Bakugo Definitely Knows More Than 5 Languages Including English, Japanese, Sign, French, German, Russian,

Bakugo definitely knows more than 5 languages including English, Japanese, sign, french, german, russian, Spanish, Italian, and chinese.

How class 1a found out about bakugo's secret skill involved ayoma and a deaging quirk.

So I have a headcanon that when he was little, Ayoma only spoke french. So you can imagine how confused class 1a was when he only spoke in that language when he turned young again.

So ayoma was speaking in french and everyone Is just looking at each other weirdly like 'wtf I don't speak croissant'

And bakugo just gets down to little ayoma and says

"Hey petit copain ça va?"

(I ain't translating shit. You do that bitch)

To which ayoma's eyes widen as he starts talking to him in french.

This is shocking 1a out of their minds as well.

The other time they caught him speaking in another language was when a villain attacked UA. The villain did not speak Japanese. Only German.

And we all know that German is hard to learn. But not for Bakugo.

The villain is yelling in German, laughing because no one can understand him. Until bakugo shows up and says:

"Was zum Teufel machst di hier, Schlampe?"

(I'm not translating.)

Everyone is again shocked.

This happens more than once. As bakugo talks to people who can't speak Japanese or English, telling them that it's ok.

And that's my new headcanon. Bakugo speaks more than 1 language.

And before you get all pissy with me. Saying that I used google translate. Stfu. I didn't use translate. I only used it on french. I speak german, sign, and English. Currently learning Japanese so I can watch anime sub without subtitles :)

・゜-: ✧ :- how the bnha boys say i love you -: ✧ :-゜

♡ ft. midoriya, bakugo, todoroki, kirishima, kaminari, and sero ♡

➳ warnings: alcohol, sappy antics 

➳ a/n: been thinking of them a lot n i just love them sm 

[ MIDORIYA IZUKU ]

He’d almost said it so many times. 

An amalgamation of the word almost are the memories of the words “I love you,” because he thinks it often. In all the time you’ve been together, you like to believe it’s an unspoken thing. You can see it in his emerald green eyes, flooded with light and devotion when you look inside them. For Izuku MIdoriya who lives a life without regret - I love you is the only wall he’s never once climbed over. 

But he’s gotten so close. Sometimes, it’s when his bottom lip is trembling while his eyes prick with tears - voice warbly. Other times it’s when his expression has grown jaded, heavy lids that mask emptiness as you’re the only thing keeping him on his feet. There are a lot of things he can do and accomplish - but the words never quite make it out of his mouth. It’s just too nerve-wracking.

He’ll say anything else. He’ll whisper praises into your neck while you cook dinner. He’ll tell you openly that you are more beautiful than the moon hung in the sky and mean it. He can say the corniest shit without a lick of hesitation, so sure of his feelings. So sure of the warmth that fills his chest when he looks at you. 

But, “I love you,” is a mountain he can’t get over. An obstacle that looms even more over him than becoming the number on hero. 

Today he is at his childhood home, tending to a garden in the back lot of his apartment complex. His mom hustled the free-space from their landlord. He was supposed to help his mother with working the weeds out of the tomato beds and spray something so that the bugs don’t eat holes through them. Don’t worry, no chemicals - Momma Inko uses something homemade to keep them out. 

Right now, he’s inside. Midoriya is clumsy with his hands and unable to do much so he leaves the rest to you and his mom. For now his only job is to take any vegetables  brought inside and wash them of dirt. When he does, he puts them in the bright blue basket that keeps the clean produce that Inko will surely gift you both with before your departure. 

He does his do diligence, washes them as cleanly as he can but he is somewhere far-away  from here, head flooded with thoughts of those three words. They feel heavy on his tongue, making him dizzy. 

“Izuku, baby! Look!,” your voice is so startling, Izuku jumps back. You’re denim overall and gingham fabric clad, wearing one of Inko’s straw sunhats to complete the farmer look, your words - not his. You hold up a tomato that’s genuinely ginormous in your hands, grinning so proudly. It dwarfs your palm, especially unsteady as you hold the dirty tomato basket underneath one of your arms. 

“I wanted to show you this one. You know how these are heirloom tomatoes right? Normally big tomatoes lack flavor but i bet this one is real tasty,” you inform him, your eyes sparkling like stares. He tries to listen to you talk with all his might but he can’t. 

He’s too distracted by you. The patches of dirt left on the knees of your overalls, and smudges on your cheeks and chin. Sweat that beads down your forehead and down the side of your face. Chest heaving from the laborious task of gardening, but also likely from running to show him your new treasure. Maybe it’s the smile on your face too - a facesplitting grin as you talk animatedly about tomato recipes. 

Perhaps its the amalgamation of you, really - and maybe without realizing that’s why he’d hesitated for so long. While compliments and praises are good and well, I love you is all encompassing. A silent promise to love everything, every moment and every mistake. Every bead of sweat, or patch of dirt, or silly sunhat they place on their head. Maybe that’s why I love you had always been so scary

“Baby? You okay?,” you ask, voice tender. When he looks up, his green hairs are a mess on his forehead. His eyes aren’t full of anything but adoration, but somehow it’s different this time. Your nerves get the better of you, especially as you notice that his forearms are resting on the kitchen sink and he hasn’t washed a thing since you’ve came in. 

“I love you,” he says, with every fiber of his being. 

There’s a soft thud as the plastic basket of tomatoes takes a hit to the floor. 

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