Nervous

Nervous

pairing: fem!reader x katsuki bakugo; mutual pining

summary: nervous bakugo. nervous bakugo. nervous bakugo. nervous bakugo. nervous bakugo. nervous bakugo.

a/n: this is honestly just self indulgent.

Bakugo doesn't typically get nervous.

He felt confident in his academic ability. While Yaoyorozu took the spot as the top ranking student from the recent math test, he was still near the top with a near perfect score.

As for his quirk, he's come a long way being a third year and all. He continues to surpass his limits every day. He feels satisfied while looking at the gradual progression of his physical ability.

Regardless, there's no preparation when he sees you walk into homeroom.

He can feel his heart beating a bit faster than usual. Hearing his heart beating in his ears.

So he tries to slow down his breathing.

But that makes his head go dizzy.

So he throws that plan out the window.

He tries to breathe like normal. But then what's the normal pace for breathing? Or what was normal for him?

He can feel his palm get sweaty as he was gripping his pencil. He quickly wipes his hands on his uniform pants.

Small, almost silent, pricks can be heard from the combination of Bakugo's quirk and his pants.

All while he is trying to remember how to breathe normally.

He almost didn’t realize that you sat next time to him if it wasn't your perfume.

It was sweet.

You were sweet. Always considerate and kind towards your friends.

Friends.

Pretty sure you guys are somewhat friends, Bakugo likes to think.

You guys don’t talk much though, Bakugo tries to keep the conversation to a minimum, not because he doesn't like you.

Quite the opposite, actually. It's because he will turn into a stuttering, blushing mess if you look at him with those pretty eyes of yours.

Don't believe me? Let's take a look at last week incident, shall we?

It was a day at gym gamma for class 1-a, typical quirk-strengthening session for them. Everyone was occupied with their own physical abilities.

Kirishima, in particular, was tearing up a rock wall with his hardening quirk. The wall began to have multiple cracks, in fact, a large one was scaling to the top.

A piece of debris was about to fall.

Kirishima looked up a bit too late and saw that the slab of rock was leaning above Bakugo.

Bakugo, on the other hand, was absorbed in his training as he was perfecting his aim for his AP shot move. His arms felt heavy and his arms were getting tired of the weight of his gauntlets.

"Bakugo, watch out!" Kirishima calls out.

Bakugo quickly looks to his side, listening to Kirishima's warning, but he realizes what used to be a sunny spot, was overshadowed by something.

Bakugo looks up and sees the upcoming rubble.

He didn't have time to blink before the falling debris was pulverized.

Bakugo looked in awe yet confusion at how sudden all this was, and wondering how did he not get smushed?

"You're a real damsel in distress aren't you?"

Bakugo's eyes widened at the familiar feminine voice and the source as to why he wasn't just crushed right now.

He looks to his left side and sees you smirking.

Actually, he wished the boulder crushed him.

"Y-you're the real damsel in distress here!"

"Yeah? Will you be my knight and shining armor, then?" Y/n said while nearing Bakugo.

Katsuki's face felt like it was on fire. He developed enough sweat to blow up a small village.

"No, of course not! Save yourself!"

"Aaah so you don't want to be number one then, huh?"

"Huh!? I-I never said that! Don't put words in my mouth, extra!"

Y/n only chuckled a bit and as the moment passed, she looked at Bakugo with a look that he couldn't really describe, but she looked like she was on the cusp of asking something.

But she blew out some air and walked away, returning to her spot in the gym to resume her training.

And you being effortlessly stunning doesn’t really help.

“Pst, Bakugo. Did you study for today’s quiz?”

Bakugo nearly jumped out of his seat. Hearing you say his name was music to his ears. His heart beat feels like a rising crescendo on a drum set.

"Tch, of course."

"Damn, I kinda forgot" Y/n laughed a bit and sent an easy-going smile his way.

Bakugo feels like he's melting at that smile of yours. It's like you want him to embarrass himself.

Before Bakugo can reprimand you, Aizawa enters the classroom and begins class.

The bell rang, signaling it's time for lunch.

Class 1-a made their way to the cafeteria, splitting to different groups as such.

Bakugo was observant. Well, specifically towards Y/n. He felt like whenever he got the chance his eyes always gravitated towards her.

Y/n typically sat at Midoryia's table, so she was walking beside Uraraka towards the line to get food.

"Ooo! Y/n, c',mon, hurry! They are going to run out of curry buns!" Uraraka urges her friend to join her in running to make the line.

"Alright, alright. I'm coming!" She starts to pick up the pace.

However, there was a small puddle in Y/n's way, of course, she didn't notice this.

One wrong placement of her foot, and she was slipping backwards.

Uraraka looked back and realized, but it was too late as she reached out her hand, hoping to help.

Y/n squeezed her eyes shut at the impact, but it never came.

Someone did catch Y/n.

And it was a certain spiky haired kid with sandy blonde hair who had the biggest crush on her.

Y/n opened her eyes and looked into Bakugo's.

It took a couple seconds to realize how close they were.

They were so close, so close that if they were any closer, they would probably touch-

Oh, boy, did they turn into ripe tomatoes.

Bakugo immediately raised Y/n so quickly as if her skin was scalding hot water. Y/n letting out a small yelp in response.

Now, they stood facing each other, letting silence take over.

"Um-"

"Thanks for catching me!" Y/n spoke quickly and began to speed walk in the opposite direction, trying to catch up with Uraraka.

While Bakugo was still trying to process at how close in proximity they were just a few seconds ago.

It was quick, but Y/n turned back to see Bakugo still standing there.

She looked sorta conflicted, but she ended up quickly making her way back to Bakugo. Until she was right infront of him once again, but was a lot closer.

She quickly got on her tip toes and kissed his cheek and said, "I guess you really are my knight in shining armor." And once again, turned and left as fast as she arrived, leaving Bakugo speechless.

He felt like his world stopped for a good minute.

He touched his cheek where you kissed, trying to savor the feeling.

“You okay, y/n?” Ochako asked as her friend finally caught up to her.

“Yeah, just a bit flustered is all.” Y/n reassured with a small smile.

It was the end of the school day, class 1-a was retiring to their dorm rooms.

Y/n was walking with Mina while Bakugo and Kirishima were behind them.

"How well do you think you did on that quiz today? I guessed on some of them, but I feel like I got most of the concepts down." Mina questions.

"Let's just say I'd be surprised if I got anything right on that quiz." Y/n said with a scratching the back of her head in embarrassment.

Mina throws her head back and laughs, as Y/n looks down with a small smile playing her lips.

"Hey Y/n, you should get Bakugo to tutor you. He may not look it, but he really gets the material." Kirishima refers to his explosive bestie.

Kirishima knew the little crush Bakugo had, it was obvious to see. Nonetheless, Y/n felt that maybe her feelings weren't reciprocated.

Y/n looks behind at Kirishima, head nods, then turns her attention to Bakugo.

Bakugo took a self note to blast Kirishima into the sky later for putting him on the spot, especially in front Y/n.

"It's not that hard." Bakugo mumbled.

Y/n noticed Bakugo's face to be redder than usual, but she chalked it up to the cold weather at the moment.

Kirishima and Mina shared a knowing looked, which led to Mina exasperatedly say, "Okay, well we'll let you guys sort out of the details. Let's go Kirishima! Let's see what we are having for dinner." Mina and Kirishima walked off to the dorm building.

Y/n made a mental note to scold Mina about leaving her alone, especially with Bakugo.

There was some silence.

Bakugo felt like his mind was going a million miles per hour at the moment. Trying to find the right words to go about this.

"So, I hear you're a tutor" "We can tutor in my room"

They spoke at the same time.

Then the silence erupted again.

The mere thought of being alone in a room with Bakugo, even just studying, made Y/n turn into a tomato.

While Bakugo thought he jumped the gun at offering his room to study. She didn't even ask yet!

"That sounds great!" "N-no I mean."

Again, simultaneously.

Y/n let out a breathy laugh at how awkward this is going. If only the pair weren’t so awkward with each other.

"Oh, so you can't tutor me?" Y/n asked slowly to make sure she's clear.

"No! I mean, yes!"

Y/n titled her head to one side in confusion at his dual answers.

Bakugo thought it was the cutest thing, though.

"I mean, I can tutor you” Bakugo lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding, “if you want”.

Y/n let out a sigh of relief as well, trying to calm her racing heart.

"I'd like that." Y/n smiles at Bakugo and he feels his legs turn to jelly. He merely nods, trying to act cool.

Y/n turns to walk into the dorms. As soon as she is inside, Bakugo finally lets up on his stone-cold feature and jumps up in excitement at being successful in talking to Y/n.

He even raised his fist in the air for the achievement, doing his happy dance.

The moment of success was short lived as he turned back to the entrance of the dorms and spots Y/n through the window, staring at him with wide eyes.

Bakugo is beyond embarrassed.

However, y/n just offers a lighthearted smile and a wave.

He returns the favor and walks in.

As much as he thought that he was an absolute dork in front of her, he couldn’t help the smile that reached his face.

TIRESOME || K. BAKUGOU

You tell Bakugou you've had enough. He shows you that there's still hope left.

Genre: angst, a lot of fluff and suggestive

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Loving Bakugou is tiring.

You should know, considering that you have tried everything in your power to understand who he is, what he is exactly.

Your confession had been quiet and unspoken, one evening spent together that had dragged out to the earl hours of the morning. You'd whispered it out, fearing his reaction deapite having been friends with him ever since you first met at the pro-hero agency.

But Bakugou had merely dispelled your fears by leaning down and, ruby red eyes sliding over to hold your own, pressing a small peck to your lips.

That had been enough to cause a rack of butterflies to explode through your chest. A blushing mess, you'd only nodded when he asked to pick you up before work the next morning.

But Bakugou is a hard person to love.

Not because he's hard per se. But he's oblivious, and distant, and alqays has something else better to do than spend time with you.

He'll never abandon his practice. It's vital to him, the most essential part of his life, his will to live if you must. And when he's not training, he is out flying over buildings to stop the ones destroying them, letting his reputation preced him as he takea down whatever vilain stands in his way, the great Dynamight.

And when he's not out saving the world, well, he's training again. And so the cycle goes on.

You wish he made time for you, carved a slither of it out from his busy schedule, his busy life.

"Hey, can we meet?" You can hear him moving through the space on the other end of the line, certain that he won't be stopping even if this is an important conversation.

To you at least.

"I got five meetings today. Then I have my shift."

There's no apology hanging at the tip of his voice.

"Oh." You pick at your nails, blinking back the tears gathering in your eyes, "then can we meet tomorrow?"

"Can't. I have morning shift. Then a meeting." And then, as if he has the ability to feel sorry, he adds, "sorry."

He's not sorry. You know he isn't.

Bakugou doesn't want to stir trouble, nor does he want to hurt you on purpose. No. You know it isn't his selfishness talking. Rather, it's the complete opposite. His duty comes first.

There are times where you've tried; where you bring him bento boxes (homemade and still warm from being snug in your backpack) only to bring it back unopened, where you stop by his house just to catch a glimpse of his figure rushing out of the door and exchanging nothing more than a greeting and maybe a small ruffle of your hair, where you leave messages on his phone before you go to sleep every night with a small, timid "I love you" despite him never answering.

And it hurts. It hurts you. You're not even sure if he loves you, or whether he regrets his decision after realizing that maybe he doesn't want you in the same way you want him.

You snap.

"I can't do this anymore."

Those are the words that blurt out of your mouth the moment Bakugou starts walking away from you after his millionth excuse of having patrol duty. Fuck patrol duty.

Balugou freezes in his tracks, body tensing.

He turns, slow and deliberate, red orbs slashing into your face with initial anger barely simmering, but with confusion too.

He's silent for once. That prompts you to go on.

"You--You make it so hard to love you, Bakugou," you choke up on your words, unable to keep the emotion at bay as all your pent-up frustration spills out of you, "I'm trying. I try to make plans, I come by to bring you lunch because that's literally the only chance of me seeing you, I--I try calling you even when I know you probably won't answer because you're busy. But --that's not a relationship. I keep trying to reach out to you--"

Tears are spilling down your cheeks at this point, but you push through nevertheless, knowing that this might be the last time you'll get to talk to him like this.

"But you don't-- you don't make an effort and I'm sick, and tired of this endless vicious cycle and--I love you but--" you're shaking your head now, harder, trying to wipe at your tears with the back of your hand, "-- but I can't go on. Not like this."

Silence engulfs the air, only broken by your sniffles as you keep your gaze latched on the ground. You won't-- can't look up into your boyfriend's eyes for fear of what you might find in them. Disgust, repulsion, pity--

That is, before a warm, calloused hand grasps your chin. Tilts your head up.

Your eyes flutter up to his face. You almost cringe at his scowl except--

Hurt. There's hurt in his eyes. Something you've never seen before.

"I'll come to yours tonight," he holds your gaze, ruby red clashing with soft maroon with that dark scowl he has whenever something displeases him, "we can talk then."

You don't say anything. You're not sure if there's anything left to say.

And as though sensing your reluctance, he adds a soft, "please."

So you agree.

Only this time, you'll hear him out. Whatever he wants to say, because you know that Bakugou needs time to get his head straight, to re-arrange his thoughts so that they make sense and that time that people might be calling a waste, is time that you can spare, if only that allowa you to peek into the complex mind that is Bakugou.

You're curled up on your couch that evening, trying to distract yourself with one of the books you've been putting off reading even though you can't even seem to register one single word running along the page.

The clock ticking along the far wall reminds you that it's past nine and almost time for bed, but you force your eyes open, fingers curling into the material of your sweater as you mutter to yourself that he'll be here. He'll be here because he promised.

And then, finally, a knock at the door.

You don't realize you're shaking as you go to open it, until your fingers almost miss the lock twice. Taking a deep breath in and exhaling softly, you manage to twist the lock and push the door open.

Seeing Bakugou in the flesh, after that whole speech, makes something in your heart twist in pain.

You swallow hard. Look away.

"Hi," your voice sounds weird, alienated, "thanks for--"

Your words turn into a surprised yelp as Bakugou closes the distance between you two, cups your face between two rough palms, and before you can do anything else, locks his lips to yours.

Fireworks explode behind your eyelids.

You let out a surprised gasp, soon covered by Bakugou's mouth pressing onto yours, sliding until they find a rhythm. He kisses you fervently, hands holding your face close, nibbling along your lower lip and causing a string of butterflies to explode through your chest.

Your hands unknowingly latch onto the front of his shirt, tugging him closer still as you start kissing back, following his lead, falling into a pattern of clashing mouth and tongue and teeth clicking. And when his tongue finally slides between your lips, you can't help the desperate moan echoing through the back of your throat.

Bakugou grunts, as if satisfied, and you don't notice that he's backing you into your flat, closed the door with his foot, until your spine presses against the cold wall and causes you to gasp once more.

Big, warm hands slide down your sides to grip your hips more firmly, practically molding you to his chest. His tongue darts out, suckles on yours in a way that leaves you breathless, while your own arms wind around his neck, slither through his blonde locks to tug him even closer.

The growl that rumbles through Bakugou's chest is enough to make you tremble down to your toes.

He kisses like a man starved, deprived of food for days. Like a man who has just discovered what water means and though your head is swirling with no other thoughts but Bakugou, you still think there are things to resolve.

So you pull back, lips disentangling with a soft 'pop' for you to murmur, "Bakugou, we need to--"

"Shut up," he rasps against your jaw, mouth latching onto a soft patch of skin there. His breaths are warm, they make you tingle, " 'm tryin' to show you how much I love you, idiot."

The desperation. The fear that trembles his alto, it makes your breath catch. He pulls away ever so slightly to gaze down at you, noses brushing intimately, and you swear you've never seen such vulnerability in his eyes.

Not like this.

Bakugou nudges his nose with yours, before gently cupping your lips with his into another kiss. So tender this time, gentle, like you're made out of glass. And as a small whimper escapes you, you kiss back, emotion washing through you like a tidal wave.

You don't know how much time goes by as you continue kissing and kissing and kissing. It's like a dam has finally opened up, bridging the gap that had wedged between your relationship these past few weeks.

It's only when your lips finally disentangle that your eyes blink back to focus, or sort of, considering Bakugou's mouth is trailing over your jaw, nibbling his way down to your neck until you squeak out in surprise.

He chuckles against your skin, causing you to scowl at him, "what's--" you hate how breathy you sound, "--so funny?"

"You," he mumbles in-between kisses to your collarbone, hair tickling your face as he does so.

He sounds, feels, drugged and light-headed and giddiness springs through your chest at the thought that maybe Bakugou is feeling this way because of you. You and no one else.

Absentmindedly carding your fingers through his locks, a small smile dances across your face as he grumbles and nuzzles his face deeper into the crook of your neck, a giant cat who's found its favourite resting place.

"Don't leave."

The words, almost a murmured whisper, rings out in the silence.

Pulling back slightly as you cup Bakugou's cheeks, the blonde doesn't hesitate to avert his eyes and for the first time since you've started dating, you catch a glimpse of the childish vulnerability etched across his face. It makes your chest ache with a longing to wrap him up in your arms.

"What are you talking about?" Your murmur is soft, yet feels loud in the silence that envelopes the room.

Bakugou's eyes slide away, ruby-red orbs dropping to the ground while his hands land onto your hips in a firm yet gentle squeeze.

And when he speaks next, his voice is hoarse, laden with thick emotion.

"About us. This." A small sigh escapes him, "I've been a dick. I see that now. I--I'm gonna try and do better. Be better. So don't--" his voice quakes as it drops into a mumble, "don't leave."

And then, adding on with a tinge of desperation, "please."

His words buzz through the air as you allow them to settle, ringing through your ears and through the flat as warmth slowly starts easing its way into your heart for the said blonde that, despite never having been one for patience, is practically solid rock as he waits for your response.

"I'm not going to leave," you finally murmur out and then, you tug him close, closer until his nose meets the juncture between your neck and shoulder, "I'm not leaving."

A second passes. Then two.

And then, it's as if Bakugou's body finally melts.

He leans into you, a visible exhale leaving his body as he presses even closer and winds his arms around your waist. He nuzzles into your skin with a gentle rumble before softly pressing a kiss there.

It makes you shiver, though you pull him even closer if possible as you hold him like you're never letting go. And you know. You know how hard it is for someone like Bakugou to be so open, so vulnerable with his feelings, his wants.

" 'm sorry."

You can't help the smile that tugs at the corners of your mouth, which only blossoms out into a grin as Bakugou pulls away with flaming red ears and throwing you a look ressembling like an angry pomeranian.

Giggling, your hands weave around his neck, pull him close for a chaste kiss on the lips.

"What you laughin' at?" He mutters in a half-hearted attempt of a snap, eyes narrowed and lips turned to a scowl, "crazy woman."

"Nothing," you peck him once more on the cheek. Then, in a softer tone, you murmur, "I forgive you."

It takes a few seconds for it to sink into the blonde's head that you're not going to throw your relationship with him away so soon. But it's in the way he tightens his hold onto your middle and buries his face even deeper into the crook of your neck that makea you press a tender peck atop his head in growing affection.

It's hard to love Bakugou. But it's worth the way he looks at you, as if you're the only thing worth living for.

“Followed home by a baby bunny”

(via)

"What does it feel like for you?"

"What does what feel like for me?"

You pause, then smile.

"Love. What's love feel like for you?"

Bakugou gives you a quizzical look. A sharp brow raise, head cocked to one side. He clicks his tongue and continues folding laundry. You make home in his bed, typical - sitting with your legs crossed. Silently, you organize his clothes in order of each drawer they go into.

"That's a dumb fuckin' question."

You sigh, feeling the material of a cotton t-shirt. Your eyes flicker up to him - warm and bright.

"You can't indulge me?"

I always indulge you, brat he wants to say. But he doesn't. Instead he rolls his eyes and keeps folding.

"Whats it for?"

"I'm just asking."

"Shit question."

There's no heat to it, but you pout anyway. Bakugou's heart feels like it'll squeeze. Pinched so tightly in his ribs, a stir in his gut. He reaches his hand and pinches your cheek.

"Stop pouting. You're gonna get wrinkly."

"You won't love me when I'm old and wrinkly?"

He snorts.

"I won't love listening to you cry about it everyday."

You don't argue with that, just smile - and there's that brief lull that feels like holding hands through infinity.

"What's it like f'r you?" He asks. You beam, and he rolls his eyes - but doesn't bother hiding his smile.

"It feels.. soft. Makes my hands kind of twitchy and I get restless."

"Isn't that just cause you're a freak?"

You whine again and he laughs.

"No! It's like nice and pleasant. And I only feel it with you,"

He flushes down to his neck. You're doing that thing you do - where you're accidentally romantic. Bakugou hates it, always has. He feels his ears turn a warm pink.

"What about for you?"

There's a brief silence. And Bakguou looks towards you again. You look inquisitive and call to him like the ocean must to lonely men. Bakugou understands it, for a moment. Thinks of the ocean, and of love. Then there's soft breath, and he doesn't fold laundry.

"In my chest," He says, soft and thoughtful and jagged everywhere "Feels like I'm being... drowned or whatever. It's fuckin' overwhelming and hurts."

"It hurts?"

Another pause.

"...Yeah. At first it hurts. Not a shit-ton just -,"

"When does it stop hurting?"

And then Bakugou looks at you again. It doesn't hurt. Just for that one moment, like a gulp of air - relief invades his whole body like he's alive. Suddenly this conversation is too heavy, too embarassing, too much so he clicks his teeth and folds laundry and you keep sorting and god -

When did breathing start to feel so much like you, he wonders. You don't ask him questions when he hesitates, like you don't even plan to hound anymore from him.

So briefly from his lips do the words fall.

"Doesn't hurt right now."

Ok how r you guys making these super cool smau’s. I’m guessing it’s an app to make the fake messages and social media account I’m guessing ⸝⸝ʚ̴̶̷̆ ̯ʚ̴̶̷̆⸝⸝ I wanna know someone help a girl out cuz they r so cool lmao

“You like them,” 

Kirishima’s voice cuts through the drowning white noise. Very suddenly and with little warning, Bakugou clicks back into reality. He blinks twice then jolts out of his skin, turning his head like he’s heard something ridiculous. 

“What?” 

Kirishima gives him a wry, familiar grin. With his arms crossed, the red-head hero leans onto the wall behind him. He glances over at Bakugou then across the way. A short distance away you’re quietly reading a story. Small, sticky fingered children sit in your lap - half asleep. Your voice is gentle when you read. 

“You like them, Bakubro. It’s so obvious,” 

Bakugou gasps, scandalized by such a frivolous accusation. 

“No the fuck I don’t,” 

Kirishima lets out a chuckle. 

“You’ve been staring at them all day. With stupid little hearts in your eyes dude,” 

“Fuck you, I was not!” 

“You so were,” 

Bakugou frowns hard. Him? Liking you? It’s fucking ridiculous. It’s bullshit, is what it is. So what if he’s staring at you? And so what if he can’t help but look. It’s your fault anyway, parading yourself around all day. He knows you to be an annoying introvert. Silent and shy. 

But every time there’s one of these little functions, you’re acting like a kid. Rambunctiously playing Hero’s and Villains with a group of snot-nosed brats and laughing yourself into exhaustion. Working with orphan kids is a normal part of the gig. 

Bakugou has, therefore, attended a million of these with you. And they always end like this, with a bunch of kids and you stacked all on top of each other. When you all have to take a bus back to headquarters, he’ll have to gently tug you out of the pile of runts. You’ll blink all blearily at him and then smile, give him a soft thanks and then go back to being a hermit like he knows you to be. 

And he’ll sit next to you on the bus. Not because of anything, not because he likes you. He just feels bad you’re such a dork. And it’s bad for your head to hit against the window, so he can direct you onto his shoulder. You’ll be listening to some lame podcast and your headphones will stick out. 

But none of that means anything. Kirishima is just stupid, Bakugou concludes. 

“I don’t like them,” He says, decidely. Kirishima laughs. 

“You sure? Because I heard from a little birdy that they have a crush on some blonde in the agency,” 

Bakugou’s eyes widen. 

“Fuck, what? Who?” 

“What’s it to you? I thought you didn’t like them?” 

“I’ll wring your neck, Shitty Hair,” 

Kirishima laughs a little harder before putting his hands up, nodding his head to you. Bakugou looks at you where you’ve fallen asleep in a pile. His heart stutters. 

“Woah there. It’s not my place to say, but I think it’d be super manly if you just asked, yknow? Before someone else gets to it,” 

Bakugou scoffs, crossing his arms before his eyes settle on you again. How you blink your eyes open sleepily, waving at him as you let another runt settle in your lap. You gesture to him, asking if he wants to come sleep. He scowls at you to which you only giggle. 

Fuck. Fuck, he likes you.