Beach Day

Beach Day

Plot: Bakugou and YN enjoy a fun, relaxing day together at the beach, making simple moments special.

It was a sunny day, and the sound of waves crashing against the shore filled the air as Bakugou and YN arrived at the beach. The golden sand stretched out before them, and the sparkling ocean seemed to call their names. YN immediately smiled, excited to feel the soft sand between her toes, while Bakugou gave the water a wary glance.

“C’mon, Bakugou! You love the beach,” YN said, grinning as she ran ahead, throwing her towel down on the sand.

“Tch, I like the beach, not the water,” Bakugou grumbled, following after her at a slower pace. He loved the calm of being near the ocean, but swimming wasn’t really his thing.

YN giggled, understanding. She knew how much Bakugou adored the outdoors, but getting him in the water was a rare sight. “Wait right here,” she said, running off toward one of the nearby beach shops.

Bakugou furrowed his brows but sat down on the towel, watching as YN darted off. He crossed his arms, leaning back on his elbows as the sun warmed his skin. The sound of the waves was nice, but he couldn’t deny that he was getting bored just sitting there.

After a few minutes, YN returned, a huge smile on her face as she hid something behind her back.

“What’s with that grin?” Bakugou asked, raising a brow.

“I got you something! You said you don’t like the water, so I figured you’d need something else to do.” YN pulled out a small, bright yellow toy excavator—complete with a remote control—from behind her back. “Ta-da! You can dig around in the sand with it. It even has a controller!”

Bakugou blinked, staring at the toy and its controller. “Are you serious?”

YN nodded enthusiastically. “Yup! You can make it dig, move sand, and build little sand mountains with it. Just like a real excavator. Trust me, it’ll be fun!”

Bakugou stared at the toy for a moment, looking between it and YN’s hopeful expression. A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”

“Maybe, but I bet you’ll like it.” YN winked before plopping down next to him, pushing the controller into his hands.

He grumbled but took the remote. At first, he simply poked at the sand with the excavator, unsure of what to do. But after a few moments, he started driving it around, making little piles and scooping up sand. YN watched him, a soft smile on her face as Bakugou gradually got into it.

“Look at you, Mr. Excavator Expert,” YN teased, leaning over to give him a playful nudge.

“Shut up,” Bakugou muttered, but there was no bite in his tone. Instead, he kept playing with the toy, maneuvering it to make small sand hills and trenches with precision.

YN laughed, watching the normally tough and serious Bakugou focus on his tiny remote-controlled excavator. It was so simple, but so adorable. She couldn’t help but snap a quick picture of him, saving it for later.

After a while, Bakugou paused, catching her sneaky move. “Oi, what’re you taking pictures for?”

“Just a cute memory,” YN said with a grin. “You look so happy with your toy excavator.”

Bakugou scoffed, but there was a faint blush on his cheeks. “Whatever.” He reached out and pulled YN closer, his arm wrapping around her waist. “Next time, we’re getting you a toy. I’m not gonna be the only one playing.”

YN giggled, resting her head on his shoulder as they both looked out at the waves. “Deal. As long as you keep having fun.”

Bakugou smirked and kissed the top of her head. “Yeah, yeah. Just don’t make this a habit.”

“Too late,” YN whispered, giggling as Bakugou gave her a playful side-eye.

The two spent the rest of the afternoon sitting in the sand, Bakugou occasionally using the excavator and its controller to dig around while YN watched, basking in the warmth of the sun and the cuteness of the moment.

Photo Repair

Plot: YN tears a photo in anger. Bakugou repairs it, leading to making up.

It had been a rough day. Bakugou and YN stood across from each other, tension thick in the air. Their argument, which started small, had blown up bigger than either of them expected. YN, feeling frustrated and upset, grabbed a photo of the two of them—a happy memory—and tore it in half.

Bakugou’s eyes widened as he watched the photo fall to the floor in pieces. His jaw clenched, but he didn’t yell. He just stared at the torn pieces, his heart sinking. YN stormed out, feeling a mix of anger and regret, but at that moment, her emotions were too strong to turn back.

Hours passed, and the silence between them grew louder. YN sat on the couch, hugging her knees, replaying the fight in her head. She hadn’t meant to go that far, especially with the photo. It was a special moment, and tearing it felt like tearing a part of their bond.

Bakugou eventually walked into the room, quieter than usual. Without saying a word, he grabbed the pieces of the photo from the floor and sat at the table. YN watched as he pulled out some tape and began patiently fixing the picture. He wasn’t angry anymore, just focused, as if repairing the photo would repair what had happened between them.

His hands moved carefully, lining up the edges and smoothing out the tape. YN’s heart softened as she saw the gentle look in his eyes. She stood up and slowly walked over to him, guilt pressing down on her chest.

“Bakugou…” she started, her voice barely a whisper.

He looked up at her, pausing for a moment. “I’m not mad, you know,” he said quietly. “You didn’t have to rip it, though.”

“I know,” YN said, sitting beside him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

He sighed, running a hand through his messy hair. “I get it. We both got worked up.”

There was a long pause, the kind that felt like everything was falling back into place. YN watched him finish taping the last piece of the photo, and her heart swelled at the sight of his quiet determination.

“You’re really fixing it,” YN said softly, a small smile tugging at her lips.

Bakugou smirked, his usual confidence returning. “Well, someone has to fix it after you ruined it, right?”

YN laughed, a light sound that made Bakugou’s heart feel a little lighter. She leaned her head on his shoulder, and he didn’t pull away. Instead, he reached for her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“We’ll be okay,” he muttered, still looking at the now-fixed photo. “We always are.”

“Yeah,” YN whispered, squeezing his hand back, “we will.”

Soft for You || Katsuki Bakugou

Bakugou never thought he’d go soft for anyone. He was the loud, explosive hero-in-training, known for his harsh words and even harsher glares. But somehow, YN had managed to sneak past all that.

They weren’t dating, even though Bakugou secretly wished they were. He didn’t know when it started, but every time YN was around, he became softer. He found himself being nicer, more patient—even calm, which his friends noticed right away.

“Bakugou, you good?” Kirishima asked one afternoon, catching him staring at YN as she worked on a project across the room.

Bakugou grunted, eyes still on YN. “I’m fine. Mind your business.”

Truth was, he wasn’t fine. YN had him wrapped around her finger, and she didn’t even know it. Every time she walked by with that sweet smile, his heart would speed up. And every time she talked to him, he’d stumble over his words, trying to act like he wasn’t totally into her.

“Hey, Bakugou, can you help me with this?” YN asked kindly, holding up a paper.

He blinked at her, feeling his face heat up. “Yeah, sure,” he mumbled, walking over and trying to keep his hands steady as he took the paper from her. He was surprisingly gentle, leaning in closer than he usually would.

“Thanks, Bakugou!” she said, smiling brightly.

That smile. It was killing him. He couldn’t help but soften even more. “Tch, whatever,” he said, shoving his hands into his pockets, trying to act cool.

But YN didn’t notice. She was too focused on her work to see how Bakugou’s whole attitude changed when she was around, how his voice got quieter, how his eyes followed her every move. To her, Bakugou was still the same loud, hot-headed classmate.

He watched her walk away, chewing the inside of his cheek. How does she not see it? he thought. Bakugou had no clue how to tell her how he felt. All he knew was that every time YN smiled or laughed, his world felt a little better, and he wanted to protect that.

Later, while YN was sitting at the lunch table with her friends, Bakugou quietly came over. He casually placed an extra juice box by her tray. “You forgot to grab one,” he muttered, barely looking at her.

YN blinked in surprise. “Oh, thanks, Bakugou! I didn’t even notice.” She smiled again, completely missing the fact that he had been paying attention to her all along.

Kirishima nudged him. “Dude, you’re so into her.”

“Shut up,” Bakugou hissed, but he didn’t deny it.

If only YN could see it. But for now, Bakugou was happy just being around her, hoping one day she’d realize how he’d do anything for her—how he was already falling for her, one soft moment at a time.

Sneak Attack

Plot: Bakugou’s tough demeanor at UA is constantly challenged by YN’s unintentional act of kindness, slowly revealing a softer side of him.

Bakugou and YN were classmates at UA High, but Bakugou found himself in an unusual problem whenever he was around YN. She had this knack for doing adorable things without realizing it, like smiling brightly or being naturally kind. For Bakugou, who was known for his tough exterior and explosive temper, this was a constant source of flustering embarrassment.

Whenever YN would smile at him or innocently compliment his achievements, Bakugou's face would turn red. He'd often snap at her, "Damn you and your sneak attack! I told you to stop it!" YN would always look confused because she had no idea what he meant.

One day, during a training exercise, YN accidentally tripped and Bakugou, being nearby, rushed to help her up. She thanked him with a genuine smile, and Bakugou, caught off guard by her sweetness, mumbled something incomprehensible before storming off, his face as red as his explosions.

Bakugou clenched his fists as he watched YN effortlessly help a lost kitten down from a tree during lunch break. Her gentle smile and soft-spoken reassurances to the scared animal made Bakugou's heart skip a beat. As she returned, unaware of his gaze, Bakugou grumbled under his breath.

"Darn it, YN! Stop being so damn... nice!"

YN tilted her head, puzzled. "Huh? What did I do now, Bakugou?"

"Nothing! Forget it!" Bakugou snapped, turning away to hide the faint blush on his cheeks.

Later that week, during a training session, Bakugou and YN found themselves partnered together for a sparring exercise. YN, always cheerful and supportive, encouraged Bakugou as they strategized.

"You've got this, Bakugou! Just like we practiced!"

Bakugou couldn't help but feel a surge of determination fueled by her unwavering belief in him. As they fought side by side, he noticed YN's effortless grace and quick reflexes, which complemented his explosive power perfectly.

After a successful round, YN beamed at him, her eyes sparkling with pride. "See? We make a great team!"

Bakugou grunted in response, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips before he turned away, muttering something about needing to train harder.

As the school year progressed, Bakugou found himself seeking out YN's company more often, whether it was for study sessions or casual chats. Each time he saw her smile or heard her laugh, Bakugou's heart raced uncontrollably. It was infuriating how easily she could affect him.

One afternoon, after a particularly intense training session, YN approached Bakugou with a bottle of water and a concerned expression. "Are you okay, Bakugou? You pushed yourself really hard today."

Bakugou scoffed but accepted the water nonetheless. "I'm fine. Just need to work on a few things."

YN nodded understandingly, then surprised Bakugou by gently patting his shoulder. "You're doing great, Bakugou. Don't be so hard on yourself."

Bakugou felt a warmth spread through him at her words, and he found himself blurting out, "Damn it, YN! You're always doing this!"

YN blinked in confusion. "Doing what?"

"Sneak attacking me with your... your kindness!" Bakugou's face flushed crimson, but he met YN's gaze with a rare vulnerability in his eyes.

YN's confusion melted into a soft smile. "Oh, Bakugou... I didn't realize."

Before Bakugou could react further, YN leaned in and hugged him briefly, catching him completely off guard. Bakugou stiffened for a moment before tentatively returning the hug, his heart pounding in his chest.

From that day on, Bakugou gradually became more comfortable showing his softer side around YN. They shared moments of laughter, understanding, and occasional bickering that only brought them closer together.

As graduation day approached, Bakugou found himself standing nervously in front of YN, a small box in his hands. He had rehearsed what he wanted to say a hundred times in his head, but now, his mind went blank.

YN tilted her head, smiling gently. "What's on your mind, Bakugou?"

Bakugou took a deep breath, then blurted out, "I... I like you, YN. More than just a friend."

YN's eyes widened in surprise, then softened with happiness. "Oh, Bakugou..."

Before she could say anything else, Bakugou quickly opened the box to reveal a small pendant shaped like an explosion, symbolizing their time together at UA High.

"I know it's not much," Bakugou muttered, suddenly feeling awkward.

YN took the pendant delicately in her hands, her eyes shining with tears of joy. "It's perfect, Bakugou. Thank you."

Bakugou scratched the back of his head, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. "Yeah, well... don't get used to me being all mushy like this."

YN laughed, a sound that warmed Bakugou's heart like nothing else. "I wouldn't dream of it, Bakugou."

As they walked hand in hand towards their future, Bakugou couldn't help but feel grateful for YN's persistent kindness that had turned his world upside down in the best possible way. And amidst all the explosions and challenges they faced, their love continued to grow, strong and steady like Bakugou's unwavering resolve.

Lip Gloss

Plot: Bakugou kisses YN daily for her lip gloss, making others feel single.

credit to @cashmoneyyysstuff

It was a bright morning, and class was about to start. YN walked up to the classroom door, feeling the usual excitement in her chest. She had just applied a new flavor of lip gloss, one she knew Bakugou would notice.

As soon as she got to the door, Bakugou was already there waiting for her. Without saying a word, he leaned in and pressed his lips against hers, tasting the sweet flavor. It was strawberry today. He hummed in satisfaction, smirking as he pulled away.

“Strawberry, huh? Tastes good,” said Bakugou with a sly grin.

YN felt her cheeks heat up but smiled softly. "You always know, don’t you?"

“Of course, I do,” he replied, brushing a thumb over her lips. "It’s like a daily check."

Their classmates, who were all watching from their seats, couldn't help but stare. Kirishima nudged Kaminari, shaking his head with a laugh. "Man, Bakugou really does this every day, huh?"

"Right in front of us too," said Kaminari, feeling a little jealous.

Mina sighed, leaning back in her chair. "They make us all look so single. It’s not fair!"

Bakugou shot them a look, his arm still around YN. "What are you extras lookin’ at?"

"Nothing, nothing," they all quickly muttered, looking away.

YN couldn’t help but giggle as Bakugou gave her one last smirk before leading her into the classroom. He didn’t care what anyone thought. As long as he got his morning kiss—and a taste of her lip gloss—everything was right in his world.

The Only Exception

Plot: Bakugou hates everyone but YN, the only one who softens his tough exterior.

Bakugou Katsuki wasn’t known for his friendliness. In fact, the opposite was true. He was brash, loud, and always seemed to have a scowl on his face. Most people avoided him, and that was exactly how he liked it. Except for one person: YN.

No one could understand how someone like YN, always smiling and filled with sunshine, could handle someone as explosive as Bakugou. It didn’t make sense. Bakugou seemed to hate everyone, but for some reason, when it came to YN, his attitude completely shifted.

The moment YN entered the common room, his eyes softened. She bounced in, her usual cheerful self, waving to everyone in the room.

“Hey, guys!” she called out, her smile lighting up the space. Kaminari, Sero, and Kirishima waved back, used to her bright personality.

Mina leaned in and whispered to Kirishima, “Watch. He’s gonna melt the second she talks to him.”

Sure enough, YN walked over to Bakugou, who was slouched on the couch, arms crossed and glaring at the TV. His scowl softened just slightly as she approached.

“Hey, Katsuki,” she said softly, sitting down beside him.

“Tch, what do you want?” he grumbled, but there was no bite to his words. In fact, he shifted slightly, making more room for her to sit closer.

She grinned. “Just wanted to see what you were up to.”

He huffed, his eyes still glued to the screen. “I’m watching a stupid show ‘cause these extras can’t pick a decent channel.”

“Hey!” Kaminari called out from across the room, clearly offended. “This show is awesome!”

Bakugou ignored him, his focus still on YN. She just laughed and leaned into his side. To everyone else, Bakugou was intimidating and aggressive. But with YN, it was like he was a completely different person.

“Wanna get some fresh air?” she asked, her eyes sparkling as she looked up at him.

He glanced at her for a moment, then shrugged. “Whatever. I was getting sick of sitting around with these idiots anyway.”

As they stood up, the rest of the group exchanged knowing looks. Bakugou had always been protective of YN, and while he seemed to hate everyone else, it was clear to everyone that he was softer when she was around.

Once they were outside, YN breathed in deeply, enjoying the cool air. Bakugou walked beside her, his hands shoved into his pockets. His usual tense expression had eased, and he glanced at her every so often as if making sure she was okay.

“You’re the only one who gets away with making me do stupid stuff like this,” he muttered under his breath.

YN smiled, nudging him playfully. “That’s because you secretly love it.”

He scoffed but didn’t deny it. She had a way of breaking down the walls he built around himself, and he didn’t mind it when it was her.

They walked in comfortable silence for a while until YN suddenly stopped. “Katsuki?”

“Hm?” He turned to face her, raising an eyebrow.

“Why are you so different with me?”

The question seemed to catch him off guard, and for a moment, he didn’t know how to respond. His usual bravado faltered, and he shifted uncomfortably. “What do you mean?”

“You’re…kinder. I mean, not to everyone, but with me, you don’t act the same.”

Bakugou looked away, his jaw tightening as if struggling to find the right words. Finally, he let out a sigh. “Because you’re different.”

She blinked, surprised by his answer. “Different how?”

He rubbed the back of his neck, clearly frustrated with himself. “You’re not annoying like the rest of them,” he muttered. “You don’t piss me off. I don’t feel like I have to be on guard with you.”

YN smiled softly, stepping closer to him. “So, you don’t hate me?”

He rolled his eyes, but his lips twitched slightly, like he was holding back a smile. “No, idiot. You’re the only one I don’t hate.”

Her heart fluttered at his words, and before she could stop herself, she wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug. Bakugou stiffened for a moment, not used to physical affection like this, but then he relaxed, his arms hesitantly wrapping around her.

“Tch, you’re such a pain,” he mumbled, though his hold on her tightened ever so slightly.

YN just grinned into his chest. “You love it.”

And though he would never admit it out loud, she knew he did.