❀ summary: your own heater that talks. (at least it works)
❀ AN: Bakugo would looks like he radiates heat. in many ways. can yall tell I miss the snow (LMAO)
⁑ I feel that during the winter, Katsuki Bakugo would be amazing to be around if it’s freezing in the dorms. Well, besides the complaining that comes with it.
⁑ Snow falling, weather dipping below 30 outside. Inside felt like the ice age had come back. Six people or more hogging the heaters and here you were sat on the couch shaking your way over to the human heater, Bakugo.
⁑ Trying to be sneaky and all didn’t work as your teeth chattered loudly. Loud enough for him to realize what you were doing, but not moving an inch.
⁑ “Tch, don’t even think about it.”
⁑ His gaze staying on the group huddled in front of you two. Another scoot from you. A breath but not a limb moving from him.
⁑ “The heater is over there. Go idiot.”
⁑ As you sink into his side, the heat coming from his body like a furnace. His scent inviting unlike the huff that left his mouth. If anybody tried he would push them away, if you sunk closer he didn’t budge. Just muttered complaints.
⁑ It wasn’t the heater from the store. This one spoke and complained. This one didn’t let others huddle near. Let only you near.
a/n : felt like this was cute, comments are appreciated ! Hope you all enjoy this and that the new year is treating you well ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ - nana.
— it would have been just another tiring Monday if you had not woken up with a very bad cold. Even so, you would have gone to school if it weren’t for your mother’s nagging that you need rest.
Today you had a very important english presentation that was going to decide whether you’d attend extra classes during the Spring break with none other than your best friend and classmate, Itoshi Rin.
And if there’s anything that Rin hated more than a bad grade it was tardiness. Let alone not going to school at all.
But by the time you were going to text him and let him know of your absence, you had long gone realised your phone was not charged and you were far too lethargic to move to the other side of the room and grab your charger.
So you accepted your fate and fell asleep before even realising.
As you finally wake up, a few hours having passed you immediately aim to get up, a fit of coughs taking over you as you grab a tissue.
Colds were so gross. You felt as if twenty cars ran you over and then left you stranded in the middle of the road for more cars to run you over again.
It was so miserable, and it didn’t help how your parents only came home very late in the evening.
Your mother had left you dinner and medicine in the morning already prepared, but you had no idea that by this time you could barely get out of bed.
You stand up, shakily, moving towards the charger, not forgetting your earlier goal.
Taking a few steps, very slowly, you realise the task wasn’t as easy as you supposed noting how you plopped down on the floor followed by a groan leaving your lips.
At least you fell on the carpet.
After a few more tries of getting up you realised it was hopeless with how sick you felt.
Great, now you were in between.
But your train of thoughts is interrupted by fast footsteps approaching your room.
Your brows crease as you try to think who could be in your house when both of your parents are working and your only sibling had moved out for college months prior.
A thief ?
How great. You can’t even pick yourself up, how were you meant to fight somebody and defend your home ?
Despite the plethora of questions in your head your worries are cut short as your door opens slowly, revealing the invader.
Itoshi Rin.
“ rin ? why’re you here ? ” you look up at the brunette in slight shock, not having expected him to come see you at all.
The male looks at you with what seems like pure concern as he approaches you.
“ why are you on the floor, idiot. ” he responds, ignoring your words as he picks you up, placing you back on to the bed.
“ I was trying to charge my phone, i’m sorry I missed out on—”
“ shut up. Why didn’t you tell me you were sick ? ”
“ my phone died. ” you reply, still keeping your eyes locked on his presence.
“ i’m sorry…” you mutter, noticing his lack of response.
The boy’s expression sours slightly as he kneels down next to your bed, putting a hand on your forehead.
“ your fever is still high. ” he responds quietly as he leaves your room.
You stand there, confused expression on your face as you slightly zone out, waiting for him.
After a few minutes the boy indeed came back.
Holding a bag full of all sorts of medicines and a steaming hot bowl with soup.
He places the items on your nightstand as he grabs your shoulders, shaking you very gently.
“ [name], can you sit properly ? ”
You open your eyes slowly as you look at him yet again.
“ why are you doing this ? ”
The boy says nothing, sitting you up straight, against your pillow as he sits down on the bed too. grabbing the bowl and spoon he had brought.
“ should I not be ? Open your mouth. ”
You don’t say anything as you let the boy feed you each spoonful of soup, enjoying the fact that you had a cold more than you should.
As you finish up, you momentarily look to the side at the medicine, right as Rin brings a napkin to your mouth, patting it gently against your lips.
Your gaze moves back to him, as he does.
Leading to you both locking eyes for a split second.
And you think that he has never looked at you in such a way before.
He clears his throat before speaking up.
“ I know you don’t like this specific medicine, but it’s the best for curing colds. My mom told me to bring it. ”
You nod despite the dreadful expression growing on your face thinking of the awful medicine.
“ tell mrs Itoshi that i’m very grateful. ” you mutter to him, in a way feeling embarrassed.
There’s a slight pause between you, as questions about how he actually came about to know of your cold fill your head.
But nonetheless you put them aside for now.
“ i’m also grateful for you rin—”
“ stop, don’t say anything right now. ”
You look up, seeing how the boy’s gaze is fixated on the nightstand, burning holes in the medicine with how harsh his glare was. Yet that didn’t stop you from noticing the flush coating his cheeks.
“ rin, are you catching a cold too ? ”
You ask him as you lean forward.
To which the boy instinctively pushes you back gently as he falls forward, arms against your bedside, as to not completely drop on you.
Your eyes widen slightly as you look at him, being too aware of the lack of space between you.
“ are you okay ? ”
Rin says nothing, as he stares at you in a conflicted manner.
“ you drive me crazy. ”
Before you register his words you’re silenced by the very unfamiliar warmth of Rin’s arms pulling you forward.
“ rin ? ” you mutter into his shoulder.
“ don’t say anything. Just stay like this for a bit. ”
your arms move around him slowly as you melt into the hug.
Safe to say no words were exchanged for the rest of the night. Also much safer to say that ‘ a bit’ turned into you dozing off, followed closely by the boy who couldn’t help but melt into your very presence.
May we PLEASEEEEE get another soft spot part where Feitan and reader have a fluffy and smutty day? I NEED MOREE THE SERIES IS SO GOOODDDD 😭
I hope you like this 🥺 I wanted to show another side of Feitan. Anyway, thank you for your request and your kind words 🤍🤍🤍 You guys don't realise how much this means to me <3
Word count: 1468
Warnings: smut!!!
His mind was made up. He was going to punish you for what you did. You were his and his alone.
Feitan shook his head at the thought. You weren’t his. Not his alone anyway, but he had agreed to share you a long time ago. It was better to have a part of you than nothing at all. “Tsk”, he narrowed his eyes. Feitan felt betrayed more than anything – a feeling you seemed to give him more often than not.
Yes. That feeling you gave him was a sweet justification for what would come. He talked with Chrollo about your punishment and he gave his full permission. A part of him felt excited. After all, he never thought he’d got to treat you so rough again; that he got to punish you like before. With a determined heart, he opened the door to your room.
“Fei!”, you happily jumped from your desk, “Look, I just finished reading this”.
Feitan froze as he noticed your enthusiasm; your glittering eyes that seemed to light up the darkest of nights.
“You see? It’s a classic”, you proudly held it in front of you, “At first it was kind of hard to understand what was happening but now-“.
Feitan could only watch as you rambled on. It seemed you were unaware of his mood and feelings toward you but still… A part of him enjoyed seeing you like this, despite his anger toward you.
“What’s wrong?”, your hands dropped to your side, “You seem tense. Is something wrong? Can I do something?”.
Why? Why did you have to make everything so hard for him? He wanted to punish you. You deserved to be punished. So why? Why did he feel like this? So soft, so…
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bore you”, you looked to the ground, “We can talk about something else”. “No”, he hastily intervened, “Tell me more”.
He didn’t want you to stop; to lose that spark in your eyes. He loved seeing you like this.
“Really?”, your eyes lit up again. “Hm”, he coldly nodded. “Come, sit down!”, you happily jumped on your bed, “I’ll tell you everything”.
Feitan shuddered as your soft touch met his cold skin. He never got used it.
“Besides, where’s Chrollo? He recommended me this”. “Out”, Feitan’s heart shattered a bit. He was supposed to hurt you and here he was, listening to you rambling about a book he couldn’t care less about. “Oh, okay”, you smiled as you gestured for him to lay down on your thighs.
Feitan hesitated for a bit, but he quickly realized he’d never say no to such a luxury.
“Okay so, if you didn’t know this book is called “Metamorphosis”. Franz Kafka wrote this”, you shifted a bit before stroking through his dark hair. “It’s about a cockroach, but it isn’t about a cockroach. Get it?”. Feitan only hummed in response.
Despite is stiff position; he felt more comfortable than ever. It never took him long to doze off like this.
“One day, this business clerk wakes up as a cockroach and his entire family-“.
Those were the last words he heard before he fell asleep. It didn’t take him longer than a minute – as usual.
When he woke up, he found his arms wrapped around your body. You must’ve fallen asleep not too long after him.
Feitan stared at your face. Something he cursed himself for. Were you an angel? Sent by the Lord himself? Or a demon that had him wrapped around your finger? It didn’t matter to him. You had his heart, his soul, his mind… Every part of him belonged to you.
He softly positioned himself on top of you; his hands resting beside your head. “Y/N?”, his voice still rough as he gently moved a strand of your hair. “Hm?”, a frown on your face as you woke up. “Please”, his gaze fixed on your eyes. “Fei?”, you softly grunted as your tired eyes looked at him. “Can I- Can we”, he never felt so unsure. “What?”, your brows pulled together at his strange behavior. “Can you take care of me?”, his eyes seemed cold, but his breathing betrayed how he truly felt. “Oh, you want me to-“, your eyes widened. “N-no, I want you to take care of me”, he coldly looked at you. “I don’t understand”, a confused look in your eyes. “I think I want something else today”, he gently grabbed your hand and placed it against your cheek, “I don’t know what, exactly, but I know that I want to feel as I did earlier”. “Earlier?”. “When you were stroking through my hair… I want that feeling”, he softly guided your hand to his hair.
He didn’t know what he was asking. He didn’t even understand this part of himself or what he craved.
“I think I understand”, you sweetly smiled, “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you”.
Feitan watched as you moved away.
“Where are you going?”, he jolted upright. “Well, you asked me to take care of you, right?”, your cheeks reddened. “Hm”, he nodded. “Don’t worry”, you shyly slipped out of your gown, “I’ll take care of you”.
Feitan didn’t answer. Instead, he sat back again.
“You always take care of me”, you gently sat on his lap; your arms wrapped around his neck. “You think I don’t notice everything you do for me?”, you whispered as you massaged the back of his head.
Feitan’s heart started to race. Your voice never sounded so soft.
“Hm”, his eyes were locked to the ground. “Fei?”, you gently wrapped your hands around his cheeks, “I notice everything”.
His eyes widened as he saw the vulnerable look in your eyes.
“D-don't-” he frowned as you pushed against his chest. “Let me take care of you. I promise I’ll make you feel good”, you placed another soft kiss on his cheek.
He wasn’t used to this; for you take control but… It felt nice.
Your hands gently tugged on his belt, eager to see more of him.
Feitan took off his clothes and threw them into the nearest corner of your room.
“Fei?”, you gently placed yourself on top of him. “What?”, his cold gaze hid every ounce of emotion he felt. “Tell me what you want me to do”, another kiss against his cheek.
“I-I want you to take care of me-“. “How?”, you left a trail of kisses on his chest, down to his stomach. “You know how”, an irritated sigh. “I don’t”, your hand gently stroked his member. “F-fine”, he loudly swallowed, “I want you on top of me… I want you to tell me how much you enjoy being mine and… And I want you to tell me that you, I don’t know, love me or something”.
Your eyes widened as you noticed his stubborn expression. You never saw this side of him. Despite knowing him for so long, you still didn’t know who he truly was; what he was hiding deep inside of him.
You nodded as you shifted on top of him; his member easily sliding into you. “S-shit”, he closed his eyes. He wasn’t used to you being on top. “Fei-“, you slowly started to ride him. “Hm?”, his hands grabbed your waist; guiding you. “I love you”, your hands resting against his chest, “I love you not because you make me feel good but because you take care of me-“. “Y/N-“, he practically moaned your name. “I love the way you look out for me; how you ignore your own needs for me… I love how you look at me and at anyone who dares to look in my direction-“. “S-stop-“, he pressed his head against the mattress.
He didn’t want to come already. Not now. This felt too good to be true.
“I-I love how jealous you get and how good you look when you’re angry at me-“, you picked up the pace, your eyes closed in pleasure. “Y-you like that?”, he admired how your breasts bounced up and down as they invited him them. “I-I do”, you grabbed his hand before he could do so and placed it between your thighs. “F-fuck Y/N-“, he loudly swallowed. “Together?”, you leaned forward as you pressed your lips against his. “H-hm”, he gently grabbed your jaw as his other hand rested on the back of your neck.
It didn’t take long before you both reached your climax.
“Fuck, that felt good”, you softly moaned against his ear. Your body still shaking. “You were amazing”. You noticed how his voice didn’t feel as cold as before. “Fei?”, you gently pulled away. “Yes?”, he softly stroked a strand of hair behind your ear. “I love you”, you barely whispered.
For a moment, he didn’t know how to respond, but luckily his heart knew.
“I don’t know what love is”, his voice still rough, “But I think that this comes pretty close”.
In the bustling halls of Aldera Junior High, where future heroes roamed, Katsuki Bakugou was a force to be reckoned with. Known for his explosive temper and fierce ambition, he was a standout among his peers. However, hidden beneath his fiery exterior was a side that only a few close friends knew – a softer, more caring side that emerged around you, the quiet and shy student who had caught his attention.
You and Katsuki had been classmates since elementary school, though he had never paid much attention to your soft-spoken nature until middle school. It started one day during a particularly chaotic lunch break. The cafeteria was loud and crowded, and you were trying to navigate through the bustling crowd when someone accidentally bumped into you, causing you to drop your books.
Before you could even react, Katsuki appeared out of nowhere, his usual scowl softened slightly as he helped you gather your scattered belongings. "Watch where you're going, idiots," he barked at the crowd, making them scatter with a mix of fear and respect.
"Um, thank you, Katsuki," you mumbled shyly, feeling flustered by the sudden attention.
He grunted in response, handing you your books. "Just be more careful next time," he muttered, but there was a hint of concern in his voice that caught you off guard.
From that day on, small gestures of kindness from Katsuki became more frequent. He would subtly make sure you had a seat in class, offer you his notes when you missed a lesson, and even defend you from the occasional bully who mistook your quiet demeanor for weakness.
One rainy afternoon, after school had ended, you found yourself caught in a sudden downpour without an umbrella. You hesitated, unsure of what to do, when Katsuki appeared beside you, holding out his own umbrella. "Here," he grumbled, shoving it towards you. "You'll catch a cold if you stand there like an idiot."
"Th-thank you, Katsuki," you stammered, feeling touched by his unexpected kindness.
He shrugged, avoiding your gaze. "Just take it. I don't need it anymore."
As you walked home together under the umbrella, you couldn't help but notice how Katsuki's demeanor softened around you. He asked about your day in a gruff manner, but his genuine interest in your well-being was evident. It was moments like these that made you realize there was more to Katsuki Bakugou than his explosive personality – he had a caring side that he reserved only for those he trusted.
One day, during a school festival celebrating hero achievements, you and Katsuki found yourselves watching a hero performance together. His usual scowl softened as he watched the heroes in action, occasionally stealing glances at you to gauge your reaction.
"They're not bad," he remarked casually, though you could tell he was genuinely impressed.
"They're amazing," you replied softly, earning a small, almost imperceptible smile from him.
As the festival continued, you both explored the stalls, trying different foods and playing games. Katsuki's competitive streak shone through as he insisted on winning every game for you, though he grumbled about it the entire time.
As the day drew to a close and the sun began to set over the festival grounds, you found yourselves sitting on a bench, enjoying a moment of quiet together.
"You know," Katsuki started, his voice surprisingly gentle, "you're not as annoying as I thought you were when we first met."
You chuckled softly, nudging his shoulder playfully. "I'll take that as a compliment, Katsuki."
He huffed, but there was a genuine warmth in his eyes as he looked at you. "Yeah, well, someone's gotta keep you out of trouble."
In that moment, under the fading light of the festival, you realized just how much Katsuki cared for you, despite his tough exterior and gruff demeanor. His actions spoke louder than words, revealing a friendship built on mutual respect, unspoken understanding, and a growing affection that neither of you quite knew how to express.
And as you walked home together, sharing stories and laughing about the day's events, you couldn't help but feel grateful for having Katsuki Bakugou as your friend in middle school – a friend who, despite his explosive personality, had a soft spot just for you.
You never felt more alive than when you were dancing on stage. Crash from your high of performing on stage was absolutely brutal. You’re lucky to have two really great roommates who take care of you.
𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: roommates to lovers, friends with benefits, non idol au
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: so much angst, ballerina reader, body insecurity, mention of past eating disorder, emotional & kinda jealous joshua, unprotected sex, oral(both rec), anal, threesome, double penetration
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: ??
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