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MASTERLIST.

SUMMARY → ( l/n ) ( y/n ) is a bright student, now standing in-front of her dream school. ready to start her journey to become a pro-hero; being put in life threatening in situation and making companions along the way. the last person she thought she would have running in her head on loop, is the explosive blond with a raging inferiority complex that somehow can’t keep his voice down… odd.

PAIRING → bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

STATUS → on hiatus

GENRE → romance ( slowburn )

WARNINGS → cursing, mentions of; blood, broken bones, self-esteem issues, sexism, panic attacks and death

CHAPTER 00  → we all got an origin

CHAPTER 01 → listen up, boys and girls, and non binary friends

CHAPTER 02 → the entrance exam

CHAPTER 03 → what, oh, what will the results be

CHAPTER 04 → the start of something new

CHAPTER 05 → in a blink

CHAPTER 06 → i am good enough… right?

CHAPTER 07 → how did it go

CHAPTER 08 → school is more than classes

CHAPTER 09 → heroes vs. villains

CHAPTER 10 → embrace the side of villainy

CHAPTER 11 → mind your own damn buisness

CHAPTER 12 → do. not. move.

CHAPTER 13 → the wheels on the bus

CHAPTER 14 → the league of dumbasses

CHAPTER 15 → we are all save

02 | the entrance exam

SUMMARY → ( l/n ) ( y/n ) is a bright student, now standing in-front of her dream school. ready to start her journey to become a pro-hero; being put in life threatening in situation and making companions along the way. the last person she thought she would have running in her head on loop, is the explosive blond with a raging inferiority complex that somehow can’t keep his voice down… odd.

PAIRING → bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

WORD COUNT → 1.6 k

SERIE MASTERLIST → PREVIOUS | NEXT

FINDING YOUR DESIGNATED CHANGING room, you move into it. Trying to stay as much in the zone and focused as you change your shoes; “I love your uniform!” a voice says right next to you.

Instantaneously snapping you out of your focus, “The red and brow, so cute. Is that from your school?” a pink girl says, waving over your clothing.

“Uh, yeah.” You nod, a little surprised at her sudden interest in your uniform. Taking a seat on the bench, she proceeds to tie her shoes, “What school do you go to?” she smiles softly, glancing up from her shoes.

“Oda Mikio Middle School.”

Nodding at your answer, “Oh, that makes sense. I go to Mustafa Private Middle School.” smiling proudly at her for on her shoes, she stands up from the bench. Frowning as you make no movement to change out of your uniform, “You’re not changing?” she asks.

“No, I thought it would be good practice.”

Tilting her head, the confusion written all over her features, “For what?”

“Every hero should be ready for a fight in any situation. No time to change into their hero costume.” you say, which was a roundabout way of saying neither you nor your family had thought about gym clothing, but you couldn’t look unprepared in front of your competition.

Nodding at your words, she stands up, “That’s really smart, I just have my old clothes on.” she says, waving over her clothing, “Anyhow, what battlefield are you assigned to?”

“Battle Centre D. You?” you ask, hanging up your bag, “F.” she replies. Nodding to her answer, the two of you move to the door, the arrows pointing to different sides for your entrance exam, “Hello, listeners, be sure to make it to your battle centres. The exams start in a moment, rock on.” Present Mic calls out through the speakers.

Walking to your battlefield, you glance over your shoulder, “See you on the first day.” you say, waving at the girl. Making her brows furrow, “Of what?” she asks visibly confused.

“Classes.”

A smile tucks up her lips, “Okay.” she nods, holding her thumbs up, “see you then.” pumping her fist in the air. Turning around, you try to regain your focus, “Run in, kick to the curb, gather the points.” you whisper, following the arrows to your battle centre, which is just walking forward.

Arriving at the battle centre, the doors are already open. Many of the contestants are either just looking around or talking amongst themselves. Likely waiting for any type of buzzer to go off, much like yourself.

“Hey, there!” the popular radio show host calls out loudly, “Go on, there are no count downs ins real life, get on moving!” Present Mic calls out from one of the towers. Furrowing your brows you wonder how he even got up there as he violently swings his arm around.

Turning to your wrist you set a timer on your watch for ten minutes. Letting your arm fall to the side. You glance up seeing that everyone already started running, blinking at a couple of them trying to push each other yet all of them go in the same direction.

Shaking your head, you turn to the left, jogging down the street. Waiting for the bots to arrive to use your quirk, “Damn it, where are they?” you curse.

A low humming makes you turn around. Eyes widening at house massive these ‘faux villains’ are. Glancing at your watch, only thirty seconds passed. A small smile tucks up your lips, “I got this.”

Focussing on your breathing, the world starts to slow down, smiling at how the robot is seemingly standing still as it is now slowly reaching you. Jogging up to it, you walk around the bot, “There was a button here, right?” you mumble out confused, glancing all over the bot.

There is just more and more of the green metal, gasping a smile tucks up your lips, “On the neck, huh, smart.” reaching up, you turn the switch. Your watch telling you you still have nine minutes and 30 seconds left, not even a second passed.

Grinning, you shake your head, continuing to use your quirk to your advantage, “And people say there are not enough hours in a day.” you roll your eyes, running down the street. Passing your competition with ease, jumping up the arm from the robot you take your time.

Switching your quirk off, you flip the switch. Jumping from one to the next repeating the same motion all over again. Letting the four robots crash to the floor, ‘That should be twelve points.’ You think to yourself, taking another peek at your wrist making sure you have enough time; nine minutes left.

Running normally, you take a couple of deep breaths, trying to keep the nausea at bay. Seeing your next series of victims. Speeding up, their heads turn to you. Reaching its arm out, you take the chance by jumping on it. Twisting your body, you take its metal head between your legs, leaning back, you squeeze your thighs.

With all your force, swinging backwards, holding your hands out for the fall. Reaching the ground, you flip back safely landing on your feet. Letting the head fall, your new points are added to your overall score.

Shaking your head, you take a fight stance. Getting ready for the next, jumping on to its arm, slowing the world down, you kick the metal head, letting the world regain its speed again, the mere force from your speed does the rest, letting it fly off its hinges. Jumping off, you grin at the last on the line; who suffers the same faith as it just decapitated friends.

Grinning happily at your work, you move down the street. Not having any problem finding more bots, “How many go these bots are there?” you ask confused, “I have no clue.” snapping your head at the sudden voice, a girl with bright orange hair stands next to you.

“I got these.”

“They are all yours.”

Running towards the, you are not quite sure how to feel about her handing you the points. Taking a deep breath, you push it to the back of your mind, “You damn sure they are mine.” you grumble, switching them off.

Jumping to the floor, you let time resume. Having them crash down. Tilting your head over your shoulder, a little happy at the flabbergasted look on her face, “How the—”

“You got the next one, right?” smiling at the possible new friend you made. Nodding with determination her hands grow bigger as she clenching them in massive fists, “Definitely.”

Taking the one pointer in her hands, crushing the bot like it was a soda can. Making it very clear that she got it. Turning the corner, you glance back at the ginger, seeing her smash them without any issue.

The never-fading nausea, being suppressed as you smash the robots for their points. Switching the switch when you couldn’t muster up your needed speed.

Rolling around, you hold on to their arm. Flipping over much like a gymnast on a beam, you let go, trusting in yourself and your abilities to safely land on the ground. Letting the remaining two crash into each other.

“I wanted that one.” a sudden voice says, making you swiftly turn around. Eyes widening at the yellow hair with the black lightning bolt dyed into it. Almost panicking at how wrong all of this could have gone. You never even noticed their presents.

Shaking your self out of it, you remember that you are in an exam, “You will get the next.” you say. Jogging away, your stomach slushes are as the sour taste returns into your mouth. Squeezing your eyes, you swallow it back; damn, drawback—

A sudden shake of the ground, completely taken you out of your thoughts. Hearing the alarm blaring, many students run past you. Looking up, your body freezes down, “The one pointer.” you whimper.

Watching it come closer and closer, a student stands just as frozen as you. Eyes widening at his close proximity to the robot, your body moves before you register what is happening.

Letting the world slip by, you take them into your arm. Pulling them with you into your reality. Jumping out of the way, you let the world continue on its course, having the metal arm slam into the ground instead of the indigo boy.

“Are you okay?” You ask the physically shaken up guy. Taking deep breaths his eyes move all around the place, “Yeah, I- I’m fine.” He nods, coming back to planet earth, “Thank you.”

Smiling, you shake your head, “It was no biggy.” you wave off. Peeking a glance at your watch, “We have one minute left,” you breathe out, completely having lost track of time, “sure you’re fine?”

Nodding, he has a small reassuring smile, “Okay,” you nod, backing away slowly, “the off switch is on the back.”

“What?”

“The bots, their off switch is on the back,” turning the corner, you take deep breaths, slowly the world goes slower again. Only to have a wave of sour invade your taste buds.

Covering your mouth, you run to the trash can. Spilling your guts out like a foghorn. Silently praying these are real garbish bags and not just for the exam.

“Time’s up!” the voice hero calls out, a loud alarm following his announcement.

Freezing, your eyes widen, trying to no avail to mentally count how many points you have. Let’s just hope it’s enough… the encouragement and confidence your family whispered into you slowly seeping away.

A/N: what u think?????????? LET ME KNOW

in the next chapter you can expect;

— some domestic stuff

— just very nice family fluff <3

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03 | what, oh, what will the results be

SUMMARY → ( l/n ) ( y/n ) is a bright student, now standing in-front of her dream school. ready to start her journey to become a pro-hero; being put in life threatening in situation and making companions along the way. the last person she thought she would have running in her head on loop, is the explosive blond with a raging inferiority complex that somehow can’t keep his voice down… odd.

PAIRING → bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

WORD COUNT → 1.2 k

SERIE MASTERLIST → PREVIOUS | NEXT

“YOU WILL GET IN, just wait and see.” mum reassures for the umpteenth time this past week and a half. The unease not coming off your face as you shove another chip in your mouth.

Zapping to the next channel, “We don’t know that.” you deny, shaking your head. A warm hand gently rubs your head, “Of course we do. You went in, got points, helped a boy out in spite of your own points. That must count for something.”

“Yeah, a loss of points.”

A frown now etching on the mature women face, “Never regret your decisions.”

“I don’t. I would have done the same thing again,” slapping your hands over your face, “I just want them to give the results already, this is agony.” you groan, dragging your hands down your face.

“( Y/N )! ( Y/N )! O’Ne-chan!”

Your brother runs into the room, almost slamming against the trophy case as he does so. Falling to his knees by the slip of his socks he holds up an envelope, “It came in, it came in the mail!”

Raising a brow at him, he shoves the letter so far up your face you can’t even read it. Wiping your salted fingers on your joggers. Before taking it from his grasp, the red wax is melted to the press of the heroic school stamping the letter to a close.

Taking it all in, you wonder how the Hell they fitted everything you need from this envelope, “It’s so… small.” you mumble.

“Maybe they send the big letter later?” mum tries. Which ( b/n ) nods to, “They do, they send in video chatters now, and a paper for your hero costume.”

Nodding, you swallow thickly. Not that surprised by ( b/n ) knowledge on how the school works; as it is his current hyper fixation. Taking out the metal chatter, placing it on the coffee table you look among your small family, “Everyone ready?”

“Just do it already, I can’t hold it anymore!” your brother burst out. Taking a deep breath you move your hand to make U.A. decision known and taking you out of your misery. Only to have your hand be grasped gently, “Honey,”

You could already envision what she would say; We got this, no matter what. We will find a way to make it, together, as a family.

“you are going to be an amazing hero.” she said, it was a refreshingly positive statement. It was so her. Still, her soft smile and nervous eyes make it known that she is just as unsure as you feel right now.

Squeezing her hand, a small reassuring smile tucks up your lips, “I guess we will see.” you mumble. As ( b/n ) presses the video on; a bright light comes emitted from it, the number one hero is now virtually present in your living room.

“It’s All Might!” ( b/n ) all call out in surprise. Before he waves his hands around, shushing us, while he was the only one screaming at his appearance.

Deciding against responding, you all focus back on the virtual hero, “I am here as a projection!” he calls out, moving back to be in a better frame, “Actually I came to this town to work at U.A.”

“All Might will be your teacher!”

Biting your lip, you stay silent to hear his next words, “You passed your written exam with flying colours, placing in the top ten by doing so.” he reveals.

Making all your brows raise at the statement, definitely not having expected a high ranking with how badly you felt you did it, “That’s already one.” mum whispers rubbing your shoulders.

“At the physical exam you managed to get twenty-three villain points,” All Might continues, making your shoulders falter at his less than optimistic tone, “sadly that is not enough.”

Tears are ready to spill out of your eyes at his statement, as your brother sits frozen and mum is at a loss of words, “But worry not!” he calls out, smiling at the camera and by extension you.

“You saved a young man, bringing him to safety when he could not get himself there.” the yellow-haired man reminds you, wiping your eyes you nod at the words being spoken, “Such an act of heroism is exactly what we look for at U.A. So, indeed we have a system in place for moments like these.”

Making your head snap back up, “Your heroic actions will be rewarded by forty-nine points.” the man smiles. Revealing a tv from behind him, “Bringing your grand total to seventy-four points.”

Holding in your breath, your mother holds even tighter to your shoulders, as the hero reveals a list of names that are forge into you. Villain and rescue points are next to each other showing the grand total.

“That’s you!” ( b/n ) calls out, the tears freely falling from his cheeks as he points at your name standing next to the number three.

Letting the camera panned back to the symbol of peach, he holds his hand out to you, “Welcome to U.A, Young ( l/n )-Shojo.”

Staying silent for a moment, all of you taking in the rollercoaster that just happened. Busting out in tears, you wipe them away as best as you can with your brother clinging to you. Now letting out a wail of relief himself, “I got in!” you cried.

“You did it!”

Wrapping your arms around him, you press a kiss to the top of his head, “And we should celebrate.” the voice of your mother says.

Turning to her, she holds a blue and yellow iced cake, “How—” you start to ask, “I just knew.” she smiled, the same previously identified as unsure eyes are actually more sure than anything.

Placing the plates down as she starts cutting the cake, “If you two clean up the snacks and letter, I will get the cake ready.” she offers.

Nodding, both of you jump up. Closing the chips, you take the video chip from the table. Opening the trophy case, you move your team picture a bit back, “Move it.” you mumble to the gymnastic trophy, placing the metal on it.

Letting your brother place the letter behind it, letting the red stamp take the stage. Sighing happily, the two of you move back, closing the glass closet.

Walking on air as you zoom back to the table. Letting your brother catch up at his own time as you start eating the delicious cake. Taking a seat next to you, he opens his notebook. Pulling you into his world, “I got some designs ready for your hero suit! You can definitely add some things but I think this will work best for the summer. For winter we definitely need to think of something else—”

The older women looked over her two children, smiling gently as she watches her firstborn not along to her younger brother. Wiping the blue icing off her cheek.

Letting her slip into a serenity, finally completely content with how everything is in their little three-member family.

“Mum?” You ask, making the women blink a couple of times before she is grounded back, Mum? You still there?” ( b/n ) asks, stuffing his mouth full of cake.

“Yeah,” nodding as she lovingly strokes your head, “just watching my babies.” mum coos. Making your nose crinkle, “We are not babies!”

“You will always be my baby.”

A/N: WE GOT INTO UA, WE GOT INTO UA, *boogie boogie* what u think?????????? LET ME KNOW

in the next chapter you can expect;

- THE FIRST DAY OF UA,

- AND BAKUHOES INTRODUCTION!!!!!!

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04 | the start of something

SUMMARY → ( l/n ) ( y/n ) is a bright student, now standing in-front of her dream school. ready to start her journey to become a pro-hero; being put in life threatening in situation and making companions along the way. the last person she thought she would have running in her head on loop, is the explosive blond with a raging inferiority complex that somehow can’t keep his voice down… odd.

PAIRING → bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

WORD COUNT → 1.1 k

SERIE MASTERLIST → PREVIOUS | NEXT

HALTING IN FRONT OF the massive school, you take a deep breath. Unable to suppress the smile from forming on your face.

“Hey, point stealer.”

Turning your gaze from the building to the voice. A smile on a yellow-haired boy with a lighting bolt dyed in his hair, “You were just too slow.” you smile at him. Passing you, he walks up the steps, turning back as you don’t follow, “Are you coming?”

Blinking you nod, taking a few quick steps. Standing straight again, “Yeah, I’m ( l/n ).” you tell him.

“Kaminari Denki, here.” he winks, smiling cheekily at you. Making you feel a lot less nervous, “The school is huge!” he calls out, as we move through the building.

“Why are the doors so big?” he asks back, “Maybe there are very tall students.” you offer, very much so aware that there are people with mutation quirks that makes some very tall.

Sliding the door open, you make your way into the class room. There aren’t a lot of students yet. What is enough of is an authorial voice, “Take your feet off this desk now. You are already disrespecting this academy.” a vaguely recognisable boy say punctuating his statement by chopping the air as at spiky blond has his feet on the table, whom does not seem to care about his comment at all.

“You are kidding me, right? You old school put a stick up your ass, or were you born with it?” two things were confirmed by his response. One, he indeed does not give a shit. And, two, he has a really nice voice.

Tilting your head you glance back at the blue-haired boy, it finally clicking where you remember him from. That’s four eyes who roasted the shit out of the fanboy. Moving to the two boys, you smiled at him, “Hey, I saw you at the entrance exam.”

Effectively stopping his chopping, looking up to you he pushes his glasses up his nose, “I’m ( l/n ).” you introduce yourself, setting your bag onto a desk.

“Iida Tenya, from Soumei Private Academy.” he bows, bowing back at him. Before standing straight again, “Soumei, huh? So, you must think you’re better than me? I’m going to have fun tearing you a new one.” the blond declares, making mental gymnastics that even your can’t follow.

Making Iida gasp as he takes a step back, “You would threaten me? Your own classmate? Are you sure you’re in the right place?” he questiones.

Blinking at the interaction, you look at the boy, “Well, it is nice to meet you. I went to Oda Mikio.” you wave off, not wanting to dread on what your school was known for, “It was so funny with the lights and the roasting. It was hilarious.”

“The roasting?”

“Yeah, about the boy who kept muttering. Chubby cheeks, green hair, fanboying over Present Mic.” you say, trying to jog his memory. Making the boy nodded, “It was fair criticism to have for the number one heroic academy. But he saw something I did not, he is far more superior student than me.”

“If you say so.” you shrug taking your seat. Not quite sure what he is going on about. More people trickle in as time goes on, “You went to Oda Mikio?”

Glancing back at the stunning purple-haired girl. Catching the cool ear phone jacks ears loops, as you nod, “Aren’t you suppose to go to Hashimoto Daiki Private High then?” she asks, which says enough about how much your school reputation follows.

Before you could even answer, Iida moved to the door chopping his arm as he declares to the green-haired muttering fanboy, Midoriya that he is superior. While a girl gets the same boy all flustered by simply speaking to him.

“If you are just here to make friend you can pack up your stuff now.” an extra voice says from the hallway. Making your brows furrow at the lack of body, until they drop down to a bright yellow sleeping bag.

Gaining everyone's attention at the sudden interruption of the flow, “Welcome to U.A.’s hero course.” he announces, taking a sip from what seems to be a juice box.

“It took eight seconds for you all to shut up, that is not going to work. Time is precious, rational students would understand that.” he continues, stepping out of the bag as he looks over the class.

Furrowing your brows you look over the older man trying to figure out who he is. If he works here he must be a pro hero, “Hello, I am Aizawa Shota, your teacher.”

“Right, let’s get to it.” he continues, not skipping a beat as he pulls out a gym uniform for his mobile bed. How many things does he have in there?

“Put these on, and head outside.”

A/N: AIZAWA-SENSEI STOLE THE SHOW, I KNOW HE DID. HE IS THE FUCKING SHIT… ;P SKBSKBS, i’m sorry. what did you think? let me know ur thoughts!

- also as clarification oda mikio is a all girls junior high known to produce top gymnasts. most don’t know the intergecies of it, but when there is a top gymnast they must have gone to oda mikio and the proceeded to to go to hashimoto daiki for high school; that’s just the way it is.

- i made this school for some extra’s and also because i didn’t want her to be in school with any of the members ( which will explain things in the next chapter; )

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SUMMARY → whenever a new person approaches your boyfriend confessing to him you don’t really bother until he inevitably screams at them and you go over there and make sure no one gets — physically or emotionally — hurt

PAIRING → bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

GENRE → fluff, drabble

MASTERLIST → if you want to read other works of mine

A/N → this might be a little ooc but i am a firm believer that katsuki is super soft for is s/o and a fucking simp for them

“LOOKS LIKE SOMEONE IS giving it a shot again.” Hagakure says, moving her sleeve covered arm towards the cafeteria doors. Welcoming the sight of Bakugou with a girl, whom seems to be trying to confess to him, “Very brave of her.” Tsu-chan ribbit.

“Even in a public space.”

Carefully looking over his features, he seems to get more and more annoyed by the second, “It doesn’t seem to go well.” Jirou says a little worried for the girl. Making you nod, “Maybe we should make sure he doesn’t murder anyone…” Mina says slowly, before pulling you up with her and walking to the door.

“First she is going kick my ass for saying some shit, then she going to kill you.” you already hear Bakugou scream at the girl. Rolling your eyes, you walk a little faster to make it there earlier before he chews her out completely, “But you got to be a real fucking delusional if you think I’m going to to even think about my great girl for your dusty ass. I already got the greatest; so, get the fuck out my face, you are not that cute—“ 

Grabbing his ear, he stops in his sentence — or monologue however you want to call it — to wince at the sudden pull. Turning to the girl who was victim to his screaming, a small smile came to your face, “Hi, I’m ( l/n ), and I apologise for his behaviour. He has the emotional intelligence of a door.”

Nodding at your words you glance over her. Seeing her tight grip on the envelope, and the way her face twists in embarrassment until you finally notice the unshed tears in her eyes. Making your brows come together harshly as you turn back to your rude tsundere boyfriend, “You made her cry, asshole.” you snap at him.

Making him shrug as he looks away from your stare, “Stop that, shitty woman!” he screams as you pull at his ear again, successfully getting his attention. 

“What did I say about screaming at me!”

“You started it!”

Sighing you try to not scream at his little care he the girl her feeling, closing my eyes for a moment before opening them again instead, turning to the girl, “Again, I am so sorry. We will be leaving.” you tell her, before pulling him along by his small ear; 

“Do you have to be an asshole to everyone?”

“You aren’t really mad, are you?” he asks softly, the voice he always uses when it’s just the two of you. Wrapping his arms around your waist, nudging your nose with his own, “Come on…”

Sighing you let your hand slide into his air, resting your free hand on his neck, “You’re lucky I like you.” you mumble, moving a bit away from his face. Letting him look into your eyes, until your eyes roam over his face, landing on his lips; where your eyes stayed on for a moment longer.

Watching them lick them before smirk tuck up his lips, “Are we about to kiss?” he asks soft. Making your eyes snap back to his own at the teasing tone he used, “W-what?” you ask not expecting the question.

“I was just messing with you, dumbass.”

MASTERLIST | KO-FI | TAGLIST → @tsukkisbae @tanakasimpcorner @lovinnoya @lonelyweeb77

06 | i am good enough… right?

SUMMARY → ( l/n ) ( y/n ) is a bright student, now standing in-front of her dream school. ready to start her journey to become a pro-hero; being put in life-threatening situations and making companions along the way. the last person she thought she would have run in her head on loop, is the explosive blond with a raging inferiority complex that somehow can’t keep his voice down… odd.

PAIRING → bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

WORD COUNT → 2.7 k

SERIE MASTERLIST → PREVIOUS | NEXT

THE NEXT DUO TO run the fifty meters are now taking their stance at the start of the track. As soon as the count down is over the buzzer goes off and Asui and Iida dash off.

Asui-san jumps over with speed easily as Iida blasts over the lane in no time, the engines in his calves propelling him forward. How could you have missed that?

Oijiro and the girl with the brown hair, you are not sure you caught her name. Get mentally ready for their own dash, “Hi, I’m Sero Hanta.” a voice behind you say introducing themselves. Looking up from the pair preparing their sprint, a black-haired boy smiles, “I”m Kirishima Eijiro.” the redhead introduces.

Smiling at the two, you nod, “I’m ( l/n ) ( y/n ).” you introduce yourself. Glancing at Kaminari, who has an amused smile on his face, “We already know each other.”

“Oh, it’s my turn.” Ashido calls jumping up. Letting your eyes fall onto her you hold your thumbs up, “You got this!” Kirishima says, smashing his fists smashed together.

“Go, Ashido. Go!” we call cheering the girl om. Smiling back at us, she holds her thumb up. As soon as the buzzer goes of Aoyama pushes himself forward with his laser in what’s not even a second he leaves Ashido in the dust.

Well… that is until he crashes to the floor and the pink girl glides passed him with ease. It was a little surprising but then again most quirks have their drawbacks, you suppose his is the time he can use his navel laser.

“Shooting my beautiful beam for more than a second hurts my tummy.” Aoyama says to no one in particular as he stares off to somewhere in the distance.

“What a tool.”

Humming at their words you move your eyes back to the track. The last duo will be running their dash; Bakugou and Midoriya. As soon as they start Bakugou-san uses his quirk to blast forward as Midoriya runs semi-fast… It is kind of unclear if this as fast as he can go or he is sparing his energy for the rest of the activities.

“My power has more uses than anyone else in the school.” he announces proudly. Igniting mini explosions in his. Raising your brows at the statement, even if he meant our class alone it’s a big statement to make, you don’t know everyone's quirk yet. Plus, there are still second and third-year students.

Regardless of that, he seems to be more interested in having an intense stare-off with Midoriya. They look at each other a lot. Glancing at Ashido you see her move her head to you at the same time, before looking back at the scene in front of you, “Exes?” she asks.

Humming at her option, you tilt your head shrugging. Seems a bit toxic but what do you know. It’s not like you are an expert.

GRIP STRENGHT

The next activity of the eight activities; grip strength, this is definitely not your best points. Obviously, you have to have some strength for most things you did at Oda Mikio nor what I would have needed to do to prepare for Hashimoto Daiki High, but you never needed to test or train it specifically.

Holding out the dynamometer for you, you take it from Ashido-san as Iida holds up his own up, “You have to grip as hard as you can, hold on for five seconds. Then rest for fifteen. You get three-“

“Yeah, yeah, she got it.” Ashido waves him off. The chopping return in full force as he pushes his glasses back, “I just want to make sure our fellow classmate knows what she is supposed to do, and all her options.”

Making a small smile tuck up your lips, “I got it Iida-san, thank you.” you reassure. Taking a deep breath you squeeze the dynamometer as much as you can, counting to five you let go. Glancing at the screen your shoulders fall at the sad twenty-three standing on your screen.

Wanting to go again, “No, you still have to wait five more seconds.” Iida denies. Holding off of pressing down, you wait for his sign to go again as he nods you press down.

Earning an even lower number than before, “Nineteen?” you ask in disbelief, frowning at the number, “Maybe use your quirk?” she offers. Nodding at the suggestion you take a deep breath, pushing your pinky gently onto the trigger letting the power of speed do the rest.

Getting you the highest score you have in your life with a, “Forty-eight.” you smile, it might not be the highest but it is a personal record and that can always be beaten, later on, that is if you aren’t the one going home.

“Oeh, my turn. My turn.” Mina calls, pressing down on her own meter.

STANDING LONG JUMP

The girl in front of you Asui Tsuyu jumped right over the sand without using any force to keep her up. She held her hands in front of her, had a head start and jumped right over.

Mimicking her you run at full speed towards the sand, holding your hands out as you jump trying to get as far as you can. Smacking face first on the ground, you eat sand. Well… that was not what you expected.

“Are you alive, ( l/n ).” your homeroom teacher asks. Lifting your head up you spit the sand out, holding a thumbs up you nod, “Of course.”

Getting up from the sand you jog over to the other side, dusting yourself off as you take a spot next to the girl, “You are really good at jumping.” you compliment the girl.

Looking at you, her tung sticks out, “Thank you. You had a not so pretty fall.”

Chuckling at the blunt observation, “Yeah, I’m not the greatest long jumper. I tried to mimic your jump but that didn’t really work.” you tell her, nodding at your words she sometimes makes a ‘ribbit’ sound which is surprisingly calming.

A comfortable silence takes over as you look at the next jumpers. That’s when you realise that you hadn’t introduced yourself yet, “Oh, I’m ( l/n ) ( y/n ).” you say, making her look up as well, “Asui Tsuyu.”

“I know.” you blurt out, widening your eyes at how creepy that sounded, “I mean, your name was just said and before at the fifty dash.”

Her hand rubs my arm, “It’s okay, ( l/n )-san, ribbit.” she reassures. What is up with her, how does she make you so relaxed?

REPEATED SIDE STEPS

Watching Minetta bounce off some purple balls, you blink trying to get rid of the image of him ripping the balls from head off.

“That was something.”

“Yeah.”

Being one of the last ones left you raise your hand, “Can I go?” you ask, not wanting the pressure of being the lasts. Shrugging, he raises his hand for you to take a stance, “You got this.”

Taking your place on the line you take the steps side-to-side until the buzzer goes off letting you know that your minute has passed. Stopping your quirk the sudden rush of nausea makes your head spin.

Running off you don’t wait for your score. Making it to the trash can in time your main and only priority. Hurling over the trash can, a hand rubs over your back. Coughing, you take deep breaths. Wiping the sweat off the sides of your face, “Are you okay, girl?” Ashido asks.

Nodding at her question you let the second flow of nausea spill your guts out. Coughing at the burn, you take a sip from your bottle, “Yeah.” you nod, turning to her the brunette from earlier stands behind her.

“Are you okay?”

Holding your thumb up, you swirl the water in your mouth trying to get rid of the sour taste, spitting the water out, “Glad to hear that. I’m Uraraka Ochaco.”

“Ashido Mina.”

“( l/n ) ( y/n ).”

BALL THROW

“You got this, ( l/n ).”

Taking a deep breath, you focus on your body, letting your quirk run it’s course. Swinging your arm, you throw the ball, letting time surpass at a normal pace. Letting the ball zoom off, the wind blowing in your face at the speed. Holding your hand in front of your eyes to block the sand from your vision.

“Five-hundred meters.”

Smiling at the accomplishment, you take your previous spot. Trying to remain calm as your stomach does literal backflips at the mere fact that you did not just double but ten-folded your throw by simply using your quirk.

Uraraka taking the spot in the circle, “Go Uraraka-san, go!” we cheer. Lighting up the ball she throws it with such an ease as we watch it disappear into the sky until it’s gone.

Glancing at Aizawa-sensei he holds his phone up revealing Uraraka-san her score off… “Infinity? How is that possible!” Kaminari calls out.

Taking a new ball from his pocket, he offers it to the next student; Midoriya. The boy looks like a nervous wreck as he takes it from our teacher, “If Midoriya does not shape up soon he is the one going home.” Iida notes.

“Of course he is going home he is a quirkless loser.”

Making my brows furrow the way Iida was talking about him earlier did not make it seem like he was quirkiness, at all, “He has a quirk, did you not hear about what he did at the entrance exam?” he asks Bakugou.

Watching the boy, he stands still before suddenly flinging his arm. Throwing the ball not even forty meters, “What gives, I was trying to use it just now.” Midoriya asks confused.

“I erased your quirk.”

Glancing at our teacher my eyes widen now finally clicking who he is ; ‘It’s Eraser head!’ you scream in your head. Should I ask him about how he uses his binding cloths? ( b/n ) would kill me if I told him I met him and I didn’t ask, maybe I should ask about his experiences as an underground hero, or how he came up with his name, or— no, I should stay cool and professional. He is my sensei and future college, just be cool…. Be cool, ( l/n ).

“The judges for this exam were not rational enough. Someone like you should never be allowed to enrol in this school.”

“Wait, you did what to my—? You are the Eraser Hero: Eraserhead.” Midoriya realises. Making most students look among themselves, “Who is Eraserhead?” Kirishima asks confused, not familiar with the hero name.

“Oh, I have heard of him. I think he is one that works on the down-low.” Asui says. Where you nod too, “Yeah,” you shrug casually.

“You have no control over your power. Were you planning on breaking your bones again?”

“Again?” you ask Iida, where he nods to, fully emerged into the conversation the two are having, “Counting on someone else to save your useless body?” the older man harshly asks.

“That’s not what I was trying to do.”

Pulling the boy closer with his scarf, they talk too softly for us to hear. Looking at the tense expression on Midoriya his face, Aizawa-sensei lets him go, “I have returned your quirk. Take your final throw. Hurry, and get it over with.”

“I wonder if our teacher gave him some advice.” Iida wonders to no one in particular, “Probably told him to start packing.” Bakugou pessimistically says.

“Wouldn’t that be overkill?” you ask, keeping your on the boy in front of you. As you gain the attention of your potential new classmates, “Heh?”

Glancing at him, the blond has an aloof expression on his face, “If he ends up on the last place he leaves. No one needs a reminder.” you shrug. Giving Midoriya your full attention, “Monsieur,” Aoyama tells Uraraka seemingly out of character.

“Wait, who are you again?” she asks. Letting a laugh escape, you cover your mouth at the blunt answer. Having Ashido hold your shoulder as she tries to stifle her laughs.

“Something funny?”

Your teachers drops some fluid in his eyes, eyedrops. Shaking your heads you contain the giggles, “No, sensei.” we say at the same time.

Slowing down his throw, he lets it fly through the sky with a speed so great that the wind flies all over the place. You are stunned by the throw but more so his broken finger and his lack of surprise by the event… and pain, what the actual fuck? What type of quirk does that?

705.3 meters.

“Aizawa-sensei, you see, I am still standing.”

“This kid.” Aizawa-sensei says seemingly eacually stunned, “He threw it over 700 meters!” someone screams

“Yay, he is finally showing us his true power.” Uraraka-san, “But his finger seems to be broken, just like in the exam. His quirk is very odd.” Iida notes.

“It wasn’t a very pretty throw.” Aoyama says in a weird accent, before he could anything else small explosions pop off before Bakugou runs at him with full force, “Deku, you bastard, tell me how you did that!”

Blinking at the face of anger and the horror on the others face, you just want to know all the details, “Nasty break-up.” Ashido sings.

As the binding cloth of our teacher stops him before he can reach the injured boy, “How the Hell is your scarf so strong?” he ask, trying to fight against the cloth, “Because it is a capture weapon made out of carbon fibre and a special alloy. Stand down, it will be wise to avoid making me work so much… It gives me serious dry eye.”

Which explains the eyes drops, but you are 100% the collective thought is too bad, it is super cool because… It is.

“You are wasting my time. Whoever is next can step up.” he says letting go of the blonde as Midoriya moves very weirdly around him before he runs off.

SIT UPS

Holding down her legs, you couldn’t her sit-ups. As you two have a casual conversation about nothing in particular, “I think we will be great friends.” she tells you suddenly.

“I think so too.” getting giddy at the new friend you just made. This is the first friend you have made that you haven’t known since elementary school or because you were forced into it by family relations. It’s kind of… refreshing.

Giving her, her beautiful score of hundred twenty-three sit-ups in just 6- seconds.

SEATED TOE TOUCH

Taking your seat, you stretch your arms over the bare, fully folding over. Letting the tips of your fingers push the stand further away, “I guess we should have expected from someone who was going to Oda Mikio.”

Standing up, you dot down your result, “Where you were planning to go to Hashimoto Daiki?”

“It was on the table.” you shrug handing Sero the pencil to write his own results, “Why not?” Jirou asks, tilting his head.

“Want to be a hero.”

DISTANCE RUN

Jogging together you both hold off of using your quirk to keep up together, “A race to the end?” Iida asks, starting to run faster then you. Grinning at the competitiveness you nod, starting to run faster you keep up with him.

“See you at the end.” you wave, activating your quirk you see Iida slowly move. Chuckling at the comedic faces they all make while they run you shake your head.

Running you make your way to the end. Breathing heavily, you swallow the nausea away. Waiting for Iida to catch up, “I guess you won.”

“Don’t worry, I bet you get me next time.” you offer, as you make your way over to the endpoint.

“Alright, time to give you your results. I have ranked you all from best to worst. You should probably have a good idea of your standing already. I will just pull up the whole list, it is not worth going over each individual.” Aizawa-sensei tells us, letting the list pop up.

Going from the first list you move your eyes up, staring anxiously at the screen gawking at your lip as you try to find your own name.

Where is my name?

A/N: U KNOW… I HAVE NOTHING TO ADD <3

- in the next chapter we will find out what rank she is

- and some cute friendship moments <3

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07 | how did it go

SUMMARY → ( l/n ) ( y/n ) is a bright student, now standing in-front of her dream school. ready to start her journey to become a pro-hero; being put in life-threatening situations and making companions along the way. the last person she thought she would have run in her head on loop, is the explosive blond with a raging inferiority complex that somehow can’t keep his voice down… odd.

PAIRING → bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

WORD COUNT → 1.2 k

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HOLDING YOUR BREATH YOU finally find your name on fourth place. Right between Bakugou and Iida. Letting the breath go, your shoulders relax now know you aren’t going to be expelled.

“Phew.” you hear the girl next to you sigh out. Quickly glancing over you see her name next to number ten. Making a small smile tuck up your lips at the confirmation neither of you would go home, “Top ten, yes.” you high five.

“And I was lying, no one is going home.”

….what? He was lying! How can he just lie like that! , “That was just a natural deception to make sure you gave your all.” he smiles. Blinking at his breezy demeanour, by the way, he called a bald-faced lie a ‘natural deception’

“I’m surprised the rest of you didn’t figure that out. I’m sorry, I guess I should have said something.” Yaoyorozu Momo says, she is on top of the list, you didn’t really pay attention to her… Thinking back you don’t think you have even seen her do one thing but you guessed she did very well in Aizawa-sensei his eyes. Lists don’t lie.

“Yeah, you should have.”

“That’s it, we are done for the day. Pick up a sillabub from the classroom and read it over before tomorrow morning.” he mumbles, shuffling off to God knows where.

Making your way to the locker room everything went quite fast from then on out. As all you had to do was change and get the sillabubs, “I’m going home with Kirishima but we should exchange Line ID.”

“Oh, yeah, we should.” you agree, holding your phone out for her. Taking hers from her, putting your id you hand it back, “Message me, whenever, girl.” she tells you, “I will.” you smile.

“Ashido, you coming?”

“Oh, I should go. See you tomorrow!” she waves, catching up with Kirishima, “See you tomorrow, ( l/n ).” the redhead waves, “Bye, Kirishima!”

Making your stop at the bathroom, always at least trying before you take your one-hour train ride. It is not worth being lazy, ever. Walking outside you catch the engines on the calves, “Hey, guys! Wait up!” you call, running up to them, “Is it okay if I tag along to the station?”

“Of course, ( l/n ).” Iida answers. Glancing at Midoriya he nods as his entire face is red, “Are you okay?” you ask worried for his health, where he nods too again, “Yes, yes. I am, are you?”

Nodding at the boy, he takes a deep breath, slowly draining the red from his face as you starting your walk to the station, “Hey, wait up you three!” a voice calls, “Are you going to the station? I will join you guys.” turning around you see Uraraka.

“You are the infinity girl.”

“I’m Uraraka Ochaco. Let’s see… you are Tenya Iida,” she says pointing at the boy, “You are ( l/n ) ( y/n ),” turning to me, “And you are Midoriya Deku.” she tells the green-haired boy.

“Deku?”

“Isn’t that what Bakugou called you during the fitness test?” reciting the memory of Bakugou running towards his screaming; ‘Deku, tell me how you did that?’

Making him flustered, “Oh, yeah. Well, my name is actually Izuku. Deku is just what Kacchan calls me to make fun of me.” he explains.

“That’s unsportsmanlike.” Iida mumbles. As Uraraka gasps in remorse at her mistake, “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realise that. You know what, I kind of like Deku, it would be a great hero name. Plus it’s kind of cute.”

“Deku it is!”

“Just like that?”

Tilting my head at the boy, he truly confuses you. Turning away from us, he covers his face waving his arm around, “This is a paradigm shift…” he mumbles.

Resuming your walk to the station, you guys chat about how hectic this day was and what your expectations for the next year. Iida was interested in what the curriculum will hold for the years to come. Uraraka for the lunch… which ( b/n ) said is really good because the pro hero Lunch Rush prepares all the food. While Midoriya couldn't see everyone in action and learn from them in the process.

“This is it.”

“Are you sure that’s yours?” Midoriya asks worried, reading the directions on the boards.

“Yeah, I live outside of the city.”

Pushing his glasses back, Iida chops the air, “Then we should exchange Line ID’s. We can meet here to walk the last part together, or let each other know of changes that might occur.”

“Yeah, sure.”

Swapping your phones between the four of you, you all put your ID’s in there. Your train being the first to arrive, “Oh, your train is here, ( l/n ).” Uraraka points out.

Walking the few steps with me, you step into the train, “See you guys tomorrow.” you say, waving at your classmates. Having the doors close, you glance back at them seeing them still waving.

Chuckling softly at it, you wave back. Neither of you stopping until you all disappear out of sight. Putting your earbuds in you settle in, resting your eyes for the ride.

Hearing your stop, you get out. So eager to tell them all that happened you run all the way home, not stopping or slowing down once.

“Hi, I’m home.” you call out, kicking your shoes off. Putting your unicorn slippers on you make your way to your room. A little confused by the lack of response you assumed ( b/n ) most likely had his headphones on.

Changing out of your uniform before making it back to the living room, “Hello?” you call out, walking around your house to see where they are.

“Oh, no one’s home.”

Like it was on cue you hear the door open. Taking two golden stars from the sticker paper, you make your way to them. Seeing them with the groceries bags you stick the stars to the foreheads of your family members, “For not forgetting to do the groceries.”

“Thanks, angel.” taking the bags from her, you and ( b/n ) take them to the kitchen. As he fires questions at you, you try to explain it so fast you stumble over your words, “And- and Eraser head is our teacher!” you continue, telling your small family about the rollercoaster that is your first day.

A/N: i love the ( l/n ) family <3 they won’t be in the story much ( now ? ) but they will come in and out and be more prevalent later on. as i do think family is an important aspect

in the next chapter we have;

- normal classes

- suit reveal & hero classes

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THE FIRST CAFE KACCHAN week had to be with bakugou, obvi. so, here it is. be prepared for a week of fics all staring the angry boom-boom boi as the love intrest!

⤷ this event takes place from april 19th till april 25th ( i changed it to a weekend bc i just don't have any energy to write for bakugou — i might post the others one day )

⤷ if you want to be added to the taglist you can find it here!

⤷ other works of mine are on my masterlist

⤷ and lastly i hope you have as much fun as i do this week — let’s collectively be simps

i. we don’t have time for this | april nineteenth

⤷ normally he is a simp in private, but for a change explosion boy is a softy for his girlfriend in public

ii. be my ( fake ) girlfriend | april twentieth

⤷ when the bakusquad ‘challenges’ bakugou by simply stating that no one would date him; he knows he can’t get a girlfriend in one afternoon so he asks the only girl he knows to be his fake girlfriend for the day. easy right?

iii. kind of sweet(s) | april twenty-second

⤷ sometimes — your friend — bakugou can be a total softy

08 | school is more than classes

SUMMARY → ( l/n ) ( y/n ) is a bright student, now standing in-front of her dream school. ready to start her journey to become a pro-hero; being put in life threatening in situation and making companions along the way. the last person she thought she would have running in her head on loop, is the explosive blond with a raging inferiority complex that somehow can’t keep his voice down… odd.

PAIRING → bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

WORD COUNT → 1.9 k

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APART FROM QUIRK FOCUSED tests we also have monitored classes. Japanese, math, science and foreign languages. Students in every department study these core subjects and they will change year by year.

Currently, we have English with Present Mic; which is always a blast. It’s very difficult, but he keeps the class awake... sort of, which his shouting.

“Now, which of these four sentences contains a mistake?”

As soon as the question is asked Yaoyorozu raises her hand up. It went so fast you barely even had the time to read it all and she already had the correct answer.

Finally, morning classes were over and lunch was the only thing you had to think about. Your mouth practically watering at the thought of what will be made today.

Humming at how this rice somehow tastes almost euphoric. It might be because you forgot your train munchies but it is mostly because this rice is the best rice to be ever made in the history of rice.

“White rice is great comfort food, isn’t it?” Lunch Rush asks us. Blinking at the sudden disruption from your food dream you continue to munch on your food, nodding eagerly along with Iida and Uraraka as Midoriya fanboys over the hero.

Making our way to class Uraraka and you walk side to side behind the boys,“Basic Hero Training will be next.” Iida tells us, leading the way. Hyping up the green fanboy, “Can you imagine All Might as a teacher? We get to learn so much!”

Humming, the two of you continue to follow them aimlessly, “Can you marry food?” Uraraka-san asks suddenly. As you imagine yourself bathing in a bath of that rice, both boys turn around suddenly as we walk into the classroom, “I don’t think so…” Iida answers seriously.

“If you marry rice and you eat it, would that be a crime of passion?”

“I think it would be.” Midoriya hums, muttering nonsense by my follow up question to Uraraka. Sighing you rest your head on your palms, mouth-watering again at the thought.

“Wow, ( l/n ) are you drooling?”

Suddenly the door slides open, “I am here... coming through the door like a normal person!” an all to familiar voices booms. As he walks in you wipe your lips, gasping at the sight of him; you had never seen him in the flesh before.

“Wow, he really is a teacher.”

“Is that his silver age costume?”

“I’m getting goosebumps, it’s so retro.”

Taking a stance in front of the class he shines his bright smile, “Welcome to the most import class at U.A. High, think of it as Heroics 101. Here you will learn the basics of being a pro,” he tells us.

Moving from behind the desk, “and what it means to fight in the name of good.” he continues. Flexing his body in various ways showing off his iconic costume, “Let’s get into it.”

“Today’s lesson;” holding the card up with the word ‘battle’ , “we will pull no punches.”

Earning various reactions from different students some excited and some nervous at the prospect of combat fighting so soon, “But one of the keys of being a hero is... looking good! These were designed for you based on your quirk registration forms and the request you send in before school started.”

The walls moving our showing all the cases with the student numbers on it. Each holding the suit of their desired request, “Get yourself suited up and meet me at training ground beta.”

Opening your case you gasp at the sight of your utility belt at the top. Shifting your eyes over the case; catching the sight of a card. Reading it over it praises the clear form and details, plus the acknowledgement the DNA method for suit protection, something that was directed to ( b/n ) who thought of everything; taking in account what I wanted.

Putting on your costume for the first time you look at yourself in the mirror. Taking in how your leotard has two dots in the centre. The black combat boots with yellow stitching, the black utility belt with the same yellow details.

Down to your protective glasses and face stickers resembling Hawks as an omache to your current favourite hero; “Need help?” Jirou asks, finishing up her own face make-up while you seem to struggle to put on your stickers, deciding to go with that so they won’t bleed due to sweat or any weather conditions your might encounter.

“Is it that obvious?”

She takes the stickers in her own hands, “The eye stickers are hard,” taking your chin her hand, she tilts it to place the stickers, “it’s like they want you to buy eyeliner instead.”

Humming you try to stand as still as possible for her, “I thought these would be better for when it rains and stuff, so it won’t bleed out all over my cheeks.” you whisper.

“But wouldn’t that be super cool?”

“I guess, but I was going for a Hawks moment.”

“That’s fair.”

Placing the glasses to your nose, she smiled, “The perfect Hawks moment.”

Looking in the mirror you can’t help but smile, your eyes shifting to her through the mirror, “Thank you, Jirou. This is amazing!”

“It was nothing.”

Walking out of the locker room, you walk through the tunnel all you compliment and gushing over each others hero costumes. Not being able to stop; catching a glimpse of Iida you smile, “Wow, Iida your suit is so cool! It looks like that one hero… shit,” snapping your fingers, the name on the tip of your tongue, “I think his name is Ingenium. I could be wrong.”

Looking at the confused expression on his face, you freeze, “Or it’s just an original and has nothing to do with him.” you try, waving your hands in front of you. Nodding first he shakes his head, “Yeah, it’s an omache to the hero.”

“That’s so cool! How did—” feeling a tap on your back, you stop your sentence. Turning your head to the person, “I like your suit.” the boy says.

“Oh, thank you.” glancing down you trail your eyes over his own. Making your brows furrow, “I like you… diaper?” half asking, half saying. Not entirely sure what to think of it, “It is very stylish, right?”

“Sure.”

Now that you are all ready it is time for combat training.” All Might announces. As Iida raises his hand, “Sir, this is the fake city from our entrance exam. Will that mean we will conduct urban battles again?” he asks, noting that the surrounding is the same, something you hadn’t even register yet.

“Not quite,” holding up a peace sign, “I’m going to move you two steps ahead.” it was not a peace sign, “Most of the villain fight you see on the news happen outside. However statistically speaking encounters with the most dastardly evil-doers takes place indoors.”

“Think about it; backroom deals, home invasions, secret underground lairs. Truly intelligent villains stay hidden in the shadows.” he reminds us, “For this training exercises, you will be split into teams of good guys and bad guys. And fight two-on-two indoor battles.”

Making your head tilt at how much guidelines you will get, “Isn’t this a little advanced?” Asui asks, which you are wondering as well.

“The best training is what you get on the battlefield, but remember you can’t just punch a robot this time,” he reminds us. Leaving a moment to let it sink in, “You are dealing with actual people now.” making many questions pop up by various students.

“Sir, will you be deciding who wins?”

“How much can we hurt the other team?”

“Do we need to worry about the losers getting expelled like earlier?”

“Will you be splitting us up by chance or comparative skill?”

“Isn’t this cape cré-chice?”

A strained expression twists into his face, “I wasn’t finished talking.” All Might groans at the sudden rain of questions. When everyone quiets down; he opens a small booklet.

“Listen up,” he starts moving to a page, “The situation is this; the villains have hidden a nuclear missile somewhere in there hide-out. The heroes must try to foil their plans. To do that the good guys either have to catch the evildoers or recover the weapon.”

“Likewise the bad guys if they protect their payload or capture the heroes.” it sounds like a solid battle exercise but shouldn’t we first learn how to actually fight instead of using our imagination.

Holding up a box he tells us that our teams will be decided by the lots, “Isn’t there a better way?”

“Think about it pros often have to team up with heroes from other agencies on the spot. So, maybe that’s the reason why we are seeing that here.” Midoriya tells Iida answering the question for All Might. It made sense, one glance at his suite told you enough; he is an All Might fanboy trough and trough

“Yes, I see. Life is a random series of events.” well, that was depressing.

Bowing to the pro-hero he excuses himself for his rudeness. Making a giggle escape from your lips at his never-fading formal mannerism and the stuff way his suit moved forward.

“You’re funny, Iida-san.” you tell him, regaining composure. While All Might takes it upon himself to pull out the first lots, letting faith decide our teams.

“I wasn’t trying to be funny.”

Team A: Midoriya and Uraraka. Glancing at the first team you hum at the coincidence of being teamed up with someone you already kind of know. What are the odds, right? Well… it’s one in twenty. But what are the odds?

The second team is comprised of Shoji and Todoroki. Shoji-san his quirk is dupli-arms which was easily recognisable, but Todoroki-san his quirk does not seem to be visible. He has a scar but I don’t think that has to do with it.

Minetta and Yaoyorozu are team C. Minetta has a diaper and weird… balls? The sounded gross but he seems nice enough. So does Yaoyorozu.

The next team includes Iida… and Bakugou Glancing at the latter member of a team, you can’t help but let your eyes roam over his form. He looks so much different in his hero suit. And his shoulders, “Damn...” you mumble.

Having his head move, you freeze, eyes widening as you turn around fast. I don't think he heard, maybe he did? He will think I am a total weirdo now. Who the Hell says that… that are things you say in your head! Since when did I go brain dead over a ran-do. All I know is that he screams a lot.

And that he looks good in his hero suit.

“(l/n) and Tokoyami.”

Blinking at the mention of my name I look around to find the boy. Neither of you having formally introduced yourselves yet, “You’re Tokoyami, right?”

A/N: lowkey was thinking— fuck it let’s make this a jirou fic ( but I am already making a rivals-to-lovers jirou fic, so- ) BUT…. TOKOYAMI, TOKOYAMI, TOKOYAMI, EDGE LORD OF THE NIGHT. HE IS SO FUCKING COOL — I CANT EVEN. PARTNER IN CRIME, BITCHES!!!

in the next chapter;

— we will see l/n and her class ( a sprinkle of shouto his old costume )

— and some random class moments and a warning there is some minetta ( but it is to set something up/ to use it in later chapters )

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⤷ cafe kacchan week

SUMMARY → normally he is a simp in private but for a change explosion boy is a softy for his girlfriend in public

PAIRING → bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

GENRE → fluff, drabble

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A/N → a firm believer of bakugou being mean to everyone but being an absolute soft for his s/o, he mostly does not display it in public but he is the biggest fucking simp for his partner

GROUP TEAM-UPS IN CLASS are generally pretty chill. Obviously everyone is giving it their hundred procent but the change of pace that we aren’t in actual danger gives it a relaxing vibe.

Apparently your boyfriend never got that memo; “Dunce face, is it that fucking hard to not be in the way?” Katsuki screams at Kaminari swinging through the air as he catches the blond mid-air and out of the way of Todoroki his ice.

No matter what he always makes sure no one is in danger, faux or not. He will complain, give them mean nicknames, and scream at them but he will always do it; which is pretty admirable.

“Kiri, now!” you call out. Having set up the plan; Sero put his tape up in combination with Mina-chan it was an acid trap in the making. The only problem was Uraraka and Todoroki on the other side. They could ruin the plan in a matter of seconds, but if we keep it up it will pull us to victory.

“Next time will be better.” Mina-chan offers. Rubbing your back as we are now on the bench. The entire plan having fallen apart as the acid slowly ate away at the tape making it snap under the pressure.

“It was my fault, I did not produce it right.” she tells you. As someone — you did not even have to look up to guess who it was — clicks their tongue, “You should learn how to use your quirk. All of you are useless, extras.” Bakugou says.

“( l/n ) her plan didn’t work either!” Kaminari calls out, trying to deflect. Which you understood but it still sucked, “I know.” you mumble, a frown still present on your face.

Looking down, there is a beat of silence before your boyfriend screams again; “I don’t have time for this bullshit!”

Turning to you, he leans down before holding your cheeks in his hands. Cradling it so gently, placing his lips to your forehead, “Except for you, baby. You did great, you are perfect, keep being your cute self.” he whispers placing a kiss on your nose before pecking your lips gently.

Smiling up at him, you give him a peck. Letting his hands fall to your shoulder he turns to the rest of the people the soft expression turning into one of annoyance, “What?” he asks loudly, raising his hand threateningly as they all just stared at him.

“Nothing!” they deny fastly, each of them looking at a diffrent direction not wanting to anger the pomeranian.

BONUS

Sitting at the couches with Mina and Kyoka, you flip through your Hero History book, “Who would have know Bakugou is such a softy.” Mina says for the millionth time since the three of you got seated, gushing at how soft your boyfriend was with you.

Especially when you compare it to the way he acts towards everyone else, “It kind of makes sense, he is mean to everyone but her. Classic tsundere behaviour.” Jirou adds.

“He does reads shoujo on the regular.” you shrug, taking a sip of your drink. Not noticing the stunned look on their face at the new information. Before you know it, they get up padding to the kitchen to find the romance reader, “You read shoujo?” Mina asks loudly for everyone to hear.

He walks right passed them, going straight to his girlfriend, “I told you to not tell anyone...” he says leaning on the opposite couch.

The glare on his face making you know it is time for you to run, “Tsuki, we can figure this out... like adults.” you say, holding your hands up as you get up from the floor.

“I think you should run.” moving his fingers as a grin comes to his face, “Would you judge me if I ran?” you ask, “Definitely.”

Humming you make a break for it anyway, everything better than being tickled until submission by your explosive boyfriend. He knows no mercy;

“Beg for mercy!”

Not being able to stop the laughter to burst passed your lips, you shake your head. Trying to make him stop without admitting defeat, “Never.” you giggle.

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⤷ cafe kacchan week

SUMMARY → when the bakusquad ‘challenges’ bakugou by simply stating that no one would date him; he knows he can’t get a girlfriend in one afternoon so he asks the only girl he knows to be his fake girlfriend for the day. easy right?

PAIRING → bakugou katsuki x fem!reader

GENRE → fluff, romance ( childhood friends/fake-dating )

A/N → happy birthday to our boom-boom-bitch ( unedited / not proof-read )

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“MAN WITH A PERSONALITY like that you are never getting a girlfriend.” Kaminari says boldly yet again reminding the ash blond of his stinking pile of trash fire personality showing off he has no fear of death.

As Jirou raise a brow onto him, “You don’t have a girlfriend either.” she reminds him, “He doesn’t— but he can.” Kirishima tries a shallow attempt at helping the boy, “Very bold of you to assume anyone wants to date him.” Jirou rebuts, twisting her earplug around her finger.

“Since when was it the dunk on Denki club? We were talking about Kacchan, have you ever seen him with a girl?”

Causing them to hum and discuss between themselves; trying to think of a time he has been consistently been nice to a girl whom he has been around long enough to be dating. Completely not ignoring him and in the process annoying the shit out of him.

“I have a girl friend and she likes me exactly the way I am.” he announces to the group. Making them look sceptically among themselves not quite sure what to say, “Then invite her.” Sero challenges.

“I will.”

“Can you believe them, they think I can never have a girlfriend?” he asks. Shrugging you take another mouth full, vacuuming the bowl of ramen into your stomach, “I don’t know, I’m pretty sure I’m the only childhood friend you have left.”

“That doesn’t mean shit, dumbass!”

Looking up he is staring daggers at his bowl, “Yeah, well… Most girls don’t like you screaming at them, or calling them bad names.” you tell him, sipping your water.

“Whatever.”

Having the waiter replace your bowl with ramen with new ones, you watch her place a hambuger down. Which you always down for as you glance between it and the blond he slides it closer to you, smiling softly.

“You never let me have this,” you say. Narrowing your eyes as you make your voice deeper, “you will die of if you keep eating this shit, ( y/n ).” mimicking the boy, “and now you are actively giving this…” you say suspiciously.

“Just eat it.”

Humming you take a bite of your hambuger, “That can only mean you want something.” you say with your mouth full. Cringing his nose he ignores it for the sake to continue his story, “I told them that I have a girl friend.” Katsuki starts.

Making you hum, “The imaginary space bar trick.” you tease, taking a sip of your drink.

“And we are going to this ramen shop on Saturday.” he says, ignoring my statement completely. Raising a brow at what he’s insinuating, “That’s tomorrow.” you say, playing dumb.

“I know.”

“You don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Connect the dots, shitty women.”

Rolling your eyes, “I know what your asking; I just want you to say it.” you tell him. Making the blond groan as he hangs his head back, “Fine,” sighing dramatically, like it is the worst inconvenience for him to ask.

Mumbling something along the lines of wanting you to do this for him which you honestly half-heard but you wanted to fully hear it, “I can’t hear you.” you tease.

“Will you be my fake girlfriend?” he sighs.

Moving along the table, you hug him thightly, “Ahw, Katsuki, I thought you would never ask.” rubbing your cheek against his teasingly, “Yeah, yeah.” he mumbles annoyed, yet not pushing you off.

Pulling away you hold a finger up, “One thing tho.” you say, your face as serious as you can muster — which is not very serous — “What now?” he sighs.

“You pay for today and for me tomorrow.”

“I pay for you all the time.”

Tilting your head you think back to all the times you hadn’t spend a penny as you ate anyway. Not even realising it, “I guess you do. Never really realise that.” you hum. Shrugging it off, you smile at him, “Can’t wait to meet them.”

“They aren’t that great.” he denies. Raising a brow you try to repress your smile, “They truly are heroes if they are dealing with you.” you say. Making him glare at you, “Shut up—”

“Do I need me to do anything special?” you cut off, not wanting to be kicked out and banned of yet another restaurant. Sighing, he shakes his head, “No, not really. Just be yourself… but like my girlfriend.” taking a bite of food.

Humming you nod, finishing your hambuger off, “That doesn’t sound too hard.” you mumble, washing it down with some water. Glancing back at him as he stayed silent, he looks at you with an odd expression, “What?” you ask confused.

“You make it sound weird.” he tells you, eating his food as he does. Not understand it, you shrug,“I know you very well.”

“Just be on time.”

STANDING IN FRONT OF the restaurant the Bakusquad waits for the seemingly imaginary girlfriend, “She is coming.” he repeats when he sees the look on their face.

“Dude, you can just be honest.”

“I’m not lying!”

Finally spotting the spikey blond hair from afar, you run. Cursing yourself for missing your train. You tried to do it all right, just to be a good fake girlfriend for him, you didn’t even know why you tried so hard.

Sighing relieved that he was still alone, you hug his arm like always, “I’m so sorry for being late, Kacchan. I wanted a drink for on the train but then this older lady from the grocery store, you know the one. She kept going on and on and I couldn’t get her to stop—” you rant.

A small smile tucks up his lips at your ramble, “It’s fine.” he reassures, putting his hands in his pockets, “Are you Bakugous girlfriend?”

You freeze at the sudden extra voice. Turning to the voice you spot; a pink girl, a red-haired guy, a yellow-haired guy, a girl with earphones, and a guy with tape elbows.

Blinking at the group, nodding slowly, “Ashido… right?” you ask, suddenly feeling a lot more nervous. Making you subconsciously holding his arm closer to your chest.

Nodding at your answer, she tilts her head, “Katsuki has told me loads about you. All of you; it is hard to get actual names, tho.”

“I’m dunce face.” The yellow-haired boy says. Making the girl with purple hair roll her eyes, you're pretty sure her name is Jirou, he talks nicely about her, “His name is Kaminari, I’m Jirou.” the girl introduces.

“I’m Kirishima.”

“Sero Hanta.”

Nodding you try to not forget their names, “I’m ( l/n ) ( y/n ).” you tell them, “Are we going to stay outside or eat?” Katsuki asks.

Walking to the room, all of you wait outside to decide who is going to sit where before you move into the room. Letting them discuss where they want to sit and taking the seat that is left, “She should have the corner seat.” Jirou says breaking the discussion up.

“I want the corner seat.” Kaminari-kun cried out, “I never get the corner seat.” he pouts,

“You can have the corner seat.” you reassure. As Ashido takes your shoulders, “No, no, she is the bakusquad guest. She should have the good spot.” she tells you.

Making Katsuki take you into his arms, “We are not the bakusquad.” he grumbles, “Yes, we are.” Kirishima says, “No, we are not.” he denies, placing you into the seat she let you to anyway. Making the pinkette smile cheekily, “Which school do you go to?” Sero-run asks.

“You should not interrogate her right away!” Ashido whisper-shouts, which is very obvious as she sits in front of you, “It is okay, I go to Seiai. Nothing like U.A.” you tell Sero.

“For support items?” Jirou asks. Making you nod, as you take a sip of your drink, “She designed mine.” Bakugou says for you, “But they all needed to be “for killing’.” you add. Mocking his choice of wording; as even his knee pats needed to be ‘for killing’.

Humming, he sets his tea down, “She is just deflecting because she ‘forgot’ about the shirt.” he says unconvincingly, making it very much so seem like you did it on purpose.

“That was an accident.”

Making him snore, holding his hands up, “Yeah, right an ‘accident’ I’m pretty sure you just did it because you are a perv.” he says in air-quotes, “Am not!” you defend, not being able to stop laughing at the girl on his face.

“Uh-huh, say that to the top you didn’t make.”

“Why did you dating this guy?”

Katsuki his glare, “Want to die today, Racoon-eyes?” he asks her, letting small explosions sound from his hands. Which did not even make her blink.

Pulling his hand down, you smile at the girl, “I know Katsuki can be an asshole, and he is.” you start, “Hey—” he stays, “But, he is actually a really nice guy. He won’t tell you he cares about you all the time, but he will push you to be your best self.” you start

A small smile tucks up your lips as you recall the memory, “I remember when I was young and everyone told me I should be a hero and that was the last thing I wanted to be. And one day in the park I was with this idiot—” poking his cheek, he just watch you carefully, “And he told me about All Might his suit, how cool it was. And the person who made it must have been super smart. Smart like me.”

“I don’t think he even remembers that day, but that made me realise that even though I don’t want to be a hero it doesn’t mean I can’t be useful.” you say softly, feeling kind of dumb for caring so much about what he said when you were kids.

If you had looked at his face at that moment and the soft expression he held. You wouldn’t have felt that way at all, “When I told him I wanted to do something in support he was my biggest supporter.” you chuckle, “Always letting me test my inventions out on him. Never getting seriously angry when he got hurt. Letting me design his suit by just telling me the general vibes he wanted and trusting me to know what he wants.”

“His love language is trust, food, and… I think it’s acts of service.”

Making your brows furrow together at the strangely warm feeling flushing to your body due to you having been caught rambling about your friend so long, “I’m sorry, I have been rambling. What was the question again?”

Looking over their faces, all of his friends look so softly at your statement, “That was so manly.” Kirishima-kun mumbles, holding his fist up. As the rest nods, “That was so cute! You love him so much it is so obvious!” Ashido tells you, rubbing her eyes.

“Yeah, I… I do.” you mumble, shifting your eyes over your fingers before they land on him. The soft look in his eyes reassuring you.

Letting the words sink in, they stayed silent making you a little nervous, “Childhood friends to lovers. I am so jealous!” Kaminari-kun cries out, “How long have you guys been going out?”

“Uh—” we looked at each other. Not having thought about that or discussed it, “6 months.” we say in unison. Making them nod, “We went to middle school together.” he adds, which had nothing to do with it but if it makes it seem more real, it makes sense.

Getting your food, it all went well. You heard more things about Katsuki; mostly stories that you had heard from his perspective that came off really different from theirs. How he always says he is just going ‘out’ on Friday when he is meeting you, but did tell Kirishima he is having lunch with someone but that someone was always a mystery… until now.

Pulling you away from Katsuki. Ashido pulls you into a hug with Jirou, “It was so nice to meet you two,” you tell the two. Making them smile along with you, “We need to hang out.” Ashido tells you.

Nodding at her request, “And I will send you the playlist when I make it. I will be starting tonight.” Jirou adds, “On Line?” Kaminari asks, coming into the conversation, “You can’t have her Line ID, weirdo. Baku-bro will blow you up.” Sero-kun says pulling him away.

Making you chuckle as his face pales at the thought. Glancing at the blond he is nodding as Kirishima-kun is adamantly telling him something. His face naturally soft instead of the frown he makes so often.

Glancing back at the girls, you smile, “Can’t wait. For the playlist and the hangout.” you say, “We will figure something out soon.” Jirou reassures.

“( y/n ).”

Looking up, he nudges his head to the train. The number stating that it is yours, “Don’t forget about us.” Kaminari mumbles, making Jirou roll her eyes.

“I won’t.” you reassure.

Stepping into the train, you take the seat next to Kacchan. The train moving in a matter of seconds. The train cart almost empty. It was quiet, but it wasn’t awkward. It was comfortable as you listen together to the silence. Leaning your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes for a moment, “Tired?”

Nodding against him, you hum, “I will wake you when we are almost there.” he whispers. Relaxing into his warmth, you trust that he will keep you safe as your body shakes with the movements of the train.

But the warmth of the train did not last forever, stepping outside the cold temperature hits you in the face, making goosebumps appear all over. Wincing you want to curse at yourself for the second time today. At not thinking about everything before you left; first not with the drink, and now the jacket. Something you didn’t even realise until now.

Feeling warmth take over you, you look up. Seeing his coat on your shoulder, “No, you will—” you deny, “Just take it.” he grumbles, starting to walk before you continue to deny it.

He eventually slowed down and let you catch up to him. It made you smile, as you teasingly nudge his side which he ignores but the red tips of his ears could not, “Are you blushing?”

“No, it is cold, Shitty Woman.”

“How are you flushing but don’t have any goosebumps.”

“Since when are you a skin doctor?”

Arriving at your house, you grin at him, “Since I am analysing you, Katsuki. Seems like you are a lot nicer than you want people to think.”

“I’m not.” he denies. After it ends, you are not quite sure what you should do now. It was quiet for a moment before you pull him into a hug. Sighing relieved as he wraps his arms around your waist, “Uh, thanks, for today.” he tells you softly.

Rubbing your cheek on to his shoulder, we held each other for a little longer, “That’s what friends are for… Right?” you ask softly, not quite sure if you want him to agree with you or not.

“Right.”

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⤷ cafe kacchan week

SUMMARY → sometimes — your friend — bakugou can be a total softy

PAIRING → bakugou katsuki x gn!reader

GENRE → fluff, drabble

MASTERLIST → if you want to read other works of mine

“HERE.” BAKUGOU SAYS HOLDING up a plastic bag infront of you. Making your brows furrow, what are you suppose to do with it; “Are you going to take it or what?”

Taking it from his hand, you raise a brow at him as he just nudges his head to the bag making you even more confused.

“If you don’t want it, then I will just take it back!” he snaps, making you roll your eyes, you open the bag, spotting many of your favourite snacks.

Specifically the ones you talked about at lunch today — having wanted these for film night, but not being able to get them having promised to sit down with Midoriya-kun to look over the notes he has for your quirk — and now it was right here infront of you anyway.

“That’s so sweet!” you gasp, looking up at the blond. Not being able to quite place how it made you feel that he did all this for you.

Making his face twist into a snarl, “No one calls me—!” he starts to before he stops turning his face away, “I am a little sweet, I guess.” he mumbles instead.

Jump on him, you wrap your arms around his shoulders, “Yes, you are.” pulling away, you hold your hip out for him. Waiting for it to be bumped by him, “Come on, bestie.” you tease, nudging against his hip.

Groaning he does it, making you smile even brighter, “Tell anyone and I will deny it.” hushing him, you start walking to the common room, bag of snacks in hand.

“Don’t worry, it will be our special besties secret.” you wink.

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SUMMARY → telling someone about your sexuality is always scary. telling your boyfriend isn’t any diffrent.

PAIRING → bakugou katsuki x asexual!reader

GENRE → fluff

A/N → i am back bitches... and i don’t want to hear that i am ‘acting diffrent’ PLS TELL ME U UNDERSTAND! if not it’ll be so awkward — this is a little short but i am wrapping up the long fics & smut ( akaashi, kirishima and kita are first on the list ) and i wanted to post something

anyways, happy pride to everyone who is still in the closet, out of it, and in-between. you are valid and you are loved.

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WATCHING HIM SIT ON your bed suddenly it feels a lot more real and a whole lot scarier. Maybe you should have just baked a cake with the colors of the flag, or given him a shoujo with a protagonist who identifies like you. Or you could just but it out… wait, what?

“I am asexual."

In a matter of a second red eyes connect with yours, “Okay." he says calmly, blink sheepishly at your sudden outburst. Standing up from you seat at the desk to start pacing around the room, “I am not saying this because I don't want to have sex with you. I don't want to have sex with you. But it's not because of you, it's because of me." you add on, a little panicked at his calming expression.

Closing his manga to fully give you the attention this topic deserves, his head tilts, “Why are you crying?" he asks. Raising your fingertips to your cheek, they are indeed wet. Something you didn’t even realises, “I don't know." you whisper, letting your hand fall to your side.

Standing up from his seating positions, he pulls you with him to sit on the bed. Letting you take a breath, he rubs circles into your hand, “Don’t people usually do this in like a grand gesture or a cake at least." he says.

Making you chuckle at the sudden statement, “You don't like cakes." you whisper, leaning your head to his chest. Humming, he nods, “I know, but I would have eaten it if it had a flag in it."

Lifting your head up, he cups your cheeks. Gently whiping them clean with the back of his thumbs, “Hey, I know... I know that I'm mean to you sometimes." he says. Making you nod, “But I like you a lot and that is not going to change."

A small smiles tucks up your lips at the softness, “You are all sappy now." you giggle. Making him roll his eyes as he looks away, “Shut up, I'm trying to be nice.” your boyfriend grumbles.

Wrapping your arms around him, you rest your head on his shoulder, “Thank you, dumbass."

“Don't call me dumbass, dumbass." he whispers back. Holding on to him, he rubs your back, “…Can we still have a cake?" he whispers. Nodding, you can’t help but smile at how well it went, “Sure.”

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𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂.

ಌ including : k. bakugou x fem!reader

ಌ genre: fluff

summary: katsuki hears your singing voice for the first time..

(lets pretend y/n sung this): UTAtoHIBIKI by: hiroyuki sawano

Minutes earlier you had texted katsuki you would be free for a movie date night, that thought must've slipped your mind wile the steam of the shower filled your bathroom. Not hearing the keys rattling in your apartments door, just singing your heart away in the shower. Not even hearing katsu call out for you, the hot water of the shower somehow soothed aches all over your body.

You hummed in content the suds of soap running down your body as you finished up, your singing filling the walls of the bathroom as you turned off the nozzel of the shower. Leaving katsuki to follow the sound of your voice, leading him to your shut bathroom door. It was as if it was a siren pulling him into the depths of the ocean, he followed without any hesitance in his steps. Then he just waited by your door for you to come out, not wanting to disturb your concert he just sat in silence listening to your silky voice fill his ears.

Soon after you stepped out of the bathroom, wearing one of his shirts. Still humming the same tune to the song you were singing, not even noticing Katsuki until your cat went behind you to curl its tail around the blonde's legs. "Oh I'm sorry kats, I wasn't in there long was I?" He shook his head before asking, "Who the hell taught you to sing like that?" You giggled in embarrassment, "I uhm, I've always was able to sing like that. I guess I just never really did." You explained, before feeling katsuki grab your hand and pull you into your bedroom. "H-hey Kats? I thought we were watching the movie in the living room-" "Change of plans, besides I just want your touch right now." He stated, mumbling the last bit.

He let you settle into bed before, resting his head on your thighs. A light blush coating his cheeks, you smiled softly at his actions running your hand through his hair. The other cupping his cheek, "You shoulda told me you could sing that well dork." He mumbled, "Well I mean I didn't think you'd be interested.." You explainned trailing off, people in passing have told you your voice is nice, however it would do you and everyone some good to shut up.

You never told katsuki about this since you didn't like concerning him with personal problems, but he always did figure them out eventually. Looking up at you, he saw the pain swirling in your pupils. "Hey, listen I don't give two fucks about people think of your voice. You shouldn't ether they can fuck right off for all I care, but don't let those extras get to you. Okay?" You nodded with a soft smile, blushing as you felt him kiss the inside of your palm. You loved how katsuki took his time with you, always making sure you didn't go a day without him actively showing his love for you. Moments like these made you so happy that you enrolled at UA. "

Now what was that song you were singing in there?"

KIND HEARTS — k. bakugo

𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐅. Using isolation, you seek to escape a miserable and painful past. However, you meet somebody who might be able to help you cope.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. bear shifter!bakugo x witch!reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. the reader is referred to as a witch so female reader, trauma, PTSD, comfort, angst, fluff, the reader is a bit awkward and forward but nonetheless a fucking badass, "smelly lemons" or any other strange named fruit/vegetable mentioned is make-believe, POC friendly, magic au, witch au, 1500s au, enemies to lovers

THE MAN-MADE MAN — BEGINNING (word count: 1k+)

INSTINCTS — MIDDLE

SURVIVAL — END

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 (open):

@the-witches-you-couldnt-burn , @osiris1rhi , @skbakusimp, @smashboxgirl26 , @bakucuddles , @esloao , @r-royce , @1234ilikecowsthanyoumore , @izhetttttt , @atsushiki , @gonnafyourmom24-7

𝐓𝐀𝐆:

𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗗 𝗛𝗘♡𝗥𝗧𝗦.𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀

KIND HEARTS — k. bakugo (1k+ words)

𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐅. Using isolation, you seek to escape a miserable and painful past. However, you meet somebody who might be able to help you cope.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. bear shifter!bakugo x witch!reader

THE MAN-MADE MAN -> INSTINCTS -> SURVIVAL

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 (open):

@the-witches-you-couldnt-burn , @osiris1rhi , @skbakusimp , @smashboxgirl26 , @bakucuddles , @esloao , @r-royce , @1234ilikecowsthanyoumore , @izhetttttt , @atsushiki, @gonnafyourmom24-7

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Winter was your favorite season. It's not as popular with others because for them, it's a sign of disease and devastation, whereas, for you, it's a sign of secrecy. You also love silent. Due to the harsh weather during this time, visitors are few because they stay away, leaving you alone until the spring arrives. Of course, you don't allow that to take place.

At least, that's how you perceived it.

As part of your daily routines, you searched for smelly lemons, shimmer peaches, serimansi, and other one-of-a-kind fruits...

...and the next thing you know, you're studying the blurred footprints that marred the eight-inch veil of the December bed, ruining the perfect, clean appearance. The majority of them were similar to yours but much bigger and wider, and the other, smaller distinctive couple; you shortly recognized as paws. Men and men's best friends.

In front of them, there was a track with much bigger footprints, ones you couldn't recognize since the men's shoes combined with them.

Moreover, blood had dyed the snow crimson red. A great deal of blood, actually.

"Okay," you whispered to yourself. Almost unnerving is the sight.

The blood trail eventually led you to the camp where they were hiding. Towards the end of the bloodshed, a fur tent appears, and you prepare yourself to attack. Despite this, when you fling it's flimsy doors open, there was only a large patch of blood in the middle, with no signs of human life and a heck-ton of blotted bandages. With no need to stay longer, you exited.

"Okay," you think to yourself, ignoring the other footpath that trailed off behind you, "they were presumably hunting and one of their comrades might have been in—"

Your heart lunges into your throat as you hear a loud, nasty roar that you immediately identify as that of a bear. In a minute of stillness, you whip around again, anticipating finding an agitated and ravenous bear behind you, but you're met with your own swirling winter wonderland in its place.

A second one passes by and your eyes fixate on a bush farther away from the campsite.

Strenuous huffing led you to a bush of early dragon oranges. As you gently parted its snow-draped branches, you discovered a badly wounded animal lying upon the delicate snow, which had begun to blush and deteriorate the longer it was left exposed.

You knelt and deposited your basket of unusual fruits onto the crunchy snow, greeting the dying beast with cold coos that nearly bordered aloofness; "oh you poor thing."

By brushing your hand across its damp, tawny brown coat that was salted with snowflakes, you caressed the bear's more bloodless side while he grunted at you, reasonably bothered by your presence.

"You're a long way from home, aren't you?" you questioned, even though you didn't expect an answer. The debilitated creature could do nothing more than grunt and huff from the discomfort and compile snowflakes on his back.

The bear was a grizzly, and it was quite large for its species. Bears, nonetheless the militant varieties, rarely visited your woods —in fact, nobody ever has— but the actuality that such an aggressive bear was plugged with arrows is indicative that he brought the guests from the outside.

You nudged on the nearest arrow to you which prompted a pained growl from the grizzly. You droved your fingers over the craved craters of its narrow post and nodded the turkey feather laced with twine for its end. Wouwodo men, one of the worst.

Due to your mistrust of people, and theirs of you, you carved out your own corner of the world that lay far off of people's maps. Only the critters that could withstand such endless, extreme weather, and pretty much anything that didn't have a voice to cry "witch" was allowed to loiter around.

"We found it's track! It's over here!"

Or just a voice in general.

You jumped upon hearing the familiar echoes of Elkhounds barking and men crying out to their comrades as you stood up.

Despite knowing they were only there for the bear, it was impossible not to think they were here for you as well; that they had returned to put you on a stake and set you ablaze after all these years.

Plus, you didn't like the impression of your peace expiring.

You couldn't allow that to happen— you wouldn't allow that to happen.

You busy yourself by working on dissecting the smelly lemon seeds and grinding down other herbs you've collected using your mortar and pestle when a loud groan comes from behind you.

"Good afternoon, sleepyhead. You've been sleeping since morning," you say, casually, "though, you should've been sleeping all winter since, you know, you're a bear—"

"—What the hell...?"

"And that would've been better since you've caused me a lot of trouble—"

"Who the fuck are... Where..."

"—But since I felt bad for you and I'm a good person, I nursed you back together."

"I—"

Turning around to face the man who was filled with numerous emotions, too many emotions for your liking, you stated, "I'm sorry if you don't like being a little less hairless for a while, but I found it easier to perform the procedure if I transformed yourself into a human. You had a lot of toxic arrows in you, I'm surprised you even held up for that long."

In the deafening silence, he stared back at you with confusion and perhaps some irritation on his handsome face. Although he was a grizzly bear, his hair was quite blonde and spiky. He was naked, yes, but you wrapped him in a blanket and bandaged his body when he rested on your small couch. His feet dangled over your 170 cm sofa, which gave you the impression that he was much taller than 5 ft.

"By the way, this wasn't a free service," you say in a matter-of-factly tone. "I've decided you should be charged for your medical care and the fact that you trespassed on my private property. I would not have done that if you had stayed a bear and hadn't brought the Vikings with you."

A hush falls upon both of you.

"Any questions? You've seemed to had a lot earlier."

The man, still stupefied, asks, "how the hell am I talking?"

As you stand up and place your collection in your cupboard for safekeeping, you explain, "You're really just talking in bear tongue, but I've got it translated so it comes out naturally for me. Anyways, That's it. Since you interrupted my tasks—"

"Wait, hold on!" He shouts, sitting up straight and tense, "who are you? Where am I? Why am I like this— transform me back! What makes you think I'm gonna— gonna... " He breathes, then shallows before sighing when you look at him imperturbably. "What's happening?"

Sighing, you replied, "I saved you from being worn as a coat, okay? And so in return for all I've done for you, I expect you to help keep the house clean. You should show me more gratitude."

With just a click made by the friction between your thumb and middle finger, your extended wool shawl drifts towards you and wraps itself around your shoulders, "I've always wished to see what I'd look like in a bear cloak, so follow my instructions and neither of us will have to find out."

This time, he glares at you, "when do I get to leave?"

The next moment, you grabbed your basket from your table and said, "As soon as I say," and with a flick of your wrist, great winds invaded your chimney, flushing out the black fume of chard wood and swept you away.

━the god fraud━☂☄

☄. *. ⋆ and so it was, in the soldier's death, he found a love, that took his breath. he passed away, with a smile serene, for he knew his love, would always be

☄. *. ⋆ mortal warrior!k.bakugou x goddess of death!reader, death/happy end, comfort, fluff, greek mythology au

THIS MAN IS A FRAUD.

A god fraud.

It was a source of laughter for your blessed companions,

"The number of lives he has taken exceeds yours, Y/N." Kaminari, the God of mischief laughed like he had done to the local when he turned his wife into a donkey. "Perhaps you should consider retiring."

Which you did not. Even though you were put on hold by a rage-fueled mortal wielding a generational sword, you still had the inviolable responsibility of guiding the soldiers' souls he'd released into Aizawa's lair.

Besides, all mortals must die regardless of the circumstances. His death is inevitable as the ones he lay on the ground.

So you'll lend him the role of cessation for a while, like a father lending a sharpened sword to his son and instilling the belief that he is an indomitable warrior. You'll let him believe that he is unmatched and immortal forever.

But when that time comes, when that boy finally pokes his eye out with that sword, you'll be there to re-establish your role as death and steal Bakugou Katsuki's final breath.

KNOWN AS A MAN WHO accusingly took more lives than the goddess of death herself, Katsuki has both chased and retreated from the cold grip of death.

With every throat he slit, a chest he punctured, an arm he separated from its host, he delivers his promise to kill for the one that he loves and his people worship.

Which, for the unfortunate case of a mortal like himself, is you.

Death.

He's attracted death.

And death is attracted to him.

Everywhere he travels, there's death. He brings death for death to see death.

Because you are a vision of serene tranquility and peacefulness. You have a calming presence that eases the pain and suffering of those around you.

Your eyes are deep and dark, yet warm and compassionate. Your skin is smooth and flawless, as if untouched by the harsh realities of life.

You are dressed in a gown of black silk that shimmers in the moonlight, and your movements are graceful and fluid as if you were dancing to the silent melody of groaning men inching on the threshold of death.

And as you approach, goners can sense a gentle breeze, carrying the fragrance of roses and lilies.

But Katsuki smells the faint scent of those roses and lilies from a safe distance as he watches you beckon with a gentle hand to invite those who are ready to leave the world and join you in the afterlife.

Because just like any mortal who fears the unknown, Katsuki is afraid of dying.

Which is quite strange for a man who indulges in the death of others.

But it's human to wonder if he'll be treated the same (or even better) as the bodies that lay around him- if he'll be touched with hands as cold as the heart of a blizzard or hands warm like sand in the morning dew.

So for now, he'll patiently be impatient as he gets the sweet rift of roses and lilies from far away.

THERE COMES A DAY THAT everybody looks forward to.

It might be the delivery of new life.

It might be a day when you and a significant other celebrate accomplishments.

Or it might be a holiday.

And fortunately for Katsuki's rivals, that day has come.

The delivery of death.

His death.

A death that's taken rain check after rain check...

Until now.

Katsuki is laid on his back, the sword still punctuated in his loyal heart that works even on its deathbed to provide blood for the rest of his body, blood that'll never reach its desired place and instead dye the grass red below him.

He probably has thirty seconds left in him.

Anybody would've died the second the sword entered their chest, but because katsuki was strong and careful of what to eat, he lasted longer.

Painfully longer.

But Katsuki gratefully uses twenty-two seconds to reflect on his life.

He was a good man, Katsuki pulls himself to finally agree, wasting twelve seconds of the precious time he has left, he killed to protect.

Katsuki was at least glad he was left in a position where he could see the night sky. He had heard that the star, a star his people named Evënus, shined brighter than the others on the day of his birth.

And while he didn't get the chance to witness it, he sees it now, shining brighter than the others near the constellation Scorpius.

He spends two more seconds just staring at Evënus.

Will your hands be warm? He wonders for just a second.

He then feels his head being elevated and placed on a soft and comfortable surface.

Then, those eyes, deep and dark, yet warm and compassionate, that he had come to both love and fear, blocked his view from the sky.

He was now knocking on death's door.

Or, just laying on death's thighs, scented as if they were just running threw a rose and lily field.

Without thinking (his brain may be draining out of blood), he opens his mouth,

"Goddess, before I go, I want ta' confess something to you. I love you. I have came to accept death, 'cause I knew that in your embrace, I would find eternal peace and love."

26.

You reply, your fingers swimming in the blonde tufts of his hair, feeding onto his forever slumber,

"warrior, your words are kind, but you mistake the nature of my embrace. I do not offer love or peace to those who come to me. I offer only the end of life, the release from pain and suffering, and the return to the cycle of existence. Death is not something to be loved or feared, but simply accepted as a natural part of life."

27.

Katsuki nuzzles into your touch, his words becoming limited, "'m love you."

28.

You reply, a smile gracing you lips- gracing him,

"Your words are sweet, warrior, but they are also a distraction from the truth. Death is not a lover or a friend, but a force of nature, like the wind or the rain. It comes when it must, and it takes what it will. You cannot bargain with-"

29.

Katsuki repeats, cutting you off. You fill his head with so many words, but he comes out with three that share one syllable, "'m love you."

30.

"Your love is a gift, warrior, but it is also a burden. Do not cling to it too tightly, or it will become a weight that drags you down into darkness. Remember that death is not an end, but a transition."

You wait for a response, and after a few seconds and his eyes shut close, you think that he'd already kicked the bucket.

But his final breath brushes against your bare tights, "'m love you."

A few instances pass by and you determine Bakugou Katsuki, your imposer, and admirer has finally passed. All you had to do now is snap the strings that tether his soul to his body.

But first, you kiss his forehead, the niche of bare skin between his eyebrow.

Then, a foggy outline of Katsuki, dressed the same way he died, sits up from your tights as if he was just getting out of bed.

You revealed a hand to him as you got up.

"Don't be afraid. I'll help you cross the barrier."

You've helped Katsuki cross the barrier dozens of lifetimes. You don't think he's afraid anymore because while living Katsuki doesn't remember, his soul remembers you, and all the encounters you've made in his past life.

And though you tell him to give up, chase someone who he can grow old or die with him, he remains persistent.

He wraps his hand around yours, but not before he plants a kiss on top of it.

And you've grown to anticipate his next encounter.

You press a kiss into his cheek,

"we'll meet again Katsuki, I'll be waiting."

TWELVE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-FOUR YEARS LATER, Katsuki still can't get off the thrill of being close to death, which is why he became a perfect pro-hero.

Somehow, he feels more connected to being close to death than experiencing the lifts of being alive.

It's as if someone is waiting for him on the other side,

And he is too.