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✧ cw :: fem!reader (bkg calls reader 'my girl' once), fluff, bkg calls you ‘babe’ once, hinted at that denki has a crush on you, you just wanna braid his hair

✧ a/n :: finally some fluff 🤭 i actually really liked writing this one !!

“your hair is actually a curse.”

your words come out a little above a whisper, absent-minded as you play with his hair, his head resting in your lap. granted, the blond hair is softer than it looks, but its uneven spikes barely allowed for any diversity in hairstyles.

“like, what do you mean i can't braid it?” this isn't the first time this exasperated complaint is voiced and you hear bakugou snort, the corners of his lips tilting upwards in a half-grin.

“thank god, i’d look like shit with braids.” you try to envision them on him, but the fact that his face is upside down doesn’t help at all. what you do see is the light from the warm day peaking through the thin curtains to kiss his face, and you're reminded of how unnecessarily pretty your boyfriend is.

“who said you don't already look like shit?” you can't help it, and when he looks up at you, eyebrows raised as if you both know better, you grin and raise yours back— as if to suggest that maybe he doesn't.

“don’t think you'd be here if i did, babe.” his grin looks boyish and you can't understand why he prefers contorting his features into a grimace.

it's your turn to snort, fingers sectioning some of his choppy bangs off to as to fiddle around with them specifically. “maybe i’m into guys who look like shit, katsuki. ever think about that?”

“if you were, you would be in dunceface’s room right now, not mine.” it's too quick of a response to not have been thought of before, and you flick the top of his forehead. he's done it to you many times before, and you understand why— it was a little fun.

“kaminari is actually really nice, katsu, leave him be.”

bakugou rolls his eyes— of course you'd think he's nice. “he’s even better when he's not hitting on my girl— he should try that sometime.” you chuckle at his grumbling, eyebrows knitted together to frame his eyes. he's cute when he's harmlessly jealous.

“even if he was— i fear my heart is already taken.” you fake a look of sorrow. “a shame, really.”

katsuki's eyes gleam in daylight as he scoffs. “‘a shame’ my ass— you're so in love with me it makes you look stupid.”

he's right, the both of you know he is. neither of you would have it any other way.

“you say that as if you don't kiss the ground i walk on, katsu.” your smile is softer and it sends a pang to his heart.

“and you deserve every kiss.” it's a cheesy line, one a past him would likely cringe at, but he finds no shame in making his devotion to you well known.

you dip your head down to give him a peck on the lips, grinning. the heart eyes he gives you when you're that close has the butterflies resting in your stomach kick up. “that’s what i thought, katsuki. now... have you ever thought about straightening your hair?”

you laugh at the horror that crosses over his face, scowl settling in his face as if to tell you to not even think about it— it doesn't matter how badly you want to braid it.

katsuki's whipped. he knows from the way he thinks you laugh like a summer afternoon, warm and excited, but even he had his limits.

✧ — thank you for reading !! rbs and feedback are greatly appreciated <3

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Kenma: Did I accomplish my goals for this year? No.

Kenma: But did I look after my mental and physical health? No.

Kenma: But did I maintain a proper diet and sleep schedule?

Kenma:

Kenma: Listen-

“aah it’s so cute!! no one steal this from me, okay!” you proclaim jokingly as you push off the rest of the wrapping paper off the cute kuromi squishmallow. although you say it with a laugh and a smile on your face, you genuinely do hope that no one else playing white elephant won’t decide to steal it from you. “katsuki look! so cute, right?”

bakugou nods his head, briefly patting the head of the squishmallow before getting up and picking up a gift from the pile. he’s not as enthusiastic to play but he doesn’t want to get ragged on either for not participating. he unwraps the gift he picked out and frowns when he sees the front of the box. “it’s a fridge?”

“a skincare fridge!” one of the girls corrects him.

“ooh that’s a good one!”

“aw, i could use that!!”

bakugou figures that if no one steals it, he can just pass it on to you. maybe it will help organize your side of the counter space in the bathroom.

it goes down a few more people and there’s only two gifts left in the center. but a hand is pointed your way, people making a small ruckus whenever a ‘steal’ is taking place. although you smile along, you’re actually a little sad to have to give up the squishmallow for just a massage gun.

it’s just a game after all so there’s no need to get any personal feelings involved.

“alright bakugou, you’re up next. you gonna steal or just keep what you got?”

“you kiddin’ me? i’m stealing, gimme that!”

bakugou goes straight to the person who had taken the squishmallow from you, giving them the mini fridge and effectively locking it down from anyone else from stealing it since everyone agreed on the rule of only being able to steal a present twice. the rest of the white elephant continues on, most people having fun and being satisfied with what they received.

“katsuki, gimme her!” you reach for the kuromi only to be playfully pushed back by your boyfriend. “hey!”

“the hell? this is mine, you keep yours!” bakugou holds up the squishmallow over his head, entertained to see you jumping and trying to swipe the plushie from his hand. but he trades you, watching happily hug the new addition you’ll add to the couch while he unboxes the massage gun.

"i can't believe you have me out doing this," katsuki grumbles, but he's still holding onto you tightly with one arm, a free hand guiding his path towards the largest Christmas tree you can find this side of Japan. it's three am, the only time you think the two of you won't be spotted, and you hold the homemade topper you've worked painstakingly on for the past month tightly in your hand as he carries you, towards the town square.

"you're doing it because you love me, and also because you think it's hilarious," you tease. your legs kick as you speak, and he gives you a pretend annoyed stare as he urges you to "quit moving or he'll drop you," but you're right about both things.

just moments later, katsuki is angling you towards the newly (and illegally) decorated tree, the biggest holiday fixture in downtown Tokyo. your body pressed up against him like this is distracting as usual for the both of you, but you're able to twist in his hold and get a good angle of the tree from the air. you snap a couple pictures and are deathly quiet as the two of you glance at the photos, but finally the silence breaks, and both of you burst into laughter, katsuki open-mouth guffawing your entire flight home.

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"are you guys fucking serious?"

it's noon of the next day when midoriya finally calls instead of texts, and you can hear his partner, howling in the background. katsuki answers him by swiftly hitting the end call button and you're practically in tears.

midoriya sends a text and it's a picture of the off-brand bootleg (think temu) vomit teal-colored bobblehead that his team took off the market after its short run two months ago, the head popped cleanly off of it in his irritation.

you motion for katsuki's phone and he tosses it to you, and you text him, don't lose your head, deku!, which he only replies to in angry emojis, and you look at katsuki whose eyes are filled with glee.

neither of you are on the nice list this year but it's worth it.