Summary: The weather is hot, Shinsou's in a tank top, and Bakugou feels like a fucking creep. (Bakushin feat. fem!Shinsou)
Additional prompt used: Insecurity
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Hitomi always ran cold. Even as Spring turned to Summer, she preferred her drinks hot and wore her hoodies and sweaters. While everyone else was begging the Support Department to make adjustments to their costumes to make them even a little bit cooler, Shinsou was still running around covered in mostly black with her scarf on top of it. Now that they were dating, Katsuki often had to deal with Hitomi's icy fingers greedily seeking to sap him of his body heat. He often liked to grumble about how he was just a glorified hot water bottle to her, and that cheeky little shit didn't even deny it.
But even someone as cold-blooded as Hitomi had a limit, and that limit came in the form of the worst heat wave the country had seen in decades. This was finally enough to have her sweating. For the past week she had abandoned her hot drinks, made adjustments to her costume, and she had even resorted to wearing cooler clothes outside of classes.
It was this last change that left Katsuki trapped in his own special kind of hell.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Hitomi asked.
They were in Katsuki's dorm room, hanging out. Both of them were on his bed with some distance between them (it was way too damn hot for cuddling) with Katsuki's room fan barely making a difference even at its highest setting. Katsuki, already prone to sweating thanks to his quirk, was sweating even more so. He wasn't sure that he could blame it all on the heat, though.
Hitomi was down to a tank top and shorts, her long hair twisted up into a bun. Katsuki hadn't even known Hitomi owned such clothing items before the start of this heat wave. He wasn't used to Hitomi showing so much skin, and the sight was more distracting than he'd like to admit.
The proof of all her hard work during training was on full display. Her strong arms and shoulders, her powerful, long legs. As she pushed herself into a comfortable position on his bed, her arm muscles had flexed and Katsuki was sure that he was going to be thinking about that for weeks. Then there were her curves, the slope of her bare neck, and her skin, smooth with the occasional scar. And fuck, what would she feel like beneath his finger tips, what would she taste like-
He was such a goddamn pervert.
"'s nothing," he pointedly looked away from her. His palms were sweating like crazy, any more so and they'd actually become a hazard.
"…sure," she said doubtfully. She shifted nervously in place and great, now he'd gone and made her self-conscious.
The thing was, before Hitomi had come along, no one had ever caught his eye the way she did. Not girls, not boys, not anyone. For a while, he was sure that he just wasn't interested in dating or anything that entailed. Then she came crashing into his life with her sarcastic wit and her fierce determination and it didn't hit him immediately, but when it did, holy shit. Suddenly his heart was racing, his chest aching, and his eyes seemed drawn to her every move. It was like he'd experienced some kind of awakening, but only for her.
The romantic part of it, as maddening as it could be at times, was the easier part of this to handle. It was the rest of the feelings that Hitomi inspired in him that left him feeling like that grape fucker Aizawa had expelled back in their first year.
He had… thoughts about Hitomi. Wants. Fantasies. He thought a lot about her skin warming beneath his touch, the sounds she might make if he kissed her neck, how she might look at him when they- fuck, it was so embarrassing and distracting. She was just so painfully attractive to Katsuki and after going so much of his life not feeling a thing for anyone else, it was a lot to process. He had no idea if he was being normal about it or if he was a fucking freak.
Hitomi nudged his leg with her foot and Katsuki nearly jumped out of his skin.
"Fuck! What!?" he snapped at her, unable to hide how startled he was.
Hitomi took it in stride, those eerie yet pretty eyes of hers staring right into him. "Okay, now I know something's up. You've been glaring at the wall like it shot your dog. You didn't even hear me talking to you."
She pushed herself up and crawled closer to him. If Katsuki thought he was sweating a lot before, he was about to become a literal time bomb. Now that she was right next to him, he could see the sweat glistening on her skin, and if he looked down, he would see- he was not going to do that. He kept his gaze firmly on her face as he went red all the way to the tips of his ears.
Hitomi poked his arm, "alright spill, Kats."
"It's nothing, it's just- fuck-" he took a deep breath and looked away from her again, scrubbing his hand down his sweaty face. His hand came to rest across his mouth and he said, muffled, "you look…good."
There was a beat of silence, sweat continued to pour off of him. Maybe he'd just get it over with and blow himself up right now.
"I look… good?" she echoed, sounding confused.
"Yes, goddamn it. You look really fucking good right now," his hand moved to cover his eyes.
"Oh, um, thank you?" she sounded unsure, and he really hoped he hadn't just freaked her out. "You look…really good too?"
Katsuki dropped his hand from his face and risked taking a look at her. Hitomi looked so bashful, with an unsure smile and a pink flush on her face that was undeniably endearing. His heart thumped painfully in his chest.
"You're just so fucking pretty all the time," he found himself confessing to her. "And I don't know- I fucking think about you so much and I don't want you to think I'm a creep."
There, it was all out in the open now. If Hitomi got upset there was a perfectly good window in here for Katsuki to launch himself out of.
The blush on Hitomi's face deepened but she wasn't saying anything and it left Katsuki's mind in an utter panic. Just when he was thinking about trying to somehow take back what he said, she spoke up.
"Wow, uh- well, I don't think you're a creep for that? I mean, I think about you a lot, too, so… if you don't mind that, then I don't mind you thinking about me. I kind of like the fact that you do, honestly…" she shrugged.
"You like it?" he questioned.
"Yeah? I mean, it's nice to know that the guy I'm with thinks I'm pretty and is, uh… having thoughts about me?" she worried her lip, and his eyes followed the motion of it.
Katsuki felt himself grow even hotter, still nervous but a lot of the embarrassment was fading away now that Hitomi wasn't rejecting him. His mind focused in on one thing, "you've been thinking about me, too? Like what?" he asked, leaning in.
Hitomi's eyes widened and then narrowed, "nah, you first. You started this."
Katsuki sputtered, "fuck you, I asked first!"
"Come on," Hitomi smirked, leaning in as well, "tell me what dirty thoughts you've been having about me."
Katsuki was going to explode this goddamn building, "d-die."
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When I was a kid watching tv was idiot coded and nerds read books, but now scrolling shortform videos is considered braindead behavior and watching tv means you're some kinda intellectual. You might think this shifting assessment of media's consumers might make readers into absolute super geniuses, but no. Only perverts read now.
Schlocktober is a month-long writing and drawing event. It was established in 2025 as a response to a kink-free Kinktober calendar that became infamous for having way too many rules.
Its unconventional prompts and loose standards encourage creative freedom and reject morality policing in fandom spaces.
Who's running this thing?
Direct your complaints to patheticfangirl.
Why "schlock"?
It means trash/junk (affectionate), and that's the quality of content I'm striving for with these prompts. It's also fun to say.
But, y'know, if you want to take a prompt and turn it into a masterpiece of a whumpy longfic, go for it. That's creative freedom, baby.
What fandom is this for?
Schlocktober is fandom and ship neutral. At the time of posting, there are 218 different fandoms represented in previous works.
What if I want to combine prompts? What if I want to write or draw things out of order? What if I want to make a video? What if...
Go for it. Get weird. Do an interpretive dance. Mix in last year's prompts if you want to. Let the spirit of schlock move you.
What does [prompt] mean?
You tell me. It's all open to interpretation.
Is RPF okay?
Yes, so long as it's clearly fiction. See rule #3 below.
There are rules?
Just three.
No AI use.
Having the plagiarism machine do your work for you is the opposite of creative. A typo-riddled mess is better than AI-written fanfiction. A stick figure drawn on the back of a napkin is better than soulless AI slop art. Believe in your own ability to produce trashy works.
Tag appropriately.
'Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings' means anything goes. 'No Archive Warnings Apply' means your work is guaranteed not to contain any of the major archive warnings (non-con, major character death, graphic violence, or underage sex).
No irl bigotry or crimes.
Your characters can be as problematic as you'd like, but if you try to post a weird pro-JK Rowling essay or threatening manifesto or something you're not going in the collection. Don't kill the vibes.
Anything else I need to know?
Only the most important thing of all: Have fun.
But someone else is having fun wrong!
Shut the fuck up.
How do I participate?
There's an ao3 collection right here:
Schlocktober on ao3
Otherwise, just tag #schlocktober here or on Bluesky. DMs are open if you tag something and I miss it (I promise it's not intentional).
Will the collection stay open after October?
The collection is open 24/7/365, but you may not get approved as quickly in the off-season as mods don't check often.
I can't read your graphic!
Text version of the prompts under the cut.
Day 1:
Hole Reversal
Fuck and Die and Cry
Sex Robot That Only Speaks Binary
Day 2:
Amateurbation
Neapolitan Sex (Chocolate, Strawberry, and Vanilla)
