I WANT HIM THINKING ABOUT ME LIKE A PRAYER, EVERY BREATH, EVERY MOVE, EVERY CHOICE HE MAKES ANCHORED TO ME. I WANT HIM LOSING SLEEP BECAUSE THE IDEA OF ME IS TOO LOUD IN HIS HEAD TO LET HIM REST. I WANT HIM TO LOOK AT ME LIKE I’M THE ONLY THING THAT MATTERS—LIKE THE WORLD COULD BURN TO ASHES AROUND US AND HE WOULDN’T CARE AS LONG AS I’M STILL STANDING THERE.
I WANT HIM TO SPEAK MY NAME LIKE IT’S SACRED, TO LOOK AT ME LIKE I HOLD THE UNIVERSE IN MY HANDS. TO BE HAUNTED BY THE SOUND OF MY LAUGH, THE TRACE OF MY SCENT ON HIS SKIN, THE MEMORY OF MY TOUCH. I WANT HIS OBSESSION TO BORDER ON MADNESS, TO FEEL ME IN EVERY PART OF HIM LIKE A HUNGER HE CAN’T EVER SATISFY.
"the fuck?" was the first thing that came out of katsuki bakugou's mouth as he stared at his phone in his hands.
dress to impress.
you snicker, mentally patting yourself on the back as he walks his avatar around, the bewildered look on his face turning into a comical look of disgust.
"this is a fuckin' dress up game." he scoffed, about to turn off his phone, only pausing as you grab his wrist. "c'mon kat, play with me!"
he stares at you.
you stare at him, pleading with your eyes.
"...fine. i'm only doing this shit once." you giggle, pulling out your phone and opening roblox, making a mental note to change katsuki's roblox avatar and joined him in the game, walking around his avatar.
The theme popped up and you groan, frowning at the screen.
"....acubi? what the fuck is an acubi? is that some sort of fuckin cheese?"
you snicker, deciding not to help him out. he would learn on his own. his avatar followed you around like a lost puppy, several grumbles of complaint sounding beside you.
"...ew. why are all the faces so trashy."
"they're not trashy, it's just how it i-" your eyes widened as you finally took a glance of his rather... atrocious avatar. (that was the only way to make it sound nice)
"W-Why is your skin orange? Why are you an ora- KATSUKI ARE YOU A CHEESE?!"
"WASN'T THAT THE FUCKING THEME?!"
you cackled, the timer ticking to its last second. katsuki glared at you, before turning his attention back to the screen. "all of them are shit." he mutters, his eyes widening as he saw your avatar.
"...eh. its decent." you smugly grin at the compliment, resisting the urge to laugh again as katsuki finally entered the stage.
in his orange, cheesy, glory.
he didn't even bothering posing, instead typing out a simple " I thought the theme was about cheese."
you gave him three stars (because you were competitive and wanted to win) much to the fury of katsuki (who gave you a four stars because he loved you)
and the podium was revealed.
you were in second place (which wasn't bad) but the avatar who was in first was....
"kATSUKI?!"
katsuki and his cheese avatar, won first place.
a slow smirk formed across his face and he turned towards you, a insufferable look of triumph on his insufferably proud face.
"...maybe this game isn't so fuckin' bad after all."
"remember what happend last night?" he suddenly said with a smirk
"you said you wanted to kiss me and I said you were drunk" you told him, rolling your eyes, recalling the night before
suddenly, he leaned towards you and looked at you with half-lidded eyes, staring at your lips for barely a second before looking at you again "well...i'm not drunk anymore"
You look up from your book to see your husband standing over the bassinet with his arms crossed, his brow raising as he looks down inside of it with a tiny scowl. He stays like that for about a minute. You sit up in your shared bed, then call out to him. “Ryo.”
“Hm.” He doesn’t look up.
“May I ask what you are doing?”
“The little brat is staring,” Sukuna says matter-of-factly. “I am simply staring at her in return.”
Inside of the bassinet, your baby daughter coos. Her scarlet eyes—exactly like her father’s—glitter with interest. You hear her giggle, and you scoff lightly and return your gaze to your book. “She thinks you’re playing a game.”
“I am doing no such thing.”
You flip a page. “Put a hand over your face for a few seconds.” He doesn’t respond, but you know he listens. “M’kay, now lift.” There’s silence for a few seconds, then your daughter bursts into a fit of giggles.
Sukuna rolls his eyes. “I do not understand what is so entertaining about that.” When you look up again, you see that he’s covering his face again, then revealing himself to get the same reaction from the baby.
“It’s called peek-a-boo. It’s a game most babies love to play.”
The little princess babbles as she lifts her arms up, and Sukuna tilts his head. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
You snicker. “One: You’ll figure out what she’s saying the more you talk with her. Two: She wants you to pick her up.”
He sighs dramatically, then reaches into the bassinet to pick up the small girl. Though she has her father’s eyes, she has your hair, the shape of your nose, and your ears. She also has your fearlessness, because she smiles directly in the face of the king of curses. Now at his eye level, she reaches her arms towards him excitedly. “What is it now, you brat? I’m already carrying you.”
He looks over at you in question, and your smile grows. “She wants to touch your face,” you say.
“Why?”
“Because she’s a baby, and she’s curious.”
Sukuna pulls her closer, and once in range, his daughter lays her tiny hands against his marked face. She giggles more, and you can see his eyes soften. “Hmph. You have your mother’s smile.”
— — — —
The next morning, you walk into the kitchen where you hear Sukuna speaking with someone. When he turns to the side, you see your daughter nestled in the crook of one of his muscular arms, staring up at him as he concluded whatever story he was telling her.
“...At the end of the battle, only I remained. Victory was mine.”
The baby babbles excitedly, and Sukuna scoffs. “Ha, you will do no such thing. How do you expect to join me in battle when you aren’t even a year old, brat?”
Her face scrunches in what looks like annoyance, and she repeats to him what he taught her the night before. “Hmph.”
You burst into laughter, and Sukuna raises a brow at the little girl in his arms. “Great. Your mother’s smile, and her attitude.”
The Tsaritsa is the archon of love, so when she notices and feels that the love lives of her Harbingers aren’t going too well, she has to interfere.
female reader, hurt/comfort, the harbingers are all friends; Pierro and Capitano. - pt2
Pierro
Being the Tsaritsa’s righthand and her first Harbinger was a stressful job. He was hardly at her side despite being her righthand but the moment she needed something done, the first person she’ll go to is him.
The Tsaritsa also hardly shows her face in public, so if there is any event she ever plans for the Fatui, whether it be a gala, ball or anything- she’ll make Pierro go to talk, even though SHE’S the one who hosted it.
Well, sometimes she’s there, lurking. No one actually knows it’s her since she chooses to stay hidden.
She decides to hold an eventful masquerade ball one night to celebrate the success of her Harbinhers. It’s one that she of course probably won’t even be going to and Pierro must go on her behalf.
Despite being his lover of many years, aka HIS WIFE, he has never once let you come to one of these and just says you’ll be bored out of your mind.
But a MASQUERADE BALL?! HELD BY THE QUEEN?! You had to go. This was your dream.
You begged for DAYS and he was so sick of it that he was forced to say yes.
Only for him to completely leave your side the moment you get there. At first, you thought that maybe it was just because he had a job to do, but throughout the night, he did not even spare you one glance.
You were standing off to the side, downing your 5th glass of champagne you’ve been stealing from the trays.
You felt upset, honestly. This was your first ever ball with him, one that you prepared for in terms of elegance and manners. You even made your own dress! It was ABSOLUTELY GORGEOUS and it matched your mask and yet he didn’t even say anything.
You watched as he spoke to the Harbingers and important figures in Snezhnaya; they all laughed, smiled and showed off their guests, lovers or whoever they brought and you were practically discarded.
He acted like he had no lover tonight, and It made you wonder if his coworkers even knew he had a wife. Did he ever talk about you? Do they ever wonder why you’re never at the events? Do they even know your name?!
You struggled to listen in to their conversation, only being able to hear if one of them spoke loudly or the room went somewhat quieter.
You heard one speak a bit loud; the mayor of Snezhnaya.
“My Jester, I’ve never once seen you attend these with a guest. Why is that?”
The next voice was quiet, but you knew your husbands voice.
“I simply don’t have anyone to bring.”
You almost dropped your 6th glass of champagne, and if you did drop it, it would’ve broken just like your heart just did.
Married for YEARS yet they don’t even know who you are.
You waited for another waiter to walk by and slammed your glass down onto the tray, deciding you couldn’t stay in this ballroom anymore.
Walking around, you found doors that led out to a balcony and was thankful there was no one on it as you rushed to it.
The doors weren’t open wide so no one would see you out on there, thankfully. You took off your mask, letting your tears flow as you quietly sobbed, ignoring the cold hitting any bare skin.
On these nights, the Tsaritsa always seemed to calm down the weather. There was no harsh snow or rain, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t still cold- if anything, this was almost warm.
You leaned against the railing, your hot tears melting through any remaining snow left on it.
Shivering, you couldn’t go back inside- your mascara was probably smudged by now and you didn’t want to look at your husband.
You were thinking of ways to try to leave the ball without your husband noticing but in full honesty, he probably didn’t even notice you were gone right now.
You didn’t even hear the clacks of high heels until you felt something drape over your shoulders and you almost yelped out of surprise.
It was a coat; a long, fluffy one at that. You looked to your side to see you’d been joined by another woman.
Her skin was as pale as the snow, her hair long, flowy and honestly you could’ve sworn it was glowing. Her eyes were as sharp as ice yet as soft as snow.
Her dress was white, with laces of icy blue and sapphires adorned; the same with her mask.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone hide out on a balcony during any of these.” She almost laughed, “Too cold.”
You wondered how she wasn’t cold; she’d given you her jacket, and her arms were bare yet she seemed perfectly fine as she leaned across the railing.
She even dared to jump up on it, sitting down as if there wasn’t a huge risk she could fall off with one gust of strong wind.
That made you noticed there were no harsh winds tonight.
“What’s wrong, dear?” She asked, ever so softly as she took in the sight of your tears.
“Just my husband,” you scoffed, moving a hand up to wipe them. You didn’t know why you were exposing this to a complete stranger yet there was just something about her that seemed like it was right to do so.
She hummed, then chuckled. “Love; such a beautiful yet painful feeling. Glad I’ve had my fair share with it.”
“You’ve been in love before?” You asked, genuinely interested in this random woman’s life.
“Many, many times.” She leaned back a bit, holding onto the railing as she looked up to the sky with a sad smile, watching the northern lights dance.
“Which makes it necessary that I must help people in love.” She looked back down to you, “if you so wish to speak.”
You sighed, wrapping the coat around you closer as you shivered. “I’ve been married to my husband for years, yet it feels like nothing. He has a stressful job- he works for her majesty, so I never ever complain about his absence. Yet tonight, he completely disregarded the fact of my existence and, even his own coworkers don’t know I exist! He won’t introduce me! Am I truly his wife if he can’t even act as my husband?!” You just groaned, looking up at the lights just as she did before.
She took in your words, nodding at every angry or frustrated rant within. After a minute, she spoke.
“Have you ever thought he doesn’t introduce you because of his coworkers?”
You looked down, turning to her confused yet encouraging her to continue, intruiged.
“The Harbingers…as loyal as they may be, some are rather dangerous, reckless and if I dare say myself, absolutely weird.”
You cackled. There was no way this random lady was dissing THE TSARITSA’S HARINGERS. “Do you truly have no fear?!”
She just laughed as well, hopping off the railing to now stand beside you. “I speak the truth. Maybe take that into consideration; perhaps, even though he is the first harbinger and can definitely take on all of them if any dared to touch you-“
You broke out into laughter again.
“-maybe think it’s to protect you from them. His actions tonight are not to be forgotten, and I assure you that soon he will realize his wrong and all will be will.”
You took in her words, looking back up to the sky. Well, she wasn’t wrong; he was the first harbinger, and even though he is insanely powerful, that didn’t mean the others weren’t.
Maybe he was trying to protect you, but that didn’t defend his actions.
You turned to thank the woman, but was met with nothing. She was gone- you didn’t even hear her leave!
Then that reminded you- how the hell did she know he was the first harbinger?! You only mentioned she worked for him.
You still had her coat and you walked towards the doors to head back inside, hoping to find her but she was nowhere near.
You just sighed, choosing to sit on the bench at the side of the balcony. Wrapping the coat around you.
It was large, insanely large- the type of coat that would honestly fit the size of your husband….
You took a closer look at the coat, only to notice the Fatui emblem.
Who the hell was this woman?!
~~
“And then I told that stupid fennec green-haired bastard- OH MY ARCHONS!” Dottore stopped his story when he noticed the sudden presence of his archon and every other harbinger within the circle yelped.
“This is a first.” Capitano muttered, no one knowing if he was surprised or not under that mask.
They all tried to bow but she out her hands out. “Nono! No one knows I’m here other than you all so do not make a scene!” She whisper-yelled and they all immediately straightened themselves.
“Pierro,” She turned to him,
“Yes, your majesty?” He bowed his head,
“May we take a walk?” She asked, putting her arm out.
He nodded, wrapping his arm around hers. “Continue your story, dottore.” She called before she and the first harbinger walked around the ballroom.
“Your wife looks gorgeous tonight.” She said once they were out of earshot.
He looked at her with shock. “How did you-?”
“Pierro,” she sighed, coming to a halt. “You have been at my side for 500 years. You are my best friend but I am also your Archon; nothing gets past me, and as the God of Love it is my duty to tell you that your wife is heartbroken at your actions tonight and i’d advise for you to speak to her!”
During this; she somehow pushed him all the way to the doors and at her final words, she pushed him out onto the balcony, the warmth of the ballroom now gone.
He looked around and found your tear-stained face on the bench and he sighed, sitting beside you.
“You look adorable in that,” He laughed at HIS coat on you.
“Would you like to meet my coworkers, darling? I don’t want you to put this gorgeous dress to waste.”
Capitano
The fourth harbinger hardly ever talks. At meetings, he speaks a total of four words. There are very few Harbingers he will speak too and the only ones he actually talks to more than anyone else is Pierro, Dottore and Signora.
Just because you are his wife does not mean this excludes you.
The Tsaritsa had put both you and him down for an arranged marriage just a few months ago. Her reasoning- told through Pierro- being that Capitano seriously needs someone in his life and she’d rather it be someone who talks a lot- aka you.
You never met the Tsaritsa, but you worked for the Harbingers as a secretary so even before your arranged marriage you’ve had your fair share with all of them.
The Tsaritsa HOPED that maybe at meetings and gatherings capitano would finally talk more after marrying you and yet he remained as quiet as usual according to Pierro and she was gonna lose her shit.
Now, in the privacy of your home with him, he is more comfortable with you than the others. He’s shown you his face, but in truth the only reason being because he doesn’t want to sleep with it on and you literally sleep with him so…
He talks a bit more; he says good morning, good afternoon, good night..
Yeah…
At first you were fine with it; it was better than when you were just his secretary and he’d leave work on your desk with a note saying “have done by today. thanks :)”
It was cute you wouldn’t lie. you just wished he showed that little emotion on the note in real life.
It was nice having someone to constantly talk to and yap to; he always listened in with such focus, and would nod to show he was listening and interested.
But after doing that for months it just gets so tiring to the point it’s just depressing.
You may be married to him now but that didn’t mean your job was gone, so you were still at work with him. Sometimes it would be in his office or in someone else’s if they need help.
One day, at work on your break, you found all the Harbingers into the lounge.
“Y/N!” Childe laughed. “Our favourite- come sit with us!”
You shook your head. “I couldn’t impose, my lord. I was just taking my break.”
“Nonsense,” Signora waved her hand, shaking her head. “Take your break with us.”
Choosing to sit with all of them, you noticed Capitano wasn’t there- as per usual.
As you sat with them and they talked about their lives and missions, they’d ask you a few questions about Capitano. At first, it was simple questions about your marriage thay were deemed common sense which you’d answer yes to, but then it went into questions about him, which is when it got humiliating.
They’d ask about where he was from, what did he like to do in his pastime, why does he hardly talk, what’s his favourite food, drink, how does he like his tea, what are his next missions-
All you could not answer, and instead of you, his own wife answering, Pierro did.
You excused yourself when you realized that was absolutely humiliating. How could you, his wife of several months- close to a year now!- not know anything about him yet his BOSS, knew everything?!
When you left, Pierro noticed everything at that moment, and decided he NEEDED to bring this up with the Archon of Love, but let’s be real.
She already knew, and was trying to figure out ways to fix this; “We need Pantalone and Childe for this. They’re handsome, touchy, flirty and perfect.”
The next day, you’re confused when Pantalone and Childe are suddenly bothering you with everything; Yes, usually they’re asking you to help with paperwork but today was different…
It started in the morning when Childe came up to you asking you to spar with him. He’s only ever asked once, and he literally almost killed you that time. You were strong, but you had no vision and he was a literal harbinger.
He promised he’d go easy, and the sparring session lasted for about 30 minutes. By the end of it, you were completely sweaty and your hair was a mess- he apologized and offered to take you out for lunch
You accepted but decided to at least go put your stuff in your husbands office before you left.
Capitano is a little confused when you walk in absolutely drenched of sweat but just decides you’ll probably talk about it tonight when you’re both laying in bed and continues to work on a few papers.
“Apologies,” You let out a breathy laugh, putting down any bags you brought to work that morning. “I just finished sparring with Childe, and he’s taking me out for lunch. I’ll be back later.”
He doesn’t say anything and you just sigh, already knowing not to expect anything.
From the top of the castle, Pierro and The Tsaritsa watch as you and Childe run away from the castle, clutching onto your coats for dear life from the harsh, cold wind.
“So, what’s the plan here?” He asked, “Pardon my forwardness but I truly am confused.”
She just grinned. “Well, first I asked that Childe were to spar with her and take her out to lunch, which I truly hope makes Capitano the slightest bit jealous. Then upon her return, Pantalone will magically return from the gardens with a rose and give it to her and she’ll go back to her office and tell Capitano about her day and he’ll realize and get jealous and fuck her.”
He groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “I did not need to know that last part. And if that doesn’t work?”
“A god always has another plan.”
You and Childe are at lunch for about 2 hours; really it would’ve been shorter but you and Childe were BOTH insane talkers so naturally you were there for a long time.
Returning to the castle, Pantalone was seen emerging from the gardens holding a few roses and Childe, for some reason, took that as his queue to wish you his goodbyes and hurry away.
“Good afternoon, Lord Pantalone.” You bowed and he just chuckled.
“No need for pleasantries, Y/N. Here,” He handed you a rose and your eyes were full of surprise as you took it.
You became rather flustered, beginning to stutter. “O-oh, thank you! It’s beautiful.”
“Just for a beautiful girl like you.” He winked and you giggled.
“I’ll be off to give these to Signora. Have a lovely day, Y/N.” He smiled before making his way down the hall, and in seconds he was gone.
You stared down at the rose, feeling giddy. You’d never even received flowers- not even when you got married! Your wedding day wasn’t really even a wedding, instead Pierro officially declaring for you two to be wed and well, that was it.
You practically skipped back to your office, ready to tell your husband all about your day.
~~
“So this morning I got here and the MOMENT I did Childe magically found me and asked me if I wanted to spar! and I was like hesitant because the last time we sparred he like literally almost killed me but he promised he’d go easy on me and he sortaaaa didn’t so he decided he’d take me out to lunch and we were there for like 2 hours just talking and he was so king enough to pay for both! then we got back and Pantalone gave me a rose and he did so with such a sweet compliment! Isn’t that sweet?”
Your husband was not phased by your sudden burst and continued to work, just nodding at everything every few seconds.
“That’s nice.” He murmured, continuing to work- seriously what the hell was he working on for so long?!
You frowned, expecting a little bit more, but at this point it was stupid to expect something from him that now you were a little angry but mostly sad.
You glanced at the rose you had put down in a vase within the room and sighed. “Do you really not care? Are you seriously not jealous?”
His movements paused.
“Like, a man literally just took me out to lunch for 2 hours and practically spent the first half of the day with me, and then another man gives me a rose and tells me I’m as beautiful as it is and you don’t say anything?! I know this is just an arranged marriage but- but I would’ve thought that…maybe you loved me as much as I love you.”
You waited for him to say something, expecting just anything, but that’s the thing with expecting-
You’re met with nothing.
Sighing, you bowed down to him. “My…apologies for overlooking this marriage…my lord. I’ll return to work.” You grimaced acknowledging him so formally, but maybe that was for the best.
You turned around, rushing out of the room before he could say anything, but mostly so he wouldn’t see your tears threatening to pour out.
When the door closed behind you, you let the tears fall as you ran through the dark halls of the castle, trying to find anywhere to hide in.
You made your way to the lounge, happy it was empty as you took a seat on the comfy couch, dragging a hand down your face while also wiping your tears.
Archons, how would you even return home to him tonight? It would be absolutely awkward to have to lay in bed beside him after that outburst.
For the first time, you dreaded having to return home. You loved the warmth he brought whenever you two lay beside each other, and it was even better when he held you.
That made you cry more- how could someone as distant as him, be so soft towards you and hold you when he doesn’t even love you?!
“You know when I heard you and Capitano were getting married I was like- no way.”
You jumped at the sudden voice and somehow, you hadn’t even noticed Signora was sitting beside you and you yelped as you quickly stood up, bowing down.
“M-my lady! I’m so sorry I was just lea-“
“You’re not going anywhere.” She shook her head, patting her hand down on the seat you were just on.
You sighed, realizing you genuinely couldn’t disobey her and sat beside her. You took in her words, “you weren’t the only one; everyone else was shocked.”
“Do you ever think the Tsaritsa was wrong in her choice?” she asked.
You frowned. “In full honesty, I trust her majesty, but maybe this was something she didn’t look into with all her might. It just…doesn’t seem to be working out.”
Signora leaned back into the couch, deciding to get comfy and you took that as a sign to do the same. “Have I ever told you about my lover?”
You shook your head.
“God, 500 years ago. A bit more, actually. He was handsome, amazing, annoying- he honestly reminded me a bit of Capitano. Sure he talked a bit more but I was the talker in our relationship. However, then the cataclysm happened and…look at me now.”
You frowned, looking at her sadly. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay.” She smiled sadly, “No matter how much they don’t talk or how much they don’t seem to focus on you or anything, take into consideration that they’re willing to be there. It’s difficult, to find love especially in so many circumstances, but love is everywhere. I see it with you two, and I know. I know you two can make it.”
You glanced down at her lap to find a rose.
You looked back up at her. “What should I do?”
“Force him to talk.” She laughed. “A man as big as him also has a big heart. Seriously, cry In front of him and he’ll become puddy and do everything for you. He made a child cry once and he almost cried.”
You both broke out into fits of giggles, you trying to imagine that and her remembering it.
“Thank you.” You smiled at her, “Permission to-“
“Just go,” She waved her hand, rolling her eyes. “You don’t need my permission.”
With one final smile, you quickly got up, rushing to make your way back to his office and force him to talk.
Emerging from behind a wall was the Tsaritsa, who stood behind her friend. “How was it?”
“They’re so fucking.” Signora grinned.
~~
You opened the door to his office, but was met with him standing right in front of it, hand hovering in the air.
You practiced what you were going to say to him, but now having him standing right in front of you- literally towering over you- you had no idea what to say.
However, he out his hands up to his helmet, forcing it off and just throwing it to the side and you were met with his glossy eyes.
“I’m sorry,” He sniffed, moving his fingers up to rub at his eyes. “I love your rambles- archons I live for them. Every morning when I wake up, I can’t wait to to hear you talk about what your so excited for throughout the day and at night, I can’t wait to hear how your day was. I love you, my dear. I know I don’t…express it much, but I do. So much.”
Tears started to well up in your eyes once again. “Cap…”
“I’ll prove it to you.” He breathed out, a hand making its way to cup your cheek to wipe away a falling rear before he leaned down, connecting his lips with yours so passionately, but most importantly, it was full of love.
He deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue in and you let out a whimper as your knees buckled, and he was quick to wrap an arm around your waist, holding you up right before he decided to just pick you up and you yelped, breaking the kiss as he carried you over to his desk, pushing everything off and ignoring the sound of the vase with the rose breaking- instead he smiled at it.
Down the hall, Pantalone, Childe, Pierro, Signora and the Tsaritsa were all grinning.
“They are one hundred percent fucking.” Childe laughed as they all high-fived each other- expect Pierro, who just walked away with a sigh.
Katsuki Bakugo who is your academic rival that loves to get on your nerves, especially when he asks about your crush.
You and Bakugo were forced to be partners at a project that was worth half of your grade, and unfortunately, you had to go to his house to complete it.
"Stop trying to guess my crush! You're not even close!" You exclaim from your seat beside him, it was getting annoying how much he wanted to test you.
He turned his head towards you and started to lean in slightly, putting his arm on top of your chair. He was so close you could feel his breath on your face. He smirks and lets out a soft scoff,
Katsuki Bakugo who is your academic rival that loves to get on your nerves, especially when he asks about your crush.
You and Bakugo were forced to be partners at a project that was worth half of your grade, and unfortunately, you had to go to his house to complete it.
"Stop trying to guess my crush! You're not even close!" You exclaim from your seat beside him, it was getting annoying how much he wanted to test you.
He turned his head towards you and started to lean in slightly, putting his arm on top of your chair. He was so close you could feel his breath on your face. He smirks and lets out a soft scoff,
he swore to himself that he would never fall in love.
the way people would act foolishly around the ones they loved, how they wouldn't appreciate themselves and would devote everything to their 'other half'. It was ridiculous, he thought to himself, because he would never would act that way with anyone. Besides, at the end of the story, most people just get their heart broken by believing their delusions that everything in that relationship was fine.
he swore to himself that, so why does everytime that he looks at you and your significant other, he wanted to be the one by your side?
he was just supposed to be your best friend, but oddly enough, it didn't sit right to him. Looking at how you would dress up, go on dates, walk across the street hand in hand with them, it made his heart burn.
and when the day came that you went rushing towards his house, ringing the doorbell more then five times, in such a stormy weather. it was a scene that unfortunately he was used to seeing, you were gripping tight to him, sobbing in his arms, almost dropping to the floor, from how shaky you were.
'they didn't deserve you' he would think to himself, while holding you in his arms as you two are sitting on the couch. you were the main reason why he refused to fall in love with someone, for he was afraid that he would end up just like the person in front of him, broken beyond repair.
at least, he thinks that is the reason. so why does he feel his heart tearing apart from your tear struck face? perhaps that was the moment that everything clicked inside his mind.
the sole reason that he can't fall in love with anyone is because he already did, for you. he didn't want to burden you with this discovery that he should have known a long time ago, as you were already drowning in sadness and tears.
he will wait for the right moment, a moment that probably has passed already, but he just hopes that a new occasion will arise, and hopefully you will give him a second chance, because the first one he utterly wasted it, his naivety getting in the way.
he swore to himself that he would never fall in love, but by then, it was already too late, for he was and still is completely swoon by you.
KATSUKI BAKUGO, dabi, FUSHIGURO MEGUMI, toji, shoto todoroki, SCARAMOUCHE, diluc, BLADE, nanami, xiao + some of your favorites!
he swore to himself that he would never fall in love.
the way people would act foolishly around the ones they loved, how they wouldn't appreciate themselves and would devote everything to their 'other half'. It was ridiculous, he thought to himself, because he would never would act that way with anyone. Besides, at the end of the story, most people just get their heart broken by believing their delusions that everything in that relationship was fine.
he swore to himself that, so why does everytime that he looks at you and your significant other, he wanted to be the one by your side?
he was just supposed to be your best friend, but oddly enough, it didn't sit right to him. Looking at how you would dress up, go on dates, walk across the street hand in hand with them, it made his heart burn.
and when the day came that you went rushing towards his house, ringing the doorbell more then five times, in such a stormy weather. it was a scene that unfortunately he was used to seeing, you were gripping tight to him, sobbing in his arms, almost dropping to the floor, from how shaky you were.
'they didn't deserve you' he would think to himself, while holding you in his arms as you two are sitting on the couch. you were the main reason why he refused to fall in love with someone, for he was afraid that he would end up just like the person in front of him, broken beyond repair.
at least, he thinks that is the reason. so why does he feel his heart tearing apart from your tear struck face? perhaps that was the moment that everything clicked inside his mind.
the sole reason that he can't fall in love with anyone is because he already did, for you. he didn't want to burden you with this discovery that he should have known a long time ago, as you were already drowning in sadness and tears.
he will wait for the right moment, a moment that probably has passed already, but he just hopes that a new occasion will arise, and hopefully you will give him a second chance, because the first one he utterly wasted it, his naivety getting in the way.
he swore to himself that he would never fall in love, but by then, it was already too late, for he was and still is completely swoon by you.
KATSUKI BAKUGO, dabi, FUSHIGURO MEGUMI, toji, shoto todoroki, SCARAMOUCHE, diluc, BLADE, nanami, xiao + some of your favorites!
"I got the ingredients, Kats!" you screamed as you ran towards him. Your bag was filled with everything needed for Heart Jam Cookies, and your eyes sparkled with excitement. Katsuki took the bag from you and placed it on the kitchen counter, carefully setting out each item. "C'mon, you wanted to do this," he said.
You rushed over with a smile, but he stopped you with a raised hand. "Ah ah ah, don't touch anything. I'll find something for you to do." Katsuki started making the dough, his movements precise and efficient. When he finished, he handed it to you. "Squeeze it with your hands a little. If it’s sticky, just keep using the heat of your hands." He sounded so professional when he talked. "If it’s too dry, add one teaspoon of milk, then make balls."
You nodded eagerly and did as he instructed while he watched. You shaped the dough into balls, and they weren't too dry. you felt Katsuki's breath on your neck as he reached around to guide your hands, showing you how to make the dough balls less sloppy. "Mhm, that’s good." His deep voice against your skin sent shivers down your spine. A pink tint spread across your face as you tried to pay attention to his guide.
After you made all the dough balls, you were excited for your favorite part—the hearts. Katsuki worked on half of the cookies while you did the other half. "Y/N, before you make the hearts, dip your finger in flour, okay?" "Mhm!" you replied enthusiastically. The song "Cherry" played in the background as you made the hearts. You noticed his fingers made the hearts bigger than yours, but it was endearing.
After adding the jelly, you placed the cookies in the fridge. "They'll be in there for an hour. Let’s watch a movie while we wait," Katsuki suggested. You were sitting on the counter, a smile plastered on your face, feeling an overwhelming sense of happiness. Katsuki looked at you, stepped between your legs, and rested his head on your chest, wrapping his hands around your waist. You kissed his head, and he looked up at you with his intense, cherry-red eyes. "You’re always making me do shit I don’t wanna do," he said with a slightly sleepy voice. "You don't wanna bake with me?" you teased. He stood up straight and combed his hair with his hands. "I like seeing you happy."
You grabbed his cheeks and kissed him repeatedly. "Mmk— Y/N— that’s... enough," he said between kisses. After an hour, you baked the cookies for 12 minutes. Soon, you had freshly baked cookies and milk in the living room. You were so excited to try them. You took the one that was obviously made by Katsuki, due to its larger heart, and it melted in your mouth. You already wanted more, but when you looked over to ask Katsuki, he was fast asleep, his hair tousled and his mouth slightly open. His head rested against the back of the couch. You scooted closer to him, laid your head on his chest, and felt his arm wrap around you. "I love you, Kats," you whispered. "I love you too," he murmured back.
boyfriend!scaramouche when he had your first kiss, he was really nervous, his breathing uneasy when he confessed his love to you and was getting anxious when you didn't reply to his love letter that he took hours to write, mainly for the reasons of writing something and erasing it, worrying that you wouldn't like it; he closed his eyes, bitting his lip anxiously, praying to whichever archon can listen to him that this was all a dream, but what he didn't expect was when you carefully kissed his lips, not wanting to startle him, nonetheless he did get startled lmao.
boyfriend!scaramouche when he takes you to dinner dates; he always holds your hand, kissing it gently, barely grazing his lips on the back of your hand. he NEVER lets you walk by yourself to his car, he always walks to your door, knock's on your door in a specific order that you two made to make sure who was knocking and takes you out to one of the most EXPENSIVE restaurants in town, lucky you he rich rich he also brings a bouquet of flowers, but not a normal bouquet, but a bouquet of YOUR FAVORITE FLOWER🥺🥺
boyfriend!scaramouche who's love language is quality time. when his mother, and his two only friends had left him, he had no one to rely on, he had only himself; so in the beginning steps of your relationship, he would always annoy you, be sometimes mean to you, but don't take it seriously please, he really does love you, he really does, he just needs some time to process what was happening with his mind and his feelings, and in his mind, the best way to do so is pushing you away. but always keep an eye on him and stay close, because with time, he will realize that you really mean to stay, and he will warm up to you. he sometimes will let out a few remarks, but he doesn't mean it, that's just his way of saying that he wants you by his side forever.
boyfriend!scaramouche when you two started to live together in his luxury apartment, he would tell you that he had major nightmares, reliving the memory of his mother leaving him, but ever since he met you, he has been having nightmares of YOU, leaving him behind in the darkness; waking up with tears streaming down his eyes. but ANYWAY, he basically said "so um, if i ever do that, just go back to sleep, i'll be fine👍". you didn't reply, but you are definitely NOT going to leave him all alone at night, crying his eyeballs out🥺. so when he did wake up at night, you would wake up, and hug him, putting one of your hands behind his head, burying his face into your chest, while also singing a melody your mother would sing to you when you were a child; at the beginning, he would protest, but not long after, he gave up, and just ended up falling asleep on your chest, snuggling up closer to you. if you listen closer, you can hear him say 'i love you' in his sleep with a smile on his face.
boyfriend!scaramouche that is just madly in love with you, and doesn't intend on letting you go, he wants to stay by your side forever, he wants to be the person you can depend on, the one you can trust, the one you can love. and he will not stop untill you give your heart to him, so that he can keep it in his safe place, his very own heart.
maybe i should do another one?
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