#bakugou imagines

[bakugoubaby]

Someone slides up on pro hero Dynamite's live and asks what his skincare routine is.

"What's my skincare routine?" He pauses for a second and looks at you in your tiny pink lace slip dress putting dishes away. It has cute sakura flowers adorning your chest, holding it up nice and pretty.

"My girl sits on my face every morning n night, next question."

"Katsuki!"

[jamglii]

planes — mha

being best friends with katsuki wasn't as glorious as people made it out to be.

you're roomates, both in college and somehow living completely different lifestyles.

hes rowdy, academic overachiever, a top baseball player with this huge friend group he refuses to introduce you too.

then theres you, average across every plane except for english which most dont even consider noteworthy and have a total sum of 4 people close to you in your life, of which katsuki is included in.

katsuki considers you his best friend, which is always funny considering how antsy he would get when on the off chance you run into one of his friends.

you clear your throat, aiming for noncholance. "kirishima said he was thowing a party saturday."

katsuki didn't even look up from his paper. "nm."

"said it was for kaminari I think? its his birthday right?" you tried again, the burning of embarrassment bubbling in your stomach as katsuki continued to write.

"yeah, idiots finally old enough to drink." you expected him to continue but you should have known better.

"well, kirishima invited me. said he wanted to see me more or something like that..." you trail off as the blondes pretty face srunches into a frown.

he stops writing, "what, don't tell me you're going."

and the accusation burns right through your heart. he's said it like it was unimaginable you would, like he was disgusted.

you swallowed looking away, "well he invited me so–"

"don't go, it's gonna be boring anyway." and he went back to writing just like that, like he was the boss of you, and you were just his obedient little pet.

"well, you're going aren't you?" it came our harsher than you expected.

he looks up again, "i mean yeah but..that's different. i know the fuck face."

and this makes you even hotter, "and what? that means I can't know him too? seriously katsuki what's your problem?"

"i dont fucking have one, what's yours?"

"why don't you want me at the party? is there something wrong? katsuki are you ashamed of me?" the words clog in your throat you almost dont say them.

he doesn't answer. "fuck, i knew it. just forget it. have fun at the party, and tell him i said happy birthday."

bakugo wished then he's reached for you.

2 weeks after kaminari's birthday and you haven't spoken to him once, bakugo feels like he's fucking dying. and it's worse because you seem to be doing just fine pretending he doesn't exist.

he can't sleep, his own body hurts every time he sees you and you refuse to look at him.

he's doing the worst he's ever done in practice and it's starting to come up in games, his perfect win streak was damn near broken when he got lost in the batting box, he thought he's saw you in the stands but you stopped coming to all his events after your fight .

it makes him ache, he seriously doesn't know what to do. and the longer he waits, the longer the wound of bakugo's silence grows deeper in you.

he didn't even try reaching out, maybe you were right, maybe he really is ashamed.

part 2?

[tteokdoroki]

🛞 GOOD LUCK STRANGER  ✩  katsuki bakugou .ᐟ

🏁 pit stop ! 𖦹 trapped in a foreign country for new years, katsuki tries his luck with a stranger and trusts her with his new years kiss - courtesy of finally taking his mother's advice. (1.5K)

🏁 safety car ! ⋆  safe for work ⋆ fluff ⋆ eighteen plus only. pro hero au, flluff, canon compliant, strangers to lovers, bakugou fluent in english bc i said so, yew kay mention, reader has an ambigous job in retail, kissing strangers at midnight, happy new years eve !! pro hero bakugou. fem reader.

── © tteokdoroki ╱ 2026.

imagine bakugou sharing his new years kiss with a girl he might never see again...

he’s in london for the night, accompanying best jeanist for a mission abroad that ran longer than it should have. so he’s stuck on the phone, telling his friends and his ma that he won’t be able to make it back for the new year. “go have fun, explore the city,” mitsuki coos down the crackle of the international line. “i’m sure you’ll find some good luck to bring with you into the new year.” 

katsuki has never been one to follow his mother’s advice even on the best of days, but someone he finds comfort in her voice and gentle encouragement — just this once. he’s long since outgrown the need to ignore her now, sometimes she’s all he needs to take that extra step. that’s how he finds himself following the mismatched tiles of stone pavement through the winding streets of london.

his finger tips turn icy cold in a way that only icyhot would be able to manage and nose falls victim to the biting night breeze. katsuki walks and walks, to clear his head and soothe the voice in his mind until he’s in the middle of a tiny square. a little park somehow still open at this late hour.  a single bench illuminated by golden street light calls to him for respite and a bit of quiet. 

the sky is dark, cushioned by clouds as he stares up at it — missing the steady steps of someone approaching the bench. 

“i’m not too fond of the fireworks,” your voice pierces the cool night as you take residence on the other side of the bench — katsuki just barely sparring a glance all day. you look tired, like the world has pulled down all the best parts of you. your uniform looks itchy underneath the coat that you wear, somewhere in retail he thinks. wherever you work, it’s been open late. “the only thing i was looking forward to was a new years kiss.” 

still, katsuki says nothing. 

more so because he’s translating in his head - its been a while since he’s had to navigate entire conversations in english alone.

“a joke,” your lips spread into a bewitching grin. “i’m just here to watch the fireworks somewhere quiet.” 

for some reason, the pro hero feels drawn to how lost you are. like him, you’ve come out here to avoid the loneliness of New Year’s Eve and answer the questions you’re leaving behind in the year before. creating the goals you’ll hopefully take into the next.

“i can kiss you.” he suggests plainly. voice gruff from going unused. you catch a hint of his accent, he’s not from here. though he sounds familiar, like a celebrity from overseas.

you dismiss the thought, deciding you’ll bite anyways.

“a stranger?”

“dunno what kind of good luck could come of it.” bakugou parrots his mother because something in the moment feels right — like this could be the very thing he went searching for tonight.

“you’re right, i guess that’s what these things are for?” you laugh and scoot closer to him on the bench, the blonde’s knee now pressing warmly into the heat of your thigh. “a kiss for a stranger then?”

“a kiss for a stranger.” 

he rises first from the bench and you follow suit.

the two of you stand opposite one another on the wet park path, under the yellow glow of a street lamp that flickers intermittently. as you exhale, strings of your breath curl into the night air like smoke, a sign of the cold that ticks on with the time. katsuki keeps his hands in his pockets, deep into the winter coat that he hates, even when you step closer.

midnight nears, a minute to go and people start to dance down the once vacant streets, children bundled up in scarves and bobble hats with their parents not too far behind as they chase a better view for the fireworks about to go off. bakugou’s gaze wanders after them but you don’t let him get too far. 

with cold hands that make him flinch, you cup his cheeks and bring his gaze back to you whilst a compensatory heat quickly rises to the surface in the form of a blush. “not long to go now, stranger…”

“mhm…” katsuki makes a non-committal noise but he doesn’t seem able to breathe. caught up in the glitter that lights your eyes and the way you seem to lean up on your tippy toes because he’s too tall for your lips to reach. you’re so pretty, yet he knows nothing about you. not your name or your story. he finds himself sick with intrigue. so, instinctively, his head dips down and his mouth hovers merely inches away from yours as the countdown begins. “don’t back out now.” 

five. four.

your fingers trail down to the lapels of his jacket, fiddling with it as if you’ve put something there. “i could say the same for you.” 

three. two. 

“you’re a snarky one, ain’t ya.” the blonde nudges your nose with his, gauging the level of intimacy to put into this simple kiss. when you lean into him, a strangled sort of sigh builds up in his throat — like he wants this. needs this. his large palms roll downward to secure you to him by the waist.

tugging him down by his coat you say. “that’s what the guys love about me.” 

one. 

fireworks erupt in two places as the clock strikes twelve. amongst the clouds in the sky and between two complete and utter strangers who just so happen to be wandering the same streets of london that night. katsuki presses his mouth to yours first, soft as they meet one another perfectly. yet, it’s you who deepens the kiss, prying his lips apart with your curious tongue and licking over the slight chap to them. you tilt your head and he follows your direction, squeezing your hips to stop you from escaping the kiss he doesn’t want to end. 

tongues meet one another for the first time, yet it doesn’t feel unfamiliar. it feels right. has bakugou’s heart racing like it wasn’t blown to pieces nearly a decade before. he wonders if you can feel the erratic tune of his pulse, the sweat that gathers in his hands as he touches you like you’ll break. if you do notice, you like it or you feel exactly the same — your fingers tugging the sandy roots to his hair whilst you mewl softly into his mouth without shame.

this kiss tastes like ash and clotted cream fudge, the kind that tourists in london will buy as a gift for those back home or as a sweet treat. it’s addictive and you know that you’ll miss it, when it’s time to pull apart and time to go home. your lungs flare like the dazzling fireworks bursting around you, and your heart beats for him in this singular moment. the way he gasps into you, pours this strange.. comforting want into you. you never want this to end even as air becomes scarce and you feel a bit light headed.

when you break away, katsuki still has his eyes closed and a minute or two has surely passed. you stay there, mere inches from his face and lips — the ghost of a smile tattooed against yours. “happy new years, stranger,” you murmur like you’ve lost your voice to kissing him and stand on your tip toes to press one last smooch against his cherry-swollen lips.

“happy new year to you too, stranger,” he responds, giddy. maybe this was the good luck his mother has been talking about. katsuki smiles as he gathers his bearings, baby blonde eyelashes fluttering whilst he slowly starts to open his eyes. “hey, let me get your—” 

name.

then he realises, you’re gone. didn’t  even say goodbye, didn’t even hear the click of your heels as you left. you’d probably escaped under the guise of the fireworks. 

just when all hope is lost and bakugou feels like a fucking loser for opening himself up to someone he doesn’t know — a little note on a napkin falls from the inside of his jacket where it had been tucked. 

‘leaving you this in case i don’t have the courage to talk to someone as pretty as you. here’s my number: xx xxxxxx xx !! call me or text me, if you get the chance stranger! <3’

you’ve signed your name, must have written it while standing beside him in silence — before you decided to be brave and kiss him. katsuki whips his phone out faster than he can say his entire hero name and dials your number like it’s a life line.

“fancy some more good luck this year, stranger?” bakugou says eagerly before you even have time to speak, picking up after the first ring. “with me?”

and by the sound of your sweet laughter on the other end, ad-libbed by the booming thunder of fireworks — it seems like you’re down for the 2026 ride with him after all. 

end.

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[fairytsuk1]

katsuki, the one who can’t keep his hands off you<3

he’s the type to grumble and whine in your ear at a hero event, warm hand plastered to the small of your waist as he begrudgingly greets journalists and fellow co-workers.

“this is a waste of my fuckin’ time,” he mumbles while languidly sipping a glass of red. “could be at home with you instead.”

his hand drifts down to cup a handful of your ass in your dress, and you gasp with a turn of your head, “hey!! katsuki, not here!”

“what? ‘m bored, and you look so good.”

he’s the type to sleepily drag you closer in bed, barely awake but knowing he needs your warmth enveloped in his arms to sleep soundly. a buff arm wraps around your waist and lips peck at the back of your neck, “you still up?”

his raspy voice sends heat thrumming through you, and you wiggle in his arms to face him. crimson eyes peer back at you and the laziest of smiles stretches on pink lips as katsuki breathes slowly.

“I can’t sleep,” you murmur and lean in for a languid kiss. he tastes minty, clean and fresh. “cuddle me for a bit.”

“yeah, yeah,” he whispers and you can feel the exhaustion in his limbs.

your hand comes to card his blonde locks. they flip-flop messily as your nails scratch as his scalp, a pleased hum escaping your boyfriend, “g’na fall asleep at this rate…”

“good,” you whisper back, continuing the soft motions. “get some rest.”

katsuki’s soft snores greet you moments later, arm around your waist relaxing as he succumbs to your soft touches. you follow him soon after, cheek pressed against his bare chest as a line of drool escapes your lips.

[bunbun-baka]

Title : This is the Softest Bakugou Will Ever Be — Pregnancy Headcanons

Pregnancy with Katsuki Bakugou, and this is probably the gentlest he will ever be in his life.

🤭 Katsuki Bakugou When His Wife Is Pregnant — Headcanons.

• The realization moment hits him hard.

One night he’s lying next to you, his hand on your stomach, and it suddenly clicks — you are the one doing everything. Your body is changing, you’re tired, you’re in pain, you’ll go through labor, recovery… and he feels weirdly useless.

That’s the night he silently decides:

“The least I can do… is make it easier for you.”

• He stops yelling around you.

Yes. Bakugou. Stops yelling.

He still yells at villains, at work, at idiots outside — but never at you.

If he’s exhausted, angry, or frustrated from hero work, he cools down before coming home.

Home = calm voice. Always.

• Your cravings = his personal mission.

2 AM? 3 AM? Doesn’t matter.

If you say, “I think I want strawberry mochi…” he’s already grabbing his jacket.

The cutest part?

He remembers your cravings.

He’ll come home like:

“They had that mango thing you liked. Eat.”

• The “Don’t Touch Anything” Rule.

You are not allowed to:

Carry heavy things

Reach high shelves

Do chores

Move furniture

Stand too long

If you try, you get a 2-minute lecture in a very calm, very gentle voice and somehow that’s worse because he sounds so serious and caring that you just melt.

He does:

Cooking

Cleaning

Laundry

Grocery shopping

Making your meals on time

Packing snacks for you

Exercise supervision.

• He helps you with light exercise, stretching, walking, prenatal yoga.

He researched what helps with labor and back pain.

He sits nearby like a guard dog watching:

“Slow. Don’t rush. Breathe properly.”

If you even slightly look uncomfortable:

“Stop. Sit down. We’re done for today.”

• Every Night Routine (Non-Negotiable).

He has a routine and he never skips it:

Warm oil belly massage

Saffron milk before bed

Yes, this man did research.

He’ll sit behind you or beside you and gently massage oil on your stomach, slow and careful like you’re made of glass.

If you say, “I don’t want saffron milk today—” He’ll literally hold the cup and go:

“Drink.”

“It’s good for you.”

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

“…I made it the way you like.”

And you drink it because how do you say no to that face?

• The way he looks at you changes.

This is the biggest one.

He looks at you like:

You’re strong

You’re precious

You’re doing something he can’t do

You’re carrying his child

And that blows his mind

Sometimes you catch him just staring at your stomach.

You laugh.

“What?”

He mutters:

“…You’re insane.”

“Why?”

“You’re literally making a person.”

You grin.

“Your person.”

He rolls his eyes, but his hand immediately moves to your stomach again… and just stays there.

He becomes very protective, but quiet about it.

• Walks on the side closer to the road

Holds your hand when there are stairs

Keeps snacks and water with him

Reminds you about vitamins

Saves the doctor’s number on speed dial

• Attends checkups even if he has to move hero work

He doesn’t make a big deal out of it.

He just… shows up. Every time.

• He talks to the baby when you’re asleep.

He would deny this with his life, but sometimes when you’re sleeping, he rests his hand on your stomach and quietly says things like:

“Don’t give her a hard time.”

“Grow properly.”

“…I’m waiting.”

• If someone ever teases him for being soft. He just shrugs and mutters.

“She’s growing a human inside her.”

“I can at least do this much.”

🥹🥹.. (I'm not crying you are!)

This phase of Katsuki’s life is: Gentle, Responsible,Protective.

Soft but in a very Bakugou way

Acts of service instead of words

Always рядом (right there), even when silent

He might still be loud with the world —

but with you?

He’s careful.

Because now it’s not just you.

It’s his whole world in one house.

Yes, if you're craving something, he'll get it no matter the time...

• • • • •

The “Don’t Touch Anything” Rule.

This man is not letting you move a finger...

Katsuki Bakugou isn’t good with words.

So he loves you the only way he knows how — by showing up, taking care of you, and making sure you and the baby are safe.

Loud with the world. Gentle with you.

Let me know if you want a Part 2 (maybe labor & dad Bakugou 👀). 🤭😁..

Don't forget to like, and please do repost 🥺🥺. Anyways sayonara guys.

[aira-writes]

"Damn woman. I didn't marry you so I'd have someone to wash my damn underwear."

Pairings: Husband!Bakugou Katsuki x F! Reader

Genre: sfw, one shot, fluff, humor (forced lol)

Warnings: language, suggestive, may contain typos

Characters are all aged up.

The blonde's frown never changed. It was the same even after 5 years later when you first saw it plastered on his face when he thought you were cutting off in line that one day you met him.

That twitch in his eye, his ears red, his lower lip jutted out in a pout, and the subtle clench of his jaw— you'd even notice his masseter muscle bulging a little on the side of his cheek.

On a normal day you'd find that hot but not when his furrowed brows and sharp gaze was enough to burn a hole on your back.

"Uh.. What's wrong baby?" For some reason, you'd always know he was behind you so you turned to his direction and blinked innocently. He grumpily walked to stand in front of you, arms crossed over his chest.

Confusion is evident on your face since you were pretty sure he was in a good mood, asleep even, when you left the bed earlier. You were also careful too not to wake the blonde knowing he'd pull you back in bed, bury your face into his chest murmuring a sleepy "get back to bed, woman." with a growl—if he found you leaving.

He glared at your hands that was now clutching a pair of his briefs on, soap suds covered your hands to your wrist.

You raised your brows and tried to wrack your brain about what's got your husband's panties in a twist and just chuckled at how childish he looked right now.

"Katsuki?" He just glared at your hands more. You shrugged and continued hand-washing one of his briefs.

"Damn woman. I didn't marry you so I'd have someone to wash my damn underwear." he grumbled and huffed.

He's mad about that? You doing.. Laundry?

On a regular basis Katsuki washes his own clothes. Even washes your own clothes and underwear too. But you scolded him multiple times that he didn't have to wash yours cause you always find your new ones missing!

So he had set a deal where you'd both wash your own clothes separately but ofc you always broke it. You didn't mind. You could use the washing machine but you prefer hand washing the underwear to prevent them from losing their shape.

"It's fine. I don't mind, baby." You stood up to grab more dirty laundry from the basket beside you, taking the clothes out and into the basin of soapy water, submerging the fabric completely before lifting it slightly.

"Damn woman." he grumbled and his glare was directed at you now. At your lower half to be exact.

"What?" a snicker escaped your lips

"How come are you still.. Still standing?!"

"Huh?" Cause you have legs. But you bite your tongue and giggled, afraid his head is gonna explode based from the twitching of his left eye if you tried to be a smartass right now.

"Y-you.. You.." You were worried for him for a second and then your heart dropped. He was grumbling incoherent words, opening and closing his mouth, movements erractic too as he paced back and forth in front of you. You could swear his head is making tiny explosions right now due to the frustration he's exhibiting but damn if you knew why.

"Baby, smile real quick!" You wailed.

"W-what?!"

"Just do it."

He grumbled but still obeyed but ofc his eyes showed an annoyance even when the lower half of his face was forced into a smile.

"Okay now raise both of your arms."

"Wtf are you unto woman—" he still followed your instructions and you assessed his arms only for his eyes to go wide upon realization. "—damnit baby I'm not going into stroke!" he deadpans and growls realizing you were making him do the FAST method to assess one if they're having signs of stroke.

"I was worried for a second!"

"Damn that nurse instinct of yours. Always tryna diagnose and shiz." he grumbled more.

"Baby what's wrong, really? Use your words."

His glare centered more on your lower half, the part between your legs and your cheeks burned. The sore in between your legs due to his doing was there now having forgetten about it when you were busy doing the laundry.

"W-what?"

"Weren't you.. You.. You.. GAh! " Bakugou was fuming and his cheeks and ears were red now both from frustration and... embarrassment? You don't even know why he's not able to put to words what's bothering him.

You find it humorous because this rarely happens but also feel sorry for the said guy who's your husband.

"Um.. Baby?.." the suds on your hands were fading now, hands paused in the action of rubbing the clothes together. It seemed like the original schedule of finishing laundry in one and a half hour would take a lot longer than expected, huh.

You stared at your husband's unpaintable face. Confusion and worry even more apparent on your face as you waited and encourage him to take his time.

"Damnit... you're supposed to be in my arms! You're supposed to be snuggled in my arms right now. Slumbering and snoring cutely with a satisfied and exhausted look on your face when I made you cum multiple times, woman!"

You gaped at his outburst. Blinking once, twice, thrice before erupting into a fits of giggles.

"don't laugh!"

"You're mad at what exactly? Me...leaving the bed? Baby I just wanted to do laundry.."

"At 2 fucking am?" He exasperated.

"Baby.. Weren't you satisfied? I know for a fact that I did you good, yn! Did you so good you're supposed to be sore rn!"

You shrugged and nodded, a shit eating grin on your face.

That's what's what got him acting like this. Bakugou's hips and backed ached mostly due to the vigorous love making that happened hours earlier. Scratch marks and love bites of your doing was still etched and burned on his skin. The same could be said for you, worst even. That's why the blonde can't wrap his pretty lil head around the fact that his wife is still standing, still walking around like he didn't just drilled her numerous times into the bed.

"Katsuki you're really gonna ask that? Ask about my satisfaction? Baby you always are in the top of your performance." you're snickering now.?

Your cheeks flushed when you remember what you guys did earlier. Mental images of before activities flashed back in that split second. The delicious burn and ache in your core more apparent now.

Your ability to look normal, to be okay right now and get out of bed just to do laundry at 2am when you're supposed to be asleep and sore is making tiny explosions in his head.

"aren't you sore?"

You gave him a deadpanned look. "Baby, you just pounded me in different positions and you ask that? Ofc im sore, mister." you picked up one your husband's shirt as you started rubbing the cloth between your hands, pressing the material together and sliding the fabric back and forth to loosen the dirt. Double time. You need to finish doing this so you could get back to your whining husband.

"well unfortunately not since you could still move around without a limp and sass your mouth."

Is he implying that you should have a limp after each sessions?

"W-whaa—K-katsuki put me down!" you squealed, your hands coming in contact with your husband's back, drumming, and pounding and struggling to be put down. Soap suds fly everywhere soaking yourself and your husband's top.

"Maybe I need to do you even harder than last time. That way.. you'd stay asleep til morning, snuggled cutely in my arms and not do damn laundry at 2, woman."

"O-oh my go—Katsuki!" the sounds of your squeals turned inaudible the moment your husband took a sharp turn to leave the laundry area and walking back to where your bedroom was on the 2nd floor.

You were punching his back as he had you slung over his shoulders, the tiled floor now dripping wet and soapy.

Fuck now you have to clean that later?!

"B-baby you're making a mess—"

"Oh I'll make a mess alright." then he jumbled the door open and closed the door back shut with a gentle kick of his foot.

aira-writes © 2026

Plagiarism is a crime! Don't steal my work.

[naralin]

coincidentally yours k.bkg x f!reader

synopsis in a world where, the first ever words that your soulmate says to you are stamped on your body, yn ln has spent her entire life watching all her friends find their soulmates left and right. frankly, she's sick of it and she makes that fact very known by talking about it to anyone who'll listen. but her closest friends know just how desperately she actually wants to find the one whose words were inked on her by fate. then one day, the words she's been desperately waiting to hear do arrive, albeit in a strange way, but there's just one problem. she has no idea who said them.

note: this is a smau where quirks do not exist and the whole story takes place at yuuei university.

warnings will be listed for each respective chapter.

chapters

profiles and gc's !

01: wait a minute...

02: what the fuck.

more coming soon !

first ever smau...kinda nervous. if you wanna be added to the taglist for it, then please leave a comment down below! <3 shell divider from @viviansturns tags: @paperboatx3

[animehideout]

I just realized I haven't written Green and Red flags version for Mha men, so here you go ✨ I miss them sm 🥺 I should write more Bnha headcanons.

JJK ver | Haikyuu ver

ᴋᴀᴛꜱᴜᴋɪ ʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏ 💥

Green flags:

1000% loyal. If katsuki loves you then all people expect for you become extras not worth his time.

Very committed in the relationship, very serious about you.

Katsuki is the type who dates to marry.

Pushes you to grow & to achieve all of your dreams ( no room for failure ).

He believes in you and sees you as capable and strong not frail.

Never underestimates you.

Bakugo never shows it but he remembers small details about you and surprises you later, "It's not a big deal, idiot".

Cooks for you, all of your favorite dishes without you asking.

Walks you home everyday ( even if both of you argued and not talking to each other ). Your safety is his priority.

Always has his eyes on you & stays nearby even if he pretends he doesn't care.

Very honest, so no mixed signals and no misunderstanding between both of you.

Katsuki is an acts of service type of guy, so he knows how to take care of you very well.

Asks for consent before attempt anything.

Red flags:

Bakugo can be very intimidating when he's angry even if he doesn't mean to scare you.

During arguments, he raises his voice quickly, no room for soft communication.

He can get verbally aggressive even if he doesn't intend to break your heart.

Might dismiss your feelings if he fails to understand them.

He bottles his feelings because he doesn't want to be perceived as weak.

He gets defensive when you try to comfort him, "I said I'm fine, damnit"

He pushes you too hard to improve, even if his intentions are good and noble & gets annoyed when you get tired or need a break, "That's pathetic, you need to work harder if you want to succeed"

Very possessive of you and gets jealous easily it can be suffocating sometimes & the most frustrating part about it is that he won't admit he's jealous.

Struggles to accept your male friends, he trusts you but he doesn't trust them even if you reassure him multiple times.

Doesn't say I love you often, he thinks being present is more than enough even if it's not.

Bakugo is very stubborn and prideful, so he won't to apologize first or admit he's wrong.

=> Overall, Katsuki is actually a great partner. Despite being intense, he's very open to learn more & change to the better, to become more mature, more responsible and more soft spoken. Because when he loves someone, he loves them with all his heart and fiber of his being. ( I love my husband so much )

ᴛᴏᴅᴏʀᴏᴋɪ ꜱʜᴏᴛᴏ 🔥❄️

Green flags:

Extremely loyal too, his eyes see you only.

Very calm during arguments, doesn't yell or escalate things.

Shoto is a very good listener. He would listen to you talk about a movie or a book you liked, a new hobby you learned, literally anything and everything without getting bored.

He doesn't just listen, he pays good attention too.

Shoto does his best to be always understanding and aware of your feelings.

He respects your boundaries and doesn't push hard or test your limits.

He moves at your own pace, and expects you to do the same too.

He's not loud about love but he shows it in the most gentle ways:

He checks if you've eaten, check if you're cold, if you're sleepy, if you're okay.

Todoroki is the type to sit in comfortable silence with you.

He makes you feel grounded and at ease just by being there.

He's protective of you, not that toxic overprotective type, but making sure you're always safe and comfortable.

He rarely gets jealous but when he does, or when he notices something that bothers him, he always asks you first before getting worked up or jumping to conclusions.

If you're feeling cold, he'll use his quirk in your favor to warm you up, if you're feeling hot he'll use his other side to make you feel less hot.

Asks for consent.

Todoroki is a real gentleman.

Red flags:

At first, Shoto could be emotionally distant.

Might make you feel like you're the only one opening up.

He doesn't always know how to explain what he feels ( because it used to make him overwhelmed and awkward)

Too quiet most of time, it leaves you guessing what's running through his head.

His past trauma might resurface so he might avoid certain topics or shut down completely when he gets angry.

Being socially awkward, Shoto might say the wrong things at the wrong time? And you're just standing there like 🧍🏻‍♀️

He's very independent, so early in your relationship he might not rely on you or need you to comfort him when he expects you to reply on him.

He tends to bottle his emotions up and take a very long time to learn how to open up and share.

The relationship might feel one-sided at first.

=> Overall, if Shoto loves you then it's just a matter of time for him to get used to the new feeling. It requires patience and understanding from your part. But after that, when he's fully in and 100% comfort then you'll discover a side of him that he had never shown to anyone before.

Who should I do next?