Hello Not Sure If Request Are Open But Wondering If Request Idea Based Of The Manga /anime Base On Chapters

Hello not sure if request are open but wondering if request idea based of the manga /anime base on chapters 365 like you know how bakugou is currently severely injured in manga/anime so I was wondering instead of bakugou almost dying it’s the reader who takes all the hits and blows for him when fighting shigaraki crushing reader arm maybe taking huge blow in the chest to protect bakugou as reader sacrifice herself as Edgeshot trying help reader maybe bakugou in stay shock etc aslo can ending be angst fluff I hope this makes sense if you have any questions please fill free to dm me :)

Hi! Your idea is fantastic, and I’m excited to work on it. You’re the first to suggest this, so I’ll definitely be doing this!! Thanks for the inspiration!!🫶🏻

I’ll probably be posting it by next week, if I get to finish it early.

Snapshoot

Plot: Bakugou and YN enjoy a relaxed day at the mall after a busy week at U.A. YN convinces Bakugou to take a silly photo together in a photobooth.

It was a quiet Saturday, and Bakugou was finally able to relax after a long week at U.A. High. He didn’t mind the hard work, but he needed a break. That’s when YN, his girlfriend, suggested they go to the mall to hang out.

As they strolled through the bustling mall, YN suddenly stopped, her eyes lighting up as she spotted a photobooth. “Katsuki, look!” she said excitedly, tugging on his arm. “Let’s take a picture together!”

Bakugou raised an eyebrow, glancing at the booth. “A photobooth? Really? That’s so cheesy,” he grumbled, crossing his arms.

YN pouted playfully. “Come on, it’ll be fun! Just one picture. Please?” She looked up at him with wide, pleading eyes.

Bakugou let out an exaggerated sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Tch, fine. But only because you’re asking.” He tried to sound annoyed, but the corner of his mouth twitched up just a little.

“Yay!” YN cheered, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the booth. They squeezed into the small space, and YN quickly pressed the start button.

“Alright, smile!” YN said, beaming at the camera.

Bakugou tried to keep a serious face, but YN stuck out her tongue and made a silly face just as the camera clicked. Despite himself, Bakugou couldn’t help but chuckle, his tough exterior cracking for a moment.

“See? That wasn’t so bad,” YN teased as the photos printed out. She grabbed the strip and waved it in front of his face. “You look cute when you smile, you know.”

“Shut up,” Bakugou muttered, though his cheeks tinged slightly pink. He snatched the photos from her, stuffing them into his pocket. “Let’s just keep moving.”

The rest of the day was spent wandering the mall, trying out different snacks, and even playing a few games at the arcade. YN laughed as she watched Bakugou dominate every game, his competitive side in full force.

“Seriously, you’re too good at this,” she said, shaking her head as he racked up another high score.

“It’s not that hard,” Bakugou replied, a smirk on his face. “But I guess you’ll just have to keep up.”

When it was time to go home, Bakugou insisted on walking YN to her house. “I’ll make sure you get home safe,” he said firmly.

YN smiled, leaning into his side as they walked. “Thanks, Katsuki. Today was really fun.”

“Yeah, it was alright,” he replied, trying to sound indifferent, but his softened tone gave him away.

Once YN was safely inside her house, Bakugou started heading home. The evening air was cool, and as he walked, he found himself thinking about the day. It had been nice, spending time with YN, just the two of them.

When he got home, Bakugou threw himself onto his bed, feeling a bit tired but content. That’s when he remembered the photo they took earlier. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the strip of pictures. As he looked at them, a small smile crept onto his face.

In the photos, YN was beaming, her joy evident in every shot. And there he was, caught off guard, actually smiling—a real smile. It was rare for him, but with YN, it felt natural.

Bakugou carefully placed the photo on his nightstand, where he could see it every day. He stared at it for a moment longer, his smile lingering, before finally turning off the light and closing his eyes, feeling a warmth in his chest that he knew came from her.

Sunshine and Storm pt.2

Plot: In the Demon Slayer Corps, grumpy Hashira Sanemi Shinazugawa secretly admires cheerful Y/N L/N, oblivious to his feelings.

pt.1

After weeks of battling demons side by side, Sanemi Shinazugawa found himself unable to shake off his growing feelings for Y/N. One evening, under the dim glow of the moon at their headquarters, he finally decided to confront his emotions.

Y/N was seated by the training grounds, carefully sharpening their sword when Sanemi approached, his usual scowl softened by nervousness. "Hey, Y/N," he began, his voice gruff yet strangely hesitant.

Y/N looked up, smiling warmly at him. "Oh, hey Sanemi! What's on your mind?"

Sanemi hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to start. He cleared his throat, meeting Y/N's gaze squarely. "I… uh, I need to talk to you about something important."

Y/N set down their sword, giving him their full attention. "Sure, what is it?"

Taking a deep breath, Sanemi plunged ahead. "Y/N, you… you mean a lot to me. More than I can put into words. I've been… struggling with this for a while now, but I think it's time I said it. I… I care about you. A lot."

Y/N blinked, taken aback by Sanemi's unexpected confession. They searched his eyes, seeing a vulnerability and sincerity that surprised them. "Sanemi…" they began softly, unsure of what to say next.

Sanemi rubbed the back of his neck, his discomfort palpable. "I know I'm not great at this stuff, and I'm probably messing it up royally, but I needed you to know."

Y/N smiled gently, reaching out to place a hand on Sanemi's arm. "You're not messing anything up, Sanemi. Thank you… for trusting me with this. I… I care about you too."

Sanemi's eyes widened slightly in surprise, his heart skipping a beat. "You do?"

Y/N nodded, their smile widening. "Yeah, I do. You've always been there, even when you pretended not to care. It means a lot."

Relief flooded through Sanemi's chest, a weight he hadn't realized he was carrying lifting off his shoulders. "I'm glad," he admitted quietly. "I was afraid you'd think I'm just a grumpy jerk."

Y/N chuckled softly. "Well, you are a grumpy jerk sometimes," they teased gently, "but you're also… you."

Sanemi smirked, a rare genuine smile tugging at his lips. "Thanks, sunshine."

And in that quiet moment, under the watchful gaze of the moon and amidst the echoes of their comrades training nearby, Sanemi and Y/N found a new beginning. Their bond strengthened not just by duty, but by a shared understanding and a love that had quietly blossomed amidst the trials of their demon slaying lives.

About me

she/her

introvert

pisces

I love the color purple

My fave anime characters are Bakugou Katsuki, Tsukishima Kei, Wakatoshi Ushijima, Shinazugawa Sanemi, Kento Nanami, Rin Itoshi and Sae Itoshi

Sparks Ignite

Plot: Katsuki Bakugo and Y/N L/N are known for their intense rivalry, their constant bickering and competitive spirit are a source of both amusement and frustration for their classmates and teachers until, their rivalry evolves into a simple relationship.

pt.2

In the prestigious halls of UA High, where aspiring heroes honed their skills, there existed an electrifying rivalry between Katsuki Bakugo and Y/N L/N. Their dynamic was a constant clash of wills and ideologies, reminiscent of two raging storms converging. Y/N, possessing a demeanor akin to Todoroki's calm exterior but paired with a sharp tongue, never hesitated to voice their thoughts, especially when Bakugo's explosive temperament was concerned.

One crisp autumn morning found them in the bustling cafeteria, surrounded by their classmates enjoying breakfast. Bakugo, as always, was sitting at a table in a corner, glaring at the world as if daring anyone to challenge him. Y/N, not one to back down, sauntered over with a tray in hand and dropped into the seat across from him.

"You're glaring again, Bakugo," Y/N remarked casually, stirring their coffee. "Did you forget to blow something up this morning?"

Bakugo snorted, his expression darkening. "You're one to talk, Ice Cube. Don't you have some glacier to melt?"

Their classmates exchanged knowing looks, accustomed to the duo's banter that could rival any action-packed showdown. As Y/N and Bakugo continued their verbal sparring, the atmosphere around them seemed to hum with anticipation, half expecting an explosion that would rock the cafeteria.

Later that day, during a break between classes, Y/N found themselves in the same empty classroom as Bakugo, both reviewing notes from the morning's lecture. The tension between them crackled like static electricity, waiting for the slightest spark to ignite.

"You know," Y/N began, breaking the silence, "you might actually be tolerable if you weren't so obsessed with proving you're the best."

Bakugo scoffed, his hands clenched into fists. "And you might be less annoying if you weren't always criticizing every move I make."

Y/N leaned back in their chair, a small smirk playing on their lips. "But where's the fun in that? Someone has to keep you in check, Bakugo."

He glared at them, his crimson eyes narrowing. "I don't need anyone to keep me in check. Least of all you."

Their argument was interrupted by the arrival of their classmates, who entered the classroom and immediately sensed the charged atmosphere. Mina Ashido, ever the cheerful soul, chirped, "Whoa, guys, are we interrupting something?"

"Nope," Y/N replied smoothly, shooting Bakugo a pointed look. "Just discussing the finer points of hero strategy."

Bakugo muttered something unintelligible under his breath, his usual bravado momentarily subdued. The class exchanged amused glances, accustomed to the volatile but strangely magnetic relationship between Y/N and Bakugo.

As weeks turned into months, their bickering continued, becoming a familiar soundtrack to life at UA. Yet, beneath the constant clash of egos, a grudging respect began to emerge. They found themselves gravitating towards each other during training sessions, their strategies complementing rather than conflicting.

One rainy afternoon, while sparring in the training grounds, Bakugo threw a punch that Y/N deftly dodged. "Too slow, Bakugo," they taunted, a playful grin on their face.

He gritted his teeth, his palms sparking with frustration. "Shut up and fight, Ice Cube."

Their classmates watched from the sidelines, half expecting the training grounds to erupt into chaos. Instead, they witnessed a synchronized dance of skill and determination, a silent acknowledgment passing between Y/N and Bakugo as they fought side by side.

Afterward, as they walked back to the dormitories together, Y/N glanced at Bakugo out of the corner of their eye. "You know, for someone who claims to hate my guts, you don't mind teaming up with me."

Bakugo grunted, his expression unreadable. "Don't get used to it. I just tolerate your presence because you're marginally less useless than the rest of these extras."

Y/N chuckled, bumping shoulders with him lightly. "High praise, coming from you."

Their classmates, trailing behind them, exchanged bewildered glances. Kirishima, unable to contain his curiosity any longer, ventured, "Hey, Y/N, Bakugo, are you two... friends now?"

Bakugo and Y/N exchanged a look, a flicker of something unspoken passing between them before Bakugo gruffly replied, "We're not friends, shitty hair. Just... rivals who tolerate each other."

Y/N smirked, shaking their head. "Sure, Bakugo. Whatever helps you sleep at night."

And so, amidst the chaos and camaraderie of UA High, Katsuki Bakugo and Y/N found themselves navigating a path from bitter rivals to reluctant allies—perhaps even something more, though neither would admit it aloud.

Maybe This Time

Plot: Bakugo and Y/N are childhood friends in Musutafu, sharing dreams of becoming heroes together. When Y/N's family relocates overseas due to a job opportunity, they promise to keep in touch.

A/N: this story is kinda inspired by the Filipino song called Maybe This Time by Sarah Geronimo, also while reading I recommend listening to the song.

In the bustling streets of Musutafu, Bakugo and Y/N were inseparable childhood friends. They spent countless afternoons chasing each other around the neighborhood, sharing secrets under the old oak tree in the park, and dreaming about their future as heroes. Bakugo, with his fiery determination, and Y/N, with her unwavering kindness, formed a bond that seemed unbreakable.

But life had other plans. Y/N's father received a promotion that required the family to move overseas. Tears flowed freely as Bakugo and Y/N stood on the familiar street corner, their hands tightly clasped together.

"I don't want to leave," Y/N whispered, her voice choked with emotion.

Bakugo clenched his fists, struggling to hold back his own tears. "I'll miss you, idiot."

They promised to stay in touch, to write letters and call each other whenever they could. As Y/N's departure date approached, the days seemed to blur into a whirlwind of packing boxes and tearful goodbyes. On the eve of her departure, Bakugo stood alone on the rooftop of their favorite hangout spot, staring at the city lights below.

"I won't forget you," he vowed silently to himself.

Years passed. Bakugo threw himself into his hero training, his fiery determination only burning brighter with each passing day. He became known as one of the top heroes in Musutafu, his explosive quirk matching his explosive personality.

Meanwhile, Y/N adapted to her new life overseas, but thoughts of Bakugo never left her mind. She kept her promise, sending letters whenever possible, sharing stories of her adventures and asking about his hero exploits. Each letter felt like a lifeline, a connection to the boy she had left behind.

One fateful day, a letter arrived for Bakugo, the familiar handwriting bringing a rush of memories. Y/N wrote about returning to Musutafu for a short visit, her father's work bringing them back to Japan temporarily. Excitement and nervousness gripped Bakugo's heart as he read her words.

The day of Y/N's return finally arrived. Bakugo waited anxiously at the train station, scanning the crowd for a familiar face. And then, amidst the bustling crowd, he saw her — Y/N, her smile just as radiant as he remembered. Without a moment's hesitation, he rushed forward and enveloped her in a tight embrace.

"I knew you'd come back," Bakugo muttered gruffly, his voice betraying the emotions he had kept buried for so long.

Y/N laughed softly, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "I promised, didn't I? I couldn't stay away forever."

They walked together through the streets of Musutafu, catching up on lost time and sharing stories of their separate lives. The park where they used to play was their first destination.

"Remember how we used to climb that old oak tree?" Y/N asked, pointing to the tree that had witnessed their childhood adventures.

"Yeah, and you were always scared to jump down," Bakugo teased, a rare smile gracing his lips.

"I was cautious!" Y/N protested, laughing. "Unlike someone who jumped without thinking!"

Their laughter echoed through the park, blending with the rustling leaves and distant chatter of other visitors. As they sat under the oak tree, the conversation turned more serious.

"Do you remember the first time we talked about becoming heroes?" Y/N asked softly, twirling a blade of grass between her fingers.

Bakugo nodded, his gaze distant yet thoughtful. "Of course. We were just kids then, but even back then, you believed in me."

"I still do," Y/N said earnestly, her eyes locking with Bakugo's intense stare. "You're going to be an amazing hero, Katsuki."

Bakugo looked away for a moment, a mix of emotions swirling inside him. "And you, Y/N? Are you happy where you are?"

Y/N hesitated, a small sigh escaping her lips. "I miss home. I miss everyone. But I'm making the most of it. My dad's job keeps us moving, but Japan will always be my home."

They sat in silence for a while, the weight of unspoken words hanging in the air. Finally, Bakugo spoke, his voice softer than usual. "Promise me something, Y/N."

"Anything," she replied without hesitation.

"Don't forget about me," Bakugo said, his eyes intense and searching.

Y/N reached out and took his hand, squeezing it gently. "I could never forget about you, Katsuki. You're a part of me, no matter where I go."

And as they walked through the park once more, hand in hand, Bakugo realized that some bonds are truly unbreakable, no matter the distance or time apart. Maybe this time, their childhood promise would lead to a future filled with shared dreams and endless possibilities.