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Sienna ʚɞ 19 ʚɞ Daydreamer

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Hi! I was wondering if you had a masterlist of all your writing?

I am soooo sorry for the late reply. I have a ‘to be completed’ master list in my drafts at the moment and a navigation for my whole page, I’m just busy with my mock exams at this time. I can’t promise when I’ll get to finishing it but I will try my hardest to finish making them!

again, sorry. hope you enjoy my writings 🫶

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Synopsis: Turns out it only takes one night, one bad karaoke decision, a whole lot of drunk tears, and two painfully sincere apologies for the neon signs to finally flash: YOU LIKE HIM. HE LIKES YOU. NOW HUG IT OUT… AND MAYBE KISS, TOO.

𐙚⋆Author's note.˚ I don't knowwwww. I don't like this one. It just felt.. too long. But UGH I just love this trope (I miss my ex). Can you tell?

Again divider credits: @cursed-carmine. SHOW HER SOME LOVE!!

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

With quiet determination, Katsuki stepped into the familiar detention room. His eyes immediately found you, hunched over and halfheartedly sweeping trash across the floor like it had personally wronged you.

A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he watched you mutter under your breath, clearly venting about whatever teacher stuck you here this time.

Leaning his head back, the smirk became a full smile. He covered his mouth with one hand, the other casually tucked into his pocket. That small chuckle of his gave him away.

You whipped around at the sound, eyes brightening in recognition. He stood in the doorway, grinning with a mix of amusement and something else you couldn’t quite name.

Your pout came out instantly. “I didn’t even do anything this time, I swear...” You gestured dramatically to the mess around you.

Still smiling, Katsuki walked over and plucked the broom from your hand. “I’ll sweep. You wipe down the desks.”

With him helping, the work flew by. You tossed the duster aside with exaggerated glee and darted toward your backpack. “Oi! Dust’s flying everywhere—” Too late. Katsuki looked up just in time to see you bounding out the door.

“I’m starving! Let’s get Pocky, Kats!” Grumbling, he shoved the duster back onto the chalkboard and jogged after you.

Later, the two of you walked side by side, Pocky sticks in hand. The quiet between you was easy—comfortable. Katsuki was squinting at the back of the Pocky box like it held secrets, his lashes catching the glow of the streetlights.

“You good?” he asked, nudging you gently. You nodded but quickly turned your gaze forward, suddenly too aware of how in sync your footsteps were.

“This guy...” you started, hesitating. “He asked me out on the way to detention.”

Katsuki went still. Barely noticeable—but you knew him well enough to catch it. He glanced at you from the corner of his eye, trying to act unaffected.

“Did he force you or something?” he asked, voice stiff. “What’s so bad about getting asked out?”

You missed the tension in his jaw. He missed the quiet drop in your expression.

“Nothing, I guess... Think I should say yes?”

“If that’s what you want,” he muttered, handing you another Pocky stick like it was a peace offering.

After that, everything changed.

He stopped showing up for hangouts. You'd wave from across campus—he’d barely lift a hand in return. Suddenly, he had time for every girl except you. And every time he avoided your eyes, your heart cracked a little more.

What happened?

Katsuki, meanwhile, walked back to his dorm in a stormy mood, the memory of you walking past him—no wave, no smile—burning in his mind.

His phone rang as he stepped inside. Eijiro’s name popped up with a 🧹 emoji. “What?” he barked.

“Is she with you?” Kirishima sounded rushed. “Mina said she left a while ago, but we haven’t seen her since. We can’t find her anywhere.”

Katsuki’s heart dropped. He didn’t even bother locking the door as he tore out of the dorm.

He found you in a karaoke room just two minutes from the bar, wedged uncomfortably between a group of strangers. Your head was slumped, leaning on some guy’s shoulder, your eyes barely open.

Without hesitation, Katsuki shoved the guy aside and caught you as you started to slump forward.

“The hell, man? Who do you think you are?” the guy snapped, stepping forward—then quickly froze under Katsuki’s glare. “Alright, alright, chill... just don’t break anything. It’s expensive.”

Scoffing, Katsuki lifted you into his arms like you weighed nothing and stormed out. You stirred in his hold, eyelids fluttering open. The familiar warmth of his grip made your chest ache.

“Kats...”

His gaze dropped to your face, filled with worry. He tightened his arms around you.

Back at his dorm, he gently shut the door and carried you straight to his bed. You blinked slowly, eyes scanning the room before they landed on him—on the fury etched into his face.

“WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?” he snapped. “What if I hadn’t found you? What if something happened to you while you were that drunk?!”

The alcohol in your system churned uncomfortably. Your head pounded, but worse than that was the sick feeling in your chest. Tears welled in your eyes.

Katsuki’s anger vanished the moment he saw your face crumble. He dropped to his knees in front of you, hands reaching gently for your thighs. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “Love, I shouldn’t have yelled—”

You pushed him away by the shoulders, shaking. “Stop it, Kats.” Your voice cracked. “You don’t get to do this.”

His eyes widened in confusion. “What...?”

“You can’t just ignore me for weeks—pretend I don’t exist—and then show up like this, acting like you care again.” Your hand lifted instinctively to his cheek, but you stopped yourself short.

The realisation hit him like a freight train.

“I know,” he murmured, hands reaching for yours. “I know. I was scared. I was stupid. I didn’t know what to do. But I’m sorry. I’m so damn sorry.”

You broke again—sobs shaking your shoulders, mascara smudging his hoodie as you collapsed into his arms. And just as your body gave in, drifting toward sleep, you heard him whisper, soft as a breath:

“I’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry for being an idiot.”

He changed you out of your clothes, dressed you in his hoodie and shorts, and folded your things neatly on the dresser. You slept in his arms for the first time in what felt like forever.

And while you slept, he stared at the ceiling, thinking of all the nights you must’ve cried alone because of him.

The next morning, your head was pounding. You cracked your eyes open and found Katsuki—shirtless, folding laundry at the foot of the bed.

He turned, startled, then quickly grabbed Advil and a cup of water, setting them gently in your hands. You took the pill in silence. He didn’t take his eyes off you.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

But before you could go on, he leaned down and kissed you. It wasn’t soft—it was desperate. Honest. You clutched his shirt as he pressed you back into the sheets. He hovered just enough to keep from crushing you, eyes never leaving yours.

“I know,” he whispered. “And I’m sorry too. You have no idea what you do to me, baby.” He kissed down your neck slowly, reverently.

“And god,” he murmured, voice low and aching, “do I love it.”

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Synopsis Who would've thought humanity’s strongest soldier would be brought to his knees… by a six-pound baby burrito wrapped in hospital blankets?

𐙚⋆Author's note.˚ Ignore my unhinged AOT thoughts (🔫 I dare you) Unless of course your loving them! No pressure or anything... except all the pressure. Feel free to drop hot takes in the comments or reblogs - I crave validation. I was sobbing to CAS's song: K. when this popped into my brain like ✨BOOM✨

Also!! Fancy dividers courtesy of @cursed-carmine - go check out her page and show some love!

Pairing Levi Ackerman x Reader

A small bundle, wrapped in soft blankets, rested quietly in the hospital crib. Levi stood at the edge, his body tense but his eyes soft, locked onto the fragile little being in front of him.

"Proof of our love." The thought echoed in his mind as he traced the delicate, perfect features of his newborn daughter, each tiny movement of her hand or foot sending a rush of warmth through him.

He heard you stir next to the crib, waking from the sleep induced by labor. But even though his instincts screamed to check on you, to comfort you, Levi couldn’t tear himself away from his daughter.

He was already lost, completely. The moment she entered the world, she had wrapped herself around his heart and made a home there.

He stayed rooted, watching the tiny breaths she took, until the soft sigh of relief from you beside him broke his focus. "Levi... why are you crying?"

The words hit him like a quiet storm. He hadn’t realized the tears had already begun to fall, pooling at the edge of his eyes. He quickly wiped them away, his chest tightening, but his gaze remained fixed on the sleeping child.

He heard your voice again, filled with worry, as you began to sit up, a look of concern crossing your face. Without thinking, Levi was at your side, gently pressing you back onto the bed. He didn’t notice the wetness on his face, or how much his heart ached.

Images of his mother, worn and tired, filled his mind. The love she had given him, the sacrifices she had made, it all rushed back in a wave of emotion. Slowly, he turned back to his daughter, and then back to you.

"When I was younger..." Levi’s voice faltered, but he pressed on, his hand trembling as he reached for yours. "I used to watch my mother struggle, constantly. I would watch her fight to keep everything together, and I hated myself for it."

You felt the weight of his words, but before you could speak, a tear slipped from his eye, falling quietly onto his cheek. Levi's gaze never left his daughter.

"I used to wish... I wish I’d never been born." The words shook as he said them, but the soft, heartbreaking honesty in his voice was undeniable. "I thought if I hadn’t existed, she wouldn’t have had to carry so much... that maybe, just maybe, her life could have been easier."

The air felt heavy between you, but you reached for him, your hand landing gently on his. Before you could say anything, he closed his eyes and exhaled, a tender smile tugging at the corners of his lips. It wasn’t a smile of joy, but of understanding, something deeper than happiness.

"I know now," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion, "that it was my existence that kept her going. It was my love, my presence... that gave her the strength to carry on. And I—" He paused, squeezing your hand with a tenderness that spoke of the depth of his newfound clarity, "I never truly understood that until now."

You stayed quiet, holding him, the weight of his confession settling between you both. Your eyes met, and for a moment, it was just the three of you—the family you had built, unspoken but undeniable.

In that quiet room, as the hum of the hospital faded into the background, Levi finally understood that love, in its purest form, wasn’t just about sacrifice or suffering. It was about existing for someone, just as they existed for you. And in this moment, with the fragile life of your daughter sleeping peacefully before him, he knew that every tear, every moment of doubt, had led him to this.

He was no longer the boy who wanted to disappear for his mother’s sake. He was the man who would do anything to make sure his daughter never felt that way. And somehow, in that truth, he knew—he was exactly where he was meant to be.

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Exams are so unnecessary. Like, what if I just disappear and start my life without all this time-consuming crap??

Anyways, I have risen from the hell (school) and will be trying to post again and often. No promise though my lovelies, sorry, since school is still on for me and I have out of school studies as well.

But I have been CRAVING some time to post.

I was also getting into JJK lately and have secretly been an AOT fan since forever (embarassingly I have never properly sat down and watched either series) so I was thinking of posting some fics for these different animes?

Would you guys enjoy that??

Hope to see your feedbacks super soon, and hear my notifications going off!! MWAH

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Bakugou Katsuki, who absentmindedly starts touching you at random.

Like, you’ll be lounging on your bed, mindlessly scrolling through TikTok while Katsuki watches a game on TV, and suddenly, you feel his hands gently massaging your feet. And honestly, this man is incredible with his hands. (😉)

Or imagine this: you're standing in front of the mirror in your closet, calmly putting on your jewelry when he walks up from behind, already finished. His eyes lock onto yours, and before you know it, you feel his hands slide onto your hips. You smile as you feel him squeezing the softness of them, and jokingly push him back so you can grab your shoes. He still follows you around tho with his hands still firmly resting on your hips.

Or maybe you’re just lying on the couch with him, your head resting on his chest as you slowly drift off to sleep. You don’t remember when you fell asleep, but you wake up to the sound of Katsuki's phone as he scrolls through it, and the feeling of his hands gently cradling the back of your neck. His fingers slowly move upward, absentmindedly massaging your scalp and nape while he watches boxing matches.

Ugggghhhh, or what about when you’re cooking dinner for the two of you? You’re standing at the stove, switching between seasoning one pot and checking on another, when you hear Katsuki walk up behind you. He asks if you need help, but you shake your head and smile at him, reassuring him he can just relax. Instead of walking away, though, he sighs dramatically and leans his whole weight onto your back, his hands wrapping around your waist.

"Kats careful I'm gonna burn myself."

"My bad mama."

So, he leans back and rests his head on your shoulder, just watching you cook. His hands move up and down your arms, and whenever you shift to do something, he starts rubbing your side instead.

Katsuki has a degree in being touch-starved, and he doesn't even realise it. But you? You absolutely love it.

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𐙚Author's note.˚:I have never even stepped foot into a gym before. 😀 Can you tell? Anyways this is my sign to start attending the gym soon. (lies)

Divider credits: cursed-carmine.

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

One day, you finally decide to join Katsuki at the gym. As soon as Bakugou walks through the doors, the place practically pauses. Everyone’s eyes are on him, some with smiles, others with admiring glances.

You grin to yourself, pleased to see it wasn’t just you who noticed the results of your boyfriend’s hard work. While you’re taking in the gym’s vibe, you hear Katsuki calling your name softly from where the barbells are.

“Come help me with my set.” He gestures over to where he’s standing, and you walk over quickly, eager to join him.

Katsuki plops down onto a bench, grabbing two barbells and setting them on the mat. He sits beside them, waiting with his usual impatient-but-soft expression as you walk over and slide your foot under the barbells.

You start a set of sit-ups, but when you feel Katsuki's hand brush against your thigh, you sit up with a sigh, beads of sweat already making their way down your face.

“God, I’m so unfit…”

“You’re fine, babe.” Katsuki leans forward, grabbing a towel and gently dabbing it across your forehead. “Look at you, though… sweating already.” He smirks, then adds, “Wanna help me with my push-ups?”

You raise an eyebrow, a teasing smile forming on your lips. “How am I supposed to help you with your push-ups?”

Katsuki grins, stands up, and walks over to return the barbells to their proper place. When he comes back, he lowers himself into a plank position and shoots you a look.

“Sit on my back. Cheer me on.”

You can’t help but laugh, crawling toward him with a shake of your head. “You’re crazy, you know that?”

“You sure you want to miss this?” He hums, a playful challenge in his tone.

“Do I have a choice?” you tease, but you can't resist. Carefully, you crawl onto his back, crossing your legs and resting your hands gently on his shoulder blades. “Okay, here goes…” You say with mock hesitation, though your heart is fluttering a little.

“Hold on tight, baby, or you’ll fall,” he grunts, and you feel the slight tension in his body. Slowly, he lowers himself to the floor and pushes back up, without even breaking a sweat.

You sit there, completely entranced, as he picks up his pace effortlessly. The way his muscles flex, the steady rhythm of his push-ups—it’s almost hypnotizing.

“Where’s my encouragement, baby?” he calls out between reps, smirking.

Caught in the moment, you start whispering praises without even realizing it. “You’re incredible. Seriously. Look at you.”

“You better be cheering me on like you mean it,” he teases, not missing a beat.

You chuckle, your heart swelling with admiration, and give him a soft squeeze on his shoulder. “Okay, okay, you’re the strongest guy in here. Happy?”

“Good,” he says with a satisfied grin, pushing himself up again. “Now, don’t go falling off. I might need a spotter.”

God, you love your strong boyfriend—and all his ridiculous, charming ways.

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𐙚Author's note.˚: uggghhh i jst loovvve husband Katsuki and his pregnant wife 🥲

Divider credits: diviniyae

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Husband!Bakugou Katsuki, lounging on the couch with a small, fond smile tugging at his lips as he watches you waddle around, the little furrow between your brows making you look both adorable and determined.

Husband!Bakugou Katsuki, calling out to you as you head toward the kitchen, urging you to sit down and take it easy, wanting you to relax and let him handle things.

Husband!Bakugou Katsuki, chuckling softly as you stubbornly shake your head, firmly insisting that you need to get the chores done despite his protests.

Husband!Bakugou Katsuki, his heart swelling as he watches you walk over to the couch, duster in one hand, your other hand resting gently on your back for support, clearly determined to keep going.

Husband!Bakugou Katsuki, a grin spreading across his face as he sees you struggle to bend down to pick up a stray piece of clothing from the floor, your pregnant belly making simple tasks a little harder.

Husband! Bakugou Katsuki, beginning to rise from the couch, ready to help, only for you to hold up your hand firmly, pointing him back down, not allowing him to lift a finger.

Husband!Bakugou Katsuki, feeling nothing but pride as he watches your determination and stubbornness lead you through your cleaning, admiring your strength and resolve.

Husband!Bakugou Katsuki, scooting closer to you as you finally settle onto the couch next to him, folding clothes with quiet focus, his gaze never leaving you.

Husband!Bakugou Katsuki, his mind already racing with thoughts of having another child with you once your first is born, the image of you full and warm with his child making his heart flutter and his thoughts run wild.

Husband!Bakugou Katsuki, massaging your shoulders as you hum contentedly, folding the last of the clothes, the soft warmth of your body and the peace in the moment making his heart ache with love.

Husband!Bakugou Katsuki, an absolute pervert when it comes to the sight of his pregnant wife, you—completely and utterly obsessed with every curve and detail of your beautiful, expecting body.

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"The eyes, chico, they never lie."

And they don't.

Your children know this well. Despite you and your husband always engaging in playful competitions—who can hang the most clothes, wash the most dishes, scare each other the most, make the best tea—your love was undeniably magical.

It wasn't just a relationship; it was a deep friendship, a sanctuary for your younger selves who never had the chance to simply be young.

"When did we first know we were in love, babe?" your husband would ask, turning from the stove to glance at you.

"I don't know about you, but I knew I loved your father since we were kids. He always waited for me after class in elementary school, such a softie," you would tease, looking at your husband with a soft smile.

"Says you, you were always such a creep, wanting to hold my hand at any chance," he'd reply, a small grin tugging at his lips.

"I think I knew I was in love with your mother when she threatened me for pushing her down the slide too early when we were five."

Even as another small competition arose, the kids couldn't miss the soft look in their parents' eyes. You looked at each other with such fondness, softness, and love. Maybe you both were obsessed with each other, but it was a beautiful obsession.

'The eyes chico, they never lie.'

And they don't.

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i think i'm now obsessed with the idea of katsuki calling reader "mama" 🫠🫠🫠

yessssssss. we all need bf katsuki calling us mama 😩

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Part 1

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Mhm, yeah sure."

Denki blinks ,eyes staring into yours. His mouth opens and with a straight face he asks:

"Have you and BakuBro done the boombayah yet?"

Immediately Sero has to slap has hand over drunken Denki's confused face while you sit there on the verge of toppling over in laughter

"He's gonna kill you if he knows you asked her something like that.."

Sero turns around and apologises quickly before pulling his friend out of the booth and quickly rushing away with a confused Kaminari who quickly asks,

"So is that a yes?"

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𐙚⋆Author's note.˚: who else loves this theory!! just me? 😶

Divider credits: diviniyae

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Bakugou Katsuki, who absentmindedly starts touching you at random.

Like, you’ll be lounging on your bed, mindlessly scrolling through TikTok while Katsuki watches a game on TV, and suddenly, you feel his hands gently massaging your feet. And honestly, this man is incredible with his hands. (😉)

Or imagine this: you're standing in front of the mirror in your closet, calmly putting on your jewelry when he walks up from behind, already finished. His eyes lock onto yours, and before you know it, you feel his hands slide onto your hips. You smile as you feel him squeezing the softness of them, and jokingly push him back so you can grab your shoes. He still follows you around tho with his hands still firmly resting on your hips.

Or maybe you’re just lying on the couch with him, your head resting on his chest as you slowly drift off to sleep. You don’t remember when you fell asleep, but you wake up to the sound of Katsuki's phone as he scrolls through it, and the feeling of his hands gently cradling the back of your neck. His fingers slowly move upward, absentmindedly massaging your scalp and nape while he watches boxing matches.

Ugggghhhh, or what about when you’re cooking dinner for the two of you? You’re standing at the stove, switching between seasoning one pot and checking on another, when you hear Katsuki walk up behind you. He asks if you need help, but you shake your head and smile at him, reassuring him he can just relax. Instead of walking away, though, he sighs dramatically and leans his whole weight onto your back, his hands wrapping around your waist.

"Kats careful I'm gonna burn myself."

"My bad mama."

So, he leans back and rests his head on your shoulder, just watching you cook. His hands move up and down your arms, and whenever you shift to do something, he starts rubbing your side instead.

Katsuki has a degree in being touch-starved, and he doesn't even realise it. But you? You absolutely love it.

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𐙚⋆Author's note.˚: lowkey touch starved atm. abc for a gf haha. no? 🫠

Divider credits: diviniyae

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Bakugou Katsuki is completely wrapped around his girlfriend’s finger.

Sure, he tries to act all cool and indifferent in front of his friends, pulling off that tough, angry, and mean guy routine. But deep down, this man would melt in a second for his girlfriend. He’d fall to his knees just to see her smile.

Today, Bakugou Katsuki is out with his friend Kirishima, shopping for Kirishima’s girlfriend’s birthday party. Why did Katsuki agree to come? Because you were away traveling, and he was utterly bored and lonely without you by his side.

"Hey, have we met before?"

The question didn’t even register in his mind. In fact, Katsuki didn’t hear it at all. His mind assumed the question was meant for someone else nearby. He was genuinely surprised when, out of nowhere, a woman stepped in front of him with a soft, shy smile.

"I'm sorry, I just wanted to say hi while I had the chance."

Katsuki quickly looked to the side, hoping to spot his friend, but to his dismay, he realized he was completely alone in this awkward moment.

"Uh, right," he muttered, cringing inwardly. What the hell? Why am I even talking to her right now?

The woman giggled, her fingers reaching out to place a hand on his chest while she leaned in a little too close, invading his personal space.

Instinctively, Katsuki stepped back, his heart immediately sinking. Oh hell nah.

"Okay, back up." He shot her a sharp glance and turned to walk away. But just as he did, he heard a voice from behind him.

"Oh, come on. She ain’t that pretty for you to turn me, this, down, is she?"

“She is that pretty, you—” Katsuki grumbled under his breath, shaking his head. He didn’t dare say it out loud—after all, his mom could be lurking nearby—but he couldn’t help but mutter the insult as he walked away, his heart set on getting back to the one person who mattered.

Three days later, you returned home. The second Katsuki saw you walking toward him at the airport, his whole demeanor softened. The tightness in his shoulders melted away, and a smile so wide spread across his face that it made his heart flutter. Without a second thought, he opened his arms wide, waiting for you to run into them.

"Hi, mama," he whispered, his voice thick with longing.

You rushed into his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist, your arms clinging to his shoulders as if you never wanted to let go. You giggled when you felt Katsuki bury his face in your neck, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.

"You okay, Kats?" You pulled back slightly to look at his face, your heart fluttering at the lovesick gaze in his eyes. He nodded silently, his usual grumpy nature nowhere to be found. Instead, he gently lowered you back to the ground, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, as if to reassure you that everything was right with the world again.

Kirishima stood a few feet away, laughing quietly at the sight of his best friend. The contrast between the Katsuki who’d been grumpy and distant while you were gone and the Katsuki who now held you in his arms—radiating nothing but joy—was impossible to miss. He smiled softly, realizing that there was no one else who could make Katsuki shine like that.

Everyone knew that Bakugou Katsuki was absolutely smitten—utterly, hopelessly in love with you.

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Part 2 (blurb)

Bakugou Katsuki started dating you in his first year of university. Now, three years have passed.

Mina, ever the observer, noticed slight changes in her friend’s demeanor.

"Kiri. Is Bakubro talking to someone?" She leaned against the windowsill of the lecture hall, carefully watching the blonde boy walk calmly off-campus.

"No. Why?" Kirishima slung his bag over his shoulder and walked over to where Mina stood. His eyes followed Bakugou as he walked away, starting to wonder.

Was Bakugou talking to someone? Nah, can't be.

"He seems... calmer?" Kirishima snickered, causing Mina to smile slightly. "Y’know what I mean. He's just, I don’t know, different now."

While the two of them came up with various scenarios, Katsuki himself had just reached his car and was texting you. A small notification pinged on his phone, and the boy smiled, pocketed it, and hopped into his car.

A few weeks later, during a small get-together with the group, Kaminari, drunkenly blurting out random thoughts, caught everyone's attention.

"Heyy, Bakus." Kaminari slung his arm around Bakugou's shoulders, leaning into him. "Come with me on this double date. This cute girl will only go out with me if you come for her friend."

Katsuki sighed at the sight of his childhood friend.

"I can’t."

Mina and Kirishima, sitting next to each other, lightly knocked knees, their ears perked up to catch the reason behind his refusal.

"Why not, Bakubro? It’s a free day. You busy?" Kirishima asked, taking a sip from his cup while keeping an eye on Bakugou, who looked bored.

Bakugou glanced at his phone, which buzzed with another notification. Mina quickly averted her gaze toward the screen, trying to catch a glimpse of the name—too slow to see anything.

Wait, what was that on his back-

"I have a date with my missus."

Bakugou continued texting, unaware of the sudden silence that had fallen over the entire group. All eyes were fixed on his relaxed figure as he typed away.

"YESSSSSSSSSS!" Mina jumped up, fists pumping the air in celebration. Her face lit up with pure joy as Kirishima chuckled beside her, shaking his head.

Katsuki looked up, confused by their reaction. Then he felt a small splatter on his forearm and turned to see Kaminari sitting next to him, his mouth open, spilling his drink.

"OY! Dunce face, you’re fucking spilling everything—"

"YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND??" Kaminari grabbed Bakugou's shoulders, lightly shaking him.

"Yeah, I thought I told you guys that."

Kaminari’s face fell, then he lunged forward and hugged Bakugou while sobbing, "You have a girlfriend!"

"Dunce—You're getting my shirt wet. Bro, get off!" Katsuki was shocked by the reaction of his friends. He glanced around at their expressions before his eyes landed on the entrance to the bar.

"Kaminari, off me." He grabbed his sobbing friend by the shoulder and gently tipped him back. "Move over. Make some space."

Mina whipped her head toward the entrance, gasping loudly.

And there you were, already smiling as you clutched your bag anxiously.

Bakugou stood up and walked over to you, a small smile tugging at his lips. Kirishima scoffed in shock as he heard him greet you.

"Hey, mama. You okay?"

You nodded, leaning forward to kiss his cheek. Katsuki wrapped his arm around your waist and led you toward the booth.

"Well, since I must have forgotten to mention it to you guys... meet my fiancée."

[siennasfantasies]

Bakugou Katsuki could be insufferable when it came to going out.

"Kats."

He hums in reply, his eyes slowly drifting from his phone toward you. A small grin spreads across his lips as he notices your annoyed stance.

"Where are my heels?" You plant your hands firmly on your hips, staring him down. "Where did you put them, Kats?"

Bakugou Katsuki eyes trail slowly down your body, the question clearly slipping past his mind. His grin widens, and his eyes lift back up to your chest shirt.

Bakugou Katsuki, with a feigned look of innocence, finally meets your gaze.

"Sorry, what was that, ma?"

You roll your eyes, growing more irritated. To his disappointment, you cross your arms over your chest.

"Where are my heels, Kats?"

Bakugou Katsuki stands up from the couch and walks over to you, pretending to think deeply about whether or not he’s seen your heels today. He hid them.

He wraps his arms around you, pulling you toward him effortlessly. You reluctantly let yourself fall into his embrace, still holding a frown as you look up at him.

Bakugou Katsuki begins fiddling with the hem of your top, his grin never fading.

"I don’t know, mama. Why do you need them anyway?"

You sigh, already realizing where this conversation is headed.

"I’m going out, Kats. It’s girls’ night, remember?"

He raises his eyebrows as if he’s forgotten your plans, but you know better. He hasn’t.

"Where’d you get your top from?" he asks, dodging the topic entirely.

Your eyes narrow, catching onto his game.

"You bought it for me."

Bakugou Katsuki smirks, his hands sliding up your back to gently cradle the back of your neck.

"Oh, yeah. It looks real good on you, baby. Wanna stay home with me and show me all your other tops?"

You sigh, glancing at your watch and realizing you're already an hour late to the get-together.

Bakugou Katsuki chuckles as you take his hand and lead the way to the bedroom. His hands start to unfasten your skirt, and he silently congratulates himself for getting you to stay home.

Bakugou Katsuki was insufferable when it came to being clueless. You were insufferable for letting him convince you every single time.

[siennasfantasies]

Part 1 Part 2

It’s been a month. A whole month since Katsuki and you parted ways.

"FINE THEN! JUST LEAVE, KATS, JUST GO!"

The words echoed in his mind, mingling with the slamming of doors, the heated exchanges, the desperate cries, and the sight of you standing there—broken. He sat there now, in the suffocating silence, unable to escape the heavy weight of his own regrets.

You— you—were never the type to complain, and Katsuki wasn’t either. Hell, he couldn’t even remember what the hell you’d been arguing about in the first place. Was it his endless work hours? No, that didn’t sound right.

“Why do you put so much effort into them when in the end, I’ll be the one broken if you leave, Kats?”

And there it was. That haunting moment finally resurfaced. Katsuki had returned home from a mission, his body still riddled with the remnants of a brutal fight, only to find you waiting for him. The house had never felt colder.

“Love.”

His voice barely reached you, hoarse and worn from the day’s battles. The moment you saw him standing there in the doorway, your eyes widened in shock. Blood still trickled from his head, his hands clutched his side as though holding in some broken part of himself. Katsuki hadn’t gone to the hospital like he should’ve. He didn’t even care. He only wanted to get to you—he had to see you.

But the moment he stood in the entrance, shoulders hunched, silence blanketing the room, he watched as your face crumbled.

Your eyes—bloodshot red with worry—shattered him. He saw you fight to keep it together, forcing yourself to hide the pain. But it was useless. The dam finally broke, and the flood of emotions poured from you.

“Why sacrifice yourself for honor when I’m the one left to torture myself to sleep every night, wondering whether you’ll survive?”

The words landed like a punch.

Katsuki felt it deep in his chest, as though his heart cracked open right there. You continued, your voice trembling as the anguish bled into each word.

“What’s the point of honor if you end up dead one day, Kats? What about me? What do I do if you don’t come back?”

He felt the full weight of your despair crash over him. No mission, no fight could ever compare to the toll it took on him to see you in this state—helpless, broken.

Out of every battle he’d ever fought, every war he’d endured, this was the one he could never win. Don’t misunderstand him. His heart belonged to you. It always had. But in that moment, overwhelmed by the exhaustion of his mind and body, Katsuki made a decision he would never, ever forgive himself for.

“Then move on. Not everything is about you, okay?”

Fool. Fool. FOOL.

His head fell into his hands as he replayed those words, as if the regret itself might crush him. Your eyes—wide with disbelief—still haunted him. He could see you, then, how you slowly pulled away, how you shut yourself off from him. The pain of it was unbearable.

Your scoff—that scoff—rang in his ears, relentless.

“Your right. How selfish of me.”

You stepped closer to him then, hands clenched so tightly together that your knuckles turned white, but you held his gaze, unflinching.

“But it’s pretty selfish of you to propose to me if in the end, your loyalty isn’t mine.”

His fists clenched in response. The words stung, sharper than any blow he’d ever taken.

“Enough of this. I’m tired.”

He tried to end it, his voice strained, as though the very act of speaking was pulling at the last of his strength. But you—no, you weren’t done.

“NO! HOW CAN YOU IGNORE MY PAIN? TELL ME, KATSUKI, WHY MARRY ME AND PROMISE A FUTURE OF HAPPINESS WHEN I HAVE TO BE HAUNTED WITH YOUR LACK OF PRESENCE?”

Tears filled your eyes, but you forced yourself to hold them back. He could see it—see the battle you were fighting within yourself to remain strong.

“I SAID ENOUGH! YOU KNOW VERY WELL WHAT MY JOB REQUIRES OF ME! MY LOYALTY IS TO THE PEOPLE, TO THEIR SAFETY! I MUST SUPPLY THEIR HAPPINESS AND FUTURES!”

“AND WHAT OF MINE?”

That one question—the one that cut deeper than anything else—still haunted him. It looped endlessly in his mind, a cruel reminder of his failures.

His loyalty had always been to the people. But in that moment, Katsuki had forgotten. He’d forgotten what really mattered. His loyalty as a husband, as a person—he’d abandoned it all in the name of duty. He’d forgotten you.

And now, he’d lost you.

[siennasfantasies]

Mitsuki's heart shattered as she watched her son, Katsuki, slowly come to a painful realization. He was falling—and he was falling hard. The kind of fall that wasn't just physical, but a soul-deep, inevitable descent into love.

Katsuki Bakugou's heart ached for you in a way that felt almost cruel, like a wound that wouldn't heal. He’d loved you since he was five, though he hadn't even known it until he was thirteen. At night, he lay awake, the weight of his feelings a constant pressure on his chest, drowning in thoughts of you. His mind was consumed with you, a curse he couldn't shake.

"Why aren't you asleep yet?"

His mother’s voice pulled him from his spiraling thoughts. She stood in the doorway, her face soft but tinged with concern. The tenderness in her gaze made Katsuki’s chest tighten, the vulnerability of the moment unbearable.

"Mum, how did you—"

Katsuki stopped himself, suddenly overwhelmed. He dropped his gaze to the floor, feeling exposed, small, standing defenseless in his own room. His mother smiled, a quiet understanding in her eyes as she moved to sit beside him, patting the bed beside her.

"How did you know you loved Dad, Mum?"

Katsuki’s face flushed deep crimson, not from embarrassment, but from the slow, dawning awareness that struck him like a bolt of lightning. The words tasted like truth on his tongue, even if they terrified him.

"Love, huh?" Mitsuki’s smile softened, her eyes filled with a warmth that only a mother could give. "It’s a powerful word. A heavy one." She paused, her gaze never leaving his face. "I knew I loved your father when all I could think about was seeing him again, every single day. When I realized I couldn’t imagine my life without him in it."

Katsuki’s breath caught as he finally lifted his head, meeting his mother’s gaze. The look in his eyes—the way they mirrored the same raw, unguarded emotion Mitsuki had once felt—broke her heart.

Katsuki’s gaze flickered to the window, his mind replaying the image of you, your smiling face floating in his thoughts, unbidden and impossible to ignore.

"Thanks, Mum," he murmured, his voice thick with the weight of everything unsaid.

Mitsuki stood, her heart aching, but she said nothing. She walked over to the window, her hand brushing the edge of the sill as her eyes absently scanned the clock.

"Sleep, you’ve got school tomorrow."

Katsuki nodded, but the words felt distant, a fog surrounding him as he crawled beneath the covers. He faced the wall, but sleep would not come. His mind was alive with thoughts of you. Only you. Nothing else mattered.

As Mitsuki turned to leave, she paused at the door, her heart heavy. She whispered a silent prayer to herself, the words slipping out in a quiet rush.

"Lord, please look after my boy. Protect that girl... and whatever the future holds for them."

With a final, lingering glance at her son, Mitsuki closed the door softly behind her. As she walked back to her room, her thoughts turned to you—the girl who had so quietly and firmly wrapped herself around Katsuki’s heart. If he did choose to love you, at least she would know you’d keep him safe.