synopsis. after two weeks of radio silence, katsuki finally confesses
contents. suggestive! angst with a happy ending. pro hero! katsuki bakugou x pro hero! fem! reader. canon compliant. mutual pining. friends to lovers. post-argument. bakugou is bad at feelings. first kisses and confessions. light on smutΰΏ
katsuki bakugou is angry. heβs holding two plaques made of polished metal and engraved with flowery script, playing nice with the heroes that dare to approach him, and all he wants to do is blow up the entire damn gala.Β
he wants to shred it all with his bare hands. the shimmering gowns, the flashing cameras, the ceaseless, vapid small talk. he wants to tear it all down and watch it burn. in part, because he hates attending these pointless glaze fests.Β
but the real reason, the epicenter of his explosive fury, is standing across the room, looking beautiful as always. you.
you havenβt spoken to him in two weeks. fourteen days. three hundred and thirty-six hours of suffocating silence. and here you are, bathed in the soft glow of chandeliers, looking like you donβt have a care in the world. youβre holding a glass of deep red wine, the dark liquid swirling in the bowl of the glass as you listen, rapt, to every word that falls from shoto todorokiβs lips.
todoroki. icy-hot. of all fucking people.
anger is constantly simmering just beneath katsukiβs skin, a thrum he usually channels into his hero work. rage he so often uses to fuel his quirk. but tonight, his anger is personal. itβs a hot, sick feeling in his gut that coils tighter every time he hears your laugh β a sound he used to be able to coax out of you so easily β now echoing across the room because of someone else.
that half-and-half bastard. shoto fucking todoroki.
the plaques in his hand feel heavier than they should. βfor exceptional valor and strategic brilliance in the neutralization of villainsβ and βfor outstanding contributions to civilian safetyβ bullshit.
all he did was what he always does: find the bad guys and blow them the hell up. but the cameras keep flashing, and a portly man in a too-tight tux is slapping his back and telling him heβs a credit to the nation. katsuki bares his teeth in what he hopes passes for a smile.
his agent, a harried-looking woman with a clipboard, had drilled it into him: βsmile, dynamight. look approachable. youβre a brand.β
a brand. right now, he feels like a malfunctioning appliance about to short-circuit and take out a whole power grid. his eyes keep drifting away from the sponsor, scanning the opulent ballroom. itβs a sea of shimmering gowns and dark suits, of sparkling champagne flutes and forced smiles. but he only sees one thing. you.
youβre standing near one of the massive floor-to-ceiling windows, the city lights a glittering backdrop behind you. youβre not dressed in anything flashy, not like some of the other heroes here trying to outshine each other. your dress is a deep, muted blue, simple in its elegance, but it clings to you in all the right places.
your hair is swept up, exposing the long, graceful line of your neck that he has spent far too many nights thinking about. you look . . . ethereal. and completely, infuriatingly, absorbed in the man standing next to you.
the number two hero, is leaning in slightly, his voice a low murmur that katsuki canβt hear but can imagine. all calm and collected and fucking loquacious. and youβre nodding, your head tilted, a genuine smile playing on your lips as you swirl the red wine in your glass. you take a sip, and your eyes, bright and beautiful, never leave his face.
itβs the two weeks of silence that makes this unbearable. two weeks since the argument. two weeks since you walked out of his penthouse, the sound of the door clicking shut echoing in the sudden quiet.
heβd been an idiot. a complete, selfish bastard. he remembers it with crystal clarity. heβd gotten his ribs busted on a mission, nothing too serious, but enough to warrant a few days of mandatory rest. and you, being you, had descended upon his apartment like a force of nature.
βno, katsuki, you are not getting up. youβre going to lie on that couch and youβre going to let me take care of you.β
βi donβt need a fucking babysitter,β heβd snarled, trying to push himself up, wincing as the pain shot through his side.
βiβm not babysitting you, iβm making sure you donβt pop your stitches and bleed out on your ridiculously expensive couch because youβre too stubborn to admit youβre hurt,β youβd shot back, pressing a firm hand to his chest. βnow lie down.β
heβd hated it. hated the feeling of being weak, of being managed. it reminded him too much of his mother, of all the times sheβd fussed over him when he was a kid. and in a moment of frustration, laced with a fear he refused to acknowledge, heβd lashed out.
βquit nagging me, youβre not my mom or my damn girlfriend, so just back the fuck off!β
the words had hung in the air, ugly and so fucking sharp. heβd seen the change in your face instantly. the soft concern in your eyes had hardened. youβd straightened up, and your expression became unreadable.
βyouβre right,β youβd said, your voice quiet and its cadence devoid of all its usual warmth. βiβm not.β
and just like that, you were gone. you didnβt yell back. you just . . . left. and the silence you left behind was louder than any explosion he could possibly ever create.
heβd told himself he was right. that you were overstepping. but the satisfaction he thought heβd feel never came. instead, there was just a hollow ache in his chest and the phantom scent of your vanilla perfume on his couch cushions.
he hadnβt texted. his pride was sacrosanct, and he couldnβt bring himself to be the first one to break the stalemate. heβd waited for you, checking his phone every five seconds like a pathetic loser. but your name never lit up his screen.
the days after the argument bled into a week, then two. the only communication he had from you was a group text about the gala, one sent to the whole old class 1-a crew. and tonight, seeing you here, looking so beautiful and so far away, it fucking hurt.
βbakugou? earth to bakugou?β
katsuki blinks, dragging his gaze away from you. kirishima is standing in front of him, his trademark sharp-toothed grin looking a little forced. sero is beside him, nursing a drink and looking around the room with a bored expression.
βthe fuck do you want, shitty hair?β katsuki grunts, his voice rougher than he intended.
βwhoa, easy there, man. just checking on you. you look like youβre about to set the whole place on fire,β kirishima says, holding up his hands placatingly. βwhich, you know, is kind of your deal, but maybe not tonight.β
sero follows his line of sight, his eyes landing on you and todoroki. he lets out a low whistle. βahh. i see. thatβs the problem.β
βshut the hell up,β katsuki warns, his knuckles white around his plaques. he can feel the heat prickling at his palms, a sizzle that he has to consciously suppress.
βlook, man, i donβt know what happened,β kirishima says, lowering his voice. βbut youβve been in a foul mood for weeks. and you havenβt stopped staring at her and todoroki since they started talking. itβs been like, thirty minutes. maybe you should just . . .go talk to her?β
βand say what? βhey gorgeous, sorry iβm a colossal asshole but i get territorial when you talk to other guysβ?β sero chimes in, earning himself a glare from katsuki. βwhat? itβs the truth.β
βitβs not like that,β katsuki lies through his teeth. itβs exactly like that. heβs a fucking caveman. he sees you with someone else and all he wants to do is drag you away, mark his territory, prove to everyone β but mostly to himself β that youβre his. except youβre not. and thatβs the whole damn problem.
βthen whatβs it like?β kirishima pushes, his tone gentle. heβs the only one ( excluding you ) who can get away with this, the only one who knows how to navigate katsuki's landmines. βyou guys are weird. youβre not together, but youβre always together. you stay at her place more than your own. you have her patrol route memorized. you text her more than you text us. but then you pull shit like this. itβs confusing for everyone, man. especially her.β
katsukiβs jaw ticks. he knows kirishima is right. he knows heβs been sending you mixed signals for years.
( it started wayyy back in kindergarten, when you were the only girl who didnβt annoy the shit out of him. the only one who stood up for deku when katsuki was picking on him he was being a pathetic crybaby, earning you grudging respect from katsuki even as he cussed you out for having a bleeding savior complex.
his mom had loved you, always saying how nice it would be to have a daughter like you, which had simultaneously embarrassed him and made him weirdly proud. youβd stayed close through all the chaos of ua, through internships and wars and the steady climb to becoming pro heroes. )
heβs always had a soft spot for you, a fact heβd rather die than admit out loud.
he likes taking care of you β he likes you taking care of him, even if he frames it as nagging. he likes knowing youβre safe, that youβve eaten, that youβre drinking water instead of those disgusting energy drinks you love so damn much. he likes the way you leave your socks on his floor and the way you steal his hoodies. he likes all of it. and it terrifies him. itβs too much vulnerability and he doesnβt know how to handle it, so he defaults to what he knows: pushing you away before you can get close enough to see that heβs not worthy of you.
βiβm not talking to her,β katsuki says, rigidly βnot tonight.β
βfine,β kirishima sighs, defeated. βbut donβt come ranting to me when todoroki makes his move.β
katsuki doesnβt dignify that with a response. he just turns his back on his friends, his eyes finding you again in the crowd. youβve just accepted your own award, a sleek thing for your humanitarian work, something about setting up a support network for young heroes with trauma. youβd given a short speech, and the applause had been incessant.
now, youβre back with todoroki, and heβs handing you another glass of wine. you touch his arm as you laugh at something he says, and katsuki feels a tiny spark in his palm. he shoves his hands into his pockets, clenching his fists until the urge to blast something subsides.
he seethes as the night begins to wind down. deku and pink cheeks leave together, their heads close together, smiling. raccoon eyes is dragging sparky towards the bar again. he sees you talking to ponytail, pointing towards the exit. he knows you. youβre about to call a cab.
fuck that.
heβs been an idiot. heβs been a coward. heβs let you slip through his fingers because heβs too proud and too scared to admit what he wants. but heβll be damned if he lets you leave here in some stranger's car when heβs right here. heβs not letting you go that easily.
without so much as thinking, he starts moving. he cuts a direct path through the dwindling crowd, his shoulders set, his expression a thundercloud. he doesnβt care who he has to shove out of his way to get to you.
youβre still talking to momo, your back to him, when he reaches you.
βletβs go.β
his voice cuts through your conversation roughly. you freeze, then turn slowly. your eyes, when they meet his, are wide with surprise, then they narrow with irritation.
βhuh?β you ask, your voice laced with disbelief.
he stares at you, jaw set. βi said. letβs go.β
momo is looking between the two of you, one perfectly sculpted eyebrow raised in intrigue. you cross your arms over your chest, defiantly
βand why, exactly, would i go anywhere with you?β
βare you gonna make me beg you or some shitβhe shoots back, his patience wearing thin. he sees your mouth open to retort, but he doesnβt give you the chance. he reaches out, his fingers wrapping around your wrist. he doesnβt wait for your permission, just turns and starts pulling you along with him.
βbakugou, what the hell are you doing? let go of me!β youβre squawking, stumbling a bit in your heels as you try to keep up with his long, angry strides.
βshut up and walk,β he growls, not even looking back at you. as he drags you away from the gala and out into the night.
the bickering starts the moment you hit the pavement. a verbal sparring match thatβs as second-nature as breathing.
βyouβre an asshole, you know that?β
βyeah? well youβre a stubborn pain in my ass.β
βi wouldnβt have to be stubborn if you werenβt such a neanderthal who thinks he can just manhandle people whenever he wants.β
βi wouldnβt have to manhandle you if youβd just listen when i fucking talk to you.β
βyou havenβt βtalkedβ to me in two weeks, bakugou!β
βyou havenβt talked to me eitherβ
the argument dies on your lips as he leads you to the valet stand. he gives the attendant his ticket with a sharp nod, his hand still firmly on your wrist. the sleek black porsche pulls up a moment later, its engine a low, predatory purr. he opens the passenger door for you, a gesture so out of character it momentarily stuns you into silence.
βget in,β he orders, his voice clipped.
you glare at him, but you do it. you slide into the plush leather seat, grumbling under your breath about bossy, arrogant pro-heroes who think they own the world. he slams the door shut, rounding the hood to get in the driverβs side. the moment heβs behind the wheel, the atmosphere in the car shifts. the music blasts on, some thrash metal band screaming about death and destruction, so loud it makes your teeth ache.
he doesnβt say a word. he just grips the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white, the veins in his forearms standing out like cords. he peels away from the curb, the tires screeching in protest. you press yourself back into the seat, staring at the dashboard, refusing to look at him. the city lights blur past the window, streaks of color in the darkness.
ten minutes pass in suffocating silence. the only sound is the aggressive music and the low hum of the engine. you canβt stand it. itβs worse than the fighting.
βyou know,β you start βfor someone with such great taste in cars, your music taste is absolute garbage.β
he grunts. but he reaches over, his fingers jabbing at the touchscreen on the console. the screaming metal cuts off abruptly, replaced by the soft strains of an indie band you love.
you shiver, a sudden chill raising goosebumps on your arms. the air conditioning is cranked up to arctic levels. he notices, of course he does. he just nods his head towards the back seat, where his suit jacket is carelessly tossed.
you hesitate for a second, then sigh, reaching back to grab it. you shrug it on, the heavy fabric immediately enveloping you. it smells like him. that woodsy, smoky cologne he wears, mixed his the unique scent. itβs simultaneously comforting and infuriating. he reaches down without a word and turns the ac down a few notches.
but he still doesnβt speak to you.
βcan i ask you something, bakugou?β you ask,
the constant use of his last name hits him like a punch to the gut. so itβs like that now? he grits his teeth, his jaw ticking like a time bomb. βyou just did, dumbass,β he scoffs.
βdonβt be a smartass,β you snap, your voice rising. βwhy the hell did you make me come with you if youβre not going to talk to me?β
βyouβre the one who didnβt say shit to me all night!β he retorts, βi walked in, saw you, and you looked right through me. not even a fucking βhi, katsukiββ
βmaybe because you didnβt say shit to me all week!β you fire back, turning in your seat to face him. your eyes are blazing, and in the dim glow of the dashboard, he can see how beautiful you are when youβre angry.
βyeah? maybe because you fucking left!β he scoffs, his hand slamming on the steering wheel. the car swerves slightly.
βdonβt act like i wanted to!β you shout, your voice cracking with frustration. βi took off because you canβt make up your damn mind! one minute youβre acting like weβre a . . . a thing, and the next youβre pushing me away and making me feel crazy for actually giving a damn about you!β
βwhat are you talking about?β he growls, his eyes glued to the road.
βoh, donβt play dumb, bakugou!β you exclaim, gesturing wildly. βyou stay at my place and make me breakfast in the morning. youβre always showing up on my patrol route to βcheck inβ. youβre always sending me texts, being all βdonβt skip meals like a dumbassβ and βdrink some fucking water today like a normal personβ and βdonβt stay up all night watching those shitty rom-coms, youβll be useless tomorrowβ ! youβre the one who acts like weβre a couple, and then you turn around and make me feel like iβm wrong for caring about you!β
heβs silent. the only sounds in his porsche are your ragged breathing and the soft music playing from the speakers. he just drives, his face a mask of stone. the silence is worse than the yelling. it feels like a dismissal.
βwell?β you demand, your voice trembling with a mix of anger and hurt. βdo you have anything to say?β
βwell iβm trying to think,β he grits out, his voice low and strained.
but he hasnβt raised his voice. not once. through the entire tirade, heβs kept it level, controlled. because as pissed off as he is, as much as he wants to rage and scream, he canβt. he canβt scream at you. he canβt stay mad at you. not really. not when you look like this.
your glossy bottom lip is caught between your teeth, your brows are knitted together, your eyes are slanted with a fury thatβs breathtakingly beautiful. your voice, high and pitched with emotion, is reverberating off the windows, filling the small space with your presence. he hates it. he loves it.
you look away from him, staring out the window, your shoulders slumping in defeat. and thatβs when he breaks. one hand is still on the wheel, but the other moves, finding its way to your thigh. his touch is hesitant at first, then firm against the thin fabric of your dress.
βlook,β he starts, βiβm sorry, βkay?β
you scoff, not looking at him.
βi fucked up but that doesnβt mean you need to run off with someone else,β he says, his voice strained with jealousy he can no longer hide.
you let out a humorless laugh, finally turning back to him βi didnβt run off with anyone else.β
βyou know what i mean,β he insists, his grip on your thigh tightening slightly.
βno, katsuki, i donβt think i do,β you say, βwhy donβt you spell it out for me?β
βiβm not gonna spell it out for ya,β he grunts, his eyes flicking to you before returning to the road. βitβs bad enough he was hogging you all night.β
βare you jealous, katsuki?β you ask, your voice softening, a hint of realization dawning in your eyes.
βhuh?β
βare you jealous, katsuki?β you echo, enunciating each word clearly.
βthe hell?β he sputters, his composure finally cracking.
βjealous. like the feeling you get when youβre scared of losing someone to someone else andββ
βiβm not scared of shit!β he snarls, cutting you off.
the car is low on gas, the warning light a small, glowing beacon on the dashboard. he spots a gas station up ahead and swerves into the lot, pulling up to a pump with a screech of tires. he cuts the engine. the music dies, plunging the car into a heavy silence thatβs more deafening than the noise had been.
he turns to you then, his face illuminated by the harsh fluorescent lights of the gas station.
βjealousy is for fucking losers who are scared of shit they canβt control,β he says, βthatβs not what this is. this is me being pissed off because i had to watch the only person i actually give a damn about laugh at some half-and-half bastardβs shitty jokes. it made me want to put my fist through a goddamn wall.β
he takes a shaky breath, his gaze dropping to his hands on the steering wheel.
βi told you to quit nagging me because this is confusing,β he admits, his voice barely a whisper. βi donβt fucking know where i stand with you. and iβm not used to feeling like this. i never know what to do, and iβm always fucking up and pushing you away. but iβm not jealous. iβm fucking pissed with myself for being a damn coward.β
and with that, he shoves his door open and gets out of the car, leaving you alone with his words and the frantic beating of your own heart.
you watch him through the windshield as he jams the nozzle into the gas tank, his movements sharp and angry. he stares blankly ahead.
he fills the tank. he replaces the nozzle. he gets back in the car. he starts the engine. he turns to look at you, his expression raw and vulnerable.
and youβre done. youβre done with the fighting and the silence. youβre done with the uncertainty. you lean across the center console, the plastic digging into your abdomen, and you cup his face in your hands. his skin is warm, his stubble rough against your palms. his ears and cheeks flush instantly, a deep, burning red that rivals his crimson eyes. a deep red that you can see even in the dim light.
βthe hell are you doing?β he manages to stutter, his eyes wide with shock.
you donβt answer. you just close the distance and press your lips to his.
itβs not gentle. itβs all the frustration and longing and unspoken feelings of the last two weeks finally exploding. itβs teeth and tongues and desperate, hungry kisses. one of his hands comes up to tangle in your hair, the other gripping the back of your neck, holding you to him like heβs afraid youβre going to slip through his fingers. you get lost in it, in the taste of him, in the feel of him whimpering against your lips, until a loud, impatient honk from the car behind you shatters the moment.
you pull back, breathless, your lips swollen and tingling. he moans, a low, frustrated sound, and you canβt help but laugh. he looks like heβs about to get out of the car and start a fight, even though heβs the one blocking the pump.
βbe patient for fucks sake!β he yells, winding down his window to flip the other driver off.
youβre still laughing as he pulls away from the pump and merges back onto the empty street. the sound of your laughter seems to quench some of his remaining anger, and a small, reluctant smile tugs at his lips.
βwe left our conversation unfinished,β he says, his voice softer now. he glances over at you, and his eyes are funny. all soft and warm in a way you've never seen before. βcanβt just kiss me out of the blue when weβre not done talking, dumbassβ
βunfinished, huh?β you hum, a little flustered under his gaze. you can still feel the lingering sensation of his lips on yours, the ghost of his touch on your skin. βi thought we came to a pretty solid conclusion.β
he scoffs, but thereβs no frustration in it. βwe came to a conclusion about me being a coward. we still havenβt figured out what this is.β he gestures between the two of you. βiβm not good with labels and shit. and youβve got so many expectations i probably won't meet. iβm guaranteed to fuck something up βcause i donβt know how to be all . . . lovey dovey,β he says the words like they taste bad, βbut i know what i want.β
he pulls up to a red light and turns his body fully towards you. the soft glow of the traffic light paints his face in shades of crimson, making his eyes glow like embers.
βi want you to stop looking at icy-hot and other extras like theyβve got something to offer you,β he says, βcause they fucking donβt. iβm all you need and iβm done pretending this isnβt everything to me.β
the man whoβs too proud to ask for anything is asking to be your everything.
βeverything?β you whisper, your heart hammering against your ribs.
he simply nods.
βdefine everything,β you tease, a smirk playing on your lips. you expect him to call you a brat, to accuse you of trying to rile him up. but it doesnβt come.
instead, he looks away from the road for a second, his gaze dropping to your hands, which are now tangled together on the center console. the red light bathes him in its unforgiving glow, and you see something shift in his expression. the defensiveness melts away, replaced by honesty thatβs far more disarming.
βeverything,β he repeats, his voice a low rumble, βis you living in my head rent fucking free.β
your smirk falters.
βitβs me getting pissed off for no goddamn reason when youβre not with me and i donβt know what the hell youβre doing. itβs me staring at my phone after that stupid argument, wanting to text you so bad my thumbs fucking hurt, but not knowing what the hell to say because iβm the asshole who made you to leave.β
he takes a shaky breath, his eyes fixed on the steering wheel now, as if confessing to it is easier than confessing to you.
βitβs me wanting to drag you away from icy-hot the second i saw you with him, not just because i was pissed, but because iβm greedy, okay? i want all that shit you watch in those dumb rom coms. i want an apartment, or a shitty little townhouse, i donβt give a fuck. i want to wake up and know youβre the first thing iβll see. i want to cook for you because you seem to get off on neglecting yourself and someoneβs gotta make sure you actually eat your goddamn three a day. i want to take care of you.β
he finally looks at you, and his eyes are burning with an intensity that steals the air from your lungs.
βthatβs what everything is,β he says, his voice dropping to a whisper. βitβs selfish. itβs me wanting all of your time, all of your attention, all of your annoying, stubborn, fucking beautiful self. all to myself. itβs me wanting to be the one who makes you laugh. itβs me wanting to be the only one who gets to see you like this. so yeah. youβre everything to me.β
the light turns verdant. the car behind you honks. but neither of you moves. youβre frozen in this moment. static in this raw confession that has completely dismantled every defense heβs ever built around you. he didnβt just answer your teasing question; he laid his soul bare on the console between you, waiting for you to either take it or leave it.
the world shrinks to the space inside his car. the honking from behind fades into a distant, meaningless buzz. your teasing smirk is long gone, replaced by a slack-jawed awe. youβre not breathing. youβre not sure you even remember how.
katsuki bakugou β the boy who called you a bloody samaritan for standing up for deku. the teenager who scoffed at every romance movie you made him watch. the explosive hero who snarls at cameras and sneers at press conferences β just confessed to wanting a life so domestic, so tender with you. and it sounded just like something straight out of one of those βshitty rom comsβ he claims to hate.
a choked sound escapes your throat, something between a gasp and a sob. youβre not crying, not really, but your eyes are stinging. you squeeze his hand, your grip tight enough to make him look at you, really look at you.
βkatsuki,β you breathe, and his name is a prayer on your lips. βyou. . you really want all that?β
he flinches, just slightly, as if your disbelief physically hurts him. the vulnerability in his eyes hardens into that familiar, defensive glower. βi just laid my damn heart out for you and youβre gonna question me?β he starts to snap, his old reflexes kicking in.
βno,β you shake your head. you lean forward, closing the distance until your forehead is nearly touching his. βno, iβm not questioning you. iβm . . . trying to believe itβs real.β
the anger in his face dissolves instantly. he lets out a shuddering breath, his shoulders slumping. βitβs real,β he says, his voice barely a whisper. βitβs always been real.β
your heart stutters, then restarts at a frantic, pace. all the years of friendship, the bickering, the unspoken tensionβit wasnβt in your head. it wasnβt just you wishing for something more. it was real for him, too.
βtsuki, iβve wanted this foreverβ you whisper back, your voice trembling. itβs like youβve just defused a bomb youβve been carrying around for a decade. the last of the tension drains from his shoulders, and he sags against you, his forehead resting on yours. he closes his eyes, and when he opens them again theyβre the softest theyβve ever been and his pupils are blown so impossibly wide.
βme tooβ he breathes, reverently. βyou have no idea.β
he finally starts driving again. youβre so close to your place now. rounding the corner onto your street. when he finally pulls up in front of your buildinh, he cuts the engine but doesnβt let go of your hand. he turns to you, his expression serious again
βiβm gonna say this onceβ he starts, his voice low. βso you better be listening.β
he leans in closer, βyouβre not my mom. youβre not some random girl to me. youβre it. youβve always been it. i was just too stupid to say it. so if iβm being a dumbass, you tell me. if iβm not taking care of myself, you nag me. if iβm pushing you away, push back harder. donβt you ever let me get away with that shit again. you hear me?β
βi hear you,β you whisper, your heart swelling so much it feels like it might burst.
βgood,β he says, and then heβs kissing you again. itβs slower this time, deeper, a kiss thatβs not born of frustration or desperation, itβs sealing of the deal.
when he pulls away, he rests his forehead against yours. βnow,β he says, a smirk playing on his lips. βare you gonna invite me up, or are we gonna sit here all night? i didnβt fill up my tank to just drive you home and leave.β
a laugh bubbles up from your chest, light and airy. you pull back just enough to look at him, to see the hope mixed with his usual cocky assurance in his eyes.
βi mean. . β you trail off, reaching up and tracing your fingers along the sharp line of his jaw, βafter a speech like that, how could i possibly say no?β
he huffs, contently. he nips playfully at your thumb as it passes his lips. βdonβt you fucking start with me,β he warns
you lean in and press a soft, lingering kiss to the corner of his mouth. βiβm startingβ you whisper against his skin. βcome make it up to me before i change my mindβ
thatβs all the encouragement he needs. heβs out of the car in a flash, rounding the hood to open your door with an urgency that makes your heart race. he offers you his hand, and you take it, letting him pull you to your feet and into his arms right there on the sidewalk. he kicks the car door shut with his foot, the sound echoing in the quiet night, and then his arms are around you, lifting you slightly off the ground.
you laugh, wrapping your arms around his neck as he buries his face in your hair, inhaling deeply. βgod, you smell good,β he murmurs, his voice muffled.
youβre not sure how you make it from the car to your front door. itβs a blur of tangled limbs, laughter, and kisses that are more about staying connected than anything else. he presses you against your door. heβs fumbling for your keys, his hands clumsy with impatience, and youβre not helping, too busy nipping at his jawline.
βgive me the damn keys,β he groans
you hand them over, and he manages to get the door open after a few tries. he practically kicks it open, scooping you up again and carrying you over the threshold like itβs your wedding night. he kicks the door shut behind him, plunging the entryway into darkness, save for the soft glow of the city filtering through your windows.
he sets you down gently, but he doesnβt let go. his hands are on your waist, his forehead resting against yours.
βkatsuki,β you whisper, your voice trembling as his calloused fingers slip the straps of your dress down your arms.
βshh,β he murmurs, his lips finding yours in the darkness. βno more talking babyβ
and for the first time, you think you might actually be okay with that.
βit's true, iβve never had a crush before. could never find someone on my level.β middleschool!katsuki bragged, letting the guys who practically worshipped the ground at his feet talk about how cool it was.Β
he carried over that shitty personality to freshman year at yuuei. the one that genuinely believed he couldnβt fall for a woman on this earth, believing that nobody would be shaped oddly enough to fill in the parts of his slightly fucked up puzzle piece. it was only a partial lie, stemming more from his insecurities that he aimed to hide in anger rather than anxiety.
but katsuki swears the second he feels you pin him down, he hears the satisfying βclick!β of meshing two distinct pieces into one another.Β
it was during the school festival, his second fight and youβd been paired against him. did he notice you in class? sure, but youβd have to do more than be pretty to catch his eye.
he didnβt expect you to snatch it into his hands though, putting up more of a fight against him than he expected. you moved inhumanely, a fist to his face he was lucky to dodge, a kick to his abdomen that he didnβt, followed by what was meant to be your finishing move to blast the guy with a literal explosion out the arena.
before you tripped.
with a pathetic, βoof-β, you slipped and fell, bringing him down under you onto the dirt below.
he swears he felt time slow down as he looked at you above him. a blush spread across his face as his eyes scanned the plump of your glossed lips, the shine in your surprised eyes, the necklace you wore that was practically screaming to be pulled-
in his flustered panic, he did the one thing he knew he wouldnβt fuck up.
and out-manuvered by flipping you overhead, successfully eliminating you.
he stood up abruptly, doing his best to hide his reddened face from your and the camera's views, doing something extremely out of character as he stretched out a shaky hand to help you, who was currently pouting at your rigged loss, up.
the second you took his hand and searched for eye contact with him, he knew you pinned the last nail in the coffin with a small, βthank you, kacchan.βΒ
you walked off snickering to yourself.
you, though, didnβt catch feelings for him at all. at least not until your last year at yuuei. when he had grown a couple inches taller, with toned arms and scars littering the majority of his body, shoulders wide and a matured look in his eye.
it also took you being pinned under him. it was during a routine training warm-up, you were assigned as partners. to be honest, you had been slacking off recently, which is why it was no surprise that within literal seconds you were with your back to the ground under it.
was he overdoing it slightly? yes, definitely. his hands held yours firmly under, with his legs nestled over your legs, locking you in place beneath him. you felt your face heat slightly, trying to control the beat of your hammering pulse that he could definitely feel through the contact between your palms.
his head tilted slightly, βdo you surrender?β
βdoes it look like i have much of a choice to you?β you scoffed, still trying your best to regain whatever control you could get.
βthereβs always a choice.β he slid off you, offering you a hand up.
neither of you moved to let go of each otherβs hands, which prompted him to turn towards you. it was an afternoon class and the sun was already starting to set, making his tanned skin golden, and his scarlet eyes have a honey-glazed translucentness that you could get lost in.Β
β...i guess iβll just cut to the fucking chase then.β with a huge breath and a moment to stray himself, βiβve admired you ever since fuck-ass freshman year and-β he ran a nervous hand through his hair, βiβd love to take you out.β
you did your best to bite back the huge smile fighting itβs way onto your face. βwell then, iβd love to go out with you too.β
you let a moment pass.
βdamn katsuki, since when did you get so formal?β
he dramatically let go of your hand, and stormed off, though not actually that fast as if inviting you to follow. βlast time iβm doing anything nice for you, woman. mark my words.β
you told katsuki you were a virgin much before your relationship started, and thankfully katsuki was actually pretty nervous about that shit anyways, mostly cause he was a little bitch deep down but also because he was terrified of hurting or scaring you off. sooo, you had time to get comfortable around him before you had to start worrying about sex. it didnβt worry katsuki either, not at the start of your relationship atleast. but when the time started to get around three months of dating, he was losing control. the more inlove and consumed he became .. the more harder trying to control the urges he promised he buried down became.
it became so bad nearly everything you did made him hard. you had this natural purity about you, the idea of corrupting and taking your virginity .. being the first to bury himself inside of you. it fucking ruined him.
the kitchen glowed with a soft warmth, sunlight spilling through the windows while the stove filled the room with gentle heat. beside you, katsuki moved around the counter with rolled sleeves and flour-dusted hands, making the whole space feel warmer than it had any right to.
you wanted to help him make dinner, obviously your help consisted of you standing there watching him stir the sauce. βyknow your a great help.β he muttered dryly, sarcasm coating his words as his eyes flicked to you. βyou literally wonβt even let me help.β his response was an eye roll but the corner of his lips quirked into a smile. mindlessly, he dipped two of his thick fingers into the sauce the consistency thick against his digits. βooβ i wanna try!β you stated, he stood back expecting you to do anything other then grab his hand and wrap your mouth around his fingers, your tongue flattened beneath his fingers gently sucking on the seasoning.
youβd think for katsuki heβd have some cocky reaction, but he just froze. unable to process the blooming feeling in his stomach. he didnβt feel like he was in control of the situation, blush coated his cheeks much more obvious then heβd like to admit, internally he swore he could feel all the blood rush to his cock as the hardening length strained against the fabric of his boxers.
his eyebrows were slightly pulled inwards as a little sound left his throat but the second your eyes met the weakened red ones looking at you, his composure pulled back. you had to manually pull his fingers from your mouth with your hand
watching in real time as his head almost dropped. βi-i uh gotta go to the bathroom. jus- stay here.β he muttered all the usual dry strain in his voice had melted down into a clearer sorta more aware vocality.
you hummed as he walked off, slowly smiling to yourself because it was just so easy to get to katsuki and you knew the second you let him on you heβd be fucking you senseless, youβve always wondered how long can katsuki bakugo really hold out for?
donβt kill me cause it isnβt jaw droppingly freaky
genuinely curious abt what your take would be on this, but in your childhood friends to lovers bkg x reader, how would bakugo's behavior be appealing (?) to reader, especially as children. assuming that reader doesn't have the same inferiority complex as he does
like, i can get how bakugo can be protective and would definitely would push for reader to be "better" or keep with him cuz "he wouldnt be best friends with a weakling" but his tendencies to bully those he found inferior could probably push reader away like, "damn, my best friend's a little shit". would she call out his behavior? distance herself? or are they both too comfortable with each other, mainly because of familiarity, that they don't want to lose the other even if it meant sacrificing a bit of bkg's pride or reader's ethics. like what other aspects of bakugo's personality would keep reader kinda tethered to him
anyways, these were just some of the brainworms i got after binging your childhoodbsf fics LMAO your writing's great btw! and i love childhoodbsf bakugo so much
ELOOOOO!!! i love love this question sm and i kindaaa dont wanna answer it bc...okay this was supposed to be a secret but who cares. i might or might not have something a bit big in the works that sorta related to this....but i think i can still answer this question from a general point of view!!
most if not all of my childhood bsf!katsuki fics were written bc of my own oc's relationship with him and she's been around for a fucking While. so i definitely ignored a couple of very valid troubling aspects bc i thought it was cute (which it is but pls cut me some slack i was 15,,LMFAOO) but i think i can apply this to how i feel about their reworked relationship ! since im truly in love with the implications of katsus behaviour anyways yap yap yap sorry im yapping
i think, at first. you become katsuki's friend kinda completely by accident. you're really young, maybe you come over to his house often, your moms are friends etc. and katsuki's still a kid, so he likes to do kid things even if he is a little asshole. he likes to play with people that don't threaten his fragile world view of him being the best, but that doesn't mean he sees you as inferior or weaker to him necessarily. he's much more comfy just seeing you as "regular". you're normal. but after a while, he starts actually really enjoying your presence and one thing i will stick with through and through is that katsuki was quite the clingy little brat.
it's cute because he always wants you to be with him everywhere, but also its kinda bad bc he kinda just will not. let you be with anybody else LMFAOO esp if he's really young, he'll rarely leave you alone and even when you play with other friends he's there. the older he gets tho, the more inferior he feels and the more he starts being snappy about who you hang out with, who he considers weaklings. he also has absolutely no valid argument even if you ask him like "dude whats so different about them from me ?" dont ask him about it he'll get mad an accuse you of not wanting to be his friend anymore.
i think most importantly he's very very scared. especially if you were to be friends with izuku himself. at first it would seem like excessive teasing but even that would come to the point where i think you can't just ignore it. and it'd feel horrible for him, because you're supposed to be on his side. not even because you're what he defines as normal or whatver but because 1) his lil child brain is madly in love with you 2) you not being on his side feels like betrayal and it gets pretty complicated if you're kids in this dynamic.
i think what would keep reader around is that katsuki genuinely treats you like a friend, he's funny and he's kind in his own way (to you) he listens to what you want, includes you in his dreams and pretty much everything he does; he makes you feel cool just from being around him but thats not all it is really. it's a regular friendship to lovers trope except with everybody else (and you kinda, but he's toned it down he's still a tsundere lol) he's the biggest asshole.
originally it was just that you had a pretty high esteem of him like everyone else. how couldn't you ? he always boasted about being the coolest...but that slowly starts to crack and not even in a bad way ! i think the fact that he has moments where he can be vulnerable around you because he trusts you and you start to understand his fears, even if you're both too young to get it fully so it's extremely simplified, it would hurt to seperate from your best friend who sees you so highly.
i don't think you'd separate immediately, but unless he magically fixes his behaviour it's kind of bound to happen at some point bc you can't tolerate this behaviour, it feels very uneccessary to you, again because you all don't fully get it. and you worry that katsuki could absolutely turn on you if he chose to. (that's what you think, again he's obsessed with you so no. but he has no explanation for it)
realistically, when you're starting to get older you'd have to either distance yourself after calling him out about it and not stopping. or katsuki would have to chill out in his bullying (this is what i used to chalk it up to! like katsuki pretty much keeps his thoughts to himself until you're not around to see. which, again it's not often because he's clingy despite himself.) but even if you do try to distance yourself you'd think he gets stubborn and freak out about it n go hmph fine you're lame anyways!! and fuck off he hates you now. but i think even he can't deny it to himself for long.
because he's very very scared so he gets annoying. you're his only best friend and he feels like you understand him like no one else does and it upsets him that you don't understand what he's doing, but he still tries to stick around you by getting in your space and shoving you like how he used to playfully and talk to you before he gets that you won't condone it and i think there are two options here : either he swallows his pride a bit and says he'll cool off, the thought of losing you scares him that bad. OR on the opposite side of that, the thought of YOU wanting to leave him or losing you to the very person/thing he fears like petrifies him so bad he gets angry. he feels inadequate and upset and scared and he lashes out about it like he does. and your fears are proven correct when he inevitably says things he doesn't mean and he runs off regretting it for his whole life.
and im really not being dramatic he misses you every single day if you do break apart, but pride, shame and embarrassment keep him for telling you that for years. but it really does feel horrible for him. i think it would make him shift the blame onto anything else to escape that, izuku or you yourself for siding with him but he'll never consider you his standard definition of the common weakling. you're still the only other coolest person he's ever met, and it makes him feel even more shitty.
now, of course, he changes and he grows. and i think it offers him an opportunity to apologise and i think he's very quick to do it in his own way because he's been dreaming of just talking to you again, (again, he was a dick back then so those dreams mostly involve you running back into his arms lol) afterwards being able to apologise properly. he's completely okay taking it slow and getting to know each other again, you're not best friends anymore. or so he thinks, he's still been observing you wether he wants to or not, and he's still just as horribly down bad now that he fully comes to terms with his issues and he's like Oh FUCK because now that's a completely new problem to deal with for him.
of course he kinda knows he's always been in love with you, but he feels so shitty bc you're supposed to be friends and it feels dishonest to him lmfao loser. ofc he cares about you, but he also catches himself staring a LOT and wanting to make you laugh like when you were kids and he gets so cocky about it you're still able to practically read each other's mind and it makes him so giddy to still be the the person that knows you the very best, like he acts like he won an award or has a #1 trophy. sick of him.
he'll sticks around you for as long as you'll alllow him, however way you'll let him. physically can't help it, he's clingy like that.
Simp!Katsuki and Yearner!Katsuki are his best versions frfr
yesss!! like whimpery!katsuki who only realizes he's whimpering when you tilt your head with a confused but entertained grin on ur face. then he acts all tough and tries to power bottom u by thrusting upwards but it just makes him whimper again!!
Katsuki whoβs dragged you to the bathroom in the middle of the night. To be fair, your friends were all sleeping on the floor of your dorm room, and you really didnβt wanna risk them hearing or seeing anything, the two of you can get pretty loud at times so itβs probably the best decision you could make. But the thought of it turns him on, the thought that your friends are literally on the other side of the door.Β
Katsuki whoβs got you pinned against the door, your chest squished right up against it. Heβs got you in a slight arch while his hands are resting on your hips, panties pushed to the side while heβs slowly thrusting into you, heβs teasing you, testing how far he can push you before you beg for more. Before you decide to say fuck it and let them hear. He really doesnβt have a pace set, itβs more of him pulling back when you try to sink down on him, only thrusting back in when he hears a little frustrated whine escape your mouth.
Katsuki who eventually slips a hand down around your hips, slowly sliding it down towards the panties youβve still got on, slipping his hand inside to rub at your clit. When he finally decides to speed up with his pace youβre convinced that the others can hear you. There's a small thump against the door with every thrust, there's the sound of his hips meeting your ass, the slick only adding to it.Β
Katsuki whoβs finding it so hard to try and keep quiet. The tight, wet heat between your legs is just sucking him in so well. His head is tucked into your shoulder and neck, he can hear every single whine and gasp leaving your mouth. He can hear snoring coming from the other side of the door, and the thought of one of them needing to use the washroom, only to find the two of you fucking inside, gets him so hard. Not that he wants them to see you, because he certainly doesnβt. Thatβs a sight heβd like to keep to himself.
Katsuki who canβt stop himself from spilling inside of you. Still not even bothering to try and pull out. He stills inside of you, the torment on your clit not stopping until a very audible whine leaves your mouth. One you two worry couldβve woken someone up. You donβt spend very long cleaning up, trying to hurry back in the event someone does actually wake up. Instead quickly leaving the washroom and hurrying back to your bed. Falling asleep in his arms, the evidence of your escapade still spilling out of you.
Katsuki whoβs the first person awake in the morning, scrolling through his phone while waiting for you and everyone else to begin waking up. And everythingβs going perfectly fine. Perfectly fine until Sero decides to open his mouth. βDid you guys hear that weird thumping last night?βΒ βYeah I did! It was so weird.β Neither of you can even look in their direction. But Kirishima knows; he was unfortunate enough to be awake through most of itβ¦
you were way too drunk, you realized it too late as you stumbled into somebody at some random house party. they caught you by the waist before you could fall. your vision was hazy, your eyes were glassy, but even through your bottle-induced haze, you saw those piercing red eyes staring back at you.
β...youβre pretty.β you muttered stupidly, allowing this familiar stranger to help you slump onto the couch. you couldnβt tell if they were drunk too, or if your compliment had gotten to them. β..thanks. youβre drunk.β his voice was gruff, yet soothing. you would hear it all day. you wanted to.
βoh really? i couldnβt tell.β
he let out a scoff at that, seemingly annoyed with you. but he didn't move from his position next to you.
β.. he does this a lot too.β there was a pause after you said that, as if the stranger was contemplating on whether or not to ask further. he brushed a hand through his unruly blonde hair, βwhoβs he?β
βmy ex. he acted juuust like you.β you booped his nose as if for emphasis. βheβd act all tough, but he didnβt leave me. well, i guess he did leave, but that's besides the point.β
you didnβt see anyone next to you for a brief moment, making you think you hallucinated the whole thing, before a bottle of water was abruptly shoved in your face. βdrink.β
he slid next to you again like it was natural, his hand moved to go around you by instinct, before he retracted it, you grabbed onto his arm. β..please.β
as if on cue he cradled you to his chest, taking the opportunity to press his head against the top of yours. βyou feel like him too.β you mumbled, βsweaty hands and everything.β
he didnβt laugh, but you felt his smile against your head.
it was comforting, the best youβd felt in the months following your break up. you felt the drowsiness overcoming you, prompting you to move your head closer to his chest and lay against his heart. it felt like the same heart that served as your lullaby for years.
β..i hope he misses me.β your eyes were closed, that familiar feeling of comfort and space welcoming you, though the last words that echo through your mind and fuel your dreams sound just like katsukiβs.
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