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"Do you even love me?"
"Yes" your answer is immediate, with no hesitation. Of course, you love him, if you could write it in the sky you would. Yet now, the man you love is angry at you, with a mix of disappointment while you're on the verge of crying.
"Then why the fuck aren't you initiating shit?"
You know you should say something. You know you should open up and explain your behavior, but it's easier said than done. Because in the past, whenever you opened up no one listened. They either pretended not to hear or changed the topic of conversation. So you settled on pretending.
Over the years you became good at faking your moods and smiles. It came naturally for you to plaster a smile on your face and make it believable. You became good at pretending you were fine, when in fact you wanted nothing more than to have someone to listen. But no one ever did. No one cared enough to listen to the end, because as long as it doesn't concern them your insecurities are irrelevant.
"If I don't text you, you don't. If I don't call you, you don't. If I don't kiss you, you don't. Why the fuck are we in a relationship then?" The anger in his voice is deafening. It makes you want to crawl on yourself, wishing to disappear. You can feel his resentment in your bones. You know you should speak up, but your voice seems to be stuck in your throat.
"I didn't call you for three fucking days to see if you would. And guess what? You didn't!" Bakugou's eyes narrow on you, waiting for an answer that he will probably never get. "Why the fuck aren't you speaking?! Do you even give a shit about me? About our relationship?"
"I-I do care"
"Fucking bullshit." He scoffs, one hand dragging along the roots of his hair while the other one curled into a fist. "If you cared you would've reached for me. If you cared you would show it through your actions. If you cared-"
You can't listen to all your flaws.
He's listing the very same things people in your past had complained about. The sad part is that you already know the endgame, which only worsens the angst creeping up your back.
Bakugou is the only person you managed to fall in love with. He's the only one that makes you feel important, the only one that always waits for you. He is the first one that makes your heart beat so loud to the point of tuning out the world. He is the only one that keeps you on your toes. The only one that can awaken emotions buried in the depths of your heart and soul.
But now, having him complain about you was destroying your already fragile heart. All the wounds that you managed to somehow patch over the years are now ripped open again. It hurts. His words are like stabs, and you don't have the strength to listen. Because the man you love isn't willing to wait anymore.
You should've seen this coming. It was bound to happen. But your childish self, that small part of you that believes in hope, thought he was going to be the exception. You feel betrayed, by yourself. And you snap.
"BECAUSE YOU WILL HATE IT!"
Your breathing is heavy and ragged, tears already spilling down your cheeks while Bakugou is stunned to silence, watching you with both his eyebrows raised. Then he frowns.
"Why would I hate it?"
"Because everyone does, sooner or later." You can feel snot threatening to drip down your nose, and you sniff, using the abused napkin in your hand to wipe it. "You say now that you want me to do all those things, but as soon as I do you will get sick of me. So-" you choke back another sob, gathering your phone and bag. "It's best if we break up. Sorry for wasting your time" and with those final words, you get up from the table, intent on leaving his house.
It's always like this.
In every relationship that you had, it always ended up with them complaining about you. Something, at the end of the day, made you unable to satisfy them properly. There's always something wrong with you. You. You're your own reason why no one can ever stand you. Right now, all you want to do is get back to your house and cry out all your frustrations. But before you reach the handle, something tugs your other wrist, spinning you around into a hard chest.
"You're not going away, not when you're opening up. Fucking finally" Bakugou drags you back to the living room, this time on the couch. All your protests fall on deaf ears, even the attempts of pushing him away are an utter failure.
"Sit your ass down and start chirpin'."
To Bakugou it's clear that there is a problem, which might run deeper than he originally expected. So he waits for you to speak up.
Yet again, you seem to lose your voice, uncomfortable under his stare, and you look anywhere but at him.
After several beats of silence - disrupted by your sniffs in a poor attempt to not cry- Bakugou sighs. "If we- if you don't speak up, I don't know how to help you. I already have a feeling of what the problem might be, but I want you to tell me. I want to hear it from you."
You mull a little over his words, weighing down your options. The past experiences with childhood friends, exes, and family members, taught you to never expect anything from anyone. Sometimes people pretend to listen because their goal is to seem nice, but once they realize that the problem is nothing interesting, they drop the subject. And as much as you love Bakugou, you don't believe he'll be any different.
"There's nothing too important. It's exactly what I said it is. You think I don't want to hold your hand? You think I don't want to wrap my whole body on you like a koala all day? I crave physical touch, I crave it so bad, but I can't. I can't" as you keep spilling out your frustrations, your voice grows bitter and resentful. "Because you enjoy it in the beginning, but then you'll get sick of it and call me clingy, just like everyone else did! I know that after, you'll tell me to 'get a life', to 'go bother someone else' and I don't want it to happen again! Because I'll be the one getting heartbroken while you all keep surfing life as if you didn't stump on my stupid, useless feelings! You're no different from the others, once you get what you want then I hold no value in your eyes. Just another bitch to add to the fuck list no-" Bakugou is quick to cover your mouth with his palm, and you finally look at him.
He looks… sad. His eyes are soft, mouth pressed into a thin line as he looks at you with what you could describe as pity. But in reality, you couldn't be any farther from the truth, because Bakugou isn't pitying you. No. He understands you.
"We already fucked, two months ago. And I'm still here, aren't I?" His voice is gentle, probably the softest you've ever heard him. As if trying to soothe a wounded animal. It's endearing.
Blinking the heavy veil of unshed tears away, you give him a couple of nods.
"Do you really think I would do something like that to you? Do you think I would say to anybody that I love them?" his palm slides down your neck until it rests comfortably at the back of your head. With breath stuck in your lungs, you offer him a soft shake of your head, no. You don't think Bakugou is that type, but you never know.
"Do you have any idea of how much I want you to do all those things? Fuck- be a fucking leech for all I care, just-!" His forehead lightly bumps into yours, the tip of the nose rubbing a couple of times against yours. His eyes are transfixed into yours, and you can feel goosebumps raise on your whole body at the intensity of his stare.
"I don't care if I'm in an uncomfortable position. I don't care if you're all sweaty from working out or if I'm barely standing because of a rough day. I want you to do anything you want. You want to spoon me? Do it. You want to hold my hand in public? Do it. You want hugs when I'm busy? Do it. Fuckin' do it. I don't care. Fuck- I could be in the middle of an important call and I still wouldn't refuse your attention!" His head dips into the crook of your shoulder while leaving a trail of kisses down your neck.
"I don't care what shit-stain you dated before me, all I care about is for you to be comfortable with me. Do you understand?" His arms are circling your back, holding you tight, but not enough to cut the breath out of you. You sniff, suppressing another sob that threatens to come out.
"Y-yes"
"Then hug me" He gives you a squeeze, voice barely above a whisper. "Please"
You know that this doesn't count as a potential improvement since, again, Bakugou is the one that initiated the physical contact. But you oblige, wrapping your arms around his neck.
For several minutes, you bask in the silence, enjoying the comfort and warmth. Until Bakugou speaks again, voice partially muffled by your clothes.
"I noticed how different you are with that weir- Hatsume."
"She-" you clear your throat, trying to get rid of the ragged tone "she never pushed me away. Probably the only one that never did." you don't want to relieve the past, but with Bakugou seems right. Up until now, he showed nothing but understanding.
"There were times when I would visit her back when she was in UA. She didn't mind when I would sleep on her while she worked on her babies. One day I remember falling asleep on her back, and she didn't complain. She- she was the only one that never called me a bother."
"You didn't do anything too scared I would…" he trails, lifting a little his head just enough to see your eyes.
"Call me clingy." You finish for him. His arms tighten around you, pulling you even closer.
"Even my parents pushed me away. I used to seek physical attention all the time. If it were possible, I would stay with you like this all day, but I know it's impossible. And I don't want you to think that I-… I don't want to be a burden. An inconvenience. I don't want you to hate me because of that. So I give you space. I let you initiate everything on your own terms because I'm scared of being annoying."
Bakugou listens. He knows that if he speaks you might try to make the conversation take a detour. So he waits for you to continue.
"I used to like sleepovers. I used to beg my parents to let me sleep at a friend's house. But then they told me no because I would be a bother, and that people are too nice to tell me that. Even holding hands was something I enjoyed, until someone slapped my hand away."
That detail doesn't sit right with Bakugou, and whoever slapped your hand was already on his piss-the-fuck-off list.
"Is this why you keep refusing to stay the night?" When you nod, Bakugou feels like the heaviest stone has just been lifted from his chest. When he slept with you for the first time, he asked you to stay over. It was late, and dark outside, and letting you wander the streets where danger lurked wasn't something he was keen on. Plus, it would give him more time to spend with you. But when you got up and dressed, turning down his offer saying that you were busy the next day, he walked you home.
The second time, again, you shut him down. He tried to be understanding. At the time, he couldn't understand why you refused to crash at his place when he did overstay at yours. At first, he thought you didn't like his apartment, or that you didn't feel comfortable enough. So, he bought a couple of plants, hoping that it will ease you, and stuffed his bathroom with products he saw at yours. He made sure to put hairclips and hair ties near the sink, in a pink-stained glass bowl. And different types of pads were stashed in the first drawer, just in case. He also added some décor, similar to your aesthetic, but even that didn't work. Despite your compliments, saying that you loved the changes he made, it still wasn't enough to make you stay.
Another time he tried again was three weeks ago. He tried his hardest to fuck you stupid, he hoped that six hours of constant sex will tire you out enough that you will cave, and finally spend the night at his. He tried different positions that he knew would strain your legs. Positions that will weaken your body, and time for you to recover were minimal. If he was generous, only a minute before he went at it again. Despite all his efforts, you still went home. Bruised, body screaming in pain at the effort, and on the verge of passing out, you asked him to take you home. And Bakugou, at that point, began to think that maybe you didn't love him.
He became self-conscious. Because why else wouldn't you want to spend more time with him? Why would you only have sex and then drop out as soon as you felt like sleeping?
Yet that theory wasn't exactly making sense, because the very next day you asked him to stay over at yours.
But now, Bakugou understands. He now knows what the problem is, and he has to admit that you told him way more than he originally expected. He's glad you did so, it's a step in the right direction, and he believes that improvements will happen soon.
One hand moves on the back of your head, cradling you closer while his lips ghost the skin right below your ear.
"Let's take baby steps" he murmurs, leaving a feathery kiss on the side of your neck. Your arms hook around his shoulders, leaning into him.
"Stay tonight" He feels your body tense up, and before you can utter a word -already knowing what you were going to say, he squeezes you, silently adding the 'please' that was lingering on the tip of his tongue.
When he feels your body relax in his hold, and a soft 'ok' leaves your lips, Bakugou allows himself to smile, happy with the outcome.
Tags: prohero!Bakugou, groping, cussing, consumption of alcohol, sexual innuendos, short image. Minors do not interact!
He was already chugging his seventh drink when he saw you across the bar.
Clubs had never been Bakugou's favorite scene.
He hated how the establishment was filled with all types of people, dancing, overly sweating, drinking, being all loud without a care in the world.
A pretty little thing, wearing a silk-like orange dress that reached your midthighs, showing so much skin it was tantalizing. A sparkly, fine chain was circling your waist, and it connected with a similar necklace. Your hair was perfectly syled, as if you went to a salon before stepping into the club, and he could make out your simple make-up, which did nothing but enhance your beauty.
The bartender, the one attending the VIP tables, manages to catch his attention.
So delectable, he wanted a piece.
He was planning on a quick approach, throw a couple of flirts and get you at his place to hopefully bury his face in between those pretty thighs of yours. But when you briefly locked eyes with him after your friend whispered something in your ear, Bakugou felt intimidated. Something so unusual of him.
"Would you like anything else?"
His friends are quick to order up some concoctions for their next rounds, and when the guy looks at him expectanlty, Bakugou huffs, eyes once again finding solace in your pretty sight, now laughing at something the girl beside you was saying.
"A whiskey for me, and a Platinum Passion for that chick" He motions with his chin, eyes not even once leaving your table. He misses how his friends are exchanging weird looks, or how the bartender nods, albeit a little taken aback.
"Uh, sure. Right away"
He waits, roughly five minutes, and when the bartender finally gives you the drink, Bakugou is already feeling cocky, much more so when you look up at him and smile. A pretty smile that he wants to turn into an open box of symphony, moaning for him. He revels into the attention, but is short lived when your friend taps your shoulder to continue whatever conversation you were having.
Then, the bartender approaches his table once again, this time bringing him the whiskey. He pulls out his wallet.
"Sir, the whisky is only five.."
" If 'ya get that hot chick to come home with me those are all 'urs" the bartender takes the quite scary-looking stash of money, and looks at the prohero as if he has grown another head, then looks at his friends in search of something.
"Oi, Kats" Mina slurs, mostly inhebrieted but not enough to not understand what was going on. " u drunk?"
Bakugou scoffs. He wasn't drunk. Tipsy, yes, but not drunk. What was so wrong with a guy wanting to get some? Especially when the night offered him such pretty little thing to ravage? You're cute, too pretty to pass on such opportunity. Tipsy or not, he wants you. Consensually, of course.
"Piss off. And you-" He almost snarls at the bartender, which is quick to straighten his back, "you got a job do to. Scram!"
The poor guy leaves in a hurry, and Bakugou goes back on sipping his drink, happy to see that you too seem to enjoy his offering.
"Bakubruh-" Kirishima too is slurring, tongue seemingly twisting in his mouth by the amount of alcohol he has consumed in the past three hours. "Youh'r a lost causs"
Bakugou rolls his eyes at his spoken grammar, deciding to ignore whatever his friend was trying to say. But when his eyes went back at your table, you weren't there, and he let out a string of curses.
He scared you off.
Of fucking course he scared you. A stranger bought you a drink and then sent a bartender to tell you that he wants to get in your pants- well, skirt. Who knows how many creeps had done the same thing, he should've of known better than this. He's a pro hero for crying out loud! And just now he stooped lower than any other scumbag-
"Heard you want to take me home?" Your palms slide on his pecks, body barely bending over his shoulder to give a soft, barely felt kiss on the side of his neck. His own palms are sweating like crazy, while his heart is doing flips at this turn of events.
"Hi, pretty boy" He turns around like almost burned, eyes shining at the realization that you decided to approach him. He wanted to greet you back, but his throat seemed to temporarily go numb.
You're so, so much more prettier up close, and he couldn't wait for that coral lipstick to be imprinted all over his skin.
"Fuck yeah princess" He gets up from the cushion, turning around to slide his hands over that flimsy cloth you call dress, and grabs a handful of your ass. Never had his hands ever felt at home like in that moment. So small compared to him, so delicate in comparison with his roughness, so sweet, so pliant, and so easy to have. He was going to ruin you.
As he walks out with you, wrapped around your back, hands never seeming to stop at feeling up your body, the bartender turns to his colleague, mouth agape and eyes almost bulging out of their sockets.
"I swear... I've never seen someone so drunk before"
"What do you mean?"
"He paid me 10k to ask his wife to take him home, can you believe it?"
Just an fyi: the 10k is because I misread an information.
The Platinum Passion cocktail sells for $1,500, but L'esprit de Courvoisier (used to make the drink) sells for around $6,000 - just one bottle. And I ended messing up sorry :')
Tags: prohero!Bakugou, groping, cussing, consumption of alcohol, sexual innuendos, short image. Minors do not interact!
Clubs had never been Bakugou's favorite scene.
He hated how the establishment was filled with all types of people, dancing, overly sweating, drinking, being all loud without a care in the world.
He was already chugging his seventh drink when he saw you across the bar.
A pretty little thing, wearing a silk-like orange dress that reached your midthighs, showing so much skin it was tantalizing. A sparkly, fine chain was circling your waist, and it connected with a similar necklace. Your hair was perfectly syled, as if you went to a salon before stepping into the club, and he could make out your simple make-up, which did nothing but enhance your beauty.
So delectable, he wanted a piece.
He was planning on a quick approach, throw a couple of flirts and get you at his place to hopefully bury his face in between those pretty thighs of yours. But when you briefly locked eyes with him after your friend whispered something in your ear, Bakugou felt intimidated. Something so unusual of him.
The bartender, the one attending the VIP tables, manages to catch his attention.
"Would you like anything else?"
His friends are quick to order up some concoctions for their next rounds, and when the guy looks at him expectanlty, Bakugou huffs, eyes once again finding solace in your pretty sight, now laughing at something the girl beside you was saying.
"A whiskey for me, and a Platinum Passion for that chick" He motions with his chin, eyes not even once leaving your table. He misses how his friends are exchanging weird looks, or how the bartender nods, albeit a little taken aback.
"Uh, sure. Right away"
He waits, roughly five minutes, and when the bartender finally gives you the drink, Bakugou is already feeling cocky, much more so when you look up at him and smile. A pretty smile that he wants to turn into an open box of symphony, moaning for him. He revels into the attention, but is short lived when your friend taps your shoulder to continue whatever conversation you were having.
Then, the bartender approaches his table once again, this time bringing him the whiskey. He pulls out his wallet.
"Sir, the whisky is only five.."
" If 'ya get that hot chick to come home with me those are all 'urs" the bartender takes the quite scary-looking stash of money, and looks at the prohero as if he has grown another head, then looks at his friends in search of something.
"Oi, Kats" Mina slurs, mostly inhebrieted but not enough to not understand what was going on. " u drunk?"
Bakugou scoffs. He wasn't drunk. Tipsy, yes, but not drunk. What was so wrong with a guy wanting to get some? Especially when the night offered him such pretty little thing to ravage? You're cute, too pretty to pass on such opportunity. Tipsy or not, he wants you. Consensually, of course.
"Piss off. And you-" He almost snarls at the bartender, which is quick to straighten his back, "you got a job do to. Scram!"
The poor guy leaves in a hurry, and Bakugou goes back on sipping his drink, happy to see that you too seem to enjoy his offering.
"Bakubruh-" Kirishima too is slurring, tongue seemingly twisting in his mouth by the amount of alcohol he has consumed in the past three hours. "Youh'r a lost causs"
Bakugou rolls his eyes at his spoken grammar, deciding to ignore whatever his friend was trying to say. But when his eyes went back at your table, you weren't there, and he let out a string of curses.
He scared you off.
Of fucking course he scared you. A stranger bought you a drink and then sent a bartender to tell you that he wants to get in your pants- well, skirt. Who knows how many creeps had done the same thing, he should've of known better than this. He's a pro hero for crying out loud! And just now he stooped lower than any other scumbag-
"Hi, pretty boy" He turns around like almost burned, eyes shining at the realization that you decided to approach him. He wants to greet you back, but his throat seemed to temporarily go numb.
You're so, so much more prettier up close, and he couldn't wait for that coral lipstick to be imprinted all over his skin.
"Heard you want to take me home?" Your palms slide on his pecks, body barely bending over his shoulder to give a soft, barely felt kiss on the side of his neck. His palms are sweating like crazy, while his heart is doing flips at this turn of events.
"Fuck yeah princess" He gets up from the cushion, turning around to slide his hands over that flimsy cloth you call dress, and grabs a handful of your ass. Never had his hands ever felt at home like in that moment. So small compared to him, so delicate in comparison with his roughness, so sweet, so pliant, and so easy to have. He was going to ruin you.
As he walks out with you, wrapped around your back, hands never seeming to stop at feeling up your body, the bartender turns to his colleague, mouth agape and eyes almost bulging out of their sockets.
"I swear... I've never seen someone so drunk before"
"What do you mean?"
"He paid me 10k to ask his wife to take him home, can you believe it?"
Tags: high school slice of life, slight fluff, swearing, there's a short scene of kissing nothing too descriptive, secret relationship trope.
Summary: When Mina gets the feeling that the Bakugou Katsuki might be having a crush on you, she will not stop at anything until the tea is spilled.
Despite coming across as aloof, Mina is incredibly observant when it comes to small details. Nothing escapes her keen eye or acute hearing. That's why she vehemently believes that you and Bakugou are dating.
The very first thing that Bakugou did to make her think that he might like you, was when three months ago she caught him staring at you. But it wasn't the usual Bakugou stare, no, no, no. It was something more like a daydreamy look.
She vividly remembers how calm he looked. There wasn't a glint of anger in those crimson pools.
Curious by nature, she followed his line of sight, and to her surprise, you were outside watering the plants outside the entrance of the Heights Alliance. Just to make sure she wasn't interpreting it wrong, she took a double-take, and undoubtedly, Bakugou was watching you. Her gaze flickered between you and Bakugou multiple times, flabbergasted.
She knows you're pretty, smart, and sometimes borderline sarcastic, and an overall enjoyable presence, but she never thought Bakugou could be interested in you. Well, Bakugou generally didn't strike her as someone who could like someone. He barely tolerates his classmates, let alone view one romantically.
Plus, she never saw you and Bakugou interact unless needed. Since you transferred during the second semester of their second year, more precisely in September, up until their final year, she never saw you two exchange words outside of classes. And Bakugou isn't necessarily the type to fall in love with someone he never talked to.
The second thing she noticed that was something out of ordinary, and that further reinforced her theories, was Bakugou's body language.
Now that the idea of him crushing on someone was deeply seeded into her brain, she began noticing small things here and there. She noticed how in a group one of his feet is always pointed towards you, or how his attention would be -discreetly- on you as soon as you opened your mouth. The fact that he would imperceptibly lean towards you, to the point of barely grazing your shoulder, was again, utterly surprising to her.
She didn't notice beforehand all those things, but now, they were like blaring in her face. Him occupying the seat next to you on the couch when gathered with the rest of the classmates, him brushing your shoulder when going somewhere despite the amount of space available, the bottles of water he pretends to buy for himself only to sneak it into your backpack, the way he helps you when it's your turn to do the chores masking it as if annoyed that you're taking so long and get in his way, the little squeeze he gives your pinky when you're up for a training battle, and so many more.
Part of her is disappointed that she hadn't noticed it before, but another part was quite impressed by Bakuguo's and your skill at hiding it for so long.
Being sure of herself, firmly believing that you and Bakugou were in a relationship, Mina felt confident enough to confront her friend. And after two weeks of attentive observation, she did just that. But got shot down immediately when Bakugou grimaced and told her to "stop reading that romance shit, is messing up with that shitty fried brain of yours".
Nonetheless, Mina has faith in whoever or whatever is watching over her. She knows that the universe is on her side, she knows that Bakugou can't fool her forever, and that whether sooner or later, something will happen. Something far more incriminating than those subtle, barely noticeable gestures.
And a week later, her prayers were answered. It all happened by pure coincidence.
After an excruciating extracurricular hour to recuperate that abominable low grade she got on her modern literature essay, which Cementoss kindly described as a 'written skit of dead cells trying to revive each other', Mina found herself walking around Ground Omega.
She was trying to clear up her mind, looking for some natural distractions to briefly forget about her grades and failed essays. But imagine her surprise when she stumbled upon no other than Bakugou Katsuki and you, sitting underneath a tree and eating. With picnic cloth and different dishes sitting on it.
She stood frozen, eyes blown wide open looking at a relaxed Bakugou feeding you slices of fruits.
If she were to tell her classmates no one would believe her. She crouched behind a bush, keeping her eyes on the scene while frantically searching for her phone, but to her horror, she had left it in her room before leaving for the extracurricular class.
"If you have some free time tomorrow, can we go get Bubble Tea?"
Bakugou took a napkin and wiped the trail of watermelon juice dripping down your chin.
"Yeah," He said, picking up a strawberry and pushing it against your lips. You took it, eyes trained on him. "I gotta train with Deku for a couple of hours after school, then we can go, 's that alright?"
"Don't you have to take a shower? And get dressed?"
"D'ya want me to wear a suit or some shit?"
"No. But can you wear a muscle top? The one with the turtle neck? Looks really good on you"
Mina can see Bakugou's ears turning a violent shade of red. She wanted to squeal so bad at the sight but decided to suppress it.
" 'm not gonna wear one just because you want it." He muttered, redness extending down his neck, while you smiled.
"Sooo~ I take it as a no?"
"I'll wear whatever the fuck I want" you laughed, leaning into him for a kiss, which he reciprocated immediately. When his arms moved around to pull you flush against him, Mina took it as her cue to leave the scene.
As much as she wanted details about the relationship you shared with Bakugou, violating your privacy was the last thing she planned on doing.
That evening, she didn't see when you came back from the romantic getaway, but she definitely saw Bakugou wearing a muscle shirt with a turtle neck the very next day before leaving the dorms.
She realized long ago that not only does Bakugou like you, but he is also already dating you, and for whatever reason, both of you are keeping it a secret.
She knows that no amount of pestering will make her explosive friend admit the truth, he's known for being as stubborn as steel, but even that last one isn't entirely unbreakable. Under pressure, anything can break.
So, she comes up with the perfect plan to make him reveal everything. She managed to involve the majority of her classmates, and while you and Bakugou were probably out on a date, she summoned her helpers in the common room, gathering them all in a circle. She had started by explaining her findings from the beginning, all the way to the little date she unintentionally stumbled on.
"Mina, not to burst your bubble, but I don't think Bakugou is capable of dating anyone-kero"
"No Tsu, you don't understand, I saw them with my own eyes!"
"Maybe he was just helping her with the flowers in her hair? I know that her quirk produces a lot of them during springtime since it's their season. And L/n-san said that it's difficult to keep them from popping out, spring beauties are known to-"
"Midoriya, I know what a kiss looks like. They were kissing."
"But still, we're talking about Bakugou… and from what Y/n told me, she isn't interested in dating at the moment"
"Ochako not you too! I swear on my beauty products that they are sneaking around like fools in love!"
"Man, Bakugou is a tough one to date, and I don't think sweet L/n-chan can deal with someone as tough as him. I mean, one can be patient only for so long with Bakugou, especially if they're dating him."
"Believe me Sero, he is anything but tough with her, he was feeding her! Like, literally grabbing the food and putting it in her mouth!"
"Now that I think about it, there are moments when he checks his phone and smiles. I think he was messaging someone. You think that might be Y/n?"
"Yes, Kiri! See? I'm telling the truth!" She wailed her hands toward the hardening hero, looking expectantly at her classmates. But the looks on their faces told her that no, they still don't believe her.
"Just help me out on this! Please!"
Everybody exchanged looks, some were skeptical, while other were purely curious to see what would come out of this situation, and slowly but surely they all agree.
"Perfect!"
The plan was simple, but if executed correctly can bring great results. Uraraka, Midoriya, and Tsuyu are the ones in charge of you. All they have to do is to keep you busy, all the time, by taking turns with whatever was at hand. Homework, watching movies, playing games, training, anything really. While Kirishima, Sero, and Kaminari take care of Bakugou. The plan of attack was again, easy, the end goal is to make you and Bakugou spend less and less time together until one of you snaps. Mina was the only one that could switch parties since she was both a close friend of you and your boyfriend.
And that's how operation make-bakuy/n-snap began the very next day with Mina giving the headstart.
"What the fuck do you want?"
Mina giggles, bringing her hands back while leaning toward him.
"Just a little help with my studies~"
"No, you can do that shit by yourself"
"Please, please, please! I really don't want to fail this one!"
"I ain't got time for-"
"Please, Bakugou! You're the smartest person I know"
"I ain't gonna help ya"
Mina sighs, pretending to be defeated by his rejection.
"I didn't think tutoring me would be too much for you, sorry, I'm gonna go and ask someone els-"
"Too much of what for who you dipshit? Nothing is too much for me!"
"But it is! Teaching me is too much work. It's fine, really, I can-"
"Fuck you raccoon eyes, I will beat all that shitty literature into your shitty brain that you'll be dreaming it for the next goddamn decade!"
"Really?!"
"Hell yeah!"
"Thank you! See you after school!" She squeals, moving then to talk to Midoriya. Only then does Bakugou understand what exactly occurred, and how Ashido tricked him. His right eye twitches in annoyance, pulling out his phone. Great. Now he has to cancel plans with you.
But before he could type out a message, yours pops up.
From: Springbeauty
Is it alright if we postpone the date? Ochako wants to visit the cat Café down the road and said no one wants to go with her
Bakugou's frown deepens. Part of him wants you to be upset by it, but another part of him was glad that you had a way to kill time since he too would be busy with two idiots. Though, he still doesn't like this turn of events.
From: KatSuki
Yeah
Raccoon eyes wants my help with literature
Discount Pikachu is fuckin starin' probably will tag along
From: Springbeauty
Didn't she say yesterday that she was going to study with Yaomomo?
From: KatSuki
dunno
she-
Before he can type out a reply, Present Mic entered the classroom. He quickly pockets his phone, and as much as he'd like to take a peek at you, to see if you were waiting for his response, he decides against it. Instead, he sulks into his chair, lips curled downwards in a pout.
The exchange didn't go under Mina's radar. After all, she was right behind him, pretending to talk about something important with Midoriya, and it gave her enough time to get a peek at the nickname.
She expected him to call you something like 'plants', 'weeds', or even 'Flower girl'. Maybe nickname you after one of your physical traits, as he does with Yaomomo when calling her 'ponytail'. But no, yours was sweet, despite it still being related to your quirk.
Now that she thinks of it since you transferred he never used insulting names, always using 'Oi' whenever he needed to get your attention when in public. Could that be his way of keeping the relationship under wraps while still giving you special treatment?
Suppressing the grin that was threatening to split her face, Mina shifts her focus on Present Mic, hastily maneuvering her way to the assigned desk.
Bakugou is irritated, and that much should be a clear indication for his classmates to not pester him. But as usual, no one makes a big deal out of it, he had always been like that, for them it's nothing out of the ordinary.
Yesterday he didn't get a minute away from his friends, and whenever he wanted to call you, one of them would suddenly have some sort of problem that needed his help. After helping Mina and Denki out, Bakugou thought he would be free, but Kirishima asked if he could go with him to the convenience store because he ran out of his favorite snacks. He was planning on refusing until he saw you being dragged by Mina, Gods only know where, and he found himself agreeing.
The worst part was that the same thing kept repeating, over and over again for the following days. If he was lucky enough to get some time away from his friends, you'd be busy with them, and vice versa. Even the good morning texts were cut short all because either Kaminari or Kirishima barged into his room when the sun was barely peeking over the horizon, startling him from sleep, with the excuse of taking breakfast together.
Plans kept being postponed, day after day, and all because his classmates suddenly craved bonding time with him and you. And he hated it. He hated it so much that he was ready to AP Shot the entire dorm.
By the fourth day, Bakugou is a walking bomb, threatening to explode at any given moment. He is snapping left and right at the smallest inconvenience, snarling at everyone that dared to breathe in his direction, and during training earlier that day, he went extra harsh on Kirishima, which couldn't even get a chance to attack, able only to maintain a defensive stance the whole duration of the training.
It was unfair. It felt like the universe was against him for some unknown reason. For most of his life, he had lived without needing affection because it made him feel vulnerable and weak, but when you showed him how nice it is to be held, spooned, and pampered with hugs and kisses, he realized how much he needed all of it. But now, only four days of no interaction with you, and he feels like he's going to implode.
It's unfair because whenever he thinks he can finally go to you, talk to you, and hold you, someone spawns from no-fucking-where and snatches you away, leaving him dumbfounded in the halls.
But it's not like you're doing any better. He can see the pout on your pretty face when you meet his eyes. He can feel the longing in them, and he wants to envelop your body into a big, tight hug to reassure you that everything is fine. If only his classmates stopped interfering like some little shits.
It's during the weekend that Bakugou finally snaps.
Friday night he stayed awake past his bedtime to talk with you over the phone and made plans to meet you outside the school grounds early Saturday. He found a Cafe, a cute one that he knows you'll like and that serves your favorite drink.
He's confident everything will work out, that's why he manages to have a restful night. But of course, he forgot how annoying his friends can be.
The living proof is Kaminari, which decides to block the entrance exactly when he's supposed to leave.
Bakugou can feel the vein on his forehead throb, and he is awfully close to howitzer impact his face into the ground. Gritting his teeth, trying his hardest to not lose his temper, Bakugou barks out his annoyance.
"The fuck you want dunceface?"
"I need your he-"
"Fuck you, no"
"Please? I have this new move and I want to see if it works against your explosions, all you have to do is po-"
"No"
"C'mon please! I promise I'll buy you lunch if you help me out just this once!"
Bakugou wants to tell him to get lost but stops when he sees you being dragged around by Mina and Uraraka, again. His eyes narrow, eyebrows furrowing at the scene, anger already seeping up and down his back.
"Where are you lovely ladies going?" Kaminari asks, shooting them a knowing grin, which both you and Bakugou don't catch, too worried about yet another date needing to be delayed.
"To the new shopping center!" Mina squeals in excitement. Bakugou looks at you, silently questioning what was going on, but you pout, just as lost as him.
"Let's go Y/n-chan!"
Bakugou's fists curl, anger quickly filling his entire being. All of them bothered both him and you the entire week, he spent little to no amount of time with you, if he managed to exchange a simple 'hey' it was by a pure miracle.
Today is supposed to be an entire day spent together. Today you're supposed to spend time with him, at the Cafe, at the park, at the restaurant and then at the cinema. All-day is supposed to be only you and him. Not at some mall without him.
Before Mina can open the door, Bakugou grips your other wrist, pulling you towards him.
"You can go without her"
"Uh, no? It's a girls' outing."
"And where the fuck are the others?"
"Jirou and Momo are visiting their parents, Hagakure said she's studying and Tsuyu is training. We are the only ones free so-"
"So you will fuck off and go with only Deku's girlfriend."
Uraraka's face explodes in a bright shade of red, frantically looking around to make sure that Midoriya wasn't around to hear, whispering a passive-aggressive "we're not dating…. yet"
Bakugou scoffs. "As if I care. Piss off, she's busy" He tugs your arm, but Mina holds onto your other one just as tight. Your grip on Bakugou's shirt doesn't go unnoticed by her sharp eyes.
"Busy with what?"
"None of your damn business"
"Yes it is, she's coming with us to the mall"
"Is your brain made of raccoons as well? I told you she's fucking busy!"
"No, she's not!"
"Yes, she is!"
"No. She is not!"
"Yes, she is!"
"WITH WHAT?"
"WITH ME, YOU FUCKER!"
"AND WHY WOULD SHE?"
"BECAUSE I'M HER GODDAMN BOYFRIEND!"
Mina grins, internally cheering at her victory. She drops her hold on your wrist and watches in amusement as Bakugou cradles you into his arms.
"So it is true!" Uraraka claps her hands, eyes wide open on the couple. You can feel heat travel up your cheeks, and decide to nuzzle against Bakugou's chest hiding as much as possible.
"Now scram! If you pull another shitty stunt I'll blow your asses into unrecognizable bits of ashes!" And just like that, he drags you out, fully intent on making the most of the day.
Mina, Uraraka, and Kaminari watch as you exit the UA grounds, hand in hand. Then, more of their friends gather around the entrance.
"I'm sorry I doubted your detective skills, Mina-chan"
"Me too-kero"
"Can't believe you were right"
"I can't believe that Bakugou is getting it before me!"
"That was so manly!"
Mina puffs out her chest, hands on hips as she turns to look at her friends, a devious smile taking over her face. The satisfaction is pretty much readable on her face, and she soaks a little into the praises before speaking again.
"Who's ready to ambush them and squeeze out more juicy details about their relationship?"
Tags: fluff, domesticity, descriptions of sexual intercourse, breeding kink.
Friend!Bakugou will help you with paperwork. He will point out mistakes you're doing, and praise you where you've done a good job.
Friend!Bakugou will complain when you slack off, saying that you can't get stronger if you're not training hard enough.
Friend!Bakugou will drag your ass in the agency's private gym and fight with you until you're sweaty, tired, and can barely stand on your feet.
Friend!Bakugou will listen to whatever is bothering you, and his solution to your problems is to use him as a punching bag. He will let you take out any frustration, or anger you have on him. At first, you're reluctant, he wasn't the source of your problem, and taking it out on him seems unfair. But Bakugou can be persuasive in his own way, pushing the right buttons he knows will make you implode.
Friend!Bakugou cares about your health. He will ask you at least once every three days if you've eaten, if yes, good, you're off the hook, if not, will force-feed you whatever he concocted, because he "can't have you faint like an idiot in the middle of a fight"
Friend!Bakugou is wary of the guys that approach you, he can tell right on the spot if someone has bad intentions. He can see through any façade people put on, and he's not one to shy away from speaking his mind whenever something/someone pisses him off.
Friend!Bakugou will clumsily confess his attraction to you, saying how annoying you are because you keep popping up in his mind at the most inopportune moments.
Boyfriend!Bakugou has little to no experience when it comes to expressing his feelings, or emotions. He wants to tell you, to tell the entire world just how smart and pretty you are, but always chickens out.
Boyfriend!Bakugou who, despite having conversational difficulties, will choose to show his appreciation through actions most of the time. Yet, when worn out from work, too tired to pay any attention to anything, will voice out his thoughts. Those are the rare moments in which he showers you in compliments, but would rather try to extract petrol with his bare hands than acknowledge that such thing happened.
Boyfriend!Bakugou will pay extra attention to your mood swings, over time learning what each and every expression and tic means. If he sees you pouting to nothing in particular, he already knows that something has saddened you. If he sees you constantly touching your neck/shoulder, he knows you had slept in an uncomfortable position.
Boyfriend!Bakugou will lend you his sweaters if you're cold and will feign forgetfulness or aloofness so you can keep them for yourself.
Boyfriend!Bakugou will ask you to take it easy on the training, saying that exhausting yourself isn't gonna lead to any improvements. When you tell him that it's not what he had told you before the start of the relationship, he will pretend to not hear you.
Boyfriend!Bakugou will scowl away any man that tries to get too comfortable with you. Will keep both arms protectively around your waist, back-hugging you, while his chin rests on your shoulder as you keep chatting with them. His eyes are narrowed, telepathically telling the guy to 'back the fuck off'
Boyfriend!Bakugou who will take a run to the nearest pharmacy to buy you medicine. When sick, Bakugou will send you poetic vocals as reminders, just in case you forget. "Take your goddamn pills before I come over and shove 'em down your throat"
Boyfriend!Bakugou will spend an entire night being your therapist after a failed mission, paying extra attention to your body language. And if the problem is way deeper than he can handle, will not hesitate to drag your ass to a proper therapist.
Boyfriend!Bakugou will plant himself into your missions whenever he feels something is a bigger threat. The villain you have to take down is an S Class? He'll be involved, whether asked or not. He wants you safe, he needs to see with his eyes that you are safe.
Boyfriend!Bakugou will outright tell you to just wear his clothes, because he likes how they fit on you. He likes to see you flaunting around wearing his stuff, showing off who's the man that is making you happy. Bonus point if it keeps other men away from you.
Boyfriend!Bakugou is insecure about holding your hand because he sweats. A lot. The first time he holds your hand, he had to wipe them down several times, scared that it will gross you out.
Boyfriend!Bakugou is intimidated by the idea of a kiss. You're his first, and screwing up will only plum down his already insecure self. He's relieved when you tell him that you too are a little nervous, it had been so long since your last relationship you worried about being out of practice and potentially disappoint him. When the first kiss is done, Bakugou will ask for more. It quickly become his favorite thing to do with you, second only to cuddling.
Boyfriend!Bakugou slowly grows bold with his actions. The first time he let his hands slide down your back, placing them on your ass, his heart jumps in his throat, looking at you to see if you were in any discomfort. To his surprise, you arch against him, lacing your arms around his neck.
Boyfriend!Bakugou will explore your body like a pirate does on an island in search of treasure. He quickly grows to love every part of your body, and if there are any insecurities he will make sure to wipe them away. Thighs too big/thin? He will pamper them with kisses, force his head between them, and gropes as if they are his lifesaver. Big/Small tits? He will play with them, his attention will be on the mounds until he's sure you know he loves 'em.
Boyfriend!Bakugou will always put your pleasure first. Even if he doesn't know how to make you cum, he will try anything until you do. He cockblocks himself until he's sure you've at least cum twice.
Boyfriend!Bakugou will keep learning your body. He wants to be number one in anything, and that includes the arts of pleasuring you.
Boyfriend!Bakugou doesn't have a rhythm or kinks yet. Growing up focusing solely on becoming a hero, he never gave himself the time to tap into his turn-ons and offs. So, he learns them with you. He learns that having his hand pressed around your neck makes him hard. He learns that having his nipples sucked makes his mind foggy and his body tremble with pleasure. He learns that having your spongy walls clamp around his girth spurs him on, going harder and faster on you. He learns that hearing your broken 'I love yous' when you cum on his cock, makes him lose the little clarity he was left with. He learns that those three words have the power to make him euphorically come undone within seconds.
Boyfriend!Bakugou doesn't know what aftercare is. But is willing to learn everything about it, for you.
Boyfriend!Bakugou is happy. He's at peace when with you. And every little thing makes him fall in love deeper and deeper with you. He loves the feeling of your fingers in his hair. He loves your attempts at cooking, even if they end up being uneatable. Bakugou loves when you draw him a bath after a particularily rough day, especially if you join him. He loves when you wrap your hands around him and just look at him with nothing but adoration and love. Bakugou loves coming home to you dancing in his kitchen while trying some new recipe you saw on the internet.
Boyfriend!Bakugou realizes that he wants you to be a constant in his life. He realizes how loved you make him feel, whole, complete, and it dawns on him how much he wants to put a ring it.
Husband!Katsuki knows you like the back of his hand. He knows how to make your favorite drink, favorite dish, and favorite dessert. He knows when you want something but won't buy it afraid of unnecessary spending, so he will gift it to you. He knows when you don't like something, may it be furniture/décor item/dress/etc, and he's quick to get rid of it. He even knows your menstrual cycle, and it's almost scary how accurate he is.
Husband!Katsuki puts your own comfort before his. He doesn't care if his arm gets all tingly and numb when you sleep on it, nor how he knows that a certain position will give him back or neck pain once awake.
Husband!Katsuki developes a breeding kink. He loves seeing his cum seep out that pretty pussy, thrills traveling up and down his body at the idea of his seed sticking deep into you, swelling you up with his kid. And the image of you round and cozy, drives him feral. And with two fingers, he gathers his cum and pushes it back into your warm cunt.
Husband!Katsuki wants children, lots of 'em. With the goal planted deep in his brain and heart, he fucks you everyday, spilling all his worth into your tight hole, painting your insides hot white, and stays plugged to you even after his dick softens, making sure that it sticks.
Husband!Katsuki is on cloud nine when you confirm your pregnancy. He will make sure to be present to most of your doctor appointments, and if he's on duty, he'll send his mom with you, or asks yours to keep you company.
Husband!Katsuki keeps the ultrasound pictures. He has several copies of them, some are kept in his drawer, another set in his wallet, even in his agency he had a couple. And when he's not busy, and manages to get a couple of minutes away from his colleagues, he will fondly look at them while talking with you over the phone.
Husband!Katsuki takes many pictures of you pregnant. He took so many of 'em that he decides to print them out and make an album, well, several of them. Because when his children will grow older, starting their own path, he wants to remember everything, he want to see their growth, your growth with them and him.
Husband!Katsuki deliberately cries when you give birth. And it doesn't matter if it's your second, third or fourth delivery, he will never get used to it.
Husband!Katsuki is a doting father. Even if one of his children comes out quirkless, he will love them equally. They are his and your product of love. He will never miss his children's recitals, or school activities, unless he's too busy with work, but he knows you'll be there with them. Still, when he misses a school event, he feels guilty, and to make it up, will take some days off to spend with them.
Husband!Katsuki is a great father. If his quirkless child is bullied he is quick to solve the problem. He now is a spokesperson for quirkless rights, women's rights included. Having both daughters and sons, he wants to make sure that there is minimum danger toward minorities/oppressed groups. He wants to make society a better place for both you and his little gremlins.
Husband!Katsuki is usually the one that prepares dinner, when he can. And if not, will make sure to prepare breakfast for the next day. On the days he has more time available on his hands, will also prepare the bentos for everybody.
Husband!Katsuki is mesmerized and incredibly proud of how far he's come. He's enamored with the domestic lifestyle and relatively big family you created with him, and he won't trade it for anything, not even for the number one spot.
