HEY NOW, WELL BE OKAY. -> Hhu.

—                HEY NOW, WE’LL BE OKAY.      ->    hhu.

“I don’t care, I love you anyhow. It is too late to turn you out of my heart. Part of you lives there.” — a self portrait in letters × anne sexton.

Their parents don’t approve your relationship. After a night where things don’t go as planned, the boys are left mending your broken heart.

wc: 1,6k overall. a/n: i focused more on their reaction after the fight, so this is them easing reader’s insecurities! if you wanted something else lmk! im editing this later~ warnings/tags: gn reader, fluff, hurt/comfort. request!

You both barely step foot inside your place before he opens his mouth, like he was waiting impatiently for some privacy to fix talk.

“You’re overthinking, love.” Seungcheol scolds, hands on his hips as he stares at you with a disapproving look, akin to his father’s.

You shiver at the thought, reminiscing tonight’s failure as you shake your head. “No, I’m not.”

“Are so,” he pouts, linking his arms around your waist. “And you need to stop doing it, whatever your pretty head is thinking about right now, stop it.”

You click your tongue, rolling your eyes. “There’s nothing else to think about after tonight, Cheol, is there.”

It’s a bitter remark, not a question. You sound defeated and utterly sad, and his heart breaks a little seeing you in this shape, but Seungcheol is having none of it. He grabs you by the shoulders, his gaze burning you. “Don’t you dare say that again. Don’t you tell me we don’t belong together, like they said, just because they said it. I love you, and if you don’t love me back, you can look at me in the eyes and say it.”

Silence. Cheol’s looking at you dead in the eye, intensely, yet so lovingly and gently because he can’t scold you for real, not really, and that’s so undoubtedly him that it makes your head all dizzy. “Jeez,” you chuckle, shaking your head with a heart much lighter.

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Bakugou is, for all intents and purposes, a massive baby.

God forbid you leave him for ten minutes before he starts wandering around the house looking for you. Mercy on you if you go out to the grocery store and don’t take him. And how dare you even consider get up to get a snack when he's in the bathroom, letting your shared spot get cold.

These things, he can not let go easily.

Naturally, this slips your mind every once in a while because a peaceful life with Bakugou Katsuki doesn't exist. When you forget, he makes it his mission to force you to remember his clingy ass.

Tonight, it would appear to be no different.

It's 02:30 when you snap back to reality, bleary eyes blinking to get your bearings back.

The lamp on the side table blinds you momentarily, there's music coming from the tv- credits, you deduce, from the show Denki had raved to you both about. When you angle your head up, you're met with a firm jawline that lets out a loud snore from the slight disturbance.

Katsuki never was good at staying awake during these things.

Smiling up at him, you're quick to place a tender little kiss on his chin, watching as the corners of his mouth twitches slightly. Gently, you slip out of his arms and cover him with the blanket, using the parted lips releasing the smallest little snores to ensure his slumber. He smacks his lips and turns slightly on his side, as if chasing the warmth you'd taken away, and you click the tv off to keep him in the dark. You shuffle your way into your bedroom to get your own rest; you shiver once you slip under the covers, the fabric cold from the lack of use and lack of Katsuki's body heat.

The minute you do warm up, however, you're out like a light, and you remain so for a few hours.

But then, there's someone at the end of your bed. You feel them, and it wakes you just barely. You shift the blankets higher on your shoulder for protection from whatever your subconsious picks up, and just when you feel normal, something speaks.

“I’m gonna kill you.”

The raspy voice coming from the foot of your bed is more than enough to snap you from your sleep, but it isn’t until you see the massive, bulky frame that your heart sinks and you scream, you scream as loud as you can, immediately scrambling to the corner of your bed.

“Stop screaming, it’s me.”

Your shaking hands immediately shoot to the lamp next to your bed and upon flicking it on, you’re greeted by a sleepy Katsuki, blanket around his shoulders and sleepy scowl on his face, as if you’re the one who just inconvenienced him.

“You freak! What are you doing!” You snap, quickly rubbing your eyes to knock the sleep from them to properly scold. He merely shrugs and smacks his tired lips, indifferent to the previous heart attack he’d given you.

“Left me alone on the couch,” he says, dropping the blanket onto the floor before crawling into bed next to you, casually. “We were snuggling. You abandoned me.”

“You-! I was-! Why-!”

“You’re lucky I love you so much,” he says, burying his face into his pillow and making a grabby hand for you, “c’mere, wanna spoon.”

Your heart, still pounding in your chest, finally lets breaths of air in, your hands trembling as you flick back off the light. You’re still mad, now shaking with fury, and as you roll to have your back facing him, you try to take deep breaths to calm down and not smother the man you somehow chose to love with a pillow.

“Hey,” he grumbles, tugging your sleep shirt. “Come here.”

“I can’t fucking stand you, Katsuki. I don’t even want to be in the same bed as you right now, you scared the fucking shit out of me.”

“Didn’t mean to,” he says softly. “Jus’ wanted to be close to you.”

“And you thought threATENING ME AT THE END OF OUR BED WAS A GOOD WAY TO DO THAT?”

He goes silent, and you almost think he’s given up, and just as you blink your stinging eyes, he suddenly rolls on top of you, knocking the wind out of you at his heaviness.

“Katsuki!” You scold, but it’s shrouded in laughter, an absolute contrast of how you just were talking all of ten seconds ago.

“Now you can’t leave,” he says, cockily. “You wake me again and I will kill you.”

“You woke me up just now! You could’ve easily come to bed like any sane person!”

“….”

“Katsuki!”

“Cant hear you, I’m asleep.”

“KATSUKI!”

A fic where bakuhoe goes all ape shit because izuku flirts with reader pwease 🥺🥺🥺

a/n i got u. tho katsuki is pretty hard to write hope i did it well

warnings gn!reader, unnecessary amount of cursing (curtesy of bakugou), established relationship, wc 1k

katsuki prides himself on being observant.

he’s gonna be a fucking hero; he would be a shitty one if he was oblivious to what’s going on around him. it’s why he’s proud to call himself aware of things that most people miss.

unfortunately, this includes shitty fucking deku having the hots for you.

“that was amazing, l/n-san! todoroki-kun didn’t even realize what was going on until you caught him!” deku has been gushing about your victory since you came back, and you’re overwhelmed by the sheer brightness radiating off the boy.

you duck your head. “ha, you think so? i didn’t expect it to work, honestly…”

deku has the fucking nerve—the fucking nerve, that jackass—to take your hands and interweave it with his, showing off how earnest he is with his words. “it worked perfectly, your strategy could work against heroes with quirks as powerful as todoroki-kun’s!”

a vein pops on katsuki’s temple.

he grits his teeth, steam coming off his ears. “i’m gonna fucking kill the nerd,” he proclaims, spoken like a man on a bloody mission.

raise your white flags, everyone, because bakugou katsuki, the great explosion murder god dynamight, is gonna blow up this shitty town to smithereens and leave only y/n standing.

kaminari sweat-drops, slammed on the face with his friend’s unadulterated fury. he just can’t handle katsuki’s pheromones. “you aren’t even sparring with him, dude. what are you talking about?”

the grin that katsuki flashes is what blossoms nightmares for everyone within the vicinity. “fuckin’ watch me.”

deku can do whatever he wants, but if it involves you? well, katsuki won’t be able to help but step in.

somehow, katsuki ends up sparring against deku, running high on anger and also to prove that he is better than this nerd. unsurprisingly, katsuki won.

(he should’ve known it wouldn’t end there.)

“oi, bakugou, did you just come back?”

katsuki grunts in agreement, shouldering past kirishima who never wavers and continues to trail after him. the blond scans the area, ruby eyes piercing the poor souls who make eye contact with him.

“shitty hair, where’s y/n?” he asks, immediately in a pissy mood because you told him you’d be at the common room after he’s done hitting the gym.

“um.” kirishima hesitates. katsuki narrows his eyes at him and kirishima chokes on a nervous laugh.

“what the fuck is it,” katsuki demands. he’s not panicking—he’s not.

kaminari, with his mouth full of food, starts speaking, “i saw y/n go with midoriya to his room!” kaminari is missing the warning wide-eyed looks sero and mina are throwing him. “they’ve been there for a while now. wonder what they’re doing…”

katsuki stares. the atmosphere thickens as everyone falls silent. “ha?”

“denki,” mina hisses.

kirishima, ever the savior, reaches out to hold his arm, but katsuki evades before he can even touch him. “wait, wait, bakubro, i’m sure they’re not really doing anything—”

“shut the fuck up!” he barks, stomping away from the common room to make his way to shitty nerd’s room.

now, katsuki doesn’t usually consider himself the murderous type. he’s all die, die, die but it’s just blatant hostility, it’s not like he goes around killing classmates. you’re probably not into that.

deku, however? deku who had the nerve to invite you to his room while katsuki’s out? well, he better start one for all to get away as soon as possible because once katsuki reaches his goddamn door things are going to happen and it is not going to be fucking pretty, and fuck what anyone thinks—

katsuki slams the door open, brows knitted together furiously. “oi, what the fuck are you two nerds doing—!”

he cuts himself off, blinking at the sight of you and deku sitting next to each other.

deku quirks an eyebrow, looking surprisingly disappointed at the sight of katsuki—and that’s when it’s confirmed. the nerd was looking to get alone time with you! the thought makes him want to bash deku’s head on the wall right now.

“oh, katsuki!” you brighten. katsuki’s chest starts doing some weird things he tries his best to ignore in favor of glaring so hard at the green-haired dipstick. “did you just come back?”

“yeah,” katsuki answers albeit gruffly.

“kacchan, what are you doing in my room?” deku asks slowly.

just the thought of you alone with midoriya motherfucking izuku pisses him off to a deeply personal level.

he snarls at deku. “you fucking…”

you stand up and—thank god—away from deku. “what? wait, what’s going on?”

“shitty nerd!”

deku jumps at the noise, throwing a worried glance at you that you miss in lieu of staring worriedly at katsuki.

that was the last straw.

explosions spark in his palms. “YOU SHITTY FUCKING PISS ON A SHITRAG GET YOUR HANDS OFF BEFORE I EXPLODE YOUR FUCKING FACE INSIDE OUT—”

“kacchan! that doesn’t even make any sense!” deku cries out, moving hastily to push you behind him—but katsuki is faster, and how dare this nerd assume that katsuki would be so reckless as to hurt you!

a slam. footsteps scurrying around.

“HAAAAH!? your face won’t make sense once i’m done with you, fucking asswipe of a dickbag—come here!”

“where are you even getting those words!?”

“guys, stop!” you yell, effectively silencing both their mouths and their quirks that are starting to pop out of their skins. “you’re going to wake up everyone else if you keep going.”

katsuki snarls, tugging you to his chest with an arm around your waist. “get your hands off, deku. if i see you with y/n again—”

you snort, patting katsuki’s cheek. “katsuki, i thought we were keeping it secret?”

“and have shitty nerd flirting with you? fuck. no. this is the fucking line.”

“aw, you were jealous?”

deku squints, glancing between your bewildered face and katsuki’s possessive expression. “what…” he turns red. “w-w-wait, are you two…”

“y/n’s fucking boyfriend,” katsuki sneers, “and husband when we fucking get out of this shithole—got that, nerd? not a chance for you.”

“what!” you whirl in on katsuki, eyes round. “you’re planning to propose to me?”

katsuki stares, one pale eyebrow cocked. “are you gonna fuckin’ reject me or some shit?”

the entirety of UA learned not to make moves on that l/n from 1-A ever again, unless they wanted to face the wrath of bakugou katsuki. (they do not.)

fluff with a lot of angst, reader is injured and in hospital for one scene but it's not graphic, lovesick!bakugou

during the many years you’ve loved bakugou katsuki, you have only seen him cry three times.

the first time, you were alarmed. where you fell asleep on the couch awaiting your boyfriend’s return, you did not expect to wake up to the sound of sniffles and the sight of drying tears.

“katsuki? what’s the matter?” you asked cautiously, immediately sitting up to wipe his tears away.

your touch, like a healing balm to the blond, lets you treat him like glass when both of you know he is nothing akin to fragile.

“‘s nothin’,” he gruffly huffs, voice cracking a little.

“if you say so,” you murmur skeptically, knowing better than to prod when it’s bakugou involved.

“were ya waitin’ for me?”

you nod. “i thought we could eat together but- what time is it?”

“almost nine.”

“oh. i thought we could eat dinner together but your patrol must have ended a lot later.”

his heart aches pitifully, worsening when he watches you rub the sleep out of your eyes. “‘m sorry, i didn’t mean to come home so late.”

“it’s okay, i get it.”

“we can still eat together, if that’s okay,” he grumbles, looking away bashfully and missing the way your face brightens.

“that sounds lovely, i’ll go heat up dinner-“

“-no, i’ll do it. it’s my fault for coming home later, i’ll call you when it's done.”

bakugou is out of your sight before you can argue any further. as you watch your boyfriend disappear, you’re left pondering on the couch as to why he was acting so uncharacteristically. did he have a bad day? did something happen at work? was he unable to save someone? that’s can't be the reason, he always-

“dinner’s done!” your boyfriend calls from the kitchen, disrupting your thoughts.

when you asked, it didn't sound like he had a terrible day, in fact it sounds like he had a successful patrol, but you cannot fathom any other reason for his melancholy, but if he’s forgotten about it, then you will too.

but... bakugou doesn’t forget. he still remembers when midoriya first alluded to the inheritance of his quirk from all might, he remembers the night vision goggles kirishima broke when trying to save him that one time, he remembers your favourite things and what makes you happy; he remembers everything.

and he’ll never forget that the tears he shed tonight were over the fact that bakugou will never get to show you how much he loves you.

bakugou katsuki, for the first time, realised just how painfully human he is.

he has a heart that beats for you, limbs that longingly ache to be near you whenever he’s not, a mind devoted to you and a cursed mouth so incapable of expressing it all.

if he could, he would wrestle the night sky to give its stars to you instead because you love stars. you love the stupid things in life that bakugou can't give. he can’t give you everything you could ever want and with that realisation, bakugou discovered just how beatable he was.

you may never know the multitude of bakugou’s love for you, and that fact alone brings him to tears as he gazed upon your sleeping figure on the couch, resting peacefully until his arrival.

the second time, you wake up confused.

the lights in the room are dim, there's a machine beeping intermittently and you think it's a heartbeat monitor but you don't really think too hard about it because your body hurts.

you have to blink a few times to get the blurriness out of your eyes, but you eventually comprehend the sterile walls of a hospital room. then the memories come back one by one, a patrol gone awry, evacuating citizens and... ah, being slammed into a wall back-first by the villain. explains the pain.

then you register the looming figure beside your bed, a pair of widened vermillion eyes gazing into your own with untameable blond hair to match, you can't help the smile from spreading on your face when you see your lover.

"hey," you cough weakly, throat dry and scratchy from lack of use.

next thing you know, bakugou's bulky figure is draped over yours, forehead resting on your chest as his arms gently snake around your torso, bringing you into his chest and pressing himself firmly against you.

you feel him; his relief, his sorrow, his devotion, his painful sobs as he shakes against you and it kills you that the only thing you have the strength to do is run a hand through his hair. you want to kiss him, to tell him that it's okay and that there's nothing to cry about, that you're here and nothing will change that, but you're so very sore and barely in tact.

"don't do this shit again," he threatens weakly and you feel his tears seep through your hospital gown. "you had me so fuckin' worried, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, i can't believe you'd do this to me, do you know how much it sucked to be without you?"

"sorry, katsuki," you whisper and he looks up at you, glossy eyes and quivering lip.

"promise me you'll never do this again."

cupping his cheeks with your hands, there's a rush of deja vu as your thumbs catch his tears. "i don't know how realistic that promise is given that this is my job-"

"-your job is to save lives, not go crashin' into buildings, idiot."

you laugh gently, a stabbing pain making itself known in your gut when you do. your wince doesn't go unnoticed by bakugou, who knows you better than the back of his hand and his heart lurches at the slightest evidence that you're in pain. "still, i won't make promises i can't keep, you know how our jobs are, katsuki."

he frowns, furrowing his brows. "then i'll promise to always be there for you. don't go where i can't."

"that's not realistic."

"watch me."

"okay then, deal."

there are questions you still want answers to, but for now, you'll let the blond continue crying with his ear pressed against your chest.

(you won't ever know about the few days bakugou has spent in your hospital ward, absolutely miserable as he looks upon your gaze with anticipation. he hates how helpless he is, that he can't do anything to rid of this horrible feeling in his chest but wait for you to wake up. he hates that he can't any semblance of peace, he hates the man that love has made him, but most importantly, he hates being without you.

you won't ever know the struggle it was to get bakugou out of your room for even just an hour. midoriya and kirishima had to wrestle him in hopes of getting some proper food together, and yaomomo and todoroki had to literally block the door with various items to prevent his entrance.

you won't ever know how alienated bakugou felt, unable to face your shared home without you in it. without your music playing, without your shoes messily thrown at the genkan, without your comforting presence to return to when all is said and done, there isn't much of a home for bakugou.

you won't ever know how desperately bakugou clung to your hand, fiddling with it whenever he needed a safe haven.

you won't ever know the amount of tears the blond had shed by your side, hunched over your bed, with nothing and no one to comfort him but the sound of the heartbeat monitor.)

the third time, you cry too.

it's your wedding day.

when the news first came out, japan practically roared with excitement and anticipation for the special day that their two favourite heroes would wed. the enthusiasm has not dimmed down even months later, and now, as you're one door away from your lover, you feel it buzzing in your bones.

it all goes by in a blur. one second you're about to trip over yourself in nervousness and the next, you're walking down the aisle with a stunned bakugou failing to keep his composure at the altar. despite the amount of close friends and family around you, all you can see is the love of your life who looks at you with unmatched adoration and affection in those ruby irises of his.

up close, however, all you can see are the tears forming in his eyes, and his first sniffle takes everyone in the room by surprise. no doubt, this is their first and last time seeing their beloved hero cry.

more tears are shed and then, it's just waterworks from practically everyone in the room as bakugou breaks down even more.

thank goodness for a private wedding because you know he is never going to live it down if the press got their hands on this image.

a close friend of yours hands you a handkerchief and you wipe away bakugou's tears with a teasing smile, unable to keep your wobbly laughter at bay as your lover- japan's symbol of victory and heroism, turns to nothing but putty in your hands. he lets you treat him so delicately because you've seen him at his lowest, most shaken, and most unlovable, yet still decided to stay.

"sorry," he apologises as you dab at his tears, words reserved for you and you alone. "you're just so... divine. i can't believe i'm marryin' you."

you feel your first tear roll down your cheek and bakugou catches it before it can go too far, wiping it away.

"such an embarrassin' way to start our wedding," he grumbles.

"embarrassing for the both of us, but memorable no doubt," you try to reason.

"everything is memorable as long as i'm with you."

"such a sap," you whack his shoulder lightly. "have you been saving that line for today specifically?"

"you should wait til the vows. bet mine are better than yours."

"i didn't know you could be a poet."

"only for you."

"well then, i can't wait to find out what else you are, katsuki."

"i'll always be yours."

you laugh, "i'm glad to hear that 'cause i love you."

"i love you even more, i'm crying just to prove it."

"your tears are dangerous."

"yeah well, you're marryin' these tears so."

"like i said, i can't wait."

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Bakugo Katsuki x reader, fluff

Okay but imagine dating Bakugo for a few months now and never getting the chance to tell your classmates because you're all doing internships in different agencies and you all have different schedules.

You two barely see each other as well. Bakugo has to go past his precious sleeping schedule to sneak into your room just so you both could have dinner together; sometimes you sneak into his room for some morning cuddles and he'd complain about the stiff material of your hero uniform because you're already geared up since you have an earlier calltime than him.

Then one night, your class happens to get home early from your respective agencies and finally have a chance to grab dinner at the same time.

Bakugo was his usual grumpy self, extra even since he's exhausted, muttering to Kirishima about how he can't fucking wait to head to bed right after dinner. You on the other hand were happily catching up with Mina and Jirou who sat across from you on the table.

Everyone was so busy chatting or eating that your classmates didn't notice the little things Bakugo does for you. Like adding pork cutlets to your bowl, filling your cup with water, and at one point, even wiping the side of your mouth with his forefinger.

It wasn't until he was done eating when the entire 1A's world halted.

Bakugo's heavy lids were already practically closing on him so he gets up, grabs his plate and utensils and then yours, saying, "I'll go wash these up and then hit the fuckin' sack. 'M so damn tired." He says, voice low enough just for you and Kirishima to hear. You look up at him and nod, saying, "Good night."

Bakugo, who's now on his feet, smiles at you and murmurs, "See you tomorrow?" To which you nod again, completely unaware of Mina's stare. "Yeah, I'll swing by before I leave in the morning." At this point, Mina's brows are slowly meeting down the middle, eyes flickering between you and Bakugo.

But then, her mouth drops to the floor when Bakugo suddenly crouches to kiss you. Right on the lips.

The cutlery noises and chattering stops.

Bakugo's eyes snap open, straightening back up to look around for any danger. So did you, looking at your classmates and looking for whatever it was that made everyone stop what they were previously doing.

Slowly and inevitably, from the looks on your classmates' faces, you both realize what just happened.

Fuck.

"Um-" you cover your mouth consciously, fidgeting on your seat. "W-we have been meaning t-to tell you guys." You stammer, feeling more nervous as you meet more of their strucked gazes.

Bakugo on the other hand, once recovered, sighs and places the bowls and cutleries back on the table to grab your hand.

"Alright, listen up, losers." He rolls his eyes but you feel his hold on your hand tighten. "We've been dating for a couple of months now-" He turns his head to Midoriya who was about to open his mouth and says, "Yes, Y/n is who I meet during lunch breaks." Bakugo sighs again when Kirishima tries to pipe in and glares at him. "And yes, Y/n is the reason you can't just fuckin' burst through my damn door anymore."

At this, you both flush red.

"Aizawa-sensei already knows." He says, and your classmates collectively look at the teacher who merely shrugs a shoulder. "And now, you losers do too. So if you'd all fuckin' excuse me."

Everyone was still speechless as Bakugo goes on to grab the bowls from the table again to wash them. You on the other hand can't take your eyes off of the suddenly interesting lines on the table. You risk a glance up and when you saw that they were all still staring, you grab yourself a cup of water.

"How did you know, sensei?" Kaminari turns to the teacher in wonder. Aizawa's lips twitched a little as he fought off the urge to smirk.

He glances at you as he says, "I caught Bakugo sneaking out of Y/n's room one night." At this you met your teacher's gaze and sputter, coughing wildly to get the water out of your lungs.

"Would have expelled him then and there if Y/n didn't follow him out to scold him for leaving his books and notes in her room."

you’ve been katsuki’s for as long as you can remember.

sure, he had never outwardly called you his girlfriend, but when you were both seven years old, he came up to you. chest heaving slightly from running up and down the hill where he had gotten you a freshly plucked out bouquet of flowers. the roots were still clinging to them and he got dirt all over your hands from forcibly grabbing them and shoving the bouquet in them before you could even form a sentence.

“since you accepted the flowers, you’re mine now.” he mumbled, his little hands tightened into fists at his sides and chubby cheeks a cute shade of pink, staring at you as confidently as he could.

a grin grows on his face when you respond with a simple “okay !” and a bright smile. the grin on his face never disappears even as his mom scolds him for getting you both all dirty.

you were katsuki’s in middle school too, when the boys in class decided to play kiss, marry, kill and he had somehow gotten dragged into it. the girls in your class tried their best to seem uninterested, claiming the boys were being childish, but you noticed how hard some of them were straining their ears trying to hear what the guys were talking about in their own little corner of the room. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little curious as well.

katsuki was as ruthless as you’d known him to be, choosing to kill any girl that wasn’t to his liking, which ended up being all of them. much to the other boys’ chagrin, claiming he had no taste.

then your name was brought up.

at that, his eyes widened and he turned in his seat to see if you were watching. you had never turned your head away so fast in your life and you were pretty sure you heard something go “crack”.

he clicked his tongue. mumbling something about how stupid the game was before muttering out a “kiss yn, marry yn and kill that other bitch.” before getting up and stomping away, claiming he had to go to the bathroom followed closely by the whoops and hollers of his two friends behind him.

you both made eye contact when he walked out and you think you’ll never forget how red his cheeks were.

you were katsuki’s when he was the one to walk you to and from school everyday, claiming you would somehow get lost without him. you were katsuki’s when he had begrudgingly shoved homemade valentines day chocolates into your arms, mumbling something about how you had been upset nobody had gotten you anything last year, conveniently leaving out the fact he had scared off all the other guys trying to offer you anything.

you were katsuki’s when he grabbed your hand during the winter because he said you’d “end up dying of hypothermia with the way you’re chittering over there.” and you were his when you were the only person he laughed around. loud, genuine laughter that you and only you could squeeze out of him. you were katsuki’s when he randomly kissed you goodnight at your door one night and he’s been doing it ever since, and gets all pouty when you turn away from his kisses to tease him.

“are we dating ?” you had asked him. you’re both in high school now and you’re in his dorm room. your legs are on his lap and he’s got a comfortable grip on your leg, which tightens after he registers your questions “hah?” he looks utterly confused and a little insulted as he looks back at you, his entire face scrunched up in confusion. you pinch his nose and he swats at your hand.

“are we dating ? like—am i your girlfriend.” you say again and katsuki’s face scrunches up even harder. he huffs and looks back at his phone, landing a little smack on your leg still placed in his lap. “ ‘course yer my fuckin’ girlfriend.” he spits out, obviously irritated. then he looks back at you “I haven’t made it obvious ?” he says sarcastically. one of his eyebrows lifted as he pokes at your leg still very much in his lap.

you simply shrug “s’not that. it’s just because you’ve never actually asked me out before, so i was a little confused on where we stood.” you mumble. he stares at you while you speak and he stares a little longer before sighing. then he leans towards you and flicks your forehead.

“ow !”

“dumbass.” he murmurs. there’s a slight pout on his face and his cheeks are light shade of pink when he looks you in the eyes again. he grabs both your cheeks with one hand and smushes them together to push your lips out and presses multiple wet kisses onto them that have you squealing and squirming. his wet lips are pulled into a smirk when he pulls back and you try your best to at least look a little angry, you really do. but it’s useless when he looks at you like that.

“of course you’re my girlfriend” he reiterates. his smirk’s been replaced for something softer, something more sincere as he gazes at you with so much unadulterated affection it makes your head spin a little. “you’ve always been mine.” he says it in a teasing tone and his hand is still smushing your cheeks out and it hurts a little but his eyes are still the same. they’re warm and soft and so, so enamored with you and only you.

when he finally let’s go of your face and pulls you fully into his lap, you realize katsuki’s been yours for as long as you’ve been his.

you smile brightly at him but turn your nose up when he leans in to kiss you again. “i still haven’t heard what i wanna hear though, mr. bakugou.”

he rolls his eyes and pinches at your thigh as he mumbles out a “don’t call me that.” sighing, he looks at you intensely and you suddenly feel very shy.

“will you be my girlfriend, ya shitty girl ?” and he says it as a joke, you both know it is cus his lips are already forming into a smirk the second he finishes his sentence. and you’re pulling at his nose the moment you register it, but you’re both smiling hard. he laughs and you’re sure you’ll never get tired of the sound. “what’s your answer, pretty ?” he asks playfully and you pretend to really think it over just to mess with him, and giggling out a “yes!” when he suddenly pounces on you. flipping you both over and tickling you mercilessly, calling it revenge for you “taking too damn long to answer.”

you’d been katsuki’s for as long as you can remember, and you hope you can be forever.