NAME : Lee Cheong-san , All Of Us Are Dead

NAME : lee cheong-san , all of us are dead

SONG : love. , wave to earth

SUMMARY : cheong-san's friend group finds out that he has a crush on y/n l/n. wc : 2.5k

(it's gn reader pronouns but the reader is mentioned to be a princess a few times)

(non apocalypse au!)

"hey you punk, get to your seats!"

ms. park yelled out, people rushing to their seats as y/n slept soundly on their table,

"someone wake up y/n."

"y/n.. wake up.."

y/n's deskmate quickly slipped into their seat, tapping y/n on the shoulder rapidly to wake them up. y/n stirred awake, blinking at the bright sun that was shining through the window.

"thank you for joining us, y/n!"

ms. park said with a teasing smile, then setting down her books. y/n returned a small smile, sitting up.

"hi, good morning."

"good morning!"

as usual, everyone started to stand up, walking to the front to hand in their phones. y/n lazily stood up, walking slowly until someone bumped into them.

"here, i'll do it."

the boy said, softly taking y/n's phone out of their hand. y/n found that it was cheong-san.

"thank you, cheong-san."

"no worries."

cheong-san grinned at them, then walking to the front to put their phones into the box.

-

"in fact, none of us are completely free from prejudice. we all have preconceived ideas about others. here, 'free from' means the lacking in or unincumbered by. anyone want to interpret this?"

y/n lazily drew in their book, smiling a bit when their friend drew random things next to it.

"class president?"

nam-ra lifted her head, ms. park tapping the board with the chalk.

"the truth is, all of us have some sort of prejudice. we all have preconceptions about other people."

"hmm, okay. nice. next, y/n, bare-su, stand up."

y/n's smile faded as they looked up at su-hyeok who stood up, them following suit.

"yes?"

"what's with 'bare-su'?"

"uhmm.."

"it's short for barefoot su-hyeok. bare-su."

some people in the class could be heard laughing. su-hyeok nervously swaying on his feet with his hands behind his back. y/n was still scribbling on their page while their deskmate was smacking their hand to stop them.

"okay, bare-su! what did nam-ra say a minute ago?"

ms. park asked su-hyeok, who looked at y/n while they were still drawing on their page.

“y/n? do you wanna help out bare-su?”

“everyone has their own type of prejudice against other people, something like that.”

“yes, sit down. bare-su, you can keep standing- put your arms in the air too.”

su-hyeok groaned aloud as the class laughed under their breaths. cheongsan looked back at y/n as they dusted off their lap, laying their head on the palm of their hand and looking out the window.

cheong-san watched as the sun hit their face, y/n slightly squinting and covered the sun with their free hand, sighing a bit.

cheong-san quickly looked away as his friend, gyeong-su hit him on the shoulder.

"what are you doing man? shit, are you looking at y/n?"

"what? no way."

"you like them, don't you?!"

"shut up!"

-

eventually, lunch rolled around as cheong-san walked with his friends, laughing together as cheong-san prayed that gyeong-su forgot what happened in class an hour before.

"cheong-san."

cheong-san turned his head to see y/n, looking up at him holding their tray of food.

"do you want these? i hate them."

y/n pointed at the cubes of pickled radish, cheong-san looking at their face rather than the food they were pointing at.

"oh, sure, i'll take it."

cheong-san quickly picked up his chopsticks, picking up at the cubes quickly as his friends noticed that he wasn't walking with them anymore.

gyeong-su hit his friends, pointing towards y/n and cheong-san as cheong-san gave them his banana milk, y/n smiling up at him and he shared a giddy smile back.

"wah, they totally like each other."

"he's coming- turn around!"

the group all turned and walked towards a free table as cheong-san caught up to them, sitting down next to su-hyeok.

"yah."

cheong-san's head went up to dae-su who was sitting across from him on the table.

"what?"

"you like y/n, right?"

cheong-san blinked at dae-su, chuckling, then looking back down at his food.

"what gives you that idea?"

su-hyeok and gyeong-su made silent eye contact as gyeong-su dramatically rolled his eyes.

'no way he doesn't.'

'if he doesn't, he's crazy.'

the two telepathically contacted through their facial expressions, wu-jin hitting dae-su on the fore arm hard as dae-su caressed his arm in pain.

"shut up and start eating."

"why are you so rude to me?!"

-

"alright! be quiet!"

ms. park yelled once again that day, quietening the class in a hurry as they quickly reduced to silence.

"the school festival is coming up, and our class will be doing a play."

"what?"

"seriously?"

"again? our class did that last year!"

"quiet! they all liked our performance last year so much that they wanted us to do it once more."

ms. park said, wanting the class to be more proud of themselves. but some people just sighed, looking away in embarrassment.

"this time, we're going to be randomly choosing our roles, so don't get upset with what you get."

"yes ma'am.."

-

"seriously..?"

"seriously?"

y/n and cheong-san said at the same time, having gone up together to randomly pick the paper out of the box of random roles and looking at their papers while walking side by side to get back to their seats.

"what? what did you get?"

cheong-san asked, peeking over their paper to see what role they got but y/n quickly held the small piece of paper to their chest, shaking their head.

"tell me what you got first."

"no way, i asked first."

"same time?"

"okay fine."

"one, two, three!"

y/n and cheong-san held their papers infront of their chest, blinking at each other's roles.

"prince?"

y/n said, looking up at his face as cheong-san looked up at them.

"princess..?"

cheong-san muttered, nearly out of breath as he felt the breath in his lungs start to float away, up and up into the sky as the two held eye contact with each other, gazing at each other until a certain someone's best friend interrupted.

"wah! y/n and cheong-san are the prince and princess!"

gyeong-su exclaimed excitedly, pointing at the two who looked away from each other, quickly putting their papers down, cheong-san shoving his into his pocket as y/n held it in their hand, scrunching it up.

"y/n, you're the princess?"

y/n's deskmate asked, looking up from their seat while on-jo and i-sak looked up with y/n's deskmate, smiles on their face.

"are you?! that's so cute! y/n and cheong-san!"

"oooo!"

the class ooo'ed in unison, making y/n embarrassed as they covered their mouth with one hand, cheong-san starting to glare at gyeong-su.

"yah, asshole."

"okay i'm sorry man i didn't mean it- wait! i didn't mean it!"

-

“okay, take 16. three, two, one!”

ms. park said with a clap, na-yeon next to her holding a clapperboard and closing it right, rolling her eyes while doing so.

“romeo, you must leave, it isn’t safe for you here!”

y/n said, holding a piece of paper with their lines, their eyes looking down at it every few seconds.

“i can’t leave, knowing you’re here by yourself, it’s too much.”

“mercutio will be here any second, you have to go!”

y/n fell into cheong-san’s arms, worry on their face on they banged on his chest. cheong-san kept his gaze on y/n, gripping tight onto them.

“i don’t care, i’ll fight him, here, on the spot!”

cheong-san declared, pushing y/n softly out of his arms as he raised his shirt up a little, flashing the dagger that was tucked away under his shirt as he took out the fake plastic dagger, holding it in his hand.

“romeo! juliet!”

su-hyeok yelled, popping out from behind the curtains as he locked eyes with cheong-san, pointing the top of the fake sword in his hand at the two, cheong-san shielding y/n with his free arm.

“have you given in? will you give up juliet to me?”

su-hyeok said, glaring at cheong-san.

"never, you'll never have y/- juliet."

cheong-san declared, pointing his dagger at su-hyeok as the lights went out, the auditory room going dark as a little bit of shuffling was heard. after a few seconds, the lights went back on to reveal cheong-san on the floor, holding his stomach with one hand as the other propped himself up on his elbow, y/n held cheong-san, facing away from the audience.

su-hyeok was a few meters away, holding his neck while he slouched while standing up.

"if i can't have juliet.. no one can.."

su-hyeok said with a final breath, collapsing on the floor and presumably dying.

"che- romeo. please.. i need you..."

y/n said, cradling cheong-san's face in their hands.

"don't worry, juliet.. i, love you. i always have.."

cheong-san said, his eyes fluttering shut slowly as his hands held onto y/n's back, squeezing tight as y/n leaned in, the script saying that y/n and cheong-san would have to kiss, but y/n was too nervous, their lips opening and closing, pausing still infront of cheong-san's face.

cheong-san sensed it, his eyes looking down at y/n's lips, knowing y/n was nervous, the expression on their face being a tell-tale sign.

"it's okay, you don't have to."

the front curtains closed, cheong-san, su-hyeok and y/n were then hidden from the audience.

"good job!"

"that was good!"

"time for costume building!"

a person exclaimed, clapping aloud as the curtains opened back up, y/n quickly standing up, holding out a hand for cheong-san to get up.

"nice acting y/n."

cheong-san, smiling up at y/n as he grabbed onto their hand, y/n pulling him up.

"thanks, you did good too."

y/n smiled up at him, cheong-san's heart beating faster and faster as cheong-san adjusted his tie, swallowing a gulp.

"are none of you gonna help me up?"

su-hyeok said, still on the floor on his back as he looked up at the duo who looked over at him.

"ha, no."

cheong-san said, pulling y/n by the arm away to make their costumes as su-hyeok yelled out, and y/n laughed out.

"yah! help me up!"

-

"cheong-san, c'mere."

y/n said, writing down measurements as cheong-san looked over at them, walking over.

"i gotta take your measurements, lift up your arms please."

cheong-san did so, lifting his arms up as y/n wrapped the measuring tape around his waist first. cheong-san stared at y/n's focused features, not minding how y/n's hands trailed down to his hips.

“what colour do you think suits me?”

cheong-san murmured, standing tall as y/n began to measure his arms.

“hm, i think.. white. black too.”

“everyone suits black and white.”

cheong-san chuckled, feeling y/n's hands shake while y/n laughed.

"y/n! can you come measure su-hyeok?"

"coming! one sec!"

y/n said, quickly measuring cheong-san's shoulders, cheong-san becoming distracted at the thought of y/n measuring su-hyeok.

"su-hyeok?"

cheong-san questioned, y/n not hearing him as they started to walk away, holding the clipboard and writing down cheong-san's measurements.

"ah! y/n-.."

cheong-san quickly became quiet, watching as y/n smiled at su-hyeok, the two of them laughing about something that cheong-san couldn't hear. the dark haired boy's jaw tightened, closing his eyes as he breathed out.

"cheong-san! come over here, we need help!"

"coming."

-

y/n sat on the long staircase, their hands behind their back resting on the concrete, staring up at the sunset.

"y/n,"

cheong-san said, making y/n look towards the voice as cheong-san threw them a can of soda.

"thanks."

"no problem."

cheong-san sat down next to them, opening his own soda quickly and chugging a bit, opening the bag and picking out the corndog he bought, munching into it as y/n looked after they heard the crunch.

"hey, why didn't you get me one?"

y/n whined, reaching over to grab the stick but cheong-san brought his hand away, making y/n lean over him, hand on his leg.

"you didn't ask me, and i wanted one okay?"

cheong-san commented, taking another bite off the corndog as cheese stretched off on the stick, making y/n groan.

"please cheong-san- i'll buy you chicken!"

"you're gonna just buy from my mom's place and she's gonna be too nice and just give you for free."

"well.. i'll tell you anything you want."

cheong-san paused for a second, letting y/n snatch the corn dog out his hand, taking a bite.

"hey!"

"i will though! anything you want, but one thing."

y/n said, while chewing a bit, then swallowing.

"whatchu wanna ask?"

y/n smiled up at him through their eyelashes, blinking rapidly trying to charm him while cheong-san laughed, looking away from y/n but just scooted closer to them.

"okay. do you,"

cheong-san hesitated for a second, y/n tilting their head while waiting for his response, their can of soda pressed to their lips as the liquid shine from the drink spread onto y/n's lips.

"do i?"

"do you.. like anyone?"

cheong-san asked, quickly darting his eyes away from them as y/n blinked at the weird suspense to ask such a, normal question.

"that's it? but yeah, i do."

"who?"

"i said i'd tell you one thing."

y/n replied, not letting the topic spread any further about themselves.

"do you like anyone?"

"..maybe."

"what the hell?! who! tell me cheong-san."

"no, you aren't telling me your one!"

"i, have my reasons."

"well then me too!"

-

it felt like it had been taking months to prep for the school festival play, y/n could hear the talking of the crowd and audience outside, having put on the ridiculous dress that i-sak and gyeong-su made together.

"so, itchy.!"

"stop complaining!"

y/n's deskmate said, slapping them on the arm as y/n grabbed their arm, rubbing it in pain.

"you got this- oh, lee cheong-san."

y/n turned their head, seeing the dark haired 'prince' who wore the black and white princely attire that y/n had personally, helped make for him.

"hi y/n."

"hi cheong-san."

y/n smiled at him, making their deskmate slip away with no notice, walking towards on-jo and i-sak who were setting up the lights.

"are you ready?"

y/n asked, scratching the back of their head while looking away and cheong-san smiled back.

"yeah. are you?"

"'course."

-

cheong-san felt conflicted about his feelings, his jaw clutched as he lied on the floor.

"if i can't have juliet.. no one can.."

su-hyeok said with a final breath, collapsing on the floor as his body spread across the floor in a dramatic manner.

"romeo. please.. i need you..."

y/n said, cradling cheong-san's face in their hands. their voice hiccuping as they talked and their voice sounding out loud and clear through the auditory room.

"don't worry, juliet.. i, love you. i always have.."

cheong-san said, bringing a hand up to y/n's cheek, and then also swiftly taking off his mic set, making y/n raise their eyebrows at him as he also pushed down y/n's mic away from their mouth.

"cheong-san?"

"i love you, i always have, y/n."

y/n's eyes widened at the declaration, surprise filling their eyes as cheong-san had a sudden change in heart, his heart beating out of his chest as he worried of y/n not reciprocating his feelings.

"really?"

"of course."

cheong-san quickly added, nothing registering in his mind until he felt y/n's lips against his, his eyes widening, the crowd cheering, and the curtains closing.

yall lokwey hear me out on stage play bakugou

NAME : jo jang-soo , duty after school

SONG : cry : cigarettes after sex

SUMMARY : everyone finds out the so-yeon gets hurt in the crash, worried about her, not realising y/n’s been hurt too.

(pretend the pants are black, school pants sweatpants whatevas)

( spoilers of episode 4 of duty after school !!! )

(lowkey a little bit angsty but u’ll be okay)

y/n looked at the front of the truck, seeing the two dead soldiers to maybe find an extra gun as jang-soo trailed behind them.

jang-soo went to y/n’s side, his side touching y/n’s which made him hold y/n’s hand out of instinct while looking at the dead soldiers, he sighed, looking at y/n.

“let’s go to the others, come on.”

jang-soo brought his free hand towards y/n’s head, bringing their body towards the direction of the group, who had started walking towards the direction of where chi-yeol saw the building.

jang-soo noticed the nearly unnoticeable limp while behind them in y/n’s walk towards the group, jang-soo squinted his eyes at the sight, holding their hand while holding his gun in the other hand.

“are you okay?”

y/n looked at jang-soo, squeezing his hand. y/n fought the pain in their ankle, someone’s bullet ended up grazing their leg while shooting the loose purple creature that had made the car crash in the first place.

“yeah, why do you ask?”

“.. just worried about you.”

jang-soo brought their hands up, kissing the back of y/n’s hand.

“tell me if you get hurt.”

“i won’t get hurt jang, don’t worry.”

-

in the span of two hours, they found the small building that chi-yeol had found, gathered supplies and helped so-yeon, settling down doing their own thing.

y/n sat down on the steps, noticing how everyone else was focusing on something else. y/n touched their wound underneath their pants, lifting up the material and hissing at the pain.

“fuck ..”

“what’s wrong?”

y/n quickly lifted their head, looking at jang-soo standing up beside them and starting to sit down beside them.

“oh nothing! it’s just hot.”

jang-soo nodded beside them, looking at them while his knees were up, his arms crossed into his knees while he stared at y/n, they started growing nervous at the stare of him.

“stop looking at me like that ..”

“why? you’re so pretty.”

y/n smiled at his words, their eyes darting from his eyes to his lips, scooting closer to him until their thighs were touching together and y/n could just lean in to kiss him.

“so pretty.”

jang-soo brought his head up, planting a hand behind their back on the concrete floor while the other was in his lap. y/m and him held eye contact together, until suddenly a scream was heard.

“help! a sphere!”

joon-hee was yelling, screaming for help while a small purple sphere chased her, everyone became alert, standing up quickly and running into the house.

jang-soo and y/n stood up, jang-soo stood infront of y/n.

“y/n get inside!”

he yelled, bring them to the door and yelling for everyone else to get in, waiting by the door.

the door was shut, getting barricaded with a table as everyone that stood in the room breathed heavy, panting nervously from the sphere.

“what do we do?”

they heard the sphere crawling around the roof, y/n was getting scared and their subconscious made them lean towards jang-soo, which made him hold their hand too quickly.

“it’s coming though the pipe!”

chi-yeol said, pointing at the pipe that came in through the roof as the group split up, majority of them going to another room and the minority going to where so-yeon was laying in.

-

eventually, they had made the plan to use the truck in the garage. chi-yeol had gotten out and used large pliers to pry open the iron bars that were locked on the window and everyone got out.

they were all in the garage, searching for the keys but hee-rak and so-yoon got into an argument, making the keys fling behind a heavy cabinet.

y/n sat on the floor, reaching for the keys as the guys tried to pull the cabinet to make room for y/n to get the keys, jang-soo leaned over y/n to see the distance between them and the keys, he leaned out, about to help with pulling the cabinet out but noticed the red trickling from their ankle as their pant leg went slightly up.

“fuck! i can’t do it!”

y/n whined, getting out as joon-hee attempted to get the keys as y/n got out of the way.

“y/n, are you hurt?”

y/n looked at jang-soo, who was already bent down and pulling up their pant leg to reveal their injury.

“jang-soo-“

“why didn’t you tell me?”

jang-soo’s worried face and tone filled y/n’s head, jang-soo stood up and held onto y/n’s hands, not focusing as young-shin discussed a plan on someone being left behind to be a sacrifice so everyone else could drive away safely.

jang-soo’s eyebrows were furrowed, his grip on their hands tightening as y/n couldn’t bring themselves to look away from jang-zoo’s gaze.

“it’s nothing, jang-soo.”

“you’re bleeding, baby.”

“y/n, jang-soo. come and pick sticks.”

the others were looking at the two of them, y/n and jang-soo picked two straws from the last three in the held bunch by young-shin, his arm held in the middle until y/n and jang-soo picked their sticks.

y/n could feel their stick short as they held in it in their hand as everyone revealed their stick but y/n, they held theirs out, revealing they was the one that was going to be the sacrifice.

“it’s me.”

“no it’s not.”

jang-soo took the stick from y/n’s hand, giving them his.

“jang-soo wait-”

“i’m not gonna let you die, y/n.”

jang-soo was already grabbing a large stick and the cover of the metal bin, walking back to y/n who was shaking their head.

“i got the short stick jang-soo, not you.”

“and i volunteer. i love you.”

jang-soo stood infront of y/n, their lips trembling and their eyes starting to water as y/n knew that there was no use trying to persuade jang-soo.

“but jang-soo..”

“i love you.”

y/n’s fist tightened by their side, not trying to think about the thought of jang-soo being gone.

“i love you more.”

jang-soo leaned in to kiss y/n softly, using one hand to hold the lid cover and the stick as he held their face with one hand, y/n tried to deepen it, but y/n felt jang-soo pull away, giving one last longing look in y/n’s eyes.

“i’ll love you forever.”

jang-soo said, one more peck to their lips as he walked towards the garage doors, young-shin and hee-rak opening the doors for jang-soo slightly.

“i love you jang-soo.”

“i love you even more, y/n.”

jang-soo walked out, and after a few seconds, you could hear his yell and the banging that he made with the stick and lid in his hand.

y/n couldn’t stop the tears from rolling down their cheeks, soon-yi going up to them and hugging them from the side, chi-yeol got the keys, handing them to so-yoon who sat in the drivers seat quickly. everyone was told to get in the truck, bursting through the doors and driving away from the construction site.

jang-soo watched them drive away, but mostly watching y/n wipe after their tears with their hands.

regret filled him, but without a doubt, he would never let y/n die if there was the option that he could die for them.

NAME : katsuki bakugou , boku no hero academia

SONG : apple cider , beabadoobee

SUMMARY : y/n gets hit with a quirk, making their mostly stoic facade disappear, turning into a more clingy, more flirty in a way? wc : 1.8k

(y/ns quirk is practically earth-bending. its not really important tho so like dont worry)

(set around the time where they have dorms and hero license)

y/n smiled in the chair as they sat, patiently waiting as they tapped their feet on the floor and recovery girl looked around their figure, looking for any injuries.

"so, i don't see any injuries. i only see the personality change."

"they are okay though, right?"

bakugou asked, arms crossed as he leaned on the wall near the door of the nurse's office as he looked down to the ground, his eyes gazing up to the smiling y/n.

"yeah they are. i believe it's made them the opposite personality they are, simple thing really- it'll last for about a week. for now, i think it's best you act like everything's normal. say yes to whatever they say. i also don't believe they'll remember anything the next week-"

-

"katsuki!"

"yeah i know, idiot!"

bakugou yelled out, using his quirk to jump up into the air to avoid the villains running to tackle him, using his explosions on the villain coming his way. y/n stomped the ground as the ground made a crumbled path towards a group of villains, sending them into the air and todoroki froze them in air using his ice.

there was a villain hiding in the alleyway near the fight, watching his group being beaten by just three measly high schoolers. yeah they might be in the hero course but they were still teenagers!

"i think.. we're done.."

y/n breathed out, their hands resting on their hips as the two other guys went to stand with y/n, walking towards them.

"god, i did most of the work."

bakugou said, panting slowly as todoroki breathed out ice. y/n glanced around the area, seeing civilians taking photos of them on the sidelines of the streets.

"katsuki, your turn to take photos with civilians."

"hah? no way."

"me and shoto did it yesterday, your turn."

"argh, you're useless!"

bakugou yelled out, begrudgingly stomping his way to the civilians as they squealed, hitting each other and fixing themselves up in their phone cameras.

y/n watched as bakugou walked away, admiring him in a way. y/n's class saw them as the quiet, but powerful and strong person. y/n didn't mind it as todoroki was the same. but rather, y/n admired bakugou. even if they were friends and seemed to be considered 'close'. it's not like you can't admire your friends, right?

y/n's eyes glided back towards todoroki, but then suddenly a dash of colour came into their view, as they looked towards it and turns out, there was a villain aiming for bakugou, who didn't see, still walking towards the civilians as they didn't notice the villain either, too focused on bakugou.

without thinking, y/n's feet dashed towards bakugou, pushing him out of the way as the villain's hand latched onto their face, their eyes fluttering shut as y/n passed out on the ground.

bakugou stumbled forward, turning around and seeing y/n on the floor, their eyes closed and the villain standing over them. bakugou respected y/n in a way, they were strong, stronger than the whole class, even bakugou could admit. there was admiration that bakugou felt for y/n, he was also fearful of possible feelings that he felt for y/n, pushing them down.

"..who do you think you are, you villain?!"

bakugou yelled, his hands behind him as he launched himself towards the villain, his hands latching onto the villain's shoulder as bakugou sent him tumbling to the ground.

"what did you do to them, hah?"

todoroki ran to y/n, crouching down and checking their pulse.

"they're just passed out."

todoroki said to bakugou, who looked back at him and then bakugou looked back down to the villain on the floor, his knee digging into the villain's back.

"what's your quirk? and you better tell me straight or else."

-

y/n walked down the hall with bakugou by their side, y/n linking their arm as they held bakugou's arm who's hands were in his pockets.

"katsuki! are you hungry?"

"mhm yeah. do you want me to make you something?"

"oh yeah please!"

y/n became nicer, more clingy with everyone, but mostly bakugou. bakugou felt his chest warm up at the tone of voice y/n used to call his name, 'katsuki!' .

they made their way together to the kitchen, as bakugou made his way to the fridge and cabinets, taking some ingredients and setting them on the counter.

"do you want me to help, katsuki?"

"just sit there and look pretty."

bakugou said, setting down the egg carton on the counter, before walking over to y/n, picking them up by the waist, both hands firmly on the side of their waist as he lifted them up to sit on the counter next to the stove.

y/n payed no mind to bakugou's touch, smiling wide as they swung their feet, their feet not touching the ground.

a good thing about this quirk effect was how sweet y/n was. bakugou was used to the nonchalantly y/n, pretty y/n sitting there like no one was bothered by how pretty they were, even if they acted so stoic all the damn time.

another good thing was bakugou could make this into his advantage, try to make y/n feel giddy in a way. it's not like they’ll remember anything, right?

bakugou grabbed an egg out of it's place. grabbing four and cracking them into a bowl while separating the whites and the yolk.

"can i mix the yolk?"

y/n asked, twindling their fingers as they waited for bakugou's response as he looked sideways to look at them.

"yeah, here."

bakugou handed y/n the bowl of yolks while also handing them a pair of chopsticks, watching y/n mix the yolks while they stuck their tongue out a little in focus. bakugou forcing his eyes to look away to put rice into the rice cooker.

-

bakugou watched as y/n ate their omelette, eating his omelette calmly as y/n practically swallowed the whole meal in 3 bites. quickly finishing it as they waited for bakugou to finish his.

"what do you wanna do, pretty?"

bakugou mumbled, putting their dishes in the sink, thinking 'class rep is gonna do them anyway'. y/n heard his voice, smiling softly.

"i'm sleepy, can we have a sleepover in your dorm?"

bakugou nodded, bringing his hand towards y/n's as he clutched onto it, bringing y/n to the elevator.

-

the next day, it was a friday. class 1-a got excused from class early to rest. it was a friday anyway. nonetheless, the class cherished the rare wide smiles that y/n was giving them, doing whatever they could to make y/n smile bigger.

"guys! i say we have a movie night tonight!"

mina said, her hand in the air to direct the classes attention to her.

"what movie?"

"let's binge watch all the harry potter movies!"

"hell nah cuh"

-

eventually, the whole class agreed. mostly everyone set up the comfy area of blankets and pillows, making a little oval around the large couch that sat infront of the large flat screen tv that the dorms had supplied for the students.

bakugou only agreed to come to sit next to y/n, as close as he could, and no one could comment on it because y/n wanted to sit next to bakugou!

y/n sat in the floor, their back leaning on the couch as kirishima sat on the couch behind them, y/n between his legs. bakugou sat on their left, the closet people to him were kirishima and y/n. y/n’s legs were under a blanket to create warm underneath, bakugou also under the blanket close to y/n. y/n held onto bakugou’s hand, playing with his fingers as bakugou watched y/n’s hands work.

no one could see anyway, bakugou thinks a bird just got murdered, but he doesn’t know, nor care really.

y/n gingerly intertwines their fingers, rubbing their thumb along bakugou’s own. y/n places a leg between bakugou’s legs, getting impossibly close to him as bakugou lets it happen, getting closer to y/n aswell.

“what you doing, dumbass?”

bakugou whispered, not letting anyone else but y/n hear his voice, it was slightly raspy in a way, he had never talked in such a soft tone.

“jus’ wanna get close to you..”

y/n admitted, looking up into bakugou’s eyes. thank god the lights were off and the tv was emitting a small bit of light, bakugou’s face was burning, but maybe y/n could already tell by his sweaty palms. he’s had to wipe his hands on the blanket several times already.

y/n looked around to their classmates, leaning into bakugou’s ear as they placed a hand over their mouth to cover their voice. at the same time, bakugou placed his hand on y/n’s lower back, leaning his ear towards them.

“can i sit between your legs?”

y/n asked, leaning back out with a soft smile adoring their lips. bakugou couldn’t resist, not saying anything but just moving the blanket and tapping the space between his legs.

y/n smiled widely, quickly getting up a little bit and sitting down between bakugou’s legs. y/n leaned back on bakugou while he wrapped his arms around y/n, holding onto their waist and he liked the way it slightly squished under his rough hands. bakugou placed his head into the crook of their neck, snuggling his nose into the side of their neck as y/n giggled, telling bakugou ‘that tickles!’ .

bakugou rested his chin on y/n’s shoulder, getting comfortable as y/n rested their full body weight on bakugou.

“you’re lucky i like you.”

bakugou mumbled, it was nearly silent, but since it was right next to y/n’s ear, they heard all of it. y/n’s smile disappeared, their face being replaced with embarrassment and a burning hot face. y/n turned their head to the right, facing their head away as they were flustered.

"hah? are you embarrassed, pretty?"

bakugou let go of y/n's waist, rubbing at their hips as they placed their hands on bakugou's thighs, avoiding bakugou looking at them.

"do you not like me?"

y/n gasped, whipping their head around and hitting bakugou on the chest as he yelped slightly at the sudden action.

"of course i do. why do you think i hang out with you more than anyone else?"

y/n mumbled the last bit, looking back at the movie like they've been paying attention.

"you're gonna watch the movie now?"

"i've been watching the whole time, what do you mean?"

y/n quickly said, their hands crossing above their chest as bakugou leaned into them, his chest touching their back.

"you want me to stop?"

y/n didn't answer straight away, but eventually,

"no.."

bakugou heard the small mumble, as he hid a chuckle and a smirk by digging his face into their neck, which made y/n smile at the ticklish feeling, which made them laugh quietly, smacking bakugou softly to get him to stop.

why jet lowkey…

I NEED HIGH AND LOW MOOTS 😪 when i look for hnl fics and they’re BEAUTIFUL so i check what date they posted it and it was last year.