Nirvana

cigarette's before n after

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Pairing!: ex! boxer k. Bakugou x fem!reader

Synopsis!: Bakugo Katsuki, a cocky and determined boxer, is convinced he’s the best—and that [Y/N] should still be his. Teasing her with his usual arrogance, he’s confident she’ll come crawling back. But as he pushes her buttons, he soon realizes that winning her over might be a fight he’s not prepared for.

Warnings!: strong language!, suggestive, mature content!, aged up characters, SMAU!, includes written parts,non canon!Bakugou

Status!: discontinued

01 | what is wrong with you?

02 | d1 supporter

03 | mutual agreement

04 | noisy

05 | old friends

06 | mixed feelings

07 | come over

[timotheechalametsrealgf]

NOT A DREAM

K.Bakugo x reader

synopsis!: Bakugo has a sleepwalking problem and fully thinks he’s dreaming, so he accidentally confesses, acts on it without holding back, and leaves before reality can catch up to him.

The dorms were quiet in that heavy, almost suffocating way that only happened past midnight. Even the usual hum of the building felt muted, like the world itself had decided to hold its breath.

It wasn't unusual for Bakugo to be awake at this hour.

What was unusual... was that he wasn't aware of it.

Katsuki Bakugo had a problem, one he'd rather blow up than admit.

Stress didn't make him crumble. It didn't slow him down. It didn't show on his face.

It just... leaked out in other ways.

Like sleepwalking.

It had started after a particularly brutal week of training. Aizawa had pushed them harder than usual, and Bakugo, being Bakugo, had pushed himself twice as hard on top of that. His body eventually demanded a release…and apparently, it chose the worst possible one.

The first time, Kirishima found him standing in the hallway at 3 a.m, staring at a wall like it had personally offended him.

The second time, he woke up in the kitchen with a glass of water he didn't remember pouring.

After that, everyone just... kind of accepted it.

Well. Everyone except Bakugo.

He refused to acknowledge it.

Tonight, though, something felt different.

The common room lights were dimmed, casting everything in a soft golden glow. The couch looked warmer than usual, the air quieter, the world... gentler.

Bakugo stepped into the room, barefoot, hair messier than normal, eyes half-lidded.

He didn't question why he was here.

Didn't question why everything felt slightly unreal.

Because, in his mind, it was simple.

He was dreaming.

You were curled up on the couch, a blanket draped over your legs, a book slipping from your grasp as sleep tugged at your eyelids.

You hadn't expected anyone to come down this late.

So when you heard footsteps, you froze.

Slow. Heavy. Familiar.

You looked up and nearly jumped out of your skin.

"Bakugo?!"

He didn't react the way you expected.

No sharp glare. No irritated "what the hell are you yelling for?"

He just... blinked at you.

Slowly.

Like he was trying to process whether you were real.

"...Huh" he muttered.

That alone was enough to tell you something was off.

You sat up straighter. "Are you okay?"

He tilted his head slightly, eyes unfocused, like he was looking through you instead of at you.

Then he walked closer.

Not aggressively.

Not loudly.

Just... quietly.

Bakugo wasn't quiet.

He stopped a few feet in front of you.

"...You're in my dream again" he said flatly.

You blinked. "Your…what?"

"Dream." He rubbed the back of his neck, clearly annoyed but not at you. At the situation. "Been happening."

You stared at him.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh no.

"...Bakugo" you said carefully, "I don't think you're dreaming."

He snorted. "Hell yeah, I am."

"No, I'm pretty sure-"

"You talk too much for a dream" he cut in, frowning.

"...That's because I'm real."

"Dream logic" he said immediately, like that explained everything.

You opened your mouth.

Closed it.

Yeah. This was going nowhere.

He stared at you for another long moment.

Then, unexpectedly, he sat down next to you on the couch.

Close.

Too close.

Your heart immediately forgot how to function.

"...This one's weird" he muttered.

"Which part?" you asked weakly.

"You."

"Me?!"

"You're always here" he said, like it was obvious. "But you're... clearer."

Your breath caught.

"What does that mean?"

He shrugged, leaning back into the couch like he belonged there. Like this was normal.

"Usually you just... exist" he said. "Now you're talking more. Annoying."

You huffed. "Wow, thanks."

"...Not bad annoying" he added after a beat.

That shut you up.

There was a pause.

A soft, quiet pause.

The kind that felt too fragile to break.

Bakugo exhaled slowly, eyes drifting shut for a second before opening again.

"...Tch. Whatever."

"What?" you asked.

"If this is a dream, doesn't matter anyway."

Your stomach flipped.

"...What doesn't matter?"

He didn't look at you when he said it.

Which was the first clue that something real was about to slip out.

"I like you."

The words landed so casually they didn't even feel real at first.

Like they hadn't just... happened.

You blinked.

Once.

Twice.

"...What?"

Bakugo clicked his tongue, irritated. "You heard me."

"I-no, I did, I just-"

"Don't make it a thing" he snapped, though there was no real heat behind it."It's a dream."

Your heart was pounding so hard you were sure he could hear it.

"...Bakugo" you said quietly "this isn't a dream."

"Yes it is."

"It's not."

"Then why would I say that?" he shot back.

You opened your mouth.

And... nothing came out.

Because, yeah.

He had a point.

He finally looked at you.

Really looked at you this time.

And for a split second, just a second, his expression softened in a way you had never seen before.

"...You're always there” he said, quieter now. "Even when I don't want you to be."

That sounded like an insult.

It didn't feel like one.

"Training. Class. Stupid extras talking too loud." His gaze flickered slightly. "You're just... there."

Your throat felt tight.

"...Is that a bad thing?"

He hesitated.

Just for a moment.

"...No."

Silence fell again.

He leaned forward slightly, elbows on his knees, staring at the floor.

"...S'why it's annoying" he muttered. "Can't get you outta my head."

Your chest ached.

"...Bakugo..."

"Don't" he cut in immediately. "It's a dream. Doesn't count."

"...What if it does?"

He scoffed. "It doesn't."

You swallowed.

"...What if you remember it tomorrow?"

"I won't."

"...What if you do?"

He finally turned to you again.

Closer this time.

Close enough that your breath caught.

"...Then I'll deal with it."

Your voice came out softer than you intended.

“…And how would you deal with it?”

His eyes dropped—just briefly—to your lips before snapping back up.

“…Dunno.”

A pause.

Then, quieter:

“…Maybe I wouldn’t ignore it.”

“…Bakugo” you whispered, “you’re awake.”

He stared at you.

For a long moment.

Too long.

Something in his expression shifted, uncertain, like something real was trying to break through.

“…Tch.”

He exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through his hair.

“…This better be a damn dream.”

“It’s not.”

“…Yeah” he muttered, more to himself than to you. “Has to be.”

And then

before you could say anything else

he moved.

Quick. Decisive. Like he’d lose his nerve if he didn’t.

His hand came up, fingers brushing your jaw just enough to steady you

and then his lips were on yours.

It wasn’t soft.

It wasn’t careful.

It was Bakugo: brief, firm, a little rough around the edges

but there was something else underneath it.

Something unguarded.

Something real.

And just as quickly as it happened

he pulled back.

You barely had time to process it.

Your mind lagging behind, heart racing, breath completely gone

while he just… stared at you.

Like he was trying to memorize something he didn’t think he’d get to keep.

“…Tch.”

His hand dropped.

“That proves it” he muttered.

You blinked, dazed. “…Proves what?!”

“That it’s a dream” he said, already turning away. “No way I’d do that if it wasn’t.”

“…Bakugo-”

“Don’t” he cut in, sharp again but not as steady as usual. “Said it doesn’t count.”

He stood up.

Fast.

Like staying even a second longer would make this harder.

More real.

For just a moment, he hesitated.

Back turned to you.

Shoulders tense.

“Forget it” he muttered.

Then, quieter almost too quiet to catch:

“I will.”

And then he walked out.

Barefoot, silent

Like none of it had happened.

Leaving you on the couch heart racing, lips still warm and absolutely certain that there was no way he was going to forget.

[timotheechalametsrealgf]

OFFICE WEDDING P3

k.Nanami x fem!reader

synopsis!: YN, a sharptongued Greek stockbroker, needs a fake date for her sister’s wedding back home. The only person available? Nanami Kento, her annoyingly disciplined, maddeningly perfect rival at the brokerage firm. What begins as a strictly strategic arrangement turns turbulent fast as pretend romance, and unexpected attraction blur together under the sun-soaked skies of Greece.

inspired by the book The spanish love deception!

warnings!: Modernau!, nothings crazy just a heated makeout, no jujutsu sorcery and stuff, semi-long chapters, 3parts, completed

PART1 PART2

You woke to warmth.

A steady, solid warmth pressed along your back, an arm tucked around your waist, fingers resting lightly against your stomach as if they belonged there.

For half a second , still halfasleep, you let yourself believe it was a dream. Nanami’s slow, even breathing against the back of your neck,the soft weight of his hand,the quiet calm of it all. Too perfect. Too impossible.

Then click.

Another click.

Your eyes flew open.

Your mother stood at the foot of the bed, phone raised like a paparazzi gremlin.

“Mom!”you whispered, mortified.

She didn’t even look guilty. “Sweetheart, I’m sorry, but look at you two. This is adorable. I had to.”

Click.

Nanami shifted behind you, half awake now, his arm instinctively tightening before he lifted it, realizing where it was. His voice came out low, rough, still coated in sleep.

“…Is everything alright?”

You turned just enough to see him,hair mussed, eyes still heavy, the sheets pooled at his waist. Unfairly beautiful for someone who just woke up.

“No,” you whispered, burying your face in your hands. “I’m awake. Which means this is real. Which means my mom is actually doing this.”Nanami exhaled softly,almost a laugh, almost a sigh. “Good morning,” he murmured.

And for a moment, you wished it had been a dream… only so you wouldn’t feel so flustered now that it wasn’t.

Your mother eventually stopped taking pictures long enough to clap her hands together and announce that breakfast was ready. She left the room humming something triumphant, already sending the photos to Alexia, no doubt.

You pushed yourself up, still dazed, and Nanami quietly sat back, smoothing a hand over his hair as if trying to restore his dignity after being photographed in a compromising Greek-family ambush.

The walk to the dining room was short, but somehow every step made your heartbeat louder. The house smelled like freshly baked bread and eggs and something sweet you couldn’t place. Yiayia was already seated, force feeding your father slices of koulouri.

Your mother beamed when she saw you both.

“Good morning! Sit, sit.”

Nanami inclined his head politely, the picture of calm, but his hand brushed your lower back as he moved to take the seat beside you. Not obvious. Not dramatic. Just enough to ground you.

Alexia’s fiancé, Kostas, leaned over his plate of eggs and looked between the two of you with a grin.

“You two look well rested, must have been cuddling all night huh?” he joked.

Alexia nodded firmly “A man who wakes up holding you is a man who will not leave you.”

You nearly choked.

“God”

“What? I speak the truth.”

Nanami’s lips twitched. Just slightly. Just enough for you to notice.

Yiannis arrived last, wearing sunglasses indoors even though the sun wasn’t that bright. He froze for half a second when he realized you and Nanami were sitting close, then forced a grin that didn’t reach his eyes.

“Morning,” he said, immediately diving his face into a piece of bougatsa.

Yiannis wiped his mouth with a napkin, then glanced at Nanami with a smug little shrug.

“…Just so you know, she’s never been the touchy type. When we were together? I swear, getting a hug out of her was like negotiating a peace treaty.”

You nearly choked on your juice. “Yianni- seriously?”

He raised his hands. “I’m just saying. She has a whole… touching problem. I’m guessing you’ve noticed?”

Nanami didn’t even look up as he reached for his coffee.

“i’d have to disagree”

Yiannis blinked. “What?”

Nanami finally met his eyes, expression calm, voice smooth as if commenting on the weather.

“People act differently when they’re treated right.”

Yiannis opened his mouth, then shut it again because he couldn’t argue with that without sounding like the problem.

Alexia let out a low “wow.”

Your grandmother muttered something approving in Greek.

Your mother smiled into her cup like she’d been waiting for someone to say exactly that.

You could feel your ears burning, but… not in a bad way. Breakfast eventually dissolved into the familiar chaos of your family’s conversations overlapping, loud, affectionate, impossible to follow unless you were born into it. Plates passed, someone argued about local politics, Yiayia announced she didn’t like your aunt’s new haircut even though the aunt wasn’t present.

Nanami handled it all with impossible grace.

Every so often, you felt his knee bump yours under the table. Softly. Not accidental. Not purposeful. Just… there.

A quiet presence in a loud room.

You didn’t pull away.

When breakfast was over, your mother shooed everyone out with a broom she absolutely did not need but insisted made her “more authoritative.” Alexia dragged Yiannis and his girlfriend upstairs to try outfits for the pre-wedding dinner tonight, and Kostas followed, mumbling something about escaping the broom.

Which left you and Nanami alone in the hallway.

For the first time since waking up in his arms, the house felt… still.

You exhaled. “Sorry about all that. My family’s… a lot.”

Nanami shook his head gently. “They’re warm.”

“Warm is a polite word for overwhelming,” you muttered.

He looked at you fully, directly and something in his eyes softened.

“I didn’t mind.”

You opened your mouth to joke, to deflect, to make light of it, but his tone stopped you. It wasn’t teasing. It wasn’t formal. It was… honest.

You felt your heartbeat pick up again.

Nanami glanced toward the guest room. “Do you need a moment to rest?”

“No” you said too quickly. “I mean- No,I’m fine. Actually… do you want to sit outside for a bit? The garden’s quieter.”

He nodded once. “If you’d like.”

The back patio was warm with early afternoon sun, cicadas humming lazily. You sank onto a low stone bench beneath the lemon tree. Nanami sat beside you not touching, but close enough that you could feel the heat from his body.

For a while, neither of you spoke.

It wasn’t awkward.

Just easy.

You picked at a leaf near your hand. “So… about earlier.”

Nanami waited, patient as always.

“You didn’t have to defend me” you said quietly. “With Yiannis.”

“I know.”

“But you did”

“I did.”

You swallowed, fingers twisting together. “Why?”

Nanami tilted his head slightly, considering his words. That was something about him he chose them, carefully, like each one mattered.

“Because you deserved better than the way he spoke about you” he said simply. “And because I didn’t like hearing it.”

Your breath caught. “You… didn’t like it?”

His eyes lowered to your hands. One subtle inch at a time, he moved closer until his knee brushed yours again deliberate this time.

“I didn’t” he repeated.

Your chest tightened in a way that felt new and terrifying and warm all at once.

“And” he added quietly “I liked waking up with you more than I should have.”

Your heart slammed against your ribs.

You couldn’t look away from him.

He didn’t look away from you.

It wasn’t a confession.

Not yet.

But it was a step toward one, undeniable and real.

And you took a breath, steadying yourself, knowing that by the time the wedding came, something between you would have to be said.

Something that could no longer be pretend.

The rest of the afternoon passed in a blur of family chaos:fittings, errands, last-minute decorations, your mother yelling at your uncle because he forgot the wedding favors in his trunk since Easter.

Through it all, Nanami stayed close.

Not hovering.

Not clinging.

Just… present.

And somehow, every time you turned, he was there.

A hand steadying your elbow when someone nearly knocked you over.

A quiet “Careful” when you almost tripped over your cousin’s abandoned heels.

A warm look whenever Yiannis drifted too close.

By the time evening rolled in and the house shifted into wedding-day preparations, you felt… safe with him. In a way you hadn’t expected so soon.

Alexia burst into your room mid-curling your hair.

“Okay, the boys are ready…oh my God, you look cute, he’s going to die.”

“Alexia, stop.”

“I will not” she declared dramatically, “Its my wedding day and i say how it goes.”

And then she was gone.

You let out a breath and checked your reflection one last time before stepping into the hallway.

Nanami was waiting downstairs.

He looked up.

And everything inside you went very, very still.

He was in a crisp shirt and tailored trousers, sleeves rolled once at the forearms. Simple. Elegant. Effortless. Somehow even more handsome than usual, if that was physically possible.

“…You look beautiful” he said gently.

You hoped the hallway lighting hid how red you went.

“Thank you. You look…good. Really good. Like unfairly good.”

The corner of his mouth lifted. “Unfairly?”

“Very.”

His gaze softened. And something about the way he looked at you openly, without restraint made it hard to breathe.

Alexia yelled from the door “Let’s go, lovebirds! We’re late!”

You nearly tripped down the last step.

Nanami caught your hand without thinking. And didn’t let go.

The venue was glowing,all warm lights, soft music, and the faint scent of jasmine drifting through the air. People danced, laughed, clinked glasses, the kind of happy noise that filled every corner.

Nanami kept close beside you, his hand brushing yours now and then as if drawn there by instinct.

Yiannis pretended not to watch.

Badly.

At one point, during a slow song, he walked over with an exaggerated grin.

“May I?” he asked, offering his hand to you.

Nanami stiffened just barely, just enough that you felt it.

You forced a polite smile. “It’s just a dance”you murmured under your breath to Nanami.

“It doesn’t feel like one” he murmured back.

Still, you accepted Yiannis hand because refusing would cause a scene.

On the dance floor, Yiannis pulled you a little closer than necessary.

“So” he said casually, “you two seem… intense.”

“Yianni”you warned.

“What? I’m just asking. You never acted like this with me.”

You stepped back slightly. “Maybe I wasn’t myself with you.”

“Or maybe he’s putting on a show,” Yiannis said, gaze flicking to Nanami, watching like a hawk from your table. “Doesn’t he always? Quiet, polite, perfect?”

“Yianni-“

He shrugged. “Just wondering if he actually cares, or if he’s just good at pretending.”

You swallowed because that hit too close to your own fear.

Then a voice cut through the music.

“…Enough.”

You turned.

Nanami stood there.

Not angry.

Not heated.

Just steady. Unshakable. The kind of calm that made your pulse jump because you could feel the emotion underneath it.

He extended a hand toward you.

Not forceful.

Not demanding.

Simply choosing you.

“Would you like to dance?” he asked.

Your heart flipped.

You took his hand.

Yiannis stepped aside,quiet this time.

Nanami drew you into the slow rhythm, one hand at your waist, the other guiding yours to his shoulder. His touch wasn’t hesitant tonight. It was warm. Sure. A little bold.

“You okay?” he asked softly.

You nodded, breath caught in your throat. “He was just being…well, him.”

“I didn’t like what he implied.”

“I know.”

“And I didn’t like seeing him pull you close.”

Your cheeks warmed. “Nanami…”

His thumb brushed your waist barely, but enough.

“I don’t pretend with you” he said quietly. “Not any of this.”

The world blurred,music, lights, voices fading until all that remained was his warmth, his eyes, his breath close to yours.

You tightened your hand on his shoulder without thinking.

“…Then what is this?” you whispered.

Nanami exhaled,slow, shaky, almost relieved.

“That’s what I’ve been trying to understand,” he admitted. “But when I saw him touch you, and when I woke up holding you, and when you smile at me like you trust me-”

He paused, jaw tightening for a second.

“-I know I don’t want to let it go.”

Your heart stopped.

Then started again, harder.

“Nanami…”

His forehead lowered toward yours, not touching just close enough to feel the promise in the space between.

“If I’ve misread you” he whispered “tell me now.”

You didn’t.

You couldn’t.

Not when your pulse was racing, not when your fingers curled against his shirt, not when everything in you was leaning toward him.

You lifted your gaze, barely breathing.

“You didn’t.”

Nanami stilled for half a breath after your words like the confirmation hit him harder than he expected.

Then something in him shifted.

Subtle.

Controlled.

But unmistakably intense.

His hand at your waist pressed a little closer, drawing you fully against him as the music swelled around you. Your breath hitched, barely audible but he heard it. You felt it in the way his fingers tightened, in the way his gaze dropped to your mouth as if pulled there.

“Say it again” he murmured, voice low enough to curl down your spine.

You swallowed. “You didn’t misread.”

His jaw flexed once restrained, deliberate and then he exhaled through his nose like he’d been holding that breath for hours.

“That’s all I needed.”

The next moment wasn’t rushed.

He didn’t lunge or grab or do anything uncharacteristic.

He leaned in slowly.

Intentionally.

Giving you every second to pull away.

You didn’t.

Your hand slid instinctively up his shoulder, fingers brushing the back of his neck and that was the final thread of permission.

His lips met yours.

Warm.

Certain.

A kiss that didn’t ask it claimed in the quietest, surest way.

The world dissolved.

Nanami kissed like he did everything else focused, precise, but with an undercurrent of intensity you’d only ever imagined. His hand moved from your waist to the small of your back, pulling you closer until your body fit into his perfectly, like this was where he wanted you all along.

You gasped softly at the shift, and he deepened the kiss immediately, answering the sound with a quiet, low exhale against your mouth that made your knees weaken.

His fingers slid into your hair, steady and gentle but undeniably possessive.

Your other hand gripped the front of his shirt, pulling him even closer, and you felt the faint smile against your lips soft, surprised, almost disbelieving.

You broke for air only for a second.

He chased you.

Not desperately

but like he’d been waiting far too long to stop now.

His forehead rested against yours, breaths mingling, both of you standing too close to pretend anymore.

“If we keep going” he murmured, voice rougher than before “I’m not sure I’ll want to stop.”

Your pulse fluttered wildly.

“Then don’t stop” you whispered.

Nanami closed his eyes once as if steadying himself then looked at you again, gaze heavy and warm and full of everything he’d been restraining this whole time.

“I haven’t wanted anything this much in a long time.”

His thumb brushed your cheek, slow and reverent.

“And I want you” he added softly.

The music, the lights, the people everything blurred around the two of you as he leaned in again, kissing you deeper this time, heat building in every point your bodies touched.

A kiss that felt like the start of something neither of you had planned but both of you wanted now with terrifying clarity.

The moment your lips parted, you both stood there breathing hard, the world still spinning in music and lights. Nanami kept one hand on your waist, steadying you as if he wasn’t entirely steady himself.

Then he dipped his head, voice barely above a whisper.

“We should… get some air.”

You nodded, unable to find your voice, already letting him guide you with a light, warm hand at the back of your hip. No one noticed you slip past the dance floor, past the bar, down a small hallway lit only by soft amber lights. You didn’t stop until he pushed open a quiet terrace door.

Cool night air rushed in.

Athens spread out below, golden and endless, but you barely saw it. Because the second the door clicked shut behind you, Nanami stepped forward again,close enough that your back brushed the terrace wall and his breath ghosted your cheek.

He wasn’t touching you.

Not yet.

But the space between you was thin enough to break with a sigh.

You spoke first, voice unsteady.

“Nanami…”

He lifted his hand, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face with a gentleness that made your chest tighten.

“Tell me if you want me to stop.”

“I don’t.”

That was all it took.

His hand slid to your jaw, guiding your face up to his as he kissed you again,deeper than inside, unrestrained in a way that made your stomach drop and your knees weaken.

Your fingers curled in the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer. He pressed his forehead to yours for a split second, his breath shaking just slightly against your lips.

“You’re going to be the death of my self-control” he murmured.

His hand traveled to the small of your back, sliding under the thin fabric of your dress just enough for his fingertips to brush bare skin. Your breath caught at the contact, warm, firm, intentional.

He felt the reaction.

You knew he did.

His eyes darkened just slightly.

“You’re shaking” he said softly.

“Because of you.”

Nanami’s exhale was slow, like he was fighting the urge to pin you to the wall and kiss you senseless.

He leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“If I kiss you again,” he said quietly, “I won’t stop at just kissing.”

Heat shot through you in a dizzy rush.

Your hand slid up to the back of his neck, pulling him closer until your lips brushed his.

“Then don’t stop.”

Nanami froze for half a second, just long enough for you to feel the exact moment he broke.

His mouth crashed onto yours, both hands gripping your waist now, pulling you flush against him. His kiss was slow but consuming, like he wanted to memorize every sound you made, every way you reacted to him. Your hands threaded into his hair, tugging lightly, and he let out a low, quiet sound against your lips that made your pulse stutter.

He kissed down the line of your jaw, then your neck.

“Nanami—”

He lifted his head immediately, his thumb brushing your cheek with surprising tenderness considering how breathless you both were.

“We should go back inside” he murmured, though he didn’t move away. “If we stay here any longer, I’m going to forget why we came to Greece at all.”

“And what’s your reason now?” you asked softly.

He held your gaze for a long, heated beat.

“You.”

Your stomach flipped, your legs unsteady, your heart absolutely gone.

He took your hand, his thumb brushing the back of it in a way that felt almost like a promise.

“Come on” he said gently. “Before someone comes looking.”

But he didn’t let go.

Not even when you stepped back inside.

Not even when the music swallowed you again.

Not even when the night ended.

Back at the office, you noticed yourself lingering in your office a little longer whenever Nanami appeared. The door that had always stood open now seemed to close more often than not. Over time, you had built a relationship on both emotional and physical foundations, steady, undeniable, and quietly perfect.

It didn’t happen overnight, but it happened naturally,so naturally that neither of you could pretend otherwise for long. After Greece, something unspoken lingered between you, soft but certain. Nanami started walking you to your train every evening. You started saving him a seat in the morning meetings. Little things. Quiet things. Things that felt harmless until they stopped being harmless and simply became… the way you two were.

Thank you so much for reading💕

[timotheechalametsrealgf]

OFFICE WEDDING P2

k.nanami x fem!reader

synopsis!: YN, a sharptongued Greek stockbroker, needs a fake date for her sister’s wedding back home. The only person available? Nanami Kento, her annoyingly disciplined, maddeningly perfect rival at the brokerage firm. What begins as a strictly strategic arrangement turns turbulent fast as pretend romance, and unexpected attraction blur together under the sun-soaked skies of Greece.

inspired by the book The spanish love deception!

warning!: Modernau!, nothing crazy just a heated makeout, no jujutsu sorcery and stuff, semi-long chapters, 3parts, completed

PART1 PART3

The plane hummed steadily beneath you, a low vibration mixing with the faint clatter of drink carts and murmured conversations. You were trapped in a metal tube with your fake boyfriend for ten hours. Wonderful.

Nanami sat beside you, posture straight, shirt perfectly pressed despite the long flight. Meanwhile, you were trying not to suffocate in your own nerves.

“We should review our information,” he said calmly, adjusting the air vent above him. “If your family asks about us, we need to be aligned.”

“Right,” you nodded, turning slightly toward him. “Let’s start with interests. Just in case someone tries to make small talk.”

Nanami lifted a brow. “I enjoy reading, running in the mornings, and cooking.”

You blinked. “Cooking? You cook?”

He frowned lightly, almost offended. “Yes. Why wouldn’t I?”

“I don’t know,” you said, shrugging. “I just never pictured you in a kitchen.”

“And yet I’ve always pictured you there,” he replied. “Considering how often you come to work with homemade snacks.”

Your eyes widened. “You noticed that?”

Nanami gave you a brief look, like he couldn’t understand why that surprised you.

“Of course I noticed” he said. “You bring them at least twice a week.”

You looked down at your hands, heat rising to your cheeks.

“Oh. Well… yeah. I like baking.”

“Add that to your list of interests,” he said, typing it into his phone. “Cooking, baking, and overly sweet coffee drinks.”

“Hey-” you nudged him with your elbow, “my coffee tastes are between me and God.”

Nanami’s lips twitched. You swear it almost resembled a smile.

“Fine” he said. “Next: how we met.”

“Okay” you leaned back in your seat. “We met at work. Simple.”

“We met at work,” he agreed, “but if anyone asks for details?”

“Oh.” You thought for a second. “Maybe something like… you offered to help me with a report I was struggling with.”

Nanami stared at you with a flat expression. “That has never happened.”

“I know” you said, rolling your eyes. “It’s fake dating, Nanami. Fake. Use your imagination.”

He sighed. “Fine. Then perhaps we kept running into each other at the office. Familiarity turned into interest.”

You blinked. “You came up with that?”

“It’s realistic,” he said without looking at you.

You smiled. “Yeah. And kind of cute, actually.”

Nanami pretended not to hear that.

“So,” he continued, “our first date?”

“Hmm.” You thought for a moment. “Maybe… that little cafe near the office? The one with the weird lemon pastries?”

Nanami nodded. “Acceptable. And believable.”

“Okay,” you said, exhaling. “And we’ve been dating for… three months.”

He typed that down too. “Three months.”

Another small silence settled between you, comfortable, surprisingly.

Then Nanami spoke again. “You may tell your family that I… enjoy your company.”

Your head snapped toward him. “Wait. You do?”

He looked forward, expression steady. “It would make the story more convincing.”

“Right” you muttered, though your chest warmed in a way you didn’t expect.

Another beat passed.

Nanami cleared his throat. “And you? What do you tell them you like about me?”

You stared. “You’re asking me that?”

“Yes” he said calmly. “It’s essential we have consistent answers.”

You opened your mouth, then closed it. His eyes were on you, patient but firm.

Finally, you said softly, “I’ll tell them you’re reliable. And steady. And… nicer than people assume.”

Nanami blinked once. Slowly.

“I see” he said, voice lower than before.

He typed those notes too.

The plane continued toward Greece, but suddenly the cabin felt smaller, warmer, and much more complicated than you’d planned.

After a few agitating moments of silence you unbuckled your seatbelt, lifting yourself off the sit. “I’m going to the bathroom” you whispered.

Nanami nodded, eyes still on his book. “Alright.”

You squeezed past him and made your way down the aisle, did your business, splashed a little water on your face, and headed back.

Just as you reached your row, the plane jolted sharply.

Your foot slipped.

Your stomach dropped.

And before you could fall, a strong hand caught your waist and pulled you upright,straight into Nanami’s chest.

“Easy” he said quietly, his grip steady and warm.

Your palms were flat against him: his cologne wrapped around you, clean and subtle, and the solid muscle beneath your hands made your breath catch.

“S-sorry” you muttered, flustered.

“It’s alright.” Nanami steadied you fully before letting go, fingers brushing your hip as he pulled back.

You sank into your seat, face warm.

Nanami reopened his book, but neither of you said a word.

The silence between you was definitely different now.

The rest of the flight passed quietly.

A little small talk. Nothing deep.

“Do you want water?”

“You can take the window if you prefer.”

“You should try to sleep.”

Soft, simple exchanges that somehow felt natural.

As the plane descended, the golden afternoon light of Athens spread across the city: warm, bright, familiar. Your chest tightened at the sight.

“Welcome home” Nanami said quietly.

You swallowed. “Yeah. Feels strange.”

The moment you stepped into the arrivals hall, you spotted your family instantly, your mom waving with both hands, your dad standing steady with his usual serious expression, and your sister Alexia practically vibrating with excitement.

“There they are” you whispered.

Nanami nodded, calm and collected. “Let’s go.”

Your mom reached you first, hugging you tightly. Your dad immediately shook Nanami’s hand,firm grip, assessing stare, before walking beside him like he was already interviewing him for a job.

“So, Nanami,” your dad began, voice low but friendly. “What do you do? How long have you known my daughter? Do you treat her well? Planning to see anything while you’re here? Do you like Greek food?”

Nanami handled the barrage without flinching.

“I work in finance. We’ve known each other for some time. And yes, I take good care of her. I’d like to experience local cuisine.”

Your dad nodded, approving. “Very good. Very good. You’re a proper young man.”

Meanwhile, behind them, Alexia grabbed your arm so fast you nearly stumbled.

“WHY didn’t you tell me your boyfriend looks like THAT?” she hissed loudly.

Your soul left your body. “Alexia-“

“No, look at him,” she insisted, tugging your hand forward.

Nanami walked with your dad, tall and composed, his shirt fitting a little too perfectly across his back. His forearms flexed subtly as he gestured politely.

“Do you see the back muscles?” Alexia whispered dramatically. “You brought that home with you? And didn’t warn me?”

“Please shut up,” you muttered, horrified.

“And his voice?” she continued. “Deep. Calm. Mature. I swear I felt it in my spine.”

“Alexia-“

She elbowed you. “Oh, and the way he shook Dad’s hand? Confidence. Respect. Manners. I’m about to marry him myself if you mess this up.”

“Stop talking.”

Alexia leaned close, eyes sparkling. “So… is he exactly as good in bed as he looks, or BETTER?” she winked

“I can’t do this with you.”

She smirked. “You don’t deny it. Interesting.”

Up ahead, Nanami looked back briefly,meeting your eyes, checking on you with a small, soft look.

Your breath stuttered.

Alexia whispered, “Oh, he LOOKS at you like that? Girl. You have won.”

Back at the house the place hadn’t changed at all white walls warmed by the late sun, the smell of olive oil and oregano drifting from the kitchen, and the familiar sound of your mom shouting, “Μαζευτείτε! Το τραπέζι είναι έτοιμο!” (“Come! Dinner is ready!”)

Nanami paused beside you.

“What did she say?”

“That the table’s ready,” you murmured. “Prepare to eat more than you’ve eaten in your entire life.”

He nodded like he was bracing himself.

The patio table was set beautifully: warm lighting, plates lined with mezedes, bowls of olives, tzatziki, baskets of fresh bread. But everything inside you froze when you saw them.

Your ex.

With his new girlfriend.

Already seated.

Nanami felt the shift instantly.

“Something wrong?”

You forced a smile. “They’re just… here.”

Your ex looked up, surprised to see you. More surprised to see Nanami. His gaze dropped to your intertwined hands.Nanami had taken yours without hesitation and his expression tightened.

Nanami stepped slightly closer, letting his hand graze your hip as he guided you forward. Small. Subtle. Intentional.

Your ex stood to greet you, artificially warm.

“Hey. Been a long time. You look… different.”

“She looks beautiful,” Nanami answered calmly. “She always does.”

Your breath caught.

Your ex blinked.

Your mom quickly intervened, beaming. “Sit, sit! And someone pass the moussaka, try it while it’s still warm!”

Nanami leaned toward you. “Moussaka?”

“It’s layered eggplant, meat, béchamel,” you whispered. “A classic.”

“I see” he murmured, studying it like data he had to memorize.

Dinner moved on, plates shifting around, your family speaking over each other, laughter rising in bursts. Nanami handled everything flawlessly, answering your parents with steady politeness, even attempting a few Greek words your mom fed him.

Under the table, his knee brushed yours.

Accidental at first.

Less accidental the next time.

Your ex kept sneaking glances,not subtle ones. Annoyed ones.

At one point, he leaned in closer than he needed to. “So this is… serious? You two?”

Before you could answer, Nanami covered your hand with his.

Warm. Confident. Unmistakably protective.

“Yes,” he said. “Very.”

Your pulse went wild.

Nanami lifted your hand slightly, thumb brushing your fingers like it was second nature, then turned his attention to you instead of your ex.

“Are you alright?” he asked softly.

And for a moment, a terrifying moment , you forgot this was supposed to be fake.

Alexia’s fiance arrived a little later, instantly swept into conversation by your parents and uncles, everyone congratulating the couple again even though the wedding was still days away.

Your yiayia (grandma) moved slower but with purpose, dragging your pappou (grandpa ) by the arm.

“Where is he?” she demanded, scanning the patio.

Nanami straightened like he sensed an incoming threat.

You whispered, “Prepare yourself. This is the boss level.”

Yiayia reached him first, squinting up like she was assessing a statue.

“Μμμ… καλός είναι.” (“He’s good.”) “Έχει πλάτες.” (“He has good shoulders.”)

Pappous poked Nanami’s arm. “Do you work out?”

Nanami cleared his throat. “Yes. Regularly.”

Yiayia elbowed pappous proudly. “Τ’ άκουσες;” (“You heard that?”)

Then she looked back at Nanami, deadly serious.

“You eat enough? You’re strong. Good. You should eat more while you’re here. More olive oil. And lamb. And moussaka. You’re too polite, eat more.”

Nanami bowed slightly. “Thank you. I’ll keep that in mind.”

You genuinely considered diving under the table.

Alexia appeared next with the biggest grin. She looped her arm through yours and looked Nanami up and down like she was evaluating a racehorse.

“So, Nanami,” she began sweetly, “since we’re all basically family-“

Your stomach dropped. “Alexia-”

“-how much do you make?”

“OH MY GOD-”

“What? In Greece we ask!” she defended. “How else do we know if he can support you?”

Nanami didn’t even blink.

“My income is stable. More than enough to support myself. And your sister, if necessary.”

Yiayia clapped her hands. “Μπράβο, παιδί μου.” (“Bravo, my boy.”)

Pappous leaned closer. “And your family? They’re good people? Respectful? In Japan you are very clean, yes?”

Nanami blinked once.

“Yes. Cleanliness is… a cultural expectation. And yes…they are respectful.”

Yiayia whispered, «Θεέ μου…» (“My God…”) like she needed prayer to withstand how polite and handsome he was.

Your ex, seated further back, overheard everything,his expression tightening with every word.

Then pappous took a deep breath and delivered the final question.

“So. How did you two meet?”

Nanami didn’t hesitate. His hand slid gently, confidently to your waist, pulling you just a little closer.

“We met at work” he said, voice smooth. “She stood out.”

Your heart did a full somersault.

Alexia stared at you like, Marry him right now.

Yiayia crossed herself.

Your ex nearly choked on his wine.

Nanami leaned down slightly so only you could hear.

“If it’s too overwhelming, tell me.”

But his hand stayed on your waist, warm and steady.

Alexia clapped her hands together, loud enough to break whatever spell Nanami’s voice had pulled you into.

“Alright, lovebirds” she said, standing from the table, “before Yiayia kidnaps you for dessert, let me show you where you two will be sleeping.”

You almost corrected her out of pure panic, but Nanami’s hand tightened on your waist like he felt your inhale.

Right. Couple. Mission. Focus.

You followed Alexia down the hallway, Nanami walking beside you, solid and steady. She opened a door with a little flourish.

“This is your room!”

A warm, sunlit space. Fresh sheets. Soft lighting. A balcony overlooking the backyard. And neatly folded on the bed.

“Oh, and your matching pajamas!” Alexia announced proudly.

You blinked. Nanami blinked.

They were… cute. A little too cute.

Light blue. Soft cotton. Tiny little embroidered moons.

“Alexia,” you whispered, “you didn’t-”

“I did,” she said. “You’re welcome. Anyway! I’ll leave you two to settle in. Drinks in an hour. Don’t be late.”

She wiggled her eyebrows once more, then disappeared.

The door clicked shut behind her.

For a moment, neither of you moved.

Then you exhaled, rubbing your forehead. “I’m… sorry if my family’s straightforwardness is too much.”

Nanami tilted his head slightly, studying you.

“Do I seem uncomfortable?”

“I mean-“

His brows lifted just a fraction, amused.

“I’m alright,” he said softly. “Your family is lively. And you warned me.”

A beat.

“Besides… I don’t mind.”

That last part hit warmer than it should have.

You nodded quickly, looking anywhere but his eyes. “Right. Um. Thanks again…for helping me with all this. I still don’t know why you agreed.”

Nanami let out a faint breath that could have been a laugh.

“You looked… like you needed it.”

Then, gentler, “And I don’t mind helping you.”

Your heart stuttered, because of course it did.

He glanced toward the door. “We should get ready.”

You nodded.

The night air in Athens was warm, humming with noise and lights. By the time you reached the bar Alexia had chosen, a tucked-away place with neon signs and loud music, the city felt alive in a way that matched the adrenaline still running through your chest.

You walked in beside Nanami.

Alexia and her fiancé led the way.

And Yiannis… well. Yiannis was already waiting by the entrance.

His eyes landed on you first.

Then slid slowly, stiffly, to Nanami.

“Finally,” Yiannis said, and even the greeting sounded like a complaint. “Thought you got lost.”

Alexia rolled her eyes. “Relax, Yianni. Come on, our table’s upstairs.”

The booth was dim, scattered with flickering candles and already-waiting drinks. Everyone slid in, and before you could even settle, Yiannis leaned forward, elbows on the table, voice too casual to be genuine.

“So, Nanami…”

He said the name like it personally offended him.

“What do you do again?”

Nanami didn’t flinch.

“Finance.”

“Finance,” Yiannis echoed, giving a short laugh. “Right. I used to work in consulting. Big hours, big money. You know how it is.”

Nanami nodded politely. “Of course.”

Yiannis smirked.

You knew that smirk.

“And what’s your monthly? Rough estimate.”

You choked on your drink. “Yianni!”

Nanami didn’t look bothered. Not even slightly.

He simply answered with a figure that made Yiannis blink hard.

“Oh. Wow.”

The smugness evaporated.

Yiannis sat back, mumbling something under his breath.

Alexia shot you a look across the table like girl, he lost.

You hid your smile in your glass.

A few minutes later, while the others debated what shots to order, Nanami leaned slightly toward you.

“You’re quiet,” he said, voice low enough that only you could hear. “You alright?”

“Yeah,” you said quickly. “Just… tense. Yiannis is being Yiannis.”

Nanami’s eyes followed your ex for a second, unreadable.

Then back to you.

“If he makes you uncomfortable, tell me.”

The words were simple.

But something about the calm certainty in them made your shoulders ease.

“I’m fine,” you said, softer. “Really. It’s just… old stuff. I get in my head.”

Nanami’s gaze held yours for a moment too long.

“I see. Thank you for telling me.”

Your pulse skipped again.

You needed a distraction.

“So… you don’t hate this yet? The whole pretending thing?”

He gave the tiniest smile.

“No. Not yet.”

Heat crawled up your neck.

Before you could respond, Alexia dropped a tray of shots onto the table.

“Alright!” she announced. “Let’s get this night started.”

Yiannis muttered, “Oh, great.”

At some point in the night, the music swelled, the lights pulsed, and Alexia dragged her fiance toward the dance floor. Yiannis and his girlfriend followed, disappearing into the crowd without a backward glance.

Suddenly, the booth was quiet.

Just you and Nanami.

Half-finished drinks.

Warm neon light brushing his cheekbones.

You felt pleasantly fuzzy, the room just a little wavy at the edges. Nanami, on the other hand, looked almost normal,except for the faint pink on his ears and the way his knee was suddenly touching yours under the table.

“You’re not drunk”you accused softly.

“I’m… a little light-headed” he admitted. “Enough to notice you keep staring.”

Your face heated. “I’m not staring.”

“You are.”

His voice was low, a little amused, a little too gentle.

You tipped your head against the back of the booth, sighing. “Sorry. It’s just… weird seeing you outside the office. You’re different.”

Nanami raised a brow. “Different how?”

“Less serious” you said immediately. “Less of an annoying, perfect overachiever.”

He huffed a laugh. Actually laughed.

That alone made your stomach flip.

“Is that truly how you see me?” he asked.

“Sometimes” you confessed. “But also… you’re reliable. Even when you drive me crazy. And tonight, you’ve been… nice.”

Nanami’s hand rested on the seat cushion.

A moment later, his fingers brushed yours.

Barely there.

But intentional.

“I’m always nice” he murmured. “You just only notice when you’ve had three drinks.”

“I’ve had two” you protested, even though that was objectively false.

Nanami’s lips twitched. “Of course.”

You turned toward him, a little bolder, a little floaty. “This whole fake-dating thing… I thought it’d be awkward. But you’re… easy to be around.”

His gaze softened.

And maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was just him, but your heart did something traitorous.

“You’re easy to be around as well” he said quietly. “Easier than I expected.”

Your breath caught.

Then the music shifted, bass rolling through the furniture.

Nanami’s hand, still lightly touching yours, turned fully-his palm warm against the back of your hand.

“I don’t mind this,” he added, voice just barely raised over the beat. “Being here with you.”

With the lights flickering over his face, with the soft buzz in your veins, with his fingers gently curling around yours

you believed him.

And for the first time that night, pretending didn’t feel like pretending at all.

Eventually, the night caught up with everyone.

Alexia was giggling into her fiancé’s shoulder, Yiannis was swaying more than walking, and his girlfriend looked seconds away from falling asleep on her feet. The moment the bar lights shifted to their “closing soon” glow, the group collectively decided it was time to go home.

The car ride back was a blur of streetlights and laughter.

Inside, the room looked exactly as it had earlier — soft lighting, neatly folded pajamas, the faint lavender scent of clean linen. Except now, everything seemed softer, warmer, blurrier.

Nanami glanced around once, then nodded toward the bed.

“You should sleep,” he said. “You’ve had more than enough for one night.”

“And you?” you asked, slurring the tiniest bit.

He gestured toward the armchair by the dresser. “I’ll take that. It’s fine.”

You blinked at the chair.

It looked like it would lose a fight with a cardboard box.

“That’s… not comfortable,” you mumbled.

“It’s not a problem,” Nanami said, already removing his glasses and setting them carefully on the nightstand. “You need the bed.”

You slid under the covers. The room tilted once, then steadied.

Nanami settled into the chair, crossing his arms, looking far too large for it: long legs cramped, shoulders tense, head tipped back against the wall.

He looked miserable.

Polite, composed, stubborn… and miserable.

You stared at him for a long moment, then whispered, “Nanami.”

He hummed in acknowledgment.

“You can… sleep here. On the bed. If you want.”

His eyes opened just slightly. “That wouldn’t be appropriate.”

“I’m not asking you to… you know…” You waved your hand vaguely, losing the thread. “Just don’t suffer in that chair. I don’t mind.”

After a quiet pause, Nanami let out a soft sigh. “Alright,” he said, lifting himself from the tiny chair.

Next to you, the mattress dipped slightly under his weight. He settled carefully on the far side of the bed, back turned, making sure to leave plenty of space between you.

Even like that, the warmth of his presence was unmistakable.

And for the first time that night, you let yourself drift to sleep, feeling safer than you ever expected with him so close.

HERES PART3 IF YOU WISH TO CONTINUE…OR MAYBE YOU CAN RUN IT BACK TO PART1

[timotheechalametsrealgf]

OFFICE WEDDING P1

k.nanami x fem!reader

synopsis!: YN, a sharptongued Greek stockbroker, needs a fake date for her sister’s wedding back home. The only person available? Nanami Kento, her annoyingly disciplined, maddeningly perfect rival at the brokerage firm. What begins as a strictly strategic arrangement turns turbulent fast as pretend romance, and unexpected attraction blur together under the sun-soaked skies of Greece.

inspired by the book The spanish love deception!

warnings!: Modern au!, nothing too crazy just an intense makeout, no jujutsu sorcery and stuff,semi-long chapters, 3parts, completed

PART 2 PART 3

Your sister’s wedding in Greece was supposed to be simple. Fly home, eat your weight in spanakopita, hug your family, and prove to everyone, especially your ex, that you no longer resembled the heartbroken mess who’d fled the country years ago.

But then your mother sent the message.

“Your ex and his new girlfriend will be there! Isn’t that wonderful?”

Wonderful. Right.

You’d left Greece looking like a walking cautionary tale: depressed, humiliated, and freshly dumped. Your family had practically carried you onto the plane like a fragile antique vase. So this time, you wanted to return looking stable. Successful. Non-fragile. Ideally glowing.

And because you were a panicked idiot with poor impulse control, you told your sister that you were bringing your boyfriend.

Which would’ve been perfectly fine.

If you had one.

Now you were stuck with a lie, a two-week deadline, and absolutely no idea where to find a man willing to fly to Greece, charm your entire extended family, and pretend to be in love with you.

Which would’ve been stressful enough… if your work life weren’t its own brand of chaos.

Because at your brokerage firm, the markets weren’t the only thing unpredictable,Nanami Kento was. Precise. Calm. Annoyingly competent. He was the kind of stockbroker who made flawless trades before you’d even finished your first coffee. Your rival in every meeting, every report, every metric worth competing over.

And sure, he was perfect…annoyingly, inconveniently perfect, but he wasn’t an option.

Not yet.

Not even close.

You had other people to ask first.

He would be your last resort.

Your absolute last choice.

At least, that’s what you told yourself.

You had twelve days to find a fake boyfriend. Twelve.

That was barely enough time to fix your split ends, let alone recruit a man to fly internationally with you and convincingly play “devoted partner” in front of a family that could sniff out lies faster than they could overcook lamb.

So you started where any desperate, under-caffeinated adult would.

A bar.

It was a Thursday night, loud enough to drown your thoughts and dim enough that everyone looked mildly attractive or at least passably stable. Your best friend, Mika, was perched beside you, swirling her drink like she was mixing potions.

“There.” She pointed toward a man leaning against the wall, wearing a shirt one button too low. “He looks… available.”

“He looks like he says ‘mamacita’ unironically,” you muttered.

“Okay.” Mika scanned the room again. “What about him?”

This time she nodded at a man aggressively typing on a work laptop.

“He brought his laptop to a bar,” you said. “That’s worse than my ex.”

You spent an hour evaluating candidates…too drunk, too married, too much Axe body spray, too whatever. None of them even remotely qualified to survive an evening with your family, let alone an entire wedding weekend.

Finally, Mika groaned. “Fine. Plan B. Blind dates.”

So for the next few days Mika helped you find 3 possible candidates.

Date 1

A finance bro who proudly announced he “didn’t believe in Greece’s tax system.” You didn’t believe in staying past the appetizer.

Date 2

A guy who seemed promising until he told you he thought My Big Fat Greek Wedding was “based on real Greek history.” That was your cue to leave.

Date 3

A quiet, sweet man who would’ve been perfect…if he hadn’t burst into tears explaining that his last girlfriend ran away with his cousin. Twice.

By the end of the night, you and Mika were sitting on her couch, defeated.

“You need someone reliable,” she said. “Someone stable. Someone who won’t run away, embarrass you, or cry on your aunt’s shoulder.”

“That person doesn’t exist,” you sighed.

Mika side-eyed you. “Well… what about someone from work?”

You scoffed, leaning back. “Absolutely not. My options at work are either married, insufferable, or ”

Your brain offered the name before you could stop it.

Nanami Kento.

You shoved that thought deep, deep down. “ or just not suitable.”

Mika smirked. “You paused.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Yes, you did.”

You grabbed a pillow and threw it at her.

But later that night, alone in your apartment, staring up at the ceiling, you couldn’t stop the intrusive thought.

Nanami was stable.

Reliable.

Not a cryer.

Not a “mamacita” guy.

And he absolutely wouldn’t let you embarrass yourself in front of your family.

Not because he cared, no, he’d prevent disaster out of sheer principle.

Not that it mattered.

Not that you were considering him.

He was your rival.

Your last choice.

The nuclear option.

And yet… you were running out of time.

The next morning at the brokerage firm felt like any other…fluorescent lighting, screens flashing market updates, coworkers pretending they weren’t on the verge of burnout. Except you. You were on the verge of burnout, humiliation, and possibly international disgrace.

Great.

You walked in balancing a coffee, a tablet, and what little dignity you had left, only to nearly collide with the last man on earth you wanted to think about.

Nanami Kento.

He stepped aside politely, barely glancing your way. “You’re late.”

“It’s 8:59,” you said.

“And work starts at eight-thirty,” he replied without missing a beat, adjusting his tie like the universe personally tailored it for him.

You hated how he did that,how he never stumbled, never rushed, never looked like he stayed up half the night panic-searching “how to ask a coworker to be your fake boyfriend without sounding insane.”

“Good morning to you too,” you muttered.

Nanami walked off with the kind of effortless confidence that made you want to throw your coffee at the back of his head. (You would never. Probably.)

Your day passed in a blur of market dips, client calls, and trying to pretend your personal life wasn’t spiraling. Nanami, annoyingly, was everywhere.

At the trading desk? Standing right beside you.

In the strategy meeting? Presenting first.

At lunch? Sitting at the table next to yours, reading reports like novels.

At one point, you reached for a pen, only to realize he’d taken it from your desk without asking.

“That’s mine,” you said.

He paused, looked down at it, then returned it calmly. “Apologies. Yours was the only one that writes smoothly.”

You blinked. “How did you…forget it.”

Your heart absolutely did not skip. It was indigestion. Stress. Something medical.

Definitely not Nanami.

Meanwhile, Mika kept sending you emojis— 🚨🙍‍♀️💔👩‍❤️‍👨💍🇬🇷—which you interpreted (correctly) as:

Ask. Someone. Soon.

But you weren’t ready yet.

You needed more time. More thinking. More denial.

Unfortunately, time had other plans.

It happened two days later, during your lunch break. You were in the break room, phone pressed to your ear, whispering urgently to Mika.

“No, I haven’t found anyone,” you hissed. “Do you want me to bring a cardboard cutout? Should I print a picture of Ryan Gosling and pray my family buys it?”

Mika snorted. “You have eight days left. You need to pick someone,anyone. Even if it’s-”

“Nope,” you said quickly. “We are not saying his name.”

“But he’s reliable.”

“And insufferable.”

“You know he’d treat the whole thing seriously.”

“That’s the problem!”

You leaned your forehead against the cold vending machine. “Besides, I can’t ask him. He’d probably laugh in my face.”

Mika sighed. “You don’t know that.”

“Yes, I do. Nanami Kento isn’t the kind of man who does…fake.” You rubbed your temple. “He probably hasn’t faked a smile in his life.”

A quiet sound behind you made your stomach drop.

Footsteps. Slow. Intentional.

And then his voice.

Calm. Cool. Neutral.

“Excuse me,” Nanami said from the doorway, one hand in his pocket. “I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

You froze.

Your soul froze.

Your entire bloodline froze.

He had definitely heard something,maybe everything.

You straightened, trying to act normal. “Oh. Nanami. Hi. I didn’t hear you come in.”

Nanami’s gaze flicked briefly to your phone, then to you.

“I didn’t mean to overhear,” he said, tone unreadable. “But you were… difficult not to hear.”

Your heart hammered against your ribs.

Mika whispered faintly in your ear, “Is that him? DID HE HEAR EVERYTHING-”

You hung up.

For a moment, neither of you spoke.

Nanami stood there, sleeves rolled up, expression controlled in that infuriatingly professional way.

Then he said, “If you need assistance with something, you should just ask.”

Your throat went dry.

He didn’t sound mocking. He didn’t sound amused.

He sounded… straightforward.

Sincere.

Which was somehow worse.Much worse. Because you suddenly weren’t sure if he had overheard enough to guess the truth or all of it.

You cleared your throat, trying to find a safe sentence in the wreckage of your brain.

“I-uh-assistance? With what?”

Nanami studied you for a moment. Not analyzing, not judging… just watching. Calmly. Like he was waiting for you to speak first.

Which was, of course, impossible, because your vocal cords had packed their bags and left.

He finally broke the silence.

“You sounded distressed.”

You blinked slowly. “I wasn’t distressed.”

“You were whispering aggressively at a vending machine.”

Damn it.

You opened your mouth to deny it, but Nanami continued, voice impossibly dry: “And you mentioned a deadline.” Your heart dropped. “And a wedding.” You nearly choked. “And the need for a” He paused, not unkindly. “…partner.”

You covered your face with your hands. “Oh my god.”

He didn’t respond,just stood there, composed and impossible, like the universe had chosen him personally to witness your downfall.

Finally you lowered your hands. “How much did you hear?” Nanami considered. “Enough.”

You wanted the ground to open and swallow you whole. Preferably with dignity.

“I wasn’t talking about you,” you blurted out.

“I assumed that.”

“I mean obviously because I wouldn’t ask you. Not that you’re not…well, you are…objectively…uh-functional, but”

Kill me.

“you’re not my type,” you added desperately.

Nanami raised a single eyebrow. “Is that so?”

“No! Yes! I don’t-forget it.”

He blinked once. Slowly. “You’re flustered.”

“Because you overheard me planning my fake boyfriend strategy for a wedding full of people who think I’m emotionally unstable!”

“Are you?”

“No!”

“…Are you sure?”

“I AM FINE.”

Nanami exhaled through his nose, his version of a sigh.

“Very well.”

He turned slightly, reaching for the refrigerator door, as if this were an entirely normal conversation and not the verbal equivalent of your soul tap-dancing off a cliff.

But before he could leave, a voice burst into the room.

“Kento! There you are!”

It was Satoru Gojo, because of course it was, storming in with sunglasses on indoors, holding iced coffee like it was a trophy.

He immediately noticed the tension. “Ooh. What did I walk into?”

“Nothing,” you and Nanami said at the same time.

Gojo grinned, which meant he absolutely did not believe either of you.

“Right. Totally convincing.”

Nanami adjusted his tie. “We were discussing a personal matter.”

“A personal matter?” Gojo’s grin widened. He looked between the two of you like he was watching a telenovela unfold live. “Like… personal personal?”

“No,” Nanami answered.

“He overheard me talking about a wedding,” you said.

Gojo gasped. “Is it yours? Are you two-“

“NO” you both snapped.

Gojo put a hand dramatically over his heart. “Okay, okay, calm down, I’m just checking!”

Nanami appeared to reach the limit of what he could tolerate in one conversation. “I’m going back to work.”

Gojo watched him leave, then turned to you, expression softening just a fraction.

“You okay?”

You exhaled. “No. Yes. Maybe. No.”

He nodded, as if that made perfect sense. “If it makes you feel better, Kento didn’t look annoyed.”

“He never looks anything,” you muttered.

Gojo smirked. “You’d be surprised.”

You didn’t have the emotional capacity to decode that.

You left the break room in a haze, half mortified, half convinced you needed to legally change your identity and flee the country before the wedding.

But the universe wasn’t done with you.

Because later that afternoon,just as you settled into reviewing a client analysis,Nanami approached your desk.

Quietly. Calmly.

As if he wasn’t about to rearrange the structure of your entire week.

“YN,” he said, voice steady. “We need to talk.”

You froze.

Oh.

No.

Your stomach dropped. “About what?”

“Not here.” He gestured toward a small conference room.

You followed him in, trying not to look like you were spiraling inside. Nanami closed the door softly, then turned to face you fully.

“You’re distracted,” he said, straight to the point. “And it’s affecting your work.”

You blinked. “Wow. Direct.”

“It’s the truth. You’ve been unfocused for days.”

You looked away, heat crawling up your neck. “I have personal things going on.”

“I gathered,” he replied, voice softening just a fraction. “Whatever the situation is, your current approach isn’t resolving it.”

Your head snapped up. “Are you judging how I handle my personal life now?”

“Yes.”

You stared at him, stunned.

“You’re trying to deal with something alone, and it’s not working,” he continued. “You’re overwhelmed.”

“I’m not overwhelmed,” you muttered, definitely overwhelmed.

Nanami stepped a little closer—steady, grounded, not intrusive. “You don’t need to tell me details. But you do need help.”

You swallowed. “Why do you care?”

He didn’t flinch. “Because when something burdens you, it affects everything. Including your work. And I can’t allow that to continue.”

Of course. Work. Always work.

But then his voice lowered slightly. “And because it’s clear you’re struggling.”

You froze.

Nanami straightened his tie, returning to his usual composure. “When you’re ready to discuss it, I will offer a solution.”

“A… solution?”

“Yes.”

You stared at him, unsure whether to scream or melt into the floor. Nanami opened the door. “Find me when you’re prepared.”

Then he walked out, leaving you alone with your racing heartbeat and the unsettling realization that he already knew something was wrong and that he intended to help, whether you asked or not.

Your phone buzzed that night while you were half-asleep on the couch. You answered without checking the caller ID.

“Sweetheart!” your mother’s voice burst through the speaker. “Your sister and I are finalizing the seating chart. We put you and your boyfriend at the family table, of course. Everyone is so excited to meet him!”

You sat up so fast you got dizzy. “Oh. Right. Yeah. Great.”

“And don’t worry about the guest room,” your sister chimed in suddenly on speaker. “We made it all cozy for the two of you. We bought new sheets. Matching pajamas too, they’re adorable.”

You nearly dropped the phone. “Matching— what?”

“And Yiannis will be there!” your mother added proudly. “With his new girlfriend. They’re looking very happy. But you don’t worry about that, okay? You have your wonderful boyfriend now.”

You swallowed a scream. “Uh-huh. Totally. Wonderful.”

“We can’t wait to meet him,” your sister said. “Please send us a picture soon!”

Your soul escaped your body.

You hung up and stared at the ceiling, thinking about how much trouble you were in.

The next morning at work, you were already exhausted before you even sat down. The lie was suffocating you. The wedding was days away. There was no plan, no boyfriend, no hope.

Nanami walked past your desk. You looked up at him like he was the last untouched floatation device on a sinking ship.

He stopped. “Is something wrong?”

You inhaled slowly, then stood. “Nanami… I need your help.”

He blinked, clearly not expecting that. “With what?”

“It’s…” You rubbed your temples. “There’s a wedding in Greece. My sister’s. And everyone thinks I’m bringing my boyfriend. Who doesn’t exist. And they already put us on the seating chart, and the guest room has new sheets, and they bought matching pajamas and—” You stopped yourself. “Basically, I lied. And I’m screwed.”

Nanami stared at you, silent for two long seconds. “I see.”

“I know this is ridiculous. I know I’m asking too much.” You stepped back, face burning. “I’m not asking you to be my date. Obviously. That would be insane. I’m just… telling you why I’m a mess.”

He adjusted his tie, completely calm. “Why wouldn’t you ask?”

You froze. “What?”

“I’m your last resort,” he said simply. “The only one you haven’t tried. Which means you’re desperate.”

You covered your face. “You don’t have to put it like that.”

“I’m being honest,” he replied. “If you want my help, you’ll have to tell me exactly what you need.”

Your heart pounded. “I… need someone to go with me. Pretend. Just for the weekend. So my family doesn’t worry.”

Nanami considered you for a moment, unreadable as always.

Then he said, calmly and without hesitation:

“All right. I’ll do it.”

Hope you enjoyed the first chapter! Here’s PART2 and PART3 if you wish to continue 💕

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HERO COSTUME

s.todoroki x support course student! reader

synopsis! Y/N, a support course student, is tasked with designing a costume for a student from the hero course. She nervously selects Todoroki, the student she secretly admires. As she works on the costume, Y/N's feelings grow, but she struggles to balance her admiration with the pressure of her assignment.

warnings! SMAU, fluff, 3rd year of UA!, slow burn, mature language, shoto is super dense, non-canon.

authornote! Hello everyone! I apologize for the lack of updates. I am going through a breakup right now, however i will try to get back to writing🤷‍♀️

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HERO COSTUME

s.todoroki x support course student!reader

synopsis! Y/N, a support course student, is tasked with designing a costume for a student from the hero course. She nervously selects Todoroki, the student she secretly admires. As she works on the costume, Y/N's feelings grow, but she struggles to balance her admiration with the pressure of her assignment.

warnings! SMAU, fluff, 3rd year of UA!, slow burn, mature language, shoto is super dense, non-canon.

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INCLUDES WRITTEN PARTS

Y/n couldn't believe her eyes as she looked at Shoto, sound asleep in front of her. His face was relaxed, his usual stern expression replaced by a peaceful, almost angelic expression. She couldn't help but notice just how handsome he was, even in his unconscious state.

She slowly lowered herself into a crouching position in front of him, studying his features closely. His mouth was slightly open, his breathing slow and calm, his muscular chest rising and falling with each breath.

She took the sit next to his still debating whether she should wake him up or let him rest, even if it was in this old, dusty classroom that looked more like a workshop.

He must have been tired, she figured. His training was different than hers, more demanding, more difficult. It required both skill and knowledge. She was merely a support character. There to boost those with better flashier abilities, quirks that were fit for battle.

But she was ok with that. She was ok knowing that her job was mediocre if that meant that he need her, that heroes need her support.

With a soft sigh, she decided to let him sleep for a bit longer, not wanting to disturb his peaceful slumber. She glanced around the old classroom, taking in the dusty and disused space.

But despite the dull surroundings, she found herself unable to focus on anything but him. She watched him sleep for a few moments longer, her eyes tracing over his face and his muscular physique.

His sleeping form had managed to tire her. She leaned back against the desk, her eyes growing heavy as well. The quiet, peaceful atmosphere of the old classroom seemed to lull her into a comfortable state of relaxation.

She felt her mind drift as she sat there next to him, his presence somehow reassuring and calming at the same time. She let her eyes close, her head tilting back against the desk as she let out another soft yawn.

Y/n's mind started to wander as she sat there, her thoughts swirling in lazy circles.

She couldn't help but think about the irony of the situation. Here she was, sitting next to her crush, her heart filled with longing and desire, and yet he was completely unaware of her feelings. He was sleeping so peacefully, completely oblivious to the fact that she was silently pining over him.

Time passes slowly as both of them sleep in the old classroom. The hours drift by, the sun slowly starting to set in the sky outside, casting a warm golden glow into the room.

Y/n's sleep is restful, her mind blissfully blank and free of worry. She barely moves, her breathing slow and steady as she drifts off into a calm, dreamless slumber.

That night, while Shoto laid in bed, he could only think about one thing. Y/n. He closed his eyes, the image of her sleeping in front of him imprinted in his mind. He couldn't get the sight out of his head, the way she had looked so peaceful, so vulnerable. Her face had been relaxed, her lips slightly parted as she slept. He had never seen her look so sweet, so innocent before.

His chest felt tight as he thought about her, and he couldn't quite understand why.

Why was he thinking like this? Why was he fixated on her, on the way she had looked in that moment, soft and so damn cute?

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HERO COSTUME

s.todoroki x support course student!reader

synopsis! Y/N, a support course student, is tasked with designing a costume for a student from the hero course. She nervously selects Todoroki, the student she secretly admires. As she works on the costume, Y/N's feelings grow, but she struggles to balance her admiration with the pressure of her assignment.

warnings! SMAU, fluff, 3rd year of UA!, slow burn, mature language, shoto is super dense, non-canon.

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HERO COSTUME

s.todoroki x support course student!reader

synopsis! Y/N, a support course student, is tasked with designing a costume for a student from the hero course. She nervously selects Todoroki, the student she secretly admires. As she works on the costume, Y/N's feelings grow, but she struggles to balance her admiration with the pressure of her assignment.

warnings! SMAU, fluff, 3rd year of UA!, slow burn, mature language, shoto is super dense, non-canon.

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ON THE RING

ex!boxer k. Bakugou x fem!reader

Synopsis!: Bakugo Katsuki, a cocky and determined boxer, is convinced he’s the best—and that [Y/N] should still be his. Teasing her with his usual arrogance, he’s confident she’ll come crawling back. But as he pushes her buttons, he soon realizes that winning her over might be a fight he’s not prepared for.

Warnings!: strong language!, suggestive, mature content!, aged up characters, SMAU!, maybe a lil writing in the future, multi-parts, non canon!Bakugou

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INCLUDES WRITTEN PART

The girl was standing by the door. Patiently waiting for Bakugou’s arrival.

She didn’t know what she was going to say, nor how she was going to say it, but she knew that whatever went down tonight, it would utterly alter their chemistry.

Surprisingly she was much comfortable with their relationship status right now. But something deep down screamed for a change and she wanted to satisfy that desire.

It took no longer than 20 minutes for the boxer to reach her doorstep. With a confident hand he knocked on her door.

As the girl opened it she was faced with a big bouquet of roses. Red , white , pink and even blue. “no way” she let out as she took ahold of the flowers, inhaling the aurora smell. “Katsuki you didn’t have to” she lightly punched his shoulder.

“You sounded a little gloomy so i wanted to lighten up your mood” he faintly smiled as his eyes followed her figure.

“Still, you shouldn’t have gone out of your way like this” She said as she placed down the bouquet. “But thanks for coming over, i just felt so overwhelmed with emotion, i needed your help”

Katsuki enters, his typical confident and cocky demeanor on full display. “Alright, alright, so you called me over here to talk about your feelings, huh?” He grins, crossing his muscular arms across his chest as he leans against the the wall.

The boxer looks at her with a mixture of skepticism and curiosity. He raises an eyebrow and crosses his arms. “Alright, I'm curious. Let's hear it. What's got you so overwhelmed that you needed my help?"

“I just… i don't know” she shakes her head “ i was so prejudiced about the idea of us talking, getting back together. But the more i talk to you…i just can’t help but feel something for you”.

The girl had no idea why she was so straight up with him. Why he felt so easy to talk to. He was her ex. They had broken up for a reason. Yet again she couldn’t keep her distance, she couldn’t resist the urge to go up to him, to hug him, to kiss him, to feel him, just like she used to.

The blondes usual confident demeanor falters slightly as she's so straightforward with her words. He is surprised at first, but he quickly regains his composure. “What did you just say?” He pushes himself off the wall and takes a few steps towards her.

She felt like he was taunting her. Like he was teasing her, making her repeat herself for his satisfaction.

Katsuki grins as he steps closer, his eyes narrowing further. “And what, exactly, do you feel for me? Is it longing? Desire? Love?"

He smirks, knowing he's enjoying watching her trying to figure out her own emotions.

The girl is irritated with his behavior. He is teasing her, making her confess without him confirming if he feels the same. He’s just stroking his ego. She had called him over for a wholesome conversation but he is not cooperating.

“Is this your idea of fun?” she deadpans feeling insecure under his strong crimson gaze. “Making me confess to you about how much i want you” she took a step closer as-well. Katsuki laughs as she takes a step closer to him, clearly enjoying her irritation.

"Oh, come on. It's not 'my idea of fun' but seeing you all frustrated and annoyed is definitely a bonus, I'll admit." He grins widely, his crimson eyes staring at her, his muscular frame towering over her.

"Besides, I'm not 'making you' confess to me. You brought me here because you wanted to talk about how you're feeling, right? And now you're getting all embarrassed because you can't even figure out your own emotions?"

He lets out a scoff, clearly enjoying the upper hand in this situation. He takes another step closer, shortening the distance between them.

“Are you just gonna act like i’m the only one feeling this way” she challenges, the tension thick in the air. “I see the way you look at me Katsuki, i can feel the way you touch me even tho its unnecessary, i acknowledge the things you do for me that you don’t for anyone else.”

Katsuki grins at her answer “oh, so you think you’ve got me all figured out huh? You’ve got all these little clues and hints to prove that i want you?”

"But here's the thing, princess. You might think you know me, but do you really? Do you know why I act the way I do around you?” The blonde reaches forward, gently grabbing her chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing her to look up at him.

"Maybe I just like the way you squirm and get all flustered when I tease you. Maybe it's just a power play, making you confess your feelings and desires to me while I sit back and enjoy the show." He grins, his thumb lightly running over her bottom lip, almost tauntingly.

"Or maybe I do have feelings for you, but I'm just too damn stubborn to admit it." he finished. Y/n rolled her eyes “You’re playing too much right now and i’m starting to regret calling you over”

“Oh, come on. You can't call me over, confess your 'feelings' for me and then get all annoyed when I don't immediately admit that I feel the same way. It's too easy for me to tease you, princess." He leans in slightly, his breath hot against her ear.

"Besides, you know you love the way I make you squirm." He continued taunting her "You can't help but love the way I make your heart race, the way I make you blush and stumble over your words. You love the way I tease and taunt you, because deep down, you know you love the attention I give you."

He whispered in her ear, his voice low and almost sensual, his body now pressed against her. He runs a hand down her side, his touch electrifying against her skin.

To say that the girl was stunned was an understatement. However nothing had prepared her for the sudden kiss that Katsuki had suddenly indulged her in.

His lips were rough up against her soft ones. She could also feel a scar, that was probably caused by his sparring. His callused hand was resting on the small of her back as he pulled her even closer to his body.

The kiss was hungry, long anticipated. The boxer need it her. He wanted more of her. A kiss just wasn’t enough to satisfy his craving.

His tongue was wrestling with hers. Both of them trying to assert dominance. But his hands driving lower on her body distracted her from the kiss.

She felt his hand land on her ass, as he squished at the flesh. The kiss was now broken as he guided his lips down to her neck and collarbone leaving small bites and kisses to her delicate skin.

Soft breaths were leaving her mouth, a few whimpers escaping with every bite and sucking of his. “Just like that” , “i want to hear you” he would whisper to her as his hand traveled dangerously close to her womanhood.

The girl pressed her thighs together at the touch. Trapping his hand as well. He only chuckled at that as he suddenly lifted her up, her legs automatically hugging his waist.

It was as if she weighed nothing when he walked towards the couch. Gently placing her on the soft cushion.

“I want you so bad” he whispered as he kissed the helix of her ear. The girl only responded with another passionate kiss as her hand landed on his abs.

His hips moved with rhythm as his clothed part grinded against hers. He could only imagine how he would feel inside her. Filling her up with his cock as she drowned in her moans.

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BNHA BOYS REACTING TO YOU PUTING THEM ON YOUR HEAR ME OUT CAKE

feat: K. Bakugou , S. Todoroki , I. Midoriya, N.Monoma , S. Hitoshi

author note!: I haven’t seen this idea being done before so here is my take!

KATSUKI BAKUGOU

Katsuki spends at least 30 minutes on tiktok before going to sleep, so he definitely knows what a “hear me out cake” is.

Initially he laughed when he saw you holding a mini version of a Monoma on a stick “Of course only they would find him attractive” he rolled his eyes as you were explaining your thoughts to a disgusted Mina.

After the pinknets turn, you placed another figure down on the cake. This time it was one of UA top students, Katsuki Bakugou!

At that moment he felt betrayed, bamboozled and might i say offended.

“Why would i be here, i am conveniently attractive!” he shouted at himself. Did you really just assume that him being good looking is a quirky and unique idea!

He immediately called you. The minute you answered, he didn’t even give you time to question the sudden phone call, as he demanded you to take down the video. He then proceeded to yell at you for the next 20 minutes about how “selfish you were for thinking that only you found him attractive, or how he was not a “hear me out”. He then took another 10 minutes explaining how his good looks were a FACT and trying to prove his point by telling you than he benches twice your weight and so on.

At the end of the night you were forced if not HARASSED to take down the tiktok.

SHOTO TODOROKI

Shoto has no idea what a “hear me out cake” is. I doubt he would even have TikTok, so naturally he only found out about the video through Izuku’s fyp. So while the poor boy was scrolling through the app and watching the TikTok you made with Momo, Shoto was watching as well through his friends shoulder. At first he was much disinterested as he couldn’t quite understand why miniatures of his classmates were being placed on a cake by you and Momo.

His interest only piqued when you presented a mini version of him. “what does that mean?” he asked Midoriya who jumped not expected from his friend to have been watching this whole time. The shorter boy tried to explain the concept of “hear me out” but it was to no vail.

Todoroki just assumed that you thought he was ugly. So for the rest of the day he tried to move on, ignoring the sad feeling that shadowed him. His whole life people would praise him for his looks, but the one person whose opinion actually mattered to him…thought he was ugly?

Fortunately Deku was quick with explaining to you the whole situation and you didn’t waist time to confront Shoto.

His sad feelings had automatically vanished when you enlightened him that he wasn’t actually considered a “hear me out” since most people were akin to his looks, you just wanted to point out a different perspective of why you thought of him as attractive, not just because of his facial features.

IZUKU MIDORIYA

Deku was mindlessly scrolling through TikTok when he fell upon a video of you and Ochaco doing the viral “hear me out cake”trend.

The boy was watching the video with much interest, him adding on to your explanations as well. For example when you added Tigress from Kung Fu Panda and you were quick to justify that she had an attractive aura,he also pointed out on her assertiveness.

Non the less, it was safe to say that when his name fell out of your mouth as a picture of him appeared on your hand he was a blushing mess.

Sure he was aware that his shy personality could be an ick for some people, but hearing from you that he was really underrated and that you found him very cute made him malfunction.

For the next few days he couldn’t look at you without blushing. He couldn’t even speak to you without messing up a word or two, but he was more than glad to find out that you were inspired by him. That’s why be wanted to be a hero! To motivate others to try their best, even when the odds are against them.

NEITO MONOMA

Ok let’s be real, Monoma definitely enjoys brain rot and he spends a lot of time on the app. He is always up to date with trends and new slang, so he is definitely aware of what a “hear me out cake is”.

Now, Neito also believes that out of all UA students, he definitely is one of the most attractive, if not THE most!

So rest assured that when he saw you pulling out that miniature version of him and heard you say “im suprised i haven’t seen anyone else point out his looks, he is sooo pretty” he quickly fled to the comments.

He was spamming insults like crazy. Mostly attacking your spacial awareness. “labeling me as a hear me out is crazy”, “get a reality check”, “how could you do this” What offended him more was the audacity to put him on the same cake as Bakugou Katsuki.

To him, it was like you had broken an unspoken rule. So he did what any sane person would do. He made his own version of a “hear me out cake” where he pulled out a bunch of pictures of you,only you.

Kendo who thought they were filming a normal tiktok covered her mouth in astonishment not even bothering to present her picks. “My pick is Y/n because im probably the only person who likes them” he began “another unique pick of mine is Y/n, who only I find attractive” “ and here we have someone new, someone fresh: y/n ladys and gentlemen!, who unfortunately only i recognize the beauty of”

HITOSHI SHINSO

Shinso isn’t really chronically online but i’m sure he has passed by the “hear me out cake” trend. So when he saw you pulling him out of your pocket he quickly understood what you were referring to.

Surprisingly, he was glad to see a person thinking of his quirk as interesting and full of potential. He smiled softly when you said “i could only dream of having a quirk as strong as his”.

It also didn’t go unnoticed by him the way you talked about his looks. How you referred to his eye bags as attractive and his purple hair as astonishingly beautiful. He even allowed himself to chuckle when you noted on his liking of cats, even calling him a “cat dad”.

After the video ended with a few more additions in the cake he found himself searching for your socials and pressing that “message” button.

With a bit of hesitation he texted you something along the lines of “So you like my hair huh?” but it only took him a minute to regret his decision, cringing with himself. He tried to delete the message but you were already typing back.

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ON THE RING

ex!boxer k. Bakugou x fem!reader

Synopsis!: Bakugo Katsuki, a cocky and determined boxer, is convinced he’s the best—and that [Y/N] should still be his. Teasing her with his usual arrogance, he’s confident she’ll come crawling back. But as he pushes her buttons, he soon realizes that winning her over might be a fight he’s not prepared for.

Warnings!: strong language!, suggestive, mature content!, aged up characters, SMAU!, maybe a lil writing in the future, multi-parts, non canon!Bakugou

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INCLUDING WRITTEN PART

The girl held her phone as she waited for a reply. Things were moving fast and she was forced to move with them. Her life was becoming more and more complicated, and if she wasn’t sure of how she was feeling, maybe Katsuki could help her.

She wasn’t stupid. No,no she was painfully aware that Bakugou still had feelings for her. And she would be lying if she said she didn’t feel anything for him too. It was only the fact that she had recently broken up with Hinata that made her think that she ought to take a break. Jumping into another relationship, even if it wasn’t new, wouldn’t benefit her in the long run.

But Katsuki made her feel special. He made her feel like she deserved a happy and healthy relationship, a second chance.

He was a proper gentleman.

Not taking the chance to use her body when she was laid out in front of him, yeah it was the bare minimum, but most guys these days wouldn’t even think twice before taking her then and there.

Or how he offered to carry her when her heels were starting to hurt.

Or how he made sure to guard her drink when she went to the toilet.

Or how he would compliment her and use those toe curling nicknames.

Or how he would touch her with his hard hands. How his hand would rest between her thighs as he leaned to her ear to whisper to her.

Or how his pinky would play with the bottom of her dress.

Or even when he looked at her with wet hair, a glass of champagne in hand and the water of the jacuzzi covering half his torso. He looked like a dream, a J-pop idol, a prince. Anything perfect really.

She then remembered how he leaked his lips and leaned forward to take a sip from his glass while maintaining eye contact. How he sat her between his legs, the water bubbling around them and whispered sweet nothings like “you’re perfect”, “your skin looks so smooth” “i missed us”

Y/n was fucked. Not by Katsuki like she wanted to be. But by her feelings that were all over the place.

So she did what any normal, sane person would do… she called him over to her apartment.

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ON THE RING

ex!boxer k. Bakugou x fem!reader

Synopsis!: Bakugo Katsuki, a cocky and determined boxer, is convinced he’s the best—and that [Y/N] should still be his. Teasing her with his usual arrogance, he’s confident she’ll come crawling back. But as he pushes her buttons, he soon realizes that winning her over might be a fight he’s not prepared for.

Warnings!: strong language!, suggestive, mature content!, aged up characters, SMAU!, maybe a lil writing in the future, multi-parts, non canon!Bakugou

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Includes a written part!

“Are my eyes tweaking right now bro” Denki whispered to Kirishima as he saw Y/n walk in beside Katsuki. His astonishment was shut down by Mina who was quick to sprint towards the said girl.

“Y/n!” she shouted, voice toned with excitement “Mina!” the girl responded with a similar tone.

The scene was quite dramatic. The two girls were hugging each other like they came back from war.

Kirishima was the first to take action as he pulled away Mina, taking his turn to greet the girl.

“What brings you here Y/n” Kirishima laughed happy to see his best friend’s ex, who he himself had gotten to make a friend out of.

“Bakugo was kind enough to invite me” she rolled her eyes playfully, stealing a quick glance at the blonde who was already looking at her.

“I haven’t seen you in forever omg!” Mina cried out as she took Y/n’s hand and pulled her towards their table.

Behind followed the three boys.

“What the hell man” Kirishima said next to the boxer “You got back together with Y/n and you didn’t think to tell us” he continued as he shook his head in disbelief

“We are not back together” the blonde shrugged but the way his eyes looked at her begged to differ.

“yet” Commented Denki who was shaking his head lightly laughing.

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ON THE RING

ex!boxer k. Bakugou x fem!reader

Synopsis!: Bakugo Katsuki, a cocky and determined boxer, is convinced he’s the best—and that [Y/N] should still be his. Teasing her with his usual arrogance, he’s confident she’ll come crawling back. But as he pushes her buttons, he soon realizes that winning her over might be a fight he’s not prepared for.

Warnings!: strong language!, suggestive, mature content!, aged up characters, SMAU!, maybe a lil writing in the future, multi-parts, non canon!Bakugou

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The girl felt the paparazzi’s flashlight following her every move as she heading for the vip area.

Funnily enough, It was decorated extravagantly for christmas with reds and yellows. UA theme colors.

Her heels clicked against the ground as she strolled with confidence and elegance.

She was used to this lifestyle…She was no NBA wife, but she was much familiar with the boxing industry and how it is to be dating a boxer.

She felt like a comic character…watching a match between two of her ex’s.

But thats just her life, she wasn’t blessed with a Michael B. Jordan but she had a Bakugou Katsuki starring at her from the door of his dressing room. And that was enough to make her knees wobbly and her palms sweaty.

“Well look who made us the honor of showing up” he said confidently. He was leaning against the door with folded arms , his shirt was missing and he seemed to be checking Y/n out (not that she was aware of it) .

The boxer walked towards the girl with undeniable confident. His gaze traveled down her body shamelessly.

He then stopped right in front of her, their bodies almost touching. Bakugou leaned a bit forward to make his presence even more intimidating.

"I missed seeing you here."

His voice was low and filled with a hint of nostalgia and possessiveness. He missed her more than he liked to admit.

“its kind of nostalgic don’t you think?” she said looking around the dressing room that seemed to have barely changed at all.

“mm sure is” he nonchalantly answered as he sat down on the leather couch

“remember when we used to fuck, right here on this couch” he tapped on the leather fabric

“and how you were so scared we would get caught” he laughed

She rolled her eyes “and we almost did get caught” she replied sitting on a nearby stool.

Bakugo took ahold of the stool as he pulled it closer to him. The wheels effortlessly rolling on the ground with a satisfying sound.

He chuckled at her comment about their past adventures on the couch.

He knew the memory was as vivid in her mind as it was in his.

The boxer smirked at her reaction to him pulling her stool closer.

The pair fell into a quick silence. Not an awkward one…it was rather familiar. It was shortly broken however when an assistant barged through the door.

“You’re out in 7 minutes” the short woman said as she exited the room

“Sounds like my cue to leave” She said as she held back a small pout

When the assistant entered the room, Bakugou's expression turned more serious. He was brought back to reality, it was time to focus on the match ahead.

“i hope your cheer my name loud enough for him to hear” Katsuki said as he leaned his head against the back of the couch, looking up at her from his sitting position.

“Make him regret every moment he spent away from you.” he finished

“Like you did?” she questioned

“Like i did” he nodded maintaining eye contact.

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ON THE RING

ex!boxer k. Bakugou x fem!reader

Synopsis!: Bakugo Katsuki, a cocky and determined boxer, is convinced he’s the best—and that [Y/N] should still be his. Teasing her with his usual arrogance, he’s confident she’ll come crawling back. But as he pushes her buttons, he soon realizes that winning her over might be a fight he’s not prepared for.

Warnings!: strong language!, suggestive, mature content!, aged up characters, SMAU!, maybe a lil writing in the future, multi-parts, non canon!Bakugou

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[timotheechalametsrealgf]

ON THE RING

ex!boxer k. Bakugou x fem!reader

Synopsis!: Bakugo Katsuki, a cocky and determined boxer, is convinced he’s the best—and that [Y/N] should still be his. Teasing her with his usual arrogance, he’s confident she’ll come crawling back. But as he pushes her buttons, he soon realizes that winning her over might be a fight he’s not prepared for.

Warnings!: strong language!, suggestive, mature content!, aged up characters , SMAU!, maybe a lil writing in the future, multi-parts, non canon!Bakugou

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Authornote!: Just a filler episode before getting into the actual story lol, i’ll try to keep as short as possible so it wont be boring 🎀💗

[timotheechalametsrealgf]

ON THE RING

ex!boxer k.Bakugou x fem!reader

Synopsis!: Bakugo Katsuki, a cocky and determined boxer, is convinced he’s the best—and that [Y/N] should still be his. Teasing her with his usual arrogance, he’s confident she’ll come crawling back. But as he pushes her buttons, he soon realizes that winning her over might be a fight he’s not prepared for.

Warnings!: strong language!, suggestive, mature content!, aged up characters, SMAU!, maybe a lil writing in the future, multi-parts, non canon!Bakugou

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