"I Like You, Okay?!"

"I like you, okay?!"

summary: katsuki struggles to confess to his crush.

tags: fluff, fem!reader

Katsuki is good at a lot of things, but when it comes to romance, he is a hopeless fool.  

In his defense, it’s not his fault. He’s spent the vast majority of his life focusing on one goal and one goal only—honing his Quirk so that he can become the Number One Hero. And he always thought that his attention would never sway, free of any unnecessary distractions.  

Until he met you.  

At the start of the first year at U.A, Katsuki didn’t think much of you. Well, he didn’t think much of any of his classmates, for that matter, but slowly but surely, the days passed, and he found his gaze lingering on you for a lot longer than he would’ve liked to admit.  

Katsuki tries to deny it at first. Something about you makes him feel... off. He's not sure why his chest gets uncomfortably tight when you speak to him, and it also doesn’t make any sense why his face heats up like never before. Maybe he’s sick, but if that were really the case, then he’s somehow been sick for the past few months.  

It takes someone else’s meddling for Katsuki to finally put the pieces together.  

“So, Bakugou, what’s up with you and [Name]?” Kaminari asks. “It feels like you treat her a bit differently than everyone else. Do you have a crush on her or something?”  

Kaminari was half-joking, but when Katsuki’s cheeks flush a deep shade of crimson—enough to rival his piercing eyes—everyone around him gasps.  

“Dude,” Kirishima chuckles. “No way. You actually like her, huh?”  

“The hell I do!” Katsuki immediately snaps back, but his voice cracks, and based on the way everyone smirks at him, he can tell he must not be very convincing.  

Kaminari grins. “Wow, I hit the nail right on the head! You’ve gotta confess, man! [Name]’s really popular, so if you wait around too long, someone else might beat you to it!”  

“You idiots are out of your damn minds,” Katsuki grits out, and without wasting a beat, he shoves his hands in his pockets and stomps off.  

They’re just being stupid like always. Seriously, him, having a crush on someone? The Bakugou Katsuki? As if he has the time or energy to waste on mushy shit like that. It’s so ridiculous he’s almost tempted to laugh.  

But then he takes a moment to consider Kaminari’s words.  

“If you wait around too long, someone else might beat you to it.”  

Katsuki isn’t sure why, but he briefly imagines you being asked out by another person, someone who isn’t him. He imagines you laughing with them, hooking your arm around theirs, and last but certainly not least, leaning forward to meet them in a kiss.  

The image evokes a visceral reaction from him, and in that moment, he swears his heart nearly stops beating. 

And then comes the realization.  

Oh, fuck.  

He’s in deep shit.  

As much as Katsuki would like to say that he’s made progress since realizing that he likes you, that unfortunately isn’t the case.  

If anything, the self-awareness has just made things worse. Before, he could at least talk to you like a semi-normal person, but now, your interactions usually go something like this:  

“Good morning, Katsuki,” you greet. “How’d you do on yesterday’s assignment? To be honest, I was kind of rushing to finish it on time. It felt like it was harder than usual.”  

Katsuki parts his lips to respond, but the longer he stares at you, the faster his heart races.  

He ends up walking away out of sheer embarrassment.  

“Man,” Kirishima sighs. “That was painful to watch.”

“Shut up!” Katsuki hisses. “What the fuck do you want me to do?!”  

“Just be normal. Be yourself.” Kirishima pauses for a few moments. “Actually... maybe that’s not the best advice.”  

“Oh, piss off!"  

It goes on like this for a while. Every time you engage him in casual, friendly conversation, Katsuki finds himself freezing up completely. It’s ironic, because he has the confidence to take on fearsome villains with ease, and yet this is what has him scared shitless.  

Goddammit. Katsuki never realized that liking someone would be such a test of his strength.  

Unfortunately, he’s too caught up in his own feelings that he doesn’t stop to consider how all of this looks from your perspective.  

“Katsuki,” you approach him one day, and for some reason, you’re frowning. “Hey. Can you please be honest with me? Did I do something to upset you, or what? Because it feels like you’ve been ignoring me lately.”  

He blinks. “What? No. If I had a problem with you, I’d tell you.”  

“Well, that’s what I thought too. So then... why do you keep avoiding me? Does it just bore you having to listen to me talk?”  

Hardly. Katsuki could probably listen to you talk for hours upon hours without getting bored. You have a pretty face, a pretty voice, and whenever you smile or laugh, it makes him want to do the same.  

It suddenly dawns on him that this is probably the best chance he’ll get. It’ll be bad news if he lets this misunderstanding drag out any further. He doesn’t want you to think that you don’t like him, because that’s the furthest thing from the truth.  

Come on. He can do this. He’s Bakugou Katsuki, for fuck’s sake. It’s time to stop acting like a coward and own up to how he feels.  

“I,” Katsuki starts shakily, “I...”  

You raise a brow. “You...?”  

“I...”  

“...?”  

Holy shit, this is so much harder than he anticipated. He’ll take a punch to the face over a confession any day of the week.  

But no, he can’t give up, goddammit! Again, he’s Bakugou Katsuki! Resident badass! The (self-proclaimed) future Number One Hero! 

The words feel like bile rushing up his esophagus, and even though they burn like hell, he finally, finally manages to spit them out.  

“I like you, okay?!”  

He did it. He’s violently flushed in the face and keeps having to gasp to reclaim his breath, but at long last, the truth is out in the open.  

And now for the part that he didn’t even stop to consider. Seeing how you'll react.  

“Oh,” you blink in response. You’re visibly taken aback, and you clear your throat, stopping to ponder your next words. “Well, that’s—”  

“Shut up, shut up, shut up! I don’t want to hear it!”  

Katsuki books it the hell out of there before he can hear what you have to say. He supposes he’s unlocked a new fear: rejection. The way he handled this whole situation is lame, it’s childish as hell, and he knows it, but when it comes to this stuff, it looks like he’s much more of a coward than he first thought.  

Meanwhile, you giggle softly as you watch him run off.  

“What a dork. He didn’t even wait for me to say I like him back.”  

ushi is so chew toy coded

he comes home from a run one day and he’s in a black compression shirt that you urged him to buy and god are you glad you did. your eyes lock onto his biceps, of course, which almost look like they’re bulging out of the sleeves.

“toshi, that shirt looks so good on you,” you tell him. you can almost see the outline of his six pack, and the way his pectorals stretch out the shirt a little.

“well, you did suggest i buy it, love, so i would hope so,” he replies, smiling softly as you stride towards him.

“like i literally just wanna…”

he doesn’t expect the way you take his arm, and bring his bicep to your mouth, and sink your teeth into it. you don’t do it hard or anything, just enough until you’re satisfied.

he’s puzzled, and he doesn’t hide that in his facial expression whatsoever. however he doesn’t have the heart to question you out loud. perhaps, he thinks, it’s equivalent to you kissing him. then again, why not just kiss him?

when you’ve had your fill, you blink up at him with an face he wants to keep in his mind forever.

“sorry, your arms look so biteable,” you explain.

“did you have fun?” he asks.

“i did, thank you,” you tell him, throwing your arms around his shoulders and pressing your lips to his.

it happens again when he gets out of the shower one evening. he walks into the living room where you’re watching some drama series, and he’s in sweats and nothing else. the tips of his hair are wet. he settles onto the couch next to you and in the corner of your eye, you see his pecs. plump. squishy.

“these look bigger,” you tell him, reaching over to squeeze one of them in your hand. “is that why you’ve been in the gym so much?”

“i’ve been going a normal amount i think,” he replies, unfazed by your groping.

“hmm,” you say, like you’re genuinely musing, and then with that you lean in to take his pec in your mouth.

this time wakatoshi chuckles with surprise, a short, deep rumble of laughter at the sensation of you nibbling at his skin.

“is this your… thing now?” he asks.

you sit back, smiling, a cat that got the cream. “mhm.”

after that he’s never safe from you ever again. his forearms, cheeks, neck, collarbones, thighs are all chewed on. he doesn’t complain though. he would never.

wakatoshi has struggled with intimacy and affection his entire life—it wasn’t something he came face to face with often. you, however, are showing him everything he’s missed out on. so now, every time you bite him, his heart flutters and he feels grateful.

You physically cannot be any closer to kiyoomi.

All day. ALL day. You’ve been clinging to him like he’s a life source; at the grocery store, arms tucked around him and lips pressing into the back of his neck, car ride home, playing with his long fingers and biting the tip of them, cooking lunch, you managed to climb into his back and he couldn’t bring himself to force you to get down.

“Okay, this is getting out of hand.”

Your head is buried under his arm, nose flattened against his ribs while you (sorta) breathe happily, and your arms are looped around him, tight to keep him as close to you as possible.

“You’re so yummy,” You mewl, and he rolls his eyes.

“There is absolutely no way you can be any closer to me,” he says, finger tips trailing along the bits of your skin where your shirt rode up.

You shrug, “you wanna bet?” Your eyes flick up to meet his, and he can’t deny that he’s a little curious.

Well.

With a smile, you shift now to be on top of him, your legs straddled his hips and arms shifting to loop around his neck.

“That all?”

“Not even close.”

You toe at his socks to get them off, him trying his hardest to kick and flail his feet away from the feeling. Meanwhile, your face leans up, cheek resting on his mouth and nose smooshed against his. His nose is flattened against your temple, eyes only able to stare at your head while you burrow happily.

With a victorious hum, you settle down.

“Okay. Too close,” he chokes, unable to breathe and now only with one sock on. His lips press against your cheek, and you mewl happily at the semblance of kisses and nuzzle closer.

“That doesn’t exist, ‘Yoomi. You asked for this.”

“I’m frightened to ask if you can get closer.”

He feels your lips curl in a smirk, and you turn your head to be nose to nose with him. “You don’t even want to know, kiyoomi.”

cw f!reader , mild fraternal violence , atsumu’s terrible lying skills

“I know something you don’t know,” Osamu singsongs, standing in the doorway of their shared bathroom and peering over his brother’s shoulder at his reflection in the mirror.

“Yeah?” Atsumu grunts, yanking a comb through his hair and glaring back at his twin. “Spit it out, shitty ‘Samu. I got places to be, you know?”

“Ouch, don’t shoot the messenger,” Osamu drawls, leaning against the doorframe. “I know that you have a date tonight and you think you’re being sneaky about it.”

“Do not,” Atsumu scowls immediately, dropping the comb and turning around, because he is the worst liar ever. “I don’t even—what are you—I’m taking myself on a date, how about that, it’s called self care, ever heard of it? Huh? Okay? Huh?”

“Okay,” Osamu says, “You’re wearing a tie.”

“I can wear a tie if I want to,” Atsumu sneers, fiddling with it.

“Last summer, at Uncle Jun’s wedding, Ma had to literally threaten to shave your head to get you to wear one.”

“I’m a man now,” Atsumu sticks his chin up, examining his jaw. “I can wear a tie. Hey, did I miss anything while I was shaving?”

“You don’t have any facial hair to shave. And you have a hickey right there.”

“What? Seriously? Where?” Atsumu panics, turning back and forth.

“Ha, I got you—hey!!! Don’t hit me, asshole! I’ll tell Ma!!! And you—you left your fucking bouquet out on my desk, by the way. I told you to stop putting your stuff—no I swear I’ll kill you get offa me get off!—on my desk just because yours is too messy!”

“It was there for five seconds! You left all your laundry on my bed the other day—“

“Where was I s’posed to put it, the floor?”

“Your closet!” Atsumu roars. “Oh, shit, what time is it?” He drops his brother’s shirt collar abruptly.

“5:30,” Osamu says, dusting himself off. “What time you gotta be there?”

“She’s walkin’ over here now, probably,” Atsumu says, rushing back to the bathroom. “Fuck, well since you know, can I use your cologne?”

“It’s the same one you have?”

“It’s better, I don’t know,” Atsumu argues. “Just gimme it, it’s like one spritz.”

“Fine,” Osamu grumbles. “Hey, ‘Tsumu, I know something else you don’t know.”

“What,” Atsumu rolls his eyes as he walks around, frantically shoving his keys and wallet into his pockets, picking up the bouquet—delicate red and white flowers, not bad, scrub, thinks Osamu.

“This ain’t your first date,” he says smugly.

“What are you, Sherlock Holmes?” His brother says. “How d’you figure that?”

Osamu mock-stretches before counting off on his fingers. “One, you never walk home with me and Suna anymore. Two, there’s some flowery shit that appeared in our shower, and I know I didn’t buy it, and you’re not walkin’ around smelling like lavender and honey, so you’ve gotta be sneakin’ someone in. Three, you came to practice two weeks ago with an actual hickey, y’know, when you kept missing sets ‘cause you were in such a good mood.”

Atsumu blinks at him, finally lost for words.

“And,” Osamu says, tone somewhat gentler. “You seem a lot happier lately. Less, y’know, hard on yourself. Whoever it is, I think she’s good for you.”

“Thanks,” Atsumu says, swallowing roughly. “You’re so sappy.”

“Says the guy holding the flowers.” And trying not to let his eyes water over, but Osamu doesn’t say that bit. He can spare some of his brother’s dignity.

“It’s our six-month anniversary,” Atsumu says quietly. “Please don’t tell Ma yet, okay? She’s always on about volleyball bein’ enough of a distraction from school, I know she thinks dating is too. I just wanna—I want her to like my—”

He says your name just as the doorbell rings.

“Her? You’re dating—?” Osamu’s tone is incredulous. “Hold on, you can’t go yet. She’s like a million times out of your league—”

“I know!” Atsumu beams at him. “Keep your mouth shut or you’ll regret it. Tell Ma I’m sleeping at the dorms with Suna. Bye!”

“can you cancel my meeting for thursday?”

“sure, just let me-“ your eyes narrow at the laptop you had been typing on minutes earlier. “no, i can’t cancel that.”

sakusa pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs.

“what’s the point of having an assistant if you can’t manage my schedule?”

his dig is meaningless, and you know it. it’s been a few months as his assistant and despite your best efforts, he’s been a tough egg to crack. lately though, he’s been a bit better about letting his personality shine through.

which is both a blessing and a curse.

“sakusa-“

“kiyoomi,”

“okay kiyoomi,” you roll your eyes. “i can’t cancel that and you know it. it’s way too close and besides, it will be good for you!”

about a month or so, sakusa and a couple other members of MSBY got asked to attend a sponsorship dinner. this dinner was much larger than the others, hosting almost five hundred of japans best athletes. it was going to be huge. since the day it got added to his schedule, sakusa has been trying to get out of it.

“im starting to not feel good,” sakusa comments, fidgeting with his water bottle in front of his kitchen counter that you’ve set up at.

“really? not feeling good enough to go out with bokuto-san tonight then, right?”

he huffs. “no, it’s not that bad.”

“great! then you can come on thursday.”

sakusa gives you an irritated glare, then groans. he gets even more annoyed when you don’t respond to that, either.

he shuffles over to the couch, flopping down to mess around on his phone. a few minutes pass by before he decides to speak up again.

“what if i just don’t show up?”

“then you can say goodbye to any sponsorships in the future, is that what you want?”

you turn around on the bar stool and face him. he won’t meet your eye, pouting from the couch. on one hand you understand. crowds aren’t really his thing, neither is pointless socialization and rubbing elbows in behalf of faux-support and the hope of donations. but, this would be really great for him and the others invited. a chance to see other sponsors, get their face out there while getting a free meal out of it.

“how about we make a compromise?”

“unless it involves me not going, im not interested.”

you stand up, walking over to his place on the couch. he moves his long legs to let you sit down.

“you need a new suit for this, that the team is paying for,” you add before he has a second to open his mouth. “how about tomorrow, we pick up a new one, get some new shoes, stop by the restaurant you like, and i’ll cancel the rest of your meetings for the week.”

this piques his interest. it’s only monday and each day has at least two, maybe three stupid meetings at some point. this is of course in addition to the two personal training sessions, practices, scrimmage, and psychical therapy appointments scattered around. a week off would be a dream come true.

sakusa hums. “fine.”

you smile, getting up to return back to your seat and start working on making calls to cancel the various extra things going on.

“see, now we both get what we want. i’ll move everything around now.”

“what would i ever do without you,” sakusa sighs, voice sarcastic and dry. you laugh, not thinking twice about it, but he means every word.

now all he needs to worry about is getting his suit, and asking you to be his plus one.

Hnnng been having Karasu thoughts. What would happen if for some reason Karasu thought MC was cheating but in fact they were planning some sort of surprise for him? Can you imagine his immense guilt when he realized he doubted them for nothing!?! Ugh I love angst-but-not-really scenarios

a/n: keeping this light on the angst because I don't like tormenting our dear crow boy too much. :(

suspicious surprises | karasu x reader

1.1k words | sfw | gn!reader | misunderstandings and resolved angst

cw: they/them pronouns for mc.

Mammon knows Karasu better than anyone else in the Devildom. He knows what Karasu's voice sounds like when he’s frustrated, knows what his eyes look like when they glint dangerously with anger he tries to hide. More often than not these days, Karasu looks happier than Mammon can remember, and they've known each other for a long time. Maybe that’s why he’s confused by the way Karasu looks now, pacing back and forth in Mammon’s room while he pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration. 

“What d’ya mean, MC’s been acting weird?” Mammon leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “They seem fine t’me.”

Karasu shook his head. “No, there’s something going on. They were on the phone with someone earlier and hung up quickly when I walked into the room. I asked them about it and they said it was nothing,” Karasu explained, glancing at Mammon, “but you and I both know they’re not a very good liar.”

“Can’t you just, I dunno, look up that stuff at work? Their phone logs and whatever else, y’know, see who they were talkin’ to?” It was an innocent suggestion, but Mammon didn’t expect Karasu to glare at him like the idea was offensive.

“I would never abuse my position to violate their privacy like that.” The frown on Karasu’s face deepened. “I can’t do that. It wouldn’t be right.”

“Okay, okay,” Mammon raised his hands placatingly. “Well, what else has been buggin’ you? Because one phone call ain’t enough reason to make you–” he paused, waving his hand in Karasu’s direction, “–y’know, like this.”

“They’ve been spending a lot of time with Asmodeus–alone,” Karasu added, annoyance creeping into his tone. “I know MC and your family are very close, but the secretive phone calls? Hushed conversations? And their little–their little dates,” he nearly spat the word between gritted teeth.

“Dates?” All of Karasu’s suspicions started to fall into place, and Mammon nearly groaned when he realized what all the mixed signals meant. “Nope, no way,” he said hastily, shaking his head. “Asmo’s a flirt but trust me, he’s not makin’ any moves on MC.” Mammon rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly because he knew exactly what you and his brother were up to. 

Karasu looked unconvinced and continued pacing, listing off all the clues that led him to believe something was going on.  

“Well, a few nights ago they went to The Fall together–” (to sign a contract to reserve one of the VIP lounges)

“–and yesterday they went out for dinner–” (after they finalized the menu for the dinner Ristorante Six will be catering)

“–and now they’re out shopping.” (so Asmo could take you to pick up the custom gift you ordered with his help)

Karasu dropped onto the couch beside Mammon and ran his fingers through his hair. “What am I supposed to think? They’re spending so much time together all of a sudden. Every time I mention it, MC looks guilty like they’re hiding something from me.” His glasses slid off his nose when he looked down and they clattered on the floor. He ignored them and buried his face in his hands instead. “What could be bad enough that they feel like they can’t tell me?”

Mammon rubbed his back, albeit a little awkwardly; he wasn’t sure the gesture was appreciated. “I can promise ya that whatever yer thinkin’, you’ve got the wrong idea. Did it ever occur to you that maybe MC’s keepin’ secrets from you for a reason?”

The crow demon looked up in confusion. “Is there such a thing as a good secret that MC would keep from me?”

Mammon sighed. One of the smartest demons in the Devildom and he’s so clueless, ain’t he? “Let me ask ya this, then: you got anything special comin’ up?”

Karasu pulled out his D.D.D. and Mammon snorted when he started scrolling through the calendar app to check his schedule for the week. “Only some work-related meetings, nothing out of the ordinary.” He tapped the screen a couple times quickly and squinted at something. “Oh, and MC mentioned something about doing something on Saturday for…for…”

Mammon smirked knowingly. “What’s that about Saturday?”

Karasu set his D.D.D. beside him and slumped back against the couch. “They’re planning something for my birthday, aren’t they?” he asked flatly, even though he already knew the answer. It was so obvious now.

“Of course they are,” Mammon snickered. “The first birthday you’re celebrating together since you two started goin’ out, yeah? MC’s lookin’ to spoil ya, you lucky bird. Asmo offered to help MC plan the whole thing since he has lots of useful connections in town. Don’t tell ‘em I ruined the surprise though, MC will kill me. ”

“You really think MC would go to all this trouble to surprise me?” Karasu asked. Mammon expected him to be relieved, but he just sounded sad. He stared in front of him, eyes unfocused, unblinking. “I was afraid…well, I was worried about a lot of things, I suppose,” he admitted, lowering his eyes while his hands fidgeted nervously in his lap. “But I didn’t know how to tell them that.”

Mammon nudged his shoulder lightly. “You haven’t done this sort of thing in a long time, right? How long’s it been since you were with someone anyway? Five years? Six?”

“Double that at least,” Karasu said, sniffling his nose.

No wonder he was so lost. “See? This relationship stuff is all new for you. It makes you feel vulnerable and out of control, and I know you’re not used to that.” Mammon leaned back with a sigh. “And trust me, my brothers and I know a thing or two about bein’ jealous and possessive and all that. It’s sort of our reputation ‘round here.”

“I didn’t really think MC would–you know, hurt me intentionally,” Karasu explained slowly. “But you’re right. I let my anxieties get the better of me. I’ll learn from this and be better for them.” He looked at Mammon worriedly. “You won’t tell them, will you?”

“It’ll be our little secret,” Mammon said, drawing his fingers across his lips with an exaggerated ziiiip. “But I’m serious, you got lucky with MC. You’re good for each other.” Mammon watched the bashful smile bloom on his friend’s face, his eyes brightening slightly with something hopeful.

“You really think so?” Karasu asked wonderingly.

Mammon nodded. “Wouldn’t have let it get this far between ya if I thought otherwise.”

A quiet giggle bubbled out of Karasu before he bit his lip to stifle the sound. “I think I’m going to enjoy my birthday this year for the first time in a long time,” he admitted softly. The grin on his face was contagious, and all Mammon saw was a hopelessly besotted crow oozing with affection.

Karasu might not realize it, but Mammon’s seen MC with the same expression on their face and he knows who it is they’re thinkin’ of when they do. “Yeah, I think so too.”

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