when you and katsuki first started dating, it was important to learn information about each other at any time possible.. even in the shower. you get home from work, tired and in need of a steamy shower. when katsuki comes home, he joins you. slipping off his sweats and his intamites. he comes in grabbing your stomach from behind. he pushes his face into your wet hair exhaling deeply. “katsuki tell me something about yourself that would shock me”. “well..i cry over animals. literally anything. puppies, kittens, fucking injured squirrels. i will lose my shit. but don’t fucking tell anyone.”.. “ask me what video makes me cry the most. ask me katsuki.” .. “alright y/n what video makes you cry the most, and don’t give me some shitty romcom bull shit.” “i cry over this video of a giraffe that can’t jump rope since his neck is too long.”
…
“a fucking giraffe y/n? that’s so stupid.”
that was the first time you’ve ever heard katsuki’s genuine laugh. till this day you swear that shit came from his core.
⋆.ೃ࿔ spend a workday with me
katsuki bakugou ⋆·˚ ༘
“good morning, guys.”
you smile at the camera, still standing in the doorway of your apartment. “today, you're coming to work with me.”
you turn the camera toward yourself as you walk into the kitchen, already talking through your schedule. “i've got patrol this morning, then a meeting at the agency, then training, and thennnn, i have to film some sponsored content later.”
you pause when you notice katsuki sitting at the kitchen counter. he looks up from his phone. “why are you filming me?”
“because you're here.”
“then don't film me.”
you laugh and turn the camera toward yourself again. “as you can see, someone isn't thrilled to be part of the vlog once again.”
“i'm not part of anything.”
“sure.”
you set the camera down while you make breakfast, and for the next few minutes, katsuki mostly ignores you.
“that's not breakfast.”
you look down at the piece of toast in your hand. “i have to leave in twenty minutes.”
“then wake up earlier.”
you stare at him. “good morning to you too.”
he rolls his eyes and gets up.
you immediately turn the camera toward him. “chat, look. he's pretending he doesn't care about me again.”
“turn that shit off.”
you laugh. “no.”
“you're annoying.”
“you love me.”
“unfortunately.”
you grin at the camera.
by the time you get to your agency, you've already filmed a few clips of your morning, shown your audience around the building, and given a quick explanation of what your schedule looks like.
your first patrol goes smoothly and you stop by a convenience store afterward, film a quick clip for your vlog, and head back to the agency for your meeting.
when you come out, your phone received a notification.
katsuki: where are you
you type back while walking.
you: agency
katsuki: did you eat
you turn the phone around, showing the messages to the camera, “i swear he thinks i'm incapable of remembering meals.”
another message appears.
katsuki: answer me
you: yes
katsuki: ok
you put your phone away. “see? very romantic.”
your training session takes longer than expected, and by the time you're finished, you're exhausted. you're sitting on the floor of the training room, drinking water while your camera sits nearby.
“i think i'm done for the day.”
one of your managers walks past. “you still have the sponsorship shoot.”
you stare at them and groaned. “…i hate my job.”
they laugh and you pick up the camera again. “okay, apparently i'm not done.”
by the time you finally get home, it's already evening.
you drop your bag by the door and kick off your shoes. “i'm exhausted.”
from the living room, katsuki had already arrived home and calls out. “how was training?”
“awful!”
"ok good."
you walk into the room. “why is that good?”
“'means you worked.”
you flop onto the couch beside him. “i'm too tired to argue.”
“finally.”
you rest your head against his shoulder and he glances down at you.
“you eat?”
you groan. “yes.”
you reach for the camera sitting on the coffee table. “okay, guys. that's it for today's vlog.”
katsuki looks over. “you're still filming?”
“mhm now i have to say goodbye.”
“say goodbye, then.”
you turn the camera toward him. “do you want to say bye?”
he stares at the lens. “…bye.”
you laugh. “that's it?”
“what else am i supposed to say?”
“i don't know. be charming.”
“i'm not doing that.”
you turn the camera back toward yourself. “well, there you have it.”
you ended the recording, you'd edit it tomrorow or something.
❥you & bakugo won’t say you’re dating, but there will be signs
BAKUSQUAD CASE FILES — CASE STUDY #1.
observed by — mina ashido
“y/n says she and bakugo aren’t dating. but i swear i caught them playing footsies during study hall.”
⟡
mina assumes it’s a trick of the light.
sero’s stalking hot moms on facebook. denki & kiri are trying to start a fire with a comically large magnifying glass. & when mina sees bakugo tickle your ankle with the toe of his sock, mina’s quick to assume the sight’s caused by the refractive index of light through the magnifying glass or whatever mumbo-jumbo they learned during last tuesday’s physics class.
but it happens again.
and this time you giggle.
and so mina has no choice but to accept magnifying glasses cannot bend sound.
mina puts on sero’s eyeglasses. they’re purely decorative, but she feels more intuitive regardless. she buries her nose between CGP’s A-Level biology guide & pretends she isn’t observing the way your eyes glint anytime you manage to nick katsuki in the shins.
bakugo’s face is stone still.
to the untrained eye, he’s simply solving calculus questions a mile a minute. but then he grunts.
mina doesn’t miss the way he grins when he nabs you in the thigh.
BAKUSQUAD CASE FILES — CASE STUDY #2.
observed by — sero hanta
‘bakugo swears y/n isn’t anyone special to him. so why the hell does he have her contact saved as ‘mine?’
⟡
the first time sero hanta ever decides to show up early, he’s stuck waiting at a theatre with an angry bakugo at his side.
not to say the fiery blond isn’t usually angry. but this time said anger comes with heat: he’s grinding straw between his molars so hard plastic cracks between his teeth. his feet tap like it’ll make time go by sooner. it doesn’t.
“i’m gonna kill that damn shitty hair.”
“we’re the ones who’re thirty minutes early.”
“shut the fuck up.”
dumb dog sero hanta does as he’s told. katsuki stews a little longer, neck rash red, phone clicking locked & unlocked till he decides he’s had enough—or till the anger reaches his bladder. “‘m going to the bathroom, watch my shit.”
katsuki doesn’t bother waiting for a reply. his hands shove in his pockets as he makes his way to the bathroom, phone tucked firm between sero’s palms. sero hanta knows better than to hold it with anything less than an iron grip. but then it buzzes—& almost cartoonishly, the phone hops & skips before settling between his fingers
sero sees the notification before he can pretend otherwise.
mine🫀: mina and i are otw
mine🫀 : hope we’ll make it. this girl can NOT drive.
sero muffles a snort. the text holds truth, mina cannot, in fact drive. he recalls the time she picked him up to go to the beach and—wait.
is that text from y/n?
he’s quick to take a picture, send it to the ‘inBESTigators 🕵️🔍’ GC. before he can even close his phone & resume playing saint, kiri’s response comes in.
ripped riot 🔥: could be a typo
ripped riot 🔥: like ‘mine’ could be short for miner
pikachu ⚡️[replying to ripped riot 🔥] : are we deadass
sero’s about to type a response of his own before the familiar heavy steps of steve maddens sag at his ears. katsuki’s back, jaw tight & angrier than ever.
further investigation will have to wait.
BAKUSQUAD CASE FILES — CASE STUDY #3.
observed by — denki kaminari
‘when the fuck did bakugo get funny?’
⟡
autumn break means thanksgiving shopping & black friday sales that make twelve dollar products drop to eleven ninety-nine. denki’s shopping for snacks, kiri needs energy drinks & you’re here for produce. katsuki is here because you all need his membership to get into costco.
something isn’t right.
& denki’s not talking about how the price of cheetos have somehow gone up. he’s talking about the fact that katsuki stands firm behind you, hands in pockets as you show him fruit. that’s fine—bakugo’s always been able to tell which apples are good & which aren’t.
but no apple evaluation requires katsuki to lean in that close.
and denki’s pretty sure there’s nothing funny about granny smiths either.
so why the fuck are you giggling ?
kaminari’s eyes flit to katsuki’s. if he was any other classmate, he’d say katsuki was bored. lips tight, eyes neutral, jaw slack. but denki’s no other classmate. he recognizes that twitch in his brow. the bob in his jugular.
katsuki is pleased. at least, denki thinks—no, swears he is. but just to be safe, he chooses to call in an actual katsuki expert. kirishima’s fatass is trying yet another free sample. for the sake of peace, denki chooses not to comment & instead goes straight to business.
“yo, kiri—i’m not seeing stuff, right? is bakugo not smirking and making y/n laugh??”
kirishima, in true fatass fashion, responds with a mouth filled with mini tacos. “I down’t see ‘t”
“bro. chew.”
“I don’t see it,” kiri gulps. “don’t you think we should respect their privacy?”
“we’re at a costco??”
but kaminari drops it. if the katsuki expert himself says there’s nothing, there’s obviously nothing.
right ?
BAKUSQUAD CASE FILES — CASE STUDY #4.
observed by — literally everyone
‘katsuki and y/n are definitely dating. oh, and kiri’s getting kicked from the group chat.’
⟡
mina ashido is not playing around.
the rest of the gang isn’t either. kaminari’s flipping through a scrapbook titled ‘PHOTOGRAPHICAL EVIDENCE.’ sero’s screenshotting group chat messages that sound too fond to not be affectionate. kirishima’s got his laptop open, looking over ‘evidence spreadsheets’ he swears aren’t empty.
but they are. and mina, rivaled only by sherlock himself, notices.
“kirishima, cell B-4. what’s written in there ?”
“I—uh, cell? what do you—“
“aha—” mina shuts her book. she’s towering over eijiro now, hands on her hips & glare so sharp it melts kiri like—well, acid.
“you’re not really doing anything.”
sero lifts a brow. kaminari gives the stink-eye.
“matter of fact…” mina continues, “you haven’t done anything. compiling evidence. listening in on on their convos. you haven’t done anything we’ve asked you to.”
“yeah,” sero quips. his phone’s in his lap now. “matter of fact, you always had some excuse about why you couldn’t.”
“matter of fact,” denki joins, “you’re always trying to deny evidence. talking about us ‘being delusional’.”
oh, kirishima’s in trouble now. blood in his jugular. tar in his throat. “I—“
mina can’t make up what happens next.
The door opens. It’s katsuki—not surprising—they’re literally all seated in a circle on the mat in his dorm. plans to hang out & just chill today—the usual. kiri is bakugo’s roommate. getting in isn’t a fuss.
but you’re right beside bakugo.
and your finger’s in his belt loop.
mina blinks. you haven’t noticed them yet. you look all calm and pretty, lashes low, eyes glued to your phone screen. your finger’s looped around the belt-hole like you’ve done it a thousand times before, and—
is that katsuki’s hoodie?
“what the fuck are you losers doing here?”
kiri’s already scrambling to defend the situation—something about she & the others showing up an hour early, he didn’t know, don’t blast us all—but mina’s not listening. she’s wondering if the refractive index of light is so strong it somehow made it look like katsuki gave your hand a light squeeze before tapping your hand off his jeans.
you’re still quiet behind him. hair all cute, jam-pink cheeks, fawn freckled & doe-eyed. kiri and katsuki are going back and forth. sero’s joined in. kaminari’s farted because he thinks no one will notice.
“y/n, is that bakugo’s hoodie?”
you can hear a pin drop. and another fart from kaminari.
“no, it’s—“
“it’s mine.” katsuki steps forward, hands in pockets & posture lazy like he didn’t say something scandalous. “got a problem, pinkie pie?”
“i could never.”
katsuki hums. he tugs you gently by the palm, door clicking shut behind him with the kick of his shin. he trudges toward the group, right hand in his pocket, left in yours—and he murmurs a quiet sit in your ear before doing a once-over.
“what’s all this?”
“evidence.”
“homework.”
“not evidence.”
tongue click. “evidence of ?”
“the refractive index of light.”
“you and y/n dating.”
“not you and y/n dating.”
“uh-huh,” katsuki picks up a photograph. he recognizes the scene: you’re tucked in his side, showing him something on your phone while he leans too close to be considered casual. you’re giggling here. cute.
he pockets it. “you guys are a bunch of fuckin’ idiots. and you—“ he turns to kirishima,
“no, no bro listen,” kirishima’s palm rests on his neck, an apologetic glance in your direction before he answers, “I did try to get them to leave you guys alone. they wouldn’t listen!”
“aha! so you were a traitor!”
bakugo glares. mina shrinks.
a muffled giggle pierces the silence. then a snort. & now you’re full on laughing—
“oh my god,” you sniffle, “you guys know we were literally gonna tell you, right?”
“tell us when?” sero speaks up, long moved away from kaminari. “it seems kiri here already knew about it.”
bakugo grunts. “why do you idiots think you’re here?”
oh.
bakugo takes a seat beside you. sero’s avoiding eye contact. kaminari’s avoiding the cheetos. mina bites her lip. you’re leaning over katsuki’s thigh now, photo evidence flip-book in your hands. you’re pointing out familiar photos while laughing & shaking your head, and bakugo’s looking back with a gaze so soft that mina doesn’t know how she didn’t see it sooner.
“i think we owe you two an apology.”
katsuki’s got his fingers twisting your knuckle. “y’think?”
sero, mina, and denki all look towards each other.
“we’re sorry.”
“for what?”
“for stalking you guys.”
“and not trusting that you’d tell us.”
“and being idiots.”
katsuki hums, satisfied. but he’s not done yet. he leans back on his palms before gently poking your hip. “should we forgive ‘em?”
“maybe. if they can send some of these photos.”
bakugo nods, turns to mina. “you heard the missus.”
“girl, take the whole book. like—seriously. omg.”
you hug it towards your chest, and mina can tell bakugo’s fighting a smile.
“right. and since you guys know now, you can all leave.”
the three protest. kiri interrupts. “i think it’s for the best. it’s been a long day.”
“that includes you, shitty hair.”
“huh—what?! this is my room too!”
“don’t care,” katsuki tugs you up with him, grip gentle, palm flat against your back as he steers you towards his bed.
“and didn’t ask,” he glances over his shoulder, “all of you, out.”
in the same space (smut)
off-menu (smut)
practice makes perfect ! (smut)
“bring it on hero” (smut)
charged to the touch (smut) pt.2 (smut)
an eater (smut)
8pm and you (smut)
princess (smut)
fight me, love me (angst, smut)
“let me hear you” (smut)
“speakin’ my language..?” (smut) pt.2 (smut)
“you’re not supposed to get up, kats!” (smut)
good boy!~ (smut)
“don’t hang up.” (smut)
monsterfuckin’ kats (smut)
breading with bakugo, no pun intended (smut)
out on a limb!~ (smut)
office katsuki (smut)
“i bite things i like.” (suggestive)
the concept(suggestive)
corgasm !? (smut)
virgin kats (smut) pt.2 (suggestive, smut)
showerheaddd (smut)
everybody here wants you…(smut)
arts n crafts (smut)
drunk in luv!~ (smut)
seven minutes in heaven! (smut)
sleepyheads (smut)
rut (smut)
caught red handeddd (smut)
grinderrr (smut)
dragon drabble (smut)
glasses (smut) pt.2 (smut)
lightweight (smut)
your highness (smut)
whipped cream (smut)
meow (smut) pt.2 (suggestive) pt.3 (suggestive)
honeymoon (smut)
accidental submission (smut)
safeword (smut, comfort)
happy trail (suggestive)
pick up the phone (smau) (suggestive)
hopelessly yours (fluff, smut)
valentines day (smut) pt.2 (smut)
beefy!bakugo (suggestive, smut)
food review (suggestive)
distraction (smut)
catch print w/ katsuki (suggestive)
headboard (smut)
birthday boy (smut)
skin to skin (fluff, smut)
press my buttons, baby (smut)
