BNHA boys react to their future child coming to the past.
Katsuki Bakugo ver
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You know the one thing Takeo didn't want to do today? Be late to class and have his teacher call his parents again for yet another tardy.
Okay, so maybe he had made a habit of it in the past. Hearing his father scream at him and his mother express her concern in a tone that was considerably softer than his father's still wasn't on his bucket list for today.
He loved his parents but their different approaches to parenting could be overwhelming sometimes, giving him borderline whiplash at others.
Takeo wasn't born like his father was; he wasn't loud, brash, or arrogant. That wasn't something he had ever minded, though. He was a lot more like his mother than he was his old man. His mother and him were cut from a much more similar cloth than anyone else in the family, he found.
He was surrounded by his younger siblings after leaving school every day. No amount of trying to lock himself in a room away from them could ever get them to leave their older brother alone.
He supposed it was normal for younger children to look up to their eldest sibling. He knew they were waiting for him to lead the way and become great like their parents but Takeo truly didn't know if he had it in him.
Sometimes Takeo felt bad. His name, which was given to him by his father, felt like it only stood to mock him. Takeo. Brave warrior. Yeah… right.
The irony stung more with the knowledge that his parents, particularly his father, was waiting for him to prove himself to his family, and to the world. Guilt ate away at his heart every time he thought of his father and his monumental expectations of him.
Takeo had never felt much like his father. Other than the lack of volume he possessed, he wasn't one to show off or to try to make anyone's life harder. Takeo was also born with a similar quirk to his mother's, whereas all of his younger siblings had inherited his father's violent explosion power.
Despite all this, he actually found great comfort in his father. He found that most things, even his old man's constant yelling, could be endured in small doses. But eventually time would catch up and so would his guilt.
Takeo often found himself in trouble at school despite being a quiet boy. It was that same old ultimate cruel trick the universe played on the most unwilling, over and over again. Even when he tried to get everything right, he still ended up late or accidentally forgetting his science project at home, leaving him with a failing grade.
He didn't need them to tell him how disappointed they were in him, because he already knew. He couldn't really blame them. He was disappointed with himself most days, too.
Which was what made this situation even worse.
He was already running late, and as he was pulling his outside shoes off to get his class ones on, and such is the way of the universes cruellest joke he heard a noise not too far away from the main entrance area where he was alone.
Now, Takeo may have been quiet, but he wasn't weak-willed. A sudden, lingering curiosity began to fill him, and his legs began to move on their own. Not towards his classroom on the third floor where he was supposed to be going, but towards the suspect noise that had echoed into the entrance of his school building.
He had no idea why he was doing this. Common sense should have told him that as the child of a top Pro Hero, he was likely in more danger. If whoever or whatever had made that sound was foe and not friend he was surely screwed.
Yet for some strange reason that thought didn't bother him as much as it would have someone else.
Being filled with an odd combination of courage and a sensible hesitation at the same time, he clenched his fists as he neared where the sound had reverberated from, ready to use his quirk at any moment.
It was hard to explain what he was feeling in that moment. One second he was there, and the next, all he could see around him was silver. His body seemed to be frozen as he watched the silver surrounding him swirl around viciously.
The last thing he saw before the whirling obscured his vision was a man, hunched over standing in the shadow of the stairwell, his eyes a depraved oceanic blue.
The sight was enough to send a cold haze all the way around his body.
If he weren't one of the top students at the top of his grade, he would've panicked. But he was. He gave himself some much-needed reassurance as he looked over every detail.
It looked like he was stuck in a twister, but there was no wind, so that couldn't have been it. The silver swirling gave way to some blue and then some green, all swirling and blending in exceptionally with the unique silver.
Any panic and fear he felt drifted away as he saw the end of the spiral appear and move closer to him. Only at the very end did it present any danger, as it forcefully shoved Takeo out of the spiral and onto the hard, solid tarmac.
It vanished as soon as it had appeared. Realising that he must've been hit by a quirk, Takeo quickly rose to try to find his school building, wondering why a villain would bother to break into his school and then send him out of the way instead of killing him. Since when did villains have morals? Deep down he knew he was being dramatic but he felt this was worse. Going out of your way to slightly inconvenience someone? the true pinnacle of evil.
It wasn't long at all before that assumption was shattered into a million tiny fragments.
Call him crazy, but he had a very, very bad feeling about all of this.
Of course it would have been easier for the boy if he had any clue where he was at all.
Getting up off the ground he grimaced as he feels a cool breeze on his elbows where he had caught himself when he fell.
Whelp…
His father was definitely gonna have to buy another replacement school blazer. For a private school, their uniforms weren't exactly versatile in the way the board members thought they were, or they were intentionally made cheap so they could make more money. Takeo really wouldn't put it past them.
Looking around him now, he had no clue where he was. The place felt familiar to him, but so different at the same time.
Everything felt so strange, but before he had time to ponder anymore he heard very familiar yelling from around the corner of where he was.
Relieved, Takeo immediately shakes off any remaining debris that could've gotten on his blazer when he fell onto the floor and began to move quickly to the very familiar sound of his fathers screams.
Not at all expecting that who he was about to see wasn't his father, and he wouldn't be for a very long time.
Summary: Katsuki isn't the type to get drunk. But when he is, it can get real messy. Messy kisses, and messy afterthoughts. (This is not fully NSFW! Just some slight making out, and a little freakiness)
Katsuki doesn’t like getting drunk for two reasons. The first reason is because he’s a Pro Hero and always on the clock. The second reason is that he’s a kissing drunk. You wouldn’t have noticed at first, because he controls himself—until after a celebration party for capturing a devious villain.
You were already ready for bed when the sound of keys jingling and the front door opening told you Katsuki was finally home. You waited for him to do his usual routine: change, shower, eat dinner, and come to bed with you. However, he comes into the bedroom with a seductive, feverish gaze fixed on you. It makes your heart flutter, and your cheeks flush.
Katsuki climbs into bed and wraps his arms around you.
“S… you’re teasing me in this matching set…”
Katsuki’s breath smells like alcohol as he starts to nibble on your ear.
“Kats, what’s got you in the mood?” you tease him. You know he’s a drunk kisser.
“Mmm… can’t I appreciate my partner?” He lifts his head, his gaze flickering from your eyes to your lips.
“I mean, I guessss, but you’re usually never like this…” You place a hand on his cheek.
“Guess I missed your pretty face…” Katsuki smirks before leaning in to kiss you.
The kiss is slow at first—not taking you in, just slow and sensual. Loving. He runs his fingers through your hair and uses his other hand to support your neck. He deepens the kiss by pressing his tongue against your lips, asking for entrance. And you give in.
He kisses you more roughly, and you groan against his lips—his cue to go harder.
His hand moves from your neck to under your top, feeling your warm body, squeezing your side and making you gasp into the kiss.
“Keep making those noises…” he murmurs against your lips.
He swallows you in while slipping off your top, massaging your upper body. Moans and groans spill between the two of you. You slide your hands over his chest, teasing him through his costume. That only turns him on more.
Eventually, he pulls away. Both of your faces are flushed, your top discarded, and he smirks at you.
“Fuck… you’re so sexy…” he growls.
“Kats, you’re a drunk kisser,” you chuckle.
“Well, tonight, there’s gonna be more than kissing…” He reaches to strip off his costume.
Sypnosis: You were badly injured during a mission and landed in a coma. Bakugo has been by your side till the moment you woke up, and is currently taking care of you.
Warnings: angst, mentions of near death, mentions of hospital.
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You sigh loudly as you walk into your home. The air tense as Bakugo carried your luggage from the car into the house.
You had just came back from a long stay at the hospital, in a short coma for your careless mistake during a mission.
Bakugo hasn't had a conversation with you since you became conscious. He's just been giving nods and short responses, almost like he was avoiding talking to you at all. Was he angry that you put your life on the line during that mission?
The fact that he wasn't letting you do anything yourself started to irritate you too. You couldn't even lift your luggage without him grabbing it from you and mumbling something like "You'll get hurt"
You felt guilty for everything of course. Especially when you found out he's been by your bedside ever since you were admitted. During that time he wasn't taking care of himself either. You could tell from his eyebags and pale skin.
You sigh audibly, strolling into the house while Bakugo brought the luggage behind you. The air was so tense you could almost see it.
He strolls over to the kitchen pulling out 2 already-made dinners considering it was too late to cook anything.
"I'm not hungry" you voiced softly, walking past him and towards the stairs.
Not before he stopped right in front of you, blocking your path. "You're going to eat" he asserted.
"I said that I'm not hungry" you said with more emphasis, bubbling with anger by the minute as you tried to push past him but he didn't budge.
"And I wasn't asking" he outstretched the warm food towards you.
"Why are you being like this?" You narrowed your eyes at him. "Everything's ok so I don't understa-"
"It's not ok!" Katsuki snapped. For a moment everything was silent, except for the clattering utensils on the marble floor. The food he had warmed earlier was now scattered across the ground.
His chest was heaving slightly and you could tell he was agitated. Both of you kept eye contact, waiting for someone to make the first move.
"I was the one who carried your bloody body to the hospital" he started lowly, his Addams apple shifting uncomfortably.
"I was the one-" he pointed a finger roughly to his chest "Who felt you go limp in my arms"
He looked away from you, and you saw the shimmer of his eyes. Tears threatening to pool out of them but he held back. "I saw you die"
"I'm right here Katsuki" you inched closer to him pulling his muscular body into a hug.
He was shaking violently, his arms stiff and heart thumping wildly.
You caressed his back soothingly, trying to hold back your tears as you realized how difficult this must've been for him. Watching you on a hospital bed every wondering if you're even going to make it.
He took another deep breath, to prepare for what he was about to say. Tears were falling freely from his face. He held onto you like his life depended on it. Like if he let go he'd lose you again.
"Your heart...it stopped" his voice broke and your chest pained at that. "The doctors almost weren't able to bring you back"
He couldn't even bring himself to look at you, because every time he did, the image of various wires and tubes through your body came to mind.
His knees buckled and you held onto him when they reached the floor. " You were put on a ventilator and I thought you weren't going to -" he paused tears finally pouring out his eyes as you held him. He buried his face into your shoulder, his body trembling from his sobs.
"Hey," you said softly holding his cheek and wiping his tears "I'm right here ok?"
For the past few weeks this had been killing him on the inside. The thought that you weren't going to make it. The doctors were constantly telling him that you're heart was too weak and you weren't going to wake up.
He'd always yell at them and order them to do everything they could to save you. He'd cry at your bedside, holding onto your hand wishing you'd just wake up.
"I'm not going anywhere" you choked on a cry "I promise"
Tears flowed down your cheeks and you held him tighter, rubbing soothing circles onto his back while he sobbed. He held you even closer, the feeling of your warmth bringing him at ease. The feeling of your reassurance putting his mind at rest.
