family to be Touya Todoroki’s mate when they reached of age due to the readers nullification skin quirk (I don’t know what to call it). Endevor was 100% sure that Touya would present as an Alpha and the reader has been showing signs of being an Omega since early childhood. However, after Touya died *Ahem*, Endevor kept reader around with the plans of giving her to one of his other kids if they showed promise. Shoto being the one that was chosen for her after he presented. However things go sideways when she is kidnapped by Dabi. 

Notes: Reader has a nullification quirk that only works on her own body. Basically her skin acts as a barrier and anything that is made from a quirk cannot effect her. Example being that she isn’t burnt by any of the Todoroki’s fire, by the airborn effects such as the smoke that she inhales still cause damage. Physical quirks like Kirishima wouldn’t be affected by her quirk. Also piercing quirks that deal with getting past her skin like Toga’s or Stains would still affect her. Feel free to ask questions! 

Also this is a slow burn. There is no smut in this part but I expect there will be at some point. 

Click here for a full list of parts! Part 2  

Word count: 3.5 K 

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Fire. It was everywhere. You had never seen a fire this large, you were completely engulfed in the flames, yet you weren’t burning. You’re quirk was the reasoning, preventing any damage to you from outside quirks. That was the entire reason that the alpha Enji Todoroki bought you, because he knew you couldn’t be harmed by the current inferno that was his eldest son Touya Todoroki.

“Y/N!” Came the gruff Alpha voice of the current number two hero, glaring down at you. “Make him stop before he burns this whole place down.”

You shivered, even at such a young age, you showed all the tale tell signs of being an Omega. You wanted to tuck tail and run away from the angry Alpha glaring down at you, but you didn’t dare. Glancing back at the raging inferno, you hesitated, while it wouldn’t burn you to touch the fire, it didn’t make it any less terrifying.

“GO!” The smack across your petite face made you chirp loudly with pain, covering your swelling cheek with your hand, tears springing to your eyes.

The fire in front of you both suddenly switched to a different hue, and you could tell that it was burning even hotter than before. The fire was the last time you looked at something with that shade of blue and enjoyed it.

Keep reading

[poly-pan-0118]

What Are Friends For

Bakugou/F!Reader WC:1371

NSFW MDNI

You and Katsuki Bakugou have known each other for almost ten years now. It was hard at first to be his friend. All you saw was a loud and angry blonde who only cared about himself and becoming the number one hero. 

Funny how being thrust into a war as a teenager can change one's perspective. 

The years passed by as cities rebuilt, and you mourned your losses. The most significant change in your life would be that you are now best friends with that once loud and angry blonde. 

Katsuki Bakugou was still loud, but his anger simmered instead of boiling over. In fact, the two of you were so close that you work at the same agency and are now roommates. 

After getting snappy with him on one of the rare nights that both of you have off, Katsuki looks at you like you’ve grown two heads. You rarely get mad at him, let alone snap. 

You blush when he asks what was wrong, making him bug you until you finally confess, blurting out your conundrum. 

Turns out you haven't been laid in a while and you were sexually frustrated. You apologize as your blush spreads down your neck and you bury your face in your hands. 

“I thought you were seeing that mindfreak,” Katsuki grunts, taking a seat next to you on the couch. You explain that you had grown closer to Shinsou because of a case you worked on together, but you were just friends.

With a bit of reluctance, Katsuki also admits that he is going through a dry spell as well. 

“What about your old classmate, that brunette?” you asked him.

“Cheeks?” he asked, giving you a disgruntled look. “No way, too fucking chipper for me.” You notice his knee knocking into one of yours, but don't say anything. “She has a thing for Deku, but neither of them will grow the balls and admit it,” he says, rolling his eyes. 

The silence is thick as you both pretend to watch whatever the hell is on TV while you share stolen glances before quickly looking away when catching the others' eyes. 

“Wanna help each other out?” Katsuki finally breaks the silence, asking. 

“No strings attached?” Your breath is heavy.

“None,” he grunts, scooting closer to you. 

“Just this once?” you ask, looking at his lips. 

“Just once.” Katsuki nods, licking his lips. “C‘mere,”

Placing a hand on the side of your face, Katsuki kisses you softly, almost nervously. You feel his other hand on your thigh and gasp, giving his tongue entrance to your mouth. When Katsuki squeezes your thigh, you moan and he pulls you into his lap. 

Straddling him, you glide your fingers through his hair and tug, creating a rumbling sound from his chest that you can feel. You pull away to look at Katsuki panting heavily.  

Fuck, this man was gorgeous. 

Breathing heavily, fingers flexing against your hip bone, lashes fluttering under blonde bangs as he hungrily watches you sink to your knees between his legs. 

Katsuki works his joggers slowly down, letting you pull his thick and throbbing cock from its confines. You gasp at his size, marveling at how perfectly built this man is. 

“Bigger than you thought, eh?” Katsuki smirks down at you. 

“Please, it's not like I think of your dick all the time,” you say, trying to play it cool. 

“Mmm,” Katsuki hums when he feels you begin to stroke him lightly. “But you do think of it sometimes, don't you?”

You ignore answering him by licking a long stripe along the length of him, making him sigh as his head falls back onto the couch. His head snaps back to attention when your mouth surrounds him and you try to take him whole. 

“Just like that, damn.” Katsuki croaks as you pump what you can't fit in your mouth. Tears threaten to fall, and you gag as he pushes your head down a little deeper. “You’re doing so good for me,” he praises and you whimper. He can see your thighs rubbing against each other and decides you’ve waited long enough. 

Hoisting you off your knees and placing you on the couch, Katsuki switches spots with you. He slowly spreads your thighs apart before pulling your comfy movie night sweats over your hips, revealing the laced thong. 

“Naughty girl,” he teases as a finger pulls the elastic tight and lets go, snapping against your hip. “Were you planning on this happening?” You quickly shake your head and Katsuki lets out a husky laugh that makes your insides melt at the sound. 

A serious look takes over his face as he slowly pulls down the laced fabric to reveal your wet cunt. His face moves closer and he can smell your sex, making him salivate. 

“Fuck, I’ve been dreaming of this pussy,” Katsuki confesses as he leans in to give you a small and slow lick, his eyes never leaving yours. “You've been thinking about this cock too, haven't you?” growling as he watches your head nod in admission. He continues his onslaught of dirty talk as his tongue moves faster. “I know you have. I’ve heard you, you know.”

He rapidly flicks at your clit as he inserts a thick finger, filing away the moans that leave your mouth deep away in his mind for another time. 

“Heard you moaning through the walls as you fucked your fingers.” You whimper as he pushes another finger deeper. “Were you thinking of me, hmm?”

Crimson eyes darken as you quickly nod your head. 

“Tell me,” he growls louder, feeling your walls tighten around his fingers.

“Yes, Katsuki. I think of you.” You drag out a loud moan as you come undone. “It’s always been you, always.” 

Katsuki slows his movements to a stop, gazing at you with surprise. Realizing your slip of confession, you panic, eyes darting away from his. He sits up to kiss you, his hand gently caressing your side as he lines himself with your entrance. 

His movements are slow. Katsuki wants to take his time, to watch you come undone. He’s waited so long for this. He glances down to watch his cock disappear in you before reemerging with a ring of your come around his base. 

“F-fuck,” he swallows hard, not wanting to lose control, not just yet. “Feels like you were made to take my cock.” His voice sounds strained. Like any minute, he could snap. 

Pressing your knees to your chest, he thrusts faster. You can hear his balls slap against your ass and the lewd sound brings you closer to the edge. Katsuki begins to circle his hips, as if he’s stirring your insides with his thick cock. 

Moving a finger to rub against your clit he kisses you deep and passionately. 

“Come for me, sweetheart. Come for me so I can fill you up.” Katsuki whispers as his lips ghost over your neck, just under your ear, making you shiver. 

His sudden tenderness sends you over the edge and your body convulses as you come undone underneath him. 

Katsuki nibbles on your ear as his hips stutter, panting loudly before his breath hitches and releases inside you. His head rests on your chest for a moment before pushing himself up on shaking arms and staring down at you. 

You start to panic, wondering to yourself if this was a mistake. You’ve secretly been in love with Katsuki since your third year. Now you were worried that you let your feelings get in the way of your friendship, costing you everything. 

“Oi’,” Katsuki’s hoarse voice breaks through your panic. He lowers himself to your side, pulling you against him. He nuzzles your cheek with his nose before placing a soft peck on your lips. “It’s okay,” he says, as if reading your mind. 

His hand cups the side of your face, and he lets a thumb glide over your cheekbone, ready to wipe away the tears that threaten to fall. “I’ve felt the same way,”

You give him a startled look, wondering if you heard him wrong, but he just smiles at you and pulls your head to rest on his chest before whispering.

“I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart.”

[lyra-weis]

First drawing of 2026 - old love!!

[bbluesagwa]

I don’t play the game but lives were changed when this mans winter soldier arm came out 😭

[divaprincessyaoigod-deactivated]

Alpha!Bakugo x Omega!Reader

CW, MDNI — sexual language, Katsu comes in pants :(, ruts/heats, cursing (duhh its Suki), childhood bestfriends, jealous Katsu, possesive Katsu, scenting

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Alpha!Katsuki who's been your best friend since you were kids. He’s always been protective of you, but in a way that felt normal growing up. Walking you home, little hands intertwined. Making sure no one ever looked at you funny. Picking fights with anyone who did.

Alpha!Katsuki who’s completely thrown when you present as an omega. It hits him like a punch to the gut. You—sharp-tongued, fiery, stubborn as hell—an omega? It doesn’t fit the stereotype he’s been fed his whole life, and it shakes him in a way he hates. Because you don’t soften, don’t suddenly become delicate. Katsuki finds himself spiraling because now his instincts are screaming at him in a way he can barely control. 

Alpha!Katsuki who is territorial as fuck and hates it — after all, you were just his best friend right? But you laugh at someone else’s joke? He stiffens. You make eye contact with someone too long? Jaw clenches, fists ball. He knows it’s irrational and stupid. Knows you haven’t done anything wrong. That makes it worse. The rest of the day he’s short-tempered, hovering, touching you more than usual; hand on your lower back, knee brushing yours, arm slung behind you like a warning sign. He never says it out loud, but everyone can feel it: Mine. 

Alpha!Katsuki who guides you through crowded spaces. His hand finds your lower back without thinking—big, rough, warm. It’s grounding, calming. Makes you feel safe in crowds of rowdy alphas. If someone gets too close to you, his thumbs hook into your belt loops, anchoring you to him, his breath warm at your ear. Anyone watching would clock it immediately: That is not platonic (but don’t dare to make a snide comment about it to Katsuki — Kaminari found that out the hard way). 

Alpha!Katsuki who insists on scenting you before you go out alone. He's awkward about it at first. Tries to play it off like it’s practical. “It’s for your safety. Just c’mon.” When he leans in, it’s slow. Thoughtful. His breath ghosts your skin, the smell of caramel and smoke overwhelming your senses. He drags his wrists against your neck. It's purposeful, almost sensual. You feel yourself relaxing, knees weakening beneath you. When he's finished, his hand lingers a few seconds longer on your neck. “You’re covered,” he mutters, voice rougher than before. He’s proud of the way you go about your day smelling like him. 

Alpha!Katsuki who has no idea how significantly your first heat will affect him. He could sense your smell getting sweeter the past few days so he decided to swing by your apartment to check on you. When you don't answer the door, he comes in using his spare key. 

He finds you curled up in your closet in a pathetic, messy pile of his things — hoodies you've stolen over the years, t-shirts he’s grown out of, an old blanket from his dorm. 

"Oi," he calls, his voice low and rough.

"Go away," you gasp, but it comes out as a broken sob. "Katsuki, please, you can't be here."

When he steps closer, you scramble back, pressing yourself into the furthest corner of the closet.

"Fuck," he breathes, "This is bad, isn't it?" 

You can't answer. You just whimper, burying your face in a pillow that smells like him. It's a mistake. The concentrated scent only makes the heat between your legs hotter. Your hips rock against your will, a pathetic, desperate motion. 

"Katsuki, leave!" you cry, embarrassed beyond belief. 

His fists are clenched at his sides, knuckles white. He wants to be a good friend, he really truly does. But his alpha is screaming at him to take, to claim, to soothe the pain with his body.

As your hips continue to grind helplessly against the pillow, his brain short-circuits. All his careful control, slipping. The image of you surrounded by his things, falling apart in front of him has his cock growing impossibly harder. 

He can feel the overwhelming constraint building. A hot, heavy pressure that demands release. His rut. It's not coming. It's here. And you triggered it. 

"Fuck," he chokes out, his voice strangled. He squeezes his eyes shut, but it's too late. The pleasure coils in his gut, hot and fast. He can feel his balls draw up, his hips jerking in a tiny, helpless thrust into empty air. 

He cums. 

Hard.

It's a violent, overwhelming orgasm that rips through him with zero warning, soaking the front of his gray sweatpants in a hot, messy rush. 

It's humiliating. It's mortifying. Utterly pathetic. And it feels so fucking good that his vision whites out for a second. He rasps, his body trembling with the force of it. 

Shit, he can't stay. He has to leave. If he stays for one more second, he's going to do something he’s worried you’ll regret. He stumbles back, his movements frantic, doing everything to not look at you. 

"I gotta go," he bites out, his voice rough and ruined.

“No. Stay,” your voice is decisive. Strong. 

Still, he hesitates. 

“It hurts Katsu,” you beg. “Need help. Please”

That's what does it for him — his leash of restraint snapping. 

He crosses the space between you in a single stride, dropping to his knees before you. 

He doesn't touch you at first. He just crowds you, his scent overwhelming you. 

"Look at me," he growls, his voice a raw command. “You want my help?” 

When you don't answer, he hooks a finger under your chin and forces your head up. His eyes are burning, pupils blown wide.

“Use your words,” he rasps.

“Yes. Yes, want you,” you whine pathetically. 

The rest of his restraint snaps, pinning you down beneath him.

"Gonna fuck you 'til you can't remember your own name," he promises, his voice a dark, velvety threat. "Gonna knot you so deep you'll be stuffed with me for days. Gonna make sure everyone knows who you belong to. Forever. Now, are you gonna be a good girl and let me take care of you?"

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a/n: hehehe sorry to leave u on a cliff hanger ;) if anyone wants a continuation of this let me know and i will deliver (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) xo, vivi

PT 2 IS POSTED TEHEHE

[hypn0ticangel]

dad!bakugo x reader

he hates that he made you and his daughter upset

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Being a pro hero, a dad, and husband at the same time proved more difficult than Katsuki had ever expected.

He was a great father, incredible even, and a loving husband despite his flaws. His temper had lessened over the years too thanks to his heart problems and improved levels of patience.

Of course, there were moments when Katsuki did fuck up.

Particularly when he came home one evening after work and found that you and Chiharu were angry at him, and he had no idea why.

He came home later than usual, having been overrun with paperwork at the agency after a busier day with villains.

The door creaked open as he unlocked it, clicking his heavy gauntlets off by the warm entryway as the scent of spicy ramen crowded his senses. Katsuki yawned, stretching his tensed shoulders as he moved through the house.

“I’m home.” He called out, the silence slightly disconcerting but not ringing any alarm bells. Feet padded down the hall as he made his way past Chiharu’s bedroom.

The door was already open, and his eyes softened seeing his six year old daughter sitting on the carpeted floor playing with her toys.

At first he didn’t notice her sour mood, just leaning in the doorway with a soft smile.

“Hey kiddo.” Katsuki muttered into the quiet, expecting Chiharu to run into his arms as she always did despite getting older now.

However, his face fell when not even a ghost of a smile formed on her face upon turning around.

In fact, he was frankly alarmed when the girl got up from her spot on the floor, storming over to the door, and promptly slamming it shut in his face.

He stood there for a moment, extremely puzzled and a little ticked off. Chiharu never acted up like this. Sure, she’d inherited a little bit of the man’s fierceness but she rarely ever showed this much aggression, let alone towards him.

He didn’t move for a few moments, face contorting. He debated going inside to talk to her, but figured it would be better to find out from you what was wrong with her.

Had she had a rough day at school? Maybe it was because he was late home?

Heading into the kitchen, he found you stood there by the counter putting leftover ramen into a dish supposedly for him. You must not have heard him come home.

You didn’t notice his presence until he leaned beside you, hip digging into the counter edge as he frowned a little. You didn’t even glance up at him, expression blank and perhaps…sad?

“Hey baby.” The man muttered gently, rolling his sleeves up and yawning with exhaustion. “What’s up with Chichi? She okay?”

No response.

His eyebrows furrowed, narrowing his eyes down at you as you ignored his presence. Now he was just getting frustrated.

“The hell’s wrong with everyone today?” He scoffed, tone teasing but laced with some genuine concern. “What’s goin’ on?”

You remained silent for a moment, disappointed thrumming through your veins like a live wire. Katsuki stayed leaning over you, expression riddled with worry.

“Are you serious right now, Katsuki?”

Okay, he definitely must have fucked up. You used his full first name. Not ‘Kats’ or ‘Suki’. You were angry.

“Okay, I’m gettin’ ticked off now.” He grumbled, stiffening as he rubbed the crease between his eyebrows. “The fuck’s goin’ on? You mad at me for somethin’?”

He stared at you, wracking his brain for any reasons that you and Chiharu would be pissed at him. He just couldn’t seem to find any and that only frustrated him further.

You let out a sigh, finishing dishing up the last of the ramen and slamming the empty pot into the sink.

Then, you turned to face him. Eyes swimming with upset and disappointment.

A humourless little chuckle of disbelief escaped from your throat. “That kid looked for you in that audience tonight, praying she’d see you cheering her on.” You mumbled, quiet but still radiating with discomfort. “And you weren’t there.”

Katsuki looked baffled for a moment. His eyes widened, taken aback. Had he missed something?

He was about to retort, something about not understanding and being extremely confused, before it hit him.

Shit.

Chiharu’s school award ceremony had been tonight.

He’d been so swamped with paperwork he’d completely forgot. This wasn’t even the first time it had happened either. A couple of months ago he’d missed her talent show.

He was absolutely crushed.

You stared up at him, watching him go through the different stages of realisation. His expression shifted, a devastated sigh escaping his chest as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Shit- baby I’m sorry.” He breathed out, guilt and shame washing over him like a horrible tidal wave. “I- god, I lost track of time. Paperwork was kicking my ass-”

“-Yeah.” You cut him off, nodding as anger rolled off of you in waves. “Yeah, I figured. It’s always that, isn’t it? You’ve got responsibilities, bigger ones than showing up for your daughter.”

Katsuki hadn’t felt so shitty in a long time. His heart twisted painfully between his ribs, strings tugging with guilt.

You carried on, angered by his silence. “That girl is your biggest fan, Katsuki. She wanted to see how proud of her you are. She was crushed when she realised her dad wasn’t there to see her win.”

“It’s not me you should be apologising to. I don’t even think an apology will fix this right now.” You hissed out, moving away from the kitchen to head to bed. “Make it up to her. I don’t care how you do it.”

And then you disappeared down the hall, leaving Katsuki to stand there and stew in his own regret and shame.

You words pierced a whole in his heart, his daughter’s door being slammed in his face feeling pretty deserved in that moment.

How was he going to fix this?

The next day, he had a plan.

Katsuki had gone to bed a lot later than he’d originally planned, thinking long and hard about how to show his daughter that he truly was proud of her.

Eventually, he figured it out.

One long phone call later, he managed to go to bed and knew that the next morning, he’d be ready to fix things. With Chiharu, and with you.

It was around 10 o’clock in the morning when you got up and started breakfast. Katsuki was nowhere to be seen which only angered you further. He’d left a mark on you, and your daughter, so of course his lack of presence only pissed you off more.

Chiharu got up a little later, sadly padding into the kitchen in her pyjamas as you sorted out her breakfast.

She didn’t even ask where her dad was which broke your heart a little. She was clearly still upset and you didn’t blame her.

Soon enough though, the front door opened and Katsuki came in. His face was a little flushed, having been rushing around for the last hour or so, and he came into the kitchen with a soft little smile on his face.

“Hey sweetheart.” He breathed out, a metal briefcase in his hand that he placed on the kitchen table near Chiharu.

The girl glared at him, still bitter about his absence at her event the previous evening. That smile on his face didn’t help either.

He crouched beside her and you watched curiously from behind the kitchen island, pottering about as you wondered what he was doing and where he’d been all morning.

“I’m sorry I missed your award last night.” He sighed, placing a gentle hand on her knee. She didn’t shove him off which was always a good sign. “You wanna know why I missed it?”

Chiharu huffed, crossing her arms. “I don’t care.” She muttered, looking away from him sourly.

You had to refrain a snort from in the kitchen, amused by your daughter’s sass.

Katsuki didn’t look dejected though. He understood her frustration. “You won that award for a reason. Soon enough you’re gonna give me a run for my money as a hero.” He breathed. “So, I got somethin’ for you.”

At that, his daughter visibly perked up a little. She remained stoic, not wanting to give up her disappointment just yet but clearly giving away her curiosity.

She didn’t speak, so Katsuki fidgeted with the metal briefcase on the table as he rambled on. “You’re doing so well, kid. Beatin’ all the other little brats at school, just like I knew you would.”

“Figured since you’re already this far, might as well make it official.”

You were just as confused as Chiharu as Katsuki opened the case, spinning it around to face her.

The girl’s eyes glistened and widened, sitting up straight as her gaze landed on the contents of the case.

You moved around the kitchen island to take a peek, and what you saw made you melt a little inside.

Sitting folded in the case, was a child-size hero costume.

Over the last few years, Chiharu had done some half-assed doodles of what her future hero costume would look like. Reminiscent of her dad, she wanted bright red colours and gauntlets. She’d already began to present little signs of her quirk, tiny crackles of familiar explosions erupting in her palms whenever she got excited.

Katsuki couldn’t stop the grin on his face as Chiharu lit up, gasping and hands lighting up with enthusiastic crackles.

“You’re a hero now, kid.”

Chiharu squealed, taking the costume from his hands and examining it like it was the coolest thing she’d ever seen. Perhaps it was.

Your cheeks turned pink from smiling, watching the scene play out at the dining table. Your daughter fawned over the costume as Katsuki explained the little features of it, showing her how to put it on.

“Well, get suited up. Gotta show us what the future number one hero looks like.” Your husband gestured for her to try it on and the girl immediately scampered away to her bedroom, costume in hand.

Katsuki stood up, now turning his attention to you as Chiharu got changed in her room.

You chewed at your bottom lip, heart melting like butter in your chest. “How did you do this, Kats?” You asked softly in the quiet of the kitchen, watching him move over to you.

His arm hooked around your shoulders, bringing you closer to him. His breath fanned over your face, pleased now that he was back in the good books.

“Made some calls last night.” He replied warmly, stroking the back of your hair with affection. “Thank fuck for my designer. She saved my ass.”

You chuckled, reaching up to give him a little kiss on the lips. He happily reciprocated, just glad he’d made good with the both of you.

“I’m not just buyin’ my way out of this either.” He added, reassuring you and himself. “Gonna put the kid first now, always. Should have in the first place.”

You nodded, content with his answer. “I’ll believe it when I see it.” You whispered and pecked his cheek, caressing his jawline with your fingers.

“You will.”

Chiharu came scrambling back in shortly after, now fully decked out in her little hero uniform.

She pulled a bunch of heroic poses, flexing her non existent little biceps and pretending to shoot the fake gauntlets on her arms.

“You look amazing, sweetie.” You grinned, giggling at her posing as Katsuki watched.

“I’m gonna be the number one hero! Watch me!” She cried out with a beaming grin, ecstatic now that she felt like she’d truly won this. She knew that Katsuki was proud of her now.

He reached out his fist, giving her a cute little fist bump as his cheeks began to ache from smiling.

“Hell yeah you are, kid.”

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[beachtears]

katsuki bakugo accidentally making you cry

You didn’t mean to cry, you really didn’t.

It had been a terrible day. You had woken up with your body sore, and had gotten yelled at by aizawa during hero training in front of the entire class, studying with katsuki had simply been the final straw.

“Ugh, don’t you know anything!” He groaned, running a hand through his hair, lips pursed in frustration. “I can't help you with this stuff if we always have to go back and overview stuff we learned four months ago.”

You were lucky the two of you were not facing each other. You were in your dorm, you on your bed, laying down with your open notebook and a pencil held loosely in your hand, and Katsuki had been sitting at your desk, eyes locked on the papers in front of him.

You knew he was not intentionally mean, it was just the way he was; his tongue was sharp by instinct. You knew this better than anyone, but that day his words felt heavy. You bit your lip, burying your face in your arms, and holding back the sobs that threatened to escape as the tears quietly rolled off your cheeks. He did not register the sniffles as a result of your tears until he turned around to question your silence.

“Oh shit.” Katsuki mumbled, crossing the space between you quickly. You felt the bed dip as he sat down next to you, scarred fingers threading through your hair. His voice was lowered to a whisper. “I didn’t mean it. You’re really smart, I just—crap—I’m stressed, please don’t be sad.”

You lifted your head from the couch slightly, propping yourself up on your elbows as you looked up at Katsuki. His brows were knit in concern, hands moving to cup your cheeks and lightly wipe the tears away. You dropped your head onto his lap, it was not truly intentional, but you did not want Katsuki to see your reddened face. A hand moved along to your back, rubbing rhythmically as you cried into his sweatpants

“Hey, is everything okay?” He asked after your sobs had slowed down. His voice was tentative and cautious.

“It was just a rough day.” You mumbled, voice slightly obscured. He nodded, mind seeming to grasp the situation; that it wasn’t fully his fault, though you could still see his guilt.

“I’m sorry I got frustrated.” He said earnestly. 

You were nearly taken aback by the genuine apology. You had planned on forgiving him, after all, you believed you had been due for a cry, but still, the boy who was always so abrasive and hotheaded had apologized. You couldn’t help the small giggle that escaped.

“The fuck? I’m trying to apologize here!” Katsuki exclaimed, hoisting you up until the two of you were eye to eye.

“Sorry, I don’t know why I laughed.” You replied with a grown, burying your face in his shoulder. “I didn’t expect you to apologize.”

“Tsk, doesn’t matter.” He asked. His thick arms hesitantly wrapped around you and pulled you closer. “Why are you crying?”

“It was just a build up.” You mumbled. Katsuki’s jaw brushed against your hair.

“You should sleep.” He said.

“It’s seven thirty.” You replied, a small smile splitting across your face. 

“So, you need to rest!” He exclaimed. Katsuki let go of you, standing up and pointing to your bed aggressively. “Lay down!”

“Jeez,” You mumbled, laughing underneath your breath as you slipped underneath the covers.

Katsuki tucked them around your shoulders with his signature scowl. He turned, walking to your door and flipping the lights off.

“I’m gonna head out. Don’t wallow in your sadness, okay?” He turned back to you.

“Do I get a goodnight kiss?” You asked, smiling. You were half joking, but you didn’t complain as Katsuki let out a sigh, and grumbled underneath his breath as he walked back and pressed a quick kiss to your hair.

note: guys im trying to write for a competition and my short story is not coming out how i want it to :(

[pinkedify]

heat abnormal

[brittneejo]

Only posting this here since y’all are my Ao3 readers!

So I wrote my Dabi fanfic with an idea I’ve had for an original story just to see if the story line even was worth putting out there and got amazing feedback.

So I’ve now finished part one of of my original story with the characters I originally pictured , and I put it on Inkitt while I finish the publishing process.

It is free to read right now and I have I believe the first 12 chapters but will have all of them soon, minimum I’ll add two chapters a week (already auto scheduled) because i would like to officially publish once I finish book two.

So if you’d like to show it some love you can find His Burn here His Burn https://www.inkitt.com/stories/fantasy/1432686

The more reads it get the more I get pushed :-)

His Burn - Free Novel by Brittnee Schaller

Her: I had a comfortable life. I was satisfied with what I’d made of it. I’d developed a routine that kept me out of everyone’s sight. I l

[maxkirin]

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My unbreakable

[deception-united]

Miscommunication Prompts

A character avoids eye contact because they’re nervous, making the other believe they’re hiding something.

A character mistakes someone’s distraction for boredom, assuming they’re not interesting enough.

A character misinterprets kindness as pity, making them defensive.

A character uses a phrase that has multiple interpretations, and the listener takes it in the worst possible way. (“I took care of him.” “You WHAT?”)

A character pulls a harmless prank that spirals out of control until it’s too late to take it back.

The audience knows that two characters are talking about completely different things, but neither of them realises it (dramatic irony).

A character gives a vague or hesitant response out of nervousness, and the other person takes it as rejection.

A text or letter meant for one person gets sent to the absolute worst possible recipient.

A character asks another to do something simple, but their interpretation is wildly different.

Two characters remember an event completely differently, leading to an argument where both are convinced they’re right, but what actually happened is something neither of them recall correctly.

Someone shrinks away from a touch due to past trauma, but the other person assumes it means rejection.

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Stranger Than Fiction

When you decide to write fanfiction for a popular 'Heroes & Villains', your life takes an interesting turn.

Dabi/Todoroki Touya x Reader

Warnings: None, other than not currently proofread.

Part Two: Coming Soon [NSFW]

"Life is always going to be stranger than fiction, because fiction has to be convincing, and life doesn't." - Neil Gaiman

It was always common for you to go against the norm. While most girls swooned for the hero, you seemed to connect with the villains. You felt like it was such an exciting time you lived in. Not just because quirks and their users were achieving new heights, but because villains were also reaching new levels of fame.

You lived in Fukuoka. While you were growing bored of your monotonous life, a curious thing happened. One of those high-end Nomus attacked. It wasn't just anyone who it was fighting either. It was the new number one, Endeavor.

Now, you always thought Endeavor seemed like a pompous windbag. You couldn't deny he had earned his rank, but the guy just rubbed you wrong for some reason. That fateful day however, he defeated the Nomu and saved your city and it's citizens. You should thank him...you guessed.

Hawks and him had run right for danger and never looked back. Hawks wasn't always as popular to you as he was to others, either. He was too pretty perhaps. Either way, luckily for you, at the end of the battle a new figure appeared. That's when you first laid eyes on him. Dabi, the cremation villain from the League of Villains.

Your eyes went wide and the hairs on your body stood up. Now he was beautiful to you. Not to mention, he put those magnificent blue flames he created on display. It saddened you that he disappeared quickly after he made himself known. Black goo surrounding him and leaving nothing but thin air behind.

You were mostly a homebody, as well as a bit of a loner. You didn't trust many after some of the relationships and friendships you've endured in life. That was fine with you. Work and home were where you could usually be found. Online, you found mutuals that you could connect with. Without being let down or betrayed.

When you got on one of your favorite blogs, you wrote about your first glimpse of this now infamous villain. Many agreed with your view of him, others didn't. Before long you're blog was full of pictures of him that the press were able to capture and after while you'd graduate to writing fanfiction.

Pride swelled in you when you posted your first piece of writing. It was a little long but you reread it over and over to make sure it was edited to your liking. The story was inspired by that day everything went down in your city. You imagined Dabi and Endeavor going head to head, flame to flame. In the end, you made it so that Dabi was victorious over the Hero.

Your work was well received. Many readers liked and there were many comments left. You were so appreciative of each and every response. You had posted it in the weekend, and it grew in popularity throughout the beginning of the week. You knew it wouldn't stay like that but were grateful it was read at all.

When the next weekend came and you got ready to enjoy you days off of work the first thing you did was get online. You checked your email, paid some bills and did some banking. Then you proceeded to surf your favorite sites. Of course, one of the few you focused on was the Heroes & Villains site.

You signed into your blog, your own little corner of the internet. You checked your work and viewed the new likes. Before you moved on to read anything new that others wrote you looked at your messages. One user had commented on your Dabi fanfic that caught your eye.

Hotstuff69: This is some good stuff, doll.🔥😉

You aren't sure why it stuck out. The compliment itself was short and sweet and shot straight to your heart. The nickname made your cheeks heat up. For some reason the words on the screen kept you smiling all weekend. When the new week started, you seemed to have some extra pep in your step. That wasn't the only thing new for you.

As the week went on, things began to change. You couldn't put your finger on it, but it felt as if you were being watched. Like you could feel eyes on you during your evening walks home from work. As if someone lurked in the shadows just out of your view when you glanced out your apartment windows at night.

When the weekend finally came you spent your time the usual way. You ended up writing another piece about Dabi. This one short and perhaps a little out of his true nature. It was just a short story about him bringing you your favorite flowers, tiger lilies. You imagined a villain such as he wouldn't take the time to do that sort of thing. Especially with so much on his plate as he and the League would have.

Still, you posted and your online mutuals were very kind once again. Things carried on like normal when the week started. Going to work, glancing around and over your shoulder. Nothing was different, or at least looked off to you. That was until the weekend came.

You're walk home was uneventful and for some reason felt more lonely than it had been recently. You're heart ached a bit at the thought. Were you actually excited that you may have been followed before? More importantly, are you anxious that you aren't any longer?

Your mind was all over the place. So much so that when you entered your apartment you didn't notice anything new at first. You came in and kicked off your shoes after locking up behind you. You tossed your keys to a nearby end table and drug yourself over to your kitchen. You reached in and pulled out the takeout container from the night before.

Too tired to reheat it, you took a few bites with your chopsticks and sauntered back into your living room. However, as you made your way over to your computer desk you froze. Chopstick hanging from your mouth as you stood in place and stared. There, draped over your keyboard, were some tiger lilies.

It wasn't a big bouquet. Just a handful. Still, there rested your favorite flowers. The very ones you mentioned in your short story about Dabi. Your mind was now reeling with all the questions. Who did this? Why did they do it? How did they even get in?

When the last question popped into your head your eyes moved to the open window nearby. It wasn't the one leading out to the fire escape, but it was close enough. Close enough for someone to use the ledge? Although it was opened a bit when you left earlier, were you remembering it wrong that it seemed opened more?

You immediately spun around and scanned the room. Suddenly feeling very aware of the unknown surrounding you. Nothing was amiss that you could tell. You crept over to the closet and yanked it open. Nothing. No one under the kitchen table. In your bedroom, no one was in that closet either. Nobody was lurking under the bed either.

You went back into the other room and over to your computer. You picked up the flowers, sniffing them and inhaling their scent. They were actually pretty fresh. When you pulled them away you noticed a small slip of paper near where they had been placed. You anxiously picked it up. Once you read the words your eyes widened.

'For you. For being such a big fan of a guy like me. Thanks, Doll.'

There was no signature. Instead, what looked like a burned fingerprint seared into the corner of the parchment. It felt as if all the breath was sucked out of you. 'There's no way.', you thought. Dabi? Were they really left by the man himself?

You went over to the front window. The one you always looked out. The one that lately you felt as if you were behind observation glass when you stood before it. Throwing it open, you leaned out, observing everything outside. With daylight gone, the moonlight cast long shadows that made it easy to hide in.

You saw no one. Somehow, you felt yourself begin to smile. You may not have seen anyone, but that doesn't mean it was clear. Someone was there. Indeed existing in the dark shadows. Smoking a cigarette as they watched your features display the happiness that he brought you. All because of him and him alone.

It brought a grin to him before he could help it. He never thought he'd be affected by someone like you. He stumbled onto your blog, and your story about him defeating his father dearest. Needless to say, he loved it. You intruiged him and before he knew it he needed to know more about you. Seeing you in person lead to needing more.

So when he discovered your story and what your favorite flowers were he had to act. As far as he was concerned, the ball was in your court. He'd wait to see what you wrote, if anything. From the looks of it though, he was pretty sure you would.

He watched you sigh and shrink back inside your window. You disappeared from sight, but you did just as he thought. You went over to your computer. You took a few moments to think, but started to write again. This time you wrote a poem.

You definitely had enough inspiration that you words flowed from you and you typed up a storm. The poem eluded to you being grateful for something, growing fonder and hoping to meet one day. You took a deep breath and finally posted your work.

All you could do after that was wait. It seemed as if each day you were waiting with bated breath. Even doing the most mundane things, like brushing your teeth, found you on pins and needles.

Was he actually going to take you up on your invite? You supposed that he had taken things this far with his sweet gesture. Would you actually be meeting him in person? You couldn't believe things in your life were turning out this way.

For once, it wasn't the usual old monotony each day brought. Instead you found daily excitement as you waited for something to happen. Guess you can't help but realize that truth really can be stranger than fiction.

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Overused Words in Writing & How to Avoid Them

We’ve all got our comfort words—those trusty adjectives, verbs, or phrases we lean on like a crutch. But when certain words show up too often, they lose their impact, leaving your writing feeling repetitive or uninspired.

1. “Very” and Its Cousins

Why It’s Overused: It’s easy to tack on “very” for emphasis, but it’s vague and doesn’t pull its weight.

Instead of: “She was very tired.” Try: “She was exhausted.” / “She dragged her feet like lead weights.”

💡 Tip: Use precise, vivid descriptions rather than vague intensifiers.

2. “Looked” and “Saw”

Why It’s Overused: It’s functional but flat, and it often tells instead of shows.

Instead of: “He looked at her in disbelief.” Try: “His eyebrows shot up, his lips parting as if words had failed him.”

💡 Tip: Focus on body language or sensory details instead of relying on generic verbs.

3. “Suddenly”

Why It’s Overused: It’s often used to create surprise, but it tells readers how to feel instead of letting the scene deliver the shock.

Instead of: “Suddenly, the door slammed shut.” Try: “The door slammed shut, the sound ricocheting through the empty room.”

💡 Tip: Let the action or pacing create urgency without needing to announce it.

4. “Said” (When Overdone or Misused)

Why It’s Overused: While “said” is often invisible and functional, using it in every dialogue tag can feel robotic.

Instead of: “I can’t believe it,” she said. “Me neither,” he said. Try: Replace with an action: “I can’t believe it.” She ran a hand through her hair, pacing. “Me neither.” He leaned against the counter, arms crossed.

💡 Tip: Don’t ditch “said” entirely; just mix it up with context clues or action beats.

5. “Felt”

Why It’s Overused: It’s a shortcut that tells instead of showing emotions.

Instead of: “She felt nervous.” Try: “Her palms slicked with sweat, and she couldn’t stop her leg from bouncing.”

💡 Tip: Let readers infer emotions through sensory details or behavior.

6. “Really” and “Actually”

Why It’s Overused: They add little to your sentences and can dilute the impact of stronger words.

Instead of: “I really don’t think that’s a good idea.” Try: “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

💡 Tip: If a sentence works without these words, cut them.

7. “Walked” or “Ran”

Why It’s Overused: These are go-to movement words, but they can feel bland when used repeatedly.

Instead of: “He walked into the room.” Try: “He strolled in like he owned the place.” / “He shuffled in, avoiding everyone’s eyes.”

💡 Tip: Use verbs that convey mood, speed, or attitude.

8. “Just”

Why It’s Overused: It sneaks into sentences unnecessarily, weakening your prose.

Instead of: “I just wanted to say I’m sorry.” Try: “I wanted to say I’m sorry.”

💡 Tip: Delete “just” unless it adds essential nuance.

9. “Thought”

Why It’s Overused: It tells readers what a character is thinking instead of showing it through internal dialogue or action.

Instead of: “She thought he might be lying.” Try: “His story didn’t add up. The timelines didn’t match, and he wouldn’t meet her eyes.”

💡 Tip: Immerse readers in the character’s perspective without announcing their thoughts.

10. “Nice” and Other Vague Adjectives

Why It’s Overused: It’s generic and doesn’t give readers a clear picture.

Instead of: “He was a nice guy.” Try: “He always remembered her coffee order and held the door open, even when his arms were full.”

💡 Tip: Show qualities through actions instead of relying on vague descriptors.

Final Tips for Avoiding Overused Words:

1. Use a thesaurus wisely: Swap overused words for synonyms, but stay true to your character’s voice and the scene’s tone.

2. Read your work aloud: You’ll catch repetitive patterns and clunky phrases more easily.

3. Edit in layers: Focus on eliminating overused words during your second or third pass, not your first draft.

[writeriguess]

In the Quiet of His Arms // Katsuki Bakugou x fem!reader

author's note: I wrote this shortly after leaving Tumblr, seeking a bit of comfort, and I thought you might enjoy it too now that I'm back. <3

Katsuki Bakugo trudged into his dorm room, exhaustion settling into his muscles like cement. The day had been a nightmare—nonstop training drills, a mountain of assignments, and a particularly infuriating sparring session with Deku that had left his temper simmering. All he wanted was to collapse into bed and shut the world out for a while.

But when he opened the door, the sight that greeted him made him pause.

You were curled up on his bed, your body nestled into his pillow, your face slack with the kind of deep sleep that came only after sheer emotional or physical exhaustion. The late-afternoon sun filtered through the blinds, casting soft shadows across your face. But even in the dim light, Katsuki’s sharp eyes caught the signs of distress—tear-streaked cheeks, a faint crease between your brows, and the way your arms clutched his pillow like it was the only thing holding you together.

His chest tightened. He hadn’t seen you all day, but now it was clear why. You’d been having a rough time lately—he knew that much. Katsuki wasn’t exactly the “gentle comfort” type, but he wasn’t stupid. He saw the cracks in your usual smile, the way your shoulders sagged a little more each day, and the distant look that sometimes overtook your eyes when you thought no one was looking.

"Idiot," he muttered under his breath, though there was no real bite to it. He shut the door quietly, locking it with a click, and set his bag down by the desk.

For a moment, he stood there, just watching you. Part of him wanted to let you sleep—you looked like you needed it—but another part of him, the louder part, hated the idea of you going through this alone.

With a sigh, he slipped off his shoes and padded over to the bed. The mattress dipped as he sat down beside you, his eyes softening further as he reached out to brush a strand of hair from your face.

"Hey," he murmured, his voice low and gruff but gentle. "You good, or what?"

You stirred slightly, your eyes fluttering open just enough to meet his. For a moment, confusion flickered across your face before recognition set in.

"Katsuki?" your voice was groggy, barely above a whisper.

"Yeah, it’s me," he said, his thumb brushing your cheek lightly. "You’ve been out cold. What’s goin’ on?"

You blinked up at him, your expression guarded as you pushed yourself up slightly, propping on one elbow. "Nothing," you said quickly, your voice sharper now, trying to mask the vulnerability in your tone. "Just tired, that’s all."

"Tch." Katsuki narrowed his eyes. "Don’t give me that crap. I’m not stupid. You’ve been like this for days. What the hell’s goin’ on?"

"I said it’s nothing," you shot back, averting your gaze. "Just drop it, okay?"

Katsuki’s jaw tightened. He hated how stubborn you could be—mostly because it reminded him of himself. But he also knew that pushing too hard would only make you clam up more. So he softened his tone, reaching out to take your hand in his.

"Come on," he said quietly. "Talk to me."

You hesitated, your fingers twitching in his grasp. For a moment, it looked like you might actually open up—but then you shook your head, forcing a weak smile.

"I’m fine, Katsuki. Really. It’s just been a long week."

"Bullshit," he said flatly. "You’ve been cryin’. Your face gives it away."

You froze at that, your eyes widening slightly before you quickly turned away, pulling your hand from his. "It’s not a big deal," you muttered, curling into yourself. "I can handle it."

Katsuki’s chest clenched at your words, anger bubbling up—not at you, but at whatever had made you feel like you had to carry this alone. He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply before lying down beside you.

"Move over," he said gruffly, slipping an arm around your waist before you could protest.

"Katsuki, what are you—"

"Shut up," he cut you off, pulling you closer so your back was pressed against his chest. His voice softened, his breath warm against your ear. "Just... let me be here, alright?"

You stiffened for a moment, caught off guard by the sudden intimacy. But then his warmth seeped into you, the steady rhythm of his breathing grounding you in a way you hadn’t realized you needed.

"You don’t have to do this alone," Katsuki murmured, his tone uncharacteristically tender. "Whatever’s goin’ on, I don’t care how messy it is. I’m here."

His words made something in you crack. The walls you’d been holding up so carefully began to crumble, and before you knew it, tears were spilling down your cheeks again.

"Katsuki..." your voice broke, and you tried to pull away, but his grip only tightened.

"Let it out," he said firmly, his hand rubbing slow circles over your stomach. "I’m not goin’ anywhere."

And so you did. You let the tears flow, your body shaking as you finally let yourself be vulnerable in a way you hadn’t in weeks. Katsuki didn’t say much—he didn’t need to. He just held you, his presence steady and unyielding, anchoring you through the storm.

When your sobs finally subsided, leaving you drained but lighter, you turned slightly to face him. His crimson eyes met yours, filled with an unwavering determination that made your heart ache.

"Sorry," you mumbled, your voice hoarse.

"Don’t be," he said immediately, his hand brushing a tear-streaked strand of hair from your face. "You don’t have to apologize for feelin’ like crap."

You hesitated, your eyes searching his. "It’s just... everything’s been so overwhelming lately. I didn’t want to bother you with it."

"Idiot," he said, his voice soft but firm. "You’re not a bother. You’re my girl. If you’re hurtin’, I wanna know. Got it?"

You nodded, your throat tightening again—but this time, it wasn’t from sadness.

"Thanks, Katsuki," you whispered, leaning into him.

"Don’t thank me," he muttered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Just don’t shut me out again. I can’t fix everything, but I’ll damn sure try."

As the two of you lay there, wrapped up in each other, the weight on your chest began to lift. Katsuki’s arms felt like a shield against the world, and for the first time in weeks, you allowed yourself to believe that things would be okay.

Because with him by your side, you knew you didn’t have to face it alone.

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Just a thought that led to this...

Bakugou/reader fluff about 700 WC

You meet up with Bakugou after his patrol. He had promised to walk you to the bookstore because he needed to get something himself. The truth is, he just went two days ago, but he's not gonna tell you that. 

His hair is still damp from the shower, sticking out from under the beanie he wears to “disguise” his look. However, people still gawk and whisper. There are not many tall, broad-shouldered blondes with red eyes in Musutafu. 

No one dares to say anything to him, though, as he walks close enough that his hands graze yours occasionally. You're too excited and oblivious to notice as you ramble on about your favorite manga having a special edition release.

Bakugou simply stares between the sidewalk and studies your face, hiding his feelings behind the scowl that usually accompanies his face. On the inside, he can't get enough of how your eyes light up as you talk so animatedly about guy character X finally admitting their feelings for the girl character Y. The irony is not lost on him. 

“But you don't understand, Bakugou. If I'm not there in time to stand in line, I won't get the ultra-deluxe version.”  is your explanation to him after he stays silent so long. It's not that Bakugou wasn't interested. He's totally invested in what you have to say. Hell, he decided long ago he'd listen to you talk about the different sizes and colors of rocks all day if he had to. 

“Ultra deluxe?” He asks as the palm of his hand settles on the small of your back to redirect you out of people's way, the movement coming naturally to him. “What? Does it come with fucking fries or somethin?”

You turn to yell at him, but Bakugou's look almost makes you trip over your feet. He's sporting a slight grin, the closest thing to a smile you've learned. The setting sun catches the red hues in his eyes just right so that you can see flecks of gold. The evening rush on the streets has gotten busier, something you only notice now because you're practically pressed chest to chest against Bakugou as you board the train. 

You're the last ones to get on and when a scummy-looking dude stares at you too long and gets too close for his liking, he turns you around so that his muscular arms cage you in with your back against the door. His hand is still on the small part of your back, and you can feel him pressing closer.  

Neither of you says anything, getting lost in the intimacy of your closeness. When you glance back up at Bakugou again, he's staring at you. He opens his mouth to say something but then closes it and looks away. 

You watch his eyebrows furrow and you recognize the look on his face. It's a look he has when he's pondering something as if making a high-stakes decision on a mission. Before you can overthink it, he whips his head back at you, and the train's jostling presses you even closer. 

“L’me make you dinner tonight.” His voice is so low you almost miss what he said. You're quiet for a minute as you stare up at the Pro Hero, playing the question repeatedly in your head. Did he just ask you to dinner?  

The longer you take to answer, the more red the apples of his cheeks get. Bakugou tilts his head, waiting for an answer. 

“You asking me for a date, Mr. Dynamight?” you tease as you smile at him. 

“Yeah, brat, I am.” 

“Okay, but first,” you start to say as he ushers you out of the train. “I need to get my manga.” You hear Bakugou click his teeth behind you. 

“Yeah, yeah. Make sure you don't forget your fries.” 

Bakugou's hand is now tightly wrapped around yours as you enter your favorite Manga store. Out of his peripheral, he can see people stop as they whisper and their camera flashes, taking pictures. They know who he is and right now, he could care less. All that matters is your smile, beaming brightly at him as you clutch the Ultra Deluxe manga Edition to your chest.