'we'll be alright'; bakugou x OCD/hypochondriac reader
A/N: this is quite self-insert because ocd has been kicking my ass the last 4 months 😭 especially when what i'd usually be irrational/obsessive over is actually happening, but i don’t have specifics. but yeah, hope you enjoy :p <33 might make a part 2 of this somehow, or other characters
content tidbits: hypochondriac and OCD reader, GN!reader, talk of obsessions and compulsions, fear of illness (cancer mentioned bc that's one of my fears brought on by my own OCD, as well as random body happenings that could be health related), swearing, anxiety/panic attacks, UA bakugou and reader (what year is up to u), therapy/doctors appointments, platonic relationship, intrusive thoughts, reader isn't initially medicated or getting treatment but does through the fic, essentially hurt/comfort and fluff :) also maybe OOC katsuki. also brief mention of possible OCD katsuki
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Linked this song because it reminds me of how OCD feels :p
it was known to the people you felt close to that you suffered with anxiety- but to what extent?
yourself and bakugou were at a point of closeness and security within your friendship, to where telling him felt alright.
when bakugou found out you had OCD initially, his first thought was just 'oh, they don’t like mess and are a clean freak', because yknow, stereotypes.
but then you told him what it entailed, he took it in. you talked about your persistent health anxieties and scares, the way they plagued you and tormented you.
"That's fucking dumb, though. Like- you'd know if you were actually sick." He'd say.
"But that's the thing, I don't." You explained. "I don't, regardless of symptoms or not, and that freaks me out. And when I can feel something, the only way I can deal with it is to prod or feel at it."
You explained to him some moments this type of thing happened; in one case, you had odd, painless bumps in random places, and the trigger of its unknown cause sent you spiraling. Petrified it was cancer, you went on an internet deep dive, kept seeking external reassurance, feeling at it 24/7- and rather than this helping, all you felt was fear.
The next was a random pain near your rib. Was it a punctured lung? But then a pain on your head- a tumour?? Then your knees felt different sizes- are your bones shrinking???
He listened, trying to recall times you may have been out of it or panicked for what to him, seemed like for no reason. And it started to click. Realising it extended even further than the health anxieties too. Past traumas, or fears, or habits. It made sense. And it made him feel an ache of sadness for you in his chest. But also pride, for the fact you go through this daily.
In saying that, after you left, he went into full research mode on the types of OCD you had talked about, on how they worked, triggers, compulsions, and how to support you.
He wouldn’t admit it directly, but after hearing how it gets to you, then seeing it in real time, made him feel helpless. Until you got support professionally, he was slightly frantic.
He made a promise to be there for you, any time, if you were having a mini episode, or major. Which he didn’t expect to be..... a lot. But he kept the promise.
1:34am the clock on your phone read. You were tired, sore, stressed. Your hand went to the odd shaping on your back yet again, a nervous shiver going through you. You tried to rationalise. 'It's probably just some muscle. Or some kinda benign growth. Or just my body being weird again.
Or maybe it's a tumour-'
The intrusive thoughts kept scratching inside your brain, urging you to keep poking, shifting, looking for an answer you knew wouldn’t come.
You remembered his words: "If you need me when it happens, fucking come to me. I don’t care when, do it. You shouldn’t be alone with this. And don’t you dare feel bad."
Slipping out of bed, you quietly made your way from your dorm to his, careful to not be disturbing to your classmates.
You go to his dorm, and knocked loud enough.
"Fuck off." You heard from behind the door, the angry voice of Katsuki.
"Katsuki? It’s just me. You don’t have to, but I'm having a hard time with my OCD, and wanted to kno-"
Before you could finish the sentence, the door opened. "Get in." He said softly, looking at you half asleep, yet with concern.
Once in, he closed the door, opened the balcony door to let in a soft breeze, and sat on the bed with you. After a moment, he spoke.
"What's it doing now?"
"My brain won’t stop." You respond, voice tight and exhausted. "I keep finding new bumps, or growths, or whatever the fuck, and even though they don’t hurt or do damage, my brain is still saying cancer. Which is dumb, because I'd know if it was by now-"
"It's not dumb." He interupts. "Ok, yeah, worrying about a worst possibility that you don’t even know whether it's true or not is kinda stupid. But don’t beat yourself up over it. It is scary. Not knowing fucking sucks. But none of this is your fault. Yeah, you'd probably know by now. But you're allowed to just observe it, without making it some kind of evil situation. Give yourself some grace, dimwit. You have every right to be scared. Especially since this matters to you so much. But don’t- don’t let it consume you. You know you're fucking strong. So... know regardless, you can beat whatever is going on. Serious or not."
You looked at him, tears of appreciation, but also overwhelm, pooling in your eyes. He scoffed softly, but not in anger, more so in understanding, and pulled you close, both under the covers, and your face to his chest.
"Just cry it out, idiot. You need to at this point."
So you did. Allowing yourself to feel everything, let everything crash out of you, with him anchoring you. He gently eased and shushed you if you started hyperventilating, the crying turning into a spiral of panic. He whispered soft, encouraging words into the top of your head.
"Its okay. You're gonna be okay, regardless of what happens. This isn’t something you'll do alone. We'll get you the help you need, and I'll be here when you need me to. Things will work out how they're meant to. Just because it's scary doesn’t mean it's impossible."
"I know. I know, i'm just so scared. I hate not knowing. I hate feeling like my mind is working against me, and my body is fucking acting on what I'm scared of-"
"Hey, hey, relax. You’re rambling." He says softly, shifting to wipe your tears. "I know. I hear you. As I said, it's no wonder you're scared. Being afraid of something with mixed signal signs of it sounds like hell. But again, one day at a time. You're asking for help- be proud of that. It's fucking hard to even acknowledge it sometimes. You already took the first step."
"That’s kinda rich from you, considering you bottle everything up." You respond, cracking a slight smile.
He laughed a bit, nodding. "Yeah, I know, I'm emotionally constipated, fuck off with what's obvious. But I mean it. Just because I have trouble doing it, and I ain't the best at comforting, doesn’t mean I won't try and help you. I care about you, fuckwad, even if I don’t say it. I really do."
Once settling down, he got you some water, and turned on his TV for some background noise, of something you both enjoy. You sat, talking, about your compulsions, triggers, fears, trauma, all of it. He listened, gave his input, and got what he needed from you in terms of what you wanted in support from him.
That night, with you against his warm frame, he slept well knowing you were there- regardless of what you had going on, he could be there.
And you slept well knowing he was there- knowing that despite any unknown health factors, legit or not, you'd have him.
From there, you decided to start looking into getting professional help. You went to Aizawa, with Katsuki nearby, to let him know of your situation. You came to an agreement that if you ever weren’t in a fit mental state for training or class, he would give you time to catch up, on the condition you would keep consistent with effort. He then informed the other staff of it, so it would be an all around agreement.
Once that was set, you found a place to go to get the help you needed, or at least a start. You started to gain coping strategies, ways to challenge compulsions or triggers, and more to generally work with until you would get advanced help. As for the physical side of things, appointments were booked, so hopefully that would be a steady process also. He vowed to be there throughout the process of getting any required diagnoses as well.
In the meantime, Katsuki was still there. Through any panic attacks, anxiety episodes, reminding you to do something else when he noticed your compulsions, and occasionally yelling at the rest of Class A if a trigger was mentioned when you were near. Which yes, is extreme, but he meant well.
He helped you identify other compulsions and obsessions outside of the hypochondria, and helped take notes on your physical and mental health for future appointments. He even went to your therapist briefly to ask how to support you, and how to work with you in times you couldn’t carry everything yourself.
No matter how hard it was for either of you to battle against the monsters in your mind, and unknown of your body, he kept his promise. You knew you'd be fine as long as you had him, and everyone else who cared for you, at your side.
If you ever feel alone or unsafe, reaching out to someone who will listen, is the first step. You are more powerful and stronger than you know 🩶
Katsuki Bakugou x Autistic S/O — First time cuddling au !!
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The dorm lounge is mostly empty, dimly lit by the flicker of a muted TV and the soft glow of string lights Mina insisted on putting up. You’re curled up on the couch in your favorite corner, legs tucked under you, hoodie sleeves covering your hands like usual.
Katsuki sits beside you, close— but not too close. He always gives you just enough space to breathe, until you show him otherwise.
He’s watching some action movie halfheartedly, arms crossed, pretending not to be thinking about how badly he wants to pull you into his chest. But he is. Has been for weeks now. Still… he waits.
You’re the first to break the silence. “Hey… um. Could I maybe… sit closer?”
His crimson eyes flick to you. He doesn’t smile, but there’s something soft in his gaze that wasn’t there a second ago.
“Yeah. 'Course.”
You shuffle over slowly, carefully, not yet touching. He waits again, like always, until your shoulder barely brushes his arm.
“Can I…” you hesitate, voice barely above a whisper, “lean on you? If that’s okay.”
He doesn’t answer right away — just lifts his arm and shifts a little to open up the space beside him, warm and solid and safe.
You slowly nestle against him, resting your head on his shoulder. The contact is strange— intense, even— but not in a bad way. It’s… grounding. You feel the slow rise and fall of his breathing, the way his arm wraps loosely around your back, not squeezing, just there.
“You good?” he murmurs, voice low like he’s afraid to break the spell.
You nod against him. “Yeah. It’s a lot, but… in a good way.”
He rests his chin lightly against the top of your head— not heavy, just enough to make you feel surrounded without being smothered.
“I can back off anytime,” he says. “Just say the word. You know I don’t need all the touchy crap to know you care.”
You smile into his hoodie. “I want to. Just… slow.”
His hand moves slowly— carefully— rubbing gentle circles on your arm, over the fabric. He avoids your skin directly, knowing you need layers sometimes to feel safe. Every touch is cautious, measured, respectful.
You breathe deeply. The weight of the day, the overstimulation, the anxious spirals… they all start to melt a little in his warmth.
“You’re really good at this,” you whisper.
“Tch. Don’t make it weird,” he mutters— but you can feel the tiniest huff of a laugh against your hair. “Just… wanna make sure you feel safe with me.”
“I do,” you murmur. “More than anyone.”
He doesn't answer. Just pulls the blanket off the back of the couch and gently drapes it over both of you.
You end up falling asleep like that— wrapped in warmth, pressure, and a kind of affection that needs no words.
Soft Katsuki Bakugou x Autistic S/O — First Kiss <333
As someone with autism, intimate stuff is very nerve-wracking and overwhelming, soooo… HERE’S A SOFT FIRST KISS AU YIPPEE !!
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The night air is still, save for the occasional chirp of cicadas. You and Katsuki sit side by side on a quiet rooftop — your usual spot when the world feels too heavy. It's late, but neither of you feels like going in just yet.
You're hugging your knees, hoodie sleeves pulled over your hands, eyes tracing constellations above. Katsuki hasn’t said much in the past few minutes, but you know he’s not ignoring you. He’s never silent without reason — he’s thinking.
He glances over at you. You catch it from the corner of your eye.
“You okay?” he mutters, voice soft in a way most people never hear from him.
You nod. “Just… overwhelmed. But better now.”
He exhales. “Good.”
Silence again. Not uncomfortable — just quiet. Safe.
Your fingers fidget with the drawstrings of your hoodie. It’s a grounding motion, one he’s seen a hundred times. He doesn’t call attention to it. He never does.
He shifts slightly, elbow bumping yours. “You… ever think about kissing?” he asks suddenly, gruff and awkward.
Your breath hitches. Not because it’s unwelcome — but because the thought alone tangles up your already-tense chest.
You blink at him, heart racing. “I… I mean, sometimes,” you say softly. “But it’s… hard to imagine. In real life, I mean.”
“Because of the sensory stuff?” he asks, tone surprisingly gentle. Not mocking. Just curious. Caring.
You nod, looking down. “And the anxiety. I don’t want to mess it up or— or freeze or disappoint you.”
“Oi,” he says, leaning closer just enough that you can feel his presence, not crowding you. “You could never disappoint me. You freeze, you back out, you flinch — I don’t care. I ain’t in this for some perfect kiss. I just… I wanna be close to you. However you’ll let me.”
Your breath shakes. You lift your gaze, meeting his eyes. He’s not smirking. Not blushing. Just serious. Steady. Patient.
You give a tiny nod. “Maybe… we could try? Just… really slowly?”
His mouth twitches into a soft smirk. “Slow’s fine.”
He waits — actually waits — until you lean forward first, just a little. You close the distance together, his hand coming up to barely graze your cheek. He doesn’t grip — he just lets you feel the warmth, the option. Your hands tremble slightly, but you don’t pull away.
And then, when your noses touch and your breath mingles, he kisses you — soft, featherlight, like a promise instead of a statement.
You gasp a little from the unfamiliarity, but he doesn't push. Just pulls back slightly and rests his forehead against yours.
“That okay?” he murmurs.
You nod. Eyes closed. Smile blooming.
“Yeah,” you whisper. “That was… perfect.”
“Good,” he replies, brushing his thumb just once across your knuckles. “'Cause I’d wait as long as it takes.”
yayyy my first (actual) post ^_^ I wrote these headcanons to fit similarly to what i deal with as an autistic.
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Katsuki notices patterns quickly — your stimming, your quiet habits, the way you need things a certain way.
He might not say it directly, but he'll quietly accommodate your needs. Like if he knows certain textures or lights overwhelm you, he’ll adjust the environment a bit without making a big deal out of it.
“Tch. These lights suck. I’m turning ‘em off.” (When really, he’s noticed they bother you.)
He’s not naturally the best with soft words, but he learns how you prefer to communicate. Whether it’s through shorter conversations, written notes, or just spending quiet time together, he adapts over time.
He may struggle at first with not taking shutdowns or quiet spells personally, but once he understands it's how your brain works, he adjusts fast.
Meltdowns trigger his protective side. If someone stares, makes rude comments, or just doesn’t get it? He’s right there with a glare and a growl: “What the hell are you lookin’ at?”
In private, he’ll be your anchor. He doesn’t force words — just stays close, keeps the room calm, might offer pressure (like a weighted blanket or his arms around you if that’s what helps), and waits until you're ready.
If you stim to regulate, he might gently mirror it without comment, or hand you your favourite stim toy.
Physical affection is important to him, but he learns to wait until you initiate— or gets used to asking: “You want a hug or not?”
He never pushes you into sensory-heavy situations. In fact, he’s happy to duck out early if you’re overwhelmed. “We’re leavin’. I’m bored anyway.” (Liar— he just saw you needing space.)
You never have to mask around him. He’ll call out anyone who tries to “correct” your behavior or treat you like a burden.
He’s also secretly proud when you do things that are difficult for you— even small stuff like making eye contact or speaking up.
“Damn right you told them off. You were badass.”
Katsuki is absolutely softer with you than anyone else.
He’s still gruff, still Katsuki, but his tone with you is less explosive, more grounded. He’s not afraid to sit in silence with you— he respects that comfort.
Occasionally, when you’re overwhelmed or tired, he’d pull you into a hoodie-clad hug and mumble: “You don’t gotta explain. I got you.”
He absolutely adores way your eyes light up when you talk about your special interests.
The way you hum or tap your fingers when you're calm.
How you line things up or keep them in a certain order — he’ll never touch them. In fact, he’ll yell at others who do.
If you info-dump, he listens, sometimes pretending to be annoyed, but he's secretly storing every detail. “Wait, wasn’t that guy you mentioned in that one thing with the time loops or whatever?”
He learns patience, you learn to trust someone with your needs.
He doesn’t treat you like you’re fragile— he treats you like you’re you. Capable, smart, and worthy of love and respect.
But he also recognizes when the world’s too much, and he’ll fight it for you, no questions asked.
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Intamate Moments (Non-S3xual, focusing on affection, sensory needs, emotional closeness)
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Katsuki’s the type to want to show you he cares, but the second he realizes that typical affection (like surprise hugs, intense eye contact, or rough teasing) might overwhelm you, he immediately adjusts.
He doesn’t say it outright, but it’s clear: your comfort is more important than his ego or usual pace.
“If it’s too much, just tell me, alright? I ain’t gonna blow up about it.”
Consent and comfort come before his priorities.
He doesn’t kiss you the moment he can. Instead, he asks — awkwardly at first.
“Can I—uh… I mean, if you want, I could… kiss you?” (Cue red face, but he means it.)
If you flinch from sudden touches, he learns to announce affection before doing it— “I’m gonna touch your hand, okay?” — or waits for you to make the first move.
Cuddling might start out side-by-side, not tangled up. He’s fine with that. Eventually, if you’re up for it, he becomes a protective big spoon, one hand resting lightly on you— never squeezing unless you ask for it.
He offers his hoodie a lot. Not just for warmth, but because it smells like him, it’s heavy, and it comforts you.
If you stim when flustered (fidgeting, flapping, etc.), he never mocks it— he finds it kind of cute and grounding.
If certain textures make you pull away (like rough hands, scratchy shirts, etc.), he starts moisturizing, wearing softer fabrics— even if he grumbles about it.
“Dumb lotion smells like flowers, but you don’t flinch when I touch you now, so... whatever.”
He notices when your body stiffens, when your breathing changes, and immediately backs off. It’s not rejection to him— it’s information.
Sometimes you don’t say you’re okay with something — you show it in posture or repeated behaviour. Katsuki learns your love language like a damn expert.
He might not be “soft” with everyone, but with you? He’s gentle. Low voice, soft hands, quiet presence.
”You don’t gotta do anything you don’t want to do. I’m good just being here with you.”
First forehead kiss? He messes it up and bumps your nose. You laugh. He dies a little inside but will try again.
He doesn't like PDA, but if you need grounding or reassurance in public (like a hand on your back or holding your pinky), he’s there. No hesitation.
On shutdown days, when you need space and can’t handle any touch or conversation, he just sets your favorite snack near you and sits close, quiet, letting you know he’s there when you're ready.
He never demands you be “affectionate” to prove you care. He knows you do.
“I don’t need all that clingy crap. Just gimme your time. That’s enough.”
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