Toji Had A Thick Dick. It Was Long, But That Didn't Make His Dick Special; It Was All In The Girth And

toji had a thick dick. it was long, but that didn't make his dick special; it was all in the girth and how it stretched out your walls every time he slid inside of you. what made it better was how you wrapped around him, and each time he pushed into you, your body reacted to his every move.

he knew how to use it; he didn't just push himself into you all willy-nilly; he made sure you were wet and slowly slid himself into you, pushing your thighs back, his grip tight as he pushed himself deep inside until he felt the tip of his dick kissing your sweet spot.

the way he pushes his hips against your ass, and you feel his dick twitching against you and stretching out your walls, made your stomach cave in. it felt like his dick was never going to stop stretching you out. it’s like the deeper he went, the more it felt better, especially when he added a second stimulation to your body. 

his hand on your breast as he slowly plays with your nipple, pushing himself deeper inside of you, your walls clamping against him. his dick twitching as he pushed deeper inside of you, your slick walls all on him. 

when he was deep inside of you, the tip of his dick pressing on your sweet spot for as long as he could without you whining. his chest rising and falling with great speed when he feels you tighten around him, his thumb on your clit, swirling it around so he could feel you tighten around him more. 

that’s what he loved so much about pushing himself deep inside of you; you felt too good and could handle yourself well when he was thrusting in and out of you while he put his whole body weight on you, thrusting his hips inside of you every second, not taking a break. 

he could practically feel the blood rush to his dick each time he pushed deeper inside of you, having you wrap around him tighter and your back are off of your mattress, moaning for him to give you more, knowing that what he was giving you was enough. 

one of his hands on your boob and the other on your clit, the stimulation you were getting from everything he was giving to you made your head fuzzy and your body not with arousal. 

body shaking, and your body paralyzed from the pleasure he was giving you; he knew how to fuck you good; you never wanted him to stop; you never wanted his dick to leave your body; he felt the same way. 

toji wanted to stay inside of you and stretch you out until his dick was imprinted inside of you, so that only you could take him and no one else could, not comparing to him. 

even if you thought about fucking someone else, your pussy would ache wanting him inside of you, wanting him to rub his hands all over you and fuck you until you’re whining for him to stop. 

his head thrown back as he pushes into you and lays his hands on you, making sure to feel your body heat up whenever he was close to making you cum. 

whenever he finished, his dick would push against your walls while your walls wrapped around him tightly, squeezing the cum out of you and your pussy slick on his dick. 

his dick was fucking amazing.

Bakugou really makes my size kink go wild, he's just so big and strong that even when he's gentle there's no way I could escape his hold. Definitely the type to go "Don't worry honey, i'll make it fit." when you tell him his cock is too big for you.

YESSSS he just makes me go feral everytime i think about how big he is and that dialogue just 😮‍💨 drives me insane

imagine the back shots with him, just slowly working his cock in and stretching you out until you’re walls get accustomed to his size so he can start ramming into you

large hand pressing against your lower spine as you arch your back deeper for him, stretching your arms in front of you and spreading your legs wider to display your dripping cunt to him

dragging the tip of his cock from your clit and through your messy folds, teasing your entrance before trailing up to your tight rim as he rubs the length of his cock between your ass cheeks

“you ready for me, baby?”, he teases while aligning himself with you

“mhm”, you moan back to him whilst pulling your bottom lip between your teeth in anticipation

pushing the tip of his cock inside your pussy, slowly thrusting into you as he works his cock deeper and deeper each time, feeling your walls clench around him the more he stretches your insides

“that’s it, let me in”, he whispers while his hand rests above your ass, teasing your tight rim with his thumb

“a-ah kats, it’s too big”, you whine while fisting the sheets in front of you. slowly rocking your hips back into him as he continues to stretch out your quivering cunt

“i know, but you can take it, can’t you?”, he teases while leaning down to whisper in your ear. a shiver running down your spine at the mixture of his words combined with the weight of his bulking presence mounting over you and the sheer size of his cock buried almost completely inside of you

you can only respond with a moan as you look over your shoulder to meet his gaze, placing a quick kiss against your lips and another on your shoulder before leaning back. both hands gripping your hips whilst his thrust start to pick up pace

heavy balls slapping against your swollen clit whilst the force from his cock pummeling into your cunt makes your body jerk as you rock back into him to meet his thrusts. your sensitive nipples rubbing against the sheets below you adding more stimulation as you start to feel the knot inside your stomach form

not stopping his thrusts even after you cum, only ramming into you from behind quicker as his fingers trails up your spine to tangle with the hairs at the base of your scalp

pulling you back into him as he makes you fuck yourself on his cock, slamming his hips forward to meet yours while your cunt drips all over him

not letting up until he’s satisfied and your insides take the shape of his thick cock

Me Quiero Enamorar.

pair : bakugou x afab!reader

warning(s) : just soft, soft baku soft baku, loving sex, a lil angsty, hospital sex?, semi-public sex, mentions of injuries, biting, unprotected sex, hair pulling, this is more fluff than smut 😭

bakugou wants many things. he wants to be #1. he wants to be the best. he wants to do, be and have many things. but one of the things he wants the most, is you. bakugou loves you dearly. although he's not very upfront with how deep his love is for you, his love is everlasting and sincere. he's had many girlfriends before, but you're different. you can actually put up with his ego and intolerant attitude with a laugh, not wasting a second to insult him back.

no, you're so much more different than that. you're genuine, you're not fake and "all smiles," like some of these chumps claim to be. you wear your emotions on your sleeve, and never hesitate to say it how it is. he used to be annoyed by how emotional and bratty you are, but now, boy, does he really admire you for it. it's not something he can easily do, he'd rather die than cry in front of an audience, but you do it so easily it's like second nature.

you're different, because you love him. you love him for who he is. you don't try to conform or change him, nor do you ever get scared of his random tantrums and odd behaviors. you actually hear him out during one of his long rants, even if you disagree. what he loves most is that you're upfront when you don't like something, but you're not necessarily pushy with it either. you simply inform him why you disagree with something he's said. god, does that "nerdy" aspect of your personality lead to many deep conversations late in the night.

you're different, because he loves you so much, sometimes he's afraid to loose you. it's a worry that has him thinking late at night. his fingers are mindlessly twirling your soft locks in his hair, eyes staring at nothing at in particular. what if one day you'd leave him because of his own flaws? he'd never admit those thoughts, but somehow you find out either way. you'd take his cheeks into your palms, gently holding him like he's fine china, like he's the one who would cry any minute.

"don't be so silly. if i can handle these bastards, then i can certainly handle you."

oh, how earlier you were a feet away from death's door. such a big statement from a small fragile girl from you. he should've known he'd have to take your words with a grain of salt, as of now, you're laying in a hospital bed with bandages covering 60% of your body.

he mindlessly kisses the back of your hands, gently holding your hands in his own. he's also injured, but that doesn't matter, you're what matters to him. all he wants to hear right now is that you'll be okay, and that you're going to walk out of this hospital with him eventually. even though you are reassuring him with the little strength you have, the ghostly grip your hands can muster has him maybe not taking you seriously.

"'katsu'.." you rasped, bandaged hand coming up to the swell of his cheek. the low eyes he's fronting has you knowing what he's thinking. he's quiet, almost having not said a word in a record-time of 10 minutes. his face is relaxed, almost showing no emotion at all. you take this opportunity to focus on the small details of his face. it's almost unfair, a boy like him shouldn't have such perfect skin.

like a cat, he leans into your hand, seeking the warmth of your body. the soft illumination of the moon is the only light you have. he snuck out to your room, after all the nurses didn't allow him to do so much as sit up. his calloused hand comes up to your wrist, mouth placing gentle kisses on the tips of your fingers, palm and wrist. he's trailing soft pecks up and down your bandages before you wrap your fingers around his shirt's collar, softly guiding him up closer to you and your bed.

he silently abided, eyes full of confusion before he knowingly leans in for a kiss on the lips. the kiss is slow paced, almost still, like two slow dancers. he pulls a few inches away from you, eyes almost closed as he basks in your close presence before you're pulling him back in again, deepening the kiss. it's not long before finally climbs onto the bed in defeat. arms caged around your head, one of his arms is propped on it's elbow for support while his other free hand softly holds your jaw.

he wants to be like this with you forever. he just wants to play with your stupid hair, with you healthily laying stupidly content in a stupid bed. but he can't have that. all he gets right now is him playing with your stupid damaged hair, with you stupidly being injured, in a stupid damn hospital bed.

when you try to slip your tongue between his lips, it has him shaking his head in disagreement. no. you're too injured and fragile right now. he pulls away to diffuse the sexual tension, eyes watching with guilt as you whine like a child for his attention and touch.

but how could he? how could he muster to touch you intimately when he literally felt the warmth get sucked right out of your then limp and battered body less than 24 hours ago? of course he wants to. he would never resist you, but right now, just isn't the right time.

he's about to pull away from you entirely and call it a night when he stops in his tracks after you cry out his name, pain and sadness evident in your voice. "katsuki, i want you, please."

god, he wants you too.

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he slowly sinks his cock into you, taking his sweet time, wanting to feel you forever and ever. his nose is snug with your neck, inhaling your sweet, almost toxic scent. you mewl out his name, asking for him to go deeper. he abides to your request, hips rocking into yours, his cock's tip kissing your cervix.

you claw at his back, leaving angry red marks on his back bones and shoulders. his shirt has been thrown off somewhere, leaving his bare torso naked. your hands explore his skin, you've done it many times before, but you still cannot but help to run your hands along the harsh defined lines of his toned muscles.

he leaves soft kisses on your neck, tongue licking and sucking on your sensitive vein. his hands remain on your waist, occasionally squeezing when you clench around him so nicely it has him holding back a groan. he wonders how the nurses haven't found out already. or maybe they already know, which is why no nurse has came in to check in on you.

who knows, who cares. one of his hands come up to your breast, massaging the mound and pinching your sensitive bud. you arch your back in response, pushing yourself impossibly closer to him. his hands lightly push you back against the bed. "relax, i'll take care of you." he whispers, laying a chaste kiss onto your jawline.

he leans up for a minute to hook one of his arms underneath one of your knees, bending it upwards for a better position. the new position has you gasping out, hands clawing at bakugou's poor shoulders and biceps. he pays no mind to the scratches on his already injured body, if they are from you, then it's okay. he wouldn't mind if one of your scratches turned into a long lasting scar.

his focus is distracted when you clench impossibly tighter around him. he throws his nose back into your neck, trying to hide his low moans and expressions. you wrap your arms around his neck, embracing him as your orgasm comes closer with every rock of his hips.

"katsu'.." you cry out, hand coming up to pull on the roots of his hair, earning a low grunt. he hums in response, already knowing to bring his hand down to your clit, rubbing tight circles onto your puffy bud. within a few seconds, your hands dig small crescents into his back, eyes clenched shut in ecstasy as your orgasm washes over you.

he comes to a full stop as your walls clench down on him almost painfully, biting down onto your shoulder as his own orgasm takes over him, grunting as he spills into you.

the two of you bask in each other's presence following your orgasms. he's careful not to put his full body weight on top of you as he lays his head against your chest, eyes lulling closed as he listens to the faint melody that is your heart.

as you play with his hair, his arm comes up to rest over your stomach. your heart hums him to sleep. he loves you, he loves this. he just wants you, and he wants something like this, forever and ever.

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TITLE: do you still think about me?

PAIRING: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

SUMMARY: Okay, so you had the biggest, most embarrassing crush on Bakugou when you were both in high school. He was kind of your first love, if you believe in those kinds of things. But you got over it. It's fine.

You see Bakugou sometimes at hangouts, at get-togethers. He's in your orbit, or you're in his, because of your mutual friends. You're all adults now, so it's fine. It's a little weird, but fine.

You're supposed to be on vacation, at a place that's hours away from Musutafu. You're not sure what you've done to deserve it, but Bakugou's here too. And instead of both of you pretending the other doesn't exist, as usual, he's talking to you. He's everywhere. It's fine.

(It's not fine.)

TAGS: pro hero Bakugou Katsuki, aged-up characters, friends to lovers (being generous with that friends label lol), fluff, pining, eventual smut

The ryokan’s lobby is bustling, voices a soft buzz echoing through the space. Some guests are like you, waiting for check-in, and other guests are partaking in the complimentary drinks and snack bar. It all calls to mind vacations you went on with your family, growing up. 

Sighing, you sink into an armchair, letting the fatigue from a long trip on a train and subsequent car ride sink in, shed off. 

“Here,” Rie says, setting a cup of tea and a cookie on the table in front of you. She sits in the chair across from you. “You’re grumpy because you haven’t had any sugar today. Eat these. There’s more up front, at the snack bar.” 

“Thanks mom,” you say, and she leans forward to flick you on the forehead. You wince. 

“Just because we’re friends doesn’t mean you can get away with your sass. Especially while we’re on vacation,” she tells you, then lifts her own cup of tea to her lips. You scrunch your face up at her. 

Her eyes flick past you, and she blinks rapidly. You recognize that expression—up to no good. 

“Oh hey,” she says, affecting a casual tone. “Look who just walked in.” 

Rie waits for you to look, but you’re not so easily led around. You narrow your eyes at her. She raises a brow at you. A moment passes. 

Your curiosity’s too strong. You turn and regret it. 

It’s Bakugou. Bakugou Katsuki. What the hell is he doing here?

You immediately swing back around, scowling deeply. You can feel your ears getting warm. 

She gives you a Cheshire grin, finger gunning you. “It’s your first love.”

“Rie, I will leave.” 

She scoffs. “Yeah, right. And miss out on the massages we booked? The onsen? I don’t think so.”

“You don’t know what I’m capable of,” you say darkly. 

She snickers, tilts her head at you. “You don’t want to say hi?” 

“Not really, no,” you say. “And if you call him over, I’ll kill you. Hanta will be sad, but he’ll get over it.” 

Rie laughs. “I don’t know about that. He is dating me, after all.”

“I’ve known him longer. He’ll forgive me.” 

The two of you switch over your attention to an approaching receptionist. 

“Thank you so much for waiting,” he says. “Your room is ready now. Please follow our staff. We’ll take care of your bags.”

You let them take your luggage, too distracted by staying out of Bakugou’s line of sight to pay attention to the small talk the receptionist’s making. Thankfully Rie’s chatting cheerfully with him, leaving you to your task. 

As you enter a hallway leading off the lobby area, you catch a last glimpse of Bakugou. He’s speaking to a staff member at the front desk area, presumably checking in. He’s alone. You wonder if anyone will be joining him, or if he’s here by himself. 

Shaking your head, you push away those thoughts. It’s none of your business. This ryokan’s rather large, and it’s popular with tourists and locals alike. You doubt you’ll see him again during your stay. 

You stare doubtfully at the email Sero forwarded you, then look up at him, your eyebrows furrowed. 

“Hanta, this is a luxury onsen ryokan. And you want me to go with Rie? Why aren’t you going?”

Sero claps his hands together in front of his face. “Please? The agency denied my time off request because we’re so busy. You gotta know how busy we are, even holed up in your office.” 

You frown at him. “The agency denied you? That’s crazy. You haven’t taken time off the whole year.” 

“I know, right? Anyway, Rie doesn’t want to go alone, and the reservation at this place is only valid for so long. Cancelling’s not an option.” 

You frown. “If they denied you, they’ll probably deny me too, Hanta.” 

“Noooo, it doesn’t hurt to put in the request! Plus, you haven’t gone on vacation in years. Treat yourself! This can be my months-in-advance birthday gift to you.”

You try one last time. “Are you sure Rie even wants to go with me? I know you want this to be a surprise, but maybe you should ask her if there’s anyone else she’d want to go on a trip with.”

Sero gives you a look, as if you’d just said something unbelievably stupid. “I’m not even going to respond to that.” 

You snort, smiling. “Alright, alright. Thanks, Hanta. I’ll take all the pictures of Rie and send them to you if the agency does grant me the time off.”

Sero slings an arm around your shoulders. “Thanks, bud.” 

“I miss Hanta,” Rie says, collapsing on her back onto the bed. 

You push both of your bags to the side, to be unpacked later. The entire far wall of your room’s lounge area is glass, with a door leading out to the outdoor area and open-air bath, and you give in to your urge to step outside onto the wood, deck-like floor. 

The bath rises from the floor to your right, rectangular, spacious. The staff member told the both of you it’s fed from the onsen, and the steam it’s giving off dissipates into the cool spring air. The bath and deck are built to overlook a large pond with koi swimming in it, giving the impression that where the deck ends the water begins. The far side of the pond is lined with trees and shrubbery. Wooden partitions on either side of this area enclose the space, giving it a sense of privacy. 

It’s absolutely gorgeous. And it’s so quiet here. Aside from the ambient water sounds from the onsen on the property, birdsong from the nearby forested area, there’s little to interrupt this emerging feeling of serenity. 

“You saw him literally before we left,” you say. “Rie, come out here and look at this view. I call dibs on using the bath first.” 

“You could be more sympathetic. We haven’t been able to see each other much this month,” she grumbles, but she comes out to join you anyway. 

“Okay, you can use the bath first,” you tell her. 

She grins at you, bumping her shoulder against yours. “Thanks, friend.”

“The things I do.” You don’t really mind. You have the entire long weekend to enjoy this place. The peace and quiet are already doing wonders for the tension in your shoulders.

A twinge of guilt passes you in a wave. After the staff member who’d escorted you to your room had given you both a short tour of the space, it really hit you how expensive this all was. 

“Rie, you really should’ve come here with Hanta,” you tell her, frowning. “He should’ve pushed for the time off or adjusted the reservation. This is way too nice of an experience to pass up.”

Rie snorts. 

“Don’t stress,” she says. “You think he didn’t try all that? It was either keep the reservation with someone else or lose out on a lot of money. I wanted you to come, so don’t overthink, silly.”

You lean your arm against hers. “Thanks, Rie. I’ll get you and Hanta something nice for your birthdays.”

She hums, and the two of you lapse into silence, appreciating the birdsong, the late afternoon sun gilding the pond, the surrounding trees in warmth. 

“So, what’s up with you and Bakugou?” Rie asks. “I thought you worked out all those feelings for him back in high school.” 

And there goes all that peace. You groan, turning and heading back inside, grabbing your bag and starting to unpack your clothes. Rie follows you, sprawling out onto your bed this time to be as annoying as possible. 

“I did,” you say, because not answering would result in incessant pestering. Better to nip this conversation in the bud so it doesn’t come back up again while you’re on this trip. You tell her, “We’re cool. You know that. You go to the same get-togethers.”

Since graduating from UA, you’d kept in touch with Sero, who you’d met because he’d been the hero you’d been assigned to for the management course’s third year project. You became good friends, as Sero’s one of those good boys, best boys, genuinely kind and fun to talk to. 

Through your friendship with him, you’d met some of his friends—Kaminari, Kirishima. Mina, Sato. Bakugou. 

While you’d befriended the others pretty easily, Bakugou was a different story. And it wasn’t necessarily his fault. He’d chilled out considerably by your third year.

It was because of your cringey, super obvious crush on him during your first year. 

You were so painfully obvious about it, everyone in your class knew. It didn’t take long for kids in the other courses to take notice. When Bakugou entered a room you were in, you would freeze and forget what you were saying. You’d sneak glances at him, and your entire body would warm up if your eyes met. Even thinking about it now, as an adult, makes you want to die a little.

Thankfully, whether it was because he chose to willfully ignore you or because he just never found out, your crush ran its course. It helped a lot that you began interacting with Bakugou within social circles because of Sero; it humanized him, made him real to you. The fantasy of a crush can’t survive knowing someone, getting to know them, you found. 

Still, probably because of that history, you never got close to Bakugou, while at UA and after. You were too embarrassed, and now you’re just not super interested. If you don’t count this past year, since graduation, you’ve seen him only a handful of times, always in passing and never one-on-one. 

But if you do count this year, specifically the past six months, you’ve seen him a lot. 

At a get-together at Mina’s place. At Todoroki Shouto’s birthday a couple months back. At a dinner with Rie, Sero, Kirishima, and Mina a few weeks ago. You figure he’s had some free time open up, to accept the hangout invites that he once left unresponded to in the group chat. It’d make sense, since he’s at this ryokan when everyone knows he’s a workaholic. 

You’re happy for him. Work-life balance is super important. And you guys aren’t getting any younger.

“No, you guys are weird together,” Rie says. 

You throw a pillow at her. To your annoyance, she catches it easily. 

“What do you mean by weird?” you ask.

“I don’t know. It’s hard to describe. He always looks like he’s bitten into a lemon when he sees you.”

You roll your eyes. “Great. Can we stop talking about Bakugou now?” 

“Last question, I swear.” 

“Last question for the entire trip about him,” you say, narrowing your eyes at her. 

She sighs, as if this is a huge burden on her. “Deal. I was just thinking—what did you even see in him when we were teenagers?”

“Okay, but why are you thinking about this at all,” you say. 

“Just answer the question.”

“It’s not that deep,” you say, shrugging. “I liked his face.” 

“Really?” Rie’s expression, disgruntled and appalled, makes you laugh. 

“Don’t act like he’s not objectively really attractive. He’s handsome, be real.”

“Maybe to some people,” she relents. “But his personality cancels it out, carry the two.” 

“He’s mellowed out so much over the years,” you say. You feel a little odd, finding yourself defending him. “He’s sweet, when he wants to be. Remember how he got Mina that bracelet she wanted so badly, for her birthday? Or how he picked up those special oranges for Hanta when he went on that one mission?”

Rie looks at you for a long moment. As your words settle into the silence, you begin to feel self-conscious. But it’s not like what you’d said isn’t true. Rie knows this. 

Just as you open your mouth to no doubt incriminate yourself further, she leans back on the bed and closes her eyes. “I guess you’re right. You done folding those clothes? I’m hungry. Let’s get dinner. Hanta says it’s kaiseki.”

Dinner is absolutely delicious. Your server tells you and Rie that the chef’s designed the menu to feature ingredients native to the region, ingredients in season. Everything’s fresh, and even dishes you aren’t normally particularly fond of have you cleaning your plate. You feel spoiled. 

You take lots of pictures. Of the dishes, of Rie. You send them to Sero. 

Hanta: The food looks great! My girl looks even better!!! Send more pics pls

Rie’s pleased when you show her the messages. After fussing over her appearance, she makes you take a picture of her in your room’s outdoor bath, hair elegantly twisted up and off her shoulders, the ambient lighting softly illuminating her face. 

“I’m going to take a walk, see what that little bamboo garden looks like at night,” you tell her. She waves at you with one hand, tapping away at her phone, no doubt sending messages to Sero. 

“Don’t drop your phone in the water,” you say, and she makes an impatient sound, shooing you.

Smiling, you leave her to it. 

Now that it’s nighttime, the ryokan is quieter, more subdued. It’s easy enough to find the bamboo garden. The paths are brightly illuminated, the walkways clear and easy to take. Maybe because it’s the evening, but you encounter few people. Most are partaking in the onsen, unwinding after a long day, you guess. You plan to do so yourself, but you stumble across a dimly lit sitting area overlooking a small pond and waterfall. It’s pretty, and you can’t resist lingering. Taking a seat on a bench, you let your mind empty as you watch the glimmer of moonlight on the water. 

“Hey,” a voice says behind you, and you startle, turning. 

Bakugou’s standing there, looking uncharacteristically soft and undone in the onsen’s yukata. His hair is a little damp, spikes fallen. 

Seeing him in traditional wear takes you aback; you’ve only ever seen him in casual clothes—jeans, shirts, sweats. His hero suit, all sleek lines. The yukata’s a good look on him. 

“Oh hey, Bakugou,” you say, then hesitate, feeling awkward. What to say? Should you pretend this is the first you’ve seen of him here? 

While you flounder a little, Bakugou walks over to sit in a chair nearby, facing the water. You’re bewildered at this turn of events. You’re surprised he stopped to say hello, let alone sit and have a conversation with you.  

“Saw you and Soy Sauce Face’s girlfriend at dinner,” he says. “You on vacation?” 

Blinking, relieved, you reply, “Sort of. Long story short, Hanta was supposed to come out here with Rie, but work denied his time off. So I’m the replacement Hanta.” 

Bakugou looks at you. His eyes narrow. You shift in your seat, feeling a little bit like a bug under a microscope. Did you say something weird?

“What about you?” you ask, trying to lift the focus off of you. “You here on vacation?”

“...Yeah. For the weekend,” he says, looking back at the pond, exhaling sharply.

For someone on vacation, he doesn’t look too happy about it, you note. 

“Us too,” you tell him. “What do you think of the ryokan? I haven’t gotten the chance to explore yet, but what I’ve seen is gorgeous. Did you just use the public onsen?” 

“It’s alright,” Bakugou grumbles, and you blink, face scrunching up in incredulity. 

“You must have really high standards to say that, sir,” you say, and he snorts. An expression you can’t quite make out in the low light crosses his face, fades. He really is a handsome bastard, you find yourself thinking. 

He says something you don’t quite catch. 

“Sorry?” you say. Internally, you scold yourself for your idle thoughts. Another part of you argues back that there’s no harm in looking. 

“How’d you know I used the onsen?” he repeats, looking a little annoyed.

“Oh,” you say, surprised. Without thinking, you lean forward, reaching out to touch his hair. 

Bakugou turns his head sharply; he grabs your wrist on what seems like instinct, halting you. You freeze, mortified.

“I’m sorry!” you say hastily. He drops your hand immediately, like you’re contaminated. You draw back. Flustered, you continue, “It’s just—your hair’s still a little wet. I took a guess. Sorry again, I don’t know what I was thinking.” 

You were treating him like he’s Hanta, or Rie, as if you’re close friends. Jeez. 

“Forget it,” he says gruffly. 

There’s a long stretch of silence, and you begin to think of excuses to make to escape. 

Just as you open your mouth with one, he says, “What’re you doing tomorrow?” 

“I—I think Rie wanted to check out the town’s morning market, and the temple nearby,” you say. “She likes to sleep in, so we’ll probably do that after my morning run. The staff said there’s a scenic walking trail through the forest, so I’ll probably check it out.”

You force your mouth closed before the rambling continues. Wait, you should ask him the same, right? To be polite?

But before you can say anything, Bakugou grunts, then stands. 

“Go back to your room,” he tells you. “It’s getting late.”

With that, he leaves. You sit there for a long moment, staring after him.

“Hey, welcome back,” Rie says from her bed, covered from nose to toes in a blanket. Her eyelids droop in a way that tells you she’s minutes from sleep. “You were gone for a while.”

“Yeah, sorry,” you say, closing the door behind you. Woodenly, you begin to gather clothes to change into. “I’m going to take a quick shower, okay? Go ahead and sleep; don’t wait up for me.”

“Mmkay,” she says, eyes already closed. 

You move around as quietly as you can, getting ready for bed. 

All the while, you can’t help but think about the conversation you just had. About Bakugou.

For the past couple months, at gatherings with mutual friends, it’s been like this when you talk to each other. Awkward, with a strange underlying tension. You’re not sure if it’s your fault, or his, but. You wish you could be normal around him. It’s only like this with him.

As you climb into bed, getting settled, the memory of him in his yukata flashes across your closed eyelids. The moonlight on his face, cooling the red of his eyes. His hand around your wrist.

Fuck. 

Notes: Hello friends! This fic is a very belated birthday fic for our guy, my little muse 🧡 This is intended to be a twoshot, and I hope to have that second part up next weekend. Please look forward to it!

A couple notes, as there are some specifically Japanese items referenced in this fic:

A ryokan is a Japanese-style inn! Onsen are hot springs. So an onsen ryokan is an inn that features hot springs on the property. Here, here, and here are videos you can enjoy of people visiting some.

Kaiseki is a multi-course, traditional Japanese dinner. Some of the videos I linked above show the kinds of kaiseki offered!

Thank you for reading! Hugs and kisses 💕 Until part two!

Hi glitch!!! I love your writing and hope you’re doing well! I had a quick question, I remember you writing about how Koda gets sick often, has there ever been a time where they thought he wasn’t gonna make it through? (Also Please take care of yourself and ignore this if you don’t want to respond, it’s ok!) love you!!! - pigeon🐦

NGL, first thing I said when i saw the bird was "I GOT A NEW ANON AND IT'S A PIGEON!!!!" Hi Pigeon!! This is such a beautifully heartwrenching prompt because as a kid who was in the PICU, I can't imagine how scary it must be for parents. I deeply relate to Koda, and if anyone has noticed, he is almost ALWAYS sleeping. Like he's always sleeping in prompts and it isn't because he's lazy.

Koda

Warning: Sickness, mention of blood, death scare, sick infant.

Your eyes opened before you felt ready for them to be opened. You knew your alarm was about to ring anyways so you did not even try to go back to bed. You let out a soft groan as you shifted in bed, about to grab your phone to check the time.

You felt the warm large arms of your husband snake up behind you and pull you closer to him. He kissed the side of your head. "I'll wake up the kids." He whispered down to you, his voice low with sleep but he was awake enough to sense you shuffling. You nodded your head with a grateful hum, allowing him to get up and out of bed.

You had spent majority of the night, waking up and checking on your youngest. Koda was barely just two years old now and he had a nasty cough. You were not sure where it came from or how it had gotten so bad but he had just gotten a fever last night and you were worried for him. You knew Izuku had work in the morning so you stayed by your son's side almost the entire night. He seemed stable for a moment so you decided to get at least an hour of solid sleep but the baby monitor was on just encase.

You lay there in bed drifting in and out but you couldn't sleep. Something just keeping you out of that restful state you so desired. You sighed, sitting up in bed, dragging your hands down your face. You looked at your phone at the side of your bed. It was time for his medication.

You shuffled out of bed, putting on your husband's hoodie and shuffling out of your bedroom. You heard the sounds of your son's making their way out of their rooms or already downstairs.

You saw Toshinori exiting his room. "Morning Mom." He greeted.

You gave him a gentle smile that didn't reach your eyes. "Morning Toshi. Please make sure your brother's eat their dinner." You told him.

Toshinori glanced at the door with Koda's name on it, his eyebrows furrowing more but he nodded, showing you he understood. "Of course." He could see the bags under your eyes and knew that you needed to be tapped out. He left to go downstairs where his father was getting breakfast started no doubt.

You entered Koda's room. You walked over to your little toddler's bed. His curtains still drawn with a painted tree near his bed. You crouched onto the mat. You put a hand to your little boy's tummy.

Luckily he was still covered by his blanket but his wheeze was still there, worse though. He had short gasping breaths, almost as if he couldn't bring enough into his chest. His hair was a darker green being wet with sweat during the night. Your eyebrows furrowed. You shook his body gently, not wanting to scare him. "Koda. Koda, baby, wake up." You spoke softly to him. You rubbed his chest gently over his pyjama he was in.

However, Koda didn't wake up.

"Koda, my baby." You tapped his arm. He didn't stir nor did he move. "Koda. Koda?" You shook him a bit more, but he didn't stir. You felt anxiety trickle into your body as you looked down at your son. You moved to sit him up but it was almost as if he was dead-weight, not even bothered by you moving him. "Koda! Koda wake up!" You moved him into your arms, putting his head on your shoulder as you grabbed his blanket. He coughed, making you turn his head to look at him.

He coughed more in sleep, deep wet coughs that had you whincing as his little chubby face twisted to one of pain. You pat his back gently, making sure to sit him up in your arms.

"It's okay, baby, it's okay."

His skin was hot, almost as if he was a furnace burning from the inside. You pat his back, trying to allow him to cough out whatever phlegm was stuck in his throat. Suddenly you heard him cough and on the blanket you wrapped him in, you saw red.

You stilled at the sight of blood, coming from your son. You quickly moved to grab a cloth. You quickly wiped his mouth, trying to get the blood off of him. "Koda?" You moved to quickly grab a wipe and wipe his face, a small sheen of sweat on his forehead. He still didn't rouse despite the coughs.

Then suddenly you didn't hear the wheeze of his breathing.

You moved his face to look up at you. "Koda. Baby, wake up." You moved your fingers to his neck and then you realised he wasn't breathing. "KODA!" You shouted. You quickly moved down onto your knees as you put your hands. Your heart was racing. Your youngest boy, you're little one, your last one, he wasn't breathing and you didn't know what to do. "IZUKU!" You screamed your husband's name as you quickly wiped your fingers before sticking them inside Koda's mouth trying to make sure his airway was free.

You quickly gave him a mouth-to-mouth, giving a rescue breath. You gave him another one. Finally you heard him choke. You quickly got off of him as he turned to his side and coughed out more blood.

You heard heavy footsteps run up the stairs before in the entranceway you saw your husband. He opened his mouth to ask what the matter was but his pupils shrunk at the sight of his two year old coughing out blood.

You turned to him with a terrified look on your face. "GET THE CAR!" You quickly picked up your little boy, moving him into your arms and grabbing a new blanket for him. "It's okay, baby. It's okay. Mommy's here."

You whispered as you tapped his back, reassuringly. You quickly ran out of his room, trying to get to the stairs.

"Toshinori! Call aunty Mina, tell her to take you boys to school!" You heard your husband shout as he grabbed his keys.

Toshinori stood up from the dinner table, wondering what was going on. You raced down the stairs, making sure to hold onto Koda as best as you could. Then you finally heard crying from him. Pained cries from your little baby as woke up. "Mamma." The tired agony tone of his little voice made tears appear in your eyes.

"It's okay, baby. It's okay. Momma's here. It'll be okay." You quickly moved to grab your jacket. "Toshinori, we're taking your brother to the hospital!" You shouted as you raced outside where Izuku had reversed the car.

You quickly hopped into the back seat of the car, slamming it shut as your husband quickly hit the gas and the both of you were speeding through your estate. You held Koda tightly as you looked down at him, holding him safely. "Shhh, it's okay. It's okay." You spoke sweetly. By his little twisted face, you could tell he was in agony.

Izuku glanced back at the both of you but tried focusing on the road. He knew he couldn't just fly you both to the Hospital because Koda was too young for that. "What happened?" He asked, a lot more calmer than you. You could see the worry in his eyes and on his brows, but you knew he was in hero mode, a safer mindspace to be in than dad mode. Because you knew as a father, Izuku must be terrified.

"I don't know." You said rushed. "He wouldn't wake up and then he just stopped breathing and coughing up blood." You reported back to your husband who was practically speeding down the highway. You held Koda as you made sure he was breathing still. "Izuku, he's so small. What if... what if-"

"He's going to be fine." Your husband affirmed with a frown on his face as he focused forward on the road, his hands tight around the wheel in a white knuckled grip. He moved to grab his phone as he dialed a number.

"ProHero Deku, Good mor-"

"Prepare the emergency unit, my son, 2, he's coming in."

Immediately you heard shuffling. "Can you give me symptoms?" The nurse at the desk spoke as she typed away at her computer.

Izuku's green eyes glanced back at your son in the rear-view mirror. "Wet cough, coughing up blood, fever, cold sweats and shiver."

"How long has he had the cough?"

"Two weeks, but blood only started about five minutes ago."

It was silent for a moment before she let out a hum. "We'll be waiting for you, Deku. God speed."

Izuku put down the call as he focused back on the road, glad that it was still early in the morning before the morning traffic got too intense.

The hospital felt like an eternity away but you both finally made it. Izuku stopped the car allowing you to run inside the emergency. You quickly ran into the emergency, your son gasping for air.

Standing not even five meters away were nurses in paediatric scrubs and a doctor in a white coat. "Over here Mrs Midoriya."

You quickly ran over to them and hand ed them your little boy. Just then, your husband ran in as the team seemed to carry him away on a bed much too big for his small body. You wished you could follow him but you knew you couldn't. Not now anyways.

Izuku put his arm around you, being the only thing that was holding you up.

It took ages, hours were you were left sitting there, waiting for any news. You prayed that your boy was alive, that his heart was still beating on this earth.

Your husband had left for a few hours, making sure the boys were okay, grabbing some clothes and a bag for your son, putting in family leave for the day, before coming back to be at your side. It took another hour before you finally heard news.

"Mr and Mrs Midoriya." You both stood up as the doctor came back to you. Izuku had an arm around you, keeping you up on your feet. He had been uncharacteristically silent the entire time. The doctor gave you a gentle smile. "He's stable." You let out a held in breath at that, feeling tears fall from your eyes as you covered your face.

Izuku pulled you into his side, allowing you to hold onto him. "What was it?"

"Pneumonia." He answered truthfully. "However, after multiple tests, considering how many times Koda has been to the hospital since his birth, we decided to check for anything that might have been the cause for such an extreme case so young. It seems as though your son has an Autoimmune disorder."

You and your husband were speechless at that news. You looked up to Izuku who's eyebrows furrowed. "And... how much would this effect him?" He asked.

The doctor's mouth went into a straight line as he sighed. "Most likely, his entire life. What might be just a light cough or small cold for us could become life and death for him."

You closed your eyes as you buried your face into your husband side. For some reason you felt horrible. He was so young. He didn't deserve this. Why couldn't you have given him a healthy body?

Izuku moved his hand up and down your back as he played the stronger one for the both of you. "Is there no active cure or something to enhance his immune system?"

The doctor shook his head. "No. Other than the prescriptions, medications, vitamins and appointments prescribed to him, there isn't much you can do. He's alright now but for the benefit of his safety, we'd like to run tests on him and keep him in the PICU until further notice."

Izuku nodded his head, trying to wrap his head around this. "Do what you have to to keep our son alive. But this came from..."

"It is just something some people develop, and considering neither you or your wife carry it on any X chromosome, it seems as though it is just something part of him."

"May we see him?"

The doctor hesitated but sighed. He nodded his head. "You may, however you won't be able to touch him. The room is kept sterile and away from any sorts of possible allergens or infections to keep him safe. Just to be safe while he's so critical, you can only see him behind a glass."

Izuku nodded, trying to bite back the fighting spirit that told him to fight to have his son back in his arms. "Give us a moment, please." The doctor nodded before leaving. Izuku turned to look down at you. You were trying to bite back sobs as you cried into his chest. He moved to pull you into a proper hug. He wasn't entirely sure what to say. There was nothing to say.

But at least he was alive.

You sniffed as you stepped back but stayed holding his arm. You nodded your head, wiping your face, telling him that you were ready to go.

The both of you followed the doctor to the paediatric wing. Despite the cute characters painted on the wall and the colourful scrubs, you both could barely think about it.

You were both led to a window that looked into an isolated room. In the bed closest to the glass, lying weakly in bed was your Koda. His green hair and eyes closed as he lay pale and drained in bed. You covered your mouth as you tried to fight yourself not to cry again, but you couldn't help it.

"My baby..." You whispered as you stepped closer to the glass, a hand there, trying to reach him through it. You could barely stand to see it. Such a little body with tubes and machines keeping him alive and healthy. Your little boy didn't deserve this.

You closed your eyes as you turned away. Izuku stood behind you, a standing presence with you. His green eyes were soft as he looked at his son. Such a small thing that was fighting for his life.

You both knew that life would have to change a bit for the both of you, but if it meant that your son would be alive...

you'd pay any amount, climb any mountain, and pry the answers from someone's cold dead hands to do so.

-Glitch1d

for angst, him comforting you with mental health issues (depression, anxiety, eating, bad coping skills, maybe he notices signs of mania?) things like that could be triggering but sometimes it’s just nice to feel like theres someone there for you, even if it’s not real :(

tw; mentions of eating disorders (bulimia)

whenever he came back from your deployment, you always looked different. your weight fluctuating, you jaw swollen and your eyebags growing. some days he came back and you had red marks and scars on your knuckles, your teeth grazing against your skin causing cuts to form.

you always smiled, even if you were really struggling, and he always grew worried. he didn't want tto find you leaning over the toilet, your stomach swollen with food, ruptured and deceased. he hates the way your tears would well up with tears when you brushes through your hair - chunks of hair falling from your scalp, losing your sex drive due to insecurities and your struggles.

whenever you slept, he'd hold you hand. noticing your purple and blue nails, freezing cold palms. you were so cold that he worried if you'd died, feeling like a corpse in his arms. gazing down at the redness on your knuckles, sighing deeply before kissing your forehead, removing the body scale in the bathroom and throwing away the food scales that rested in the cupboard draws.

simon despised the way you'd play around with your food, cutting them into small pieces and attempting to distract him with questions about his day or work. how was your day? what did you do on your missions this time? how's johnny? eventually, he couldn't take the fear forming in his gut everytime he looked at you, dropping his utensils onto the table and grabbing your hand tenderly. “sweetheart, speak to me, please.”

you were hesitant, knowing how much you hated your body, you didn't want to get help. the compliments you got from your friends whenever you lost a couple kilos encouraged you further, taking sips of water and repressing your hunger. the muscle inside you wore away, nutrients lacked, standing up too fast and fainting.

he made sure not to force you into eating disorder recovery, but acknowledging your problems and working on helping your slowly. he placed more food on your plate everyday, talked your through your meals and held you for however long you needed.

you both stood naked infront of the mirror, sat on his lap as he pointed out everything he loved about you (spoiler alert, it was everything) wiping your tears away while cradling you in his arms. “my love, i love you, baby.. you're so gorgeous, i don't understand how you can't see that.”

“you'll always be my sweet girl, you're so perfect - every inch of you, regardless of body weight, measurements and height, you're stunning to me, i can't imagine you any other way apart from with me, i need you, let me help you.”