one big brain dump tbh but a lot of fluff and swearing !
you fall for bakugou katsuki first.
he's unstoppable, a force to be reckoned with in the hero world. many have had their eyes on bakugou ever since he was a mere hero course student. safe to say he did not disappoint.
now climbing to one of the top hero spots, dynamight is widely adored by japan. despite crowning one of the most 'undesirable' personalities a hero can have, his fans equated him to a pomeranian and moved on to the latest papparazi photo taken at the time.
before the public, you adored bakugou katsuki first.
as a classmate, he pushed you to your limit without even knowing, invigorating you with a spirit to keep fighting. as a friend (you got there in the end), he entertained you with his grumbling, liked to carry your bag for you despite your reluctance, and kept you company throughout rigorous study periods.
somewhere along the way, you realised you adored bakugou katsuki, a lot more than friends should.
now as a coworker in his agency, he keeps you company during late hours, sends you off on missions with a 'come back alive, idiot', and delivers you gifts when things are going rough.
fate plays her cards and bakugou katsuki now finds himself falling even harder for you. five years after your revelation.
when he looks you in the eye there is something akin to determination in them and it alights pure admiration in his veins. despite your kindness, you are strengthened by ambition and purpose alone, and he finds himself caught in your magnetic field.
but these newfound feelings come to him as effortlessly as water flows down a stream after a downpour; destined to feel this way for you, helpless against the currents of life. after a long drought, he feels refreshed and rejuvenated by the energy you bring to his life.
he loves the little notes you stick on his desk, often paired with smiley faces, stupid jokes, or reminders that range from 'drink water!' or 'see you at the meeting at 1! :p'. he loves the daily lunch runs you have together, sometimes it's easier to get to work when he knows you're there with him. he loves that you're workout buddies, always giving him extra 'fun' challenges during his session by sitting atop him during push-ups or planks, or clinging to him like a koala as he does pull-ups.
bakugou katsuki loves you so naturally that you've been embedded in the little cracks of the hectic lives you both lead.
you're his homescreen and lockscreen, there's a plushie you gave him in third year sitting in his large-ass bedroom, there's a photo of you and him on his office desk, even more polaroids at home, and there's a designated mug for you in his cabinet for when you come over. it's used approximately twice a week.
bakugou doesn't want to show it, really, he doesn't, but he finds himself staring at you too often, too softly. there's a multitude of paparazzi photos of you two, the cameras catching the obvious shift in his eyes when it's you he's next to, looking at you with a grin as you ramble excitedly to him.
mina's never fails to send one whenever she sees them.
she even sent him a photo that was taken whilst he was walking through the street, too engaged with his phone to realise cameras pointed at him. the wild part is that there is a gentle, heartfelt smile etched on his face.
‘texting y/n? down bad.’
the acid user was blocked that day. she was right though.
the sad part is that he can recall exactly which text you sent that had him that giddy; it was a selfie of you and a pomeranian from patrol, paired with some joke that you found bakugou whilst out. whilst he would've blown anyone up who made the comparison to his face, he found himself zooming in on your bright smile, heart aching with a familiar longing.
he hates you. he hates you so bad that it hurts not to have you.
every reminder that you weren't his pains him even more. at his core, bakugou is nothing more than a bitter, jealous son of a bitch, but he can't help it. he's sacrificed too much to get to the top, but he doesn't want to lose you.
not when you look so beautiful- so ethereal laughing with that extra ‘hero’, monoma. under the gala lights, in your outfit, you were truly beautiful, and bakugou finds himself stunned by your allure, stomping over to you in a vulnerable moment of bewitchment.
he doesn't know how many people he pushed aside in the crowd, ignoring their grunts and gasps to reach you.
you, sweet, radiant, undeniable you find him first, meeting him in the middle with an even brighter smile.
despite being in the middle of a stuffy, packed floor, filled to the brim with heroes, sidekicks, reporters and managers alike, it is only you and bakugou. the intimacy causes him to feel overwhelmed by your glow; the tie he's donning suddenly tightening around his neck, causing him to choke on his words.
there's a sudden urge to get to his knees and start praising the ground you stand on.
"hi," you murmur.
"hey,” he responds, briefly scanning you up and down. “you look nice.”
you laugh at his compliment, masking the violent heartbeat of your chest. "thank you, katsuki. i think you look dashing."
the blond offers you his arm. you take it without much thought. "of course i do. if i wanna stand next to you i have to look worthy of it."
you fall first for bakugou katsuki.
but he's waiting at the bottom to catch you in his arms.
[This is a character study assignment I did for a class, which I felt was pretty good so I’m posting it here]
Nick is a cunt. If someone were to look at Nick on the street they’d probably say “Wow that guy has crazy hair.” If that same person were to have a conversation with him they’d probably say “Wow, Nick is a cunt.” One time when Nick was going to work, he thought it would be funny to steal the candy out of some kid’s hands. Nick literally took candy from a baby and had the audacity to say it was a joke. Even the way he walked and talked was “cunty”. Believe it or not thought, Nick wasn’t always a cunt, in fact he used to be a really quiet shy guy.
For the entirety of High School, Nick was a super shy guy with no real group of friends. He’s always been short and he’s always had this insane mop of freakishly curly hair on his head, which he was sometimes ridiculed for. Nick didn’t really think much about it, eventually it all became sort of routine to go to school and get made fun of. At one point or another, Nick ended up turning to stealing booze from suburban houses while the soccer moms were away cheating on their husbands with the head coach. He never got caught, and he got really good at it. So good he ended up joining a ring of social outcast, pickpockets, and thieves. He actually had people to talk to, even in their drug induced conscious comas.
These were the people that he spent his night drinking with and these were the people that ended up turning him into a dick. As “friendly” as they were, they were horrible people who fucked his mind with drugs and their shitty ideas. Eventually they started to dislike him so they cut him off completely. Having lost his only ‘friends’ in the world, he cursed himself, he cursed the gods he wished existed, but mostly he cursed the human race. His drinking problem got worse, and he started to make himself believe that human beings were disgusting creatures, and he began to take pleasure in being a dick
Nick dropped out of high school to play guitar and sleep all day, but when he learned about the existence of bills and the fact that stuff costs money when you’re not stealing it, he picked up a job at the local Target. He’s a very bare minimum effort kind of guy who just likes to judge people by what they buy and what they wear. Nick is almost 30 and he’s still working at Target living in a studio apartment with no friends. Where he’s going in life is a completely, but one thing's for sure, he needs to get his shit together.
