Swan

Just putting my imagination and can’t-sleep scenarios into writing :)

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I was in the mood for sadness

They say grief is love with nowhere to go. Nowhere to be recognized or reciprocated. It just exists. Loving your husband was the most easiest thing in the world to do, like breathing. His love felt warm and consuming the way a hug would feel to a child. He loved and cared for you like no other, always made you proud. You didn’t know the brash young boy he once was, but you knew and love the resilient man he was today.

Was.

Loved.

Sitting at the kitchen table with glossed over eyes, hearing the sounds of conversations being had but not really listening to them. It all sounded like muffled words and unknown voices drawing into one big background noise. Your fingers were anxiously toying with your wedding ring, something to find ground on.

Do people still wear their wedding rings when their loved one is dead? Are they still married? Married to a corpse? The thought brought a bitter feeling to your throat.

“Y/n, would you like some water?” A familiar voice echoed through the dull background. You breathed in but couldn’t speak. You wanted to say yes but you also wanted to scream. You also wanted to cry. You wanted to throw everything and everyone out the house. Toss out that ugly orange flower vase he picked out as a gift, the gift that holds the very last flowers he got you a week ago.

“I never really liked that vase.” Your sullen eyes glued to the orange vase across the dining room table. Midoriya was shocked to hear you finally speak, even if you sounded broken and hoarse.

“I told him, every time he gets me flowers that I have no wear to place them.” You continue, “and he made some funny comment about how he’ll always hold my flowers. I didn’t get it.”

“Y/n…”

“And then the very next day, he came home with this ugly flame orange colored vase, holding in bright yellow tulips. I told him, that is so ugly and doesn’t match the kitchen.” Your memory recalls and plays the scene as if its shadows right in front of you. Small unknown smile was forming and Midoriya just watched and listened

“He got mad of course, said ‘woman I spent an hour trying to pick a vase that would match me.’ I still didn’t get it. But I think I do now. He’s always holding my flowers.”

Your chair screeched from being pushed over the floorboards, conversations in the next room dying out. Midoriya quick on his feet. It was like you were being pulled in. You slowly brought your hands over to grip the vase with its now, dead flowers. A swift breeze hit you, almost knocked the air out your lungs with its familiar smell. Cinnamon. Slowly you started to pick the dead flowers out the vase, and hold the empty orange flamed vase against your chest.

“I’m gonna lie down now.” You whispered. Midoriya was quick to shadow you to your room. He made sure no one tried to share condolences, offer a smile or even make eye contact with you. In a moment of sadness and numbness, he acted as how your husband would’ve. Midoriya tucked you into bed, still cradling the vase close to your chest.

“I’ll be right outside if you need me.” He whispered.

He exited the room and stood guard. Reassured guests and friends who tried to check on you. Saw everyone leave and place their condolence cards in a letterbox. He cleaned up any leftover plates and tidied up the tables and couch. He was starting to wonder if he should stay the night on the couch, just in case.

He wouldn’t want her to be alone

Midoriya rested his jacket back on the kitchen chair and looked to grab extra blankets. He could make due with the couch cushion as a pillow. Before fixing up his bed for the night, he creeped up to your bedroom door. Upon opening the door, he found you in the same position. Still awake.

“It’s late. You need to sleep.” He says.

“I’m afraid.” You croaked.

“Afraid of what?” He takes a step in.

“Of seeing him in my dreams..and then having to wake up and he’s not here.” Your voice broke releasing the damn of tears fall. You clutched the vase still. Your sobs hurt him, knowing he couldn’t provide anything to help.

“He’s not here.” You repeated, “He’s not here. He’s not here. Oh my gods he’s not here anymore. He’s gone, dead, not living. He’s not here with me.” You cried out.

Midoriya stood now at your bedside, kneeling and trying to offer any kind of support. He let his emotions win and cried with you.

“I’m so sorry y/n..”

Your agonizing sobs echoed in the house.

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TikTok Trends With…Katsuki Bakugou

“Oh wow, suki baby you won’t believe what I just found.”

“Hm?”

“I just saw Denki’s profile on tinder.”

“Tinder? He resorted to Tinder after Jirou?”

“Yeah, i guess we matched and I sa-”

“Tinder? Why the fuck are you on Tinder right now? I’ll blow this house up I swear to god.”

*grabs phone*

“It’s a prank! Baby it’s a prank. I’m recording you, you looked so mad…kinda hot.”

“Yeah I’m feeling hot right now and not in the good way.”

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Jealous much?

Bakugou lovesss it when you’re jealous.

And I mean he loves it. It’s not a reoccurring problem/issue in your relationship with him since he’s always been one to reassure you, in his own way, and you were always chill about these things.

These things being:

Girls writing love letters to him his junior year.

Girls confessing their love for him senior year.

Sororities inviting him out to group dinners (he wasn’t even in any frat houses).

Even on the street, if he’s just hanging with his boys, women gather the courage and hand him their number. To which he simply takes and watches the shred of hopefulness fills their eyes and literally explodes the piece of paper on fire.

He says it makes him laugh.

But this time. Ohh, this time your buttons and patience was being tested. If you didn’t know any better you’d say this was an elaborate prank for Katsuki to see how’d you react.

The one girl just wasn’t taking the hint. Or maybe she was and she simply isn’t taking no for an answer.

You stepped away from your boyfriend momentarily to see if the retail associate can find your size in their inventory while Bakugou mindlessly walked around checking out the store. That’s when this regular looking girl walked up to him and started a casual friendly conversation. It wasn’t anything bad at first until…

“So, would you wanna grab coffee sometime?” Her lashes fluttered.

“Uh, no.”

“No? Why not? It’s just coffee.” She chuckled lightly.

“I have a girlfriend.”

“Oh, well..I don’t see her.”

That. That one comment changed your whole attitude.

Most of the time when Bakugou says ‘no’ the girls nod their head and walk away. Half the time when he says ‘I have a girlfriend’ they apologize and wish him a good day and walk away. Rarely when Bakugou takes their number and burst it into flames is when they usually didn’t take the hint.

But this was just down right nasty. First not respecting his answer of ‘no’ , and second asking ‘why not’ when she shouldn’t just taken the no as an answer. And third! She didn’t seem to care or mind that he has a girlfriend, you!

You scoffed upon hearing this close by, marched right back to over the two and immediately matched her energy.

“Now you see her.” You said while wrapping your hand around Katsuki’s biceps, giving it a small squeeze of ‘I got this’.

The bitchy girl just smirked and replied, “I don’t see much.”

“Bitch you’re about to see a whole lot.” You threaten taking two steps forward. Luckily, your man stepped in.

“Fuck off.”

He grabbed your wrist and lead you both away before she can throw another snarky comment. You huffed and puffed in anger and annoyance, not believing there are girls/women in this world who simply don’t act like a girls girl when going after a guy. You argued, mostly to yourself, about the way you would’ve liked to wipe that smirk off the girls face. How you would’ve wanted to have her ‘fake ass lashes ripped off and stuffed in her mouth’ (in your words).

“Oh! You’re laughing! You think this is soo funny?”

“Actually yes.”

“Suki!” You stomped your foot once he released your wrist.

He brought his face closer to you at eye level, his hand snaking its way to your waist and placing a soft kiss on your temple. He then lowered his lips to your ears and whispered.

“You’re so fucking hot when you’re jealous. I need you right now.”

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BoyfriendKatsuki knows you’re independent at times. He admires that. He knows you don’t need his protection 24/7 although he prefers it , you’re able to handle situations on your own.

Situations like this.

“I said no already.”

“Come on, a cute girl like yourself has to have a reason why though. Just tell me.” Said the creep.

You just wanted an iced latte before class, why does that have to come with unwanted attention from the male barista? Especially when the answer was no.

“Can I just get my coffee?” Your patience was wearing thin. He was literally holding it hostage. You order, then payed, he made the drink, and now he’s just holding it beside the pick up area trying to find a reason why he was told no.

“Only if you tell me why I can’t have your number. You have a boyfriend or something?”

Just as you were rolling your eyes, about to unleash a whole rant on why it shouldn’t matter if you had a boyfriend or not. Said boyfriend, Katsuki walked up behind you with his arms crossed and staring down this low excuse of a man barista having watched the whole interaction.

“She has a boyfriend dickhead.” He spoke, keeping his temper at bay.

The man’s smile began to dim. He looked away and slide over the coffee but Katsuki grabbed it before you could.

“Have a woman employee remake this, please.” Although he said please, it definitely wasn’t a request.

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Silent Arguing with Katsuki includes…

No good morning/good night texts.

Not looking at each other in group settings.

Ignoring the other’s presence.

Deliberately ‘hmph’ing at the other whenever.

Rolling eyes is a definite.

Your friends being confused on the situation.

Mumbling about how the other is too stubborn and fighting is stupid.

Suffering the nights alone with no Katsuki to cuddle with.

Him still being five paces behind you walking home.

You leaving an extra tissue pouch in his desk.

His hands begging to hold yours.

His ears perking up when he hears you laugh nearby.

You glancing around the halls in case you see him.

Katsuki restraining himself from speaking first.

You standing your ground and not apologizing first.

However, restraining can only work so much for a guy like Katsuki.

His lips harshly attacking yours while holding your wrist pinned to the wall of a janitors closet.

You biting his bottom lip and him liking it a bit too much.

“We’re still arguing right?”

“Only if this is how we make up.”

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Cuddling with Katsuki Bakugou includes :

I did something similar to this before but I’m in love with the idea of cuddling <3

Obviously watching a movie together, this time it was your pick and you practically forced him to watch ‘A Walk to Remember’

He chows on some popcorn pointing out the inconsistency of this movie.

Fluffy blankets, even though he can already provide warmth with just his body. But! You insisted, and he can’t really say no to you.

Laying your head on his chest while he plays with your hair mindlessly.

“So he’s mean to her for what?” “Hm, his friends think she’s a loser and bookish.”

“So now he hides their friendship?” “Yeah, he doesn’t wanna be made fun of for being her friend.” “Shittyhair would hate this guy.” “Shhh!”

He secretly likes watching romance movies with you, helps him give him ideas lol.

Having to re-explain some scenes because he talks through it with his commentary.

Somehow you always end up falling asleep first, so he takes note on the timestamp you guys can catch up on another time.

He plays the big spoon majority of the time, an arm draped across your waist and holding you close.

He finds comfort and sleep while smelling your hair and it smells like, lavender his now and probably forever, favorite smell.

Sometime during the night between your toss and turning, your legs are still tangled with his.

Even if there’s a moment where you tossed too much and he wasn’t feeling any of you, Bakugou notices even in his sleep.

Gently pulls you in closer by the waist, and instinctively you turn into his chest.

Thank god neither of you snore. 💤💤💤

[writingpiecesak]

Title: Autonomous Sensory Meridian Response

quick mini imagine that I had in the chamber for a while

Imagine: You don’t want Katsuki finding out you do asmr. Too late.

‘Peacefulness and tranquility’ was your number one priority when filming your videos. You always made sure to film between the hours of 2am to 5am, it’s when everyone is asleep and if not asleep half the college dorms are out to other parties and frat houses. Your roommate was out for the night which made this the perfect opportunity to film your asmr video.

Your content consists of a lot of whispering, clicky trigger words, ear to ear mouth sounds and positive affirmations. You began this channel as a joke back in highschool but the surprise of surpassing 50k subscribers in under a month made this now a side job. Within a few years those 50k subscribers multiplied into a whopping 2.1 million subscribers. And so you made a small career out of it, your friends encouraged it and though it was hard and almost weird to explain to family how the process is and how much your channel has grown, they were happy for you nonetheless.

However there was one person you didn’t want to know.

*bang bang bang* “Hello~ I know you’re in there.”

Interrupted mid recording your eyes snapped wide and the sudden harsh knocking at your door. Immediately you stopped recording and looked at the time, it was nearly 3am. You looked towards the door with a confused expression spread across your face, your roommate was out and had known you were filming so it couldn’t be her. You waited to hear another knock.

“Pipsqueak! Open up while I’m being nice.”

Oh no. Oh yes. The one person you didn’t want finding out about this little embarrassing secret, Katsuki Bakugou. He’s a known friend and study buddy sometimes but he’s also the last person you expect to be knocking at your door at this time. You got up from your desk and disconnected your mics. Your palms turned sweaty and you quickly needed to think of an excuse.

You propped the door open just a smidge, “What? I was sleeping.” You fake yawned.

“Uh huh sure, listen I need my notes I lent you back.”

You mentally cursed at yourself for not copying them earlier. You sighed, “Actually, I haven’t copied them yet. Can I give them to you at class tomorrow?”

“You had them for the whole day. What kept you so busy?” His annoyance peered through his eyes, which trailed to look behind you. Instinctively, you stepped out by closing the door behind you. Katsuki was taken aback.

“Stuff.” Such a lame excuse.

Though yes most of your friends encourage your channel and even watch it from time to time, this isn’t that type of friend. Infact, on your side, Katsuki felt like more than a friend and you wouldn’t dare crush your possible chances with him by exposing him to your clicky words and whispering. What if he thought it was weird? What if he judges you and makes fun of you for it? Sure it was petty to think that, but after all you’re just a girl crushing on a boy.

“Right…fine you can give them to me tomorrow but not a day later pipsqueak.” He warned.

You nodded your head and shooed him off. He bids you goodnight and heads back to the elevator. You gone back into your room and decided to continue filming, editing will be rough but you’re on a schedule.

Later that night, after Katsuki returned to his dorm room, he laid on his bed and immediately put on his headphones. Just as his roommate walked in, disorderly.

“Oh shhii, my bad were you sleeping?” His red haired friend asked, stumbling into the bathroom.

“Not yet, about to.”

“I’ll be quiet.” Kirishima held up his finger and drew it to his lips as a hushed sign.

“You're good shithead, I’m just watching videos, they help me sleep.”

“Like white noise?”

“Something like that.” He turned away from his friend, brought his blanket closer to his chest and laid his phone propped up as he listened to one of his favorite asmr videos, particularly your positive affirmations one.

He figured in due time you’ll tell him, but for now he’ll keep his secret from you as long as you keep him from yours.

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Hiii can you right a bakugo x severely injured reader

we dont get enough of these😓😓 IF YOU DO THANK YOUUU

Hiii , wasn’t sure how much severely injured or if blood was okay butttt yes! Love this idea!! ❤️

also it’s pretty lengthy lol i wasn’t sure when to stop 😅 also I had this song in mind while writing this.

It was supposed to be a simple evacuation mission. Simply guide the residents to safety and rescue any injured civilians then take them to the medical tents for treatment. You were assigned to Ground Group B, go through each alley way of apartments and help civilians out of harm's way. Your partner dashed off to help the others taking on Slade and his minions. You moved quickly and silently, you never knew who could be lurking about.

“It’s okay, you’re safe now, take my hand.” You extended your arm out to a terrified child, hiding behind the dumpsters covered in dirt. The air was filled with dust and rubble from the fallen buildings, the child looked to you, his hand trembling in fear. You waited patiently till his hand was fully in yours, and slowly you guided him out of his hiding spot.

“Alright, don’t let go okay? Stay with me, you’ll be okay.” You reassured him.

Your other hand stayed hovered above your thigh holster, securing a flare gun in case you needed aid to your position. You were holding his hand tightly as you walked through the streets desperately trying to find the route you knew that led to safety.

With the thickness of the dusty air clouding your vision, you decided to use your quirk to help light the way. Your quirk, Rays, is able to make waves of blinding lights enough to illuminate a dark forest and when concentrated enough can blind an enemy for a whole five minutes. But for now, you used only enough as a flashlight would.

“yo sunshine, what are your coordinates?”

His voice startled you for a moment, only a moment until annoyance took over.

“What did I say about calling me that?” You tap your ear piece that has a built-in mic that withstands over 200 meters and works connectively like Bluetooth.

“Tsk, you still respond to it. Where are you?”

You roll your eyes, “I’m here on the ground, trying to help this kid I found to a medic tent. He has some surface wounds.”

You glanced back at the young kid who naively sucked his thumb as a way to help make himself feel safe. You chuckled.

“Where's your partner? I thought there was a buddy system.”

“Oh you mean Aoyama? He took off, said he wanted to help you guys fight Slade. Didn’t really give me a choice, isn’t he there?” You whispered, peering around a corner of a building scoping out for any signs of threat.

“No…he isn’t, wait so you’re alone?”

You smiled softly, “Aww, are you worried about little ol’ me, Katsuki? Don’t worry, I can take care of myself.”

“I never doubted that Sunshine. Just don’t like the idea of you alone out there.”

A soft smile played on your lips, “You don’t like the idea of me period, Suki.” You said sarcastically.

“Tsk, never that Sunshine.”

This fun little banter you had going on with Katsuki actually helped ease your nerves a bit. You both had this secret push and pull game you two played together and it was really the best thing you could cling to at a time like this. You didn’t like the idea of being alone, especially with obscured vision and in the presence of a young civilian. You could light the entire block if you wanted but you didn’t want to give away your position to potential threats.

“Katsuki?” You questioned when static was playing through your ear piece.

“H-He’s –––stay–—move!”

You stopped in your tracks trying to make sense of those broken parts of his voice. Your breathing became more heavy and you quickly tugged the kid closer, lifting him to your arms basically carrying him as his legs instinctively wrapped around your waist.

“Is the bad guy here?” The young boy asked nervously.

“I’m not sure. We have to hide for now.” You started to run down the street in hopes of just finding the evacuation zone by luck.

“He’s gone! Slade left the field, stay where you are, don't move!”

You were listening to his words yet at the same time a figure in the distance was emerging. Your eyes squint trying to make out if this was a friend or foe. You stopped in your place and waited for some kind of signal, the figure was walking closer but something about them seemed injured almost as if they were limping.

Another civilian? You thought, slowly placing the child down slowly on his two feet. You started to approach the person but the young boy tugged on your hand, his eyes pleading you to stay. You crouched down to meet his eye level.

“I have to see if they need my help. They could be hurt.” You patted his head affectionately.

You took a deep breath and turned to the person, who stood there not making a sound nor were they walking towards you anymore. You proceeded with caution, shimmering light emerging from the palms of your hands.

“Are you okay, do you need some help?” You shouted, taking baby steps closer, your gut was fighting your steps telling you to turn back, to run, to hide, to blind this person before they could hurt you.

You should’ve trusted your gut.

Your eyes grew wider as you saw this person raise his arms, aiming for a sonic boom clap, but not at you. Your eyes traveled to where their hands were pointed and horror filled your veins. There was no injured civilian. This was Slade.

His sonic boom clap would send this kid to oblivion, killing him instantly. Your feet quickly took off heading back for the kid who stood there fidgeting with his fingers. Every step from your feet echoed in your head, and for a ration second, you threw your hand back and used Ray to its full extent, waves of blistering white hot light shot out from your hand instantly blinding Slade causing him to throw his aim off.

At the very last second, his hands clapped and his sonic boom trashed to the nearby building. Cracks spiderwebbed across the walls, and the ground trembled beneath their feet. The young kids' eyes were full of panic and tears. You were close, so close. Just enough to grab him but then debris rained down from above, shattering windows and blocking your only pathway to reach for him. With each passing moment, the building groaned under the strain, its supports buckling under the immense pressure. The building began to crumble. Floors pancaked on top of each other as the structure collapsed in on itself.

With the surge of desperation you reached out for the kid and in a blink of an eye, you pulled him out of his stand still panic state, and tossed him to the other side of the street, clearing him from the damage that’s now been done.

The kid cried out as he watched rocks of cement topple over you and bury you inside. Dust and smoke filled the air once again, the boy crawling over trying to remove any pieces of debris. He couldn’t leave you. Not after you saved him.

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“Damn what was that!” Denki shouted, pointing towards the town where different groups of rescuers were dispatched. Their eyes watched as smoke rose from the unknown to them, a fallen building. Katsuki had a bad feeling, he turned away, turning his mic back on.

“Sunshine? Come in Sunshine?”

“Who’s Sunshine?” Ashido tuned in, “He means y/n, only he calls her that for whatever reason.” Denki reminded her.

“Shut up assfaces! Sunshine, come in, what was that explosion?”

His only response was static. He chewed his bottom lip and ripped off his ear piece in frustration. He took a glance at his group, fairly enough everyone was doing okay with minor injuries. His head was doing backflips and somersaults trying to think if you were okay.

“Sunsh–Y/n isn’t answering her coms.” He informed Izuku.

“Wait really? Maybe she’s with her group rounding up the civilians and heading to the hospital.”

“That’s shit, she would’ve answered me. I’m going to look for her.” He pushed aside Izuku.

“W-Wait Kachan you can’t go by yourself!”

“Try and stop me.” He sneered before taking off.

He blasted through the air heading towards the faded smoke cloud only to see that Izuku was right on his tail following him. He scoffed but didn’t reject any help.

His mind was racing with possibilities. Maybe you were farther than 200 meters. Maybe Izuku was right, you could be at the hospital right now tending to victims' needs. Or perhaps your ear piece fell out. Anything was better than what his mind was creating.

“Down there!” Izuku pointed.

Katsuki's eyes saw the fallen building and a small kid sitting against the rubble hugging his knees. The two landed right by and immediately went to the crying child. Izuku, handling kids better than Katsuki, took charge.

“Hey little guy, are you alright? What’s wrong, what happened here?” He helped dust him off and wipe away his tears.

“Bad guy..” He sniffled.

Meanwhile, Katsuki was looking around for any information or indication on your whereabouts. Checking the ground for a broken earpiece. He could ask for the story later but right now his only concern was you. There was no one in sight. His heart was falling to the pits of his stomach, his breathing becoming shallow at the narrowing of possibilities.

“A-And then, she sa-saved me.”

“Who kid?” Katsuki quickly pulled the kid towards him, also crouched down to his size. The young boy only lowered his head, tears flowing through as his small hand pointed to the pile of rubble besides them.

Both Izuku and Katsuki's eyes slowly looked over to what he had pointed at. Katsuki’s heart pounded in his chest as he frantically began sifting through the debris, his hands bloodied and trembling with each movement. Every fiber of his being was consumed by the desperate need to find you, his Sunshine. With each passing moment, his fear intensified, driving him to dig deeper, to search harder, refusing to accept the possibility of you being lost to him forever. Every tug on another rock, his eyes were filling, stinging of tears that threatened to fall. His sniffles reminded him what he could possibly lose. No more fun banter. No more Sunshine jokes. No more late night talks. No more pranks pulled. No more secret stargazing. No more teasing of his hair. No more beautiful smiles when you laughed. No more stolen glances. No more shy compliments that make you blush. No more. No more you.

And then, amidst the rubble, he saw you. You laid motionless, battered and broken, your body barely recognizable beneath the broken glass and concrete. Horror washed over him as he knelt beside you, his hands shaking as he gently cradled you in his arms. Tears welled in his eyes as he whispered your name, praying for a sign of life. But you remained still, your breathing shallow and faint. He brushed your hair to the side letting rugged sobs escape his lips.

Izuku immediately discharged his flare gun while talking to his teammates on their coms, informing them on the situation at hand. Katsuki holding you dearly, praying for a miracle, for you to open your eyes and just joke about how much you scared him.

“Please..please Sunshine..please open your eyes.” He begged.

“Katsuki maybe we should–” His eyes darted to the crying child.

“I’m not leaving her!” Katsuki screamed out, his voice hoarse.

Every fiber of his being ached with sorrow as he struggled to comprehend the magnitude of the tragedy that had befallen them. The weight of guilt and helplessness bore down on him, threatening to crush his spirit as he grappled with the realization that he had failed to protect the one person who meant everything to him. Tears blurred his vision as he knelt beside the pile of debris, his heart torn asunder by the devastating loss. In that moment, Katsuki felt an overwhelming sense of emptiness, as if the very essence of his being had been ripped away, leaving nothing but a hollow shell in its wake.

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Bandages

I’m definitely doing a part two I love this

Working as Recovery’s girl apprentice in the most prestigious and sought after school of U.A high, the students always kept you busy. With most already having their hero provisional licenses it means they’re able to be in battle, even if it’s to help guide civilians to safety. Nonetheless, a handful still get injured while fighting and protecting people and because Recovery girl needed help, she sought after you. Luckily your quirk is being able to take away pain, a sure concentration and a bit of hand holding, you’re able to suck up any pain the patient is feeling, even if it’s only temporarily.

A recent scare brought the reality of your quirk back to you when all you could think of was helping people. You forgot to drain the pain onto another living thing, that’s the hard part. Usually, you buy plants and dispose of the hurt by holding the leaf or stem of your plants and releasing it. It instantly kills the plant of course and you had too many pots of plants to throw out, so you figured ‘I could handle it. Just for one day’. Well, that day you had absorbed the pain of an injury to the stomach. This kid was knocked on his ass easily by how bruised his stomach was, so it all hit you at once during the night. You fumbled out of bed, clutching onto your stomach groaning and whimpering in pain. You had nearly screamed from how much it was hurting, you needed an outlet badly but there were no plants or any living thing near you to let it out. You had rode the night by yourself in pain and watched the next morning as your stomach now shared the identical bruises of the student you helped. From then, you never forget to buy plants on your way to the dorms.

“I just don't get why she dorms here.”

“Mister Aziawa said–.” Began Midoriya

“I know what he said dumbass!”

Of course, it was Katsuki questioning again as to why you dorm in class 1A dorms. Sure it’s strictly for the hero program students but Aziawa made an exception and Recovery girl didn’t like the idea of you sleeping in the recovery wing, it’s already your place of work why should it be your place of sleep too?

“Tch, it’s not like her quirk makes her a hero like me.” He chuckled to himself all laid back while Midoriya shrugged uncomfortably.

You closed your door after that. You didn’t need to hear his remarks about you or have him question the ability of your quirk. It was pointless to mingle and try to be friends with them anyway.

They’re basically heroes. I just..take away pain for a little while. I’m no hero like Bakugou.

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Later that night while everyone else was asleep, you were up doing some laundry folding. You figured no one would be in the kitchen to make yourself a late night snack. But there he was, standing over the counter mixing ramyun and the steam rising from above.

“Oh..sorry I didn’t think anyone would be awake.”

Katsuki shrugged and continued eating his food. You walked around him to the kitchen stove and grabbed a small pot.

“There’s still…some left from what I made. It’s spicy though.”

“Oh? You don’t mind if I have the rest?”

“I don’t care.”

You moved to the resting pot that had a plate covering the top. You remove it and welcome your nose with the delicious scent of spicy curry ramyun. You grabbed the pot and a pair of chopsticks and sat across from Katsuki. You both sat in silence while munching on the noodles, not sparing a glance to each other.

“So you think I can’t be a hero?”

“Where the hell did that come from?”

“I overheard you and midoriya talking earlier.”

After some thought Katsuki spoke, “I never said that. I said, not a hero like me.”

“Isn’t that the same thing?”

Suddenly you both were not hungry anymore. You played around with your bowl of noodles and watched Katsuki ponder his thoughts. You bit the inside of your cheek thinking you made the atmosphere awkward and not to mention ruined any chance of befriending the future number two pro hero.

Katsuki got up from his stool, placed the dish in the sink and started looking around the kitchen drawers for an object.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to–what the hell are you doing?!”

Katsuki gave a half crooked smile and dropped a heavy bag of rice onto his foot. His nose scrunched up in pain but it was more like a two on a scale of one through ten. You quickly got up and pushed the bag off his foot, examining for any swelling or bruising. Thankfully it wasn’t anything too serious.

“You could’ve really hurt yourself.” You scolded him like a child, Katsuki looked at his foot and shrugged. He looked around once more and went into a drawer, took out a kitchen knife and with horror in your eyes he slid the blade onto his palm. Blood immediately dripping down his arm to his elbow.

“What the hell is the matter with you?!” You pushed the blade out of his hand and into the sink. Immediately without hesitation you held onto his bleeding hand and closed your eyes. A ray of light blue and yellow colors shimmered around your hands, holding him.

Katsuki’s eyes watched in awe, never knowing what color your quirk showed until now. He watched as the blood that was previously trailing to his elbow, now being sucked back up to the place of injury. He watched your face in concentration, eyebrows scrunched together and your hands squeezing his. He’s had other injuries before and had them treated by Recovery Girl usually. But now, he’s here late at night holding hands with you as you patch him up with your quirk.

You slowly opened your eyes and slowly started to let go of Katsuki's hand, all the while staring into his eyes. At first you thought he would’ve backed away or something but, holding eye contact like this felt somewhat intimate. Your cheeks started to heat up and you took a step back.

Katsuki examined his hand, no mark, no blood, not a scratch on him, not even a scar. He held up his palm.

“You healed me.” He said nonchalantly.

“Yeah? That’s what I do.”

He sighed, “Idiot. I mean, your first instinct was to help me. And you did, I’m healed. That’s what heroes do, they help people.”

You didn’t have a comment after that, you only watched as Katsuki smirked and started to walk away leaving you alone to smile at the warmth that he left to fill your heart.

[writingpiecesak]

In honor of missing a Valentines Day post, whoops

Imagine! Hopeless romantic BoyfriendBakugou scrolling through TikTok and YouTube clips on ideas for Valentines Day.

It’s still two weeks away but still, he likes to be prepared and have the best way of asking and best gift. BoyfriendBakugou wants this to be perfect, you deserve nothing less.

So, with the help of Kiri and some supplies he gathered, BoyfriendBakugou arranged the most beautiful and romantic, nearly cheesy way of asking.

While being blindfolded as he lead you to this, secret date by the fields, on the count of three you removed the black blindfold and as if on cue, butterflies were released (from the help of Koda) and your eyes trailed to the laid out picnic blanket topped with pillows and rose petals, a basket of delicious snacks and prepped sandwiches as well as a sign covered in lights spelling out,

Will you be my valentine?

And there stood, BoyfriendBakugou, dressed in his best, with a bouquet of your favorite flowers tied with his signature colors. Your eyes gleamed with heartfelt tears.

“So..will you?”

[ladynephthyss]

words to use when writing

Appetite:

craving, demand, gluttony, greed, hunger, inclination, insatiable, longing, lust, passion, ravenousness, relish, taste, thirst, urge, voracity, weakness, willingness, yearning, ardor, dedication, desire, devotion, enthusiasm, excitement, fervor, horny, intensity, keenness, wholeheartedness, zeal

Arouse:

agitate, awaken, electrify, enliven, excite, entice, foment, goad, incite, inflame, instigate, kindle, provoke, rally, rouse, spark, stimulate, stir, thrill, waken, warm, whet, attract, charm, coax, fire up, fuel, heat up, lure, produce, stir up, tantalize, tease, tempt, thrum, torment, wind up, work up

Assault:

attack, advancing, aggressive, assailing, charging, incursion, inundated, invasion, offensive, onset, onslaught, overwhelmed, ruinous, tempestuous, strike, violation, ambush, assail, barrage, bombard, bombardment, crackdown, wound

Beautiful: 

admirable, alluring, angelic, appealing, bewitching, charming, dazzling, delicate, delightful, divine, elegant, enticing, exquisite, fascinating, gorgeous, graceful, grand, magnificent, marvelous, pleasing, radiant, ravishing, resplendent, splendid, stunning, sublime, attractive, beguiling, captivating, enchanting, engaging, enthralling, eye-catching, fetching, fine, fine-looking, good-looking, handsome, inviting, lovely, mesmeric, mesmerizing, pretty, rakish, refined, striking, tantalizing, tempting

Brutal:

atrocious, barbarous, bloodthirsty, callous, cruel, feral, ferocious, hard, harsh, heartless, inhuman, merciless, murderous, pitiless, remorseless, rough, rude, ruthless, savage, severe, terrible, unmerciful, vicious, bestial, brute, brutish, cold-blooded, fierce, gory, nasty, rancorous, sadistic, uncompromising, unfeeling, unforgiving, unpitying, violent, wild

Burly:

able-bodied, athletic, beefy, big, brawny, broad-shouldered, bulky, dense, enormous, great, hard, hardy, hearty, heavily built, heavy, hefty, huge, husky, immense, large, massive, muscular, mighty, outsized, oversized, powerful, powerfully built, prodigious, robust, solid, stalwart, stocky, stout, strapping, strong, strongly built, sturdy, thick, thickset, tough, well-built, well-developed

Carnal:

animalistic, bodily, impure, lascivious, lecherous, lewd, libidinous, licentious, lustful, physical, prurient, salacious, sensuous, voluptuous, vulgar, wanton, , coarse, crude, dirty, raunchy, rough, unclean

Dangerous:

alarming, critical, fatal, formidable, impending, malignant, menacing, mortal, nasty, perilous, precarious, pressing, serious, terrible, threatening, treacherous, urgent, vulnerable, wicked, acute, damaging, deadly, death-defying, deathly, destructive, detrimental, explosive, grave, harmful, hazardous, injurious, lethal, life-threatening, noxious, poisonous, risky, severe, terrifying, toxic, unsafe, unstable, venomous

Dark:

atrocious, corrupt, forbidding, foul, infernal, midnight, morbid, ominous, sinful, sinister, somber, threatening, twilight, vile, wicked, abject, alarming, appalling, baleful, bizarre, bleak, bloodcurdling, boding evil, chilling, cold, condemned, creepy, damned, daunting, demented, desolate, dire, dismal, disturbing, doomed, dour, dread, dreary, dusk, eerie, fear, fearsome, frightening, ghastly, ghostly, ghoulish, gloom, gloomy, grave, grim, grisly, gruesome, hair-raising, haunted, hideous, hopeless, horrendous, horrible, horrid, horrific, horrifying, horror, ill-fated, ill-omened, ill-starred, inauspicious, inhospitable, looming, lost, macabre, malice, malignant, menacing, murky, mysterious, night, panic, pessimistic, petrifying, scary, shadows, shadowy, shade, shady, shocking, soul-destroying, sour, spine-chilling, spine-tingling, strange, terrifying, uncanny, unearthly, unlucky, unnatural, unnerving, weird, wretched

Delicious:

enticing, exquisite, luscious, lush, rich, savory, sweet, tasty, tempting, appetizing, delectable, flavorsome, full of flavor, juicy, lip-smacking, mouth-watering, piquant, relish, ripe, salty, spicy, scrummy, scrumptious, succulent, tangy, tart, tasty, yummy, zesty

Ecstasy:

delectation, delirium, elation, euphoria, fervor, frenzy, joy, rapture, transport, bliss, excitement, happiness, heaven, high, paradise, rhapsody, thrill, blissful, delighted, elated, extremely happy, in raptures (of delight), in seventh heaven, jubilant, on cloud nine, overexcited, overjoyed, rapturous, thrilled

Ecstatic:

delirious, enraptured, euphoric, fervent, frenzied, joyous, transported, wild

Erotic:

amatory, amorous, aphrodisiac, carnal, earthy, erogenous, fervid, filthy, hot, impassioned, lascivious, lecherous, lewd, raw, romantic, rousing, salacious, seductive, sensual, sexual, spicy, steamy, stimulating, suggestive, titillating, voluptuous, tantalizing

Gasp:

catch of breath, choke, gulp, heave, inhale, pant, puff, snort, wheeze, huff, rasp, sharp intake of air, short of breath, struggle for breath, swallow, winded 

Heated:

ardent, avid, excited, fervent, fervid, fierce, fiery, frenzied, furious, impassioned, intense, passionate, raging, scalding, scorched, stormy, tempestuous, vehement, violent, ablaze, aflame, all-consuming, blazing, blistering, burning, crazed, explosive, febrile, feverish, fired up, flaming, flushed, frantic, hot, hot-blooded, impatient, incensed, maddening, obsessed, possessed, randy, searing, sizzling, smoldering, sweltering, torrid, turbulent, volatile, worked up, zealous

Hunger:

appetite, ache, craving, gluttony, greed, longing, lust, mania, mouth-watering, ravenous, voracious, want, yearning, thirst

Hungry:

avid, carnivorous, covetous, craving, eager, greedy, hungered, rapacious, ravenous, starved, unsatisfied, voracious, avaricious, desirous, famished, grasping, insatiable, keen, longing, predatory, ravening, starving, thirsty, wanting

Intense:

forceful, severe, passionate, acute, agonizing, ardent, anxious, biting, bitter, burning, close, consuming, cutting, deep, eager, earnest, excessive, exquisite, extreme, fervent, fervid, fierce, forcible, great, harsh, impassioned, keen, marked, piercing, powerful, profound, severe, sharp, strong, vehement, violent, vivid, vigorous

Liquid:

damp, cream, creamy, dripping, ichorous, juicy, moist, luscious, melted, moist, pulpy, sappy, soaking, solvent, sopping, succulent, viscous, wet / aqueous, broth, elixir, extract, flux, juice, liquor, nectar, sap, sauce, secretion, solution, vitae, awash, moisture, boggy, dewy, drenched, drip, drop, droplet, drowning, flood, flooded, flowing, fountain, jewel, leaky, milky, overflowing, saturated, slick, slippery, soaked, sodden, soggy, stream, swamp, tear, teardrop, torrent, waterlogged, watery, weeping

Lithe:

agile, lean, pliant, slight, spare, sinewy, slender, supple, deft, fit, flexible, lanky, leggy, limber, lissom, lissome, nimble, sinuous, skinny, sleek, slender, slim, svelte, trim, thin, willowy, wiry

Moan:

beef, cry, gripe, grouse, grumble, lament, lamentation, plaint, sob, wail, whine, bemoan, bewail, carp, deplore, grieve, gripe, grouse, grumble, keen, lament, sigh, sob, wail, whine, mewl

Moving:

(exciting,) affecting, effective  arousing, awakening, breathless, dynamic, eloquent, emotional, emotive, expressive, fecund, far-out, felt in gut, grabbed by, gripping, heartbreaking, heartrending, impelling, impressive, inspirational, meaningful, mind-bending, mind-blowing, motivating, persuasive, poignant, propelling, provoking, quickening, rallying, rousing, significant, stimulating, simulative, stirring, stunning, touching, awe-inspiring, energizing, exhilarating, fascinating, heart pounding, heart stopping, inspiring, riveting, thrilling

Need:

compulsion, demand, desperate, devoir, extremity, impatient longing, must, urge, urgency / desire, appetite, avid, burn, craving, eagerness, fascination, greed, hunger, insatiable, longing, lust, taste, thirst, voracious, want, yearning, ache, addiction, aspiration, desire, fever, fixation, hankering, hope, impulse, inclination, infatuation, itch, obsession, passion, pining, wish, yen

Pain: 

ache, afflict, affliction, agony, agonize, anguish, bite, burn, chafe, distress, fever, grief, hurt, inflame, laceration, misery, pang, punish, sting, suffering, tenderness, throb, throe, torment, torture, smart

Painful:

aching, agonizing, arduous, awful, biting, burning, caustic, dire, distressing, dreadful, excruciating, extreme, grievous, inflamed, piercing, raw, sensitive, severe, sharp, tender, terrible, throbbing, tormenting, angry, bleeding, bloody, bruised, cutting, hurting, injured, irritated, prickly, skinned, smarting, sore, stinging, unbearable, uncomfortable, upsetting, wounded

Perverted: 

aberrant, abnormal, corrupt, debased, debauched, defiling, depraved, deviant, monstrous, tainted, twisted, vicious, warped, wicked, abhorrent, base, decadent, degenerate, degrading, dirty, disgusting, dissipated, dissolute, distasteful, hedonistic, immodest, immoral, indecent, indulgent, licentious, nasty, profligate, repellent, repugnant, repulsive, revolting, shameful, shameless, sickening, sinful, smutty, sordid, unscrupulous, vile 

Pleasurable:

charming, gratifying, luscious, satisfying, savory, agreeable, delicious, delightful, enjoyable, nice, pleasant, pleasing, soothing, succulent

Pleasure:

bliss, delight, gluttony, gratification, relish, satisfaction, thrill, adventure, amusement, buzz, contentment, delight, desire, ecstasy, enjoyment, excitement, fun, happiness, harmony, heaven, joy, kick, liking, paradise, seventh heaven 

Rapacious:

avaricious, ferocious, furious, greedy, predatory, ravening, ravenous, savage, voracious, aggressive, gluttonous, grasping, insatiable, marauding, plundering

Rapture:

bliss, ecstasy, elation, exaltation, glory, gratification, passion, pleasure, floating, unbridled joy

Rigid:

adamant, austere, definite, determined, exact, firm, hard, rigorous, solid, stern, uncompromising, unrelenting, unyielding, concrete, fixed, harsh, immovable, inflexible, obstinate, resolute, resolved, severe, steadfast, steady, stiff, strong, strict, stubborn, taut, tense, tight, tough, unbending, unchangeable, unwavering

Sudden:

abrupt, accelerated, acute, fast, flashing, fleeting, hasty, headlong, hurried, immediate, impetuous, impulsive, quick, quickening, rapid, rash, rushing, swift, brash, brisk, brusque, instant, instantaneous, out of the blue, reckless, rushed, sharp, spontaneous, urgent, without warning

Thrust:

(forward) advance, drive, forge, impetus, impulsion, lunge, momentum, onslaught, poke, pressure, prod, propulsion, punch, push, shove, power, proceed, progress, propel

(push hard) assail, assault, attack, bear down, buck, drive, force, heave, impale, impel, jab, lunge, plunge, press, pound, prod, ram, shove, stab, transfix, urge, bang, burrow, cram, gouge, jam, pierce, punch, slam, spear, spike, stick

Thunder-struck:

amazed, astonished, aghast, astounded, awestruck, confounded, dazed, dazed, dismayed, overwhelmed, shocked, staggered, startled, stunned, gob-smacked, bewildered, dumbfounded, flabbergasted, horrified, incredulous, surprised, taken aback 

Torment:

agony, anguish, hurt, misery, pain, punishment, suffering, afflict, angst, conflict, distress, grief, heartache, misfortune, nightmare, persecute, plague, sorrow, strife, tease, test, trial, tribulation, torture, turmoil, vex, woe

Touch:

(physical) - blow, brush, caress, collide, come together, contact, converge, crash, cuddle, embrace, feel, feel up, finger, fondle, frisk, glance, glide, graze, grope, handle, hit, hug, impact, join, junction, kiss, lick, line, manipulate, march, massage, meet, nudge, palm, partake, pat, paw, peck, pet, pinch, probe, push, reach, rub, scratch, skim, slide, smooth, strike, stroke, suck, sweep, tag, tap, taste, thumb, tickle, tip, touching, toy, bite, bump, burrow, buss, bury, circle, claw, clean, clutch, cover, creep, crush, cup, curl, delve, dig, drag, draw, ease, edge, fiddle with, flick, flit, fumble, grind, grip, grub, hold, huddle, knead, lap, lave, lay a hand on, maneuver, manhandle, mash, mold, muzzle, neck, nestle, nibble, nip, nuzzle, outline, play, polish, press, pull, rasp, ravish, ream, rim, run, scoop, scrabble, scrape, scrub, shave, shift, shunt, skate, slip, slither, smack, snake, snuggle, soothe, spank, splay, spread, squeeze, stretch, swipe, tangle, tease, thump, tongue, trace, trail, tunnel twiddle, twirl, twist, tug, work, wrap 

(mental) - communicate, examine, inspect, perception, scrutinize

Wet:

bathe, bleed, burst, cascade, course, cover, cream, damp, dampen, deluge, dip, douse, drench, dribble, drip, drizzle, drool, drop, drown, dunk, erupt, flood, flow, gush, immerse, issue, jet, leach, leak, moisten, ooze, overflow, permeate, plunge, pour, rain, rinse, run, salivate, saturate, secrete, seep, shower, shoot, slaver, slobber, slop, slosh, sluice, spill, soak, souse, spew, spit, splash, splatter, spout, spray, sprinkle, spurt, squirt, steep, stream, submerge, surge, swab, swamp, swill, swim, trickle, wash, water

Wicked:

abominable, amoral, atrocious, awful, base, barbarous, dangerous, debased, depraved, distressing, dreadful, evil, fearful, fiendish, fierce, foul, heartless, hazardous, heinous, immoral, indecent, intense, mean, nasty, naughty, nefarious, offensive, profane, scandalous, severe, shameful, shameless, sinful, terrible, unholy, vicious, vile, villainous, wayward, bad, criminal, cruel, deplorable, despicable, devious, ill-intentioned, impious, impish, iniquitous, irreverent, loathsome, Machiavellian, mad, malevolent, malicious, merciless, mischievous, monstrous, perverse, ruthless, spiteful, uncaring, unkind, unscrupulous, vindictive, virulent, wretched

Writhe: 

agonize, bend, jerk, recoil, lurch, plunge, slither, squirm, struggle, suffer, thrash, thresh, twist, wiggle, wriggle, angle, arc, bow, buck, coil, contort, convulse, curl, curve, fidget, fight, flex, go into spasm, grind, heave, jiggle, jolt, kick, rear, reel, ripple, resist, roll, lash, lash out, screw up, shake, shift, slide, spasm, stir, strain, stretch, surge, swell, swivel, thrust, turn violently, tussle, twitch, undulate, warp, worm, wrench, wrestle, yank 

[writingpiecesak]

Imagine! BoyfriendBakugou sneaking you in his dorm room to cuddle. Holding your hand as he leads you to his door, you checking behind you to see if anyone is awake or following.

BoyfriendBakugou wouldn’t admit in the light of day that he needs you next to him in order to sleep. However, he will admit it to you and only you.

Although, BoyfriendBakugou is the all time big spoon cuddler, and a huge fan of you clinging to his arm while you sleep. There are nights like these where he just wants you to play with his hair.

So with his head on your chest, his arms wrapped around your body and legs curled up, BoyfriendBakugou falls asleep to the soft gentleness of your fingers through his hair.

[writingpiecesak]

Training with Bakugou hasn’t always been easy. To start off, he never holds back. He believes in fair fights no matter who he’s battling. He takes in seriously as if he is for real fighting some street criminal. It’s one of the reasons why you respected him so much, and thus leading you to ask him one day,

“Can we train together?”

For sure, this threw him off. A lowly extra asking for training time with the all mighty explosion murder god, Katsuki Bakugou, himself? He thought it was some stupid joke so he laughed. However your relentless pestering, seeing him everyday after class with the same question wore him down and he gave in, for the fun of it.

Never did he thought he would meet someone who threw the first punch. Sure enough it caught him off guard but with his skills he dodge it last split second. He saw that determined look in your eyes, and he grinned.

This is gonna be fun, he thought.

The first session was everything you’d expect, you got your ass, respectfully, whopped. Of course you knew Bakugou was stronger and his quirk is both great for close up and distant attacks. Your quirk, sonic boom, was more of a distance advantage.

It packed heavy punch to any in the 10 mile radius, so it was safe to say anyone five feet close, would have partial deafness for about a week. However, you’ve been working on using lesser range for short distance. Your mentor, Present Mic, goes all out for his quirk but helps you out on moving your sound to small groups and spaces.

If any classmate saw to their naked eye, it’s obvious Katsuki has the upper hand. But they also know not to diminish your combat moves.

“Damn it, where are you hiding extra!”

Cut to a month later and fourteen training sessions later, Bakugou struggles to find you on this ground. Ground 1A helps you a lot more, granted more distance and places to surprise attack yet you weren’t going to hide like a coward anymore.

You take in a deep breath and held your hand into a fist making a small hole for the sound to travel. You aimed towards Bakugou’s direction from behind, and then you scream.

He clutches his ears but the direct line shot blasts him into a tumble, of course he gained balance soon enough and started holding his ground. You rushed up to take this opportunity for a more close combat, you swung your leg to his side an unknown weak spot. He aimed his gauntlet and started sharp shooting his explosions. Your body was thrown back hitting a wall, yet you were still up.

“Quirks?” You asked.

“No. I wanna see how much you’ve learned.” He answered, unlocking his gauntlets and letting them fall to the ground. This met business.

You both had your hands up in balled up fist, no quirks meant this is now a hand to hand combat. Surely to see how much you’ve progressed but now’s not the time to be nervous.

A first round house kick was thrown by you, blocked by Katsuki as he jabbed your stomach, the open area. You threw your jab at his cheek, neither of you were pulling punches. You knew Katsuki wouldn’t fight with you if you did, so no matter how much it hurt, you wanted to earn his respect.

Jab after jab, kick after a heavy ass knee strike from you, Bakugou took note of this you using your legs a lot in a fight. Finally in a brief moment of pain, Katsuki took this opportunity to grab your legs and slam your back to the ground. The impact brought out a grunt of pain. But Katsuki stayed above you, both of yous catching your breathes and letting his sweat drip onto you.

“You’ve…improved.” He said in between breathes.

“I….had…to.” You respond.

“I’m…..fuck….impressed.”

“Good.”

Maybe it’s because your back just got slammed into hard concrete and your winded but, Katsuki out of breath from fighting you and dripping sweat hovering over you? This was a sight to see.

For a moment, you saw Katsuki’s eyes dipped to your lips and then back to your face. Subconsciously, you did the exact same thing and hoped he didn’t realize. His eyes darted away and he removed himself to just sit up besides you. You brought yourself and felt the awkwardness creep in.

“Wanna’ get some food?”

You smiled, “yeah, I’m pretty hungry. Where?”

Katsuki shrugged his shoulders, “My dorm? I’ll make some spicy ramen, with poached egg.”

The blush swept across your cheeks as you smiled to the ground. This feels like a step towards friendship after being training buddies. Of course, this is new territory for both of you nevertheless, you looked to him and smiled and said yes.

[writingpiecesak]

bakugou sat on the park bench in pain, the wetness from the rain couldn’t wash away his sadness nor could it compare to the coldness in his heart he already feels, reading your letter.

“…too different…”

“….I was unhappy….”

“I need time and space away…..from you.”

How could he possibly not have seen it? The days he felt glory for capturing yet another villain were the same days he forgot dates, or an anniversary or didn’t bother to see you at work. Could he have been so blind? So self-involved?

Perhaps…

Or perhaps it was those same days he feared for his life that what if this was it? What if this was the moment the bad guy would win and he would lose not only his life, but his life with you. You are his greatest love and he felt so much pain and dare he say, embarrassed, for not making more of an effort to appreciate you just a little bit more.

Bakugou's fierce exterior crumbles, and tears betray the vulnerability beneath. The explosive hero, known for his unyielding resolve, finds himself at the mercy of emotions as he grapples with the weight of losing you, forever, the girl who ignited a softer flame within him. His crimson eyes, usually ablaze with determination, now shimmer with tears, reflecting the depth of his emotions. Your absence leaves a void that even his explosive prowess can't fill. In this rare display of raw emotion, Bakugou confronts the undeniable truth that love has the power to both elevate and humble even the mightiest of heroes.

[writingpiecesak]

Paying Attention

Summary: You’re sort of a chatter box to anyone that will listen. You ramble about a million different things that sometimes doesn’t even relate to one another. So while trying to tell a story that actually means something, you fall on deaf ears. Not to Bakugou though.

“Then! A huge boulder of cement was flying through the air and I was just about to use my quirk to stop it when–guys?”

As I sat there at my desk looking at my four friends talk amongst themselves I couldn’t help but feel a tinge of disappointment. It seemed like my friends didn’t care nor pay mind to what I was saying. I do talk a lot and usually it’s babbling like a baboon when I’m nervous but this near death experience was something I wanted to share. To have a listener or someone try to relate?

Little did I know, amidst the dying words in my throat, a silent listener lurked.

“And then what?”

The class bully, known for his cruel tricks and unkind demeanor, had surreptitiously become an unintended audience for my tale. An unexpected twist, indeed. The realization hit me like a gust of wind, a mix of surprise and nervousness.

“You were listening?”

“Hm. You’re too chatty to ignore, continue.”

While I had always yearned for a captivated audience that hung on my every word, having the class bully as my solitary listener posed a peculiar challenge. But there was something intriguing about this unexpected observer. Maybe beneath his intimidating facade lay a flicker of humanity that craved connection, longing for a story to whisk him away from his own reality. Or perhaps it was simply his primal instinct, reveling in the enjoyment derived from others' discomfort.

Regardless of his motivations, the atmosphere in the classroom suddenly shifted. With every passing moment, the realization that Katsuki Bakugou was listening painted my narrative with a newfound weight. I couldn't ignore his presence as he nonchalantly twiddled with his pen, avoiding eye contact with me. It fueled a surge of adrenaline within me, pushing me to deliver a tale that transcended mere words.

As my story continued, I found myself entwined in a delicate dance of words. Each sentence was carefully crafted, every detail woven with precision to capture their attention. The desperate need to keep my sole listener engaged unlocked a previously untapped reserve of creativity within me. It was as if my words formed a bridge, attempting to connect with a person who usually seemed so disconnected from the world around them.

Time ceased to exist in those moments. As the story unfolded, Katsuki’s stonewall expression softened ever so slightly. A twinkle of curiosity glittered in their eyes, silently urging me to forge ahead. The power dynamics within the classroom momentarily shattered, subverted by the wonder of storytelling.

And in that tiny window of respite, as I held Katsuki’s attention captive, an unspoken connection was established. It was a shared moment, a testament to the transcendental power of narratives. The balance of power may have tilted, if only for a short while, and in that fleeting instance, I could almost see Katsuki’s vulnerability lurking beneath their hardened exterior.

As I concluded my tale, a surprisingly genuine smile crept across his face. In that singular moment, the silent bond formed through storytelling revealed that even the most unexpected listeners, with their hidden depths and guarded hearts, could be swayed by the magic crafted within the words we choose to share.

“And after all that, can you believe it that I made it to class on time!”

“I believe it, mousy. Tell me more.”

“More what? That’s the whole story.” I start taking out my notebook just to doodle to make time pass until next class.

“Tell me another story.” He leaned back in his chair.

“You’ll listen?” I teased.

“I’m always listening.”

[writingpiecesak]

❄️Reassurance🔥

Summary: You and Shoto confessed your feelings for one another but haven’t really acted on it yet. No one has made the first move or anything so you’re starting to think if your feelings are dying down?

small work sorry, will be back with more Katsuki next week

Besides lunch hour, you don’t seem to interact with Shoto as much. You sit opposite sides of the class, have different training hours and sessions, hang with the opposite kind of friend group. Definitely the definition of opposites attract. When reminiscing of that amazing day when Shoto, himself had called you out to meet privately outside the dorms. It wasn’t late, nearly sunset while everyone else inside was attending to their own chores or friendly conversations, it was just you two outside..alone.

He confessed very straight forward about having these certain feelings for you. He describe it as ‘wanting to be near you everyday, all day.’ Obviously very romantic but being Shoto, his delivery was that, straight forward to the point. You, of course, reciprocated the feelings. After having the most embarrassing crush on him since the very beginning of even meeting him. Though it wasn’t the romantic confession you thought it be, it still sent your heart into the clouds. Nearly breathless.

But after a couple of days, being on opposite schedules and not really defining what was the next step you suffered back to just watching him from a distance. Any glimpse you had caught of him walking with his friends, or training with Bakugou at the ground A area, you could count on one hand. Of course you knew he was busy, and you’re busy and exams would soon be near. Dorm duties, study sessions, and training privately with Mr.Aziawa, there wasn’t really much time to have a proper conversation.

Has he forgotten? Was it just a random confession to give? So that he can have his feelings out in the open and forget about them? Did he not try to look for you as hard as you did for him? Does he appreciate the small glances he gets of you? Does he even look at all?

Then days turned into a week and a half. Only catching glimpses and glances, once nearly had a whole minute seeing him hang with Midoriya by the lunch line. You hate how much Shoto was on your mind, meanwhile you probably weren’t on his. To try to ease your mind and stupid thoughts, you decided to try to eat lunch with him. It’s a very big step and you hoped you weren’t overstepping or basically self-inviting yourself to his friend group. Normally you sat with Tokoyami, Shoji and Jiro but once they saw you walk towards Shotos table, they immediately were onboard. Of course that is they’ve been pushing you to do it since day1.

“Hi, can I have lunch with you…guys?” You added in the last part so it wouldn’t seem like you only spoke to Shoto, even though you were but everyone didn’t need to know that.

“Yeah of course!” Midoriya smiled.

“Sit next to me, y/n!” Ochaco beamed.

“It’s nice to see you.” Shoto said, for once keeping eye contact with you. You placed yourself in front of him, taking up on Ochaco offer to sit with her. Honestly it was better than sitting next to him and fidgeting the entire time.

As the group continues their chat about which teacher had the hots for another, also including you into the debate. You felt a sudden warm press against your ankle, you looked down to see what made you get goosebumps. To your enjoyment, it was Shotos ankle, pressed slightly against yours as his, almost as if it’s hand holding but..with ankles. You glanced up to see him quietly enjoying his soba with a tint of pink hitting his ears. You smiled to yourself, and tried to focus on the conversation meanwhile you’re playing footies with your ultimate crush.

It was a small interaction and barely any contact but, it was enough to give you the reassurance you needed.

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Stolen Glances

Summary: You’re the new student in class 1A, though most classmates were accepting and even trying to be your friend, there was one classmate who kept his distance but you would catch him staring?

In the bustling world of superheroes and extraordinary abilities, there exists a prestigious institution known as U.A. High School, where aspiring heroes gather to refine their powers and shape their destinies. It is within these hallowed halls that you, as a new student, embarks on a thrilling journey in proving to not only yourself but others who doubted you that even a small quirk like yours, can save lives.

As the doors of U.A. High School swing open, anticipation fills the air, mingling with the nervous excitement of countless aspiring heroes. Amidst this sea of aspiring talents, you stepped forward, determined to prove your worth and make your mark on the heroic landscape. Surrounded by classmates with diverse quirks and unique abilities, you quickly realizes that you’re about to embark on a life-altering adventure. Your tour around the halls and training rooms bring a vibrant and bustling feeling of the campus teeming with energy. Heroes-in-training hustle from one class to another, engaging in rigorous physical training, honing their combat skills, and expanding their knowledge of the hero profession. There was much you needed to catch up on.

So for the past 2 months, earning your nickname as “new girl” you befriended a boy named Midoriya, a polite and warm girl, Yaoyorozu and their group of friends as well. You mixed in well and no longer had to worry about who to sit with at lunch.

The crowded cafeteria bustled with students chatting and enjoying their meals. Among them, a young man found himself unable to take his eyes off a particular person. His heart raced as he stole glances in your direction, hoping to catch a glimpse of your radiant smile. Every movement you made, every word you spoke, enthralled him.

This feeling, this hope that you would smile at him. Hope that you would first to say hello to him. This was definitely a first for Katsuki Bakugou. He never had the urge to watch over someone or to creep around the halls in hopes he’ll see you. He secretly thanks God for putting you in his class and having you sit behind him. For one, he definitely would’ve been distracted if you sat in front or next to him. And two, he still was able to be somewhat near you. It was all very confusing for him but ever since you walked in class with a nervous smile and a pretty red bow in your ponytail, Bakugou couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

Lost in his thoughts, he didn't notice the passing time or the curious gazes of his friends. All his attention was focused on you, the object of his affections. With each stolen glance, his admiration grew stronger, his feelings more intense. He couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to hold your hand or share laughter with you.

As fate would have it, on this particular day, the universe conspired against his attempts at subtlety. Just as his eyes lingered a moment too long on your graceful form, you turned your head in his direction. Your eyes locked, and in that brief instant, time stood still. He felt a jolt of panic surge through him, unsure of how to respond to being caught in the act. Unable to maintain eye contact, his gaze quickly darted away, desperately seeking refuge in the anonymity of the cafeteria. His cheeks flushed crimson, betraying the embarrassment he felt at being discovered in his vulnerable state. He feared that he had crossed a line, that his adoration had become too evident, and he wished he could retreat into the safety of his thoughts.

Bakugou knows the whispered rumors and jokes about his demeanor and his ‘arrogant’ attitude at being the best. “I know I’m the best why not brag about it?” Oh, but if his enemies could see him now. Looking away like some shy worthless extra, he didn’t like feeling the sense of exposure or embarrassment. Which is why this was so embarrassing he didn’t know how to deal with it. Being caught staring at your crush is something he didn’t expect could happen in his life.

But as he cautiously glanced back in your direction, a smile tugged at the corners of your lips. It was a gentle, understanding smile, one that spoke volumes without uttering a single word. In that simple gesture, he found solace and a flicker of hope. Perhaps, just perhaps, his unspoken feelings had not gone unnoticed. With renewed courage, he resolved to face his emotions head-on, to be honest with himself and with you. It was a small step, but an important one.

From that moment forward, he vowed to muster the bravery to share his heart, for he understood that life was too short for regrets and unspoken desires. And who knows? Maybe, just maybe, their paths would converge, and his crush would become more than just a distant dream. So with this newfound courage and determination, he stood up from his table, threw out his food and made hesitate yet confident steps towards your table’s direction.

He stood there as Midoriya gave his greeting and offered lunch, the others continued their conversation. But Bakugou wasn’t here for pleasant greetings with Deku, he cleared his throat and directed his attention to you.

“Welcome to U.A High….y/n”

“Oh that’s right! Kacchan, you never got to meet y/n. But it’s been 2 months since her arrival, oh I’m not saying you’re not ‘new’ anymore y/n! Of courses there’s still a lot of things you haven’t seen yet and–”

Bakugou tuned out his friend babbling like a nervous idiot but he too felt like an idiot. Though he stood there with a stoic expression his thoughts were the opposite.

Welcome? Welcome? She’s been here for two months why the hell would I welcome her now? Why couldn’t I say anything different? Anything would’ve been better! For fucks sake, I’m not some idiot that can’t put words together damnit now she thinks I’m an idiot. Say something please so I don’t die of embarrassment.

“Thanks Bakugou, I hope we get to train together sometime.”

Fuck I think I’m in love…