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𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘖𝘯

Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader. |𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾ 4.8k wc ☁️‧₊˚

With this upcoming summer and my absolute desire to visit the beach—I decided to write this with the inspiration of this song!

This is a song that gives off so much teenage-summer vibes, and one that I will definitely listen to on repeat.

𝟏𝟏:𝟏𝟏 ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾。All rights reserves by @kxtsukibakugoat. Do not re-upload my works or use them to train ai. We do not support ai here.

Above, the sun casts a golden glow, enveloping everything within its reach into a soft warmth that lifts the worries from the shoulders of those who walk along the beach or upon the boardwalk.

In the sand, a lively group of teens bustle and wrestle about; boys throwing each other into the water; girls swimming further out to avoid the splash zone.

Today, a Sunday evening—free of school activities and the pressure of pushing past their breaking points—the teens of Class 1-A relax and relish in an exciting rush of normalcy as they play and explore the beached coast.

You now sport a new bikini. This one from the shopping spree Momo had brought you and the other girls on. It's absolutely adorable, atoned with your favorite colors and the prettiest little flower design. And overtop, a large, white button up flows open in the salty, cool breeze.

The sand is soft and warm beneath your feet, the heat just bearable enough to go without your sparkly flip flops that dangle from your hand against your beach bag. Mina walks beside you, her own beach bag swinging with each step as the two of you make your way to the explosive, bubbly group ahead.

To your surprise, Bakugou had agreed to go. He's not one for get togethers, especially when it comes to Class 1-A, but with persuasion and a little bit of teasing, he snapped an acceptance and showed up today.

"So," Mina's eyes drift to you, a sly smirk rising onto her glossy lips, "...Bakugou showed up."

The way her voice is hushed against the salty wind, there's an evident teasing tone, as if it's gesturing to the fluttery feeling in your stomach at the mention of the boy. A tone that makes your cheeks burn with an undeniable blush, one that you try your hardest to push away.

"Shut up..." Your flustered grumble only makes the girl laugh softly, her eyes crinkling as her smile widens.

Ahead, a voice calls out against the loudness of the group, "(Name), Mina!"

Ochako is jogging up—Jiro on her tail.

They all know of your.... feelings towards a certain blond. The explosive one, that is.

Unfortunately for you and your ego, your heart took control and granted access to these feelings, because truly, he's not the kindest and certainly not one that you have any hope to be with whatsoever. But the girls, your closest companions—although they silently think the same—still encourage you to pursue these feelings.

Izuku knows as well. Not that it's anyone's fault that he had overheard a conversation, walking into the common room at the wrong time. He also gave his support.

- (past) -

"Kacchan is difficult. I'm sure you know exactly what I'm talking about." Izuku had said when he sat down on one of the couches—suddenly involved in the girls' group talk—ice cream in hand. You sat; legs tucked beneath you and a soft blanket wrapped around your shoulders.

He taps his chin in thought, "If there's one positive thing I can recall, it's that he willingly handed you a pencil during our English study class!" He’s chipper and very confident in this.

A pencil... Your brows furrow. Even the girls pause, deep in thought. "That’s something!." Mina speaks up, sitting up straighter, the towel from her hair now laid upon her shoulders, "I've asked him before and he told me to get lost. That's why I don't care to ask him anymore."

You groan, dragging a hand down your face. He had given you a pencil—a singular pencil. And apparently, that’s a proposal to this group. Though, when you ponder on it, and considering who he is, that singular pencil could be a good thing. Right?

Izuku notices your defeated face and shifts, his hands frantically waving in front of him, trying to revive your spirits. "Listen! As silly as it sounds—him willingly giving you something of his is a pretty big step. I mean, I’ve known him my whole life and I’ve never seen him give anything."

Ochako shuffles from beside you, tapping her chin in thought. "He complimented you during the sports festival, remember?" That makes you pause. He had—He said you knew your quirk well and were ‘kind of decent to compete with.' "He jumped in when you were in trouble during the USJ situation," Jirou mentions, her elbows braced against her knees, "...and he made sure you stayed close at the camp before everything went down."

Those are also true.

Both times he had followed behind your moves—like he had trusted your capabilities to defend yourself—yet stuck close when it mattered.

You pull your blanket tighter around your shoulders, concealing the creeping redness that crawls up your neck. Izuku chuckles, his eyes creasing with a soft smile, "If I know one thing about Kacchan, it’s that he cares—even if it’s subtle..."- - (present) - Jiro slings an arm around your shoulder, squeezing you slightly. Ochako skips beside Mina, the two speaking animatedly about whatever they had seen while window-shopping. Ahead, Kaminari throws a protesting Mineta into the water, taking advantage of their size difference. Kirishima is wrestling over a popcicle against Sero—the two kicking up sand onto an enraged Bakugou who is failing at shielding his own frozen treat.

As he moves, his hair swishes over his sharp, vermillion eyes. The muscle of his back moving as he contorts his body away from his chaos-induced friends beside him. Mina's hip bumps against your own, catching your stare, her eyes glinting mischievously against the golden hue of the sun. "Girl, you're ogling him!" Your eyes snap to her in horror, your voice constricting to a high screech. "I am not!"

If there's one thing about Mina, it's shamelessly—but amicably—saying whatever she's thinking.

Your thought your face was red before, but now you can't imagine how embarrassing you look now. You dip your head lower, trying to keep any ounce of dignity that you can salvage.

Jiro sighs from beside you, adjusting her hair. "Alright, enough boy talk. Let's swim."

She leads your group, grabbing herself a can of Lime soda from the group's tent cooler as she passes through.

Mina drops herself down onto one of the towels, her bag dropping from her shoulder with a hefty clunk.

Your brow raises at the sound, your eyes glancing down to the bag as you set your own down.

"What exactly did you pack?" You ask, a huff of amusement escaping your mouth as she stares at you incredulously.

"The essentials, obviously." She giggles as she pulls a can of sunscreen out of her bag. You ease the sleeves of your button up from your arms, the lack of fabric bringing a shiver to your now exposed skin. She hums as she digs through her bag, shifting through the large amount of baggage. "Oh, I almost forgot!" A magazine connects with your lap. "It's the new cover for ViVi magazine, the one I told you about the other day! It just came in yesterday and I thought you'd like to see, too!" You grin, glancing down at the sparkly magazine. You thank her but she waves you off playfully, saying something about 'having too many to keep track of.' Her eyes then glance towards the rest of the group as you rummage through your bag. The group is now migrating back towards the two of you. Clearly, she's deep in thought. And suddenly, just as you're about to speak "I have an idea." Bingo. You sigh, already feeling the mischievousness rolling from her body as she hops up, sunscreen in hand. You narrow your eyes as you fold your shirt, speculating her next move. "What is it, Ashido?" She giggles. "You're gonna need help with your sunscreen, obviously! And who else is a better candidate than Bakugou? All rough and gruff." Your brain falters as your face burns, words coming out in a hurried choke of horror. "Absolutely not!" You're on your feet in an instant, attempting to snatch the bottle from her hands. He would know immediately! And there's no way he'd agree anyway. So, you're sparing the both of you from embarrassment. She jumps back, her laughter echoing against the tent. All the while you're literally fighting for your life; your dignity. The amount of sheer humiliation that washes over you is unfathomable. You hope the approaching group can't see the utter embarrassment that has made a home out of your facial expressions. And finally, when your hand snags the bottle from her hands, she relents. "Okay, okay!"

She bends down to her bag and pulls out a large sun hat, and finally, with a devilish grin, she turns to you. "You win, but I'm not helping you. Figure it out!" "Mina!" You protest as she bolts down to the water, ignoring the complaints of 'flying sand' from Mineta. You huff as you watch her go, the bottle of sunscreen suddenly heavy in your grasp. Glancing down at the tube, it's Biore UV. Oh, and it disappears on the skin. Nice. Shrugging, you adjust your hair. You'll do just fine, you affirm yourself as you tuck your folded shirt into your bag and place your new magazine on top of it. It's just applying sunscreen alone; how hard could it be? You pop the cap open and shake the tube, allowing the lotion to fall to the opening. With a gentle squeeze, the sunscreen eases out of the tube and onto your awaiting palm. You apply to your face first, then your neck, chest and arms. Next, you move to your legs, pushing yourself into a stance. You sigh in relief as the lotion eases the warmth the encases your body. The texture is cool and smooth, not uncomfortable or sticky at all. It's really good. Now onto the more... challenging part. Your back. You start at the base of your spine, then your sides, and then you attempt to reach between your shoulder blades. The reach is difficult to efficiently cover your skin, and you'll most likely have a really awkward burn- "Oi, you look stupid trying to do that by yourself." You flinch back at the sudden bark of a voice from behind you. Turning sharply, your eyes meet the sharp, judging eyes of Bakugou. He was watching you. He saw you clearly struggling. This is...AWFUL. You clear your throat and school your expressions quickly, relaxing your arms at your sides. The heat rising on your cheeks is just the effects of the sun, not the fact that Bakugou had been watching you intently enough to realize your struggle. "No, I'm not." You cross your arms over your chest, shifting your weight. "I'm doing just fine, thank you very much." His eyes narrow, his head lulling to the side as he uncrosses his arms. He clearly doesn't believe you. From the splotchy evidence on your back to the visible struggle you'd shown moments ago. He shifts.

Your heart stutters as he walks closer, his eyes flickering between your eyes. He reaches down and grabs ahold of the bottle, pulling it from your hand. "Tch, bullshit. Give it t'me." You freeze as his fingers brush against yours, the touch like a spark of static against you. STOP. Ohhhh my shitballs. You're staring. Stop staring. "I- uhm, no it's fine!" Your voice chokes out but he only ignores your protests—your very weak protests—and turns you by your shoulder. His hand is warm against your skin. Not like the sun, but like a cozy blanket.... NO. No, no, no. STOP IT. You blink as he applies the sunscreen to his palm, spreading it between both hands. He feels close—really close—his breath almost tickles the hairs on the back of your neck. Before his hands find your back, his voice finds your ear. "Is this okay?" it's a genuine, consenting question. Your legs feel shaky and you mentally snap at yourself to calm down. Your brain slowly catches up, your head nod far too quickly. "Yes- Yeah, that's fine." You scold yourself for the shakiness in your voice and how you almost physically tremble just by his closeness. He hums—a low, deep rumble from within his chest—in response as his hands ease onto your back, gently spreading the lotion across your soft skin. You suck in a sharp breath. They're soft and gentle, not something you'd expect from the loudest hothead you'd ever met. His voice now, something you hadn't expected to be as soft as it was, either. His hands work over the plain of your back and sides, leaving a tingling burning sensation as they glide gently over your skin. They travel slowly, making sure every inch is covered reasonably. From just above the band of your bikini bottoms to the top of your back. Your breath is slowly easing as his hands run over your shoulders and the back of your neck. Your skin prickles under his touch— shivers running down your spine. And as you're easing into the sensation and allowing yourself to relax, his hands pull away.

You slowly turn to face him, his eyes settling onto your own softly as he scratches the back of his neck. His ears are a burning, fiery red—almost as red as Kaminari's sunburnt back.

"From now on, just ask for help instead of lookin' like an idiot trying to do it by yourself." Your eyes widen slightly, winded by the softness within his eyes. The red sparkles a dangerous hue under the sun, an almost addictive color that continues to draw you in. His gaze keeps to yours, as if memorizing the swirl of color within your iris. You slowly realize that you've been looking at his eyes for too long and slowly step back. You can't help the small, shy smile that creeps onto your lips as he blinks absentmindedly. "Thank you." your voice finally finds its strength amidst whatever this is. "...for the help." He nods quickly, his eyes flickering away towards the sparkling ocean, clearly averting your gaze. "Tch, it's whatever." A gentle breeze rushes through, tossing your hair. His blond strands sway, creating an almost unreal portrait. His eyes find yours again, and suddenly the urge to kiss you crosses his mind. It almost knocks the breath from his lungs. He stands in complete loss. The uncertainty, yet the yearning—the desire to pull you closer, to hold you. But for now, he pushes that aside to admire the light reflecting within your eyes. The soft swept hair that crowds your face now. Your beauty. He doesn’t want to ruin what he’s tried to start building. He needs to know if you feel the same. To be certain before he makes such a rash decision in the flurry of overwhelming emotions—a surge straight from within his heart; his soul. What he is painfully unaware of, however, is that your heart longs for him just as much. He glances down at the bottle of sunscreen in his hand and swallows thickly. His hand reaches out and gently guides yours forward, placing the bottle onto your palm.

You blink, your fingers brushing against his. “Thank you, Bakugou.” your voice manages softly. A sound that he wishes to lean closer to hear.

From a distance, giggling erupts—light and pitched to an absurdly high octave. Mina is trudging through the sand hand in hand with Kirishima, the two of them watching the both of you, quickly looking away as they notice your attention has switched to them.

Bakugou groans and ducks his head, a hand pushing through his hair in frustration. You take this moment to observe him. His spotless skin; soft and warm, something you greatly wish to feel again. His hair, swishing so softly through the cool breezes that envelope the beach land, looks so perfect--soft and healthy, clearly well kept. His brows are big and sharp, a perfect contrast to his vermillion eyes that glare into the ground beneath his feet. He's pretty—beautiful, even.

His skin prickles as he feels your observant gaze, a fiery fire erupting in his chest. His eyes lift to your own and they soften immediately; the crease in his brow from previous frustrations sizzles out into a calm, steady serenity.

"You're staring." He states bluntly, his voice a mere whisper from the gentleness within his chest. It makes butterflies collide in your stomach, the heat of your face increasing from it.

You only shake your head as you shift your weight, a shy smile showcased on your face. "I wouldn't call it staring, Bakugou." he only huffs, his hands dropping to his sides.

His next words make you pause, your entire body floats in disbelief.

"Katsuki. Call me Katsuki." He clears his throat, his foot digging into the sand as he avoids your gaze. He questions himself—why would he do that.

His hands ball into fists at your silence, anxiety clawing at his throat. He's never allowed anyone, other than his parents, really, to call him by his first name. But here he is, allowing you in. Giving you permission to use his first name. Exclusive. Only you.

He cringes internally, cursing himself for being so vulnerable and showcasing his rare softness. “Katsuki.” He tenses as your voice softly calls out to him, using his first name. His eyes snap to yours immediately.

You're grinning—of course you are. Your hands are tucked in front of you as you stand just in front of him, close enough for him to reach—to pull you in.

His heart tugs painfully in his chest as your voice echoes in his head. And suddenly, in a hushed, fluttery whisper—his heart takes control. “You make me sound so soft.” Wait. What. His eyes widen as his nails dig into his palms. WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!? He swallows thickly, cursing himself over and over—finding new creative insults that he directs straight at himself—his stupidity. But you’re smiling, way bigger than you were before. You laugh softly as he blinks rapidly, trying to grasp this moment. “I think it’s sweet. How soft and shy you really are.” At this point, the distance between you feels almost annoying and unnecessary. And he agrees. Because suddenly, he’s no longer a stride away from you—he’s crowding you, occupying your space. You don’t mind it one bit. His breath is warm against your face as his head tilts down to you, his eyes flickering between your eyes—yours lips. “I’m not shy,y’ idiot.” The insult isn’t absolute. It’s soft and breathy, and almost calming if it didn’t make your heart stutter so much. “Mhm, sure Katsuki.” The softness in your voice tugs him forward, his hand resting on your arms, just barely. “Is this okay?” His voice is soft and genuine as his hands grasp your arms softly. You don’t trust your voice in this moment, so you nod, unable to keep the fiery blush from enveloping your face. His finger reaches up, gently hooking underneath your chin, his index strokes the side of your neck, just beside your pulse point, making you shudder. His voice is barely there, a soft breath as his eyes drift from your lips to your eyes. “May I kiss you?” Your breath halts, the butterflies that have continuously attacked your stomach have exploded, you think. From the intensity in his eyes—the absolute fire that burns within them—pulls you forward, his arms moving slowly around your waist, pulling you against him as gentle as the soft breeze that cools against the heat of the sun. You nod, feeling his heartbeat beneath your fingertips as your hands rest on his scolding chest. He’s definitely going to be sunburnt, but right now, here with you—he could care less. He smiles, tilting his head as his eyes lid in adoration. “Words, pretty girl.” And how does he expect you to speak when he looks at you with an intensity that rivals that soft, shy smile of his. So, you attempt to speak, even as your throat tightens in nervousness. “Yes.”

He grins and instantly leans down to you, his lips crashing onto your own in a gentle motion—a dance, if you will. He hums as he pulls you firmly into his chest, his lips chasing yours as his head tilts, leaning down to ease the height difference. You barely breath, over content with the feeling of his soft, warm lips moving against your own. He tastes like those sugar cookies from the grocery store and a cool, sweet peppermint. Eventually, the need for oxygen pulls you away, albeit with hesitance. Katsuki’s lips chase forward as the two of you pull away, longing for the feeling of you. Your hand reaches up, gently raking through the soft, striking blond hair that sits atop his head as the two of you catch your breath. It is exactly as you imagined it would feel, and honestly, you’re not embarrassed to admit that you’d imagined the feel of it beneath your fingers now that he holds you tightly against himself.

He sighs, dropping his head onto your shoulder at the sensation, his arms tightening around your torso. “That feels nice.” His voice is muffled into your skin, and you smile. Down the beach, Mina can barely contain the giggles from her mouth—she had almost screamed when the two of you finally kissed, but thankfully, Jiro was there to quickly close a hand around her mouth. The group silently celebrates from afar, obviously they’re phones are recording or snapping pictures every five seconds.

He slowly stands up straighter, easing his hands to your own, gently grasping them. His lidded smile calms the feeling in your stomach—the tremor in your body. He glances down to the beach, rolling his eyes when he makes eye contact with a grinning Kirishima who gives him a double thumbs up. Kirishima has heard it all. From the first time Katsuki noticed a difference in you, to the moment he admitted he liked you, to now. He sat with him one night, discussing things. Kirishima suggested a cute Valentine’s thing, but Katsuki shut that down. He needed to know your feelings, how you felt. So, Kirishima and Mina had been working together as match makers for the past five months. They’d complain, but they couldn’t help but absolutely love every second of setting the two of you up. Mina never told Katsuki you’d liked him, and Kirishima never told you Katsuki liked you—they let things happen with little pushes that they’d help with. “We should probably join those morons before they break something.” Katsuki finally mumbles, his hands squeezing yours gently, turning to smile at you.

You sigh softly, the feeling in your chest light and calm, yet filled with so much excitement you can barely contain the grin that twitches at the corners of your mouth as you mirror his smile.

“You’re probably right.” He laughs softly, gently pulling you beside him as you make your way further down the beach, your friends panicking silently as they settle in the most casual way they could come up with. Which is the most uncasual thing ever. Denki is awkwardly sprawled in a chair and there’s no way it’s not somehow painful. The girls are sitting together—practically on top of each other, actually. Mina is holding a magazine, pointing and ‘ooh’ing at it—It’s upside down. The other boys are chasing each other down the beach, tripping over their feet as they keep glancing back. Well, except for Iida and Shoto. The two are sitting side by side, talking in hushed voices as they watch the sun through their sunglasses. You settle beside Katsuki as he tugs you down onto the towel beside him. Iida opens the cooler beside him and hands Katsuki two cans of fruit soda, grinning a beaming, “Congratulations you two!” Shoto nods from his spot to the both of you, sipping from his own soda. You grin, thanking them as your cheeks burn again. Katsuki hums, his ears burning as well. “Tch, thanks.” Mina glances up from her spot beside Ochako, and when you catch her gaze she smirks, wiggling her eyebrows. Oh my gosh. You raise your brow, silently communicating through your expressions, something you’ve mastered with the girls through the time you’ve known them. You first started speaking through your expressions during a gruelingly painful test on your English studies. Present Mic had been shouting the historical contexts of the English Cultural dictionary. Your ears had felt like they were bleeding when he had finally let up on his shouting. To be fair, Mineta and Denki had been giggling at something and he decided to, “Authoritatively one up with sound boosting”. You and the girls learned over time when talking about certain…topics. Like the one who sits beside you now. Katsuki Bakugou was the highlight of your girl talks. They’d tease and giggle, you’d talk and get flustered easily. Many times you’d use your silent communication when he’d sit by you or hand you something. Now, you giggle as you point towards her magazine and spin your finger around—it’s upside down, Mina.

She smiles sheepishly before setting it down. The girls around her hop up, their own grins in place. “We’re gonna go to the water, wanna join us?” Denki immediately shoots up from his spot, groaning as his back cracks in protest. “I’m down!” Sero rolls his eyes and slaps a hand onto the boy's shoulder—Denki’s reaction is immediate. His face contorts into pure, raging pain. “WHAT THE HELL MAN!? Do you have LAVA as hands or something!? DAMN.” His screaming scares the seagulls away, their own screeches of protest echoing through the vast clearing. You even jumped a little. “Oi, shut the hell up. You should have put sunscreen on, tch.” Katsuki grumbles as he stands up, his hand reaching down to you. “You comin’ or what?” You grin, placing your hand into his, allowing him to gently pull you to your feet. “Yeah, I am.” The two of you race down to the water, the rest of the group in tow. There’s games. Lot’s of games. Your favorite? Chicken. You’re perched on Katsuki’s shoulders while your fingers interlace with Ochako’s. Her being on Izuku’s shoulders, she pushes back against you. The boys remain steady beneath you, keeping up with the two of you. Until finally, someone slips up. Ochako’s hand slips from yours, her hand landing on your shoulder as Izuku steps in a hole, his body flying forward. “Oh crap!” Izuku and Ochako fall into the water, and you and Katsuki soon follow. The water is cold as it envelopes your body, but the shiver doesn’t last long before Katsuku’s arm wraps around your waist, pulling you up. You take in a deep breath as you resurface, coughing and laughing when you see his face. His hair is almost fully flat against his head and sticking onto his forehead. “You look ridiculous.” You giggle, but it’s short lived when he shakes his hair in your face, making you gasp. “Katsuki!” He smirks, his hair raising up into spiky strands. “You deserved it.” He gently pushed your hair out of your face, his smirk softening into a smile when his eyes find yours. His voice is soft, genuine as he whispers. “You’re so pretty.” His words soften your heart as a warm smile graces your lips. “And you—” you kiss his nose, “are so handsome.” “Bleh! Get a room!” A splash hits your back as Denki saunters by, “Seriously, Bakubro. Seeing you like this disturbs me.” A laugh escapes you as Katsuki tenses, glaring daggers at the blond. “Keep it up and—” “And what—Are you gonna splash me back…Oooh, so scary—AH OKAYY STOP. IIDA!!!” Denki is running for his life now, his panic only building as the water restricts his movements into sluggishly slow running. Katsuki, however, is hot on his tail, boasting threats as he gains on the boy. Mina lunges over, her arm flings around your shoulder as she sighs in content, a wide grin on her face as she glances at you. “You two are so cute, but seriously gross.” You laugh as she makes a face. Iida stands at the front of the beach as Denki runs from Katsuki and hides behind him, his hands on his hips as he scolds the two of them for causing a public scene. But even he can’t hide the faint smile on his face. Soon, when the sun is finally setting and the day is nearing its end, everyone is gathered around, completely drained in energy but high in spirits. You sit beside Katsuki, you rest against his shoulder as his chin is perched on your head, his breath tickling your hair with every breath. He’s warm, not just from the sun or from the exercise of today, but always. He’s like his own sun—bright and brilliant, warm and strong. You sigh as he hugs you tighter, his lips forming a soft smile as you close your eyes, listening to the soft beating of his heart.

A/N: I have been downright FIGHTING writers block for the past month and I'm struggling ya'll. This is my first fic where I've EVER written anything in a romantic setting. I hope you enjoyed! I just posted a Satoru Gojo x Fem!Reader yesterday, so go check that out if you'd like!

As always, I hope you have a wonderful weekend and God bless!<3

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𝟏𝟏:𝟏𝟏 ‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾。All rights reserves by @kxtsukibakugoat. Do not re-upload my works or use them to train ai. We do not support ai here.