BAKUGOU watching you from his peripheral as you finish reapplying your strawberry pink colored lip gloss. once finished, you smack your lips together with a resounding 'pop' that makes him turn to face you. feeling his eyes on you, you turn your head to meet his gaze but he isn't looking at you so much as he is staring straight at your newly pink glossed lips. bakugou loves when you wear pretty girly lip glosses that just makes your lips look so delectable.
"what is it?" you ask, bringing your hand up to the corner of your mouth. "is it on my face?"
his eyes flicker up to yours for a second before he relaxes back on your bed. "no."
you move to appear above his face. "so what's up then? why you staring, freak?"
bakugou doesn't register what you just said, too busy admiring the way you pull your lips into a glossy pout. all he can think of his how pretty the sight above him is and it takes everything in him to not pull you onto him to kiss your freshly applied lip gloss off. but he knows you hate when he does that, saying that it's a waste because you spend your money on your lip products. your words finally register and he sits up, scowling. "what'd you say, dumbass?"
you grab your gloss and wave it in front of him, smiling cheekily. "you want to try it?"
"i am not putting your lip gloss on," grunts bakugou.
"why not? it's electric bubblegum blush flavoured! and you would look so very pretty."
"that is not a flavour," he deadpans.
"sure it is, want proof?" bakugou thinks about tasting your lip gloss on his tongue and because of your teasing it's all he can think about doing. who cares if you hate when he 'wastes' your make up? he'll just buy you another one.
when you begin to unscrew your lip gloss he moves and grabs your face, suddenly pulling your lips to his. he kisses you roughly and you immediately melt into his kiss, moving your mouth against his. you feel your lip gloss rubbing off and bakugou pulls away, running his tongue over his bottom lip.
synopsis. working part-time at the local bakery was supposed to be simple: balancing high-school, late night-shifts, and keeping it all under control. but everything changes when UA student katsuki bakugou walks through the door and saves you from a villain. afterwards, he starts showing up regularly. despite being from two different worlds, you can't help but grow closer, one warm pastry at a time.
content warnings. cussing, violence.
word count. 2.1k
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THE SHRILL BLARE OF THE ALARM CLOCK CUT THROUGH THE QUIET OF THE MORNING, DRAGGING Y/N OUT OF HER PEACEFUL SLEEP. She groaned softly, her hand fumbling across the bedside table until she silenced the noise. Sunlight filtered through her curtains, casting a soft light on her entire room. With a heavy sigh, she sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. Another ordinary day.
Y/N led a relatively normal life in Musutafu, Japan--the heart of Japan's top hero agencies and home to the prestigious UA academy. She had grown up idolizing pro heroes for their courage and unyielding sense of justice. Like many others, she dreamed of joining their ranks one day. But her quirk lacked the flashy appeal or raw power required to pursue such a path.
Her quirk is called Serenity. When activated, she is able to emit a calming aura that soothes individuals near her. Nothing flashy or special, so at a young age, she gave up that dream of becoming a hero. Instead, she focused on living a quiet life--studying, working at the bakery, and helping her father.
After her usual morning routine, Y/N padded softly into the kitchen of the modest apartment that she shared with her father. The space was small but homey, filled with mismatched furniture, potted plants, and faint traces of her late mother's influence in the some of the decor.
Her father, a kind and gentle man who worked long hours as a trucker to make due, was still asleep in his room. She made sure to keep the TV volume low as she flipped it on for some background noise.
"...shocking news as UA High School recovers from an attack on their facility known as the USJ," the reporter announced. "A group of some attackers calling themselves the League of Villains attempted to ambush students and faculty during a training session..."
Y/N frowned as she listened to the news, her hands opening the fridge door. "UA students were attacked...?" she murmured to herself. "That's so scary."
The teenage girl returned her focus to making breakfast--something she does every morning for her and her father. As she scanned the contents of the fridge, she decided that pancakes seemed like the perfect dish to make. Cooking and baking had always brought her a sense of peace, a passion passed down from her mother.
When the pancakes were done, she plated them neatly, and sat down at the counter to eat her food. Once finished, she directed her attention to her father's still food. An idea popped into her head, one in which she went in search for a piece of paper and pen. When acquired, she leaned over the countertop and found herself scribbling a sweet note to her dad on there. Something small to brighten up his day.
Finally, she completed it with a stick-figure drawing of the two. The girl capped the pan and stood back, admiring her work. She looked up, a smile plastered on her face, and her eyes flickered to the clock.
"Oh no, I'm going to be late!"
Y/N's steps fell into a familiar rhythm as she walked to her usual seat by the window in the back of the class. She wasn't particularly the loudest, but she made sure to greet her classmates with a smile and soft hellos. She slid into her seat and prepared for class to start. The day passed by in a blur of lectures and notes, the monotony broken only by her friends lively chattering during lunch.
"Did you hear about the attack on UA's USJ?" one of them asked, leaning forward with wide eyes. "Apparently it was a group of villains! Like, actual villains!"
"I did! I heard that just a few were injured, but still, UA should really improve their security," another chimed in, shaking her head.
"All the students were first-years like us, too! Can you imagine being in the middle of that?" The first friend pressed, looking at Y/N.
Y/N hesitated, sipping her strawberry milk. "…I'm just glad everyone made it out okay."
She tuned into the conversation every now and then. UA and its students felt like a world away from their guys' mundane lives, even if they were technically their neighbors. The school was just a couple miles away. She didn't envy the UA students--she preferred her quiet life, even if it wasn't as exciting.
"I bet you would've pissed your pants!" one of her friends said, directed towards the other one.
"Hey! No I wouldn't have!"
When the final bell rang, Y/N swiftly gathered her things and waved goodbye to her friends. Her next destination was the bakery, her favorite part of the day.
The walk was pretty calm, but the bakery was even calmer. It was a cozy, unassuming place tucked away on the edge of the hill. Its walls were painted a soft cream color, and the smell of fresh bread and sugar greeted Y/N as she stepped inside.
"Hey, you're here!" Aiko, one of her coworkers, called from behind the counter. She was already tying up a box of pastries for a customer.
"Of course," Y/N replied with a soft smile, tying on her apron and pinning her long hair into a messy bun behind her head. After putting away her school bag in the back, she joined Aiko at the counter. "I'm nothing if not punctual."
Aiko turned towards the younger girl. "You're so hard-working, you know that right? I have no clue how you balance everything." She glanced at her watch. "Speaking of hard-work, it's time for me to clock out. I've got class."
Y/N chuckled, her cheeks flushing at the college student's praise. "I just do what I can."
Aiko squeezed the younger girl's shoulder as she walked past her. "You got it from here!" She said, getting her bag and making her way out with a wave.
The shift started slow, with a few regulars popping in for their usual orders. Y/N kept busy tending to the customers and restocking shelves, baking pastries and doing homework when she got the chance, her movements graceful and practiced.
Around five o'clock is when the post-school rush began. Students from nearby schools crowd in, laughing and chatting as they placed their orders. Tired adults shuffled through for a quick pick-me-up.
Just as the chaos began to die down, the bell above the door jingled again. Y/N turned to see a man enter, his broad frame covered in tattoos and his face set in a deep scowl. His sharp eyes darted around the bakery, landing briefly on Y/N before he started towards the counter. Although not much crime occurred in this specific area as it was so close to an academy filled with heroes, sometimes Y/N would witness villains and their violent behaviors when walking on the streets. It was uncommon, but not rare.
"Good afternoon, sir," Y/N greeted softly, offering her usual shy smile despite the unease curling in her chest. "What can I help you with?"
The guy pointed at a few items on the shelves, which she carefully boxed and bagged.
"Would that be all for you?" She asked, the bag in hand.
He grunted. "Yeah, just hurry it up," the man said, crossing his arms over his chest. It is then than the girl noticed his sharp teeth and nails. It must be his quirk.
She placed the bag on the counter. "That'll be 400 yen."
Instead of paying, the man leaned forward, his expression darkening. "Actually, how about you just hand it over for free?"
Y/N stammered. "I'm sorry sir," she said quietly, "We don't--"
"Don't waste my time," the man growled, his tone dropping to a dangerous low. His arms unfolded, and he activated his quirk, making his claws grow larger. "Unless you want trouble, you'll hand over the money in the register too."
The younger girl's heart pounded in her chest as fear took hold. But she didn't let the situation panic her. Instead, her calm nature and quick thinking led her to activate her quirk. Her eyes shone a soft shade of blue as her serene abilities radiated outwards towards the villain.
"Are you playing games with me?" The guy angrily says, stumbling as he began to step forward.
Before she could finish using her quirk, the doorbell jingled again. Her breath hitched when she saw the figure stepping inside.
A boy, roughly her age, entered, his spiky blond hair catching the evening light. His hands were tucked in the pockets of his uniform, which Y/N instantly recognized as UA High School's. His voice, loud and dripping with arrogance cut through the tense air. "What's with all the yelling? Can't a guy grab a snack without hearing some loser whining?"
The man froze, his eyes narrowing as he got a good look at the blond haired student. Recognition flickered across his face, followed by a sneer. "Well look who it is. You're that brat, aren't you? The one who got attacked by that sludge guy?"
A look of annoyance and anger made its way across the blond's face. "Shut the hell up before I murder you!" The blond snapped, his voice cutting through the bakery, which by now was empty, besides the three of them--everyone else had fled in fear.
Y/N's eyes darted between the two, confusion and tension mounting. She had no idea what the man was talking about, but the boy's sharp eyes narrowed dangerously. Even though he wore the uniform from UA, Y/N got fearful that he, too, was a villain in disguise, based on his attitude.
"Don't get cocky, kid," the villain said, as he cracked his knuckles. He noticed the uniform. "You might go to a hero school, but you're just a kid with a big mouth."
The cocky young boy scoffed, his hand crackling with small explosions. "You think you're better than me? I'll fucking show you!"
Before the man could react, the blond launched forward, an explosion erupting from his palm towards the villain'. Y/N gasped, ducking behind the counter as the man stumbled back, clutching at his stomach.
"You little--!" The villain snarled, with a cough. He lunged towards the UA student with his claws outspread. But the younger boy was faster.
Another blast sent the man crashing into the display case of pastries, scattering crumbs and frosting everywhere. Y/N shielded her face from the blow. The villain groaned, struggling to stand, but the blond grabbed him by the collar and yanked him up, a fierce look painted across his face.
"Get lost, scumbag. Unless you want me to finish this." The crimson-eyed boy barked, sparks forming in his free hand.
The man glared at him, but the sound of distant sirens made him hesitate. One of the customers must've called the police. With a final grunt, he yanked himself free and bolted out the door.
Y/N emerged cautiously, surveying the damage with wide eyes. "What just happened?" She managed out, still in some shock at what she just witnessed.
"Tch. What a waste of time." The boy mumbled to himself, brushing the crumbs off of his uniform. He turned to her, his eyes flickering to her name tag. Y/N. "Hey. You work here?" He grumbled.
"Y-yeah, I do." she stammered.
"Give me a strawberry tart."
Despite the chaos that just ensued, he was asking for a pastry, and she couldn't help but smile or refuse the guy who saved her, even though he made a huge mess in doing so. "Sure," she chuckled. "It's on the house."
"Whatever," he said, looking around, taking in the state of the bakery. "Clean this place up before your boss yells at you or something."
"Yeah, I will." She sighed as she worked on his tart. "Looks like I got my work cut out for me."
The spiky-haired boy stood silently, his foot tapping impatiently. He glanced around the bakery, looking at all the decorations. He finally turned towards the girl and watched as she prepared the tart. He couldn't help but stare at the way her hair had been perfectly messed up, the blue of her eyes, and the flour and frosting that dusted her cheeks.
"Okay. Here you go." Y/N said, handing the pastry to him.
He grabbed the boxed tart from her hands, their fingers briefly brushing. She looked up at him, a shy smile on her face. He scoffed and turned around, heading towards the door.
"Wait," Y/N said, "What's your name?"
He paused by the door. "Bakugou."
She softly smiled. "Thanks, Bakugou."
He scoffed and left, the box in hand.
Y/N exhaled deeply, looking around at the wreckage as the fiery boy left the bakery. Little did she know, her mundane life was about to get so much more interesting.
author’s notes. thank u for reading <33 first chapter! i'm so excited!! this is my first time writing anything on this platform, so please feel free to leave constructive criticism. any support is appreciated!
The afternoon sun filtered through the window, casting a warm glow over the cluttered desk where you sat, absorbed in your studies. Exams were coming soon and to be honest, everyone was scared about them. As you flipped through the pages of your textbook, trying to focus on the equations in front of you, a soft knock on the door interrupted your concentration.
"Come in," you called out, expecting one of your roommates.
The door creaked open, and you looked up to see Todoroki standing there, his dual-colored hair falling gently over his forehead. His expression was unreadable as usual, but there was something in his eyes, a glint of uncertainty perhaps.
"Hey, Todoroki. What's up?" you greeted him, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.
"Um, I was wondering if you're free later," he said, his voice slightly hesitant as if he wasn't sure as to what he was saying.
You raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his request. "Sure, I don't have any plans. Why, what's going on?"
He shifted on his feet, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. "I was thinking... maybe we could go grab some coffee together?"
Your heart skipped a beat at his suggestion. To be honest, You had a small huge crush on him for a while. Momo and Ochaco had just laughed saying that it was practically impossible that Shoto would ever like you back. Todoroki rarely initiated outings, especially not something as casual as getting coffee. "That.. That sounds great. I'd love to," you replied, trying to keep your excitement in check and not accidently squeal in front of him and do your happy dance.
As you walked to the nearby café, the air between you was charged with a strange tension. Todoroki seemed lost in thought, and you couldn't shake off the feeling that there was something important he wanted to discuss.
When you reached the café, you ordered your drinks and found a quiet corner to sit. The atmosphere was cozy, with soft music playing in the background, but the silence between you felt heavy.
Finally, Todoroki cleared his throat, breaking the quietude. "I... I wanted to talk to you about something," he began, his gaze fixed on his cup of coffee.
You nodded encouragingly, giving him the space to speak.
"It's... It's about... us," he said, his words hesitant but filled with determination.
Your heart skipped a beat at his admission. But.. there was no way. THE Shoto Todoroki who was always so clueless about normal teenager things would never.
"Us?" you echoed, trying to hide the hopeful tone in your voice.
Todoroki took a deep breath before continuing, his gaze meeting yours. "I... I've realized that... I care about you a lot. More than I thought I would," he confessed, his cheeks flushing slightly.
Your cheeks practically turned as red as a tomato and you couldn't help but let out a huge shout. "WHAT?!"
Todoroki flinched a bit at it. "D-Did I say something wrong...?" He looked at you awkwardly and you practically gave yourself a hard mental slap. Greaaatt y/n. Great job on fucking embarrassing yourself in front of the man you liked.
"Wait- nononono No! Y-You spoke great! Wait I mean no! I care about you so much too Todoroki!" You gave yourself another mental slap, thinking about how dumb and childish that must've sounded. You coughed as if to clear your throat and made your pathetic attempt to sound professional. "I-I mean I care about you too."
His expression softened, a small smile gracing his lips. He loved how cute you looked all flustered and struggling to talk. "I'm glad," he murmured, his eyes holding yours in a tender gaze.
As you sat there, lost in each other's eyes, you realized that this was just the beginning of something beautiful.
Warnings: angst with kind of fluff at the end, no smut, Katsuki is a hero and Y/N is a villain, Y/N is dead, prob spelling and grammar mistakes just ignore them, threats, bakugo is a crybaby.
Summary: Katsuki hates everyone but the hatred he has for you is no comparison to others. Or at least he thought so but your sudden death makes him see things differently.
The blonde hero fell to his knees as he watched the scene unravel in frond of him. The battle was finally over. The war was over. The rain washed your blood-covered body as it laid dead on the cold stoned street. Above you, the green-haired hero was standing with blood all over his body. His eyes turned to look at his friend, kneeled on the ground, trying to catch his breath as the sensation of safety finally came back to the city. You, the great villain mastermind, were finally dead on the ground. The city was finally safe again.
Red eyes locked on your figure, trying to comprehend that they won the battle. Katsuki’s head fell back, letting the rain touch his tired face as he waited for the pro heroes to arrive. Izuku’s eyes were back on your dead figure. With his one knee on the ground, he lowered his body and with his hand he slowly turned your head to the side where katsuki was kneeling. The red eyes of the blond hero find your lifeless ones, bringing a weird feeling to his stomach.
Bakugo watched as the pro heroes and rescuers searched for victims and wounded citizens, feeling completely empty. Katsuki’s tired body was hurting with even the slightest move, making it impossible for him to move and help the other heroes. His thoughts were clouded as he observed your body being moved to one of the big vans that the heroes used. The blond hero’s head fell back once again. This time his heavily wounded body followed, falling with his back on the stoned ground and loosing consciousness.
The only thing in his head was a memory of you, corned with your back to the wall and Katsuki’s hand on your neck as he swore on his life that he would be the one to take your life away. He never thought the day that he would watch you fall on the ground, could actually come.
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…“Kacchan?.. are you okay?..”
…“Bakugo are you feeling good?”
…“Bakugo you’re not alright..”
…“Bakugo-kun you’ve changed..”
…“Bakugo-kun you’ve become distant..”
…“Kacchan.. you don’t talk to anyone anymore..”
As the months passed, nothing came out of their mouths except of how much the blond hero was distancing himself. They could see something was wrong but no one ever got to actually find out what was on his mind. And no one ever could.. he didn’t even know.. the only thing that felt right to him was thinking about your last moment with him. There were night when he would throw things across his room out of anger and betrayal. How dare you die on him? The sounds of glass or other materials being thrown and crashing onto his door or wall, echoed through the building. Kirishima and kaminari would check up on him through the night to make sure everything was alright.
Everyone could see that he wasn’t feeling good. Aizawa-sensei decided that it would be good for Katsuki to go on patrol one night, to feel the fresh air on his tired face. The blond hero wanted to stay on his cold and empty room once again but Aizawa didn’t gave him that option. Once the cold air hit his face, his mind started playing the memory of you falling on the cold ground with blood all over your body, like a movie scene. As he wondered around the city, he came across the place he saw you for the last time. Something like a villain attack or his sixth sense must have led him there for a second time. Or so he thought.. He never admitted that, what had led him there, was non other but his own feelings.
Red eyes staring at the barely visible blood stained tiled ground, where you laid dead in what feels like last night to him. With slow steps, he approached the red-like spot on the street, feeling the tears that were building up on his now, dark red eyes. The blond hero kneeled upon the blood covered smudge, sensing his own body start to tremble as he placed his two hands on the frond of his knees. His jaw tightened, trying to keep his mouth shut and not let the words that were screaming inside his head fall from his lips. The tears that he tried so hard to keep, finally fell on his cheeks. The unbearable pain he felt in his heart, washed over him like a flood that he could no longer keep inside of him.
“Why the hell am I hurting so much?.. it’s-.. it’s your fucking fault y/n.. you fucking promised me you wouldn’t die that easily!!..” the words fell from his lips and stabbed him straight on his heart like the sharpest swords. The numbness he usually felt inside his heart was now replaced by insufferable pain. How could he ever believe that your death would cost him so much?..
The night visits on the unpopular stained street by the blond hero were now regular. With each visit he would leave behind new tear stains and your favoured coloured flowers. Katsuki would come and “see” you with every chance given. He would tell you how his day or week went, how much stronger Izuku has become, every new move of his, every new feature on his hero costume and every now and then, how much he hated that he loved you or how much he despited that you were the only thing in his mind, in hopes you would walk out of the shadows to kick his ass for being so stupid to fall for a villain.
Five months have now passed since your death and three month of Katsuki secretly mourning and hoping this was all part of your plan. A plan where you were alive and hiding in the dark, watching the blind hero finally being honest with himself and his feelings. Katsuki was once again “talking” to you but this time, he was different. He was almost completely quiet. He just looked at the sky, his eyes filled with tears falling on each side of his beautiful and exhausted face.
“It’s been three fucking months.. fuck.. three months am standing right here, hoping you would be somewhere out there.. I’m fucking loosing my self!!.. IM LOOSING MY MIND!! Fu- fucking shit.. IM FUCK- I LOST YOU!.. WHY WOULD YOU FUCKING LEAVE ME?!.. WH-.. why?..” his voice breaking as he shouted on the now, invisible blood stain on the ground. His heart shattered as he finally started believing that you were actually dead and him thinking and waiting otherwise, would only make him worse.
“I promised, katsu..”
Everything froze. The blond hero stands still, kneeled on the ground as he heard a voice he could recognise from miles away. Your voice.
“Y/n?..” he questioned in disbelief. His body couldn’t move in fear you weren’t actually there. If he looked behind him, there was a chance he was actually loosing his mind and that would actually break him.
A warm hand on his cheek swooped away all the fear from his heart and mind. With your thumb on his chin and the palm of your hand on his tired face, you slowly turned his head to the side, letting him see that you are real. Red eyes looking up and down your figure and in a mater of seconds the blond hero, your greatest enemy, was breathily crying in your hold.
“I promised you, katsu.. I won’t die that easily..” And with that, the hero abruptly stood up from his kneeling position and circled his hands around your waist as his crying face hid on your shoulder. His hold so tight in fear you would disappear again if he let you for even a second. Your hands found place around his shoulders, holding him close and finally letting yourself melt in his arms.
He now knows, he could never live without you and you never could either.
genres: fanfic, smut, [p with a sprinkle of plot], drabble series
word count: 1.2k
warnings: MINORS GET OUT!!! dub-con (both aren’t sober), afab/f!reader, tiny mention of drugs, implied infidelity, hawks & his heat problems, mirror sex, marking, unprotected sex, unrealistic sex, overstimulation [would it be my fic if there wasn’t any], copious amounts of cum, cervix fucking [shameful i know], heavy breeding kink, a lot of creampies, and implied impregnation [that will be dealt with in the otherother drabbles because we do not condone mistakes guys!!].
series masterlist: N.S.F.W
+a/n: one day, i’ll have a fic without creampies… one day 😔.
++ “look at you, little dove… you were fucking made for me.”
drabble one - ‘forgetting something?’
hero!hawks that ends up finding assistant!reader in a nightclub and engages in certain inappropriate acts with them, accidentally triggering his heat. one sniff of the club’s air and he realises you’re ovulating… and, of course, he ends up fucking you dumb in the club’s bathroom, breeding you like tomorrow doesn’t exist.
but… he’s forgetting something.
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keigo didn’t remember.
he didn’t remember how you’d found each other in this club— the hero and his assistant, both high on ecstasy. he didn’t remember how it was the way you were grinding on him that triggered his heat that wasn’t due for another 2 weeks. he didn’t remember how it took only one sniff of your fertile body before he was dragging you away to the bathroom and fucking you like you were his.
but that didn’t matter.
“h-hawks!” you cried out, slapping a hand onto the tiny bathroom’s mirror to steady yourself against his constant and desperate pounding. your pleads and moans only seemed to drive him further into his mania, fucking his cum deeper into your stuffed cunt.
you could feel his cum sloshing around your womb already.
panting, he let his eyes drop away from you in the mirror and fall to the vivid evidence of your breeding.
it was so crude. how your creaming cunt swallowed his cock as he drove into you and how it clung to him as he drove out of you, moaning lewd squelches; how his seed spluttered out of your pussy with every thrust; how you both sloppily joined together as one.
“oh god.”
it was everything to hawks.
the hero’s clouded vision dragged up your body to the base of your neck. obviously, you were unmarked. he didn’t even think you knew about marking or any his quirk’s shit. but still, mind shrouded in primal instinct, keigo felt a unbearable ache in his gums. it was a tempting burn, it dragged him towards your virgin skin.
somewhere behind the heat in his mind, he was on his knees— begging himself to not do it; to not forget what he was already forgetting.
but hawks was never one to listen.
his mouth clamped down on your skin, canines breaking through your claimed flesh, and he marked you.
unaware of the consequences behind his actions, he slurred a moan on your tainted skin and his drooping eyes beamed up at yours in the mirror with a drunken smile.
naturally, a wail tore out of your throat at the stabbing sensation burning your neck, and your body fell forward, away from the mad man. but keigo was quick to cross a hand over your chest and drag you back down his cock, loving the way your cunt swallowed him whole. the way he slipped back into your overflowing cunt distracted you from the sting of his marking. drunk on the lewd way he fucked the shit out of you, you gurgled a string of unintelligible moans, pushing your ass back against his pelvis.
“oh, fuck,” you keened.
as quick as he was to pull you back to him, desperate keigo snapped back into your cunt, battering your soft cervix. lost in overstimulation, you heard his groans behind the wet, obscene sounds of your stuffed, drooling cunt, filled to the brim with hawks’ virile cum, and his soaked, slapping balls, soaked with the remnants of both of your previous orgasms.
“n-no, ‘s too much,” you sobbed. your knees were buckling, body struggling to endure hawks’ pounding, and your vision blurred with hot tears, clit throbbing with overstimulation. desperate, keigo ripped his hand away from the sink to hoist you back up on his dick, slamming deeper into your pussy.
his heat would never let him pull out.
his lips had barely left his bruising mark before you heard him snap a guttural groan, “you can take it.”
removing his hand from your chest, he grabbed your face, smushing your cheeks together, and forced you to look at him. at this angle, heat-oppressed keigo could finally see his full effect on you, not obstructed by the smudges on the mirror anymore. streaks of mascara stained your cheeks, your lips were swollen and a bruised red, and your pussy clung to him like there was no tomorrow.
he groaned, “look at you, little dove… you were fucking made for me.”
his lips met yours with desperation. you melted into the kiss of the national hero, chasing his tongue. you could feel his thrusts became more sloppy than they already were, and he could feel his final climax tightening around his mind. slapping a hand onto your clit, his fingers wrestled with your erect clit, tweaking and smushing the throbbing bud into your fourth orgasm.
“g-gah,” you keened.
your lips parted, a silent cry leaving your raw throat, as the overstimulation washed over you in a chill. fucked out of your mind, you shook in his arms, cunt creaming and quivering around his pistoning cock.
hawks relished in the way your ovulating pussy clamped around him. his thrusts got more sloppier, desperate. his fat tip pushed through your battered cervix. the feeling of your soft walls strangling him left keigo with no other choice but to breed you.
his eyes rolled to the back of his head, his thrusts stuttered, and his moan broke into a wail.
“i-im c-cumming,” he cried.
you keened,
and, once again, keigo flooded your ripe womb with his thick, white cum, fucking through your cervix like a mad man. you doubled over, cumming once more on his spraying cock. “oh my god~,” you slurred, clenching harder on the hero breeding you. he cried out, collapsing onto your back, shuddering at how your walls wrenched him for his cum. he was forced to halt his thrusts as your cervix, too, tightened around his cock, mercilessly milking him for all he had.
still shuddering with his violent climax, hawks dropped his head to your bruising neck and inhaled the intoxicating scent of his mark, ghosting kisses across your skin. his ears wallowed in the sound of your whimpers above the muted sound of the club’s songs. it calmed him: his breathing slowed and his grip on the sink loosened, washing the mania away from his mind.
although your pied cunt still quivered around his softening cock, your body stuttered as it tried to regulate its ruined conditions. ruined for any other man, your cunt had been battered into the shape of hawks and your womb was stained with keigo takami’s name.
your eyes drifted away from the empty bowl of the sink to the mirror, and fell on the blonde bush of hair cowering in the side of your neck. the fuck had sobered you up, but you wished it hadn’t. the number 2 hero had his dick inside of you. your boss had his dick inside of you. “fuck,” you thought.
you winced.
somebody had to say something.
“h-hawks—?” you started, but you were cut off by the foreign sound of a notification that definitely didn’t come from your phone. it was his.
ping!
another ping, and keigo finally finished out his phone from his ruined joggers. his sticky fingers skidded over the screen, almost failing to input his passcode, before the white background of imessages blinded him, drawing a grumble from the hero. his clouded vision cleared, and he saw the message.
“eh...?” he squinted at the message. the hero wasn’t heat-sober enough to recall the context behind the message.
KATSUKI BAKUGO X SECRETARY READER • A 500 FOLLOWERS SERIES!
❥ SYNOPSIS: as the years passed, Bakugo came to the realization that he was the last among his class to tie the knot. As the days grew colder, and the nights became lonelier. Bakugo finds the desire to get married, but he doesn't really feel like falling in love. At least he has his trustee secretary!
implied fem reader, aged-up! Pro-hero MHA characters over the age of 27, vulgar language, suggestive wording and content
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"Well, that was dandy"
As the night grew darker, your voice cut through the darkness that enveloped the car. The two of you start to traverse the dimly lit roads, surrounded only by the quiet hum of the engine, the occasional flicker of passing streetlights, and an unspoken tension.
"I mean, your parents were lovely to an extent..." you trailed off, a thoughtful expression crossing your face. Pouting your lip, you shifted your gaze up at the blonde. Katsuki, however, didn't even attempt to break his eyes away from the road ahead. "I understand them, though... I suppose I'm a huge adjustment for your family and everything," you continued.
"Your mom was kinda funny, actually! And do you guys always argue like that?" you let out a chuckle. Looking at the blonde, not even a twitch.
Pressing your lips into a line, you turned your head towards your window, observing the city lights streaking by in a blur. You tried your best to take some pressure off the poor guy's shoulders.
"That old lady—she's been giving me grey hairs before I even knew my times tables," Katsuki exasperates. Letting out a soft, dry chuckle, he smirks. "I know what you're trying to do, but it's not gonna work," he said, catching on to your attempt to lighten the mood.
"What she did today was uncalled for, no matter the circumstance," he continued; his body still as his voice was stern. The occurrence between you and his mother seemed to be still thick in his mind. You watched closely as his large hands held a firm grip on the steering wheel.
You roll your eyes at his response.
"Yeah. But think of the principle of it—"
"Stop…giving her excuses," his voice raised an octave. You slightly grimaced as you felt the sharp jolt of the car accelerating in speed. Blinking rapidly, you began to hold on tight to the strap of your seatbelt.
Watching the deep frown on Katsuki's face, he let out a deep breath before easing on the gas. "Let's not talk about it anymore, at least not for now."
"Agreed."
As the night unfolded, Katsuki soon brought the car to a halt in front of your apartment. The two of you sat in silence for a moment. Inhaling deeply, your eyes met with the hero's. "Well, this is me," you said shyly.
Unbuckling your seatbelt, you noticed the blonde doing the same, stepping out of the car with a certain urgency. Approaching your side of the vehicle, he swiftly opened the door for you. Gazing at him, you quietly expressed your gratitude and stepped out.
As you both walked towards your door, you began to reflect on the events of the day. Katsuki was a hundred percent right—what his mother did was wrong. You tried to divert your thoughts from the verge of tears during the drive. You successfully held back, unwilling to show vulnerability, especially to him.
Standing in front of your door, facing each other, you spoke, "See you at the office, Mr. Dynamight." You smiled, attempting to lighten the mood. "Today was fun, this little roleplay thing we did—"
"Roleplay? That's a 7-carat ring on your finger, baby. Nothin' about this is roleplay." Pointing at your hand, the blonde found amusement in your words, tilting his head to the side as a snide smirk played on his lips.
Baby? Gulp.
You froze, uncertain of how to respond.
"What, cat got your tongue?" he teased, flashing another smile. Shaking your head, you let out an exasperated chuckle. "Nonotatall." Turning your back to him, you unlocked your door and stepped inside. Facing him again, you politely bowed.
"Thank you again, Mr. Dynamight, for today—"
"It's Kat-su-ki… I thought I told you to drop that whole Mr. shtick you like to do," he said with a hint of humor. Cursing under your breath, you scratched the top of your head before responding.
"Thank you for today. Have a nice night, Katsuki." Awkwardly bowing once more, you slowly began to close your door.
Man, you're never gonna get used to saying this, are you?
"Sweet dreams, Y/n."
Turning on your heel, you closed the door quietly. With a deep sigh, you shifted your weight against the closed door. Reaching into your purse, you rummaged around before retrieving your phone. Turning it on, you mentally cursed yourself upon seeing the time.
"It's not too late at night to call…"
You reassured yourself before placing the number on speed dial. Shifting your weight from the door, you quietly set down your things. Pressing your cheek against the warm glass of your phone, you patiently waited as the phone dialed.
Collapsing onto the couch, you didn't even bother to take off your outer clothes. As the other line beeped, you began to hear a groggy voice on the other end.
"What the hell do you think you're doing calling me at this hour?"
"Oh, shut up, I'm gonna go through with the plan," you quipped back. You heard the sounds of your sister shifting in her bed before she answered once more.
"Wow, I didn't think you'd do it—no offense," she snorted. Rolling your eyes, you nestled deeper into the crevices of the couch. "Today was just too much," you sighed.
“Explain…”
“I think things are just moving too fast. I mean, I was humiliated by his mother. She thinks I’m some nymphoid looming over her son for his money!” you complained.
“…think of this as more fuel to charge for your revenge. This gives you even more reasons to fuck him over. I promise you, the look he’ll give you at the altar—“
“Please, can we just focus on the plan here,” you groaned. Your sister sighed on the other end of the phone. “What exactly am I gaining from saying no at the altar?” you questioned.
“Notoriety beyond comprehension.”
Playing with the fabric of your dress, you began to ponder.
Notoriety beyond your own comprehension?
“Think of it, all of Dynamights’ life, he’s been known to get everything he wants. He’s got the looks, the talent, the power, the girl…” she emphasized.
Your sister's words turned sour in your mouth. Biting the inside of your cheek, you continued to listen. “Imagine the day he’s finally told the word no? The outlets will go blasting instead of him.” Your sister loudly chuckled within the darkness of the night.
You dryly chuckled at her words. “Hm, I guess you’re right.” A thought soon entered your mind as you completed pondering. Eyes shooting wide, you lifted yourself from the couch.
“Imagine! All the outlets will be crawling to me to get the inside scoop on Dynamight’s life. From his work treatment to his dysfunctional family. I’d be loaded!” You laughed out loud.
“Bingo!” Your sister yelled on the other end, making you flinch away from the glowing screen. “Oh my…I thought you’d never get it,” she said.
“You’re a good-looking girl, and from what I’d also assume—a damn good actress…”
“Drain that man for everything he’s worth.”
PHASE 1 ➜ EXPRESS
Dark coffee, two pumps of creamer, and a pinch of sugar. That’s what you’ve delivered to your hero in waiting over 100 times now. Some days, you’d watch the pro-hero down three to five cups of coffee a day. And you were alarmed.
“Here’s your coffee.”
Placing the warm cup on his desk, he looks up at you and gives you a small nod. No more backtalk, no more irritating quips made at your coffee-making skills. He just drinks it.
Standing in front of the pro-hero, he notices your eyes tend to linger longer than anticipated. “Is there something you need to discuss?” Dynamight deadpans.
“Not exactly…it’s more of a question per sé.” You narrow down your words as your head begins to bow before him, anxiously awaiting his permission to ask.
“And that question may be?” He asks.
“Why do you drink so much coffee?”
The expression he gives you could’ve made you sink into a hole. Breathing out, he stays still for a moment, almost looking as if he’s putting together an actual answer.
Looking back into your eyes, he answers. “It fires me up.”
That’s it?
“Oh…okay.”
Turning your back towards him, you walk back over to the corner of the office, sitting down in your designated seat. You begin to type away. A moment passes before the blonde looks up at you and speaks.
“Any more questions?” He asks.
Your brows softly lift as you tear your eyes away from your computer, setting it down on the nearby coffee table. You tilt your head.
“It’s corny but…what made you want to become a hero?” You ask. This earns an eye roll from the pro. “Because, I’m the best. I knew from a young age that I was nothin’ like anyone has ever seen. Someone had to rise to the top—and it had to be me.”
“Wow, how poetic.”
“Shut your face.”
Standing up, you gather your things before walking over and laying down some documents on his desk. “Interview in an hour, let’s go.” Your voice unwavering as you turn back and grab your coat. This newfound sense of confidence washes over you, and it kind of takes you aback.
Maybe you got too comfortable, yeah that could be it.
Too comfortable with the habits and getting to know your boss and stuff…
Or you’re comfortable knowing the fact that you’re irreplaceable…
Shaking your thoughts from your head, you grab Dynamight's coat and hand it to him. Looking at him, you show him a grin, “my next question is…any coffee to go?”
Grabbing the coat from your hands, you couldn’t help but notice his ring was missing. Of course, you couldn’t be bothered less since yours wasn’t on as well. But for some reason, it made you feel a type of way.
“Yeah.”
A cup of dark coffee, two pumps of creamer, and a pinch of sugar land into his hands merely 10 minutes later as the both of you ride in the car on your way to his interview.
Sitting there, you watch as the pro takes sips from his cup and stares out into the window. You’d always wonder what is in the deeper consciousness of heroes…
Whether it be from top secrets to silly dreams. You’d always wondered what was going on in that peanut-sized brain Dynamight has.
“What’re you thinking about?” You blurt.
“I’m thinkin’ about how tight my suit is,” the hero shifts within his seat in discomfort. You let out a chuckle before you turn to look out the window.
“How come you and Riot never do interviews together?” You mumbled, loud enough for the blonde to hear. An audible grumble is sounded from his lips.
“Because he steals all my shine.”
This makes you snort.
“Are you actually serious?” You chuckled. You watched as the blonde cursed under his lips. “Yeah, he talks too much and goes over the time limit. Which leaves me just lookin’ stupid.”
“Okay, reasonable,” you responded.
“Is this what we’re doing today? The question game?” He says with a smirk. Eyes widening a bit, you purse your lips to the side before commenting.
“Well…I’m down if you’re down.”
Dynamight leans back in his chair with a chuckle and closes his eyes. “Go ahead,” his voice was monotone and calm. It’s kinda rare to hear him so content. Before you could think you were spewing out any questions they flew into your mind.
“How long have you known Red Riot?”
“Since I was 15…god, I’m old. We met during our early days at U.A., and we’ve been through a lot together. The guy's practically seen me grow into the hero I am today.”
“What does it feel like to fight villains?”
“It feels pleasurably taxing.”
“How long did it take until you were able to master your quirk?”
“Still mastering. Explosion quirks are tricky; there's always room for improvement.”
“Why are you always…mean?”
“I’d be an easier target, obviously. The world expects heroes to be virtuous, and gentle, but I've seen where that leads. The one thing everyone looks for in a hero is vulnerability, kindness, something to manipulate and take for themselves. I refuse to give them that satisfaction. Being assertive and not taking any crap is the image I've chose for myself.”
“How big is it?”
“Excuse me?”
“Oh look, we’re here!” you exclaimed before abruptly opening the door. Stepping out of the car, you watched as the hero climbed out, keeping his fiery eyes on you the whole time—almost looking predatory…gulp.
Handing him some more papers, you began to go over the interview about to take place. “Today’s interview is for Pop! Magazine—“
“Fuck no,” the hero quipped, quickly turning on his heel and heading back to the car. Chasing after the hero with the click of your heels, you tightly grabbed his shockingly firm bicep.
“Please! Looking at your stats, you don’t give a lot of fan service. And this is punishment because you’re always doing interviews last minute. I could only pick out what was available that any other hero didn’t take.”
“It was either this or being interviewed by a whole bunch of kids.”
Dynamite inwardly groaned, his head hung low in defeat. Stepping towards you, he continued to walk towards the stage doors of Pop! Magazine. Letting out a sigh, you snuck your hand away from his bicep and held tight to your things.
“I swear to god, after this interview. I’m asking all the questions,” Dynamight said, loud enough for you to hear. Biting your lip, you stay quiet as you enter the stage building.
A handful of makeup artists and hairstylists swarmed to the pro-hero, leaving you in the dust. Dynamight grew more irritated by the second, giving the staff a single look before they all dispersed. As he walked onto the set, he was greeted by an overly cheery lady.
"Wow! Dynamight, it's great to finally see you in person. This is crazy; hello, I'm your interviewer, Roxie," she burst in excitement. Reaching to firmly shake his hand, he let out a hum in response. As both of them sat in front of the cameras, you quietly walked behind and looked at the sight before you.
Bright colors and pretty patterns adorned the stage. As Dynamight sat in the plush pink seat (expectantly man-spreading), he looked like he was absolutely over it. And the interview hadn't even started.
Locking eyes with the hero, you gave him a thumbs up for good luck (and partly as an apology for the purgatory he's about to be in). As the overhead lights turned on, you watched as the director began to count down and started rolling the cameras.
With a deep exhale, Roxie began to speak her intro and introduce Dynamight to the non-existent crowd. Turning towards the hero with a smile, she soon started to read from the cards held in her hand.
"So, Dynamight, how've you been?" she said cheerfully.
"M'fine, the day's just getting started over here," a tone of melancholy echoed in his voice as he looked at Roxie. "I see, the days are never over when it comes to being a pro-hero like yourself. Speaking of being a great hero, how does it feel to be second-ranked? Behind the hero Deku–“
"Excuse me," you interjected. As all eyes in the room set onto you, you looked around before adding to the conversation. "Please refrain from talking about hero rankings around Dynamight. He's not here to talk about that." You said with a sense of authority, almost proud to take up for the hero.
The interviewer looked at the hero for confirmation, and as the blonde raised his brows in response, she nodded. Looking at the cameras, Roxie's voice suddenly dropped an octave. "Cut that out, please."
Restarting her first statement, she opened the interview with a new question. "So, Dynamight… could you give us any inside scoop on what it's like being one of the highest-ranked heroes in Japan?"
"Eat, sleep, work out, patrol, fight, sleep again." Dynamight deadpanned. This earned a thin pressed line on Roxie's lips. "Sounds like a lot just for one person, eh?"
"Personally, not for me. Not a lot of people can do what I do, and that's fine," he said plainly. You mentally face-palmed at his comment. Now you understand why Kirishima did all the talking back then for interviews.
The interviewer let out an awkward chuckle before flipping to her next cue card. "So, Dynamight, you're a rare sighting for the press, so there are so many questions to ask with only a small amount of time! So let's cut to the nitty-gritty," she said with a devious smile.
"It's popularly known that you're a part of U.A's infamous class 1-A, and even almost a decade later, you and a multitude of others still climb to new heights of success!" She exclaimed.
"Yes, your point?" Dynamight retorted.
"Well," the interviewer trailed off.
"It's known that many of your comrades, especially your partner Red Riot, are married and have begun to start their own legacies… what's stopping you from doing the same?" She said.
Your eyes grew wide at the question, and you didn't know what to do in that moment. You watched as Dynamight looked you in the eyes. Frowning, you mouthed out to him.
'You don't have to answer that question.'
As his eyes focused back over to the interviewer, he began to speak. "It's hard to do those things when you're better than them." The interviewer began to laugh at his response.
"On the contrary, Dynamight, I tend to disagree…"
"And why is that?" he snapped back.
"Well, around a month ago, you were seen dating multiple women at once. People these days would say you're testing the waters? Tasting all the flavors at once?" She said with a smug smirk.
"At the end of the day, I'm a man like everyone else. Just like the man behind this shitty camera," he points. "The man over there eating all the complementary bagels," he points again. "And the man right in front of me with too much nose hair." He points directly at the interviewer with a shit-eating grin.
Gasping out loud, you smack your hand above your mouth. In a quick step, you move in front of the rolling camera. "Okay! Time to go!" You nervously chuckle, watching as Roxie throws daggers at the Pro-Hero.
"It really is true; you are an asshole."
"Maybe he wouldn't be an asshole if you didn't ask shitty questions," you spat at her. Scoffing, Roxie stands from her seat and walks up to you. But before she could even step a centimeter in your direction, your boss was three steps ahead.
"What're you gonna do? Hit her? I fuckin' dare you," he snarls with a sadistic grin. Looking down, you notice his hands begin to radiate sparks. Panicking, you tried to step in front of his muscular figure, but he wouldn't even budge.
"Is that a threat?" She says.
"It can be whatever you want it to be, just know you're going down regardless. So, like I said," he takes a step closer to her.
"Hit her and see what happens," he whispers.
You watch as the interviewer steps back and off of the stage, spewing out a million cuss words a second. Swallowing your spit, you walk off as well. With no words spoken, the blonde follows suit. Showing off a friendly goodbye (he throws back the middle finger), the both of you are back in the car and on your way back to the agency.
Entering back into the office, you look at the clock and let out a sigh. "Well, this is where the fun ends," you say, starting to gather your things and head towards the door. But Dynamight stops you.
"Hey, don't leave without me."
Turning around, you look confused. "Why?" you ask, and the blonde rolls his eyes as he grabs his coat. "Because I'm taking you out," he says. Pouting your lips, you become puzzled by his statement.
"I don't get it."
The blonde stops in his tracks and looks you in the eyes. "Remember, I'm asking the questions now." Dynamight takes your stuff from your hands and heads for the door.
As both of you head down to the parking lot and settle into his car, the blonde begins to speak. "Gotta question for ya," he mumbles. You hum in response before watching the blonde ponder his thoughts.
"Why did you take up for me today? Y'know I'm fully capable of taking care of myself, right?" He dryly chuckles. Looking out into the distance, you mentally cringe, reflecting on the events that happened today.
"Well, I did it because, believe it or not, the both of us have a reputation to uphold. And secondly, she was a bitch." You say flatly. The blonde nods at your answer before asking another question.
"Why do you always act the way you act?"
You suddenly face him, surprised. "What do you mean? How do I act?" you say, sounding hyperaware. This makes him smirk, "you know, whenever I'm around you, you always act as if it's your first day here."
"I do that?"
"Constantly."
"Oh…"
Soon riding through the city, Katsuki reaches your apartment—
"Hey, my place is right there!" you shout. "Nah, I told you we're going out—"
"But people will see us!" you shout worriedly. Katsuki holds his head down for a couple of seconds before he sets his eyes back on the road. "Listen woman, if you haven't noticed by now, I really don't give a fuck," he curses. Blinking at him, you curse under your breath, "okay sure, but, you don't even have a change of clothes."
The blonde only changed his shirt to a regular black t-shirt and keeps his hero suit pants on with a pair of sneakers. "So? You're saying that as if the fashion police are running rampant in the city," he turns his face upward at you.
"Well, you may not care, but I care. I look crazy." You suddenly grew self-conscious as you began to look at your outfit. Hair a bit disheveled and clothes wrinkled, you didn't look your best. Katsuki rolls his eyes as he shared a quick glance at your figure.
"First off, you look fine."
Suddenly, the car comes to a strong stop. Causing the both of you to jerk. Unfazed by his actions, Katsuki soon places the car in park and looks into your eyes. "Secondly, you were proposed to in that outfit, take that information however you please."
Finishing his sentence, he steps out of the car swiftly and walks over to open your door. Stepping out of the vehicle, you didn't recognize the area. Even though you were near your place, you never took the time to actually go outside and experience the area, kinda sad.
It's just always, work, work, work.
"Where are we?" you asked.
"Nowhere really, we're going on a walk." Katsuki then extends his arm toward you. With a hesitant reach, you slowly loop your arm around his and begin to walk. The feeling felt so surreal in that moment.
You, walking in the middle of some random back alley with a pro-hero? The second-best-ranked hero in all of Japan, by the way. You bit the inside of your cheek as you continued to take another step in front of the other.
"So, what's your favorite color?" he asks.
Halting in your steps, you look at Katsuki with a deadpan expression. You suddenly crack a smile, "are you serious?" you chuckled. "Better safe than sorry…" the blonde trails off.
"It's (favorite color), I don't know if you notice, but pretty much over 80 percent of the things in my place are that color," you chuckled. Katsuki nods at your answer before he continues on to the next question.
"Hobbies?"
'well…'
Later into the evening, things went very smoothly as the both of you began to chatter and walk aimlessly through the parks of your town.
The both of you got to know one another, as Katsuki told you an embarrassing moment about him as a child which led to you giving some back in return.
"It's weird—talking to you like this, it almost feels weird." You chuckled out, Katsuki looks slightly confused at your words. "Why would it be weird?" he says.
"Because you're my boss at one moment, and yet you're also my fiancé. It's easy to distinguish the two, but this feels different." You say, thinking in your mind for a possible hypothesis for the way you're feeling.
"It's weird because there's this strong title on us, but we're finally getting to know each other for the first time…like we're friends?" You questioned yourself, the pitch in your voice raised as you looked at the pro-hero for some backup.
You watch as Katsuki silently nods his head. "Yeah, it's weird," he responds flatly. Well, there goes your deep moment. The moon hung in the night sky, casting a gentle glow on the surroundings, creating an atmosphere of tranquility. The rhythmic sounds of your footsteps echoed in the quiet park as you continued your stroll.
"Well, listen—"
"Woah!"
Snapping your head towards the loud shout, you watch as a stampede of kids wanders straight towards the both of you. "Wow! Are you really Dynamight?" one of the kids speaks. Looking over at the hero, you snake your arm out of his hold before he looks down at the kid with a frown.
"And if I was?" Katsuki asks the kid, tilting his head as he watches the group of kids look at each other and ponder their next choice of words. "Then this would be the best day of our lives!" one of them exclaimed, soon all the other kids bustled in agreement.
"Well then, I'm guilty."
Soon the group of kids erupts with cheering and sounds of awe. You watch as the kids grow closer to the hero, admiring him as close as they can. From drooling at his costume (at least some parts of them), screams of excitement watching him as they quote: "go boom boom," to giggling when they touch his spiky hair.
You smile softly as you watch the fondness of the hero. Maybe you should've chosen to do the interview with the kids instead…
"Excuse me, miss, you're really pretty."
Startled, you look down at one of the tinier children. Flattered, you brightly smile and bend down to be on their level. "Well, thank you very much. I find you very adorable." You giggle, as you watch the child become bashful at your words.
Looking up, you watch as Katsuki was…smiling?
You've seen him smile before, but this time it was different. It was warm, almost endearing? The moon hung in the night sky, casting a gentle glow on the surroundings, creating an atmosphere of tranquility. The rhythmic sounds of your footsteps echoed in the quiet park as you continued your stroll.
As the kids bombarded Dynamight with questions, you couldn't help but join in on the excitement. "Hey, Dynamight, which hero do you think is the strongest?" one curious kid asked.
Katsuki smirked, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous glint. "Well, obviously it's me. No one can beat Dynamight!" he declared, causing the kids to burst into laughter and applause.
Another child chimed in, "Miss, are you Dynamight's girlfriend?"
You chuckled, "No, not really... We work together."
"But you'd make a cool superhero couple!" one kid insisted.
Katsuki raised an eyebrow, shooting you a sidelong glance. "They're smarter than they look," he muttered under his breath, earning a playful nudge from you.
"You kids treat her with respect, this is my fiance. Understand?" He says sternly. The kids comply blindly, as they would do anything to appease one of their role models.
The encounter with the kids turned into a delightful conversation, filled with laughter and innocent questions. It was a refreshing break from the usual routine, and you found yourself enjoying the unexpected bonding sesh with Dynamight.
"Yep, he's my fiance."
HELLO AND MERRY CHRISTMAS! Here's my gift to you all. Also, I gave the story a new theme, hope you all like it!
