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Pro-hero!Katsuki Headcannons
a/n: ITS MY FIRST TIME WRITING HEADCANNONS AHHHH. so yeah tell me if theres any typos and i have requests open ! <3
Tags: fluff, katsuki being a tsundere and just wholesome stuff
next. masterlist.
pro-hero!katsuki who always checks his phone right after missions, even before taking off his gloves. If there’s a message from you, his shoulders relax instantly. If there isn’t, he texts first. “Home soon.”
pro-hero!katsuki who walks you places whenever he can, even if it’s out of his way. Says it’s “efficient.” It’s not. He just likes knowing you’re safe beside him.
pro-hero!katsuki who gets unusually quiet after rough rescues. Sits next to you, shoulder pressed to yours, barely talking. Your presence does more for him than anything.
pro-hero!katsuki who memorizes your reactions to his injuries. Knows exactly when you’re pretending not to worry. He softens immediately when he sees it.
pro-hero!katsuki who keeps spare hero merch for you. Extra hoodies, jackets, gloves. Claims you “steal his stuff anyway,” so he’s just being prepared. pro-hero!katsuki who likes seeing you in his clothes and his hero merch. He pretends he's being prepared when really, he just thinks you look cute in his merch.
pro-hero!katsuki who hates sleeping alone after dangerous missions. Pulls you close without saying anything. Falls asleep faster when you’re there.
pro-hero!katsuki who never says he’s scared before missions. But he always kisses you longer before leaving. Like he’s memorizing you.
pro-hero!katsuki who lets you take care of him when he’s exhausted, Lets you clean his wounds. Lets you fuss. Pretends to complain the whole time while melting under your touch.
dividers by: @anitalenia banner by: @/xaqures on pinterest
' call me'
was the signal he made with his hand before the pro hero fled the scene
leaving you with a pounding heart and a newly signed poster
it had been so quick, such a small gesture you almost missed it
I did a double take to make sure it was intended for you, but not a single soul was with you
you walked home in a daze, feet barely touching the ground before flopping into your bed and burying your face into a pillow to muffle a half squeal half giggle
you felt your body heating up, you felt dizzy, light, and giddy all at the same time
you look up from your pillow to lazily glance your room, hero memorabilia and merch hung proudly from your walls,
now with a new addition of a poster with a messy signature waiting to be hung, the sharpie smudged slightly, with the lengthy signature
you had read it so many times you'd lost count
the words now etched into your mind and his name thrummed in your chest
you take a breath, trying to calm yourself and take another peek at the poster, hoping it hadn't been a dream and it was still there
you read off the signature again, the words barely a whisper dancing across your lips,
'great explosion murder god dynamite'
The man who sold the world
MHA Boyfriend Texts !
context: they list three things they love about you
cw: cussing, vulgar language
tone: my style of texting ( abbreviations, slang, lower case letters ) character list: midoriya, bakugo, todoroki, hawks, sero, kaminari, kirishima
i. midoriya
k. bakugo
s. todoroki
k. takami
h. sero
d. kamanari
e. kirishima
( keep in mind: these are my own impressions of the characters and not factually/cannonly correct )
"no grave can hold my body down"
Let's Ruin the friendship ✨✨
Should I continue or not?
YESSS(Live, Love, Die, Bakugo)
NOO(create another one for other characters)
Bakugo Katsuki x Y/n
Part 6( and the last if ever, but I get a bit attach already lol)
Bakugo’s feelings don’t arrive all at once—they creep in silently, annoyingly, until he’s carrying them everywhere like extra weight he refuses to acknowledge.
He starts acting different in ways he thinks are subtle
telling you to drink water after sparring
grabbing your wrist to stop you from crossing the street without looking
switching your training dummy so you get the sturdier one
mumbling “whatever” when you thank him.
He walks you back to the dorms after night training “because you’ll get lost, dumbass.”
He insists on sitting beside you during strategy meetings because “you take ugly notes and I need to fix them.”
He tries to tell you multiple times without even realizing they were attempts.
Once, on your way back from udon hopping, he blurts out, “You should stick with me. I mean—team up. Because you don’t… annoy me that much.”
You blink.
“That supposed to be a compliment?”
He chokes on air and changes the subject so violently you actually laugh.
Another time, after a mission debrief, he corners you by the vending machine, jaw tense.
“I—uh. You—”
You wait.
He stares at the vending machine like it holds the secrets of the universe.
“…Do you want my last energy bar?”
You take it, confused, while Kirishima watches from the hallway whispering, “That was gonna be it. He chickened out.”
He even knocks on your dorm door at midnight once, face red, fists clenched.
“What’s wrong?” you ask.
“I need to tell you something.”
Your heart jumps.
He opens his mouth, closes it, opens it again.
“…The heater in my room is too loud. I’m sleeping here.”
“You have your own heater control—”
“SHUT UP.”
He keeps doing it—little almost-confessions wrapped in excuses.
“Oi, walk on the inside of the sidewalk, idiot.”
“You look less stupid when you smile.”
“I can’t focus when you’re not around. So don’t go far.”
You brush them off as Bakugo being… Bakugo.
Except everyone else notices.
Denki and Sero keep placing bets on his next failure.
Kirishima gives him pep talks that only make him more flustered.
Even Aizawa sighs one day and mutters, “Just confess already. It’s exhausting.”
Bakugo explodes, “I WILL. SHUT UP.”
And then the night finally happens.
He finds you in the common room after movie night, half-asleep, gathering empty bowls. He hovers near you like he’s been rehearsing something all day and still doesn’t know how to say it. His hands are shoved deep into his pockets—his “I’m trying not to explode” stance.
You look up.
“Bakugo? What’s up?”
He doesn’t answer right away. His jaw works, his eyes flicker anywhere but your face. Then he mutters, barely audible:
“You… piss me off.”
You raise a brow.
“Wow. Romantic.”
“No, shut up—just—listen.”
He inhales sharply, like the words are burning on the way out.
“You piss me off because I can’t stop thinking about you. Because I care too much. And I’ve tried to ignore it. I’ve tried every damn day. But it’s not going away.”
He finally looks at you, raw and unguarded.
“I like you. A lot. More than I should.”
A pause. A swallow.
“And if you… don’t feel the same… I can handle it.”
You blink in confusion.
“You can?”
“No,” he admits instantly, face twisting. But—I’ll handle it.”
It makes you laugh softly and startled—because he’s so sincere and so catastrophically dramatic at the same time.
He forces himself to continue.
“I’m saying I can take it. So you don’t have to feel pressured or whatever. Just… tell me. Don’t lie to spare my feelings. I’ll live. Maybe.”
Your chest tightens.
You step closer.
“Bakugo… I do feel the same. Honestly. But it feels unfair.”
“Unfair?” he echoes, brows furrowing.
“You’ve been feeling this so long. You’re already deep in it. And I’m just starting to catch up. I feel slow. Late. Like I’m behind you, miles behind.”
You bite your lip.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
He lets out a breath—then does something shocking: he cups the side of your face with his hand, thumb warm against your cheek. His voice softens in a way you’ve never heard.
“You’ll never catch up.”
Your heart stops.
“What?”
He shakes his head, closer now, forehead nearly touching yours.
“You’ll never catch up because I’m always gonna love you more.”
His thumb brushes against your skin, gentle.
“That’s how it’s gonna be. So take your time.”
He lets his hand drop, not wanting to push too hard.
“Just don’t walk away from me.”
His voice cracks—just a little.
“And don’t push me away. That’s all I’m asking.”
You swallow hard, overwhelmed.
“I’m not going anywhere, Bakugo. I promise. I just need time to catch up to… everything you feel.”
He huffs a tiny, shaky laugh.
“You won’t catch up. I’m telling you. Impossible.”
Then—softly—
“But I’ll wait anyway”
You slide your hand into his, and instead of flinching, he closes his fingers around yours—firm, claiming, almost relieved.
“I’m right here,” you whisper.
Bakugo leans his forehead against yours, letting out a breath that sounds like months of tension dissolving.
“Good,” he murmurs. “Don’t make me say all this again. I used up a year of courage. I thought I'm gonna die again.”
You smile.
“Just one year?”
“SHUT UP.”
But he’s smiling too—small, genuine, the kind that only shows when he’s finally gotten something he’s wanted for a very long time.
