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these divas wish u a happy new year🍾🥂!
Original by @diz_korall_DB
She has him wrapped around her finger
Shameless
ssoooooorrrrtttaaaaa bakugou katsuki x reader
-> You have no shame
Part 2 -> Loudmouth
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The sun beat down over the dorm’s training field, baking the turf and glinting off the handful of scattered water bottles and sweat-slicked limbs. It was supposed to be a light workout day for the Baku Squad. Keyword: supposed to be.
There was music playing—Denki’s unhinged playlist bouncing between hyperpop and metalcore—and everyone was half-dedicatedly stretching in a loose circle. Except for one person, obviously.
“Where’s Bakugou?” you asked, squinting through the light as you touched your toes.
“He’s over there,” Kirishima said, jerking his thumb toward the far side of the field. “Said, and I quote: ‘Fuck your dumbass group stretches.’”
Your gaze followed the direction of his finger—and oh.
There he was.
Bakugou Katsuki, shirtless, glistening with sweat, aggressively rolling out his quad on a foam roller like it owed him money. His jaw was tight, his muscles flexed with every shift of his body, and every few seconds he let out a deep, guttural grunt that echoed across the field like a threat.
“God,” Sero muttered beside you, stretching his arms overhead. “Get a load of this guy.”
Your voice slipped out before your brain could stop it.
“I’m fucking trying.”
There was a beat of silence.
Then Mina shrieked.
Denki dropped his water bottle. Sero choked on his own laughter.
“Oh my god, dude,” Mina gasped, wiping tears from her eyes. “You didn’t even hesitate.”
“Okay but like… look at him,” you hissed, eyes still glued to where Bakugou was now doing explosive push-ups, his entire body taut with energy. “He’s rolling around on that mat like a demon. I’d kill to be that foam roller.”
“I—girl—” Mina collapsed onto her back.
“Please,” Denki wheezed. “You’re gonna get smited.”
“Let me die this way,” you said flatly. “Let it be known I went out doing what I loved—objectifying that man.”
“LOUDLY,” Sero reminded you.
“AND PROUDLY” You snorted, wiping your face with your towel before finally looking away from Bakugou’s aggressive body worship session. “It’s fine. He’s too focused to hear me.”
Spoiler:
he wasn’t.
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Y/N: Bakugou gave me a get better soon card.
Mina: That's sweet!
Y/N: I wasn't sick, he just thinks I can do better.
GAME NIGHT!
they're playing mario kart. kirishima is winning by a hair, bakugou is crashing tf out, and mina is recording everyone.
kami 4 sure backseat games but he's probably ass at gaming in my personal hcs (he loves it tho)
sero is the only chill one there, and he's honestly taking advantage of everyone being distracted to put tabasco in the punch.
WHAT do you see in him girl
