Would you still be willing to write the sequel of the Time Traveler’s Boyfriend showcasing future Katsuki’s POV? I just finished the fanfic on Ao3 today and I was left literally going through all of the emotions; sobbing, laughing, giddily smiling and everything in between. I would love to read more of Bakugo and Reader’s beautiful and heartwarming future relationship. After all, they both deserve happiness after everything they’ve been through. 🥹
I’m glad you enjoyed it. The whole process was a rollercoaster for me and one of my biggest worries was I was going to mess up all the different emotions and how they effected the story and characters. So the fact you felt all that makes me stupidly happy because it means I didn’t mess up. So, thank you for sharing that.
In regards to a follow up I am more then willing, in fact I have an outline done and everything. The problem I seem to having is that I am getting distracted by a bajillion other ideas and because I’ve technically already told this story once it kind of gets moved to the bottom of my list. I do want to explore it though, see how all this affects Katsuki’s and reader-chains relationship in the future because we all know it’s going to and maybe not in a good way to start with.
Maybe one day I’ll finish it but till then here’s a little something something just for you.
Katsuki clenched his jaw, his patience quickly disappearing as Izuku carried to prattle on about everything other then what he had asked him. “Shut it nerd,” Katsuki finally snapped, the line going silent instantly. “Erm sorry Kacc…” Katsuki’s quick to cut Izuku off before he can start rambling again. “Just, is Y/N still there or not?” Silence is the only answer he gets, the damned nothingness stretching on a beat to long to be comfortable and that feeling of dread ye had been feeling since the fight yesterday cam back tenfold, making his stomach twist painfully. “She left hours ago,” Izuku finally said and Katsuki swears his heart stopped. Just for a second.
“Kacchan, what’s wrong? Do you need me to put an alert out?” Katsuki barely hears Izuku on the other end of the line, the faint sound of papers shuffling and an office door being thrown open. His mind is already elsewhere, eyes darting around the apartment for any signs of a struggle. There’s nothing though, everything where it had been that morning when he had left for the agency. The only thing out of the ordinary had been that the apartment door had been unlocked, the security alarm disabled using your code. You had been there, had to of been but then it was like you had disappeared in the blink of eye. Gone before you could even take those stupid Ground Zero high tops off that you were so opposed with.
Something clicks in Katsuki’s head then, remembering what you had been wearing when he had last seen you. Leaning against his office door you had looked so sure of yourself, practically a walking advert for him with one of his tank tops from his hero uniform and those stupid Ground Zero high tops, the black jeans doing nothing to break up the hero merch heavy outfit. He should have realised then what was about to happen but he had seen you in that same outfit so many times over the last year that he had grown careless, not forgetting what was coming but forgetting what signs he was supposed to be looking out for. How could he have been so stupid? Of course it would be now, when he was at his happiest, that everything would go to shit.
As if in cue there came a loud pop from behind him, like a bubble being burst. Katsuki swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat, his grip tightening momentarily on his phone. “Gotta go,” Katsuki mumbled, hanging up on Izuku’s worried demands to know what was happening. He let the phone fall forgotten to the couch, his eyes fixed on the dark screen of the television in front of him. Katsuki could just about make you out, stood in the middle of the living room and your hands pressed over your mouth. Exactly as you had been the first time you had left him, confused and alone in his apartment and thinking he was going crazy. He wasn’t ready for this, didn’t think he ever would be because now that it had he knew he was on a timer, the clock counting down till he would be left bloody and clutching desperately at your dying body.
Katsuki screwed his eyes shut, turning his head to the side and trying push back the images that flooded his mind. The ones that still kept him up at night sometimes and left him clutching at you like you would disappear if he let go. Katsuki sucked in a deep breath, letting it out slowly in an attempt to keep his mounting panic at bay. He had known this day would come, had spent hours with his therapist and Eijiro going over how best to handle it but talking hadn’t really prepared him for the reality of it. You had barely given anything away before, making sure to keep information about now as scarce as possible. He had no clue what he had told you but clearly it hadn’t been everything, the version of him who had already been through this keeping things to himself for reasons Katsuki didn’t know. Had it been for your safety? For his? Maybe it had just been because he hadn’t done it before so he had done the same. What if he did tell you everything, what would happen then? Maybe if he was honest with you from the start then past him wouldn’t have to go through thinking you had died in his arms. Maybe then Katsuki wouldn’t be haunted by it every time he hears you had been hurt.
“Katsuki.” He flinched at the small and confused call of his name, his eyes squeezing closed even tighter. He doesn’t want to do this but he knows he has to, that it’s his responsibility as the one who had already been through this to explain things and answer the questions you would undoubtedly have. Straightening his back and squaring his shoulders Katsuki took one last deep breath, reminding himself that he had already done this once before so he could damned we’ll do it again. Finally, feeling some semblance of capable, Katsuki turned to look at you and regretted the moment he laid eyes on you.
Warnings: odd swear word ~ heavily implied sex ~ established relationship
Inspired by this
Shoto smoothed out the crease in his shirt as he turned slightly, getting a better look at himself in the full length mirror. It wasn’t his normal choice of outfit but Katsuki had insisted that he needed something more appropriate for meeting his parents than his normal leggings and an oversized sweatshirt. So for tonight Shoto was in a charcoal grey role neck that he had tucked into loose fitting black slacks, a pair of smart black shoes poking out from the hem and a matching belt keeping his trousers pulled in at the waist. The muted colours made the red and white of his hair stand out more, made his blue eye pop according to Katsuki and though he would much rather be in his usual comfortable cloths Shoto could admit that he looked rather good if not a little unusual.
Sighing Shoto decided he looked as good as he was going to and that he probably couldn’t put off the inevitable any longer. With one final look in the mirror and a final tweak of his hair Shoto turned and headed for the door, pulling it closed behind him as he slipped out into the living room. His shoes clipped against the wood as he made his way across the living room and towards the kitchen, intent on getting himself a glass of water in the hopes to calm his nerves about meeting Katsuki’s parents. He glanced up briefly as he went, his eyes instantly going to Katsuki who was sprawled across the sofa, eyes firmly fixed on his phone as his thumbs moved rapidly across the screen.
He looked good but that wasn’t anything new. Katsuki always looked good. His button up shirt was a deep red, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and the top couple of buttons left open to show off his collar bone and the two silver chains that hung around his neck. Katsuki wasn’t normally one for jewellery but tonight he had seemed to disregard that and gone all out, his fingers ladened with silver rings and a series of silver and leather bracelets on his wrist. Paired with his black nail varnish, eyeliner and smart black slacks he looked liked he had just stepped out of the pages of one of his parents fashion magazines. The only thing that was missing were a few earrings but Katsuki had been adamant about not getting them when Shoto had brought it up. Something about getting in the way when he was on duty and Shoto had been forced to shelve that particular idea. At least for a little while anyway.
Sighing Shoto turned back to the kitchen, busying himself with getting his glass of water. It wasn’t that he was nervous about meeting Katsuki’s parents, more like he was nervous about them meeting him. Shoto’s lack of social skills were well documented and though he knew this was an important step in his and Katsuki’s relationship he didn’t really feel the normal panic and nervousness that everyone else seemed to in this kind of situation. Shoto was, well he was Shoto and nothing was going to change that and that meant he was approaching this with the same aloof detachment he often felt when meeting new people. They would like him or they wouldn’t. Simple as that and he didn’t think their opinion would change how Katsuki felt about him.
That being said though Shoto also knew that sometimes he could be a little too much, his demeanour often making people uncomfortable in the worse possible way. Especially when he didn’t understand something or missed common social cues. He had a habit of saying the wrong thing or even reacting the wrong way when he had misunderstood or completely missed a nonverbal cue. The last thing he wanted to do was make Katsuki’s parents uncomfortable or offend them but at this point in his life it seemed like something he was doomed to do when meeting people for the first time. At least Katsuki would be there to help smooth the way when he inevitably put his foot in it.
“Oi, half ‘n’ half.” Shoto twisted slightly so he could look over his shoulder at Katsuki. He had turned slightly so he could look over the back of the sofa, his arm slung over the back and causing the material of his shirt to pull tight across his bicep. It was distracting in the best of ways, Shoto to busy imagining the muscles beneath that he almost missed what Katsuki said next. “Come here.” Shoto sighed at Katsuki’s demand but he still complied, finishing his glass of water and rinsing the glass out before making his way towards the sofa. “Yes Katsuki?” Shoto asked when he came to a stop in front of the other man, so used to Katsuki blunt demands by now that he didn’t even bother to chastise him for it any more. It was just how Katsuki was and Shoto had accepted that long-a-go.
Katsuki shifted back round so he was looking at Shoto but kept his arm resting on the back of the sofa. He looked the perfect image of controlled confidence, his legs spread wide and making it awfully hard for Shoto to keep his eyes on Katsuki’s own. “Are you sure about that?” Katsuki grunted, gesturing vaguely towards Shoto, the action seeming to encompass all of him. Frowning, Shoto looked down at himself. He couldn’t see anything wrong with what he was wearing. Everything was done up correctly and there were no stains or anything that could cause the blonde to question him. A quick feel at his collar confirmed that the neck was rolled down correctly and he hadn’t put the top on backwards. Confused about what Katsuki was referring to Shoto tipped his head to the side slightly, his frown growing as he spoke. “Sure about what?”
“Your outfit, it’s just-“ Katsuki scrunched up his face in disgust, gesturing once more to Shoto like that was answer enough, “-ugh.” Shoto’s eyes widened slightly at Katsuki’s obvious dislike for the outfit. Yes it was different to what he would normally wear but that had been the point, Katsuki purposely picking it out to make Shoto look like he was making an effort. Not that he wouldn’t have without the blonde’s interface, just he probably would have just picked out skinny jeans and an oversized cardigan over a plain t-shirt. He couldn’t help it, he liked to be comfortable and a big sweater or cardigan that he could sink into was very comfortable.
“You picked these out for me,” Shoto pointed out, like maybe Katsuki had forgotten that in the twenty minutes between the blonde picking the clothes out and Shoto exiting the bedroom. “I know that dumbass,” Katsuki scoffed, rolling his eyes at Shoto like he had said something stupid. Well, he didn’t think it was a stupid thing to point out considering that Katsuki had somehow gone from liking his choice to hating them enough to actually say something about it. “I just thought they would look better.” Katsuki shrugged half heartedly and Shoto felt something in him crack a little.
“Oh,” he said quietly, letting his head tip forward slightly so he could look at the floor. Did he really look that bad dressed like that? Yes it was different and Shoto wasn’t wholly comfortable in what he was wearing but he had thought he looked rather good in the muted colours. The top was tight enough to highlight his muscles but not to tight to make it glaringly obvious what he was hiding under the grey cashmere blend and the belt gave the illusion of him having a small waist, the lose material of his slacks giving him an almost hourglass figure. Katsuki had said that he thought Shoto would look hot with it on but clearly he had been wrong.
Katsuki groaned in frustration loudly, Shoto practically able to hear him rolling his eyes. “Not you idiot, you look fine. More than fine,” Katsuki said mater-of-factly. “It’s just those clothes,” he huffed, Shoto just catching the glint of his rings as Katsuki gestured towards him again. “I think you should take them off.” Shoto’s head snapped up at that, looking at Katsuki like he had gone mad. For his part Katsuki stared back expectantly, a smug smirk just starting to curl at the corner of his lips. No matter what issues Katsuki had with his outfit choices in the past he had never demanded Shoto change, insisting he didn’t have the time or the patience to be dealing with it and the fact that he was asking him to do so now was suspicious at the very least.
“Ok,“ Shoto dragged out slightly, eyeing Katsuki like he was expecting the blonde to suddenly attack him or something. “What should I change into?” Katsuki huffed in amusement as he sank back into the sofa, his legs spreading just a little further apart as he lifted his other arm onto the back of the sofa. “Who said anything about changing, I just said you should take them off,” he smirked.
Shoto blinked dumbly at the other man and the sudden deep and rumbling tone of his voice. He didn’t understand what Katsuki meant. If he took his clothes off and then didn’t put anything else on he would be left as naked as the day he was born. That was not the way he wanted to be introduced to Katsuki’s parents and he highly doubted that anyone else other that Katsuki would appreciate seeing him like that so why he would even suggest it was beyond him.
Katsuki raised an eyebrow, his tongue darting out to drag across his teeth as he gave Shoto a slow once over. It had heat prickling at his skin, that familiar warmth pooling in his gut as a sharp zing of arousal shot down his spine.
Oh.
OH!
So that was what Katsuki was after.
“Now?” Shoto blurted as his mind raced to catch up to what he had just realised was going on. “But don’t we have to…” Katsuki cut off whatever half formed excuse Shoto had been about to give with a low and threatening growl. “Who gives a shit is we’re late for some shitty dinner,” Katsuki snapped, his smirk slipping into a glair that had Shoto biting back any comment he might have said about Katsuki’s parents minding. He looked angry, his black nails digging into the fabric of the sofa and his whole body tense. Shoto would be a liar if he said this whole look wasn’t doing something for him but was now really the time? They had dinner reservations for an hours time and it would take at least twenty minutes to get there from the apartment. Katsuki was anything but quick even when he was trying to be and Shoto really didn’t want his parents first impression of him to be tardiness.
“Now,” Katsuki started, the anger softening slight though his voice remained stern and confident. “Are you going to do what you’re told like a good boy or are you going to be a brat about it?” Shoto sucked in a sharp breath, his throat suddenly feeling dry and fingers tingling in anticipation. He didn’t want to start off on a bad impression but he had never been able to say no to Katsuki when he got like this and now wasn’t the day that was going to change. Sighing in defeat Shoto tugged at his top, pulling it out from his slacks before he pulled it over his head and let it drop forgotten and unwanted to the floor.
Katsuki was smirking again, those intense red eyes practically burning a trail across Shoto’s now naked chest. “That’s what I thought,” Katsuki gloated. “Now come here and show me just how much of a good boy you are.” Shoto didn’t even hesitate, taking the few short steps towards Katsuki and climbing up onto the sofa to straddle him. Katsuki sank a hand into the loose strands of Shoto’s hair. His rings snagging and pulling slightly. Shoto hissed slightly, tipping his head back to ease the sting but never asking Katsuki to stop. “The things I’m going to do to you princess,” Katsuki mumbled, the dark promise pulling a moan from between Shoto’s parted lips. “Please…” he started breathlessly but whatever he had been about to ask for was swallowed up by Katsuki’s lips pressing hard and demanding against his, his tongue slipping between Shoto’s already parted lips. Shoto sank into it with a moan, his own arms wrapping around Katsuki’s neck and fingers twisting into the short blonde stands at the nape of his neck.
Needless to say they were very late to meeting Katsuki’s parents but Shoto was too blissed out to really care, or to notice the rather large hicky Katsuki had left on the underside of his jaw.
Warnings: memory loss ~ a couple of swear words ~ sad Bakugou ~ vague reference to sex ~ aged up characters
You and Katsuki had been together for just over a year when he gets the call.
They tell him it had been a quirk accident, a villain losing control when faced with capture. You had been on your way back to your agency, your shift long since over and already running late to meet Katsuki when you had come across a bank robbery in progress. It hadn’t mattered that you should have been back home an hour ago, or that you had plans with the blonde. You were still in uniform, a hero through and through, so you had gone after the robbers, confident that you would succeed and be on your way again quickly.
You had always been a little overconfident though, so sure of yourself and the other heroes you surrounded yourself with. It’s one of the reason Katsuki had even spoken to you in the first place, annoyed when you had shrugged off your teams concerns when discussing a raid on a drug smugglers base of operations. It had pissed him off enough that Katsuki had stayed behind to yell at you, convince you would be a reckless liability. You had proven him wrong though, your confidence well earned and resulting in a dozen criminals in custody. He had been impressed though still angry about your blatant disregard for your own safety, but it wasn’t like you were the first hero like that and he doubted you would be the last.
Somewhen after that things had changed, Katsuki had actually started noticing you, had actually gone out of his way to talk to you and listen to what you were saying. It wasn’t long after that the two of you had fallen into bed together, a late-night patrol ending in a collision of desires and needs that Katsuki wasn’t used to.
That’s all it had been for a while, a couple of months of stress relief and an exercise of a different kind but the more time you spent together the more Katsuki had realised that it wasn’t enough. He wasn’t one to beat around the bush, to waist time that could be spent doing better and more important things. So, he had been upfront and told you exactly what he had wanted. It had shocked everyone when not even five months into knowing each other you had gone public with your relationship, neither you nor Katsuki wanting to give anyone the impression of what was yours was still available.
The two of you had continued at that speed, already moving in together barely six months after you had started dating. Not even hair for brains and raccoon eyes were living together yet and they had been being disgustingly lovey dovey with each other since their second year at U.A. There had been some concerns that you were moving to fast, both of your friends worried that you relationship would burn out and that the fallout that followed would be explosive and not just because of Katsuki’s quirk. Neither of you had seen it like that though, knowing you wanted to be together. You worked well together and the fact that things could go wrong didn’t change that. Yours was no different to any other relationship and neither of you had seen the point in worrying about something that may never happen. So, the two of you had continued forward, happy with your lives.
Things had been pretty good for the most part, sure you had the odd little argument but it was never about anything catastrophic and was normal resolved in a day or two, the guilty party apologising after having either coming to their senses or having someone else tell them they were wrong. Katsuki wasn’t really the best at saying sorry, but neither were you so at least you both knew how difficult it had been for the other. You got on well though, both of you relatively clean and tidy people with few little decretive items that were just pointless clutter in the home. You like the same kind of food, had the same sense of humour and the sex was all kinds of amazing, so it wasn’t like either of you had a reason to complain.
Katsuki was certain he loved you. So certain that he was done with this dating bullshit and planning on taking things to the next level. It’s what he’s planning on doing the night he gets the call, the entire rooftop bar of a swanky hotel blocked off just for the two of you. The rings burning a hole in his pocket, the couple of waiters that had been assigned to them making Katsuki feel on edge from the way they were just stood there staring at him as they whispered amongst themselves. Katsuki knows how it is though, had lost count of the number of dates he had been late to because his shift had run over, never one to leave a job half done just because he had done his assigned hours for that day.
So he waits, glaring at the chilling bottle of champagne and trying not to feel worried as the minutes ticked by but once an hours passed and his well on his way towards having been sat there like some pathetic loser for two hours Katsuki comes to the conclusion that somethings gone wrong.
He’s already got his phone out, your agencies contact information up when his phone starts ringing, a worried sound Ochaco on the other end of the line. He listens long enough to find out what hospital you are at before hanging up and jumping over the side of the building, his palms crackling with explosions as he propels himself through the night sky. He tries not to think about what happened, tries not to imagine the worst case scenarios but it’s difficult not to, Katsuki berating himself for not having asked Ochaco what was wrong. By the time he makes it to the hospital he’s a snarling angry mess, the sleeves of his shirt singed and smouldering, his hair a windswept mess and his tie pulled loose. He looks like he’s ready to murder someone and when he stormed through the buildings doors, shouting your name at the receptionist they are quick to point him in the right direction, everyone moving out of his way as he stomped his ways through the halls.
He finds Ochaco outside your room, can see you sat on the bed and talking to a doctor through the glass behind her. You look fine, still in your hero costumes and smiling like Katsuki hadn’t damned near had a heart attack on his way over. He wants to go in there and start yelling at you for worrying him so much and he would have if cheeks hadn’t grabbed hold of his arm, stopping him from getting any closer to your door. It’s then that he really looks at her, see’s the worry in her eyes and the unshed tears clinging to her lashes. She looks like she’s about to tell a civilian that their loved one didn’t make it, sad and pitiful eyes swimming with remorse. Katsuki hates it, his chest clenching and stomach churning with unease. He looks back at you, still smiling at the doctor as you talk to him, waving your arms around and gesturing with your hands. You look so calm, so at ease, like nothing in the world was wrong and something about that seemed off to Katsuki. It took him a minute or two to realise why.
Every hero who had been in the job for longer than a couple of years got this look in their eyes. One the screamed of everything they had seen and done. It was unescapable. This job took its toll on people, and it didn’t matter if you tried to hide it behind smiles or anger, it was always there. Plain as day for anyone to see if they bothered looking close enough. It was more obvious on some people, especially in those that had survived the war or those that had lived through the ordeal that was not saving someone. That was what was missing, that haunted look of loss and guilt that almost every hero carried around with them. You had had it since Katsuki first met you and though it had mellowed slightly it was still with you, would be for the rest of your life. Or so he had thought.
You had been running from that guilt when Katsuki had first met you. The pain of loss and guilt of failure still fresh and all consuming. It’s strange, seeing your eyes so bright and full of wonder. You look like a newbie, a fresh faced sidekick just out of school who has yet to experience what being a true hero cost. That feeling of unease creeps back up, settling in Katsuki’s stomach like lead and making his hands twitch with the need to do something, anything to make it go away.
Ochaco is vague when he asks her what happened. Katsuki’s leant against the wall opposite your room, eyes still stuck on you and cataloguing every little thing about you like it was going to suddenly be obvious what had happened. She doesn’t know much, had just been passing when she had come across your fight with some lowlife looking for a quick score. His hands had been glowing and despite avoiding them you had managed to corner the fucker, just seconds away from getting cuffs on him. Ochaco had seen it, the panic in his eyes and she had tried to warn you, but she had been too late, a bright white light bursting from his hands and sending you flying. You hadn’t been the only one affected, a handful of civilians caught in the explosion of light but because of how you had reacted when you woke up it had been decided to move you to a private room, away from any other patients.
Katsuki had asked her what the quirk you had been hit with was, how could he not have but all he had gotten in response was silence. He looks away from you then, eyes narrowed as he stares at Ochaco expectantly. She’s the one not looking at him now, eyes firmly fixed on the floor like somehow that was going to stop Katsuki from pushing. She knows something, something that she isn’t telling him, and he isn’t about to let her get away with it. Ochaco tenses when he advances on her, hands clenched into fists at his side and growling out his demand for her to tell him what the hell was going on. She looks up at him then, with those big watery eyes full of pity and fear. Fear of what Katsuki isn’t sure because Ochaco stopped being scared of him and his angry outburst a long time ago. Her eyes dart to your door, her teeth sinking into her plump bottom lip.
Katsuki feels like he’s on the edge of snapping, his anger and worry threatening to boil over but before he can start yelling at the other hero the door to your room opens and Katsuki instantly forgets whatever threat he was about to make. He snaps his head to the side so quickly that something clicks but he pays the sharp ache no attention as his wide and frantic eyes searches you out. He’s disappointed when it’s just the doctor, Katsuki only just getting a glimpse of you over their should as the doors pulled closed. You’re staring right back at him, brows drawn down in a confused frown that lacks the normal warmth and fondness you normally look at him with.
The doctor is quick to usher them further down the hall before Katsuki can start demanding things or shouldering his way into your room. They don’t make it that far, Katsuki coming to an abrupt stop before they make it into the designated waiting area and demanding he be told just what the hell had happened. The doctor tries to get Katsuki to sit down, to at least go into the empty room for some privacy but Katsuki refuses, demanding once more that he be told there and then what the hell was going on.
The doctor adjusts their glasses and then manages to ruin Katsuki’s life in a few short and devastating sentences.
The villains quirk was called memory eraser, the scumbag able to erase people short term memory with just a touch of his hands. You had managed to avoid that though, keeping clear of his hands but when it had become obvious that you were winning, the petty criminal had panicked and used his ultimate attack, sending his quirk out in a wide circle around him. Those at the edges of his attack had lost just minutes of time, no longer able to recall that they had even been hit with a quirk but the closer to the villain people had been the more time they had lost, and you had been closer than anyone. Katsuki’s voice was shaking when he asked how much you were missing, that feeling of dread back tenfold and threatening to choke him.
Two years. You had lost two years of your life just like that, just because some pathetic extra had wanted a quick escape. It wasn’t as bad as it could have been, Katsuki knows that, but two years was long enough for Katsuki’s world to fall apart. Because two years was the difference between Katsuki being ready to ask you to marry him and him meaning absolutely nothing to you.
The doctor carried on talking, Katsuki only half listening as they went on to explain that those who had only lost a few minutes had already gotten those missing moments back and those who had lost slightly more were already starting to remember things though slowly so the likely hood was that yours would come back to you as well. They just didn’t know how long that would take. Katsuki holds on to that, tries to work out from what little information he has how long it will take to get you back but there’s just so much he doesn’t know and until those that had been closer to you begin to remember then Katsuki would have no choice but to wait.
Katsuki stopped listening when Ochaco started asking questions about the civilians that had been affected, his eyes fixed on the door the doctor had come through. There was always a risk as heroes, one that meant that Katsuki could lose you at any moment due to a fight that had gone south, or a sacrifice made to save countless others. Katsuki knew that and had excepted it though he hoped that neither of you would ever have to experience that loss. This though. This was just cruel. To have you healthy and whole but to still lose you all the same.
The truth of the matter was that you didn’t know him any more and he didn’t know you either, well not this version of you anyway. You were just as much a stranger to him as he was to you. Katsuki couldn’t stop himself from wondering how different you were now to how you had been just this morning. Would you still like his cooking, the way he made your coffee in the morning? Would you still sing along to those god awful songs Present Mic played on his radio show, or even laugh as loudly at Katsuki’s quite frankly rubbish jokes?
Katsuki wasn’t an idiot, he knew you couldn’t have changed that much in two years but there was that worry, that feeling in the back of his mind that you would take one look at him and turn tail and run. That past you, the you that you had been two years ago before you had come here wouldn’t want Katsuki. He had never dealt well with rejection and the thought of you, the person he loved most in the world deciding that he wasn’t worth the effort had Katsuki simultaneously wanting to scream and blow something up or curl up into a ball and wallow in his pain. It’s stupid but you have always invoked an emotional response in Katsuki that he’s never been wholly comfortable with admitting and this doesn’t change that.
He’s pulled out of his spiralling thoughts by Ochaco, the other hero telling the doctor that they were going to put you up in some hotel until everything was back to normal. Katsuki cuts her off before she can even finish talking with a growled out no. Your aren’t going to some shitty hotel when you have a perfectly good apartment to go to. She looked worried at that, trying to tell Katsuki how it could all go wrong for both him and you but he’s not in the right frame of mind to listen and thankfully the doctor shuts her up before Katsuki can start shouting at her, using the antigravity hero as an outlet for all his anger and worry. The doctor surprisingly agrees with Katsuki, saying that it might help your memories come back to you quicker if you were in a familiar environment. Though that was only speculation at this point Katsuki was willing to cling onto that possibility with both hands like a man possessed.
She leaves quickly after that, still obviously concerned about you going home with Katsuki and insisting that he call her if he needed anything. Katsuki brushes her off, slightly offended by her concerns like Katsuki was going to pounce on you the moment he got you alone. When she’s gone the doctor takes all of five minutes to run through with Katsuki what exactly he should be looking out for and what to do if or when you start to get your memories back. The doctor doesn’t show the same level as concern as Ochaco did, but they do stress the fact that to you Katsuki is just some random guy, and you don’t share the level of familiarity with Katsuki as he does with you.
Through gritted teeth Katsuki once again stresses that he knows that. He knows you’re not his version of you and that everything is different now but that doesn’t change the fact that you’re still something important to him. He’s not about to leave you homeless for however long this shitty quirk lasts and if things do go south like everyone seems to think they will then Katsuki will be the one to leave. He knows Eijiro will let him crash at his place and if worse comes to worse Katsuki could always sleep at the agency. It wouldn’t be ideal, but Katsuki was more than willing to deal with coffee that tasted like dirt water and a bed that was probably comfy thirty years ago if it was for your sake.
When Katsuki is finally allowed into your room it takes all his effort not to shove the doctor out of the way and check you over himself. Instead, he hovers awkwardly by the door, his hands shoved into the pockets of his trousers and fingers curled around the ring box that had miraculously managed to stay there in his haste to get to you. He uses it to ground himself, his mind already starting to spiral as you look at him with confusion and suspicion. He stares back, refusing to back down just like always. He waits, hoping that he will see a spark of recognition in your eyes that would mean this nightmare was already over before it even began.
That doesn’t happen though and the longer you look at him like that the worse Katsuki feels. It cuts through him sharper than any blade, his chest aching with it to the point he even lifts his hand to rub over his heart, in a vain attempt to dull the ache. It doesn’t help that you don’t stop staring at him, not even when the doctor starts exploring to you who exactly Katsuki is and why you would be going home with him. Your eyes widen at that, your surprise evident though you are quick to go back to looking at him with a bored indifference.
Katsuki wants to believe your reaction is a good thing, that you are happily surprised by finding out you had managed to bag someone as amazing as him. He’s not that delusional though. He knows that it’s because you were dating at all let alone being so deep into a relationship that you were living with someone. You're not impressed by him, probably don’t even care as the doctor sprouts a whole bunch of rubbish about Katsuki’s heroic deeds throughout the years. Katsuki wants to vomit.
It’s you sat on that bed. It’s you staring back at him, that same face he’s woken up next to almost every day for the last six months but now it’s all wrong. There’s a stranger looking back at him, your eyes cold and calculating when they had been warm and loving just a few hours ago. You're looking at him like you’re trying to pick him apart, strip him down to his basic components and work out why he had become something to you. He hates it, leaves him feeling uncomfortable and exposed in a way that has his skin prickly and heart pounding painfully against his ribs.
Katsuki’s not proud of what he does next, but he can feel himself beginning to panic and the last thing he wants is anyone to whiteness that. So he runs, barely even taking the time to grunt out some pathetic excuse as he stumbles through the door, slamming it closed behind him. He doesn’t stop until he’s halfway out the hospital, following the twists and turned of the corridors without paying any real attention to where he’s going. All he knows is that he couldn’t be there anymore, couldn’t stand to spend a second more under your judgmental gaze. Not when it was coming from you.
He spends a few minutes pacing, hands tugging at his messed-up spikes and muttering to himself a as he ignores the few hospital staff who had been stupid enough to walk down the same small bit of corridor, he come to a stop in. He feels pathetic and useless, running away from his problems like he’s some dumb kid with no self-respect or dignity. Hell of a first impression that was. God, you must be laughing at him, convinced the doctor was joking when he said you and Katsuki were a thing because why the hell would someone like you ever want his pathetic and useless ass.
Katsuki cried out in frustration, dropping down into a crouch against the wall as he curled in on himself in an attempt to make himself as small as he felt. He didn’t know what he was going to do. He had played it all up, talking big about how he would be ok, and he would be able to step up and take responsibility but all it had taken was one look from you, one look filled with distance and coldness and Katsuki had fallen apart quicker than paper in water. He wanted to be there for you, wanted to prove how much he cared not only to all those pointless extras but to you as well, but he didn’t know how he was going to make it through however long this quirk lasted with you looking at him like he was nothing to you.
It felt like his world was falling apart. Like he was being forced back into a time before he had even known you had existed. He was ready to ask you to marry him, to start talking about your future together and hell, he was even ready to start talking about having brats of your own. Tonight was supposed to be the first step towards that and towards making sure all those stupid extras knew that you were both serious about your relationship despite how long you had been together but now he was back at the start, no, he was further back than that. You didn’t even know who he was and him running away like a scared cat was now your first impression of him.
Fuck. He really was a pathetic mess.
The sound of someone clearing their throat cut through Katsuki’s spiralling thoughts, his head snapped up at the sudden noise. He had been so far into his own head that he hadn’t heard anyone approaching and yet there you stood, hand outstretched towards him and looking as awkward as he had felt first stepping into your room. Like the idiot he is Katsuki sits there for a long few moments, his wide eyes darting between your offered hand and your face. Something had changed. Before, in your room your eyes had been distant, cold even but now they seemed to be filled with something gentler, something close to understand and curiosity. It still wasn’t the same as how your normally looked at him, but it was an improvement on before and it seemingly was enough to have the small slither of hope swelling back into something tangible once more.
Grunting Katsuki took your hand, letting you pull him to his feet. You didn’t move back, the two of you ending up close enough that Katsuki could feel your breath on his neck. It was close, intimate and was too much like everything he had lost for Katsuki to feel comfortable. Clearing his throat Katsuki dropped your hand and took a step back, his eyes nervously darting around the corridor, so he didn’t have to look at you. Not directly at least.
Once again, he doesn’t know what to do and he can feel the tension grown between you as neither of you make a move to fill the silence. What is wrong with him? Katsuki doesn’t do awkward silences or pussy footing around. No, he’s loud and brash and he doesn’t care what other people think of him. His brash attitude hadn’t been an issue before, Katsuki convinced you had taken some sort of pleasure riling him up at the beginning. So what if you weren’t the person he had woken up to this morning. He knows that you love him and he hasn’t changed all that much since meeting you so realistically the chance of you not at least liking him are slim to none. He needs to step up here, needs show you why the hell you picked him when you hadn’t even been looking for anything thing even remotely romantic in the first place.
Mind made up and feeling more determined than ever Katsuki squared his shoulders and finally looked back you. You’re smiling softly, one eyebrow raised slightly and your eyes glowing with amusement and challenge. It’s familiar but in a good way and Katsuki can’t help but smirk back at you. He jerks his head back down the corridor, telling you to hurry up as he starts to make his way out of the hospital and towards the nearest train station. He catches you rolling your eyes, but your small smile never wavers, so he keeps his grumbling to a minimum.
Katsuki’s not stupid, he knows that this is going to be difficult not just for him but you as well but it will be worth it because its you and Katsuki would go to the ends of the earth and endure unfathomable hardships if it meant at the end of it he could hold you again and call you his. So what if his plans had all gone out the window. This was just a setback, he would have his chance to marry you soon enough but until then he was going to prove that you had made the right choice with him and then when you had all your memories back he was going to spend an hour yelling at you for being so reckless before pulling you into his arms and refusing to let go for the rest of the day.
Katsuki knows that a lot can happen in two years, hell a lot can happen in just a few days and knowing you like he does Katsuki knows that the you here with him now isn’t the same one he had met a year ago that’s ok though because your still you and that’s all he’s ever wanted. Just you. However you will have him.
Thank you to @fluffyfluffytime for the amazing art for my Twos Company Threes A Crowd series. You are amazingly talented and I adore you. Thank you so much for this truly amazing gift.
What next?
Ok, so I’m struggling here. I have so many different things on the go and I can’t decide what one to stick so instead I’m just kind of bouncing between all of them and as a result getting nowhere on any of them. So I thought maybe you could help?
Please vote for which one you want to see next so I don’t have to make these choices myself because I can’t.
Love & War - the wars over Katsuki moves on
Katsuki Who - a year into your relationship and you lose your memories
An Imperfect Meeting - end to chance encounter
A Haunting By Katsuki Bakugou - he’s a ghost you are not
The Annoyance - Katsuki doesn’t like the new transfer hero until he does
A Chance Encounter - from Bakugou’s point of view
A Second Chance - Katsuki breaks your heart, he wants a chance to fix it
The Hero and the socialite- he’s just supposed to be a fling annoyingly he’s not
The Barbarian and The Prince- Katsuki saves Shoto from a dragon
Something else - my inbox is always open if you have any suggestions
Summary: Katsuki's been jealous of yours and the half 'n' half's relationship since the get go but seeing the two of you out together like it's some sort of date finally pushes him over the edge, his temper finally getting the better of him. It probably wasn't his best idea to show up at your place, screaming blue bloody murder and trying to break your door down, just like it wasn't a good idea to threaten your nosy next door neighbour but Katsuki was desperate, already falling apart before he had even seen that murderous look in your eyes. He couldn't lose you, not to that two tone bastard.
A/N at bottom of post
Katsuki’s fist collided with the door with two loud bangs in quick succession causing it to rattle in its frame. He was probably using too much force, his anger getting the better of him, but he couldn’t help it. He was pissed off and he had never been good at keeping his anger in check at the best of times.
When he had decided to come over Katsuki had had every intention of apologising to you, of making things right because he knew he had been wrong to act the way he had. He had even managed to calm down to go get you flowers, scrutinising ever bunch or roses and tulips until he found one that he deemed good enough to give you. He had it all planned out, how he was going to hand them over with an apology that didn’t sound half asked and an explanation to his outburst. It would have been perfect, would have had you smiling and inviting him in with that coy look in your eyes, but Katsuki had made the mistake of looking at his phone, originally wanting to check the time but instead being greeted with his news feed and the latest gossip headline.
The photos of you and Todoroki had been everywhere, appearing quickly amongst the trashy gossip sites and fan run blogs. Each and every one of them saying the same thing, unknowing of what it was doing to Katsuki. He had just stood there on the street, rooted to the spot and staring down at your bright smile and amused eyes that were completely focused on the other man. Katsuki knew the restaurant you were in, had been saving up for months to be able to take you for your birthday but just like always that bloody half ‘n’ half bastard had gotten there first, proving once more that Katsuki just wasn’t enough when it came to you.
The two of you looked good together, what with you both leaning across the table, heads in close and looking way to intimate for two people who were supposed to just be friends. Todoroki was smiling fondly at you, his mismatched eyes soft and full of affection as you whispered something to him. You looked like a happy and perfect couple; caught in the middle of a romantic and sweet moment that you had thought was private. You looked like everything everyone expected of you, like everything Katsuki would never be.
Everything had come crashing back down on him then. Doubt and fear, panic and anger. They had swirled around inside his head, drowning out anything else and suffocating him. He had been unable to do anything others than stand there, staring at the photo and watching as comment after comment flashed up, each one saying how cute you looked together, what a lovely couple the two of you would make and insisting that you and the bastard had to already be in a relationship considering how close you seemed. Katsuki hadn’t been able to move, his body and mind going numb. Stupid. He had been so bloody stupid to think he could ever be enough for you, to believe he would ever fit into to the world you lead. He was just some street rat; a college drop out with a bad attitude and a criminal record. He wouldn’t ever be able to give you the life you deserved. He just wasn’t good enough.
Katsuki’s mind stuck on that, repeating it again and again. He wasn’t good enough, never had been. Ever since he was a snowy nosed brat Katsuki had been told that he wasn’t good enough, that he had to do better, push himself harder and even when he did those things it was never enough, ending right back at being told he wasn’t good enough and needed to do better. He had been stupid to think that things with you would have been any different.
Someone had slammed into his should, jostling Katsuki’s grip on his phone and reminding him that he was still stood in the middle of the street. Slowly he blinked down at his phone, his frown deepening as he thought about everything that had led him too here. This wasn’t his fault; he wasn’t the one off getting all cosy with another guy for everyone to see, looking all happy and carefree when you had been claiming heartache not three hours ago.
Shoving his phone back into his pocket Katsuki had carried on to your apartment, his anger growing with every step. He was angry at bastard Todoroki for acting like he had the right to do those kinds of things with you when he knew damned well that you were with Katsuki. He was also angry with all those extras that thought they had the right to decide who you should be with simply because they though you looked good together and had seen you solaces all over the society pages. Of course, Katsuki was angry with you as well for being so oblivious to what was happening and what it was doing to him but most of all Katsuki was angry at himself for being so weak. For letting this get under his skin. For not being able to handle his emotions and potentially ruining a perfectly good part of his life because that was where this was heading if he couldn’t get himself under control. This was going to ruin everything between the two of you if you both carried on this way, but Katsuki felt helpless to stop it, too caught up in his anger to think clearly and rationally.
By the time he had made it to your apartment his anger had fully taken over, his rage and indignation bubbling under his skin and just waiting for an outlet. He hadn’t even realised he had dropped the bouquet of flowers he had gotten you, not until he was outside your door and slamming his fist as hard as he could against the wood, the bunch of yellow roses and white tulips nowhere to be seen. Wherever they were they were probably ruined, trodden down into nothing under the uncaring feet of the worthless extras. Whatever, he didn’t care. It ain’t like he as in the mood to be giving you gifts anyway. Not right now at least.
When he got no answer Katsuki growled, slamming his fist harder against the door. “Open the fucking door Y/N,” Katsuki yelled, “I know you're in there!” His voice echoed back at him, bouncing off the corridor walls and making his rude demand sound even louder than it had been. There was still no answer though and, in his frustration, Katsuki kicked the door, his heavy-duty boot leaving a black scuff along the once clean and pristine white paint. It looked out of place, just like he did in your fancy ass apartment building, dressed in his street clothes and looking like a mad man. He had always felt out of place though, like you were slumming it with him with your designer clothes and disposable income that was more than he earned in a year at both his shitty jobs combined. He guessed the rest of the world would think the same to if they ever saw the two of you together. Would probably think he was your latest charity case, helping the scum of society make something of himself in society because you were a bleeding heart like that.
Before he could really start taking his anger out on the door it was yanked open and Katsuki was greeted with your angry glair. You had changed since your little outing with that Todoroki bastard, now in leggings and an oversized sweatshirt that was half hanging off one of your shoulders. You looked soft, comfortable even, well except for the almost murderous intent in your eyes and the clenched fists at your side that suggested you wanted to hit him. Katsuki kind of wished you would hit him, at least then he would have some kind of idea of how to react, how he was supposed to handle this whole messed up situation because if there was one thing Katsuki knew how to do it was fight. This emotional shit that required him to talk about his feelings and communicate clearly, he wasn’t so good at.
“What?” you snapped when he didn’t say anything, crossing your arms over your chest and standing up straight like you were trying to make yourself look as big and imposing as you could. It would have been funny, cute even, if Katsuki wasn’t so blinded by his anger. Snarling, Katsuki stepped forward, getting as close as he could without stepping through the doorway. “Let me in.” His voice was low and demanding, more a growl then his normal deep timber. You didn’t move though, the door remaining only half open and your body blocking the way. Your scowl deepened, lifting your head up slightly in defiance and practically daring him to do something about it. “Move,” he demanded from between clenched teeth. He was being rude, he knew that, but he was too far gone, the fragile hold he had on his anger having shattered the moment he looked at his phone and seen those stupid pictures of you and that half ‘n’ half bastard acting like the latest ‘it’ couple.
“No.” It was a simple answer, said with such finality that Katsuki was a little surprised you hadn’t tried to shut the door in his face. He would deserve it, he knew that, but it didn’t stop him practically growling at you and flashing his teeth like some sort of wild dog. “Why the hell not?” Katsuki was spiralling, forgetting every technique his therapist had taught him to stop this from happening but the more you refused to let him in the worse it got, his mind racing with all the reasons why you wouldn’t let him into the apartment. To him it seemed so obvious why, that bastard Todoroki having sensed a weakness in your relationship and swooping in to take advantage of it before Katsuki even had the chance to fix what had gone wrong. Katsuki would kill him, wring his scrawny little neck and make sure he knew in no uncertain terms that you were his and that he better leave well enough alone if he wanted to stay breathing.
“Oh, I don’t know, maybe it’s because I didn’t want to be anywhere near you right now.” Your harsh words stung, and they really should have helped him to calm down but all they seemed to do was stoke the fire of his anger making him want to lash out. He wasn’t the one in the wrong here, you were what with your sneaking around and play happy bloody couple with another man. Katsuki had every right to be angry and your piss poor attitude wasn’t going to change that.
“Let. Me. In.” Katsuki leant right in until his face was hardly an inch away from yours, his fists clenched at his sides and the words forced out from behind clenched teeth. “No,” came that infuriating simple answer again and Katsuki finally snapped, unable to hold himself back any longer. Crying out in anger and frustration Katsuki slammed his fist into the wall next to your door, the plasterboard cracking under the impact. Vaguely he was aware that he was causing criminal damage, that he was going to get you in trouble with the landlord and that if he didn’t get himself and the situation under control, he could very well find himself back in a cell and out of a job and an apartment. He just didn’t care right then. With every second that he spent denied entry his suspicion grew, eating away at the last fragile stings holding him in check. “Fucking move,” he yelled. You barely even registered his loud and aggressive outburst, unmoving and uncaring as he snarled at you. Katsuki lifted his hand with every intention of shoving you out his way so he could go beat the shit out that stuck up bastard but before he could even so much as get his hand on the door there was the unmistakable click of a lock being open, a door creaking loudly in the now quiet hall. Katsuki’s head snapped to the side; his eyes narrowed as someone stepped out into the hallway.
Your neighbour was a creep in Katsuki’s opinion, with his perfectly flat hair and square glasses, his crisp white shirts buttoned all the way up and tucked into his perfectly pressed black slacks. He was always around, always watching and waiting and it just got under Katsuki’s skin. He would have called the cops ages ago if he actually thought they would do something but knowing his luck it would somehow get all twisted round and he would be the one that got arrested, needing you to come bail him out. “The fuck you lookin’ at four eyes?” Katsuki spat the words out, sneering at the darker haired man and hoping he would just grumble about Katsuki being rude and shuffle off like always. He could see you stiffen out the corner of his eye, your fingers curling around the door and eyes narrowing. “Bakugou,” you hissed, voice low and full of warning. Katsuki froze, his veins filling with ice, his next shitty comment getting stuck in his throat.
That name. That one fucking word shattering his heart yet again. The two of you had argued over the year or so you had known one another, it was unavoidable considering his personality and your stubbornness, but never had you been that mad at him to be so formal, so distant and it hurt to feel you pulling away from him like that. you hadn’t even called him that at the beginning when you had barely known one another. It had always been blondie on dynamite or even gremlin until the two you had gotten closer at it had become Katsuki. It felt wrong to hear you use his family name now but maybe it was a sign that he had fucked up so badly you wouldn’t take him back this time.
The guy pursed his lips, his dark eyes narrowing. “Is everything alright?” His sharp and calculated eyes flickered between the two of you, though he could probably barely even see you around Katsuki. It felt like he was being appraised, the man’s distain for Katsuki’s behaviour and ripped jeans evident in the way he looked down his nose at him. Snarling Katsuki clenched his jaw, his hands balling up into fists at his side as he straightened up. Where did this loser get off, implying that you were anything other than safe with Katsuki. Yeah, he was pissed and hurt and all kinds of fucking desperate, but he would never raise a hand to you, never. He may be from the wrong side of the city and have a bit of a reputation for being a bully, but he wasn’t the kind of scum that would do that, no matter what people thought.
Your laugh echoed down the hall, the sound clearly forced as you leant around Katsuki and waved the other man’s concern off. “Sorry Iida-sama, everything’s fine,” you smiled, all trace of your previous anger gone. He supposed that was a perk of having to be camera ready all the time, you had learnt how to hide what you were really feeling quicker than a flash of a camera shutter. The creep frowned, eyes darting between the two of you but apparently believing your obviously forced cheer and taking a small step back into his darkened doorway with a stiff nod towards you.
“Now fuck off creep,” Katsuki muttered as he turned back to you, ready to carry on where you had left off before you had been interrupted. You were glaring at him, brows furrowed, and jaw clenched in a way that he knew meant he was in trouble. He wanted to lean forward and smooth the lines out with his fingers, trace them across your brow and down your cheeks until his thumb pressed against the corner of your mouth. He wanted to touch you, but he wasn’t sure that you wouldn’t punch him if he tried. Katsuki deserved it and he wouldn’t stop you if you tried, taking the hit like he had been paid to do it.
“Should I call the police?” The question hung in the air, your eyes widening and mouth falling open like you were going to say something, but words seemed to fail you as genuine panic filled your eyes. That was fine. Katsuki had more then enough for the two of you. Pushing away from the door Katsuki turned to fully face the other man, his hands curled into fists and glaring daggers. “The fuck did you just say?” Katsuki hissed as he took a step towards the other man. He knew what he looked like in his leather jacket and ripped jeans, his nail varnish chipped and his piercings glinting in the bright fluorescent lights in the hall. The stupid extra had the good sense to look scared, taking a step back and pulling his door partially closed like it could protect him from Katsuki beating the shit out of him. He supposed that made him just as bad as the nosey bastard thought he was and maybe he was but at least Katsuki hadn’t done anything yet, hadn’t actually laid a hand on the man. Five years ago and it would be a different story but Katsuki had at least managed to get a handle on his anger to the extent he didn’t lash out so much anymore. Though that didn’t mean Katsuki was above scaring the shit out of someone.
A hand curled tight around Katsuki’s arm, delicate fingers digging into his muscles and keeping him from taking another step towards the idiot who was clearly looking to get his ass handed to him. “No thank you Iida-sama. Everything’s fine, promise,” you rushed out, laughing nervously as you pulled Katsuki away from the other man. Quickly you spun on your heels and shoved Katsuki back, your hands pressing down on his chest and forcing him towards your apartment. Katsuki stumbled, tripping over his feet as you shoved him through the open door. He had barely made it through before you slammed the door closed, the loud bang echoing through the silence.
The two of you just stood there, neither one of you saying anything as you both tried to process what had just happened. Katsuki was lucky really, things could have gone so much worse and there was always the possibility that four eyed creep would still call the cops, wanting to press charges because Katsuki had threatened him. He would be screwed then, though he didn’t doubt that you would probably smooth things over, getting the weirdo to droop the charges as quickly as he had pressed them. Katsuki didn’t think he would ever be able to look at you again if that happened. Not that you could even look at him now anyway.
You had your back to him, head hanging forward and hands clenched at your sides. You were tense, the anger visible in every taunt line of muscle in your back and shoulders. Katsuki was angry to, his veins filled with it and making his body burn. He wanted an explanation as to why, out all the people you knew you had gone to that half and half bastard when you knew how Katsuki felt about him. He wanted to scream at you, to demand once again that you keep your distance from Todoroki bloody Shoto because you were his girl, Katsuki’s and he didn’t trust the stuck-up daddy’s boy as far as he could throw him. Katsuki wanted to rage about the whole fucked up situation you were in but most of all he wanted you to look at him, to see what this was doing to him, to your relationship, and understand what he struggled to say.
Gritting his jaw Katsuki reached out towards you planning on grabbing your shoulder and making you look at him. As if you could sense his intentions though you spun round before his fingers could even brush your shoulder, knock his hand away and glaring at Katsuki with a burning anger in your eyes that he had never seen before “What is wrong with you?” you hissed. Scowling Katsuki jerked back, waving his outstretched hand in the general direction of the door as he snapped back at you. “Me? What the fuck’s wrong with your shitty stalker?” He was being loud, the asshole probably still able to hear him but Katsuki couldn’t care less. Let him hear, let the whole sodding building hear then maybe he wouldn’t have everyone trying to set you up with that posh bastard because there wouldn’t be any doubt that you were already spoken for. Maybe then Katsuki could stop being so paranoid that someone better suited was going to come swooping in and steal you away from him. Maybe then he could start feeling like he was enough for you, that he was good enough for once.
“What did you expect was going to happen when you show up here screaming blue bloody murder and banging on my door like some kind of common street thug?” Your angry words felt like a slap to the face, the reality of what he had done sinking in as your sharp and unforgiving words echoed around the room. Fuck. That was exactly how he had been acting. Katsuki might be from the rough side of town, hell he even worked in a dive bar that had some questionable patrons, but he wasn’t like that. He was a stickler for rules, hadn’t been arrested since he was a kid and he never got involved with any of the dodgy shit that went on around his neighbourhood. For all intense and purposes, he was a good law-abiding citizen and yet hear he was, acting like one of those scummy street gang bangers, threatening some random extra because he got in Katsuki’s way and practically trying to force his way into your home when you clearly didn’t want him there.
What had he been thinking? He had come here to make things better not to make the whole situation ten times worse. He should be ashamed of himself. He was ashamed of himself. Just because he was worried and insecure didn’t give him the right to treat people like shit, especially someone he loves. He was supposed to be better than this, had gone to therapy for years to get a handle on his anger but at the first sign of something not going his way Katsuki had reverted back to the venomous punk he had been at 16, when his anger issues had gotten him kicked out of school and home. “Fuck!” Katsuki exclaimed, turning his back on you and running his hands through his hair. He needed to get a grip of himself before this situation came beyond fixable. Before he lost you for real. There would be nobody to blame but himself if that happened, his anger so toxic and self-destructive that it burned away everything good in his life. Fuck! He was messing this all up, the best thing that had happened to him in years and he was ruining it.
“I think you should leave”. Katsuki jerked back round at your quiet and defeated voice, his eyes wide with panic. “What?” he managed to croak out. You weren’t looking at him, head tilted down and to the side, your arms wrapped around you like it was the only thing keeping you together. “You’re angry,” you whispered, and Katsuki would have missed it if the apartment had been so quiet. “I’m not…” Katsuki started, his voice just as quiet but you held your hand up and Katsuki fell silent, swallowing back down whatever he had been about to say. Sighing you finally looked up at him. “I’m angry Katsuki and I, I don’t want either of us to say something we will regret in the morning”. You sounded tired, looked it to and Katsuki hated that he was the reason, that he had driven the two of you to this.
“No,” he said stubbornly, standing up straighter and crossing his arms over his chest. He couldn’t leave now, not with the way things were between the two of you. He didn’t need space or time to think. He already knew that he had fucked up. What Katsuki needed was for you to understand that he wasn’t angry with you, not really. He was just bad at dealing with emotions, both his own and others. Groaning you rolled your eyes at him. “Of course not, because why would you ever do anything you didn’t want to.” Katsuki narrowed his eyes and your exasperated remark, unable to bite back his own aggravated reply. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it.” Sure, he could be a stubborn asshole sometimes, but he wasn’t the kind of guy who would stick around in a bad situation just because his stubbing pride refused to let him back down. Not any more at least and he had the bills from his therapist to prove it. “Do I?” you shouted, “because this sure as shit looks like you being a stubborn asshole who doesn’t know when to back the fuck off.” Katsuki just stared at you, shocked to hear you swear. You never did, not even when you were angry or in the throes of passion, your posh ass upbringing not allowing it. Maybe that half and half bastard was actually right, and Katsuki was a bad influence on you.
You groaned loudly, your shoulders slumping as you lifted a hand to rub at your eyes. “Look, I get it,” you sighed, letting your hand fall back to your side and looking at Katsuki with sad and tired eyes. “You don’t like Shoto and that’s fine, I’m not asking you to.” Katsuki scoffed at that. No, you hadn’t asked Katsuki to like the other man but you had asked him to get along with him to the point the two of them could be in the same room together without getting into an argument and that was almost as bad, especially when the frosty bastard had been acting like he was better than Katsuki. Like just because he had money and a fancy ass name, he had more of a right to you then Katsuki did. It was frustrating, humiliating and Katsuki hated how right the other man was. Katsuki really didn’t deserve your attention and most definitely not your love.
“But what I am asking you for is to not go around acting like my friends aren’t worth the air they breath.” You were yelling again, your voice getting louder with every word. He could see the anger in your eyes burning bright again and he hated that it was directed at him. That it was his fault it was even there in the first place. “That’s not it,” he yelled back at you, his own anger and fear bubbling up inside of him again. That wasn’t it, not even close. Sure, it was a fact that he didn’t like Shoto, and he was pretty sure that the other man only tolerated him for your sake and the majority of your other stuck-up friends were just about tolerable, but it went deeper than that for Katsuki. Deeper than he would ever like to admit because he had spent a lifetime hiding his feelings and he hated the fact that you made him feel so fucking weak and pathetic.
Katsuki flexed his fingers, willing himself to try and calm down. Getting into a full-blown argument was the last thing he needed right now. He needed to get himself back under control, had to do something to make this whole shitty situation at least salvageable but it was hard to get a handle on his emotions when your normally impeccable control was slipping, the hurt and anger you were feeling almost tangible. He had to though or other wise he was going to lose you because of his own inadequacies and control issues. “Then what is it Katsuki because I can’t keep doing this every god damn time, I want to spend time with my friend?” you shouted, hands curling into tight fists and tears starting to roll down your checks.
Something in Katsuki snapped then, the sight of you crying because of him enough to have everything he had been keeping locked away deep inside bursting out of him in the form of two simple words that showed more of himself than he was comfortable with. “I’m scared!” he yelled, his voice echoing off the walls and body shaking as he fell apart. You jerked back, eyes wide in shock and just staring at him like he was some sort of alien life form. Like you had never seen him before and he supposed that was true in a way because you had never seen him like this. Not raw and open and so fucking desperate that he had thrown away all his pride and bravado without a though.
Groaning Katsuki shoved a hand through his hair and slumped back against the door. Fuck. He hadn’t meant to say that. It had just come tumbling out and there was no way you would let him take it back now it was out there. Sucking in a deep breath he rubbed at his eyes, head tipped backwards to rest against the wood and willing his racing heart to stop. There was no point hiding any more, the damage was done so he might as well be fucking honest for once in his miserable life. “I’m scared that one day you will wake up and this won’t be enough anymore. That I won’t be enough.” Katsuki spoke to the ceiling, his voice nothing more than a whisper but in the sudden silence of the room he could almost believe he was still yelling. It was the truth, something he dreaded every day and shit like this just made it all seem all that much closer to becoming reality.
Now that he had started though Katsuki couldn’t stop, his fears tumbling out of him in a rush of broken words. “You wouldn’t have to hide with him. The two of you could go out together and no one would question it, wouldn’t even look twice because you’re from the same world and I…I don’t…” The words died on Katsuki’s tongue, the admission that he didn’t belong in your world making his throat closed up, like if he didn’t say it then it wouldn’t be real.
He screwed his eyes shut, trying to stop the tears before they fell, his hands curling painfully around the edge of the counter. He felt so stupid, pathetic, embarrassed by his emotions even though he knew that he should have said this all a long time ago. He was ashamed that you were seeing him like this. He was supposed to be an unmovable rock not a snivelling mess and yet here he was, fight back the tears and desperate to cling onto something he wasn’t sure he deserved. The old hag would be so fucking proud on him. “The worst thing is that I know you would be good together. I know he would treat you right, make you happy. Treat you like the fucking goddess you are and do everything a decent boyfriend should do.” And there it was, the root of all his problems.
Yours and Shoto’s relationship had been a problem since the beginning for Katsuki. When he had first met you he had tried to justify it as Shoto being another potential suitors, someone else vying for your attention but he had never had the same problem with any of your other male friends or any other stupid extra who had tried to flirt with you. Sure, he would get annoyed with them, a little angry and possessive but he never actively tried to keep you away from them like he had with the half and half bastard. When he had finally gotten together with you, things had just gotten worse, spiralling out of Katsuki’s control quicker than he had been aware of. One minute Todoroki had just been an annoyance and then the next he had become the biggest threat to the blonde’s life and happiness and the more your ‘relationship’ with the bastard was thrown around the worse it got, all Katsuki’s anger focusing on the man until the mere mention of his name was enough to have Katsuki snarling.
Despite what some people thought Katsuki wasn’t stupid, he knew why he was getting so angry, his own inadequacies like a glaring red light. It had been a mutual decision to keep things between the two of you a secret, neither of you wanted the press and public involved in your business or the backlash when Katsuki’s past inevitably came out. It had been nice, having something that was just his and as the two of you grew more comfortable in the others space Katsuki had become complacent. It hadn’t even occurred to him what things the two of you were missing out on until he had seen the evidence of it splashed across the front pages of gossip magazines and social media, Todoroki at your side instead of him.
Katsuki knew, logically, that you weren’t doing it on purpose, knew that you just saw it as spending time with one of your oldest and most trusted friends, but it didn’t stop it from driving Katsuki insane with jealousy and if he was being honest, fear. You and Todoroki went out together often, to dinners at restaurants that’s friends had no right going to, as well as movies and shopping trips. You had even gone to the beach together, your smile bright and infectious as you held onto your stupidly over sized hat and the half ‘n’ half bastard rubbing sunscreen on to your bare shoulders. Admittedly you had gone with the shitty nerd and cheeks but still, it was something a couple would do, and Katsuki hated it. Hated that fucking Todoroki could give you something that he so desperately wanted to but couldn’t. He wasn’t ready for that sort of scrutiny yet.
Katsuki wasn’t part of your high society life, and he would only drag you and your reputation down if two of you went public together now. It didn’t matter how many times you told him it didn’t matter because Katsuki knew that would change as soon as everyone else started judging him. You were sleek perfection, dressed in the latest fashion from the top designers and always well put together even when you were slumming it with him. You were smart and kind, well-liked by not only those in your social circle but also the general public. You had a reputation, a good one and Katsuki, well Katsuki was nothing in comparison.
He was a mess; a high school drop out with anger issues and a criminal record. He couldn’t get a decent job so he was stuck working at some shitty bar that attracted all the wrong kinds of people and only just paid enough that he could afford to live in his crappy rundown one room apartment. All his clothes came from secondhand shops or whatever customers left behind in their drunken stupor. Katsuki had tattoos and piercings, wore mostly back and often had a thick layer of eyeliner around his crimson eyes. He looked like a thug, a degenerate, someone’s who was more likely to start a fight then volunteer at some charity soup kitchen. It didn’t matter how confident he was, how he didn’t take anyones bullshit. Katsuki knew he wasn’t good enough for you, but it didn’t change the fact that he wanted you. In fact, he was pretty certain he was in love with you and all this bullshit with Todoroki was making it more and more obvious that he just didn’t belong in your world.
Katsuki let out a shaky sigh, tipping his head forward so he was looking at his scuffed and dirty boots instead of your stark white ceiling. “I can’t stand it, seeing him doing all this fucking shit with you that we should be doing.” He felt wrecked, all his nerves frayed but he couldn’t stop now, he needed you to know everything if he was ever going to fix this because he wanted to. Katsuki may know that he wasn’t good enough, but he was selfish, and he desperately wanted you all to himself for however long he could. “I have to listen to all these shitty extras telling me how good you two are together and every time it’s like getting stabbed. Fuck this is stupid. I’m so fucking stupid”. Katsuki shoved his hands into his hair, shoulders slouched forward and curling in on himself.
Gentle hands curled around his wrists, your thumbs rubbing at his pulse points as you slowly lowered his hands. Katsuki sucked in a shaky breath, his eyes stinging as he pointlessly tried to stop the tears from falling. He barely got a glimpse of your own red and watery eyes before you were wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down into a tight hug. Katsuki froze, holding his breath as he waited for you to say something, to pull back from him and tell him he was right, and he should go because he really wasn’t good enough for you. None of that happened though and after a few long moments Katsuki finally slumped forward, resting his head on yours and wrapping his arms around your waist. Katsuki clung onto you like he was afraid if he let go you would vanish, whisked away in a swirl of red and white before he even had a chance to reach out for you again.
The two of you stayed like that for a while, stood in the hallway and holding one another but it was nice, the closeness soothing his frayed nerves and making him feel more grounded instead of like he was spiralling down into nothingness. “I’m sorry.” Katsuki frowned at the mumbled words, slowly pulling back to look down at you. Your head was pressed against his chest, hands curled into his jacket and your knuckled going white from how tight you were holding into him. He could feel your body shaking against his, your tears soaking through his t-shirt, her breath catching as sucked in one shaking breath after another. “I’m sorry,” you sobbed, “I’m so sorry.”
Confused Katsuki pulled you tighter against him, lifting a hand up to stroke at your hair. “You have nothing to be sorry for,” he whispered into your hair, his own tears starting to fall freely down his cheeks and dripping off his chin into your hair. How had he fucked up so much that you were blaming yourself for his shortcomings? “I’m the one who’s sorry. Fucking ruining everything I touch,” he choked out, voice cracking as he tried to force the lump down in his throat. “I’m pathetic.”
He was ruining this, ruining what you had just because he couldn’t get past his own insecurity’s. What if this was it for you? What if you walked away from him because you couldn’t handle his outbursts and unjustifiable anger? It would hurt, more than Katsuki would ever admit. If you left him, he would never find someone else like you again and he would only have himself to blame. Just like always.
He felt you take a shuddering breath, your sobbing finally calming down until it stoped all together. You lent away from him, not enough to pull free of his grasp but enough to put some distance between two of you. It was barely enough room to slip an arm between you, but it felt like a canyon to Katsuki. He wanted you back, pressed against him and secure in his hold. Fuck it was pathetic how much he needed you, how much he couldn’t function without you in his life.
A gentle hand slipped under his chin, lifting his head up until he was looking you in the eyes. There were tears still clinging to your lashes, eyes red rimmed and lips puffy from where you had been biting them in an attempt to stifle your cries. Katsuki cupped your cheek, his touch gentle as he brushed his thumb across your cheek to wide away the tears that hadn’t rolled down them. You were looking up at him with a mix of determination, sorrow and what he hoped was love and when you spoke your voice reflected that, ringing out loud and clear and cutting through all Katsuki’s fear and doubts. “You are many things Bakugou Katsuki, strong, loyal, caring of those closest to you but pathetic definitely isn’t one of them.”
Katsuki’s eyes widened slightly at the conviction in your voice, trapped in your gaze as you wiled him to believe you. With a huff Katsuki leant forward and rested his forehead against yours, let his eyes fall closed as he just breathed and let your words wash over him. Sighing softly, you stepped back in closer and wrapped your arms around his neck once more. The action caused Katsuki’s hand to slip backwards, his calloused fingers curling around the back of your skull and gently urging your head back down to rest against his chest. One of your own hands slid into the short spikes of his hair, delicate fingers petting gently at the blonde strands and causing all the tension to seep out of him, feeling safe and loved in your embrace.
“I’m sorry I yelled at you,” he apologised, both arms wrapping around you tighter and keeping you pressed close against him. He was sorry, hadn’t meant to get so worked up that it had all come rushing out of him in an angry and violent wave of hate and fear. “And that I threatened your creepy neighbour,” he mumbled, adding the apology as an afterthought. He wasn’t necessarily sorry about that though. The guy fucking deserved it, implying that Katsuki would ever hurt you, but he was sorry for causing problems that you would probably get in trouble with your landlord for.
“No you’re not,” you mumbled but Katsuki could hear the amusement in your voice as well as feel the way your lips curled up into a small smile against his chest. “I promise to cut back on the couple’s stuff with Shoto.” The sudden promise had Katsuki tensing, knowing you well enough to realise that wouldn’t be it and sure enough not a second latter you were talking again, head turned out so your words weren’t muffled against him. “But I’m not going to stop seeing him. He is my friend Katsuki, just that and sometimes we will spend time together, just the two of us.” Katsuki grunted his acknowledgment. He wasn’t a monster; he didn’t want to control you. He wasn’t your father. It was enough to know that you would be willing to meet him halfway considering the shit he had done.
With a sigh you pushed away from him, stepping back this time until his hand’s rested on your waist and you were looking at one another again. You placed your hand on his chest, right over his heart and Katsuki had to wonder if you could feel it hammering away like a frantic drum beat as you pressed your other hand against his cheek. “I can’t stop people from talking but what I can do is deny it till I’m red in the face and promise you that never, ever will I want anybody other than you.” You sounded so sincere, so sure of your declaration that all Katsuki could do was mumble a quiet “ok,” too caught up in you to offer anything else. “I love you, you idiot.” You said it as if it was fact, no room for Katsuki to try and deny it. He struggled sometimes, to understand why you cared so much, especially when he was so fucking difficult, but it always set his heart racing to hear you say it. To know that you wanted him despite all his many flaws.
Katsuki leaned down slowly, giving you time to turn away from him but all you did was smile softly, your eyelids fluttering closed as he bush his lips against yours. He sighed into the kiss, his own eyes closing as your lips brushing gently against each other’s. It was a gentle kiss, no heat, no hunger, just a soft brush of lips as they breathed into the other. There was no urgency, no demand for more or desire to stake a claim. It was just them, the world around them slipping away as Katsuki’s entire world narrowed down to the women in his arms and the realisation that somehow something had gone right in his life for once.
When the need to breath became to much Katsuki pulled away slightly, resting his forehead against yours so he could still be close. Your thumb was absentmindedly brushing against his cheek, a small and content smile of your lips that Katsuki couldn’t help but return. This felt right, like now he had finally said what had been holding him back they could now move forward. Not that his fears and insecurities were gone. No, they were still there, lurking under the surface and waiting for the next time when it all became to much for Katsuki and he snapped, unable to squash down the fear that Todoroki Shoto was going to sweep in and steal you away from him and take you back to the life you were used to. The one you deserved but Katsuki couldn’t give you. Not yet any way but he would, eventually. Katsuki wouldn’t stop at anything to give you the life you deserved and he sure as hell wouldn’t let that half and half bastard steal you away before he even got the chance to prove himself.
Sighing Katsuki leant back in, claiming your lips once more in a lazy kiss. You hummed contentedly into the kiss, Katsuki swallowing the sound as you wrapped your arms around Katsuki’s neck and pulled him closer. Katsuki went willingly, stepping away from the door and right into your welcoming arms but it wasn’t enough, he needed to be closer. Katsuki wanted you pressed against him, wanted to surround himself with you until there was nothing left between you. He wanted the physical reminder that you were his, that the two of you were together. That you had chosen him over all those other extras that were vying for your attention.
Without breaking the kiss Katsuki slid his hands down your back, lightly skimming his fingers across your ass before slipping further down to curl around your thighs and urge you up into his arms. You didn’t break the kiss as you pushed up onto your toes, letting Katsuki take all your weight as he lifted you off the ground. Your arms around his neck tightened, legs wrapping around Katsuki’s waist and crossing your ankles behind his back, so your heels were pressing against the top of his ass and urging him that much closer. The two of you were pressed as close together as you could get, Katsuki able to feel every inch of you against him and yet it still wasn’t enough. He wants more. More of your touch, your kisses. More of everything. He wanted to be as close as they could be, skin against skin but that wouldn’t be possible. Not like this anyway.
Katsuki didn’t break the kiss as he stepped forward, tightening his hold on your thighs to make sure you didn’t slip. It wasn’t the first time he had carried you like this, Katsuki holding you up but normally it was against a wall or a door, the two of you gong at it had and fast and always desperate for the other. You liked how strong he was, liked that he could effortlessly pick you up and carry you around like your weight meant nothing to him and Katsuki made sure to take advantage of the often. You didn’t flinch as he made his way across the apartment, didn’t tighten your hold on him like you were afraid he would drop you. You trusted him and that just made his pathetic heart swell in his chest.
The walk through your apartment was slow though but easy enough and when they finally made it to the bedroom Katsuki gently laid you out on the black sheets, stepping back slightly to take you in. You were beautiful, so soft and inviting as you smiled up at him from where you had snuggled down into the soft comforter. Katsuki could watch you for hours. Had in fact done that the first time they had slept together, and you had fallen asleep in his bed with its shitty second-hand sheets and thin duvet. That had been back before he had known who you were and how out of his league you were. Back then you had just been a pretty woman who had been willing to let Katsuki work his frustration out on, and leave come morning. Now though you were so much more, the most important thing in his life and looking back he can’t believe how stupid he had been to think he would ever have been able to walk away from you.
Still smiling softly, you held your hand out towards him, beckoning him closer. Katsuki wasn’t one to decline an invite like that, crawling onto the bed and between your spread legs. He never took his eyes off you, watching intently as you reached up and curled your fingers into his hair once more and gently urged him down, tilting your head back so your lips met his as he sunk into your welcoming embrace.
You stayed like that for a while, trading lazy kisses and hands gently exploring over clothes. Eventually though it became to much and not enough all at once, your gently exploring hands suddenly working with intent as you slid them up over his chest and shoulder. Your hands slipped under his jacket dragging it down his arms until Katsuki had no choice but to lean back, yanking the thing off and throwing it behind him. He dove back down to reclaim your lips as soon as it was gone, moaning into it as your hands tugged up the back of his shirt and slipped underneath. They didn’t stay there long though, slipping out to curl around his shoulders instead.
It happened quickly. One minute Katsuki was on top looking down at you and then the next he was on his back, looking up at your triumphant smile. Huffing in amusement Katsuki pushed himself up onto his elbows, using his legs to nudge you forward until you were straddling his waist, your ass pressing back against his groin. You were a vision above him, Katsuki unable to tare his eyes away as you gripped the bottom of your top and slowly pulled it up over your head before throwing it in the same general direct Katsuki had chucked his jacket.
You were beautiful and Katsuki told you as much as he pushed himself up, whispering it against your neck as he pressed small and sloppy kisses up to your jaw. “You’re not too bad yourself,” you answered teasingly, cutting off Katsuki’s growl as you turned your head and reclaimed his lips with another kiss. It was a little harder this time but still slow and sensual, your tongue swiping across his lips and asking for entrance. Katsuki granted it without hesitation, hungry for everything you would give him. The moment he parted his lips your tongue pushed in, swiping against his and sucking gently. He let out a low moan, gripping your waist tighter with both hands and pulling you tighter against him, your chest pressing against his. He was getting hard, could feel it pressing against the zip of his jeans but unlike normal there was no rush, no urgency for relief. He was content to just carry on like this, taking his time with you and enjoying the simple feeling of you against him.
You didn’t seem to be though, your hands curling around the hem of his top and slowly dragging it up, your fingers finding every dip and curve as they went. The two of you broke apart long enough for you to tug it over his head before you were kissing again, the top discarded over the edge of the bed like everything else. Katsuki’s hands were back on your hips as soon as his arms were free of his top, his blunt nails digging in as he urged you back in close. You staid like that for a while, Katsuki’s hands moving from your hips to splay across your back as yours slipped into his hair, scratching at his scalp and eliciting a deep satisfied groan from him.
It was slow, languid, more about the closeness then then what this was leading up to. Katsuki was savouring every second of it, every press of tongue and glide of lips, every hitch of breath and quiet moan but eventually it had to come to an end, the need to breath too much to ignore. Reluctantly he pulled away from you, Katsuki, both of you breathing a little harder as you watched one another. Slowly he slid his hands up your back, fingers brushing against the ridges of your spine until he came to the clasp of your bra. With deft fingers he popped it open, large hands brushing it aside as he made his way up to your shoulders to push the straps down your arms. Neither of you looked away from the other as you slowly shrugged it off, discarding it like all the other items of clothing.
“So fuckin’ beautiful,” he whispered, his hands completely bypassing your now exposed breasts to instead curl around your forearms and pull you closer. His moan was muffled by your lips as he finally got to feel your naked skin against his. There was a slight pressure against stomach, your hands having snuck between the two of you. He went easily, falling back against the bed and taking you with him. Katsuki would have been happy to stay like that, trading lazy kisses as you rocked gently against his neglected erection, those little sparks of arousal enough to keep him satisfied and on edge but almost as soon as he was lead against the bed you were climbing off him, instead moving to lie next him on your side with your head propped up on your hand.
Katsuki scowled at you, already starting to roll over so he could push you back down and start kissing you again but the gentle brush of fingers against his abs had him stopping, looking down instead to watch as your fingers gently brushed against his muscles only to move further down. Katsuki gasped at the first feather light touch of your fingers to his denim clad dick, his hips jerking up as you flattened your hand against him and ground it down, adding more pressure as you rubbed against his hardness. It was enough to have him groaning, slumping back against the bed with a groan as he chassed that feeling but just as quickly as you started your hand was gone, leaving Katsuki aching for more now that he had gotten a taste of it.
Your teasing little laugh was enough to have him groaning, fling an arm over his eyes as he tried to calm himself down. He didn’t want to rush this. The two of you were always chasing more and harder and a burning passion that consumed you like a raging fire. This slow and teasing approach was different, gently stocking the flames instead of dousing them in petrol. Katsuki had always scoffed at this sort of fucking, so sure that it would be boring and not enough to get him off, but this was more then he ever could have imagined, it left him feeling raw and exposed yet loved and wanted, two emotions he had always struggled with.
“Katsuki,” you mumbled against his parted lips, your lips brushing ever so slightly against his but before he could tilt his head and press them more firmly together you were gone, trailing gentle kisses down his jaw and neck. Groaning Katsuki tipped his head back, giving you more room as you slowly made your way down, teeth nipping collar bone and pecs as you went. It’s horribly frustrating, Katsuki’s muscles twitch and constricting with ever hot puff of breath against his him but he doesn’t try to speed things up. Doesn’t want to rush any part of this so he resigns himself to laying there, his stomach clenched as you run your tongue along the ridges of his abs, following them down to kiss along the skin just above his jeans. It’s a sweet kind of torture, one that he doesn’t mind enduring.
You don’t stop there though, using your knees to push Katsuki’s legs wide even as your mouth descends on his still covered erection. “Fuck,” Katsuki hissed, trying to roll his hips up against the slight friction your mouth provided. Katsuki gets about a second of relief before your pulling away from him, your teasing laugh enough to have him pushing up onto his elbows and scowling at you. That seemed to be what you were after though, smirking at Katsuki as you made eye contact only to press your mouth back to his denim glad prick, sealing your lips around the head and sucking gently.
Groaning he fell back onto the bed, a shaky hand coming up to run through his hair and tug at the strands and eyes squeeze shut. He stayed like that, even as your mouth disappeared once more, and you shifted between his legs. He didn’t even look as he felt your deft fingers popping open the button and tugging down the zipper, your fingers slipping into the waistband of his jeans and underwear so you could tug them down. Wordlessly Katsuki lifted his hips to help, his preoccupied mind only just remembering he still had his boots on just before there came a muttered curse from down by his feet.
“Stupid bloody things. Who even has this amount of laces. Just fucking come off already,” you muttered, your annoyance clear as you yanked and twisted until the things slipped free of Katsuki’s feet. He couldn’t help but let out a huff of amusement at the dull thumps that followed, Katsuki once more pushing up onto his elbows so he could look at the adorable scowl he knew you would be wearing. He wasn’t disappointed, your scowl closer to a pout as you glared up at him from between his legs. He stayed like that, watching as you finished getting his jeans and underwear off, shoving them behind you before pulling his socks off.
Katsuki had every intention of pulling you back onto the bed for another round of lazy kisses, eager to get your stupid leggings off so he could feel your naked body pressed against his, but you apparently already had plans for your mouth, and they didn’t involve Katsuki’s lips. Ducking forward you pressed your lips against his hips, sucking and nipping your way inwards. Your hands slid up the outside of his thighs, fingers pinching at the bottom of his ass and urging his hips up. It all happened in one go, Katsuki’s hips jerking forward at the sudden sting, your hand slipping underneath to cup his ass cheeks as your lips brushed against his sensitive head, your tongue quickly following behind. He couldn’t have stopped the surprised gasp if he had tried, the sudden shock of having something on his dick almost too much after being teased for so long.
Your hold on his ass relaxed, hands sliding round to splay over his hips and urge them back down onto the bed. Your mouth never left him, kissing up along his shaft and tongue swirling around the head before swallowing him down to the hilt in one solid movement. It was too much, Katsuki moaning loudly and trying to thrust forwards even though there was nowhere left for him to go.
Katsuki watched you with wide eyes, his breathing faster as he felt you swallow around him. You were a vision, lips stretched wide around his considerable girth and tears clinging to your lashes, watching him back and just waiting for him to do something. “Fuckin’ perfect.” Katsuki shifted all his weight on to one arm, bringing the other round so he could sink his fingers into your hair and curl his hand around the back of your skull. He kept it there, not to control your movements but just for something tangible to hold onto, something to keep him grounded as you finally began to move.
Slowly you began to move up and down his shaft, alternating between licking and sucking, your tongue flicking at his leaking slit every time you pulled back up to the tip. Katsuki was breathing heavily now, straining against the hold you still had on his hips and letting out soft moans and groans that he would probably be embarrassed about come morning. Just like with everything else you were taking your time with this, taking him apart slowly and you worked him up into a frustrated and babbling mess. He could feel it though, building and building but it wasn’t enough, Katsuki just on the edge but never falling over. It was fucking perfect.
He didn’t know how long you carried on but soon enough you were stopping, pulling off him with a loud slurp and pop. Katsuki watched as you licked at your lips, your dark eyes hooded as you moaned appreciatively. That was it for him, something snapping and before Katsuki really knew what he was doing he was scrambling to pull you back up onto the bed and onto his lap. He barely waited until you were on him before he was pulling you down into a sloppy and desperate kiss, his tongue chasing his own taste as he invaded your mouth.
The time for slow seemed to have passed and all it took was one well timed roll to get you on your back under him, Katsuki grinding down against your cotton covered groin. He wasn’t as slow as you had been as he kissed his way down your neck and chest, making sure to sucker a nipple into his mouth as he went and biting down gently just to hear you gasp before moving on to do the same with the other one. His hands gripped at the waist of your leggings before he had even made it to your stomach, getting ahead of himself as he began to tug them down. Above him you laughed gently, your own hands coming down to help tug them down enough for you to be able to kick them off the rest of the way. Katsuki was between your legs before they even hit the floor, his mouth going straight to your cunt as soon as you were free of your last bit of clothing.
“Kats,” you practically screamed his name as Katsuki licked a long strip across your wet folds, both your hands sinking into his hair and tugging at the messy spikes. Katsuki let out his own groan as he lapped at you, his tongue dipping into your folds but not pushing any further. He shoved one arm under your leg, hoisting it onto his shoulder and spreading you open for him. His lips sealed around your clit, Katsuki sucking and licking at it whilst two of his fingers rubbed against your slick opening. The sound you made as he pushed his fingers in would echo in his head for years, your walls clenching down tightly on the digits as he pushed them in as deeply as he could. You were so warm and tight around him, sucking his fingers back in as he pulled them back out, rubbing teasingly around the outside before thrusting them back inside of you.
“Kat...Katsuki” you gasped, rolling your hips down onto his fingers and desperately trying to get more and who was he to deny you anything. Slowly he dragged his fingers back, teasingly rubbing them against your entrance again before pushing back in, sucking hard on your clit this time as he did so. The needy little whine you let out was worth it, Katsuki’s own grunt barely audible from where his mouth was pressed so tightly against you but from the way you shuddered and moaned you had felt it.
He set a slowly pace, fingers gliding in and out of you as he licked, sucked and nipped at your swollen clit. The noises you were making were like music. He could listen to you all day, moaning and gasping, stuttering out his name as you ground against his face. He could stay like this for hours, worshipping your body and proving his devotion to you from between your spread legs. It wasn’t long before two fingers became three and then four, Katsuki’s pace slow and deliberate as he worked you towards your peak.
Before he could push you over the edge though you started tugging insistently at his hair, pulling his mouth away from you. He let out a disappointed groan but didn’t fight it when you tugged him up your body, his fingers slipping free of your warm cunt and leaving a wet trail up your side. You arched up to meet him, sealing your lips over his and licking your own juices off his lips. It was dirt, filthy even and Katsuki loved it, kissing back just as enthusiastically. Neither of you stop until the need to breath became a necessity, both of you breaking away with a gasp, both of you panting and lips kissed red.
Katsuki was the one who went for the bedside table, leaning across to yank open the top draw and grab one of the foil packets he knew would be there. He reared up onto his knees as the ripped the thing open with his teeth, quickly rolling the condom down his aching length as letting the empty packet flutter down onto the sheets to de found latter. He was back on you within seconds, sealing his lips over yours in yet another demanding kiss. Braced himself on one arm by your head, Katsuki gently slipped his other hand down your thigh to grip at your knee, tugging your leg up to curl around his side. Forcing himself away from your lips Katsuki rested his forehead against yours and gently shuffled forward, his hand guiding the head of his dick to your entrance so he could push into you. He watched as your mouth fell open of a breathy little gasp, your eyes flutter closed and nails digging into his biceps from where you had curled your hands around them
Once he was fully inside you, he stopped, breathing heavily and waiting for your signal to move. After a few torturously long seconds your eyes opened finding his red ones and shinning with a mix of emotions Katsuki was too scared to even try and name. Instead, he leant down, his lips finding yours in a gentle kiss. As soon as your grip on his arms loosened Katsuki began to thrust, his pace just as slow as your kisses. He stayed close to you, his chest pressed against yours and legs intertwined. There was nothing fast and hard about it, his hips rocking gently in and out of you. It was intimate, Katsuki would even go as far as to call it making love. Just the two of you, so close that all they could feel was the other, all they could see was each other, breathing in the others air and lips meeting in gentle and love filles kisses.
Reluctantly he pulled away from you, groaning at the feeling of you clenching around him. He dragged his nose along your cheek, his mouth following close behind as he pressed light kisses against your cheek until he reached your ear, sucking the lobe into his mouth and nipping gently at it. “I love you,” he whispered against your ear, “love you so fucking much it hurts.” You clenched around him at his declaration, so tightly that it was almost like you were trying to keep him inside of you. “Love you to Katsuki, more than anything.” Katsuki’s heart felt like it was going to explode, something inside his chest untangling and leaving him feeling a thousand times lighter than he had coming here.
Grunting, Katsuki started to move a little faster, a little harder, delighting in the little hitch of breath as your arms tightened around him. It didn’t take long before he could feel his orgasm getting closer, the coil in his stomach tightening again as your insides fluttered around him. Panting he let his head rest against your shoulder, his eyes squeezing shut as he gave himself over to his pleasure. This wasn’t the ideal position, being pressed so close to you but he didn’t want to move, didn’t want to stop touching your because if he did this might all disappear and he would find himself stood back in your hallway, the two of you screaming at each other more.
His fingers tightened on your leg, nails digging in enough that he would leave little half-moon indents. They wouldn’t be there long, but it would still be proof that this was real, that you had accepted him, faults and all and welcomed him into your arms. Not that he deserved, because he didn’t. How could he after everything he had done but he sure as hell wasn’t going to stay that way. Katsuki was going to work hard and prove himself, to you, to all those stupid extras. He was going to be worth something, was going to be able to stand next to you for the word to see without feeling like he didn’t belong.
Katsuki didn’t even realise he had been crying until gentle hands curled around his chin, lifting his head so you could see him. Your thumbs brushed away his tears that silently rolled down his cheeks, smiling softly up at him like he was your world. “I love you Katsuki,” you said again, holding his gaze and making sure he understood you, “just the way you are.” That was it for Katsuki, whatever little hold he had on his fraying emotions slipping through his fingers.
With a choaked off sob Katsuki pressed his lips against yours, trying to convey with that one kiss everything he couldn’t put into words. How grateful he was to have you in his life. How much he loved you and needed you. His hopes for the future and his hunger for this moment right now. He needed you to know that you were part of his everything and that without you it would all come crashing down around him because he hadn’t realised how much he had needed you until he thought he was going to lose you.
You moaned so sweetly into the kiss, one hand sliding into his hair again as the other splayed across his back between his shoulder blades. Katsuki’s pace sped up, thrusting into you as hard and fast as he could in the position you were in. The hand that had been holding your leg slipped between the two of you, deft fingers rubbing against your clit in an attempt to push you over the edge first. You broke of the kiss with a gasp, head tipping back and leaving you neck bare for him to feast on.
Growling he kissed along the exposed column, teeth nipping at you only to sooth over the red spots with his tongue. “Come on sweetheart,” he mumbled against your neck, “wonna feel you, hear you.” Katsuki sped his fingers up, pressing down harder in his need to feel you coming undone around him. It didn’t take long, your walls clenched around him tightly as your back bowed. He lifted his head just intime to see your mouth open on a silent scream, eyes screwed shut and your whole body tensing as you came. Your nails dug into his back, your hold on his hair tightening as you pulled him in closer. It only took a few more thrusts after that, Katsuki finding his own release as he stole yet another kiss to muffle his own cry of pleasure.
The come down is just as slow as their lovemaking, Katsuki resting his forehead against yours, his eyes closed and your hot breath mixing as your hearts raced. He could feel himself softening inside you, the sensation of the cum filled condom becoming uncomfortable and despite how much he wanted stay there he knew he had to move. With a groan he reluctantly rolled off you, collapsing back onto the bed. He quickly yanked the condom off, trying the end and dumbing it on the bedside table to get rid of it latter.
Normally, afterwards Katsuki would pull you into his side, curling his arm around your waist and burring his face in your hair as you used his pec as a pillow. Not tonight though, Katsuki the one to curl into your side, his head resting on your shoulder, one arm draped over your stomach and your legs entwined. You didn’t ask why the change, sighing softly as you turned into him slight, draping one arm over his stomach and curling the other behind him so you could gently strike your fingers through his hair. It was soothing, the rhythmic rise and fall of your chest and the gentle brush of your fingers through his hair. It didn’t take long for his eyes to start dropping, the whirlwind of emotions from the last couple of hours taking its toll on him. He felt exhausted both physically and emotionally and he was ready to just sleep for a day or two, maybe a week if he could stay in your arms. He was almost completely out when you spoke next, your voice nothing more than a whisper.
“I’m sorry about all this stuff with Shoto. I know it upsets you when they start saying stuff about us.” Katsuki grunted at your words; his eyes still firmly closed but letting you know he was listening. He felt on edge again, already stealing himself for another fight at the mention of the other man. “But you know its not true, right Kats?” He felt you move, most likely pulling your head back so you could look at him properly and expecting him to look back at you, but Katsuki didn’t move, didn’t do anything. The silence was probably more telling then he wanted it to be. Sighing you went back to stroking his hair, moving your head back so your lips were pressed against his forehead. “Shoto’s my best friend, more like a brother then anything else and that all he’s ever going to be. We’ve been through a lot together and maybe that’s made us a little overly familiar with one another but that’s not because we have any kind of romantic feelings for each other. He’s family, the only one I had for a while and I,” you paused audibly swallowing and Katsuki knew he wasn’t going to like what you said next. “I love him Kats.”
Katsuki took a deep shuddering breath at your whispered confession, his eyes screwed shut so tightly he was seeing spots in the darkness. “I know,” he said quietly, like he was admitting to some kind of crime. He did know that, knew that the both of you had gone through hell when you were kids and had found solace with the only person who had been able to understand. He knew you loved the other man, had seen it first hand when you had stood by his side when all that bullshit with his family had been made public. And yet that didn’t stop the sharp sting of jealousy that shot through him at your words or the feeling of doubt and paranoia that he was going to lose you to the other man in the end.
“I know that this was all an accident, that what we have wasn’t supposed to happen,” Katsuki wanted to run, wanted to jump out the fucking window and fly away because this was all sound like some sort of long explanation of why it wouldn’t work between the two of you. He had known he had gone to far this time, had known the moment you had started cry but he had been stupid enough to hope for some glimmer of hope in the bleak reality that was his life. If you were going to end it then he wanted you just to say it outright, none of this pussy footing around and throwing him a pity fuck like it would make this all easier somehow by getting his dick wet. He was just about to say that to you when you spoke next and Katsuki’s words got stuck in his throat, his eyes snapping open wide and full of surprise. “But I’m so glad it did Katsuki because for the first time in a long time I actually feel like I’m alive, that I’m my own person. I’m actually happy and that’s all because I have you in my life now.” He didn’t know what to say, just staring unseeingly down your still naked body as his heart raced and his mind tried to process what you had said.
He had never made anyone happy before in his life. Not his parents or his teachers and definitely not any of his so-called friends who had only flowed him around because he was the biggest meanest kind at school. He had terrified Deku, had been the reason the other man had needed therapy and maybe sure, once upon a time when they had been brats, he had been able to make the other smile but that was so far in the past that it could hardly count. No all Katsuki had ever done was hurt and disappoint people yet here you were, telling him that despite everything he had done and said, despite the tears he had made you cry and the heartache he had caused he had still made you happy. That couldn’t be possible. Surely, he had broken to much to still be considered a good thing in your life.
You gently took hold of his chin, tipping his head back so he was looking up at you. You were smiling softly down at him, your eyes practically sparkling, and Katsuki was trapped, unable to look away. “I love you Bakugou Katsuki and I plan on doing so for a very long time. That is, if you’ll have me?” You tried to keep your voice even, but Katsuki could pick out the uncertainty at the end as your smile fell slightly. He could see it in your eyes as well, like you thought he was going to up and leave you. As if he could ever do that. “For as long as you’ll let me.” You smile cam back full force at his gruff words, already swopping down for a kiss before he had even had a chance to breath. Katsuki grunted as you collided with him, saying how much you loved him again and again between kisses. At some point the two of you ended up on your sides, face to face and a mess of smiles and mumbled I love you’s as the frantic kisses dissolved into gently and languid brushes of your lips that seemed to go on forever.
It had been a long day, one filled with every spectrum of human emotion that Katsuki could think of, and it had left him feeling strung out and a little tender yet right now Katsuki felt more at piece than he had in months. He wasn’t an idiot; he knew that his issues weren’t fixed and that there would still be some hostility toward the man he perceived as a threat to his happiness. There would probably be more arguments in the future, your stubbornness and his short fuse almost guaranteeing it but after today he was confident that the two of you would be able to work through it. It wasn’t going to be easy but nothing in his life had been, the only difference was that he finally found something worth the work because you were worth it, and Katsuki didn’t plan on letting you go. Not now. Not ever. And definitely not to the half ‘n’ half bastard, Todoroki Shoto.
A/N: Sooooooo, I'm kind of starting in the middle of things here because honestly I'm so lazy and didn't want to write yet another big old world building piece that consumed my entire life for however long I was working on it. But if your interested here are some things you might want to know about the world this is set in.
First thing, no quirks. Katsuki was a smart kid with a hole host of expectations on his shoulders and treated like the genius he was whilst also being told he wasn't good enough and pushing him to do better. Long story short he gets kicked out of his amazing school for skipping classes and starting fights and after a rather explosive argument with his parents Katsuki goes and gets drunk and ends up getting in yet another fight but this time someone ends up in hospital. He goes to jail, loosing any prospects and when he gets out 4 years latter his parents wont take him back and no one will higher him because of his criminal history. He ends up getting a job at some shady bar and his probation officer (Kiri) finds him a cheap apartment in an equally shady part of the city. after a couple of months he manages to get a second job working as a personal trainer at a high end gym but that's only because Eijiro managers to convince a friend to give the blonde a chance.
Enter reader-chan.
Katsuki's been working at the bar for just over six months when late one night a women comes in who is clearly not from around these parts. your cars broken down and you ask to use the bars phone to call a ride not a tow, stating loudly that you had left the keys in the ignition of your expensive car and didn't care what happened to it. Katsuki keeps the lest savoury kind away from you whilst you wait for your ride and despite his best efforts he ends up chatting with you for a bit. When you're gone he thinks he will never see you again but a week latter your back, dressed more like the people in the bar but so very obvious worth more money then they are.
It becomes a thing and then one thing leads to another and the two of you have a one night stand, except it doesn't stay that way. It's when your already a thing that Katsuki finds out how rich you actually are and more importantly who you are. There's a lot of arguments, Katsuki accusing you of just looking for a bit of fun in the scum of the city because that's what rich bitches like you do whilst you try to make him understand that he actually meant something to you. Eventually you decide to give it a go, planning on keeping it a secret too avoid any unnecessary attention and things are actually going pretty well. There's just one problem and that Todoroki Shoto and the weird ass relationship the two of you have. A relationship so close that half the country already think your dating and the other half thinking that its going to happen eventually. All Katsuki knows is that he's going to kill that half 'n' half bastard if he see's one more thing about how good the two of you would be together.
The next time you meet Dynamite it’s actually planned and somehow that feels a thousand times worse than the random encounters from before.
It’s been a couple of months since the last time you had seen him, your little fluff piece having done well enough that it had landed you with a couple more lighthearted assignments that had been a welcome break from all the serious doom and gloom you tended to get lumbered with. Not that you didn’t like the serious stuff, just, it got a little monotonous when that’s all you ever dealt with.
In the few months since seeing him you had managed to convince yourself that all you felt for the man was a childish crush, the whole mysterious enigma thing he had going on making you fixate on him more than you would any other man who had caught your eye over the years. After all, you were a journalist and unpicking mysteries, and half-truths was one of your favourite things to do and the hero was definitely a mystery but that’s all it was. The thrill of unravelling a new and admittedly handsome mystery. Dynamite was a private person to the extent that no one really knew anything about him outside of his hero work and you were just dying to be the first one to unravel all his secrets. That’s all. Definitely not a full-blown attraction to the man that just got worse the more time you spent with him.
So, you got on with your life, pushing the explosive blonde to the back of your mind as best as you could considering he was all over the news and instead channelled all your attention and effort into your work. For the most part it worked, that was until an assignment landed on your desk that threatened to undo all your hard work.
Dynamite didn’t give interviews. In the years since he had first exploded onto the hero scene, he had given maybe half a dozen interviews and only two of them had been proper sit-down ones, the rest kind of forced on him after an incident that always devolved into the hero yelling and swearing at whatever reporter was stupid enough to get in his way. Not that the sit-down ones went any better. He clearly hadn’t wanted to be there, and his answers had been short and clipped, the blonde visibly trying not to snap or swear. His restraint didn’t last though, the interviewer asking one too many personal questions that he didn’t want to answer and the whole thing would blow up quicker than one of his explosions and just as violently.
So yeah, Dynamite didn’t do interviews and especially not ones that required him to be a bit more open about his personal life so when a request arrived in your inbox from his agencies PR team you felt justified in assuming it was some sort of prank or joke from your friends and had quickly sent it to the bin, completely forgetting about it by mid-morning. That was your first mistake of the day, your second had been assuming that the first mistake wouldn’t come back to bite you in the ass.
It hadn’t been a joke.
According to your rather angry boss the next day Dynamites agency were looking to improve the hero's reputation with an all-access interview that the hero was refusing to have anything to do with unless he got to pick the journalist who would be poking their nose in his business and for some unknown reason the explosive blonde had picked you. That had left you a little stunned, staring at your boss like they had grown a third head, but they just kept barrelling on about how good an opportunity this would be not only for your career but also the magazine and completely ignoring the mini melt down you were currently experiencing.
This couldn’t actually be happening, could it? This had to be some kind of mistake, a joke even. Dynamite didn’t do interviews, the man barely even speaking about his accomplishments let alone what he got up to when he wasn’t in his uniform. You said exactly that to your boss, cutting them off mid rant but you hadn’t been able to wait. All that had gotten you was a laugh, your boss spouting some rubbish about Dynamite finally getting his act together and realising he needs to offer something of himself up to the public to get anywhere with his career. You would have called them out on how untrue that was, the explosive hero never once having cared what people thought of him but before you could get another word out you were being ushered out of your boss's office and informed that you would hear from the agency within the next few days to set things up.
You were left standing in the hallway feeling like you had just stepped out of a fever dream and had no clue what the hell was even going on now. You couldn’t understand why Dynamite was practically forcing this on you. There were a hundred different reporters out there he could have picked. Ones with better reputations who were more popular amongst the masses. You were just an average, run of the mill journalist who worked for a small and barely functioning magazine. Why the hell would he pick you of all people to be saddled with such a monumental task? Answering your own question, you get a flash back to that day at the charity photo shoot and his booming laugh as you told him it didn’t hurt to have a friend in the press.
Was it really that simple? Dynamite picking the only journalist he knew and hoping you would gloss over all his flaws and boost his popularity? The thought stung but if you were being realistic it made sense. He didn’t know you other than some fluff piece reporter who didn’t pay enough attention to their surroundings when walking home in the dead of night. It was a known fact he disliked the press and you were probably just the best of a bad bunch. This was a tactical decision, and you had no reason to feel anything but gratitude and excitement for the opportunity this would present you and it really was an opportunity, the best one you had had since the first time you got to interview Hawks. If you could pull this off without it resulting in an argument, property damage or the number four hero storming out it would open up a lot of doors for you considering you would be the first journalist to make it through an interview unscathed.
It only took a week from them to get everything arranged, Dynamite’s agency sending over a list of banned questions along with an outline of what they wanted from you. It wasn’t anything new, you had done these kinds of interviews before and there was always the same sort of things that heroes don't want to discuss. Most common were their relationships and families, along with any political based questions and the odd one about any scandals they might have been involved in recently.
Dynamites was lacking a few things though, most notably the questions about his relationship status and that just left you more confused than ever considering his refusal to talk about those kinds of things in the past. Your boss had been over the moon though, giving you their own list of questions that you had every intention of ignoring. You were sure it was an oversight and you would not risk the blonde’s anger just to state some idle gossips curiosity. If anyone asked why you hadn’t taken the opportunity you would just tell them he had refused to answer, it’s not like it wasn’t a believable lie.
When the day of the interview rolled around you had been nervous, unwilling to admit that it was because you were about to see Dynamite again and not because of how much pressure you were under to make sure this went well. You had barely been able to stomach a lite breakfast and you had been so distracted that you were sure you had washed your hair twice. You ended up having to give yourself a stern talking to, glaring at your half-dressed reflection as you reminded yourself yet again that this was a job, you were being paid and a certain level of professionalism was expected of you and you had no intention of screwing up your reputation that you had worked hard for just because you had a celebrity crush on the hero. It had surprisingly worked and you had managed to get through the rest of your morning routine without another bout of teenage stupidity.
Getting to your agreed upon venue was a different story.
You shouldn’t have been surprised as you had been when you had been given the address, knowing that Dynamite liked his privacy. A lot of heroes did and you often did your one on one interviews in secluded back rooms of trusted establishments that allowed them to relax without the pressure of the public's eyes on them but never once had they asked you to their homes and you were pretty sure that was where you were heading, to Dynamites home.
You had looked the place up as soon as you had gotten the address just like you always had but instead of a bar, restaurant or cafe like it normally was you had found yourself looking at a photo of a residential high rise in one of the wealthiest parts of the city. You had double checked with the agency that you had been given the right address and when they had confirmed that you had you had spent a considerable amount of time trying to find out why on earth they were sending you there of all places. The only logical conclusion you had been able to come to was that it was the heroes home address and that had sent you into a blind panic that had resulted in you getting drunk like the responsible adult you were and half convincing yourself that this was all some sort of elaborate joke your friends were playing on you in an attempt to make fun of your obvious and childish crush on the hero.
Even standing in front of the apartment door, your hand hovering above the sleek black wood, you weren’t one hundred percent convinced that one of your friends weren’t lurking, waiting to see your reaction when you distributed some poor persons Sunday morning. There was only one way to find out though and after taking a deep breath to try and gain some sort of composure you had knocked three times, loud and clear and way more confident than you had felt. You held your breath, the sound of movement coming from within the apartment before the door was being yanked open and your breath came whooshing back out in one go. It really hadn’t been a joke.
Dynamite looks different out of his uniform, standing before you in black sweatpants, a black tank top and house slippers. His eyes are still just as fierce but there’s something almost soft about him and you can’t help but feel like you're intruding on something you were never meant to see. He doesn’t give you a chance to process what you’re seeing before he’s stepping out the way and demanding you get in. Obviously, you do as he said, quickly scurrying in and clutching at the strap of your bag like it’s a lifeline. He shuts the door behind you with a definitive click and it’s only then that it really hits you where you are and with who. Somehow knowing you were going to end up here didn’t really help with the reality of the situation.
Everything’s a little awkward, the two of you standing in the genkan and neither of you breaking the heavy silence that’s fallen over you. You can feel his eyes on you, your skin tingling as you fidget with the strap of your bag and yet you can’t bring yourself to look up from where you’re staring at his slipper covered feet, worried that if you do he will be able to see how badly his cosy home look was affecting you. It was one thing to see him in his hero costume, all hard muscles and power as he put his life on the line time and time again, but this was something else entirely and you were pretty sure you were going to remember him like this for years to come.
Surprisingly Dynamite is the one to break the silence, telling you where you can put your shoes and directing your attention to a waiting pair of slips that matched his own. He’s walking off down the hallway before you can even think about pulling your boots off, calling over his broad shoulder for you to make yourself comfortable before disappearing around the corner. You stand there like a brain-dead idiot for a long couple of minutes, just staring down the corridor and giving your brain a chance to catch up with what was going on. It’s all a little surreal, more like a dream than reality and before you do what he said you make sure to pinch yourself, just to make sure. The sharp stinging pain that shoots down your arm is enough to get you moving, tucking your boots into the stand before slipping your feet into the slippers and following after the hero.
You’re not sure what you had been expecting when you stepped out into the main living area, but the modern minimalist decor doesn’t really surprise you all that much. The walls are white, the furniture different shades of black and grey that stand out from the walls but blend well together. Everything is immaculate, not a single bit of clutter to be seen and you would bet money on the fact that you wouldn’t find a single speck of dust anywhere. The apartment itself is a decent enough size, open and light with large windows that overlook the city. What you assume is the bedroom and facilities are off to the right, hidden away behind black wooden doors that match the one you had just come through. To your left is the open plan kitchen, everything as modern and sparkling clean as the rest of the apartment.
That’s where Dynamite is, effortlessly moving around the space as he pulls cups from the cupboard and sets about making what looks like a fresh pot of coffee. You can’t help but watch him as you make your way over to the sofa, placing your bag down on the coffee table as you go. He’s stopped moving, back turned towards you as he watches the coffee slowly fill the pot. There’s a tension in his shoulders, his hands braced against the counter and causing the muscles in his back to bunch up. You should be ashamed of the fact that you're checking the man out and some part of you is but you were also only human and the man had some quite frankly amazing shoulders and you dared anyone not to take a peak when they were right there, on display for all to see.
Something clicks, Dynamite shifting as he does something with the pot. The movement snaps you out of your daze and feeling embarrassed about your actions you quickly turn your back on the man, desperate to distract yourself from the temptation he presents and once again having to remind yourself that you were supposed to be working. In an attempt to get back on track you unpack your bag, placing your notebook and pencil onto the coffee table followed by your tape recorder and spare tape. You always made notes with this kind of thing but you liked to have a recording to refer back to when it came time to actually write the article, otherwise you ran the risk of misquoting and you refused to be one of those journalists that were always having to apologise for mistakes in their work.
Your jacket comes off next, lead over the back of the armchair you were claiming as your own for the couple of hours you would be here. The chair faced out, giving you an almost complete view of the room whilst also putting you close enough to the door just in case everything went wrong and you had to make a quick getaway. Not that that was going to happen. Hopefully.
Feeling a little bit like a loose end whilst you waited for the hero to come back you decided to have a look around, taking Dynamite’s offer to relax to heart and heading straight to his bookcase. It’s not just books waiting for you on the shelves, a couple of framed photos of the hero with his friends and what you think are his parents dotted around amongst the books on hero theory, engineering, and cooking. There’s an award he had gotten a couple of years ago for saving a school bus full of kids and what looks like a limited edition All Might statue still safely tucked away in its packaging and away from direct sunlight. It’s not a lot but it’s enough to get you interested, questions already forming in your mind that could help you and the public to get to know the hero a little better.
It’s just as you're about to pick up his graduation photo that Dynamite comes back, tray in hand that looks like it was full to bursting. You quickly put the photo back trying to help the man but he out right refused, demanding you sit down and get out of his way before you knock something over. You huff and roll your eyes at that but you do take your seat in the previously claimed armchair, watching the blonde as he unloads a pot of coffee, as well as a milk jug and sugar bowl onto the table along with two cups and a plate of what look like cookies. It’s a lot more than you thought you would get and the next few moments are taken up with the blonde serving you as you talk him through how you take your coffee and sounding just as confused as you felt. You thanked him when he handed you cup over, the hero’s cheeks dusted a light pink as he refused to make eye contact with you. You had used his hero name to address him, the same as you always did with the heroes that you interviewed but apparently that had been the wrong thing to do in this case.
He had pulled a face at you, his nose scrunching up and lip curling to slightly show off his perfect teeth. If you hadn’t been so taken back by the action you probably would have thought it was weirdly adorable but as it was you were too focused on what the man was saying to pay attention to anything else. He didn’t want to be called by his hero name. Said he wasn’t at work so to call him Katsuki or Kats or at the very least Bakugou. Anything but his hero name. It was a weird request from the notoriously private man but everything about this interview was weird and it left you feeling like you were missing something. A feeling you didn’t like.
You nodded, indicating your understanding and after a few second hesitation you had settled on addressing him as Bakugou, not feeling comfortable enough to call him by his first name despite how much you wanted to. He huffs slightly at that, seemingly annoyed by your decision but before you can ask if there’s a problem he’s talking again, demanding you get started before he changes his mind. Not wanting to annoy your boss or his, you decide to let it go for now. The tape recorder gets turned on and you push it further towards the middle of the table so it would pick up the both of you. Once that’s in place you take up your notebook and pen, sinking back into the surprisingly comfortable chair and readying yourself for what’s to come.
The first few questions are a little stiff, Bakugou’s answers short and to the point and not really opening up the conversation. That’s not too much of a problem, the questions are only supposed to be icebreakers and get the man to relax a little. Just simple things about his current rank and his aspirations but they don’t seem to be working, the hero either purposely being difficult or so used to crappy journalists that he didn’t even realise he was doing it. You didn’t know which one was worse.
Frustrated and missing the easy back and forth you had had before at the charity event you try to rack your brain for something that will help him relax a little better than your standard go to questions. Your roaming eyes land back on the photo of Bakugou and friends at graduation. He looks happy, a rare smile on his younger self’s face. Red Riot has his arm slung over the blonde’s shoulder, his smile just as bright as always with Pinky on his other side and clinging to the redhead as she jumps up. On Bakugou’s other side is Chargebolt and Cellophane, the duo with their arms slung around one another and leaning into the blonde. They are all dressed in the U.A ceremony robes, holding on tightly to the pointless bits of paper that say they had successfully graduated, all of them looking like it’s the happiest day of their lives.
You say as much, nodding towards the photo when the blonde gives you a confused look. He stares at it for a moment, the crease between his furrowed brows smoothing out slightly as he smiles softly at what must be a fond memory. It’s easier from there Bakugou finding it easier to talk about his friends then himself but you can work with that. One story leads to another and soon enough your sides hurt from laughing and cheeks ache from how much you have been smiling.
You learn a lot about Bakugou from the things he tells you about his friends, things that he probably doesn’t even realise. Like how much he actually cares for them even though he complains about how much they annoy him and that he’s fiercely loyal and protective of those he lets in. You find out that he hadn’t gotten his provisional licence the first time round thanks to a brief comment about how Chargebolt had teased him about it and gotten an explosive palm to the face for his efforts. Thanks to a story about his graduation party you find out that he doesn’t have that high of an alcohol tolerance, that he’s an excellent just dance player and that his first kiss had been with Froppy during a drunken game of spin the bottle.
The two of you talk for ages and you even offer up your own stories about your time at college and university as well as a few tamer incidents from the work Christmas parties over the years. You don’t mind offering up bits of yourself, the supposed interview seeming more like a conversation between friends than actual work. You had abandoned your notebook a while ago, relying solely on your tape recorder to capture everything you would need. Not that you would use much of this in the interview. It was private, personal and even though the point of this interview was to show people the human side to the loud and somewhat rude hero you didn’t want to taint those significant memories by inviting everyone else into them.
You had been there for a good few hours, the coffee long gone and the conversation a lot more relaxed than it had been. Bakugou was clearly showing off, ginning like a mad man and gesturing with his hands as he tells you about how he had saved a train full of people from a villain with a tentacle quirk. You had seen it on the news but it was still interesting hearing it from his point of view and you were enjoying how animated he was being. So of course, that was when your stomach rumbled loudly and reminded you that your breakfast had barely been able to be called that.
The silence was instantaneous.
You had never been so embarrassed, your face heating up as you stuttered out an apology and some form of explanation that didn’t make you sound like a complete idiot. You didn’t think you were doing that good a job and the way Bakugou was glaring at you had you feeling like you had completely ruined your chance and were about to be told to get out. You're already trying to come up with an acceptable excuse for your boss when Bakugou gets up, calling you an idiot and demanding you follow him into the kitchen. Obviously, you follow him, quickly scrambling up from your seat and only just remembering to grab the tape recorder as you rush past.
You are only a couple of seconds behind him, maybe a minute tops but by the time you’ve made it into the kitchen Bakugou’s already pulling things out of his fridge, mumbling to himself about what he can make with what he’s got. All you can do is stand there and stare at him in shocked silence. It takes him slamming the fridge door to knock you out of your stupor, jumping at the sudden sound like a skittish animal. Your eyes dart between his serious scowl and the way he effortlessly moves around the kitchen, your confused brain too slow to work out exactly what was happening. It’s a surprise you even manage to get words out, let alone form a whole sentence though he doesn’t take too kindly to you asking what he’s doing.
He yells at you again, snapping his head round to glare at you as he calls you an idiot and points out the obvious. Of course, he’s making you lunch. How stupid of you not to realise that was what was happening. You didn’t even know he could cook, most pro-heroes you had interviewed being so busy they stuck to take out or simple ready meals that didn’t take too long to prepare. Bakugou was very much not like the other pros you had interviewed in the past though. The man was an enigma, and this was just one more layer to peel back and explore.
Once the initial shock of having the number four pro-hero cook for you had worn off you had quickly made your way into his kitchen, setting the still recording Dictaphone down and offering to help. You had honestly expected him to kick you out, if not his apartment, then at least the kitchen, the hero notorious for being a bit of a big-headed control freak but to your surprise he had given you a knife and a whole heap of vegetables to clean and cut up. You got to it straight away, following his direction on how he wanted everything, diced, cubed or julienned.
It was surprisingly nice, once he had stopped yelling and bossing you around that is.
It only took a few moments of a slightly awkward silence before you managed to remember why you were there and managed to get back to the interview you were supposed to be conducting. You took the opportunity to talk to him about his love for cooking, learning quickly that Bakugou had a love for all things spicy and a dislike for sweets. You spoke about his favourite dishes to cook, meals that stood out in his memories and why it was so important to him to eat fresh homemade food instead of junk from the grocery store. From there you had gotten into his workout routine and what specific things he had to do so his body could handle his quirk. He didn’t miss the opportunity to scold you for your own poor eating habits or to poke fun at your lack of a workout routine. That had you huffing in annoyance and mumbling under your breath whilst he laughed at you poorly hidden pout.
One moment bleeds into the next and before you know it you are sitting at his dining table with a steaming bowl of ramen in front of you. The food’s incredible, surprisingly so and you can’t help but moan at the first mouthful, mumbling about how good it is even as you shovel in another mouthful. By the time you manage to shut up and notice the awkward silence Bakugou is looking down at his own bowl with furrowed brows and a slight flush on his cheeks. Once again, your back to feeling like a complete idiot, mumbling out an apology and looking anywhere but at the blonde, even when he tells you it’s fine.
It’s back to feeling awkward again and you spend a long couple of minutes eating in silence as you try to work out what the hell you’re supposed to talk about now. Your Dictaphone sat between you again, the tape wiring gently as it ticks over, picking up the silence. You know you have a whole host of questions in your notebook, but you don't want to be rude and leave the table, especially not if the hero is going to start yelling at you. Plus, you don’t want to ask all those invasive questions your boss had been pushing you to and going to get your notes would just remind you of all those invasive and cringey things that apparently everyone wanted to know.
Your eyes dart around the room as you eat, trying to find something to spark a bit of interest and end the weird stalemate you had found yourself in. You’ve already talked about his friends though, as well as some of the things they had gotten up to at school and you don’t want to go back to that topic, feeling like you had gotten enough out of it and not wanting Bakugou to think you're not that interested in him when the opposite was true. You could listen to the other man talk for hours, soaking up every little bit of information you could get like obsessive fan girl you were.
Sighing you sweep you gaze across the top shelf, noting book titles and random little trinkets that could possibly be of use to you. You’re just about ready to sink as low as asking about his reading habits when your eyes land on the All Might figurine again and you smile slightly, knowing what it is you want to ask him next.
Bakugou is a little defensive when you ask him if he’s an All Might fan, his eyes narrowing at you like you're about to start disrespecting one of the greatest heroes of all time. It doesn't take that much effort to ease the blonde's suspicions though and before long the two of you are deep into a debate about the larger-than-life hero’s legacy and the impact that had on the generations of heroes that came after, including Dynamite himself. From there it's easy to move on to how heroes have shaped society and the effects that quirks have had on the development of mankind. It surprises you when Dynamite quotes your own article back at you, the thing having been published a few years prior when you hadn’t been that well of an established journalist. The surprise doesn't last long though as he gets side-tracked ranting about how people were idiots to think that quirk and technological advancements couldn’t happen at the same time, even going as far as to show you a few articles on his phone of research and development programs focused on continuing man’s advances from before quirks had been such a common aspect of life.
It's easy to get lost in conversation, you following behind him as he clears away your empty bowls and still debating quirk regulations and if the rate quirks were evolving was sustainable. When everything’s cleared away the two of you head back to his seating area but this time you ignore the armchair you had previously called dibs on, instead sitting at one end of the sofa whilst Bakugou takes the other end. It’s easy again, talking to the pro-hero and even though you're not keeping to your normal structure when conducting an interview your still making progress. You manage to get answers to about 95% of the questions in your notebook, the other 5% mostly being the ones from your boss about his personal life and relationships. You do almost go there, especially when he mentions one of the other heroes he had been named as dating a while back but it's only a passing comment and you don’t want to sour the mood. So, you let it go, instead letting the conversation head towards his opinions on cross agency cooperation and team ups.
Everything’s going fine until your Dictaphone makes a weird clicking sound followed by a loud beep, the light of front flashing red and signalling your tape is full. It brings the conversation to a sudden halt, the two of you looking down at the small device like it's a bomb about to go off. You had completely forgotten about the recording, so lost in just talking to the normally reserved hero that the actual reason you were here had completely slipped your mind.
Laughing lightly and trying to make a joke about it you go to turn the thing off and replace the tape. It’s only when you look up from your bag, new tape in hand that you notice the setting sun and you realise exactly how long you had been in the hero's home. Horrified that you had taken up so much of the man’s time you try and wrap things up, insisting that you had enough information whilst simultaneously thanking him for his time and apologising for taking up so much of it.
Your halfway to the door, shoving everything back in your bag whilst trying to pull your jacket back on and still rambling about when the interview would be published and thanking him for his time when Bakugou says something that has you almost dropping all your stuff, having to frantically try and save it all from scattering across the floor. You don’t quite manage to keep hold of your notebook and it goes sliding across the wooden floor only to hit the heroes slippered feet and come to a stop between them.
Dinner. Bakugou wants to have dinner. With you.
You've hit your head or were involved in some sort of accident on your way over and this whole day had been your weird fever dream. It was the only explanation to the absolute madness that had been going on. That or this was actually happening and that didn’t seem like the likely option. Things like this did apparently happen though because not five minutes later you're out the door, following behind the hero as he leads you from his apartment complex and down the street.
You end up at a little hole in the wall place not that far from the hero's home, tucked away in the corner and mostly hidden from the rest of the patrons. It’s cosy, intimate but Bakugou doesn’t seem to care, leaning across the table so you can hear him talking over the noise of the busy restaurant around you. Your notebook is on the side of the table, you having had every intention of attempting to keep this work related but it remained unopened, forgotten in favour of spending time with your long-term crush and getting lost in his presence.
Bakugou continues to surprise you, leading the conversation and asking you about your previous work. It turns out it’s not just the one article of yours that he had read, the hero having several questions about previous topics and even taking the time to ask why you had gone into journalism, let alone a hero focused one. It’s nice. You haven't had anyone show such interest in you and your work for some time and you can't help but beam under the hero's attention, enjoying finally getting a chance to ramble about your ideas and theories without feeling like you’re boring them too much. Bakugou for his part seems genuinely interested, listening to what you are saying and having his own points and theories that he’s willing to discuss.
Eventually though it had to end and a couple of hours later the two of you were being ushered out, back onto the street. You’re all smiles, still laughing at something Bakugou had said as you move further down the street. Without any conscious decision the two of you start heading towards the station, walking side by side and talking about some of the people who had previously attempted to interview the blonde and how badly those had gone. It leads to you asking the one question you had been dying to know since the request had come through. Why you? Of all the people that he could have chosen from, what was it that made you the desired choice?
Turns out it is as simple as you had thought, Bakugou reciting your own words back at you about having a friend in your line of work. His boss was going to force this interview on him regardless of his opinions so why not have someone do it that wouldn’t be an asshole about it. You don’t really know what to say to that, laughing awkwardly and mumbling some rubbish about hoping it was an asshole free experience. That has you blushing, groaning at your idiotic words and trying to hide your embarrassment behind your hands. Of course, that was why he had picked you; you had practically told him you would do things his way if he ever needed to give an interview but didn’t want someone taking liberties. You really were stupid to ever think it could have been something else then you just being the easy option.
Things are weird after that. You're a lot quieter than you had been, too busy berating yourself to really hold much of a conversation. Bakugou doesn't say anything either, but you can feel his eyes on you, and you can’t help but feel like he’s judging you, probably thinking that you're a dumb idiot and desperately wishing this was over and done with already. You can’t really blame him; you had taken up most of his day for something that should have only taken a couple of hours. He was only being nice so he could at least keep you on his side when he needed stuff like this doing again in the future.
It’s disappointing but at the end of the day it’s your job and the recognition this one article is going to get you will probably be enough to mean you would never need to do it again. After this you would be able to pick and choose what you wrote about, finally getting to work on subjects you wanted to instead of what your boss left on your desk. Hell, you might even finally be able to go international and wouldn’t that be something. The possibilities would be endless as long as you took the opportunities and now you had successfully managed to interview the most notoriously difficult hero in all of Japan, you would be known as one of the most capable journalists in Japan, managing to accomplish something your most celebrated colleagues hadn’t. So what if it was just because Bakugou had decided to tolerate you enough to make his life easier in the future, you had still made it through the whole thing without being chased off like the rest of them and that really was something to be proud of.
By the time you had made it to the station you had managed to gain back most of your composure, determined to end this as professionally as you should have handled the whole thing. You thank him for his time again, bowing deeply and promising that your article would be good enough to boost his popularity. He’s giving you a weird look when you straighten back up, eyebrows furrowed in confusion and awkwardly holding out your notebook towards you. Eyes wide and panicked you snatch the thing off him, hugging it close to your chest and hoping to every god you know the name of that he hadn’t opened it and seen all those stupid questions your boss had wanted you to ask. You hadn’t even noticed you didn’t have it, only realising you hadn’t picked it up in the restaurant when you tried to work out when the hero would have gotten his hands on it.
He doesn't look at you when you thank him for picking it up, looking off to the side with his hands shoved in his pockets and shoulders hunched. You would have sworn he was blushing as he mumbles something about calling him if you have any more questions but you quickly wright that off as your own stupid mind playing tricks on you. Bakugou leaves quickly after that, grunting out an indifferent latter dumbass and disappearing off down the street before you can even think about uttering your own goodbye. You stand there dumbly for a few long minutes, watching the man’s retreating form until you could no longer see him and trying to understand what bizarre parallel universe you had found yourself in.
Deciding that whatever had been going on today was a problem for tomorrow you made your way down onto the station, only just managing not to miss the train before it sped off again. You slumped down into the seat with a groan, eyes closing and your head tipping back to rest against the glass with a dull thud. You try not to think about it but how could you not? Today had been nothing like you had expected and it had left you tired and feeling like you had whiplash. You were angry at yourself, letting your emotions get in the way of work and probably having made a complete idiot out of yourself yet again in front of the one man you wanted to try and appear like a functioning person to.
Despite the anger though your still stupidly happy and a little in awe because that had happened right? You had actually spent almost the whole day with the Dynamite, actually getting to talk to him instead of having him yelling at you like he did most people. You probably knew more about the man then some of his friends did and wasn’t that a scary thought, knowing so much about a person who, really you had no sort of connection with that would warrant that kind of information being shared with you. You would have to be extremely careful about what information you included in the article, making sure you gave the public just an impression of the man he was behind the angry yelling and large explosions without giving too much personal stuff away.
Sighing you leant forward, pulling out a pen and flipping open your notebook in an attempt to start outlining the things you wanted to include and things you were planning to take to your grave. It’s as you're flicking through the pages, quietly mumbling to yourself about structure and flow that something catches your eye and you feel your heart skip a beat before slamming away painfully at breakneck speed. It’s the pages you have the question on that your boss had wanted you to ask, each one with just one empty line between because you had known that Bakugou wouldn’t answered them except, well, someone had. Underneath each question is a simple answer in a neat but hurried scrawl that most definitely wasn’t yours.
There stupid questions, prying into the man’s past relationships, sexual habits and what he likes in a partner. There are even questions about the kind of underwear he wears and even if he’s currently seeing anyone. You would never have asked them in a million years, wouldn’t even have asked someone like Hawks who was way to free with that kind of information and yet now you knew that Bakugou liked people that interested him, wore black Calvin Klein boxers and was currently single. That's not what has your mouth hanging open like a fish though, eyes so wide that you feared they would pop out of your head. No, what had your attention was Bakugou’s full name across the bottom of the page and a series of numbers that could only be his phone number.
Your brain can’t process it, staring at it like it's a bloody unicorn or something because why would the number four hero write what you are assuming is his personal contact number in your notebook under a bunch of way too personal questions that were mostly about his sex life and relationships. Your hands are shaking, nails digging into the soft leather of the cover. Everything’s silent, your head full of static so thick you feel almost like you're hallucinating. Maybe you were because there was no way this was what you thought it was. It couldn’t be. Right?
The train stops, the person two seats down from you getting up to get off. The sudden movement has you jerking back to reality like you had just been slapped, slamming the book shut and quickly shoving it into your bag in case someone was to see it. You pull your bag onto your lap, wrapping your arms around it as the next lot of commuters get on the train. You're well aware of what you must look like, head down and clutching your bag like you're afraid someone’s going to steal it or worse, see what you have hiding in it. The notebook feels like it’s made of lead, heavy and undeniably there, just like the ball of dread that was growing in your stomach with every passing second.
This can’t be real. He couldn't actually have given you his number but it’s there, in big bold writing that can’t be ignored. You don’t know what to do with it, what to make of it’s sudden appearance not only in the book but in your life. Why would he give this to you? You hadn’t asked for it, hadn’t said anything that would have given him the idea to do this and yet here you were, now the confused and slightly panicked owner of a bit of information you would never have thought you would get.
A/N: I do believe that is everyone but if I have missed someone out do let me know. Sorry it’s taken so long I’m a dirty rotten procrastinator and got distracted along the way.
Pairing: pro hero Bakugou Katsuki x gender neutral reader
Warnings: a hand full of swear words and the briefest most non-descriptive mention of sex having happened at some point
A/N: happy white day, here have some more fluffy goodness 😘
A continuation of this
This was turning into a nightmare.
Not the moving in together. No that had gone as perfectly as it could and true to his work Katsuki had been in before the end of the week, his stuff easily fitting in with yours. He had already been practically living at yours any way so it hadn’t been that big a deal, the two of you already used to sharing the same space. Sure there had been a few teething issues but that was to be expected. You were spending more time together than you had been, now not just working in the same agency but living together as well and there were bound to be a few personality quirks that neither of you had known about the other until you were actually living together. They weren’t deal breakers but they were annoying and compromises had to be made so you didn’t start screaming at one another.
It didn’t help that for the first couple of weeks your schedules didn’t quite match up, resulting in a miscommunication that led to your first big argument. You were both stubborn to a fault and those first couple of days afterwards had been full of a tense silence that neither of you had known how to fix. It had taken dunce face of all people to work out what exactly had gone wrong and point it out to the both of you, leading to a very awkward apology from the both of you and a promise to communicate better. Since then things had been fine, great even and the two of you were back to normal, Katsuki smugly rubbing his relationship in the faces of his single friends.
No, the problem Katsuki had was that he needed to come up with some gesture for white day that was equal if not better than you asking him to move in with you on Valentine’s Day and he had nothing.
Zilch.
Zip.
Nada.
It was driving him crazy, Katsuki unable to come up with anything even remotely worthwhile and his idiot friends were being no help, suggesting mundane boring shit that Katsuki had no intention of doing. Taking you out to some fancy dinner just wasn’t good enough and Mina’s suggestion of a romantic getaway to some tropical island just wasn’t feasible, the two of you so busy with work that you would never get the time off. Not that either of you would ever ask for it anyway. And anyway, Katsuki didn’t do all that romantic crap and you wouldn’t expect it of him anyway but it just made this kind of thing bloody harder than it already was.
He had toyed with the idea of asking you to marry him, and had even gone as far as to ask Eijiro to go ring shopping with him. That had been a mistake. Though the redhead had agreed to help Katsuki had been able to tell right from the get go that his friend had had his reservations about the whole thing and not five minutes into the first jewellery shop he had started prodding and poking, asking Katsuki if he didn’t think something like that was to soon, that he was rushing into things when you had only been together a short while.
That had pissed him off, Katsuki barely keeping from yelling at him but he supposed it was kind of his fault Eijiro would think that. To everyone else it probably did look like the two of you were moving too fast, but that’s what happens when you keep your relationship secret, even from your closest friends. Everyone thinks the two of you decided to date one day and then moved in together straight away when in reality you were already months into your relationship before Katsuki had even started staying at yours the night, let alone thinking about living with you. He didn’t rush into things, not things like that anyway and the fact that his closest friend still believed he had kind of pissed him off. It had got Katsuki thinking though and that had just pissed him off even more.
What if it was too soon? The two of you had only been actually dating six months with a couple of months of fooling around before that. Eijiro had been dating Mina for four years before he asked her to marry him and Deku had managed to wait two years before giving into icyhot’s insistent demand to get married. Maybe he was rushing into things. Just because you now lived together and had gone public with your relationship didn’t mean that either of you were ready for that, or even wanted to go down that route. Well, Katsuki did. He would be happy to go down to the registry office now and tie himself to you until death did you part. But that was him, he had no clue what you wanted going forward so he had let Eijiro talk him out of his somewhat rash decision and sent him home empty handed angry and panicking about what the hell he was supposed to do now.
Apparently nothing because white day was already here and Katsuki was left standing in the locker room of the agency dressed in his street clothes and yanking at his hair because he was about to head home empty handed and that was completely unacceptable. Katsuki was never unprepared. Never and the fact that he was going into this with no plan let alone a back up one had him spiralling into a panic quicker then his howitzer attack had him spinning.
“Fuck!” Katsuki yelled, slamming his fist into his locker. He knew he was overreacting. Knew that you wouldn’t care if he came home empty handed and admitted to defeat but he had never once conceded a fight and he wasn’t about to now. It was fine. Everything would be fine. He just needed to come up with something. Something that was going to blow your socks off and show that not only was Katsuki serious about your relationship but that he was an amazing partner, the best in fact. Something that should be easy because Katsuki was the best at everything so why was this proving to be so bloody difficult?
Groaning Katsuki tipped forward, letting his head smack into his closed locker with a dull thud. “Stupid. Useless. Idiot,” he grumbled, smacking his head against the cool metal after every word. Why was this so bloody hard for him? It was just a gesture, a physical representation of his feelings but he had always been shit at expressing his true feelings and it seemed like no matter what he was never going to grow out of that. Whoever said age brought maturity was a liar. Katsuki didn’t feel any more prepared for this kind of situation then he would have coming out of high school.
“You know, if you keep hitting your head like that you’re going to end up damaging the pretty face of yours.” Katsuki’s head jerked up and round at the familiar voice, eyes going wide when he found you leaning against the looker room doors, an amused smile on your face as you stared at him fondly. He jerked away from the lockers, stumbling slightly as he frantically tried to sort out his hair. It was ridiculous but Katsuki felt like he had been caught doing something he shouldn’t have been, like he was five again and caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
“What are you doing here?” Katsuki winced slightly at his harsh and slightly accusatory tone, his loud voice echoing around the large and empty room. He supposes he should be thankful that your amused smile didn’t falter even as you raised an eyebrow at his sudden outburst. “Just finished up, thought we could go home together.” Katsuki wanted to groan and smack his head against the locker again at your stupid answer. You were supposed to have gone home over an hour ago giving Katsuki the time to do something before you expected him back at the apartment.
Now he had no time at all. Not even a second to come up with something he could do on your next day off together. You were there already, waiting for him to do this grand romantic gesture that he just didn’t have. He could maybe put it off until you got back to the apartment, hell he might even be able to come up with something but it wouldn’t be anything near what he wanted it to be. Shit, he was a failure. How the hell was he supposed to prove how he felt about you if he couldn’t do something as simple as get you something for bloody white day.
“Hey, you good?” Katsuki hadn’t even noticed you had moved, not till your hand was on his cheek and you were standing before him, your smile long gone and replaced with a worried frown. Gritting his jaw, Katsuki turned his head away from you, not feeling like he deserved your concern. Your hand fell away from his face, leaving his cheek feeling cold and tingling. This was it, he had to tell you he was a lousy boyfriend and hadn’t gotten you anything for white day. Fuck, he was pathetic, getting so worked up over this pointless shit but you had been expecting something of him dammit and he hated that he had let you down.
“I don’t have anything for you,” Katsuki forced out, still refusing to look at you and feeling his cheeks begin to burn from embarrassment and shame. He braced himself for it, the disbelieving ‘what’ you were bound to give him followed by a disappointed sigh and a couple of days worth of silent treatment for his failure to reciprocate your gesture of commitment. He would deserve it, after all what kind of boyfriend failed to reciprocate their partner's valentines gift.
“Ok,” you dragged out, “Were you meant to?” Scrunching his nose up at the obvious confusion in your voice Katsuki finally turned to look at you again. Your confusion was obvious, your head tilted to the side slightly and your brows furrowed. Scowling, Katsuki really looked at you, trying to work out if you were being dense on purpose or if you really had no clue what the hell he was on about. From the way you were looking at him like he had grown a second head Katsuki was inclined to go with the latter. “It’s white day,” he said slowly, like you were some kind of idiot that needed him to spell it out for you to understand what was going on. Your brows furrowed even more. “Yeah, and?”
Katsuki just stood there staring unblinkingly at you, your complete and utter lack of understanding taking him by surprise. You couldn’t actually be that dense. How did you not realise what that meant, what was expected of him. Hell, you had even said when you gave him the key to your place that you were expecting him to top that and yet here you were, acting like you had no recollection of that ever happening and that he was the crazy one out of the two of you. All week he had been working himself up into a mess, panicking over what you were expecting of him when apparently you didn’t even understand what kind of pressure you saying something like that would put him under.
“And I don’t have anything to give you,” Katsuki yelled, his frustration finally getting the better of him. You blinked owlishly at him, taking a slight step back at his angry outburst. The two of you fell into silence, Katsuki breathing heavily and glaring whilst your eyes darted over him like you were looking for an explanation to his weird behaviour. Katsuki could see it, the moment you realised what was going on, your eyes going wide in surprise. “Oh.” Katsuki scoffed at that, crossing his arms over his chest and once again turning his head away from you so he could glare at his closed locker.
Oh. That’s all you had to say for yourself, just oh. Like this wasn’t all your fault. How had you forgotten after daring him like that? Practically forcing him to take part in a stupid tradition that he otherwise wouldn’t have had anything to do with. Was this all some kind of joke to you, getting him to the point of mental exhaustion all because he was trying to live up to your expectations of what kind of partner he would be. Shit, he had been ready to marry you and you had bloody forgotten what white day even was. “You know I didn’t expect anything right.”
Katsuki’s head snapped round so quickly he was almost worried he was going to break his neck. “Huh?” What the hell did you mean you hadn’t been expecting anything from him? Did you think so little of him that you had already written him off, deciding he would be a shitty boyfriend without even giving him the chance to prove you wrong? “You're not into this kind of thing,” you shrugged, like that was enough of a reason for you to be looking down on him and treating him like he was incapable of doing something like you had. It pissed him off and Katsuki could feel himself getting angrier and angrier.
“If you weren’t expecting anything in return then why the hell would you wait till Valentines Day to give me the key to your shitty apartment?” Katsuki yelled, his palm crackling and popping with his quirk as he gestured toward the locker room doors. You had the decency to wince slightly, rubbing at the back of your neck and looking like a kicked puppy. Groaning you dropped down onto the bench behind you, elbows resting on your spread knees and head hanging down between your arms and fingers laced together behind your head. You looked like you were bracing yourself for impact, shielding all your vital organs from a blow that could possibly hurt you. Katsuki didn’t like it, not used to seeing you in such a position of surrender. Suddenly he felt wrong footed, like he had missed stepped somewhere and now he was standing in a sheet of ice that was cracking under him and threatening to give out at any moment. He really didn’t like that feeling.
“It was Valentine’s Day, just seemed like the right time to show you I was serious about us.” It was Katsuki’s turn to blink at you like he was a dumb idiot. Was it really that simple? Valentine’s Day was supposed to be for people to declare their feelings to the person they liked, letting them know their feelings by offering up a gift. If you accept the gift you were also accepting that person's feelings. Had that really been all you were doing, using the romantic holiday to help get across your feelings and Katsuki was just to stupid to see it. That didn’t change anything though. It was white day and Katsuki was supposed to give you a gift in return to show you he felt the same but you had never actually expected him to so did that mean you didn’t think he was as serious about this relationship as you were? Was that why you didn’t seem to care that he hadn’t been able to return the sentiment? But he had agreed to move in with you so surely that was proof enough of how he felt. He didn’t do things he didn’t want to and if he hadn't wanted to live with you he would have told you there and then.
Wordlessly Katsuki sank down onto the bench next to you, your bodies pressed so close together you were practically touching. You looked up then, those sharp and calculating eyes watching him intently for any sign that he was about start yelling at you. When you didn’t find any you relaxed slightly, leaning into him slightly and shrinking the already small gap between the two of you. “Plus I wanted to see how flustered you would get at getting an anonymous valentines,” you said teasingly, a soft smile on your lips as you nudged your shoulder against him. Katsuki couldn’t help but huff in amusement, his lips curling up at the edges ever so slightly. “Asshole,” he mumbled but there was no heat to it and the gentle laughter it got him was enough to have his chest tightening and his stomach fluttering like he had swallowed a butterfly. Pathetic really but he was used to it at this point.
“Look,” you started, all playfulness gone from your voice and Katsuki turned to look at you only to find you staring at the lockers with the same serious look on your face that you got at a briefing. “I knew when we started this that you weren’t the kind of person to make big romantic gestures and sprout flowery words of love and devotion and I don’t want you to think you have to be anything other than who you are to make me happy.” Katsuki’s chest tightened painfully at that, his throat suddenly dryer then the Sahara and eyes wide.
No one had ever said anything like that to him before. That he was good enough as he was to make someone happy. His whole life had been about improving himself, about becoming the best he could ever be and constantly pushing himself to become more than what he already was. Sure he had gotten praised for his effort’s, had gotten enough of that to last him a lifetime but there had always been something negative they would pick at, that they would tag onto the end. Bakugou’s quirks are amazing but his personality is horrible, he’s far too mean to be a hero. Bakugou took down that villain so quickly and without any casualties but he’s so violent, if he wants to get anywhere he really needs to calm down or no one will want him to save them. There was always something, a but that pushed him to work harder, to push himself to his limits and beyond but not you. Never with you.
He didn’t know what to do, his instincts demanding he lash out or laugh it off, declaring that obviously he would make you happy because he was the best but his words had abandoned him, leaving him to look at you like the love struck idiot he was.
Turning, you lent into him, cupping his cheek and pressing your forehead against his. This close Katsuki could see all the different shades in your eyes and feel your breath on his lips. It felt intimate, more so than all the times before when you had cuddled up close or exchanged kisses after a rather passionate round of sex. This was different to those moments, it felt heavier, important. Like everything was going to change after this and Katsuki didn’t know if that was a good thing or not.
“I love you,” you stated matter-of-factly, looking at him in the eyes as you ripped his world apart, “the way you are so please, just be you because that’s enough for me. You’re enough for me, just as you are.” Katsuki was shaking, a hand gripping at the front of his shirt over his frantically breathing heart like that was somehow going to stop it from beating right out of his chest. Everything was too much, the emotions overwhelming him and leaving him with tears running down his cheeks and a feeling in his chest so bright and painful that Katsuki was afraid he was going to pass out. You loved him, had said it twice now so there was no denying it’s now. He had never been good at expressing how he felt, especially with words. No Katsuki was better with actions so instead of even attempting to talk he instead fisted his free hand in the front of your shirt and yanked you forward, smashing his lips against yours and swallowing your surprised cry.
It was messy and desperate, tasting like Katsuki’s tears but he couldn’t stop not even if he had wanted to. You loved him. Him. The loud mouth blond with an explosive personality to match his quirk and a bedside manner so bad the agency had banned him from talking to any victims of villain attacks just in case he made things worse. You knew all that though and loved him anyway, despite his failures and shortcomings. He never thought he would be the kind of person to get all mushy and emotional over a live confession but things had never quite gone the way he thought they would with you so why would this be any different.
Eventually the need to breathe became too much and reluctantly Katsuki pulled away, hastily rubbing at his eyes now the tears had stopped. Leaning back in Katsuki rested his forehead back against yours, his hands settling on your waist as you draped your arms over his shoulders. “Love you too, dumbass,” Katsuki admitted, his chest tightening painfully as he waited for your reaction. You were the first person he had ever said that to and though you had said it first there was still that annoying feeling of apprehension that this was all some kind of big joke and you were going to laugh in his face and leave him broken and unwanted.
You smiled brightly at his words, leaning in and stealing a quick kiss before pulling back before he could deepen it. “Good because you're stuck with me now.” Katsuki had wanted to say something along the lines of ‘just try and get rid of me’ or something like ‘good’ but that wasn’t what he ended up saying to you. No, what he blurted out were two words he had sworn he wasn’t going to even utter until you had at least another year in your relationship but apparently his brain to mouth filter was fucked and he was blurting out every idiotic thought that entered his head.
“Marry me.”
Katsuki groaned as soon as the words were out of his mouth, already trying to come up with a way to take it back that didn’t involve him just demanding you forget you had even heard anything. There was a moment of stunned silence before you had started to laugh and Katsuki seriously considered moving to Alaska. “Shut up,” he grumbled, shoving away from you and shuffling down the bench so he was no longer touching you. It was his turn now to bury his head in his hands, fingers sinking into his spikes so he could tug at the strands in frustration.
What was wrong with him, spewing rubbish like that? Hadn’t he just decided a week ago that the two of you weren’t ready for that yet. That it was too soon, too risky to bring that sort of thing up without knowing how you felt about it. Fuck. What if he had just ruined everything and you took it all back, scared off by how fast he was moving? Your laughing wasn’t helping though it had died down into a gentle chuckle now. He supposes he should be grateful for your laughing, giving him the opportunity to play it off like it’s some kind of joke but from how hot his face feels Katsuki didn’t feel he would be that successful in convincing you of that. “Sure Kats, I’d love to marry you.”
The would slowed then, Katsuki feeling like he’s moving through water as he turns to look at you. He must look like a mess, hair sticking up in weird angles and eyes bloodshot from crying, his face burning red even though it feels like it’s rapidly losing colour as he struggles to understand what the hell just happened. You look happy, smiling at Katsuki as he looks at you as if you're some kind of monster from a horror film. He imagined that right. There was no way you actually accepted this piss poor excuse of a proposal.
“What?” he managed to croak out, his throat back to feeling like he had swallowed a fist full of sand. You don’t stop smiling even as you roll your eyes at him. “Me. You. Marriage,” you deadpans, pointing between the two of you and then your ring finger, like he wouldn’t be able to understand without the visual queues. “Honestly Katsuki, you shouldn’t go around asking people this sort of thing if you don’t mean it…ah!” Katsuki didn’t give you time to finish whatever it was you were prattling about, lunging across the small space and pressing his lips against yours in a hungry and demanding kiss.
You fell back at the sudden extra weight, sprawling across the bench and trapped under Katsuki who had moved with you, never once taking his lips off yours. Once the initial shock had worn off you began to kiss back, wrapping your arms back around his neck and practically melting against him. Katsuki groaned, wrapping his arms around you and slotting easily between your spread legs. The kiss went on for a while, both of you panting when he finally pulled back. You looked good like that, slightly dazed from his kisses and lips red and puffy. Too good really, considering where you were and though he really wanted to show you how much he loved you he didn’t want some extra walking in and seeing a part of you that was only for Katsuki.
Trying to get back some form of control Katsuki pressed his face into the crook of your neck, his eyes closed and just listening to the sound of your breathing.
You had said yes and to that pathetic accidental proposal at that. Shit. He didn’t have a ring to give you, not after letting that idiot Eijiro talk him out of getting one for you. Ha! Prove him wrong didn’t you. Katsuki would make sure to yell at him next time he saw him whilst pointing out how wrong he had been. Katsuki still needed to get you a ring though but maybe this time you could come with him instead. Katsuki smiled at that, pressing it into your neck as he imagined you in the middle of a jewellery store, fingers adorned with diamonds and rubies as you decided what ring would be good enough to show the world that you were his.
“So,” you said, dragging out the o and pulling Katsuki away from his fantasy. He automatically tensed up at your tone that suggested he wasn’t going to like what came out of your mouth next. Do you want to introduce me to your parents before or after you tell them we’re engaged?” Katsuki’s smile fell instantly at your words, dread filling him once more.
Fuck.
He hadn’t even told the old hag he was moving let alone he was dating someone and now he was going to have to skip all that and tell her that he was getting married after only being in a relationship for six months.
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