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obsession!au with gojo where you wish that he loves you more than anything in the world…. EXCEPT he already does, he just doesn’t have the balls to tell you.
and so you’re very confused when the way he treats you doesn’t change at all, telling yourself that the one wish willow is a scam. that is, until the next day and he’s at your front door a sweating mess, confessing his love to you.
i deadass have sat and read each mysmatch series and fell in love. You Are The Real Birthday Present. Thank yew for my life . i am a healed woman now 🌞
SUMMARY. Your friends bet you to kiss Katsuki Bakugou. Fortunately for you, they’re offering you $500 for it. Unfortunately for you, the two of you absolutely hate each other.
CW. third year, angst to fluff, light hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers, mature humor, feelings, language
WC. ~2.8k
A/N. enjoy :3
You and your group of friends had a running gig. Bets.
The group would bet one person to do something, on a scale from normal to outrageous, and that person’s turn wouldn’t end until they complete that bet. Of course, depending on how crazy the bet is, everyone would put in some amount of money.
The most you’d gotten was $100 total from accepting a date from creep in the business class. Worst date of your life, but Jirou felt bad so she gave you an extra $50.
As the lot of you gather around the campfire, everyone offers up their money to Mina who had just done her bet to put laxatives in Kirishima’s drink. There were a lot of questions about the morality of it, but you ignored it and gave her a crisp $20.
“Y/N~ it’s your turn!” Ochako gleed.
You roll your eyes, “I feel like I just did my other bet, which by the way was shit,” the girls laugh at your words. “I feel like all of you get the easier ones,”
“Easy? I had to kiss Monoma, do you know how hard that was? He knows I’m lesbian so imagine how hard that was for me to convince him,” Yaoyorozu sighs with a palm to her face.
“Oh, whatever,” Mina says with a clap of her hands, “You want a hard one, Y/N?”
“I mean that’s the whole point of paying each other to do bets, they’re supposed to be hard,”
“Be careful what you wish for,” Mina smirks before standing up and pointing at you.
“I bet you $100,” your ears perk up.
“-to kiss–,” your eyes widen but listen nonetheless.
“Katsuki Bakugou,” your world falls apart.
“Mina, no,”
“Y/N, yes,” she jumps up and down, “It’s too late, I already said it,”
All the other girls are hooting and hollering, but you just sit there in silence as you stare at the flames. Are you really going to try this?
As you consider your options the other girls start placing their bet offerings.
“$75 from me,” Tsuyu calls out.
Then from Hagakure, “$50,”
“$150,” from none other than Yaoyorozu.
“I guess I’ll put in $80,” Jirou smiles at your misery.
“Hmm, I’ll even it out with $45, so $500 flat for you, Y/N,” Ochako smiles.
$500?!? You’d be outright stupid to deny such a big amount of money. But you’d even stupider to think Katsuki Bakugou would kiss you of all people.
“I think that’s impossible,” you whine as the other girls poke fun at you.
“I guess only time will tell,” Mina grabs your hands and smiles, “Good luck, Y/N,”
—
You can hear the rambunctiousness of your class before you walk in. When you walk through the doors, your eyes scan the class before your eyes lock in on Katsuki Bakugou. You groan with a roll of your eyes before stomping your way towards him.
“Hey, Katsuki,” you stare down at him, “You want to do me a favor,”
“For you? I rather eat shit,” he grumbles as he meets your gaze.
“You’re a freak,” you already knew this was going to be hard, “Please,”
“Mm, depends, what’s in it for me?”
“I guess you’ll find out,” you say. “Kiss me,”
It feels like the class goes silent as the two of you continue to just stare at each other. He opens his mouth then closes it.
“You– The fuck?” His eyes are scattering as the words continue to process through his mind, “What a weirdo, hell no,” then he’s pushing himself out of his seat and making his way to the door.
“You know class starts in 5 minutes right?” you call to him.
“Fuck off,” he grunts as he shuts the door behind him.
Yep, definitely hard.
—
The next time you bother Bakugou for a kiss is when the two of you are paired up for combat training. Much against his will.
“Katsuki~” you call out as you dodge another blow from him. “You can’t avoid me forever,”
“Yes-” another explosion, “I can,”
You go on the offense as you continue, “Just a peck, please. I’m a good kisser, I promise,”
“You’re shit,” he’s grumbling between dodges of your attacks.
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” you send him a wink before getting a hit on him.
Bakugou groans, about to send another remark, when the training ends with a blow of a whistle.
The two of you meet eyes one last time, “Think it over, kay?” you smile before walking away.
—
Knock, knock.
You stand at Bakugou’s door.
“Go away, perv,”
“Aw, how did you know it was me? You missed me?”
“I can just tell by the stench,”
You laugh a little at his words, “Please, let me explain to you and maybe you’ll reconsider,”
You can hear footsteps, and you smile. When he opens the door he’s adorned in his classic black tank and some sweats.
“You should put some clothes on, perv,” you mock. “Anyways, it was a bet from my friends and there’s $500 on the line, so if you would just–”
“I don’t kiss just anyone, princess,” the nickname causes you to fluster, but you shake it off as he continues, “You gotta earn it,”
He’s got a stupid smirk on his face, and you didn’t even realize it but he’s definitely leaning closer to you. It’s sending butterflies– well maybe more like moths– into your stomach.
“What the– You’re definitely the pervert. I’m just going to ask to call it off,” you fake gag, “Later, loser,”
“You’ll be back, nerd,”
You internally groan as you hear him shut the door, ignoring the intense heartbeat in your chest.
—
“No,” Mina says.
“What?! I told you it’s impossible,” you argue, all of your friends on the other side of the argument.
“No it’s not, he said you had to earn it right?” Mina retorts, “So obviously there’s a way, you’re just stubborn,”
“You’re really not asking me to… You guys are crazy. Please, please, I’ll take anyone else, anything else,”
“Sorry, Y/N, it’s the rules,” Tsuyu looks at you with pity.
“He hates me and I hate him! That’s all there is to it. It’s not going to happen,”
“Why do you guys even hate each other? It’s our third year, get over it already,” Jirou teases.
“Because he’s a dick and I refuse to let him walk all over me! I just cursed him out one time for calling me weak. He’s the one who holds grudges because of his fragile, little heart,”
“You should’ve known he’d hold that against you, but I honestly doubt he hates you because of that,” Mina says. “He probably thought you looked hot,” she laughs.
Heat rushes to the tips of your eyes, “Whatever, all of you are weirdos. But anyways-”
“No, Y/N,” Mina states, end of subject.
“You all just want me to kill myself,” you groan as you sink into the couch. “Whatever, but I’m going to force all of you to double your offering if I actually do this shit,”
The girls cheer. You cry inside. Anything for money, you guess.
—
It seems like the universe heard about the predicament you were in, because it felt like you were suddenly around him more often ever since the bet had been set.
“You know, I don’t want to be on patrol with you either,” you grumble, kicking at rocks as the two of you walk up and down the roads of the dorms.
“Glad we agree,”
Silence washes over you both.
“Why don’t you want to kiss me? Am I ugly or something?” you ask, but it definitely comes off sadder than you intend.
“Don’t get all insecure because you don’t get a stupid kiss,” he looks the opposite direction of yours, “You know damn well you’re not ugly, so don’t piss me off,”
He had a strange way of saying stuff.
“Aw, you love me, don’t you?” you tease, poking at his arm.
“Ah you dumbass, pay attention,” you snap back into place with a laugh, “‘M just saying you’re better looking than some of these extras,”
You don’t know what to say in response to his words. Because they were surprisingly very sweet.
Realizing he had said too much, he changes the subject. “Let’s go this way,”
You follow him with a nod.
There was definitely a certain type of tension lingering that the two of you walked in near silence for the rest of the patrol.
You definitely were not repeating back his words in your head over and over again for the rest of the patrol. And Katsuki Bakugou was definitely not turning red because of what he said earlier. Definitely not.
—
After that patrol, things seemed to sort of shift between the two of you. And to say it was scary was an understatement.
Conversations wouldn’t always start off with the two of you insulting or cursing each other out. There’d be a hey or hello. If you guys saw each other in passing, he’d greet you with a nod of his head. Him being anything but passive aggressive towards you was terrifying because it was so not him.
“Y/N,” a familiar voice calls out to you, you groan as you put your pencil down.
“I’m studying, what do you want, Katsuki?”
“Come with me to the movies after school today,” it’s not really a question, more like a command.
You put your hands to your mouth in fake(?) excitement, “You’re asking me on a date?! So kind, Katsuki,”
“It’s not a date, idiot. I’m going with Ei and Denki later, they’re bringing Jirou and Mina. They were teasing me for not bringing anyone, so come,”
“If I don’t?” you muse.
“Be there or be square, nerd,” he doesn’t take your bait, but you can tell he’d prefer it if you go. He walks away before you can respond.
Well, you guess you have plans later.
;;;
You meet up with the lot of them at the allotted time. The group walks together, and you thank God your friends have a questionable taste in men so you wouldn’t be stuck with some randos. But you also have half a mind to curse them out for leaving you to fend for yourself when you all arrive at the theater.
They left you with no choice but to sit with Bakugou. Part of you really hates it, but not as much as you hate the rate at which your heart beats.
For the most part, the two of you just sit there in awkwardness. The other couples indulge in that lovey dovey shit, and it makes you feel out of place. You zone out and get into your head. Was there a motive in asking you to come out here? He could’ve invited like… Midoriya… or Ochako… Or anyone, really. But, you? Does he like you? Or were you his last option to invite? Your head hurts from overthinking.
Your hand rests in your lap, picking at the material of your pants. At least that’s what it was doing. Until it happened.
From the corner of your eye, you watch as Bakugou slid his hand into yours. His fingers finding a comfortable place between your own. You release a deep breath when you realize you were holding your breath. Is he out of his fucking mind?
Despite your efforts to try and justify how much you absolutely hate it. You didn’t even try to stop him. You didn’t pull away. You didn’t let his hand go. And even as the movie ended, you actually felt sad when he slid his hand away.
The cool air of the night shocked you a bit when all of you made it outside.
“We were thinking of grabbing a bite, did you guys want to come?” Mina exclaims.
“Ooh, that sounds good, are you down, Jirou?”
“Sure, and you guys?” they all look at you.
“I- I have a stomach ache… Butter fucks with my stomach really bad,” the excuse is kind of weak, but still holds up as they all nod in understanding.
“I can walk you to the dorm,” Bakugou offers, and you don’t really give him a yes or no, he just follows you.
Kirishima and Mina whistle and holler as the two of you part ways with the rest of them.
Part of you regrets making up some stupid lie to go home. Because this was way more awkward than getting free pizza.
The two of you are right by each other as you walk in silence towards the dorm. You wait. And wait. Wait for him to bring it up. Why did he do that? Why did he grab your hand? Was it all a front?
Why is he treating you so well?
Even as he drops you off at your room, he says nothing. Just a simple “Goodnight,” before he’s making his way to the elevator.
What an asshole.
—
So you take the initiative. The initiative in ignoring him. You weren’t some casual fling. Fuck the bet, fuck him.
When you saw him making his way towards you, you were quick to get up and rush out of the classroom. When he nodded your directions in passing, it was easy to just walk past and not acknowledge him. Whatever there was between you and him, was gone. Whatever “it” was, exactly.
But you were okay. You guess. You were down $500 or $1000, but whatever. That game was bullshit anyways. You always got the worst bets. You kind of felt bad that you were the end of it, though.
It was easy to avoid him. That’s what you thought. At least until one week later, you found yourself cornered by your dorm room with nowhere to go.
“What the fuck is up with you?” he’s angry, you’d be stupid if you thought otherwise.
You cross your arms and avoid his intense gaze, “Whatever do you mean?”
He’s getting closer, and a tiny, like miniscule, part of you finds angry-him hot. “You know what the hell I mean, you’ve been avoiding me,”
“Nuh uh,” you retort, still avoiding the subject at hand. “I’ve just been busy, sorry,”
“Like hell, Racoon Eyes said you’ve been in your dorm room everyday, so try again, asshat,”
Fucking Mina.
“I don’t have to explain myself to you,” you poke at his chest, “Now get out of my way before I beat your ass,”
“Yeah? I’d like to see you try,” he’s smiling with mockery.
“Oh, I’m sure you’d like to be touched by me, you little virgin,” you inspect your nails in nonchalance, “Too bad, so sad, now move,”
“No, not until you answer me,” he’s a bit more serious now, you can sense it in his tone.
You groan, “Fine, not until you answer me, though. Why the fuck did you hold my hand and act like it didn’t happen? Am I like a joke to you?”
He straightens up and his eyes widen. He looks to the side, then back at you.
“You’re fuckin’ smart, why don’t you take a guess?”
“You’re not a baby, why don’t you use your words?”
You got him there.
“Maybe ‘cuz I like you, or something, idiot,”
You laugh. Laugh. Because he really thought you’d believe a stupid joke like that.
“You’re funny, but seriously, why did–”
A kiss. Katsuki Bakugou has always been known for his speed and his wit. But now you see it more than ever. As he steals a kiss from you. It happens faster than you’re able to even realize you’re leaning into it.
When the two of you part, it’s tense again. You don’t know if you should say something but he takes that choice from you.
“You think that was funny?” he asks.
“Well- no, but–”
“No buts, that’s that,”
“I didn’t even say I like you back! What if I didn’t-”
“Oh, so you do?” you jump up in realization you fumbled your words. “Good to know, princess,”
“Ugh, you’re so annoying. How was I supposed to know you liked me? You’re such an asshole, you know?”
“Really? Because this asshole just got you some cash,” he laughs referring to the bet, “But y’know, I don’t let just anyone call me Katsuki,”
You grit your teeth before throwing a punch at his arm, “Annoying! Annoying, so annoying,”
Another hearty laugh escapes from his lips as he pulls you into a hug. You didn’t even know Bakugou gave hugs. But you don’t mind it.
“You’re such a pervert, I bet you’ve been looking forward to that kiss,” he teases.
“Yeah? Well you’re a pervert for even kissing me in the first place,”
—
YOU: pay up bitches
YOU: i’m talking double btw
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I lovedddd ryusui before he even got animated but i was watching the dub the other day and his va is the same as bakugou’s…. Like are u kidding meeeeejfkskch
CW. exes-to-lovers, angst, fluff, suggestive/mature humor, suggestive content, growth, dubcon (drunk sex), atsumu was a pos lol, neglectful behavior (past), getting back together
STATUS. COMPLETE!!
SUMMARY. Atsumu Miya decides to give MysMatch ONE more chance. Fortunately Unfortunately for him, the last time he meets up with a match, it turns out to be his favorite ex-girlfriend. You.
hii i'm the last anon and i did read all of mysmatch! my fav is prob blahx3 bc i love suna and enemies to lovers is one of my fav tropes
enemies to lovers is my favorite too… imagine how devastated i was when i couldnt figure out a good enemies to lovers story for atsumu…. (half joking it worked out in the end teehee)
i luved all of ur mysmatch smaus i think my fav was suna's. not just bc i'm partial to suna but bc the series made me laff so hard. like all of them were so funny but tht one rlly made me geek
i binged sakusa's and suna's and then hearing the announcement a smau for atsuma was coming out... i was eating too good thank u for cooking
HAHAHA THANK U IM GLAD U LIKED IT!! did u read suna’s and omi’s series this year? if so u got lucky w the timing u started reading cs atsumus got announced 2 YEARS after suna’s came out LMAO
Watching volleyball always had you feeling 1 of 2 ways. Excited or confused.
But right now you were especially excited. Atsumu and his team had made it to the championship finals. The amount of anxiety a ball bouncing from one side of the net to the other gave you was unhealthy.
It was even scarier considering how close the seats Atsumu got you were. You could practically feel the wind the ball left in its trail.
You were so caught up in the game you hadn’t even realized Atsumu’s team had taken match point. It only registered when everyone in the vicinity roared with excitement, the colors of your school in the form of confetti filled the stadium.
Your eyes scanned the court for Atsumu. When you finally found him, he was already making his way towards you. Jumping up from your seat, you tried to squeeze past the first two rows in front of you. He beat you to it, grabbing a hold of you and lifting you up in his grasp.
“Atsumu! You did it!” You smiled at him.
Anyone else could see how lovestruck he was with the way he looked at you.
“Y/N,” he said, his voice filled with excitement in comparison to the serious look on his face.
“Yeah?”
He lets out a breath he looks like he didn’t know he was holding before he continues, “Y’remember how— last week you said you think you were ready to try again— for real this time?”
Your heart’s beat is so fast you’re worried everyone around you can hear it, “Y-Yeah,” you can feel your cheeks warm up.
“I love ya, Y/N,” Atsumu starts, smiling from ear to ear, “May I please be your boyfriend?”
“I’d love that,” you reply with no hesitation, wrapping your arms around his neck to bring yourself to his lips for a warm kiss.
MEET ME HALFWAY — LOVELY GIRLFRIEND
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NOTES.
thank u for bearing with me throughout this series!!
it’s my first time doing exes to lovers instead of enemies to lovers cough so it was definitely a challenge!! this story had a completely different plotline and title at first but im glad with the direction it went :3
if you have any comments or questions feel free to send an ask, and again! THANK U FOR READING MY MYSMATCH SERIES !!!!
hello! i've been reading your smaus all evening, they're so addicting!! i was just wondering, have you ever forgotten to add a character to a chapter?? do you just have to re-do the entire thing in that case?
no i don’t think it’s ever happened with the ENTIRE series… my thing is like, i’ll have a bunch of characters in a groupchat like “Da Boys 😈” and i’ll give too much dialogue to one or two characters. but when i notice i just delete a couple messages and reword it so the other characters can say some something
BUT i will say, for the original version of Meet Me Halfway, i redid all 11 of the chapters i had done because i actually hated it 😭😭
thank u for the love though!!! i appreciate it more than u know <3
You don’t bother to read whatever text Atsumu sent you.
Whatever it was, it could wait. But you couldn’t.
You’re already out the door, shoes barely hanging on by the heel. You’re basically speedwalking on the way to his dorm, internally cursing him for being almost halfway across campus.
You probably look crazy. Random clothes thrown on, appearance messy. But none of that mattered.
Nothing could stop you. At least that’s what you thought.
You’re about halfway there when you feel it against your forehead. A wet droplet. Then another. And then another. You could see the wet drop begin to form bigger and bigger wet spots on your shirt. You groan to yourself before finding cover by an overhang near one of the buildings.
You’re about to pull out your phone to text Atsumu when you hear a familiar voice.
“Fuck,” he whispers to himself.
Your head snaps towards the figure. Your heartbeat quickening at the sight of his messy blonde hair. You don’t even know what to say. You’re the one who wanted to see him but now that you’re here in the same place as him, you’re at a loss for words.
You don’t even get a chance to think over your little speech, not when his head finally turns towards you, his eyes widening at the sight of you.
“Y/N?” he’s barely able to get another word out before the two of you are rushing towards each other, his arms wrapping around you.
His hold immediately warms you, distracting you from the cold that the rain had left on your skin.
Atsumu pulls away briefly to ask, “How long were you standing there?” It's light-hearted but your heart is still caught in the back of your throat.
“I- I don’t know,” you muster out.
“I told ya not to come out, I was gonna come to yours,” he’s already taking off the jacket he’s wearing to wrap it around you. He has that stupid smile that you oh, so love on his face.
“Atsumu, I—”
He holds a finger up to your mouth, “No. Please, let me,”
“I just wanted to say again that I’m sorry for everything. For hurting you time and time again, and being a stupid man for not treating you the way ya deserve to be. I know we have a long way to go until we can consider the more serious stuff, but as of right now, I just want to promise ya one thing,”
“I promise that if you decide to give me another chance, I’ll make you the happiest person alive,”
He cuts himself off, getting embarrassed at his own words. The apples of his cheeks are already turning red when he adds, “Sorry, I got ahead of myself,”
You laugh, yes, in his face. Your eyes roam his face, getting a good look at him, before you finally say, "I'd like that a lot, ‘Tsumu,”
Without another word, you’re cupping his cheeks with your hands and pulling his lips onto yours.
There were still many things to be talked about. Things that had to be done. But all you knew was you were right where you wanted to be.
MEET ME HALFWAY
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NOTES.
two more chaps 🥲 this fic went thru so much to get here omg
