#class 1a

[zira-draws]

getting off work with friends

[dookiedoodles]

Bkdk bkdk bkdk

[thecottageasf]

⟢ boyfriend!bakugo who will wake up whenever you try to leave his hold in the morning, “where are you going?”

⟢ boyfriend!bakugo who will memorize your drink orders and always make sure they’re correct before giving it to you (i think he’ll even try a sip of it)

⟢ boyfriend!bakugo makes sure you’re always on the right side of the sidewalk (the side farthest from the road)

⟢ boyfriend!bakugo who acts like he doesn’t care when you show affection but he loves it and doesn’t want you to stop

⟢ boyfriend!bakugo gets mad when you open your own doors, “that’s what i’m here for!”

⟢ boyfriend!bakugo will buy you anything you look at for longer than 5 seconds. he loves spoiling you.

⟢ boyfriend!bakugo definitely has a playlist of songs that remind him of you and/or he loves making out/fucking to

⟢ boyfriend!bakugo makes sure his hands are always warm in the winter incase yours get cold. i also feel like he’d just grab your hand claiming “your hands are cold.” just so he can hold them.

⟢ boyfriend!bakugo who learns exactly where to kiss you and how you like it

⟢ boyfriend!bakugo who loves having nasty sex but the sweetest and softest aftercare. waiting on you hand and foot getting you everything you need without you even asking.

⟢ boyfriend!bakugo who claims he doesn’t care if you want to top and take control but quickly becomes a mess when you do. i mean moaning/groaning and even whimpering at times cause you’re just too good at it.

⟢ boyfriend!bakugo will for sure push down on your stomach while fucking to make sure you feel it. he also loves the idea of being able to feel himself while inside it makes him fuck you harder tbh

[ssshya]

Imagine this.

You were one of the second-year students at U.A.— someone people naturally looked up to. Known for your intelligence, kindness, and quiet grace, you carried yourself with a kind of calm confidence that earned respect from teachers, seniors, and even underclassmen.

And for some reason, that strangely irritated Bakugou. He didn’t know why...

Maybe it was the way you smiled so easily, as everything came naturally to you. Or maybe it was because of that one time in the park, during a random training match, where he lost to you. Not by luck. Not by accident… You beat him.

“Tch.” Yeah. Maybe that was definitely part of it.

“Oi, Bakugou, just do it!”

“I said no, damn it!”

His voice echoed through the hallway, making a few nearby students flinch.

“Sorry, sorry!” Kirishima quickly apologized, grabbing Bakugou’s arm before he could explode any further. “Come on, Bakugo,” Mina joined in, grinning. “You just have to say it once. Then it’s over.”

“Besides,” she added with a teasing wink, “we’ve seen the way you look at her.”

Bakugou froze. Then—

“THE HELL YOU MEAN BY THAT?!”

“Chill, dude!” Kaminari laughed nervously. “She’ll reject you anyway!”

“…Then why the hell do I have to do it?!”

“You can just say it’s a prank after!” Kaminari shot back. Bakugou clicked his tongue, already pissed. ‘Extras. All of them.’

A little while later, he found himself stalking down the hallway, hands shoved in his pockets. “Tch… stupid dare…” He could still hear their voices. She’ll reject you anyway.

“…Yeah. Obviously.” So why the hell was he overthinking it?

He found you in one of the quieter practice rooms. The door was slightly open. And before he could announce himself, he stopped. You were inside, standing near the window, a violin resting against your shoulder. The soft melody filled the room, steady and calm, which was completely different from the noise he was used to.

Bakugou didn’t move. Didn’t speak. He just… listened.

Then the music stopped. You turned, and your eyes met his. And just like always—

You smiled. “Tch.”

“Is there something you need, Bakugou?” you asked, gently placing the violin back into its case. “…Didn’t know you played,” he muttered, stepping inside.

“I do, sometimes. It helps with stress.” He scoffed. “Stress? You? Yeah, right. Miss Perfect getting stressed now?” You let out a soft laugh— not offended, just amused.

“Even I get tired.” “…Whatever.” He dropped into a nearby chair, leaving a bit of space between you. Silence settled, but it wasn’t awkward. That alone made him uneasy. ‘Why the hell am I still here?’

The dare.

Right. He clicked his tongue, irritation rising again.

“Oi.” You looked at him. “I gotta say something.” You tilted your head slightly, waiting. He clicked his tongue again.  “…Don’t get the wrong idea,” he added quickly, looking away. “I’m not doing this because I want to.” ““…Okay?” you said, amused.

“I just…” He stopped, jaw tightening. “I like you. There. Done.” He immediately turned, already halfway to the door. “Wait.” He froze. Didn’t turn around. “If you’re confessing,” you said softly, “at least look at me.” “…Tch.” After a second, he glanced back— clearly annoyed and flustered. “And why the hell would I do that? You’re just gonna reject me anyway.” “Why are you so sure?” You asked back. “Because I don’t—” he gestured vaguely, frustrated, “—do this kind of crap. And you don’t even like me.” There was a pause.

Then—

“Who said I didn’t?”

That made him turn fully. You were smiling but this time, it wasn’t just polite. It felt… real. “You always catch my attention too.” Bakugou stared. “…You’re messing with me.” “I’m not.” Another pause. “…Tch.” He looked away again, ears slightly red. “You’ve got weird taste.” You laughed softly. “Maybe.”

“…So, what then?” he muttered. “That means you’re saying yes?” “If you’re serious.” He huffed. “…I don’t joke about crap like that.”

And somehow… That’s how you ended up sitting across from him in a café two weeks later. Bakugou still didn’t understand how things progressed this far. You accepted. You actually accepted. “…This is weird,” he muttered. You smiled. “A little.” “Tch.” But he didn’t leave.

A month later, news spread through Class 1-A like wildfire. Bakugou is dating you? “No way!” “ARE YOU SERIOUS?!” “BRO, WHAT?!” Bakugou just glared at all of them. “Shut up, extras!” But the slight redness on his ears said enough.

[casuallamppastapizza]

Kiss

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[myheromedia]

Horikoshi illustration for the final Team Up Missions volume

[thena0315]

Class A Eight Years Later

[dahliaasxoxo]

Special Power

The only person that Katsuki Bakugou listens to is you and everyone in Class 1-A uses that to their advantage.

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The first day of UA Academy arrived with a sky split open by rain. Sheets of water crashed against the courtyard pavement, turning the cobblestones slick and shimmering under the gray dawn.

Students in crisp new uniforms dashed beneath umbrellas, soaked at the shoulders and thighs, laughing and cursing as they scrambled toward the towering entrance of the UA Academy building.

But you? You walked through the storm untouched.

Not a droplet touched your hair. Not a bead of water clung to your uniform shoulders. A gentle, invisible dome of air encased your head and torso—your quirk, effortless and silent, parting the deluge like Moses and the Red Sea.

You didn’t think about it. You rarely did. Controlling air was second nature, like breathing. The other elements—earth, fire, water—lay dormant beneath your skin, powerful and untamed.

But you only ever used air. It was yours. Personal. A secret shield. A silent rebellion.

You stepped into Class 1-A, your shoes dry against the linoleum, and the noise hit you first.

“—DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH ME, SHITTY DEKU! YOU’RE NOT WORTH BEING IN THIS CLASS, LET ALONE BREATHING THE SAME AIR AS ME!”

Bakugou Katsuki’s voice cracked like a thunderclap, raw and electric, filling the room with violence in tone if not in action. He stood in the center of the classroom, fists clenched at his sides, sparks popping in his palms.

His crimson eyes burned into Izuku Midoriya, who stood frozen, hands raised, his freckled face pale with humiliation.

And you hated him already.

You hated the way he spat Deku’s nickname like it was garbage. Hated the sneer on his lips, the way his shoulders hunched forward like a coiled spring of arrogance and entitlement.

Hated that he thought strength meant cruelty. That he thought respect was something you could demand instead of earn.

Without thinking, you stepped forward.

Your air quirk shifted. A soft gust swept through the classroom, rustling papers and flipping the hem of Bakugou’s jacket. It wasn’t enough to hurt—just enough to interrupt. Enough to make him whip his head toward you, pupils narrowing.

You didn’t flinch.

“Real classy,” you said, voice cool, steady. “First day of school and you’re already terrorizing your classmates. Hero material for sure.”

His eyes locked onto yours—those jagged, wild eyes that seemed to gleam with unspent explosions. For a second, you thought he’d lunge. But then something strange flickered across his expression. Interest. Recognition.

He smirked.

“Oh?” he sneered, stepping closer. “Another freak with a flashy quirk trying to play hero by picking fights? What are you gonna do, huh? Blow me away?”

You raised an eyebrow. “I could. But I’d rather not ruin the floor. Might make you slip on your own ego.”

The class gasped. Snickers bubbled up from some corners—Kirishima grinned behind his hand, Mina whistled low. But Bakugou didn’t laugh. He stared at you. Really stared. Like he was dissecting your soul.

Then, suddenly, he chuckled. A low, rough sound, almost like static.

“You’ve got guts,” he said, voice dropping an octave. “I’ll give you that.”

And then, to your surprise—he walked away.

Sat back in his seat. Slouched in his chair like a king on a broken throne. But his eyes stayed on you. Tracking you as you took your seat near the window.

You ignored him.

You do not care, you told yourself. He’s just another loudmouth with a superiority complex and zero self-awareness.

But the truth was, you felt his gaze. Like a heat press on your skin. And when your quirk flickered instinctively—sending a subtle breeze to cool the back of your neck—you knew he noticed.

Because his lips curled again.

And that’s how it began. . . .

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