Boxer!Bakugou who has your initials sewn into his boxing gloves
Boxer!Bakugou who will literally refuse to even step foot in s boxing ring without a good luck kiss from you claiming “bad luck” and all that
Boxer!Bakugou who gets you free seats to every single one of his matches telling everyone you’re VIP
Boxer!Bakugou who hates posting on social media because of his fangirls comments that consist of “shes not treating him right” “His girlfriend cant fight all of us” or “what does he see in her” because you are the best thing to ever happen to him
Boxer!Bakugou who once heard his opponent talking about you in a bad light and got so mad that during the match he had to be held back
Boxer!Bakugou who won an olympic gold medal in boxing and when asked on whats his biggest motivation he said your name
Boxer!Bakugou who teaches you basic boxing techniques claiming they’re for “self defense” but in reality it’s because he finds you extremely attractive when your fighting
Boxer!Bakugou who is confused on why you have so much merchandise of him “You have the real thing right here, the fuck you need all these posters for?”
Boxer!Bakugou who when he does post on social media its literally only to brag about you
Boxer!Bakugou who doesn’t let any medical professional fix him up after a match. The only person he wants to do it is you
Boxer!Bakugou whos training playlist was made by you
Boxer!Bakugou who only follows you and 3 others on instagram
Boxer!Bakugou who once saw that “#BoxingBreakup” was trending on twitter with people saying you guys broke up and shut it down immediately saying “Ill retire from boxing before I even have the thought of leaving her.”
Boxer!Bakugou who likes to see you holding his belts because thats what truly makes him feel like a winner
Boxer!Bakugou who’s actually a really gentle person when it comes to his younger fans. Parents have said he’s like a big brother to all of his little audience
Boxer!Bakugou who got so mad during an interview when the interviewer said “Men’s boxing is the only good version of boxing” because who said women can’t do and be good boxing too?
Boxer!Bakugou who has to be forced into a self care day with you because you constantly fear that he’s going to hurt himself with the crazy training schedule he has
Boxer!Bakugou who still has a bedtime of 8:30
Boxer!Bakugou who tries not to get too bloody during matches knowing seeing his blood on his face scares you
Boxer!Bakugou who calls you his manager
Boxer!Bakugou who’s wallpaper is you guys punching a punching bag with matching boxing gloves
Boxer!Bakugou who loathed paparazzi not because they’re taking pictures of him, its because they’re taking pictures of you and he hates when people make you uncomfortable
Boxer!Bakugou who says during an interview “I don’t give a damn if she’s not a boxer like me, hell she doesn’t even have to be an athlete, she’s gonna be the one I marry”
soo ik there’s a lot of fics with bakugou as a boxer which is fun to read but I just had a thought… An au with “boxer bakugou” and a pro wrestler kirishima whose his best friend👀 🫣
personally I would literally read anything with kirishima as a pro wrestler cuz something about that seems to fit (and maybe he does other things such as acting like a john cena? idk man i don’t know much about wrestling)
Like imagine he’s super intimidating and his like persona is super mean or smthing in the ring but once he’s off he’s super sweet and kind 🥹💖
If anyone out there can hear my plea… please please please sabrina carpenter style make a fic or short drabble and TAG MEEEE 😭😭
Overview: Boxer AU. Bakugou is a young pro boxer climbing his way to the top of the charts. One day, his friends Kirishima and Ashido invite you to a match. Unbeknownst to you, you end up accidentally distracting Katsuki during a fight and he gets a punch landed on his face.
Pairing: Boxer!Bakugou Katsuki x Female!Reader
Word Count: 1,864
Warning(s): Lots of swearing.
Author’s Note: Thank you whoever requested this! I had so much fun writing this. I need some more Boxer!Bakugou in my life… Enjoy! :)
The crowd roared when he threw the final punch, adrenaline rushing through his body as felt the impact beneath his hand, watching his opponent fall to the ground. Sweat ran down the sides of his temples, stinging the gash on his high point of his cheek bone. But Bakugou’s head was too filled with the lingering buzz of epinephrine to notice.
Another match won and another night left of having to fend off annoying paparazzi.
He loved the way fighting felt, and he’d by lying if he said he didn’t get a thrill from all the attention he received. But he hated the endless interviews and the attitude his publicist forced him to adopt during them.
The only thing Bakugou was remotely looking forward to was seeing his old friends Kirishima and Ashido who came to watch his match today.
“Bakugou! Good work out there,” his coach, Yagi Toshinori, complimented when he stepped out of the rink. He we a former boxing legend who had to quit early because of the toll it took on his body. Yagi gave him a pat on the back before nodding to his cheek. “But what happened here? You lost focus during the last round, kid.”
Because of those loud fuckers he called his friend, Bakugou thought crossly.
During a high intensity, low noise part of the match, he heard Kirishima’s big ass mouth yell his name out just like he had in high school. And Ashido was cheering along, her bright hair waving around as she jumped like a fool. Some things never changed.
But that’s not what kept his attention.
It was someone who stood in between Kiri and Mina that caught his gaze. You had your hair pushed out of your face as you cheered, skin glistening from the heat that came from the audience stands. Bakugou was entranced when a droplet of sweat rolled off your jaw and onto your--
He shook his head.
“It was nothing,” said Bakugou gruffly, taking a towel and drying his face and neck with it. “That was my mistake, but it won’t happen again.”
“That’s good to hear,” Yagi replied brightly, leading Bakugou to a group of interviewers. “I’m holding you to that, Bakugou. Now, the sooner you finish these interviews, the sooner you can shower. I’ll show your friends to your dressing room.”
He nodded, setting his jaw as he recalled all the words he was supposed to sensor in front of the press. “Thanks. I’ll be quick.”
One by one, Bakugou answered all of their questions. (“How do you feel?” Good. “What are you going to do after?” Shower. And his personal favorite, “Do you have a special someone in your life?” For the millionth time, no.)
So used to the routine, he dozed off answering banal questions with mundane answers, getting frustrated when he found his mind wandering to thoughts of you-- How your hair bounced around your face lit up when you cheered. What the fuck?
Bakugou groaned, cutting his interviews short and booking it to the showers. When he finished, he dried himself off and put a pair of loose shorts he had lying around on.
As he entered his private dressing room, Kirishima was the first to greet him.
“Bakugou!” Kirishima greeted, bouncing over to him with you and Ashido in tow. “Bro, you killed it out there.”
“It was okay.” He huffed as his friend gave him a hug but made no move to shrug him off. “Where’s Ashido?”
“She went to the bathroom with our friend. They should be back soon.”
Their friend, huh? Bakugou folded his arms across his chest.
“Was that the girl?”
Kirishima tilted his head in confusion before giving Katsuki a knowing look.
“Why? You into her?”
“Shut up, Shitty Hair. I was only wondering.”
Kirishima grinned. “She’s a friend from college. Name’s Y/L/N Y/N. Ashido and I haven’t seen her in a while and she was in the area, so we asked if she wanted to come. I’m sure you’ll love her, bro.”
Bakugou grunted. “Whatever.”
As the two of them continued to catch up, Katsuki heard his door open. He made eye contact with you as you walked in with Mina. As he was about to greet the two of them, he felt a nudge on his ribs.
“You might want to put a shirt on, man,” Kirishima whispered, elbowing him. “It’s getting cold and no one wants to see you start nipping.”
“Fuck off, bastard!” he replied crossly. “People would pay to see that.”
Kirishima snickered. “That’s something to be proud of.”
The men shoved each other around before Bakugou rolled his eyes, shrugging on a sleeveless black hoodie.
As he raised his arms above his head, he felt your gaze follow the exposed areas of his toned abdomen. Bakugou met your stare with a raise of his brow, flexing his arms slightly.
When he saw the color flood your cheeks, he smirked to himself. Cute.
“What the fuck, bro?”
He glared at Kirishima, confused. “What?”
“That’s the stupidest fucking sweater I’ve ever seen. I mean-- Where are the sleeves? What’s the point of wearing that--?”
“Shut your fucking mouth--!”
You started laughing. It was a sweet, resonant sound that made him lose track of his words.
Bakugou shut up.
Kirishima suppressed his chortle.
“Is this the greeting I get after not seeing you for almost six months, Katsuki?” Ashido asked dramatically, waving her hand to make her presence known. “Is this what I, one of your closest friends, deserve after years of--?”
“Hi, Ashido,” he interrupted, ruffling her pink hair. “Your dark circles don’t look as bad today.”
She gasped, gently touching her face. “Dark circles?” Mina glared at him, her eyes narrowing into slits. “They don’t look half as bad as your butt fucking ugly sleeveless hoodie, that’s for sure.”
“Why the fuck--!?”
“I think it looks kind of cute,” you interrupted with a giggle.
They turned to you.
Ashido hummed. Kirishima smirked. Bakugou-- He didn’t know what to do.
“Hear that Bakubro? Y/N thinks it’s cute.”
You flushed and Katsuki whacked his friend on the back of his head.
“Shut up, hair-for-brains,” he retorted. Then, he turned to you. Your hair was still tied up, loose strands framing your face in a way that made Bakugou want to curl it around his finger--
What the actual hell? he snapped to himself. Did the punch to the face make him lose some brain cells?
“This is our friend Y/N,” Mina introduced as she and Eijirou exchanged surreptitious glances. “Y/N, this is Bakugou.”
“Hi,” you said with a grin, reaching out to shake his hand. “Nice to meet you. I’ve never watched a boxing match live before and you were so amazing! That final blow you landed caused one hell of a knockout.”
You’re one hell of a knockout, he almost blurted.
“Thanks,” Katsuki said, shrugging your compliment off. For someone who liked attention so much, Bakugou fucking sucked at receiving compliments. “I...It’s good you liked watching it.”
You smiled.
“So, Katsuki. Y/N,” Kirishima said with a cough, turning the attention to himself. “Ashido and I forgot we only had dinner reservations for two.”
Your eyebrows furrowed and Bakugou’s left eye twitched.
“But you told me you called ahead for reservations for four--” you began.
“I lied!”
You blinked.
Katsuki felt his temple throb at the thought of his two idiot friends. What the fuck were they planning?
“We’ll totally make dinner plans for tomorrow!” Mina promised, grinning mischievously at Bakugou. “But for tonight, I’m getting so sleepy.” She fake yawned. “Bird Brain looks tired, too.”
“What the fuck, Ashido?” Kirishima muttered. “Bird Brain--?”
She glared at him and he shut up. “It would be a shame to let the reservation go to waste. But Eijirou and I are just so tired.”
You and Bakugou looked at each other in way that said neither of you were buying it.
Still, Kirishima clapped his hands together as if he had a brilliant idea. “I know! We can just go back to the hotel, and Y/N and Katsuki can go to the restaurant together!”
Bakugou saw you progressively getting more flustered and he felt his own face heating up as well. Those fucking idiots.
“Bakugou even said he’ll pay for it,” Ashido said with a beam. She stared him down through gritted teeth. “Right, Katsuki?”
“I-- What the fuck? I mean, yes, I’ll pay for her, but--”
He tried not to pay attention to how you shyly looked away, toying with a strand of your hair as bit your lip to stop the annoyingly cute smile from spreading on your face.
“You hear that, Y/N?” Kirishima cheered. “It’s a date.”
“We’ll call you tomorrow,” Ashio said as they began to walk out of his room. “The reservation is in an hour! We’ll text you the address. In the meanwhile, I’d change into something nicer.”
Eijirou winked and Mina gave two thumbs up before letting the door shut.
The two of you stared at each other open mouthed for one beat. Two beats.
Your shoulders started shaking in laughter as you pressed your hand against your stomach, wiping a tear away. Bakugou couldn’t help but let out an incredulous snicker of his own.
“What the fuck just happened?” fumed Katsuki.
“I think we just got set up,” you replied, a smile on yourself despite the flushed appearance on your cheeks.
“That was the least subtle way these fuckers could’ve done it,” he huffed. But he was nowhere near as annoyed as he sounded. In fact, Bakugou wasn’t really mad at all. “But, they did get a reservation.”
You nodded. “They did.”
“It’d be stupid to let it go to waste.”
What the was he saying? If they didn’t show, the restaurant would gladly replace them and the group could make another for tomorrow. There was no fucking waste.
But Bakugou couldn’t help himself.
“That would be a shame,” you agreed. Peering up at him through your lashes, you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. “Maybe we should go? You don’t have to actually pay for me--”
“I will.” He turned red at your shocked expression, folding his arms across his chest. “It’s no big deal, or whatever.”
“Right,” you said. But you were grinning.
Katsuki decided he didn’t mind that smile on your face.
After the two of you changed into more appropriate clothing--to which you teased him about the loss of his sleeveless hoodie--you made it to the restaurant with only a minute to spare.
“The reservation is under the name Kirishima,” Bakugou told the worker once they entered the establishment.
Nodding, the worker looked through the names until he landed on Kirishima’s.
“Kirishima, party of four? Right this way, please.”
“Party of four?” you asked under your breath, eyes wide as you placed your hand on Bakugou’s bicep.
He tried his hardest not to flex.
Bakugou swore. “Those fucking idiots.”
But when Katsuki heard your laugh, he realized he wasn’t all that upset. In fact, he was rather glad he could be here with just you.
Even the punch to the cheekbone in the middle of a match was worth it.
