Hello!, I Just Wanted To Ask You Guys Which Story Would You Guys Like Me To Post For A Bakugou Story,

Hello!, I just wanted to ask you guys which story would you guys like me to post for a bakugou story, and also if you guys have any ideas for a story don’t be shy to tell me!

The Anti-Hero one was actually posted in sept 3, but I decided to kept it private for no reason at all, if the Anti-Hero one have many votes I will make it public, and for Sneak Attack I will post it, it has actually been in my notes for a month now, and for the Stickers Shenanigans it’s a cute one, I saw a video of it on tiktok and I got inspired to do one for bakugou

Soft spot

Plot: Katsuki bakugou, having a soft spot for Y/N

In the bustling halls of Aldera Junior High, where future heroes roamed, Katsuki Bakugou was a force to be reckoned with. Known for his explosive temper and fierce ambition, he was a standout among his peers. However, hidden beneath his fiery exterior was a side that only a few close friends knew – a softer, more caring side that emerged around you, the quiet and shy student who had caught his attention.

You and Katsuki had been classmates since elementary school, though he had never paid much attention to your soft-spoken nature until middle school. It started one day during a particularly chaotic lunch break. The cafeteria was loud and crowded, and you were trying to navigate through the bustling crowd when someone accidentally bumped into you, causing you to drop your books.

Before you could even react, Katsuki appeared out of nowhere, his usual scowl softened slightly as he helped you gather your scattered belongings. "Watch where you're going, idiots," he barked at the crowd, making them scatter with a mix of fear and respect.

"Um, thank you, Katsuki," you mumbled shyly, feeling flustered by the sudden attention.

He grunted in response, handing you your books. "Just be more careful next time," he muttered, but there was a hint of concern in his voice that caught you off guard.

From that day on, small gestures of kindness from Katsuki became more frequent. He would subtly make sure you had a seat in class, offer you his notes when you missed a lesson, and even defend you from the occasional bully who mistook your quiet demeanor for weakness.

One rainy afternoon, after school had ended, you found yourself caught in a sudden downpour without an umbrella. You hesitated, unsure of what to do, when Katsuki appeared beside you, holding out his own umbrella. "Here," he grumbled, shoving it towards you. "You'll catch a cold if you stand there like an idiot."

"Th-thank you, Katsuki," you stammered, feeling touched by his unexpected kindness.

He shrugged, avoiding your gaze. "Just take it. I don't need it anymore."

As you walked home together under the umbrella, you couldn't help but notice how Katsuki's demeanor softened around you. He asked about your day in a gruff manner, but his genuine interest in your well-being was evident. It was moments like these that made you realize there was more to Katsuki Bakugou than his explosive personality – he had a caring side that he reserved only for those he trusted.

One day, during a school festival celebrating hero achievements, you and Katsuki found yourselves watching a hero performance together. His usual scowl softened as he watched the heroes in action, occasionally stealing glances at you to gauge your reaction.

"They're not bad," he remarked casually, though you could tell he was genuinely impressed.

"They're amazing," you replied softly, earning a small, almost imperceptible smile from him.

As the festival continued, you both explored the stalls, trying different foods and playing games. Katsuki's competitive streak shone through as he insisted on winning every game for you, though he grumbled about it the entire time.

As the day drew to a close and the sun began to set over the festival grounds, you found yourselves sitting on a bench, enjoying a moment of quiet together.

"You know," Katsuki started, his voice surprisingly gentle, "you're not as annoying as I thought you were when we first met."

You chuckled softly, nudging his shoulder playfully. "I'll take that as a compliment, Katsuki."

He huffed, but there was a genuine warmth in his eyes as he looked at you. "Yeah, well, someone's gotta keep you out of trouble."

In that moment, under the fading light of the festival, you realized just how much Katsuki cared for you, despite his tough exterior and gruff demeanor. His actions spoke louder than words, revealing a friendship built on mutual respect, unspoken understanding, and a growing affection that neither of you quite knew how to express.

And as you walked home together, sharing stories and laughing about the day's events, you couldn't help but feel grateful for having Katsuki Bakugou as your friend in middle school – a friend who, despite his explosive personality, had a soft spot just for you.

Anti-Hero

Plot: Bakugou teams up with the mysterious Anti-Hero, Akimetsu, to fight All For One.

P.S: Akimetsu is still YN

A/N: This story is inspired by a tiktok video that I saw, I don’t really use c.ai so I decided to make a story about it, sorry if this story is not the best, I just did this story for my own satisfaction cause I want it to be a story. but since I did it why not post it here on tumblr, the real owner of the idea is feeding.your.delu8 it’s on tiktok. That’s all enjoy reading!!

The rain poured heavily, drenching the city in darkness. Lightning flashed across the sky, followed by the deep rumble of thunder. Inside UA High, Bakugou, Izuku, and Shoto stood in Aizawa's office. The room was dimly lit, shadows flickering as the storm raged outside. The atmosphere was tense as they discussed their latest mission: finding a recruit to help them in the final battle against All For One and the League of Villains. They couldn't afford to fail—humanity's survival depended on it.

Aizawa, sitting behind his desk, looked serious. His elbows rested on the table, fingers intertwined as he leaned forward.

"I found a potential recruit. But it will be risky," Aizawa began, immediately catching the trio's attention.

"Who is it, Aizawa-sensei?" Izuku asked, speaking for all three of them. Bakugou and Shoto nodded, their eyes fixed on their teacher.

Aizawa reached into a drawer and pulled out a brown folder, tossing it onto the table. The folder slid across the surface, stopping in front of the three students.

"She's an Anti-Hero. A dangerous one at that. We don't know much about her. She's a slick girl who barely leaves any traces or information behind," Aizawa explained. Izuku picked up the folder, his curiosity piqued. Bakugou and Shoto leaned in, eager to see what was inside.

As Izuku opened the folder, a photo of a girl stared back at them. She wore a white joker mask and an all-black outfit, giving her an eerie, mysterious appearance.

Name: ??

Whereabouts: ??

Recent Sightings: Saitama Prefecture

Speed: 5/5

Power: 4/5

Intelligence: 5/5

Coordination: 5/5

Quirk Name: Chaos

Explanation: The user can create, shape, and manipulate chaotic forces in the universe. This allows them to manipulate probability or even shatter reality. They can change, mutate, destroy, or otherwise manipulate any matter, space, time, living beings, organizations, or minds and spirits. They also have the ability to contain this chaos, controlling its spread and directing it as they see fit.

Bakugou's eyes widened as he read the information. This girl was insanely powerful. For the first time, he felt something stir within him—an odd pull toward this mysterious Anti-Hero. It was like a string had been tugged at his heart, drawing him to her.

"The heroes and villains call her 'Akimetsu' because of her skills and Quirk," Aizawa continued, watching the trio absorb the information.

"She's our best shot at winning this war," Shoto said quietly, his gaze still fixed on the photo.

"But how do we find her? We don't even know her real name," Izuku wondered aloud.

"We'll start with her last known location in Saitama Prefecture," Aizawa replied. "But remember, she’s not someone to be taken lightly. If we approach her the wrong way, she could easily become our enemy instead of our ally."

Bakugou clenched his fists, his mind racing. He didn’t know why, but something about this girl made him want to find her—not just for the mission, but for himself. She was different from the others. She wasn’t some crazy fangirl or a weakling. She was strong, smart, and dangerous. And for the first time, Bakugou found himself genuinely interested in someone.

“Let’s go, then,” Bakugou said firmly, his usual confidence returning. “We don’t have time to waste.”

Aizawa nodded. “Prepare yourselves. This mission could be the most dangerous one yet.”

As they left Aizawa's office, the storm outside continued to rage, almost mirroring the storm of emotions brewing within Bakugou. He was determined to find Akimetsu, not just for the mission, but because something deep inside him told him that she was the one he had been waiting for.

Little did he know, this encounter would change everything.

The storm outside showed no signs of letting up. As Bakugou, Izuku, and Shoto prepared for their mission, they couldn't shake the feeling that this was going to be unlike anything they had faced before. Their search for Akimetsu took them to Saitama Prefecture, where the girl had been last sighted. The trio traveled through the rain-soaked streets, determined to track down the elusive Anti-Hero.

Weeks of searching yielded little progress. Akimetsu seemed to be a ghost, slipping through their grasp every time they thought they were getting close. Just when hope seemed to be dwindling, they received a tip-off about her whereabouts—a small, abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city.

The trio approached the warehouse cautiously. Shoto used his ice to create a path through the mud and puddles, while Izuku and Bakugou kept watch. As they neared the entrance, Bakugou's heart pounded in his chest. He couldn’t explain why, but the thought of meeting Akimetsu filled him with both excitement and anxiety.

The warehouse was dark and filled with shadows. The rain pattered against the metal roof, creating an eerie backdrop. The trio moved quietly through the darkened space, their footsteps echoing off the walls. Suddenly, they saw her—a figure standing alone in the middle of the warehouse.

Akimetsu stood tall, her white joker mask glinting in the dim light. Her all-black outfit made her blend seamlessly with the darkness. She seemed almost serene, despite the tension in the air. The trio stopped a few feet away, wary but ready to make their move.

“So, you finally decided to show up,” Akimetsu said, her voice soft but laced with a sharp edge. Her eyes, visible through the eyeholes of her mask, glimmered with a mix of curiosity and challenge.

Bakugou stepped forward, his usual bravado in full display. “You think you’re so tough hiding out here? We’re here to offer you a chance to join us. You could help us end this battle once and for all.”

Akimetsu tilted her head slightly, her eyes narrowing. “And why should I trust you? You think just because you’re heroes, you can demand my help?”

Shoto stepped in, trying to ease the tension. “We don’t mean to demand anything. We just need your help. The situation is dire, and we believe your abilities could make a difference.”

Akimetsu studied them for a moment, her expression unreadable. “Why would I risk my neck for you? What’s in it for me?”

Izuku took a step forward, speaking earnestly. “We’re fighting for the future of everyone, including people like you. We understand that you have your own reasons for being an Anti-Hero, but this is bigger than any one of us.”

Akimetsu’s eyes flickered with something like contemplation. “You make it sound so noble. But what if I’m not interested in being a part of your grand plan?”

Bakugou couldn’t hold back his frustration. “You’re stubborn. But fine, if you want to stay out of this, go ahead. Just don’t come crying to us if things go south.”

Akimetsu’s gaze lingered on Bakugou. “You’re quite the piece of work, aren’t you? I can see why you’re so confident.”

Bakugou gritted his teeth, but there was an unexpected thrill in her words. Her sharp tongue and cool demeanor intrigued him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Akimetsu smiled behind her mask, a hint of amusement in her voice. “You’re bold, but you’re also reckless. I can’t deny that’s impressive.”

The tension in the warehouse slowly began to shift. Despite their rocky start, Akimetsu’s sharp remarks and quiet strength resonated with Bakugou. Over the next few days, as they worked together, he began to notice the depth behind her tough exterior.

The team faced numerous challenges, each one pushing them to their limits. Akimetsu’s Quirk proved to be an invaluable asset. Her ability to manipulate reality and probability turned the tide in several dangerous situations. Bakugou found himself increasingly drawn to her—her intelligence, her calm demeanor, and her ability to challenge him like no one else ever had.

As they spent more time together, Bakugou’s initial frustration transformed into a deepening admiration. He discovered that beneath her quiet exterior and sharp tongue, Akimetsu had a code of her own. She wasn’t just a dangerous Anti-Hero; she was someone who cared deeply about her own ideals and principles.

One evening, after a particularly grueling battle, the team gathered in their temporary safe house. Akimetsu was sitting alone in a corner, her mask off, revealing a woman with striking features and an enigmatic aura. Bakugou found himself drawn to her once more, unable to shake the growing feelings he had for her.

“Why do you keep pushing me away?” Bakugou asked, his voice softer than usual. “We’ve been through a lot together. You’re not like anyone I’ve met before.”

Akimetsu looked up, her eyes meeting his. “You’re not like anyone I’ve met either. But that doesn’t mean I’m ready to change everything I’ve built for myself.”

Bakugou sighed, frustration mingling with something else—something deeper. “I don’t want you to change. I just want you to be a part of this. Maybe we can figure things out together.”

Akimetsu was quiet for a long moment, considering his words. Finally, she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. “You’re stubborn, Bakugou. But maybe that’s what makes you different.”

Bakugou couldn’t help but smile, a rare and genuine expression. “Yeah, well, I guess we’re both stubborn in our own ways.”

As the days turned into weeks, their partnership evolved into something more complex. The slow burn of their relationship was filled with moments of understanding and conflict. Bakugou admired Akimetsu’s strength and independence, while she began to see past his rough exterior to the man underneath.

Their feelings for each other grew, though neither of them was willing to admit it openly. The challenges they faced together only served to strengthen their bond. Through their shared struggles and victories, they found themselves increasingly reliant on each other, both professionally and personally.

The final battle raged on, the air thick with tension and the sounds of clashing powers. Heroes and villains fought with everything they had, but the combined might of All For One and the League of Villains was overwhelming. Bakugou, Izuku, and Shoto gave it their all, their exhaustion evident in every move. But it wasn’t enough—at least not until Akimetsu entered the fray.

Her Quirk, Chaos, bent reality to her will, twisting and redirecting attacks with a flick of her wrist. She moved with purpose, her control over the chaotic energies turning the tide in favor of the heroes. Bakugou watched her, a mix of awe and respect growing within him.

“Damn, you really know how to handle yourself,” said Bakugou, his eyes fixed on her.

“Just doing what needs to be done,” she replied without looking at him. “It’s not about showing off; it’s about getting the job done.”

As the battle raged on, Shigaraki and Toga launched a coordinated attack. Shigaraki’s decay spread rapidly, and Toga’s transformations created confusion among the heroes.

“Watch out! Shigaraki and Toga are pushing hard!” yelled Izuku, his voice tinged with urgency.

Akimetsu responded with calm resolve. She extended her arms, and a bubble of energy formed around her. Shigaraki’s decay was halted as it hit the bubble and dissipated. Toga’s attacks were redirected, her transformed forms vanishing into a vortex of chaotic energy.

“What the—? What’s happening?” Toga exclaimed, bewildered.

“This isn’t good. She’s turning our attacks against us!” Shigaraki growled, frustration evident.

“You should focus on the present, not on what’s happening around you. Your attacks are futile here,” said Akimetsu, her voice steady and unwavering.

Bakugou fought off villains that slipped through Akimetsu’s defenses, struck by how effectively her Quirk complemented his own explosive power.

“Hey, you keep that up, and we might actually stand a chance!” he called out, a rare note of praise in his voice.

“Don’t get too excited. We’re far from done,” she shot back, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.

When All For One joined the battle, his overwhelming power threatened to tip the scales. He unleashed a barrage of devastating attacks, shaking the ground and targeting the heroes with ruthless precision.

“You think you can defeat me? Your efforts are meaningless,” All For One declared, his voice booming across the battlefield.

“We’ll see about that,” Akimetsu replied, her tone ice-cold.

She manipulated reality around All For One, creating illusions and distortions that made it difficult for him to land a hit. The ground beneath him shifted unpredictably, throwing off his balance.

“What is this trickery?” All For One demanded, his frustration growing.

“It’s not trickery. It’s chaos. And it’s your undoing,” she said, her eyes narrowing as she concentrated.

Bakugou, Izuku, and Shoto coordinated their attacks with Akimetsu’s, each contributing to the effort. Shoto’s ice created obstacles, while Izuku’s powerful strikes and Bakugou’s explosions opened up opportunities for Akimetsu’s Quirk to exploit.

“We need to press the attack. He’s getting weaker,” said Shoto, his voice firm with determination.

“Right! Let’s give it everything we’ve got!” added Izuku, his resolve unwavering.

As All For One weakened, Akimetsu gathered her chaotic energy into a massive wave. The force was overwhelming, warping reality around All For One and shattering his defenses.

“This is it! Give him everything you’ve got!” shouted Bakugou, pouring all his strength into the final attack.

But in that moment, just as victory seemed within reach, a sudden shift occurred. All For One, though weakened, had one final trick up his sleeve. With a desperate surge of power, he launched a deadly attack aimed directly at Bakugou. The blast came out of nowhere, faster than anyone could react.

Akimetsu’s eyes widened in horror as the energy blast raced toward Bakugou. But before it could hit, a blur of movement appeared in front of him. Edgeshot, in a flash of heroic speed and precision, intercepted the blast, using his Quirk to thin and stretch his body, covering Bakugou’s wounds and stabilizing his vital organs. The explosion of power from All For One knocked Bakugou unconscious, but thanks to Edgeshot, his life was spared.

“You’re not dying on my watch, kid,” said Edgeshot, his voice calm but firm as he glanced back at Bakugou.

Bakugou was thrown back by the force but spared from the fatal blow. He lay on the ground, stunned and barely conscious, but alive.

“Damn... I’m still here,” Bakugou muttered, his breath ragged as he tried to push himself up.

Akimetsu rushed to his side, her heart pounding with relief. “Stay down, idiot! You almost got yourself killed.”

“I’m fine... Just a scratch,” he grunted, though the pain in his voice betrayed him.

With renewed determination, Akimetsu turned back to the battlefield. “We’re finishing this now.”

The heroes pushed forward with everything they had, and with Akimetsu’s chaotic energy tearing through the remnants of All For One’s defenses, the villain was finally defeated. The battlefield fell silent, the war won, but the toll it had taken on everyone was clear.

Timeskip

The battle had ended, and the war was over, but the aftermath was still being felt. The hospital was full of injured heroes, their bodies recovering from the grueling fight. Among them was Bakugou, his injuries severe but not life-threatening, thanks to Edgeshot’s quick intervention.

Akimetsu sat quietly by his hospital bed, her usual sharp demeanor softened by the worry she felt. She had been there since he was admitted, waiting for him to wake up, her mind replaying the battle over and over.

The room was quiet except for the steady beeping of the monitors. She leaned back in her chair, her eyes never leaving his face. His usual scowl was softened by sleep, and for once, he looked peaceful.

“You better wake up soon, you idiot,” she muttered, her voice barely a whisper. “You’ve still got a lot to answer for.”

She didn’t notice his fingers twitch at first, but then his hand moved slightly, a small groan escaping his lips. Akimetsu leaned forward, her heart skipping a beat.

“Bakugou?” she called softly, watching as his eyes slowly fluttered open.

“Where... where am I?” he mumbled, his voice groggy.

“You’re in the hospital, you big dummy,” she said, a small smile tugging at her lips. “You nearly got yourself killed.”

His eyes focused on her, a mix of confusion and relief washing over him. “You’re... still here?”

“Of course, I’m here. Someone has to make sure you don’t do anything stupid again,” she replied, trying to keep her tone light, though the worry in her eyes was clear.

He managed a weak grin, his usual fire slowly returning. “Tch. Like I’d let that happen again.”

“Good. Because next time, I might not be able to save you,” she said, her voice softening as she looked at him.

“Yeah, well... thanks,” he muttered, glancing away as a hint of pink touched his cheeks.

Akimetsu chuckled softly, shaking her head. “You’re welcome, Bakugou. Now get some rest. We’ve got a lot to talk about when you’re back on your feet.”

As Bakugou drifted in and out of sleep, Akimetsu remained by his side, her mind racing with thoughts she’d never allowed herself to entertain before. She had always kept her distance, maintaining her identity as a mysterious, untouchable figure. But now, sitting in the quiet of the hospital room, she felt something different—a connection that made her want to share more of herself than she ever had before.

Bakugou’s eyes fluttered open again, his gaze locking onto her. “You’re still here?”

“Yeah, and you better not get used to it,” she said, smirking. But then, her expression softened, and she leaned closer, lowering her voice. “I’ve got something to tell you.”

He raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. “What’s that?”

She hesitated for a moment, the weight of what she was about to say heavy on her heart. But she took a deep breath and decided it was time. “You’re the first person I’ve ever told this to... My real name.”

Bakugou’s eyes widened slightly, the seriousness of her tone catching him off guard. “Your real name?”

She nodded, leaning in so only he could hear. “It’s YN.”

For a moment, there was silence. Then Bakugou looked at her, something unspoken passing between them. “YN, huh?” he repeated, as if testing the name on his tongue. “Doesn’t suit you.”

A smile tugged at the corner of her lips. “Yeah? What’s that supposed to mean?”

He smirked, his usual fire flickering back to life. “I’m just saying, it’s too soft for someone like you.”

“Well, maybe I’m not as tough as I seem,” she replied, her voice carrying a note of vulnerability she rarely let anyone hear.

Bakugou’s expression softened, his gaze steady as he looked at her. “You’re plenty tough. But... thanks for telling me.”

“Don’t mention it,” she said, leaning back in her chair, the weight of her confession lifting slightly. “And don’t you dare tell anyone else.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he muttered, closing his eyes again. But this time, his hand reached out, finding hers and giving it a gentle squeeze.

As he drifted back to sleep, Akimetsu—or rather, YN—sat quietly, her hand still in his. For the first time, she felt like she could let down her guard, if only just a little. And in that moment, as she watched him sleep, she realized that maybe, just maybe, she wasn’t as alone as she thought.

Rules

• I will take try to requests for now.

• I mainly write the reader’s pronouns as she/her

• I mainly write for bakugou, I will probably write for a few characters.

• I won’t be posting much or regulary, but I will try my best

• hate comments is immediately blocked/removed

• I don’t write 18+ content.

Quite Comfort

Plot: At UA High, Bakugou's explosive temper finds calm around YN, the quiet girl mistaken for mute.

Bakugou Katsuki was known for his explosive temper and booming voice, a force of nature that intimidated most of his classmates. In stark contrast, YN was the quietest student in the class, rarely speaking—so much so that some speculated she might be mute.

Despite their differences, Bakugou found himself oddly calm whenever he was around YN. His reasoning was straightforward: her silence meant there was nothing to provoke his anger. He discovered a peculiar comfort in her quiet presence, as if her serene demeanor acted as a shield against his own volatile emotions.

One afternoon after class, Bakugou spotted YN sitting alone in the courtyard, engrossed in her sketchbook. He approached cautiously, not wanting to disturb her. "Hey," he grunted, trying to sound casual.

YN looked up, surprise flickering briefly in her eyes before she nodded in greeting.

"What are you drawing?" Bakugou asked, genuinely curious despite himself.

YN hesitated for a moment, then showed him the sketch—an intricate design of explosions intertwined with delicate flowers. Bakugou's eyebrows lifted in genuine admiration. "That's pretty cool," he admitted, a rare compliment from him.

YN smiled faintly, a small but genuine expression that made Bakugou feel oddly satisfied.

From that day on, a silent understanding grew between them. Bakugou would often find YN in quiet corners of the campus, reading or drawing, and he would sit beside her without a word. They didn't always talk, but the comfort of each other's presence was enough.

As weeks passed, Bakugou's classmates couldn't help but notice his unusual calmness whenever he was around YN. Kirishima, who had witnessed Bakugou explode over the smallest things, was particularly bewildered.

"Dude, why are you so chill around YN?" Kirishima asked one day during lunch, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

Bakugou scowled, his usual response to any probing question. "Shut up, Shitty Hair. It's none of your business."

But Kirishima was persistent. "No, seriously! You're like a different person around her. It's freaky."

Across the table, Mina chimed in with a mischievous grin. "Maybe Bakugou's got a crush!"

Bakugou's face turned an alarming shade of red, and he immediately exploded—verbally, this time. "I do not have a stupid crush, you idiots! She's just... quiet. It's not annoying."

Denki, always ready to tease Bakugou, leaned forward with a smirk. "Ohhh, Bakugou's got a soft spot!"

Bakugou slammed his hands on the table, causing everyone to jump. "I swear, I will blast you all into oblivion if you don't shut up!"

The teasing continued for days, with Bakugou's classmates making sly comments whenever he and YN were seen together. Todoroki, who observed silently from a distance, found the whole situation amusing but wisely chose not to comment.

Meanwhile, YN remained oblivious to the attention, quietly going about her day as usual. She noticed Bakugou's classmates whispering and giggling whenever they were around, but she paid it no mind. She was used to being the quiet one, after all.

One day, during hero training, Uraraka couldn't resist asking YN about her unique effect on Bakugou. "Hey YN, do you know that Bakugou acts all calm and collected around you?"

Y/N blinked in surprise, then smiled softly. "Yeah, I've noticed. It's... nice."

Uraraka grinned knowingly. "You must have some superpower we don't know about!"

YN chuckled softly, shaking her head. "I think he just appreciates the quiet."

From then on, Bakugou's calmness around Y/N became a running joke among the class, but it also garnered a newfound respect for Y/N's ability to soothe even the fieriest of tempers. As for Bakugou, while he continued to strongly deny any feelings beyond platonic friendship, his actions spoke louder than his words. He found comfort in YN's quiet presence, a rare oasis of calm in his otherwise explosive world.

Secret Crush

Plot: Bakugou has a secret crush on Y/N, a healer. After she helps him, Kirishima pushes him to confess his feelings, leading to a new connection between them.

Bakugou Katsuki was known for his explosive personality and fierce determination. But beneath his tough exterior, there was a softer side that only a few people had glimpsed. One person who had unknowingly captured this softer side was Y/N. Y/N was a calm and sweet person whose quirk was like a blessing. She could heal both herself and others, no matter how serious the injury.

The students of U.A. High School admired Y/N for her kindness and healing abilities, and she had a natural way of soothing people. Bakugou, who usually kept to himself, found himself drawn to Y/N. He admired her from afar, never quite able to figure out how to express his feelings. To him, she was like a quiet light in the midst of chaos.

One day, during a training session, Bakugou accidentally injured his arm during a particularly intense exercise. As usual, he tried to brush off the pain, but it was clear he was struggling. Y/N noticed his discomfort from across the room and approached him with a gentle smile.

“Let me help,” Y/N said softly.

Bakugou grunted in response but reluctantly extended his injured arm. As Y/N placed her hands over the wound, a warm glow emanated from her, and the pain seemed to melt away. Bakugou stared at her, a mix of embarrassment and gratitude in his eyes.

Kirishima Eijiro, Bakugou’s close friend, watched the exchange with growing curiosity. He had always been observant of his friends, and it wasn’t lost on him how Bakugou’s usual gruff demeanor seemed to soften around Y/N. Kirishima decided to dig a little deeper, not entirely sure what he would find but certain there was more to Bakugou’s feelings than met the eye.

Later that day, Kirishima cornered Bakugou in the common area of the dorms. “Hey, Bakugou,” he said casually, “you seemed pretty into Y/N today. Everything alright?”

Bakugou, caught off guard, scowled. “What are you talking about? I just needed my arm fixed. Nothing more.”

Kirishima raised an eyebrow, not buying Bakugou’s tough act. “I’ve seen the way you look at her. It’s not just about her healing you. You’ve got a thing for her, don’t you?”

Bakugou’s face turned a deep shade of red, and he growled in frustration. “Shut up, shitty hair! It’s not like that. I—” He trailed off, unable to find the right words to express himself.

Kirishima chuckled. “You don’t need to admit it to me. It’s pretty clear that you care about her. Just, maybe try not to be so hard on yourself. If you like her, maybe you should let her know.”

Bakugou huffed but seemed to ponder Kirishima’s words. The next day, during another training session, he found himself once again in need of Y/N’s help. As she healed him, he gathered the courage to speak up.

“Y/N,” he began awkwardly, “I, uh, I just wanted to say thanks. For everything. You’re…you’re really amazing.”

Y/N looked at him with a warm smile. “You don’t need to thank me, Bakugou. I’m just happy to help.”

Bakugou’s heart raced, and he finally managed to admit, “I don’t just mean thanks for the healing. I… I really appreciate you. More than you might know.”

Y/N’s eyes widened in surprise and delight. “Bakugou, I didn’t know you felt that way.”

Bakugou shrugged, trying to play it cool but failing miserably. “Yeah, well, I guess I’m not very good at this.”

Y/N smiled even wider. “That’s okay. I’m glad you told me.”

From that day on, things between Bakugou and Y/N began to change. They started spending more time together, and Bakugou found himself slowly opening up more. Kirishima watched with a grin, glad to see his friend finally letting his softer side shine through. And while Bakugou and Y/N’s journey was just beginning, it was clear that something special was growing between them, thanks to the gentle healing touch of a kind-hearted hero and the unexpected feelings of a stubborn, explosive one.