#nerd bakugou

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nerd bakugou p!links (NSFW do not open in public!!)

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him wearing his glasses while eating u outt!

he loves ur thighs !! > <

^ loves ur ass too!!!

making out with you >> studying (lowk bimbo coded)

u just cant sit still, can you?

giving ur man a handy :3

they were "staring right at him"!

the need to drown in your tits

[bunnyramen]

Bakugou was in his same spot in the library, the corner no one dared to go since they knew what would happen if they took 2 steps in that direction. Bakugou was hunched over, nose deep into his History book, he enjoyed reading it though he already read 3 times and knows it backwards and forwards. Learning about the boring yet sometimes fascinating background of Japan was interesting. Kept him calm and loose though his shoulders were still tense and his teeth still clenched.

He heard footsteps walking towards him but he ignored them, waiting for the person to realize their mistake and turn around before he pounced. The steps got closer before stopping in front of his designated table. He ignored them, hoping that whoever was here would tuck their tail between their legs and waddle out of here before shit gets medieval. The person reached their hand over, their fingers grasping the edge and tipping the book down towards the table. 

"Hey, sugar cake! Ready to study?"

A voice sweet as honey rushed into his hearing aids, he grasped the book ends a bit harder. He looked up at the person, a murderous glare locked and loaded until he met red doe eyes and a thousand watt sharp smile. He analyzed the boy in front of him for a second. Shitty gelled red hair, cute clear face, nice muscular torso, strong arms. He was wearing a red hoodie with gears all over it. The cherry on top were the jeans that accentuated everything momma gave him.

"What?" Bakugou said dumbly, feeling like his brain got knocked on its ass for a second. His face flushing a noticeable pink. "You are my tutor right?" Kirishima asked, looking around at the library, trying to see if he got the wrong person.

"Shit, I'm supposed to be tutoring this pretty bastard today?" His brain started back up, giving a heavy internal sigh.

"Yes, I'm your fucking tutor. Sit down, shitty hair." Bakugou closed the book he was reading aggressively.

"Alright, sugar cake!" Kirishima pulled out the other chair and sat down in it, pulling off his overly large red backpack.

"Don't fucking call me that!" 

"Kit-Kat it is then!"

"Nevermind."

Kirishima smiled, pulling out most of the contents of his large bag, some of the papers spilling out from their folders. Bakugou couldn't resist stealing a glance at them. "Probably for the football team or some shit." He thought.

He looked at one of the papers, from.what he could see it was sheet music. His eyes widened a bit, not that he was interested or anything.

"What clubs are you in, Shitty Hair? I don't really care, you're probably on the football team." He rolled his eyes, and leaned his cheek on one of his hands.

"Nope! I'm in Theatre, were currently doing tryouts for Hamilton, I was picked as Eliza! I'm also on the dance team with Mina and in choir with Jirou and Kaminari!" Kirishima showed him the large stapled packet that had Hamilton written in big letters.

"Hmm, not as much of a meat head as i thought you would be." 

"I know right! I know I may look like i should be on the football team, but most of the guys on there are assholes! Well mostly Monoma, but he's been kinda off lately since he got his ass kicked again last week."

"A beating of a fucking lifetime will do that to you." Bakugou looked his knuckles, seeing the fresh bruises on them finally healing.

"Holy shit, was that you? Wait, you're Blasty! I knew I recognized you from somewhere!" Kirishima yelled a little too enthusiastically only to be shushed by the passing librarian.

Kirishima gave a sheepish grin which sped up Bakugou's heart like a celebrity on a bender. "Anyways, I've heard about you dude. You're the one that put Monoma in his place, it's all over school!" Kirishima eyes sparkled with interest, leaning his face a bit towards his.

Bakugou opened his mouth to speak but it was quickly squashed when Kirishima kept talking. "Anyways, i've talked enough about me. Tell me about you, sugar cake." He kicked his legs back and forth like an excited child.

"I know I'm supposed to be tutoring you, but I can't miss an opportunity to talk about myself, Shitty Hair." He gave a vain smile, showing off his slightly crooked pearly whites that Kirishima couldn't help but find charming.

@darknoahshere @aloean A little something based off

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nerd!bakugou - scenario below ^_^ find more of his stuff under the tag "📚 nerd!bkg ♡"

i kinda dont like the start chat i put for this bot but oh well </3

"stop yer whining," your boyfriend rolls his eyes. he's sitting criss crossed on your bed, books and papers scattered everywhere as he clutches a pencil in his hand firmly, scribbling something down in a swift motion. "you're a clever girl."

you exhale, bringing your knees up to your chest. katsuki came over to study with you, claiming, "yer smart as shit but don't know how to apply yourself" and so here he is, surrounded by textbooks and notes, working his way through assignments with you by his side.

you hum softly, letting your head fall onto his lap. his glasses are slightly askew as his sharp eyes soften just the tiniest bit as they meet yours, making your heart flutter. he huffs, readjusting his glasses, the subtle movement making his cheeks turn a shade of pink he tries so hard to hide. "no, get up," he grumbles, his voice rough around the edges, but affectionate nonetheless. he pokes your cheek with the tip of his finger, "no falling asleep." he grunts, forcing down the stupid smile he feels forming onto his lips as you nestle in closer.

bot reqs are open!! my c.ai is @dollyfetti, same as here :3