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Hello not sure if request are open but wondering if request idea based of the manga /anime base on chapters 365 like you know how bakugou is currently severely injured in manga/anime so I was wondering instead of bakugou almost dying it’s the reader who takes all the hits and blows for him when fighting shigaraki crushing reader arm maybe taking huge blow in the chest to protect bakugou as reader sacrifice herself as Edgeshot trying help reader maybe bakugou in stay shock etc aslo can ending be angst fluff I hope this makes sense if you have any questions please fill free to dm me :)

Hi! Your idea is fantastic, and I’m excited to work on it. You’re the first to suggest this, so I’ll definitely be doing this!! Thanks for the inspiration!!🫶🏻

I’ll probably be posting it by next week, if I get to finish it early.

For you, I Fight

Plot: YN protects injured Bakugou. Fueled by memories, Bakugou fights back and vows to keep YN safe.

A/N: this is a request from @supernerdycookietrashblrr (req). I’m sorry if this story didn’t meet your expectations, but I did my best to deliver your request, I hope you enjoy this though!!

The battlefield was a mess. Smoke and debris filled the air as Shigaraki’s attacks tore everything apart. Bakugou Katsuki lay injured and barely conscious. His usual fiery spirit was overshadowed by pain, his body a broken mess.

Amid the chaos, YN stood between Shigaraki and Bakugou, taking every hit meant for him. They shielded Bakugou with their own body, taking the brunt of the attacks.

“Stay down, Bakugou!” YN yelled, their voice strained but firm. “I’m not letting him get to you!”

Bakugou’s eyes, normally so full of fire, were wide with fear. He wanted to move, to fight back, but his body wouldn’t listen. Every time YN took a blow, it felt like it was breaking him more inside.

When Shigaraki landed a massive hit, YN’s arm snapped. Pain shot through them, but they didn’t stop. They stayed on their feet, protecting Bakugou despite their injuries.

Edgeshot, a hero known for his precision, made his way through the chaos to YN. His eyes widened with concern. He quickly used his quirk to stabilize YN’s worst injuries.

As Edgeshot worked, Bakugou struggled to pull himself together. Seeing YN’s battered form lit a fire in him. He was angry and scared, but most of all, he was determined. He had to fight back for the person who was risking everything for him.

“Don’t you dare… don’t you dare leave me!” Bakugou shouted, his voice cracking. He launched himself at Shigaraki with all his remaining strength. Each explosion was fueled by his worry and gratitude.

Edgeshot glanced up. “You focus on him. I’ll take care of YN”

Bakugou, now focused, threw himself into the fight. His attacks were wild, driven by a mix of anger and a desperate need to protect. Shigaraki, surprised by Bakugou’s fierce attacks, was pushed back.

As Bakugou fought, flashes of memories ran through his mind. He remembered the quiet moments with YN, their laughter, and the way they would hold each other close. He saw them walking hand in hand, smiling at each other, and how happy they were together before this battle began.

In one flashback, he remembered YN’s soft smile as they had shared a peaceful moment, away from all the chaos. Another memory was of them laughing together, enjoying a simple evening. Those moments seemed so distant now, but they gave Bakugou strength to keep going.

Finally, Shigaraki was forced to retreat. Bakugou hurried back to YN’s side. He found them still in critical condition, but Edgeshot had managed to stabilize them. Bakugou knelt beside YN, his face full of worry.

“YN… you better not leave me,” Bakugou said, his voice breaking. “I need you. I don’t know how to do this without you.”

YN, barely conscious, reached out and took Bakugou’s hand. “I’m here… I’m not going anywhere.”

Tears filled Bakugou’s eyes as he held Y/N’s hand tightly. “I’m sorry. For everything. I promise I’ll keep you safe.”

In the midst of the battle’s aftermath, Bakugou held YN close, his usual bravado replaced by a deep sense of gratitude and fear. The fight was over, but in that quiet moment, the bond between them was stronger than ever.

Anti-Hero

Plot: Bakugou teams up with the mysterious Anti-Hero, Akimetsu, to fight All For One.

P.S: Akimetsu is still YN

A/N: This story is inspired by a tiktok video that I saw, I don’t really use c.ai so I decided to make a story about it, sorry if this story is not the best, I just did this story for my own satisfaction cause I want it to be a story. but since I did it why not post it here on tumblr, the real owner of the idea is feeding.your.delu8 it’s on tiktok. That’s all enjoy reading!!

The rain poured heavily, drenching the city in darkness. Lightning flashed across the sky, followed by the deep rumble of thunder. Inside UA High, Bakugou, Izuku, and Shoto stood in Aizawa's office. The room was dimly lit, shadows flickering as the storm raged outside. The atmosphere was tense as they discussed their latest mission: finding a recruit to help them in the final battle against All For One and the League of Villains. They couldn't afford to fail—humanity's survival depended on it.

Aizawa, sitting behind his desk, looked serious. His elbows rested on the table, fingers intertwined as he leaned forward.

"I found a potential recruit. But it will be risky," Aizawa began, immediately catching the trio's attention.

"Who is it, Aizawa-sensei?" Izuku asked, speaking for all three of them. Bakugou and Shoto nodded, their eyes fixed on their teacher.

Aizawa reached into a drawer and pulled out a brown folder, tossing it onto the table. The folder slid across the surface, stopping in front of the three students.

"She's an Anti-Hero. A dangerous one at that. We don't know much about her. She's a slick girl who barely leaves any traces or information behind," Aizawa explained. Izuku picked up the folder, his curiosity piqued. Bakugou and Shoto leaned in, eager to see what was inside.

As Izuku opened the folder, a photo of a girl stared back at them. She wore a white joker mask and an all-black outfit, giving her an eerie, mysterious appearance.

Name: ??

Whereabouts: ??

Recent Sightings: Saitama Prefecture

Speed: 5/5

Power: 4/5

Intelligence: 5/5

Coordination: 5/5

Quirk Name: Chaos

Explanation: The user can create, shape, and manipulate chaotic forces in the universe. This allows them to manipulate probability or even shatter reality. They can change, mutate, destroy, or otherwise manipulate any matter, space, time, living beings, organizations, or minds and spirits. They also have the ability to contain this chaos, controlling its spread and directing it as they see fit.

Bakugou's eyes widened as he read the information. This girl was insanely powerful. For the first time, he felt something stir within him—an odd pull toward this mysterious Anti-Hero. It was like a string had been tugged at his heart, drawing him to her.

"The heroes and villains call her 'Akimetsu' because of her skills and Quirk," Aizawa continued, watching the trio absorb the information.

"She's our best shot at winning this war," Shoto said quietly, his gaze still fixed on the photo.

"But how do we find her? We don't even know her real name," Izuku wondered aloud.

"We'll start with her last known location in Saitama Prefecture," Aizawa replied. "But remember, she’s not someone to be taken lightly. If we approach her the wrong way, she could easily become our enemy instead of our ally."

Bakugou clenched his fists, his mind racing. He didn’t know why, but something about this girl made him want to find her—not just for the mission, but for himself. She was different from the others. She wasn’t some crazy fangirl or a weakling. She was strong, smart, and dangerous. And for the first time, Bakugou found himself genuinely interested in someone.

“Let’s go, then,” Bakugou said firmly, his usual confidence returning. “We don’t have time to waste.”

Aizawa nodded. “Prepare yourselves. This mission could be the most dangerous one yet.”

As they left Aizawa's office, the storm outside continued to rage, almost mirroring the storm of emotions brewing within Bakugou. He was determined to find Akimetsu, not just for the mission, but because something deep inside him told him that she was the one he had been waiting for.

Little did he know, this encounter would change everything.

The storm outside showed no signs of letting up. As Bakugou, Izuku, and Shoto prepared for their mission, they couldn't shake the feeling that this was going to be unlike anything they had faced before. Their search for Akimetsu took them to Saitama Prefecture, where the girl had been last sighted. The trio traveled through the rain-soaked streets, determined to track down the elusive Anti-Hero.

Weeks of searching yielded little progress. Akimetsu seemed to be a ghost, slipping through their grasp every time they thought they were getting close. Just when hope seemed to be dwindling, they received a tip-off about her whereabouts—a small, abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city.

The trio approached the warehouse cautiously. Shoto used his ice to create a path through the mud and puddles, while Izuku and Bakugou kept watch. As they neared the entrance, Bakugou's heart pounded in his chest. He couldn’t explain why, but the thought of meeting Akimetsu filled him with both excitement and anxiety.

The warehouse was dark and filled with shadows. The rain pattered against the metal roof, creating an eerie backdrop. The trio moved quietly through the darkened space, their footsteps echoing off the walls. Suddenly, they saw her—a figure standing alone in the middle of the warehouse.

Akimetsu stood tall, her white joker mask glinting in the dim light. Her all-black outfit made her blend seamlessly with the darkness. She seemed almost serene, despite the tension in the air. The trio stopped a few feet away, wary but ready to make their move.

“So, you finally decided to show up,” Akimetsu said, her voice soft but laced with a sharp edge. Her eyes, visible through the eyeholes of her mask, glimmered with a mix of curiosity and challenge.

Bakugou stepped forward, his usual bravado in full display. “You think you’re so tough hiding out here? We’re here to offer you a chance to join us. You could help us end this battle once and for all.”

Akimetsu tilted her head slightly, her eyes narrowing. “And why should I trust you? You think just because you’re heroes, you can demand my help?”

Shoto stepped in, trying to ease the tension. “We don’t mean to demand anything. We just need your help. The situation is dire, and we believe your abilities could make a difference.”

Akimetsu studied them for a moment, her expression unreadable. “Why would I risk my neck for you? What’s in it for me?”

Izuku took a step forward, speaking earnestly. “We’re fighting for the future of everyone, including people like you. We understand that you have your own reasons for being an Anti-Hero, but this is bigger than any one of us.”

Akimetsu’s eyes flickered with something like contemplation. “You make it sound so noble. But what if I’m not interested in being a part of your grand plan?”

Bakugou couldn’t hold back his frustration. “You’re stubborn. But fine, if you want to stay out of this, go ahead. Just don’t come crying to us if things go south.”

Akimetsu’s gaze lingered on Bakugou. “You’re quite the piece of work, aren’t you? I can see why you’re so confident.”

Bakugou gritted his teeth, but there was an unexpected thrill in her words. Her sharp tongue and cool demeanor intrigued him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Akimetsu smiled behind her mask, a hint of amusement in her voice. “You’re bold, but you’re also reckless. I can’t deny that’s impressive.”

The tension in the warehouse slowly began to shift. Despite their rocky start, Akimetsu’s sharp remarks and quiet strength resonated with Bakugou. Over the next few days, as they worked together, he began to notice the depth behind her tough exterior.

The team faced numerous challenges, each one pushing them to their limits. Akimetsu’s Quirk proved to be an invaluable asset. Her ability to manipulate reality and probability turned the tide in several dangerous situations. Bakugou found himself increasingly drawn to her—her intelligence, her calm demeanor, and her ability to challenge him like no one else ever had.

As they spent more time together, Bakugou’s initial frustration transformed into a deepening admiration. He discovered that beneath her quiet exterior and sharp tongue, Akimetsu had a code of her own. She wasn’t just a dangerous Anti-Hero; she was someone who cared deeply about her own ideals and principles.

One evening, after a particularly grueling battle, the team gathered in their temporary safe house. Akimetsu was sitting alone in a corner, her mask off, revealing a woman with striking features and an enigmatic aura. Bakugou found himself drawn to her once more, unable to shake the growing feelings he had for her.

“Why do you keep pushing me away?” Bakugou asked, his voice softer than usual. “We’ve been through a lot together. You’re not like anyone I’ve met before.”

Akimetsu looked up, her eyes meeting his. “You’re not like anyone I’ve met either. But that doesn’t mean I’m ready to change everything I’ve built for myself.”

Bakugou sighed, frustration mingling with something else—something deeper. “I don’t want you to change. I just want you to be a part of this. Maybe we can figure things out together.”

Akimetsu was quiet for a long moment, considering his words. Finally, she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. “You’re stubborn, Bakugou. But maybe that’s what makes you different.”

Bakugou couldn’t help but smile, a rare and genuine expression. “Yeah, well, I guess we’re both stubborn in our own ways.”

As the days turned into weeks, their partnership evolved into something more complex. The slow burn of their relationship was filled with moments of understanding and conflict. Bakugou admired Akimetsu’s strength and independence, while she began to see past his rough exterior to the man underneath.

Their feelings for each other grew, though neither of them was willing to admit it openly. The challenges they faced together only served to strengthen their bond. Through their shared struggles and victories, they found themselves increasingly reliant on each other, both professionally and personally.

The final battle raged on, the air thick with tension and the sounds of clashing powers. Heroes and villains fought with everything they had, but the combined might of All For One and the League of Villains was overwhelming. Bakugou, Izuku, and Shoto gave it their all, their exhaustion evident in every move. But it wasn’t enough—at least not until Akimetsu entered the fray.

Her Quirk, Chaos, bent reality to her will, twisting and redirecting attacks with a flick of her wrist. She moved with purpose, her control over the chaotic energies turning the tide in favor of the heroes. Bakugou watched her, a mix of awe and respect growing within him.

“Damn, you really know how to handle yourself,” said Bakugou, his eyes fixed on her.

“Just doing what needs to be done,” she replied without looking at him. “It’s not about showing off; it’s about getting the job done.”

As the battle raged on, Shigaraki and Toga launched a coordinated attack. Shigaraki’s decay spread rapidly, and Toga’s transformations created confusion among the heroes.

“Watch out! Shigaraki and Toga are pushing hard!” yelled Izuku, his voice tinged with urgency.

Akimetsu responded with calm resolve. She extended her arms, and a bubble of energy formed around her. Shigaraki’s decay was halted as it hit the bubble and dissipated. Toga’s attacks were redirected, her transformed forms vanishing into a vortex of chaotic energy.

“What the—? What’s happening?” Toga exclaimed, bewildered.

“This isn’t good. She’s turning our attacks against us!” Shigaraki growled, frustration evident.

“You should focus on the present, not on what’s happening around you. Your attacks are futile here,” said Akimetsu, her voice steady and unwavering.

Bakugou fought off villains that slipped through Akimetsu’s defenses, struck by how effectively her Quirk complemented his own explosive power.

“Hey, you keep that up, and we might actually stand a chance!” he called out, a rare note of praise in his voice.

“Don’t get too excited. We’re far from done,” she shot back, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.

When All For One joined the battle, his overwhelming power threatened to tip the scales. He unleashed a barrage of devastating attacks, shaking the ground and targeting the heroes with ruthless precision.

“You think you can defeat me? Your efforts are meaningless,” All For One declared, his voice booming across the battlefield.

“We’ll see about that,” Akimetsu replied, her tone ice-cold.

She manipulated reality around All For One, creating illusions and distortions that made it difficult for him to land a hit. The ground beneath him shifted unpredictably, throwing off his balance.

“What is this trickery?” All For One demanded, his frustration growing.

“It’s not trickery. It’s chaos. And it’s your undoing,” she said, her eyes narrowing as she concentrated.

Bakugou, Izuku, and Shoto coordinated their attacks with Akimetsu’s, each contributing to the effort. Shoto’s ice created obstacles, while Izuku’s powerful strikes and Bakugou’s explosions opened up opportunities for Akimetsu’s Quirk to exploit.

“We need to press the attack. He’s getting weaker,” said Shoto, his voice firm with determination.

“Right! Let’s give it everything we’ve got!” added Izuku, his resolve unwavering.

As All For One weakened, Akimetsu gathered her chaotic energy into a massive wave. The force was overwhelming, warping reality around All For One and shattering his defenses.

“This is it! Give him everything you’ve got!” shouted Bakugou, pouring all his strength into the final attack.

But in that moment, just as victory seemed within reach, a sudden shift occurred. All For One, though weakened, had one final trick up his sleeve. With a desperate surge of power, he launched a deadly attack aimed directly at Bakugou. The blast came out of nowhere, faster than anyone could react.

Akimetsu’s eyes widened in horror as the energy blast raced toward Bakugou. But before it could hit, a blur of movement appeared in front of him. Edgeshot, in a flash of heroic speed and precision, intercepted the blast, using his Quirk to thin and stretch his body, covering Bakugou’s wounds and stabilizing his vital organs. The explosion of power from All For One knocked Bakugou unconscious, but thanks to Edgeshot, his life was spared.

“You’re not dying on my watch, kid,” said Edgeshot, his voice calm but firm as he glanced back at Bakugou.

Bakugou was thrown back by the force but spared from the fatal blow. He lay on the ground, stunned and barely conscious, but alive.

“Damn... I’m still here,” Bakugou muttered, his breath ragged as he tried to push himself up.

Akimetsu rushed to his side, her heart pounding with relief. “Stay down, idiot! You almost got yourself killed.”

“I’m fine... Just a scratch,” he grunted, though the pain in his voice betrayed him.

With renewed determination, Akimetsu turned back to the battlefield. “We’re finishing this now.”

The heroes pushed forward with everything they had, and with Akimetsu’s chaotic energy tearing through the remnants of All For One’s defenses, the villain was finally defeated. The battlefield fell silent, the war won, but the toll it had taken on everyone was clear.

Timeskip

The battle had ended, and the war was over, but the aftermath was still being felt. The hospital was full of injured heroes, their bodies recovering from the grueling fight. Among them was Bakugou, his injuries severe but not life-threatening, thanks to Edgeshot’s quick intervention.

Akimetsu sat quietly by his hospital bed, her usual sharp demeanor softened by the worry she felt. She had been there since he was admitted, waiting for him to wake up, her mind replaying the battle over and over.

The room was quiet except for the steady beeping of the monitors. She leaned back in her chair, her eyes never leaving his face. His usual scowl was softened by sleep, and for once, he looked peaceful.

“You better wake up soon, you idiot,” she muttered, her voice barely a whisper. “You’ve still got a lot to answer for.”

She didn’t notice his fingers twitch at first, but then his hand moved slightly, a small groan escaping his lips. Akimetsu leaned forward, her heart skipping a beat.

“Bakugou?” she called softly, watching as his eyes slowly fluttered open.

“Where... where am I?” he mumbled, his voice groggy.

“You’re in the hospital, you big dummy,” she said, a small smile tugging at her lips. “You nearly got yourself killed.”

His eyes focused on her, a mix of confusion and relief washing over him. “You’re... still here?”

“Of course, I’m here. Someone has to make sure you don’t do anything stupid again,” she replied, trying to keep her tone light, though the worry in her eyes was clear.

He managed a weak grin, his usual fire slowly returning. “Tch. Like I’d let that happen again.”

“Good. Because next time, I might not be able to save you,” she said, her voice softening as she looked at him.

“Yeah, well... thanks,” he muttered, glancing away as a hint of pink touched his cheeks.

Akimetsu chuckled softly, shaking her head. “You’re welcome, Bakugou. Now get some rest. We’ve got a lot to talk about when you’re back on your feet.”

As Bakugou drifted in and out of sleep, Akimetsu remained by his side, her mind racing with thoughts she’d never allowed herself to entertain before. She had always kept her distance, maintaining her identity as a mysterious, untouchable figure. But now, sitting in the quiet of the hospital room, she felt something different—a connection that made her want to share more of herself than she ever had before.

Bakugou’s eyes fluttered open again, his gaze locking onto her. “You’re still here?”

“Yeah, and you better not get used to it,” she said, smirking. But then, her expression softened, and she leaned closer, lowering her voice. “I’ve got something to tell you.”

He raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. “What’s that?”

She hesitated for a moment, the weight of what she was about to say heavy on her heart. But she took a deep breath and decided it was time. “You’re the first person I’ve ever told this to... My real name.”

Bakugou’s eyes widened slightly, the seriousness of her tone catching him off guard. “Your real name?”

She nodded, leaning in so only he could hear. “It’s YN.”

For a moment, there was silence. Then Bakugou looked at her, something unspoken passing between them. “YN, huh?” he repeated, as if testing the name on his tongue. “Doesn’t suit you.”

A smile tugged at the corner of her lips. “Yeah? What’s that supposed to mean?”

He smirked, his usual fire flickering back to life. “I’m just saying, it’s too soft for someone like you.”

“Well, maybe I’m not as tough as I seem,” she replied, her voice carrying a note of vulnerability she rarely let anyone hear.

Bakugou’s expression softened, his gaze steady as he looked at her. “You’re plenty tough. But... thanks for telling me.”

“Don’t mention it,” she said, leaning back in her chair, the weight of her confession lifting slightly. “And don’t you dare tell anyone else.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he muttered, closing his eyes again. But this time, his hand reached out, finding hers and giving it a gentle squeeze.

As he drifted back to sleep, Akimetsu—or rather, YN—sat quietly, her hand still in his. For the first time, she felt like she could let down her guard, if only just a little. And in that moment, as she watched him sleep, she realized that maybe, just maybe, she wasn’t as alone as she thought.

Hello!, I just wanted to ask you guys which story would you guys like me to post for a bakugou story, and also if you guys have any ideas for a story don’t be shy to tell me!

The Anti-Hero one was actually posted in sept 3, but I decided to kept it private for no reason at all, if the Anti-Hero one have many votes I will make it public, and for Sneak Attack I will post it, it has actually been in my notes for a month now, and for the Stickers Shenanigans it’s a cute one, I saw a video of it on tiktok and I got inspired to do one for bakugou

Sneak Attack

Plot: Bakugou’s tough demeanor at UA is constantly challenged by YN’s unintentional act of kindness, slowly revealing a softer side of him.

Bakugou and YN were classmates at UA High, but Bakugou found himself in an unusual problem whenever he was around YN. She had this knack for doing adorable things without realizing it, like smiling brightly or being naturally kind. For Bakugou, who was known for his tough exterior and explosive temper, this was a constant source of flustering embarrassment.

Whenever YN would smile at him or innocently compliment his achievements, Bakugou's face would turn red. He'd often snap at her, "Damn you and your sneak attack! I told you to stop it!" YN would always look confused because she had no idea what he meant.

One day, during a training exercise, YN accidentally tripped and Bakugou, being nearby, rushed to help her up. She thanked him with a genuine smile, and Bakugou, caught off guard by her sweetness, mumbled something incomprehensible before storming off, his face as red as his explosions.

Bakugou clenched his fists as he watched YN effortlessly help a lost kitten down from a tree during lunch break. Her gentle smile and soft-spoken reassurances to the scared animal made Bakugou's heart skip a beat. As she returned, unaware of his gaze, Bakugou grumbled under his breath.

"Darn it, YN! Stop being so damn... nice!"

YN tilted her head, puzzled. "Huh? What did I do now, Bakugou?"

"Nothing! Forget it!" Bakugou snapped, turning away to hide the faint blush on his cheeks.

Later that week, during a training session, Bakugou and YN found themselves partnered together for a sparring exercise. YN, always cheerful and supportive, encouraged Bakugou as they strategized.

"You've got this, Bakugou! Just like we practiced!"

Bakugou couldn't help but feel a surge of determination fueled by her unwavering belief in him. As they fought side by side, he noticed YN's effortless grace and quick reflexes, which complemented his explosive power perfectly.

After a successful round, YN beamed at him, her eyes sparkling with pride. "See? We make a great team!"

Bakugou grunted in response, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips before he turned away, muttering something about needing to train harder.

As the school year progressed, Bakugou found himself seeking out YN's company more often, whether it was for study sessions or casual chats. Each time he saw her smile or heard her laugh, Bakugou's heart raced uncontrollably. It was infuriating how easily she could affect him.

One afternoon, after a particularly intense training session, YN approached Bakugou with a bottle of water and a concerned expression. "Are you okay, Bakugou? You pushed yourself really hard today."

Bakugou scoffed but accepted the water nonetheless. "I'm fine. Just need to work on a few things."

YN nodded understandingly, then surprised Bakugou by gently patting his shoulder. "You're doing great, Bakugou. Don't be so hard on yourself."

Bakugou felt a warmth spread through him at her words, and he found himself blurting out, "Damn it, YN! You're always doing this!"

YN blinked in confusion. "Doing what?"

"Sneak attacking me with your... your kindness!" Bakugou's face flushed crimson, but he met YN's gaze with a rare vulnerability in his eyes.

YN's confusion melted into a soft smile. "Oh, Bakugou... I didn't realize."

Before Bakugou could react further, YN leaned in and hugged him briefly, catching him completely off guard. Bakugou stiffened for a moment before tentatively returning the hug, his heart pounding in his chest.

From that day on, Bakugou gradually became more comfortable showing his softer side around YN. They shared moments of laughter, understanding, and occasional bickering that only brought them closer together.

As graduation day approached, Bakugou found himself standing nervously in front of YN, a small box in his hands. He had rehearsed what he wanted to say a hundred times in his head, but now, his mind went blank.

YN tilted her head, smiling gently. "What's on your mind, Bakugou?"

Bakugou took a deep breath, then blurted out, "I... I like you, YN. More than just a friend."

YN's eyes widened in surprise, then softened with happiness. "Oh, Bakugou..."

Before she could say anything else, Bakugou quickly opened the box to reveal a small pendant shaped like an explosion, symbolizing their time together at UA High.

"I know it's not much," Bakugou muttered, suddenly feeling awkward.

YN took the pendant delicately in her hands, her eyes shining with tears of joy. "It's perfect, Bakugou. Thank you."

Bakugou scratched the back of his head, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. "Yeah, well... don't get used to me being all mushy like this."

YN laughed, a sound that warmed Bakugou's heart like nothing else. "I wouldn't dream of it, Bakugou."

As they walked hand in hand towards their future, Bakugou couldn't help but feel grateful for YN's persistent kindness that had turned his world upside down in the best possible way. And amidst all the explosions and challenges they faced, their love continued to grow, strong and steady like Bakugou's unwavering resolve.

Lip Gloss

Plot: Bakugou kisses YN daily for her lip gloss, making others feel single.

credit to @cashmoneyyysstuff

It was a bright morning, and class was about to start. YN walked up to the classroom door, feeling the usual excitement in her chest. She had just applied a new flavor of lip gloss, one she knew Bakugou would notice.

As soon as she got to the door, Bakugou was already there waiting for her. Without saying a word, he leaned in and pressed his lips against hers, tasting the sweet flavor. It was strawberry today. He hummed in satisfaction, smirking as he pulled away.

“Strawberry, huh? Tastes good,” said Bakugou with a sly grin.

YN felt her cheeks heat up but smiled softly. "You always know, don’t you?"

“Of course, I do,” he replied, brushing a thumb over her lips. "It’s like a daily check."

Their classmates, who were all watching from their seats, couldn't help but stare. Kirishima nudged Kaminari, shaking his head with a laugh. "Man, Bakugou really does this every day, huh?"

"Right in front of us too," said Kaminari, feeling a little jealous.

Mina sighed, leaning back in her chair. "They make us all look so single. It’s not fair!"

Bakugou shot them a look, his arm still around YN. "What are you extras lookin’ at?"

"Nothing, nothing," they all quickly muttered, looking away.

YN couldn’t help but giggle as Bakugou gave her one last smirk before leading her into the classroom. He didn’t care what anyone thought. As long as he got his morning kiss—and a taste of her lip gloss—everything was right in his world.

Photo Repair

Plot: YN tears a photo in anger. Bakugou repairs it, leading to making up.

It had been a rough day. Bakugou and YN stood across from each other, tension thick in the air. Their argument, which started small, had blown up bigger than either of them expected. YN, feeling frustrated and upset, grabbed a photo of the two of them—a happy memory—and tore it in half.

Bakugou’s eyes widened as he watched the photo fall to the floor in pieces. His jaw clenched, but he didn’t yell. He just stared at the torn pieces, his heart sinking. YN stormed out, feeling a mix of anger and regret, but at that moment, her emotions were too strong to turn back.

Hours passed, and the silence between them grew louder. YN sat on the couch, hugging her knees, replaying the fight in her head. She hadn’t meant to go that far, especially with the photo. It was a special moment, and tearing it felt like tearing a part of their bond.

Bakugou eventually walked into the room, quieter than usual. Without saying a word, he grabbed the pieces of the photo from the floor and sat at the table. YN watched as he pulled out some tape and began patiently fixing the picture. He wasn’t angry anymore, just focused, as if repairing the photo would repair what had happened between them.

His hands moved carefully, lining up the edges and smoothing out the tape. YN’s heart softened as she saw the gentle look in his eyes. She stood up and slowly walked over to him, guilt pressing down on her chest.

“Bakugou…” she started, her voice barely a whisper.

He looked up at her, pausing for a moment. “I’m not mad, you know,” he said quietly. “You didn’t have to rip it, though.”

“I know,” YN said, sitting beside him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

He sighed, running a hand through his messy hair. “I get it. We both got worked up.”

There was a long pause, the kind that felt like everything was falling back into place. YN watched him finish taping the last piece of the photo, and her heart swelled at the sight of his quiet determination.

“You’re really fixing it,” YN said softly, a small smile tugging at her lips.

Bakugou smirked, his usual confidence returning. “Well, someone has to fix it after you ruined it, right?”

YN laughed, a light sound that made Bakugou’s heart feel a little lighter. She leaned her head on his shoulder, and he didn’t pull away. Instead, he reached for her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“We’ll be okay,” he muttered, still looking at the now-fixed photo. “We always are.”

“Yeah,” YN whispered, squeezing his hand back, “we will.”

The Only Exception

Plot: Bakugou hates everyone but YN, the only one who softens his tough exterior.

Bakugou Katsuki wasn’t known for his friendliness. In fact, the opposite was true. He was brash, loud, and always seemed to have a scowl on his face. Most people avoided him, and that was exactly how he liked it. Except for one person: YN.

No one could understand how someone like YN, always smiling and filled with sunshine, could handle someone as explosive as Bakugou. It didn’t make sense. Bakugou seemed to hate everyone, but for some reason, when it came to YN, his attitude completely shifted.

The moment YN entered the common room, his eyes softened. She bounced in, her usual cheerful self, waving to everyone in the room.

“Hey, guys!” she called out, her smile lighting up the space. Kaminari, Sero, and Kirishima waved back, used to her bright personality.

Mina leaned in and whispered to Kirishima, “Watch. He’s gonna melt the second she talks to him.”

Sure enough, YN walked over to Bakugou, who was slouched on the couch, arms crossed and glaring at the TV. His scowl softened just slightly as she approached.

“Hey, Katsuki,” she said softly, sitting down beside him.

“Tch, what do you want?” he grumbled, but there was no bite to his words. In fact, he shifted slightly, making more room for her to sit closer.

She grinned. “Just wanted to see what you were up to.”

He huffed, his eyes still glued to the screen. “I’m watching a stupid show ‘cause these extras can’t pick a decent channel.”

“Hey!” Kaminari called out from across the room, clearly offended. “This show is awesome!”

Bakugou ignored him, his focus still on YN. She just laughed and leaned into his side. To everyone else, Bakugou was intimidating and aggressive. But with YN, it was like he was a completely different person.

“Wanna get some fresh air?” she asked, her eyes sparkling as she looked up at him.

He glanced at her for a moment, then shrugged. “Whatever. I was getting sick of sitting around with these idiots anyway.”

As they stood up, the rest of the group exchanged knowing looks. Bakugou had always been protective of YN, and while he seemed to hate everyone else, it was clear to everyone that he was softer when she was around.

Once they were outside, YN breathed in deeply, enjoying the cool air. Bakugou walked beside her, his hands shoved into his pockets. His usual tense expression had eased, and he glanced at her every so often as if making sure she was okay.

“You’re the only one who gets away with making me do stupid stuff like this,” he muttered under his breath.

YN smiled, nudging him playfully. “That’s because you secretly love it.”

He scoffed but didn’t deny it. She had a way of breaking down the walls he built around himself, and he didn’t mind it when it was her.

They walked in comfortable silence for a while until YN suddenly stopped. “Katsuki?”

“Hm?” He turned to face her, raising an eyebrow.

“Why are you so different with me?”

The question seemed to catch him off guard, and for a moment, he didn’t know how to respond. His usual bravado faltered, and he shifted uncomfortably. “What do you mean?”

“You’re…kinder. I mean, not to everyone, but with me, you don’t act the same.”

Bakugou looked away, his jaw tightening as if struggling to find the right words. Finally, he let out a sigh. “Because you’re different.”

She blinked, surprised by his answer. “Different how?”

He rubbed the back of his neck, clearly frustrated with himself. “You’re not annoying like the rest of them,” he muttered. “You don’t piss me off. I don’t feel like I have to be on guard with you.”

YN smiled softly, stepping closer to him. “So, you don’t hate me?”

He rolled his eyes, but his lips twitched slightly, like he was holding back a smile. “No, idiot. You’re the only one I don’t hate.”

Her heart fluttered at his words, and before she could stop herself, she wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug. Bakugou stiffened for a moment, not used to physical affection like this, but then he relaxed, his arms hesitantly wrapping around her.

“Tch, you’re such a pain,” he mumbled, though his hold on her tightened ever so slightly.

YN just grinned into his chest. “You love it.”

And though he would never admit it out loud, she knew he did.

Beach Day

Plot: Bakugou and YN enjoy a fun, relaxing day together at the beach, making simple moments special.

It was a sunny day, and the sound of waves crashing against the shore filled the air as Bakugou and YN arrived at the beach. The golden sand stretched out before them, and the sparkling ocean seemed to call their names. YN immediately smiled, excited to feel the soft sand between her toes, while Bakugou gave the water a wary glance.

“C’mon, Bakugou! You love the beach,” YN said, grinning as she ran ahead, throwing her towel down on the sand.

“Tch, I like the beach, not the water,” Bakugou grumbled, following after her at a slower pace. He loved the calm of being near the ocean, but swimming wasn’t really his thing.

YN giggled, understanding. She knew how much Bakugou adored the outdoors, but getting him in the water was a rare sight. “Wait right here,” she said, running off toward one of the nearby beach shops.

Bakugou furrowed his brows but sat down on the towel, watching as YN darted off. He crossed his arms, leaning back on his elbows as the sun warmed his skin. The sound of the waves was nice, but he couldn’t deny that he was getting bored just sitting there.

After a few minutes, YN returned, a huge smile on her face as she hid something behind her back.

“What’s with that grin?” Bakugou asked, raising a brow.

“I got you something! You said you don’t like the water, so I figured you’d need something else to do.” YN pulled out a small, bright yellow toy excavator—complete with a remote control—from behind her back. “Ta-da! You can dig around in the sand with it. It even has a controller!”

Bakugou blinked, staring at the toy and its controller. “Are you serious?”

YN nodded enthusiastically. “Yup! You can make it dig, move sand, and build little sand mountains with it. Just like a real excavator. Trust me, it’ll be fun!”

Bakugou stared at the toy for a moment, looking between it and YN’s hopeful expression. A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”

“Maybe, but I bet you’ll like it.” YN winked before plopping down next to him, pushing the controller into his hands.

He grumbled but took the remote. At first, he simply poked at the sand with the excavator, unsure of what to do. But after a few moments, he started driving it around, making little piles and scooping up sand. YN watched him, a soft smile on her face as Bakugou gradually got into it.

“Look at you, Mr. Excavator Expert,” YN teased, leaning over to give him a playful nudge.

“Shut up,” Bakugou muttered, but there was no bite in his tone. Instead, he kept playing with the toy, maneuvering it to make small sand hills and trenches with precision.

YN laughed, watching the normally tough and serious Bakugou focus on his tiny remote-controlled excavator. It was so simple, but so adorable. She couldn’t help but snap a quick picture of him, saving it for later.

After a while, Bakugou paused, catching her sneaky move. “Oi, what’re you taking pictures for?”

“Just a cute memory,” YN said with a grin. “You look so happy with your toy excavator.”

Bakugou scoffed, but there was a faint blush on his cheeks. “Whatever.” He reached out and pulled YN closer, his arm wrapping around her waist. “Next time, we’re getting you a toy. I’m not gonna be the only one playing.”

YN giggled, resting her head on his shoulder as they both looked out at the waves. “Deal. As long as you keep having fun.”

Bakugou smirked and kissed the top of her head. “Yeah, yeah. Just don’t make this a habit.”

“Too late,” YN whispered, giggling as Bakugou gave her a playful side-eye.

The two spent the rest of the afternoon sitting in the sand, Bakugou occasionally using the excavator and its controller to dig around while YN watched, basking in the warmth of the sun and the cuteness of the moment.

Soft for You || Katsuki Bakugou

Bakugou never thought he’d go soft for anyone. He was the loud, explosive hero-in-training, known for his harsh words and even harsher glares. But somehow, YN had managed to sneak past all that.

They weren’t dating, even though Bakugou secretly wished they were. He didn’t know when it started, but every time YN was around, he became softer. He found himself being nicer, more patient—even calm, which his friends noticed right away.

“Bakugou, you good?” Kirishima asked one afternoon, catching him staring at YN as she worked on a project across the room.

Bakugou grunted, eyes still on YN. “I’m fine. Mind your business.”

Truth was, he wasn’t fine. YN had him wrapped around her finger, and she didn’t even know it. Every time she walked by with that sweet smile, his heart would speed up. And every time she talked to him, he’d stumble over his words, trying to act like he wasn’t totally into her.

“Hey, Bakugou, can you help me with this?” YN asked kindly, holding up a paper.

He blinked at her, feeling his face heat up. “Yeah, sure,” he mumbled, walking over and trying to keep his hands steady as he took the paper from her. He was surprisingly gentle, leaning in closer than he usually would.

“Thanks, Bakugou!” she said, smiling brightly.

That smile. It was killing him. He couldn’t help but soften even more. “Tch, whatever,” he said, shoving his hands into his pockets, trying to act cool.

But YN didn’t notice. She was too focused on her work to see how Bakugou’s whole attitude changed when she was around, how his voice got quieter, how his eyes followed her every move. To her, Bakugou was still the same loud, hot-headed classmate.

He watched her walk away, chewing the inside of his cheek. How does she not see it? he thought. Bakugou had no clue how to tell her how he felt. All he knew was that every time YN smiled or laughed, his world felt a little better, and he wanted to protect that.

Later, while YN was sitting at the lunch table with her friends, Bakugou quietly came over. He casually placed an extra juice box by her tray. “You forgot to grab one,” he muttered, barely looking at her.

YN blinked in surprise. “Oh, thanks, Bakugou! I didn’t even notice.” She smiled again, completely missing the fact that he had been paying attention to her all along.

Kirishima nudged him. “Dude, you’re so into her.”

“Shut up,” Bakugou hissed, but he didn’t deny it.

If only YN could see it. But for now, Bakugou was happy just being around her, hoping one day she’d realize how he’d do anything for her—how he was already falling for her, one soft moment at a time.

Js read all three in twenty minutes… im crying 🙁💖💖

dinner prep engagement ♡

a/n : aaaand its finally here, the final part of the ring pop proposal miniseries after decades !!!! im sorry it took me so long to write this final part yall, i just finally felt enough inspo to write it and im super happy w how it came out ! i hope yall do too ! lemme know if you wanna be added to the taglist ! much luv xx

fem reader, literally pure fluff between mama n son, katsuki gets emotional very quickly bc i believe he does and you cannot make me think otherwise, a lil emotional but pure sweetness, mentions of making dinner, lmk if i missed sum else !!

this time, mitsuki has no idea what her son is planning. sure she’s had her hopes for years now, and her suspicions, but nothing truly concrete.

that is, until she gets a call in the middle of the night.

"katsuki..hello ?" she answers groggily, heaving a sigh and rubbing at her eyes. she checks next to her to make sure she hasn't woken her husband up, her eyes dart over to her digital clock " 'ts one in the morning."

"uh..hey." her son's gruff voice sounds over the phone, she raises a brow at his hesitant tone of voice, but she let's him continue "yeah, i know. sorry.." he mumbles out.

the older woman shakes her head affectionately "it's fine..is there something you wanted to talk about ?"

it's silent on the other end for a while until katsuki mumbles something. "katsuki, you know i can't hear you if you don't speak up." she scolds lightly, causing him to growl under his breath.

"not..not right now, no--just..can i come over tomorrow ?"

taking in her silence for hesitance he continues " it's nothin' bad..i just--feel like it's something i needa say face to face, i guess.."

"okay..yeah, of course. you know you can come over whenever you want." she urges "is yn comin' along ?"

"no, she isn't." she can practically hear his eye roll and it makes her smirk "she'll be busy tomorrow anyway so, not this time. i'll tell her you said hello though, since you're always tellin' me to."

she's about to retort when katsuki speaks again, only not to her. she hears what she knows is your voice quietly chatting with him as he reassures you that he'll be right there with you and for you to go back to bed. the soft tone in his voice makes her eyes soften.

never could she ever have imagined her katsuki ever speaking so softly to anyone, because her katsuki is, despite having calmed down over the years, still quite the brat. (she's pretty sure she knows where he gets it from now..) he's still temperamental when interviewers and journalists get on his nerves. he's still awfully moody , but he's different now. he's just a little bit gentler with the way he handles kids or older women who's cats have gotten stuck in trees. complaining that this isn't his damn job but still doing it anyway with utmost care as the kitties sink their sharp claws into his skin or cling to him for warmth.

he's a still a little rough around the edges but it's the thought that counts. he's different than when he was younger, but he still is the most different with you. his rough and gruff voice that he uses to bark out orders and complain, complain, complain, he uses so softly around you, keeping you as calm and sleepy as possible. it's not perfect, but he manages to usher you back to your room to sleep, and that makes the thought count so much more.

"m'gonna go now." he warns, his mother hums in agreement, telling him she'll see him tomorrow and he reciprocates the goodbye.

"night, ma."

"night, kiddo." she grins, a happy sigh leaving her when she hangs up the call and lays back down. cozying herself up next to her husband.

she's had her suspicions and her hopes for a while now, but she can't be too sure what her son could possibly want from her tomorrow.

katsuki comes back home like he's never left.

the day goes like any other day would've went a few years ago when he was still living in the family home. mitsuki almost expects her son to run off upstairs to do his homework.

he greets his dad with a half hug, and is forced into a tight embrace by his mother, which he grumbles about. grumbles turning into a growl when she grips his cheek, scolding him for not greeting his mother properly.

it's a lot of catching up from the few months he's been busy with hero work. talking about his latests achievements and his quick climbing of the hero ranks, accompanied with barely suppressed smiles and softened eyes when you're brought up. mitsuki remembers how nervous he'd been when he'd told her he was planning on asking you to move in with him, so she's happy to hear from the both of you, since she has your number and you like to catch up every now and then, that everything was going well. though she already knew it would.

katsuki volunteered to help with dinner, his mother happily agreeing saying she could use some help. it makes her a little bit nostalgic and she wills herself not to get teary eyed at how much her son has grown.

but she sees that the opportunity has presented itself to bring up the topic that's been on the tip of her tongue the entire day now.

"so.." she sings "you wanted to talk about something, right ?"

katsuki stiffens like he'd forgotten, although his expression stays the same besides the slight squint of his eyes. the rhythmic cutting of vegetables has stopped and it takes him a moment before he speaks quietly like he's revealing a secret.

"i wanna ask yn to marry me."

oh.

so that was it.

"oh." she breathes immediately. a broad smile slowly grows onto her face and she beams "took you long enough, ya brat !" she exclaims, slapping her sons muscular arm. he growls lowly at her, leaning away from her though she remains undeterred. poking at his sides while he tries to smack her hands away.

finally, she relents "when are you gonna ask ?" she asks excitedly. katsuki huffs, eyebrows still heavily furrowed from her earlier attack. he turns back to the cutting board "soon. i arranged my schedule and we'll both be free, so in two weeks from now."

"you already have a ring ?"

he grunts in agreement. and mitsuki besides being proud of the fact her hunch was right, feels her heart warms at the burst of nostalgia of her little boy. her katsuki, kicking his feet in the backseat of her car. tightly gripping his bag of ring pop candies he'd give to you the next day. her little katsuki, who'd proudly claimed he was going to marry you when he grew up in that very same car, exclaiming that he'd proposed to you with those very same candies he'd almost had a tantrum over her not getting.

her little boy, who'd gotten oh so big, and so, so much more enamoured with you.

"good." she utters sweetly, voice just a bit wobbly "good. that's great, katsuki."

he nods to himself " i've thought about it for a while now..long while." he scoffs to himself, eyes focused on the cutting board in front of him. "got the whole day planned out too."

"yeah ?" he nods. her eyes soften as he speaks mostly to himself, he's had this little self hype up habit ever since he was a boy. trying to calm himself down and reassure himself. it's a smart move, but as strong and mature as he is, katsuki is nothing more than human. and anxieties can creep up on the best of us.

she's seen it before, and she sees it again when he bites his bottom lip in thought, and she smiles softly.

and again, she coaxes him into it " that sounds nice, looks like you got it all planned out, huh?"

and he nods again. but it doesn't take him, long before he breaks.

"..what if she says no ?"

and mitsuki wants to laugh. she really does, because the thought of you ever saying no to him sounds absolutely ridiculous to her. she snorts. shaking her head while her son looks at her incredulously.

"katsuki.." she tuts, chuckling to herself before she looks up at him. "you've got absolutely nothing to worry about. you've got it."

his eyes widen, then her son's expression drops as he raises a brow "how do you know that ?" his words make her smile widen this much more and she really wants to laugh.

how does she know. she scoffs

she knows because she knows him. she knows her katsuki better than anyone else, he's her son. she knows he's rude, rowdy, quipy, temperamental and everything else. he's all of that and so much more.

and yet you still love him. you're still so incredibly patient with him, you still offer him all of your kindness despite him once confessing to her he doesn't understand how you do. despite all of the times he's messed up, the times he's fallen down, you stay by his side you care for him, you care about him.

she knows her katsuki is absolutely infatuated with you, he always has been. from tantrums about being separated in class and knowing your favourite ice cream flavour to him being overly protective over you when you were paired up with your lab partner that ended up not being him and to him wearing the stupid stuffy tux mitsuki tailor made for him to take you to prom.

you've always been his number one best friend, but he's always been yours as well : he loves you, but you love him just as much.

and so mitsuki smiles "call it mother's intuition. and, not to brag, but i think most of my hunches have been right by now" and it widens when katsuki scoffs and rolls his eyes at her boasting, another bratty little habit he has that he's practically mastered over the years. she sighs, spreading her arms out towards him "well come over here. you've gone and gotten so damn tall, i can't reach you myself !" her son rolls his eyes again, but he scoffs softly to himself and with a shake of his head, he closes the distance and hunches over to hug his mother. she wraps her arms around him tightly and he grumbles when she squeezes but he doesn't try to get away.

"there's nothing for you to worry about, katsuki. absolutely nothing." she repeats, rubbing his back. "you love each other, and that's more than enough. just be yourself, it's been working out for you this far..somehow." she jests. katsuki scoffs indignantly but they both end up chuckling about it. after a few more seconds they pull away and mitsuki pats her son's chest with a sniffle. right on top of his heart that she knows, she's seen, has gone through oh so much.

but still remained entirely yours throughout all the years and still so so so enamoured with you.

gripping onto his shoulders, she whispers "you got this." the glossiness in his eyes is impossible to miss, he's always cried very easily. but she guesses she mirrors his expression exactly. her son is the spitting image of her after all. she places a hand on his cheek and he leans into it.

"thanks, ma" he whispers sincerely. and mitsuki feels her heart soar.

"any time."

during dinner, katsuki announces the news to his father. who after getting over his shock immediately wraps his son into a hug. congratulating him and encouraging him with teary eyes, she knows where katsuki gets that from, before they all settle down to have dinner before katsuki leaves a few hours later. waving off his mother's insistence to pass you a greeting with a grumbled acknowledgement.

she shakes her head as her and her husband watch him drive off but her heart is full of pride.

"we raised a killer son didn't we ?" she giggles looking back at masaru, who agrees with a smile as they share a laugh.

and the next time you both come over, you're giddy. unable to keep your excitement in check as you keep excitedly looking back at katsuki, who finally relents with an affectionate sigh and you happily show off you're ringed finger with a squeal.

mitsuki squeals right back, wrapping you up in the tightest bear hug she could. masaru takes his turn hugging you, sweetly congratulating you both. of course, they'll tell you they both new in advance, but that was all for later.

sure, she didn't know what her son was planning in advance, but she had her hunches and her funny feeling from all those years ago that you'd be sticking around. she guesses it's good enough that she was the first to be told.

she sends her son a proud and teasing smile when they make eye contact. he rolls his eyes, but the smile on his face doesn't fade as he watches you talk with his father. she doesn't have to say a single word for him to know what she's saying.

i told you so.

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(repost from old blog!!)

imagine being katsuki bakugou's classical musician gf! [pt. 1]

he's in the hero course and you're in the general studies course. that doesn't stop you from pursuing your professional musical dreams.

as a musician, you find yourself to be very organized. that is until the time comes to actually get to music club on time.

you two met in the hallways of ua. you were sprinting down the hall, arms hugging sheets of marked up music, with an instrument case slung on your back. simultaneously, you tried to mentally rehearse the solo piece assigned to you at the last rehearsal. as your eyes focus on the scratched markings of accidentals and rhythm on your sheet music, you suddenly ram into a stiff blonde, trying to make his way back to the dorms. your sheets go flying everywhere and you panic. you drop to your knees, scrambling to pick up each sheet. bakugou simply "tch's" and begins to turn around. however, there's also music right below his feet. he notices it's sheet music and rather than kicking it back, he picks it up, turns around, and reaches it out towards you, without daring to turn his head to look at you.

you don't notice this gesture and snatch the piece right out of his hands. without uttering even a "thank you" you finally collect all the sheets and run off. bakugou simply watches you run off into the hallway, mouth slightly agape.

"huh." he thinks to himself.

so as you play your little solo in the music room on the other side of the ua building, there sits bakugo in his dorm room, staring at the ceiling. headphones on. listening to that piece, curious to know more.

this is a little tiny bit ooc um

not proofread lolll i had this idea during my music lesson

need.

katsuki loves calling you princess, its his favorite nickname for you. he loves spoiling you rotten, making sure you get everything you deserve. whether it’s clothes or food, he’ll get you anything. before you both go to bed, he’ll put his arm under your head as you both scroll through your phone. he watches you put items in your cart, or screenshot whatever shirt you thought was cute so you can buy it later. “what do ya’ want, princess?” he pecked your head, making you look up at him. you didn’t realize what he meant at first, looking at him with a confused expression on your face. “you want that shirt? i’ll buy it for ya.”

or even if you decide to go run some errands, he’ll send you money, more than you need. all he’ll say is “get somethin’ nice for tonight, want ‘cha to look pretty, baby.” you heart flutters, you never knew you needed to be spoiled until you met katsuki. of course you’ll never ask him directly or make it obvious that you want something, he does it for himself. seeing you all dolled up and happy is enough for him, plus he won’t use the money on himself unless he needs to. seeing you come home with bags in your hands, walking to your couch, straddling his lap to thank him is enough. you smoother his face in kisses with the new lipstick you just bought, “thank you kats.” he looks at you, his face covered with lip marks and his eyes half lidded

“yer’ welcome, princess.” smudging your new lipstick all over both of your faces

ok i know everyone's always like "bakugou is so the weeknd coded" or "bakugou def listens to pierce the veil".

however.

i like to headcannon that katsuki bakugou is actually a freaking classical music nerd.

before you start throwing tomatoes at me, i always imagine this little scenario:

katsuki bakugou is in his room, tensely studying (prob using flash cards because nerd), when all of a sudden, denki bursts into his dorm room.

"hey bakugou!! we're all hanging out for lunch today!"

...

"bakugou? can you hear me?"

katsuki sits in focus, his large noise cancelling headphones doing their job by cancelling out denki's voice.

when all of a sudden, denki sneaks up on bakugou and snatches the headphones right off his head. denki puts the headphones on his own head and starts listening, only to say...

"wow bakubro, i didnt know you were into... ballerina music?"

katsuki stands up and slams his hands onto his desk. he grabs denki by the collar, grabbing the headphones, and puts them back on.

he yells at denki,

"THIS IS VIVALDI'S FOUR SEASONS CONCERTO IN G MINOR DUMBASS. GET OUT OF MY ROOM"

ok end scene this was a really stupid thought and i def couldve written this better but

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we both like apple cider

"katsuki, hurry up!" you yell at the 5-year-old blonde who was lazily trailing behind you, holding his basket like it were a piece of rag. "come onn, your mom said if we pick good apples she'll give us extra apple cider!" you whine, running over to him and grabbing his free hand to drag him towards a large tree. katsuki glared at you and your hand as he spoke, "i don't want to do stupid apple picking, it's so annoying!" he yelled, dropping your hand.

you turn back at him, your lips slightly agape as tears prick your eyes. ". . so you don't want to pick apples with me?" you say, lips now trembling as tears now rolled down your cheeks. katsuki's eyes soften slightly, replacing the anger with worry instead as he hurriedly speaks. "alright fine, i'll do it! just . . don't cry okay?"

you erupt in a wide smile as he wipes your tears away. "okay i won't! let's go!" you exclaimed excitedly, grabbing his hand once more and hurrying towards the tree.

you both set your baskets down, your eyes sparkling as you observe the big red apples on the branches of the tree. you rush over to the trunk, giving it a kick with all of your strength, hoping it will drop a few apples down. your plan was a success as you see one of the apples shaking and eventually dropping down! . . on your head.

katsuki burst out laughing, holding his stomach and pointing at you as you held your head, glaring at him. "stop it suki, it wasn't funny. and besides," you pause, placing the apple that just attacked you into your basket carefully, "i'm winning." "winning at what? being a dummy who gets apples dropped on their heads?" he snickers at you. "i have more apples in my basket than you kat-su-ki," you say with an evil grin, making sure to punctuate each part of his name. "i will be the one getting more cider than you."

katsuki's smile dropped at your words as his eyes flashed with a newfound determination. "not for long loser!" he yelled as he jumped up from the ground and marched towards the tree.

it had been half an hour since the two of you had left your parent's little picnic table to pick apples. mitsuki bakugo looked out into the distance to try and spot you and katsuki's little figures and sure enough, she saw you two walking side by side, arguing over something.

"kids! hurry up and come over here!" she called out, which caught both of your attentions. she sighed to herself as she watched you two attempting to race each other and try to get to the table first.

eventually, katsuki reached the table before you. he slammed his basket down and turned around to rub his victory in your face but instead found you on the ground. your basket was laid on its side, apples spilling out as your teary eyes stared at the small blood patch on your knee.

"mama i fell down!" you wailed to your mother as she caressed your hair and cleaned your scratch. "you should be more careful y/n" your mother said with a worried tone. mitsuki handed a bandage to her and looked at you. "it's okay y/n, you're a brave kid, right? i'll make you some extra cider okay?" she says which makes a soft smile appear on your face as you nod.

"is . . is your knee okay?" katsuki mumbles as he takes a sip from his glass of cider. "mhm!" you nod "it only hurt for a bit!" you say as you take a sip from your second cup of cider, to which katsuki only hums. "hey suki," you began, turning your body towards him "let's make a pinky promise!" he stares at you, confused. "about what?" "to get married in the future!" you say as if that were the most obvious thing in the world.

katsuki chokes on his drink, covering his mouth as he stares at you with a slightly flustered face. "w-what!? why would i do that?" he yells. you tilt your head in confusion, "so that we can pick apples together forever and ever?" you pause before continuing. "or . . do you want to pick apples with someone else?" you look down at your lap, your bottom lip quivering again. katsuki huffs and grabs your pinky, interlocking it with his as he looks away and mutters. "okay fine! i pinky promise i'll marry you . . crybaby."

but your hair be smelling like fruit punch

"fruit punch," you say, staring at the side of 6-year-old katsuki's face as he plays with the game he snuck into bed tonight. you and him were having yet another sleepover. it was always the same - eat dinner together, play in his room, take a bath, change into pjs, and then head into bed where he would pull out his hidden game control from under the pillow.

you two were under the blanket after katsuki's demands so that he doesn't get caught. he didn't even spare you a glance when you say that, just letting out a simple "what."

"your hair," you say, "it smells like fruit punch." "weirdo, why are you smelling my hair" he replies, heading onto the next level of the game. "because you smell nice," you reply bluntly, "i like it."

the red 'GAME OVER' screen illuminates katsuki's face as he finally turns his head to look at you. was it the screen making his face red or a blush? even after many years, you're not sure.

you snicker at him. "haha loser, you lost" you say, staring at his screen. "tch..whatever" he mumbles, shoving the game back under his pillow and releasing the two of you from the cage of the blanket, cool air hitting your faces.

"you smell nice too . . i guess" he mumbles under his breath, so quiet that you don't even hear it. "what?" you ask, turning to look at him once again. "NOTHING!" he whisper yells and hurriedly turns his back to you.

and i don't even like you that much

mumbles and whispers floated through the crowd as the provisional hero license exam had come to an end. you along with the other students, who had managed to come out without all three of their targets hit, stood together, anxiously waiting for the results to be revealed.

there was an uncomfortable knot in your stomach as you muttered to yourself, trying to calm yourself down. katsuki stood next to you, obviously confident that he would get his license.

"fuck, will you calm down?" katsuki whisper yelled at you as he tugged on the deathly tight grip you had on his arm unknowingly. "i'm so nervous kats! what if i messed up somewhere what if i forgot to save one of those civilians what if-" "what if you're just overthinking this shit?" he responds bluntly before turning his eyes back to the representative from the hero safety commission.

"okay . . maybe you're right. i should stay positive!" you whisper back before taking a few deep breaths and following his gaze towards the front.

"anyway, the names of those who've passed are listed here in alphabetical order." the voice through the mic spoke.

the screen flickered for a moment before revealing the names, all in perfect order. immediately you started scanning the rows, letting out a small smile as you saw familiar names flash pass before your eyes landed on your name.

wait . . . your name? that means you passed!

you couldn't help but let out an excited squeal, turning to katsuki and slightly jumping up and down as you pointed to where your name was in big bold letters.

"katsuki, look! i did it!" you yell as you wrap your arms around his neck and continue your little jumps.

now, katsuki had already realized that his name wasn't there and oh boy, was he pissed.

he had opened his mouth to tell you off when you kept rapidly pointing at the screen as if he hadn't already seen your name but when you had suddenly thrown your arms around his neck, he froze.

you were yapping in his ear about how happy and relieved you were and all he could focus on was to get you away before you felt his heart practically beating out of his chest.

however before he could pull you off, you beat him to it by pulling your head away yourself. he opened his mouth again but immediately froze when you planted a kiss on him.

okay, it was not a full on kiss on the lips. you meant to kiss his cheek but because of how giddy you were, it landed on the corner of his mouth.

he seemed to be the only one who had noticed this accident since you were now busy with searching for katsuki's name on the screen.

stupid you and your stupid face and your stupid scent that he had caught a whiff of when you viciously mauled him (gave him a hug) and your stupid soft lips and the stupid 'butterflies' you gave him.

katsuki couldn't understand why he felt like this. he didn't even like you . . . that much.

however, he did not have time to give it much thought because it had finally hit you that he had not passed the exam. you turned to him, your mouth agape as you stared at him with wide eyes.

"i know i didn't pass so don't fucking rub it in." he mumbled, turning his head away. "what!? but how?" you yell at him.

"probably because he didn't put any effort into saving people" piped in kirishima who backed away as he was given a glare by katsuki. "you should've been more careful with what you said. words are important you know!" said kaminari as he grinned at him. "SHUT YOUR MOUTH BEFORE I MURDER YOU!" katsuki growled back.

the class was now on the ride home. the whole bus was in a lively chatter except for the two students who had failed. you sat with the others, laughing with them but your eyes lingered towards the back where katsuki sat, earphones plugged in as he stared out the window with a small furrow in his eyebrows.

you excused yourself and made your way to him, plopping down beside katsuki as you nudged him slightly. he pulled out one of his earphones, a sign that he was listening, "hey . . you okay?" you asked softly, trying to scan his face for any emotions but it was hard since he refused to look anywhere but out the window.

"of course i'm okay" he mumbled, pausing for a second before continuing. "m'so ready to fucking crush the extra classes so don't get too cocky just because you got yours first."

a small smile erupted from your lips as you felt a wave of relief wash over you. you were worried he was giving himself a hard time because of this.

"well then dynamight, i'll be waiting for you!" you reply, grinning at him.

he finally turns his head to you, a smirk on his lips as he replies, "get ready to choke in my smoke," you cringe at his words but he ignores it and continues, "and it's great explosion murder god dumba-" "shut up kats" you interrupt, giggling as he gives you a small glare.

stupid you and your ability of always being able to cheer him up.

wait, i do, fuck

NUMBER ONE HERO DYNAMIGHT RUMORED TO BE IN A RELATIONSHIP? FIND OUT THE JUICY DETAILS NOW!

DYNAMIGHT SPOTTED WITH PRO HERO XXX AT X HOTEL!

XXX AND DYNAMIGHT CONFIRMED TO BE TOGETHER?

you sigh to yourself, scrolling through the endless theories and articles about the man that were spread throughout your entire twitter timeline. it's like wherever you were, the blonde would somehow be there too. ultimately, you toss your phone away, unable to escape all the dating rumor articles surrounding him and the way your heart clenched when you saw pictures of him and some other hero.

it's been 3 years since you graduated high school, you and all of your peers are now amazing pro heroes who have worked hard to be what they are today and climb the hero ranks impressively.

you too ended up ranking among the top five heroes in all of japan.

you were proud of yourself, happy to do the thing you'd been wanting to do since you were a little kid. you can't deny that sometimes, it was too exhausting.

so without any second thoughts, you emailed your manager this morning, requesting a leave for your mental health. being a good hero also means to remain in good shape and have a happy mind!

it was now evening, you had a fairly productive day. running a few errands while being hooded to avoid any media, binging some of your favorite shows while you munched on snacks, and overall just having a self-care day, you know?

you stepped out onto your balcony, leaning against the railings as you gazed at the setting sun which painted the sky into a mix of many beautiful colors, including orange.

you smile softly as it reminds you of a certain red-eyed man as your mind lingers off to thoughts of him. dynamight, the number one hero and also your best friend.

to say he was a workaholic at times was an understatement. he wouldn't clock out until his poor manager begged him to rest.

he was passionate about his job and you admired that about him. from a young age he was always eager to stand at number one and be the best version of himself.

your smile fades as flashbacks of what happened 6 years ago played in your mind. it was the day when that gruesome war had occurred. your eyes sting as you're painfully reminded of everything that had happened. the memories of heroes who had lost their lives fighting for peace clouded your mind. and of course, what had happened to katsuki had been the one thing that had almost completely broken you on the battlefield. you let your tears fall, keeping a straight face as they rolled down your cheeks. there was no point in holding them back, no one would see you. right?

you sniffle softly, taking deep breaths as you clear your head from your thoughts, now realizing the presence beside you.

there he was, the dynamight himself, standing next to you as he too gazed at the sunset. you weren't that surprised, he had done this many times before, simply swooping in and landing on your balcony if he saw you there.

he glanced at you, silently observing your tear-stained face as his fiery red eyes flickered with a hint of sadness. his heart painfully panged against his chest whenever he saw you cry.

you wipe your tears away, giving him a small smile before speaking. "i'm okay kats, don't worry." what a liar you were. his eyes shoot away as he mumbles, "i didn't say anything."

"you didn't have to." you reply, gaping at the sky which was turning dark now. "you clocked out early? that's unusual oh great explosion murder god." you tease. "swept this entire area today, and was gonna go check out shitty hair's district when i saw your ass crying." he said.

"aww, how thoughtful! but be careful, your supposed 'girlfriends' might call me a homewrecker." you jeer as he lets out a groan, resting his forehead on the railings. "fuck . . why do you read that shit? stupid media . . always makin up stuff."

you let out a giggle at his reaction, causing him to slightly lift his head and stare at you. his heart swelling up at the sound of your laughter.

you push your body away from the railings, sliding open the door as you step inside. "so you gonna come in or not?" you say, keeping the door open as katsuki silently accepts the invitation and gets inside, sliding the door shut behind him.

"i'll get your clothes-" "don't" he interrupted as you looked at him surprised. "i know where it is . . you don't have to get it." "okay then! i'll go get us something to drink, take a shower if you wanna." you reply, earning a hum from him as you make your way to the kitchen. katsuki taking a shower or you casually having a pair of his clothes at your home was nothing out of the ordinary, just bestie thingz. right?

katsuki stepped out of your shower, feeling a slight muscle ache from his villain fights today as sank into the couch and stared at the back of your head while you were seated on the carpet. you silently handed him a cold drink as you scrolled through the channels on tv.

he snapped open his drink, taking slow sips from it as he mentally prepared himself to ask you the thing he's been wanting to for the past hour. "so . . " he began, peering at you from the corner of his eyes as you hum. "why were you cryin earlier?"

you put on a weak smile, taking a sip before responding. "was just . . thinking about the war." you say. "i don't know why but i still get chills thinking about it now. it's been 6 years and i still haven't learned to handle my thoughts about it properly. i always feel so guilty, like i wasn't strong enough or i wasn't fast enough. maybe if i was better, i could've stopped what had happened to everyone, what happened to you-"

you were suddenly interrupted by katsuki who pulled himself off the couch and grabbed your face with both his hands firmly as he turned your face towards him.

it was completely silent for a minute, only a soft sizzling heard from your drink that had spilled over on the carpet and was now soaking into it.

"don't." he said, breaking the silence. "don't ever blame yourself for what happened. you were doin your best and i was too, i just had a small hiccup but look at me now, the number one hero" he said, a small smile on his face. "and look at you, an amazing hero who's so damn good at their job. don't be so hard on yourself dumbass, no one could've controlled what happened that day."

you give him a small shaky smile, your eyes slightly welled up with tears. "yeah . . you're right." you say as he softly wipes your tears away with the back of his finger. "crybaby." "shut up."

you both softly laugh, comfortably enjoying each other's presence. as your laughter ceases you realize how close the two of you are. you could see every scar and bump of katsuki's beautiful face and the dimple on his left cheek

katsuki too was silently admiring you. your beautiful eyes, your cheeks, your nose and eventually, your lips. the same soft lips for which he had been longing for ever since you two were just high school kids and you gave him that stupid little kiss on the corner of his mouth.

his actions don't go unnoticed by you as your lips turn into a small smirk. "pro hero dynamight caught shamelessly staring at pro hero H/N (your hero name), find out all the deets in this article" you joke, a blush creeping up from his neck to the tip of his ears.

"shut up . . " he mumbled, looking into your eyes before he spoke again. "pro hero dynamight was caught asking pro hero H/N if he could kiss them. what was H/N's response?" he whispered, now deathly close to your face as he waited for your answer.

your lips parted slightly as your cheeks flushed into a deep red, perhaps even rivaling kirishima's hair. you give him a small nod to which he immediately crashes his lips onto yours. his hand slithered to the back of your neck, deepening the kiss as you tangled your fingers into his blonde hair.  

your heart felt warm and fluttery as your back hits the corner of your L-shaped couch. your lips molded with his perfectly, a slow and intimate rhythm between the two of you before you both pull away because humans need a stupid thing called oxygen.

katsuki rested his forehead against yours, panting slightly as you spoke. "woah there dynamight, we might just be the next big scandal. surely this will put an end to all your previous allegations?" you whisper, a stupidly large smile on your face. "they would never be true anyway. i like havin my pinky finger y'know?" he said which caused your eyebrows to raise. "what does your pinky finger have to do with this?" you asked as he gave you a dumb smirk. "did you forget already? what was it . . you want to pick apples with someone else?" he teases as you groan and cover your face with your palms. "shit . . how do you remember that?" "i'm someone who keeps his promises" he snickers, gently prying your hands away from your face as he puts up his pinky finger in front of your face.

you giggle at his childish antic but he doesn't seem to give a shit. "wanna renew our promise? just to make sure that we're stuck with each other." he says, wiggling his pinky around for yours. you smile, interlocking your pinky with his. "no taking back babygirl" you say, laughing as he gives you a revolted look at the nickname. "is it too late to change my mind?" he says, putting on a fake look of worry to which you grin evilly. "no escaping now my beautiful red-eyed princess" you yell, earning a sigh from him as you viciously maul him (give him a hug) and bury your face into his neck while giggling.

yeah . . he did like you that much.

NOTE — i dont know if apple cider (ITS NOT ALCOHOLIC RIGHT??IDK) tastes good or if his hair would smell like fruit punch but just pretend it does ok. ANYWAYS this idea had been lingering in my head for so long and i scrapped og ideas probabaly like 8934 times but hope you guys liked this final product!! (also guys did i eat with that line where he asked for consent before he kissed you guys i feel like that was so teehee)

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13 hours // katsuki bakugou smau

when you're abroad for an internship and he's starting to lose it

Bakugo x Reader: Confession

Summary: After Bakugo’s mental breakdown with Midoriya outside the dorms, you take it upon yourself to get him to open up. Of course it isn’t easy, but you two had known each other for years. Bakugo realises how he really feels and claims you as his own.

Rating: SFW

Genre: Fluff, angst, lime

Word Count: 4.7k

A/n: I love comfort fluff and tending to wound tropes... and I also used the headcanon that Bakugo needs hearing aids, so that is included in this fic. I’m also sorry about the slow updates... I’ll have some headcanons out for haikyuu in the new future so stay tuned!

The crisp night air flooded through the open windows as you held a warm drink in your chilly hands. A fluffy blank landed on your shoulders as Mina deposited them off to everyone. You shifted yourself to meet Mina’s extraordinary eyes, nodding in thanks. Mina returned with a cheery smile of her own.

All the girls of 1A populated the couches, basking in the much needed warmth. A few boys sat amongst you, such as Kaminari, Kirishima, Ojiro, and Sero. Mineta desperately cried for help, wrapped in a cocoon of Sero’s tape after a perverted comment directed at Momo. Todoroki did as he always did, awkwardly standing slightly adjacent to the lively group, a keen but kind eye flickering between classmates as they contributed to the conversation.

“Everyone!” Iida marched up to your group, “Leaving the windows open in this weather is incredibly irresponsible! You will all get a cold!” His rapidly chopping hands paused momentarily to hurriedly pull all the windows shut.

“Thanks, emergency exit!” Kirishima waved at the class representative. A satisfied expression washed over Iida’s face.

You rolled your eyes, slightly smiling at them, before taking a prolonged sip of your warm beverage. Without spilling it, you pulled your legs up on the couch to cross them.

The class was happily celebrating a successful hero licensing exam. All but Bakugo and Todoroki. Hagakure and Momo had insisted they could join you too. It didn’t surprise you that Todoroki showed up but Bakugo didn’t, for one of them took it a lot worse than the other.

Bakugo was your childhood friend, knowing him since forever. There wasn’t a time you didn’t know each other, but not quite outdating him knowing Midoriya. You never really announced yourselves as “friends”, per se. It more so happened by consistently interacting, never really introducing yourselves. One of those friendships that “just happened”, neither of you remembering when you really met each other. Turns out, your mothers had been friends for years prior.

As you two grew older, and Bakugo became more and more like... himself, you did not condemn for anything he would say to Midoriya, being quirkless. Luckily, you happened to manifest a fairly powerful quirk, so he never judged you for it. He could never find himself to explode at you whenever you told him to back off. He may yell, but it never went further than petty insults. Of course, Mitsuki would have been appalled with him if he did. She definitely had a soft spot for you.

Once starting at UA, Bakugo’s ego slowly but surely began to deflate. He began to obtain standards, something that surprised you plenty. You noticed how he acted around Kirishima. That was when you realised the difference between how he treated all his peers. He seemed to rank them - most worthy of his friendship and time to least. Upon witnessing Kirishima - someone pretty high in those “ranks” - interact with him, you noticed the outside perspective. How nice he was to you and Kirishima, compared to people like Midoriya.

Eventually, you grew an odd feeling in your chest whenever he showed up to class. Top buttons undone and without a tie. Or when you caught a glimpse of his ember swirling eyes. Not to mention during training, rocking up in that hero costume of his.

You even began to play a little game. Testing him to see how long you could pester, order, or genuinely annoy him before he literally exploded at you. More and more of late, that time stretched. Unfortunately, your little experiment didn’t go unnoticed. All the girls of 1A knew, questioning you about it. You passed it off as something you thought would be funny. Only Mina saw right through you. She knew you liked him and constantly teased you about it to no end. Midoriya and Kirishima were the only others to notice you pushing his buttons more than usual lately.

Uraraka’s voice broke through your elaborate train of thought, “Y/N...”

“Yeah?” You answered.

“Do you have any idea where Deku is?” Her voice trembled slightly, her cheeks going slightly pinker as she rubbed the back of her neck. She couldn’t be more obvious about her crush on Midoriya, so you had nothing to worry about. “He hasn’t come back since Bakugo said he wanted to talk to him. I’m kind of worried about him.”

A huff left your lips, “In all honesty, I am too. There’s no telling what Bakugo wanted to talk to him about.”

“He might be seeking girl advice,” Mina chimed in, sending a sly wink in your direction.

You immediately took a long sip of your drink, hoping the cup hid your slight blush as you furrowed your eyebrows at Mina.

“I highly doubt it,” Tsuyu placed a finger to her chin in thought, “I’m not sure that Bakugo would need that kind of advice. Especially not from Midoriya.” Your gaze fell.

“He probably wants to kill him,” Jirou shrugged her shoulders, taking a sip from her own drink.

Jirou’s comment silenced the group of 1A girls. Only condescending sipping of drinks and the guys chattering filled your ears. Your attention left your drink to the sound of shuffling feet approaching. Bright yellow eyes met yours when the source of the shuffling feet sat beside you.

“Ladies,” Kaminari’s smooth voice wooed as he rested his arms on the back of the couch, “What’re you guys talking about?”

Dyed red hair, held up by a graphic bandana, flashed your peripheral vision as Kirishima took a seat next to you. He pouted slightly when you flashed him an almost sarcastic smile. The pout couldn’t mask that he could see right through you. Worry for Bakugo plagued your mind. There was no doubt Midoriya had improved his ability to use his quirk. If Bakugo had indeed wanted to fight him, he definitely underestimated him.

“I’m sure he’s just in bed, Y/N,” Kirishima placed a hand on your shoulder, “It is way past eight-thirty.”

You stifled a small giggle, nodding at Kirishima’s words and mentally thanked him for his optimistic nature. You continued to sip your drink in silence, occasionally tuning in to Mina and Kaminari’s chaotic conversation. Overall, you felt the homeliness of this family created through 1A. A homeliness soon to be destroyed.

A loud bang caused everyone to close their mouths, the worst case scenario filled your head. Luckily, when you followed it to its source, it came to a slammed door. An easy answer came to your mind; the wind. However, standing before the door stood Bakugo and Midoriya. Both definitely looking a bit rough around the edges. A gauze on each cheek, they looked defeated. They refused to reach each other’s eyes, or any other pair staring them.

You cautiously planted your cup on the coaster before you, as if you were afraid of agitating Bakugo, easily spotting the anger and emotion in his ruby eyes.

“Bakugo and Midoriya!” Iida rushed over to them in a flash, his arms chopping up and down in anger, “Where on earth have you been? Why do you look like you just got into another brawl with some villains?”

“Shut the hell up, four-eyes,” Bakugo snapped, grumbling to himself. He stuffed his hands into his pockets, before storming past the couches.

Before anyone could stop you, you leapt to your feet. Your drink left behind, you rushed after Bakugo. The blanket around your shoulders flowed behind you like a cape, you called out to the angry blond, “Bakugo!”

Bakugo ignored you, continuing up the stairs. Hurriedly, you sped up the stairs and overtook him.

Your body blocked his, “Bakugo, what the hell happened?”

His head continued to hang low, his blond hair falling to obscure his eyes from view as you desperately tried to meet them. Scratches, grazes and cuts littered his face and arms, some covered up with gauze. The two gauzes on his cheeks mirrored each other, lightly stained in blood. Dust and dirt smudged up his arms; his wounds weren’t properly cleaned. His hands stuffed in his baggy sweatpants shook slightly, from both physical and emotional pain.

“Shut up, Y/N,” Bakugo’s wavering voice protested, failing at any attempted aggression, “I don’t need to tell you shit.”

You heaved in a shaky breath, “True, but I want to know. I might be able to help you.”

“You can’t help me,” his voice raised, causing you to step back. You really wished you could see his eyes, to see what kind of pain he was in.

“You won’t know that until you tell me what’s wrong,” you sighed, trying your best to stay calm and not snap back.

“Get out of my way...”

Bakugo harshly barged his shoulder into yours, causing you to stumble to the side slightly. You stepped after him as he continued to his dorm, the most likely place you imagined he would storm off to. You caught up again, flinging an arm out in front of him. His warm, sweaty hand latched onto your forearm. Your heart skipped a beat, relishing the ironically soft touch.

However, the softness of his touch contradicted his tone, “Y/N, move... right now...”

“Bakugo!” You cried, not afraid of the slightly startled boy before you. 

You didn’t budge or flinch as you laced your fingers between the ones he gripped onto your forearm with. With a soft touch, you lifted his chin upwards to get a perfect view of his face. 

His cut up face held the softest expression you had ever seen. No crease sat between his eyebrows, grazes over his forehead. The gauzes taped to his cheeks hid the worst of his face injuries, letting a small amount of blood to seep through it. His eyes glistened with tears, about to be spilt. They stung red, from previous tears.

Katsuki Bakugo stood before you, with tears in his eyes.

The Katsuki Bakugo.

“You can tell me, you know,” You hushed, once his bloodshot eyes met your sympathetic ones, “I’ve always been there for you, like when you got your hearing aids.”

One hand still holding his, you let the other one slip up to expose the small black device in his left ear. It wrapped around the back, resting behind his ear. A soft sympathetic smile graced your features, as Bakugo squeezed his eyes shut. He entered a vulnerable state, allowing you to wrap an arm around his lower neck and pull him into a hug.

“Please...” You whispered, “It’s better if you let it all out.”

Bakugo awkwardly stepped out of the hug, slipping his hand out of your grip. His eyebrows creased again, squinting his eyes to hold back any tears. He shoved his hands into his pockets, and refused to meet your eyes again.

“I’m just fucking pissed!” He raised his voice again, “I’m pissed at myself. At damn Deku! How did he become someone so damn special? And I didn’t!? When I finally get fucking recognised for something... it’s because I ended All Might! Why me?”

Your breath hitched. All of Bakugo’s pain unloaded onto you. All Might’s end happened a small while ago. He held this guilt in for that long? No wonder he was angry. In a way, you felt privileged and relieved Bakugo opened up to you. You always tried to be there for him. You wished you could have been there earlier, to stop him ever feeling like this in the first place.

“Bakugo...” You hushed his uneven breathing. It almost sounded like he was about to have a panic attack, “You couldn’t have prevented it. No one knew that it was going to happen. The last person who should be blaming themselves is you.”

“I could have done something! All I did was stand and watch. I left as soon as I saw you call out to me. Damn it!”

“Look at me, Bakugo,” digging into his pockets, you removed his hands from them and held them in your own, “If you didn’t leave when I called you, not only All Might would have ended. You would have too. And I don’t know what I would ever do if you did.”

A sharp inhale came from Bakugo’s parted lips, before he trailed off, “Da-damn it...”

“I care about you, Baku,” you let your thumbs run small uncoordinated circles on the back of his warm veiny hands. You couldn’t force yourself to look into his eyes, afraid of how he would respond. “I care more than you can ever imagine.”

“I- I-, fuck...” He couldn’t form sentences, let alone words. You, of course, couldn’t blame him. Not only because of his current emotional state, but you knew it would take a little bit more to get something so sincere out of Bakugo.

“It’s okay,” you finally met his red eyes, trying to mask the glossiness of your own, “It’s okay if you don’t return my feelings... I won’t take it too harshly.”

A small cocky grin slid its way onto Bakugo’s disheartened features, “Who said I didn’t, baka.”

Little giggles left your mouth as you wrapped your arms around his neck. A newfound sense of confidence filled you. Not only did you let the burden of your confession lift off your chest, but he reciprocated the feelings. You couldn’t wait to tell Mina all about it.

“Now...” All sadness and sorrow had drained from Bakugo, a sudden huskiness melted off his words, “Let me claim you as mine.”

“Wait, wha-” Without warning, Bakugo cut you off by pushing you forward towards the elevator at the end of the corridor. A small laugh left you again upon witnessing the determination - no matter what it was for - return to Bakugo. The Katsuki Bakugo you knew and loved was back.

Without letting go of your wrist, Bakugo frantically pressed the elevator button, “Hurry up, you damn elevator!”

“Yelling at it want make it come faster, you know.”

“Shut up, Y/N.”

Once the elevator pinged, the doors slid open. Bakugo rushed you inside, turning around to watch as the doors slid shut again. No words were spoken, both of you urgently watching the elevator travel up to the level his dorm stood located in. You adjusted your hand in Bakugo’s grip, only for him to squeeze your hand tighter. The small action caused a tiny smile to tug at your lips in satisfaction. Damn, it felt good to finally have him.

The travelling between the elevator and Bakugo’s dorms happened so quickly it was all a blur. The only thing you knew was the sound of the door slamming behind you, before you were back up against the wall beside it.

Bakugo’s rough, calloused hands pinned your wrists to your side. There was no time to protest before the gap between you two closed. Your lips roughly fought against his a loosing battle. His lips felt chapped but soft at the same time. The taste of nitroglycerin lingered between your lips, the smell of caramel wafting into your nostrils. His hands let go of your wrists, finding a new home firmly on your hips only to press you further against the wall. Hands now free, they rushed into his hair. Silky blond locks weaved in and out of your fingers before you ran them down his neck to grip his shoulders.

The tickling of his tongue on your bottom lip begged your lips open, allowing it to slip inside your mouth. You desperately fought against his rough movements, only to lose. He took complete dominance as he slipped a knee between your thighs and propped you even further up the wall. In retaliation, you wrapped your legs around his waist, so he supported your full weight. Your crotch shamelessly pressed against his lower abdomen.

A gasp left your mouth as his warm hands glided up your curves and beneath your shirt. Bakugo’s skilled fingers ran patterns on the soft skin of your back, sending countless satisfied shivers up your spine. Your mouths continued to move in sink as his fingers slid along the skin just beneath your bra. The moan that escaped your mouth sent a wicked smirk onto Bakugo’s lips. Without warning, Bakugo’s lips left yours and attached to the soft skin of your jaw. You tilted your head to the side to give him more access to trail kisses down the curve of your neck. At the same time, one of his hands ran to the clasp of your bra. He fiddled with it, desperately trying to unclasp it before he gave up and detached his warm mouth from your neck.

“Damn it,” his warm moist breath tickled your neck, “How does this shitty thing work?”

You let a laugh leave your lips as you arched your back for your own hands to slip up your shirt. In an instant, you had detached it. The bra lacked straps, causing it to immediately drop to the floor.

A growl left Bakugo as he began sucking on the soft flesh of your neck. His warm, wet tongue pressed and flicked against it. The occasional sensation of his teeth grazing over your neck made a shiver slide up your spine. Bakugo’s large hands travelled back to the front, fanning over you exposed breasts. They travelled over them until he lightly fondled them in his hand, squeezing gently. Your hands on his shoulders quickly gripped onto the fabric of his black tank top. One of his thumbs flicked over your hardened nipple, causing his name to fall from your mouth in a pleasurable moan.

Bakugo greedily grunted, whispering against your neck, “Yeah, I like that, Y/N...”

His tongue continued to trail over your skin, sucking and flicking until he pulled away. Your eyes fluttered open, leaning down to press your forehead against his. Slowly, Bakugo’s hands trailed back down your sides and pulled out of your shirt. Your feet made it safely back down to the ground. When you attempted to meet Bakugo’s eyes, you found them trailing over purple bruises covering your neck, continuing up to the start of your jaw.

“Now you’re mine,” Bakugo brought you into a safe hug, letting you rest your head into the crevice of his neck. Your eyes squeezed shut again, delving yourself completely into his sent of caramel.

“As far as first kisses go,” you teased, letting a cheeky grin slide onto your face, “that wasn’t half bad.”

“Damn well, it wasn’t half bad!” His voice lifted higher, a familiar angry tone taking over. An even bigger smile came to your face once you realised he had almost completely forgotten the predicament he was in previously. “That better have been the best kiss ever!”

A little string of laughs left you, “Yeah, yeah. It was the best. You got me there.”

The silence continued for a little longer, until Bakugo retreated out of the hug. He cleared his throat before turning away from you. You took the opportunity to rush to his mirror, observing the damage he had done. A dozen or so purple hickies littered across your neck. They travelled all the way to your jaw and almost your ears. It would take a lot of foundation to cover those up, you thought.

“I’m definitely yours, it seems,” you turned to Bakugo, who only grunted, “I almost look as beat up as you.”

“I’m fine,” came his reply.

“You still need to clean those wounds and cover them up.”

“I don’t need Recovery Girl.”

“No, we shouldn’t bother Recovery Girl right now. I’d be happy to do it for you in the girls bathroom. Mr Aizawa is long gone, don’t worry about him catching us.”

“What about your annoying extras?”

“If any of the girls come in, I’m sure they’ll understand and make a pretty quick exit. I promise.”

Bakugo huffed in reply as you tilted your head in the direction of the door. You made your way to the door. As you reached out for the door handle, a bundle of black was thrown at you.

“Cover up, damn it,” Bakugo shoved his hands in his pockets and joined you by the door, “You don’t even have a bra on.”

“Oh, yeah,” you hurriedly unfolded the black clothing item, to find it was one of Bakugo’s plain black hoodies. You slipped it over your head and let it drop down a little further than your hoodies usually would. Caramel scent engulfed you, making it clear it hadn’t been washed since the last wear. Normally, that would disgust you, but it was your boyfriend’s. You plotted how long you were going to hold onto it in your head as you bundled the hood around your neck.

You gestured to yourself, only to receive a shrug from Bakugo. The shrug couldn’t hide the tiny reddish tint on his cheeks from the sight of you in his clothes. A victorious smile made it to your face, and you opened the door.

The journey to the girl’s bathrooms was uninterrupted. You led him there, linking pinkies the whole way. He hesitated to walk through the door, after all it was the female bathroom. The door shut suddenly behind you as you pointed Bakugo to sit on the bathroom counter. Swinging open the cabinet above the sink, you pulled out a small box of first aid supplies. You placed you hands on your hips after allocating the box a spot next to Bakugo.

“Take your shirt off,” you demanded, the authoritative tone desperately hiding the redness of your ears.

“Why?” Bakugo grumbled, mocking you with arms crossed.

“So I can see if you have any further injuries,” You opened the first aid box, pulling out a dry rag. Out of the corner of your eye, you spied Bakugo lifting his tank top over his head to reveal his toned chest and abs as you ran cold water over the rag. Wringing it of excess water, you turned to see him checking himself over for any injuries.

“Nothing,” Bakugo bluntly replied.

“Yes, but your ribs are bruised,” you pointed at the green patches of flesh along his sides. The mirror didn’t indicate any wounds or bruises on his back. Without warning, you dragged the moist rag over the bruises. A few droplets of water rolled down his chiseled stomach as he pulled back.

“That shit is cold!” Bakugo exclaimed, “I’m getting wet now, damn it!”

“It’s a rag with water, what did you expect?” You hummed, continuing to trace the bruised ribs softly with the rag. You leaned over the counter to grab hold of his closest hand, resting your sover it. “Stay still.”

Once you had finished, you gently gripped one of his forearms. The cloth traced his skin, washing it clean. You had to scrub it softly at some points, but avoided any of the open grazes and cuts. You travelled the cloth to run over his biceps, this time lightly dabbing at the largest graze. Your skilled hands couldn’t hide the blush on your face, especially with his fiery eyes watching your every move. They occasionally shifted to your concentrated features.

The cloth quickly passed over his shoulders and chest, before repeating the process on his other arm. This one wasn’t as scratched up as the other, making your job a lot simpler. Once you finished, you took a step back over to the sink.

“You’re probably gonna hate what I’m about to do,” you sighed, wringing out the rag after rinsing it.

“What are you gonna do?” He demanded, less agitated than he usually would be.

You didn’t answer with words but with your actions. Stopping the dripping of the rag, you dragged it around the gauze on his cheek. His hand swiped up, grabbing your wrist and pulling my hand away from his face.

“Die shitty rag! How dare you come near my face!”

A full hearted laugh left your lips, your head tilting back, “I’m trying to help you, baka. Please let me.”

Bakugo studied your face for a short while, until he ripped his eyes away, “Fine.” He left his cheek exposed, letting you place the rag back onto it. All the dust and ash had been scrubbed from his cheeks and nose. You softly dragged the rag over his forehead, softly dabbing it over a shallow graze. Once, your hand pulled away, you leaned up to place a soft kiss on his forehead.

“Are you done?” Bakugo rolled his eyes, pressing his bare back against the mirror.

You shook your head, “Nope. Not even close.” You placed the damp rag in the sink, digging around in the first aid box again. Bakugo groaned in annoyance, causing you to smile and shake your head again.

Cold plastic slipped between your finger tips - a small bottle of antiseptic. Pulling it out, you placed a few cotton balls next to it. Carefully, you dropped a small amount of antiseptic onto the cotton ball. You lifted it towards Bakugo, who grimaced at the sight.

“I can’t promise this won’t hurt,” you hissed in empathy, hesitantly detaching he hand from the counter. Pulling his arm closer, you dabbed the cotton ball onto one of the shallow grazes on his forearm.

Bakugo immediately pulled back, “Antiseptic can die!” You smiled, knowing that was his way of saying that it stung.

“It’s gonna sting a little bit,” you rolled your eyes, “I did tell you that.”

Your hand swiped out to grab his wrist in it again as he constantly ripped it away, “Katsuki Bakugo! It’ll get infected and hurt even more if you don’t let me do this!” You exclaimed in a playful seriousness.

“Say that again,” the grimace on Bakugo!s face dropped, his features now softer.

“It’ll get infected?”

“No, baka. My name.”

“Your name? Katsuki Bakugo?”

The smirk on his face now unmistakable, he placed a hand on your waist, “Yeah, call me Katsuki. I like when you say my name.”

A similar smirk crossed your face as you placed a hand over his on your waist. Without warning him, you took the cotton ball and frantically dabbed it onto the next graze. Katsuki grunted, whipping his arm out of your reach.

His eyes remained glued in the victimised graze, “What the hell? That was a dirty trick!”

“It worked, though,” you replied, drenching a new cotton ball in antiseptic, “That’s all that matters.”

“Whatever.”

Eventually, he gave up fighting against you, allowing you to finish applying antiseptic to grazes and cuts on his arms and shoulders without much fuss. You left the injuries covered by the gauze on his cheeks alone, immediately tending to the largest and most tender graze on his forehead. With your free hand, you pushed back his blond hair that shaded it. You kept that hand lovingly caressing the start of his hairline, while the other hesitantly dabbed at the graze.

Katsuki hissed through his teeth, causing you to slip your hand down the side of his face. You held his cheek in your palm and sent him an apologetic look.

“I’m sorry,” you placed the cotton ball down into the small pile of used ones under Katsuki’s observant gaze.

“I think I’m going to leave that one exposed. It needs to dry out to heal properly,” you explained thoroughly. A grunt left Katsuki as you pulled out more gauzes and a roll of bandage.

After a silent moment, you had successfully wrapped up his entire right forearm in a bandage. A large gauze covered a wide but shallow graze on his left shoulder and a couple of smaller ones littered over some small ones on his left bicep.

As you began to quietly pack up the first aid box, you felt a pair of arms slide around your waist. You stood on your tippy-toes to place it back in the cabinet, only for the limbs to wrap around you tighter. Katsuki’s breathtaking red eyes met yours in the reflection of the mirror, where you swayed in his arms in contentment.

“When I’m let off this shitty house arrest,” Katsuki grumbled into your marked neck from your previous activities, “I’m taking you out.”

“Yeah,” you laughed, leaning your head against his, “I’d love to, Katsuki.”

“It wasn’t a choice.”

A giggle left your lips, leaving both of you happy as you stood in each other’s arms.

Prince!Bakugo x Maid!reader

Summary:The barbaric and infamous prince has returned victorious from war, and as the only maid he ever lets get near him, you’re the one who gets to tend to him now that he’s back home.

WARNINGS: Mentions of blood, nudity, angst to comfort

Ik all Bakugo fans are having a hard time out there rn, so heres some good comfort

He’s come back from once again another glorious win, putting both pride and more blood on the royal families history as the whole empire celebrates, after one long year of being away at war on the border of the neighbouring kingdom, finally the finishing act of his violent spectacle has come to a close. In celebration of such, the acting Queen declared a banquet to be held in the royal palace the very same night of his arrival, accessible to the entire upper and middle class, a party full of fancy dresses that took seamstress’s months to sew together, full of nobles wishing to gain connections, music of all sorts and food you couldn’t even imagine to be so delicious until it melts in your mouth.

A banquet like this was a huge opportunity, it wasn’t often the middle class got to freely mingle with the upper class, and it wasn’t often you were given the chance to get off work to go to a social gathering, as a palace maid it was required for you to stay in the palace at all times until your seasonly holiday, so of course when a courtier visited the servant quarters to announce how all palace workers have the opportunity to celebrate the occasion, it was reasonable how they all squealed in excitement; hugging each other, pulling out their fancy jewellery stuck at the very bottom of their suitcases and dressers, deciding what dress would be the most appropriate for such an event- but not you.

You didn’t have the liberty to go to such an event, not after being dubbed “the lion keeper”. After six long years of working in the palace, the sole and only maid his highness would ever let tend to him or wait on him, was you. Which is why you knew you couldn’t go to the banquet, not yet; you were the only person he would let check over his wounds and scars from war.

And so there you were, rather than wearing a gorgeous soft luxurious dress, with pearls and crystals adorning your ears and collar, instead you were wearing your tattered uniform from every other day, with a warm bucket of water sitting by your feet, washcloth in hand, waiting for the lion to enter his den. Between your hands and the washcloth your hands felt sweaty, and your feet couldn’t help but shuffle around a bit in their place, feeling restless. You felt nervous. After a long year you’re going to go back into your routine of tending to Bakugo once more, somehow you felt excited to see him again.

As if thinking of him was enough to spawn him, the front door to his chambers came launching open, the wide doors lined with gold shone as he stepped through them, the two guards that had escorted him made a courteous bow before politely closing the doors behind him as he walked in. You didn’t entirely know how to react to his return, the barrier of professionalism as his maid held you back from tearing up and giving him a hug, no matter how much you felt like a friend to him, you were still a maid. So there you stood in your place, welcoming him to his chamber with a genuine smile, ready to return to your routine of diligently serving him.

“You kept the place clean.”

“Of course your highness”

It was an absent remark he made, while fidgeting with the hilt of his sword sitting on his belt, you weren’t expecting some sort of compassion from him as an old friend to announce his return, but somehow having him notice your efforts to keep his chambers clean and in the exact order he left it to be in made you feel accomplished, warm. That warm feeling of happiness inside you was enough to tell you that you really weren’t dreaming, he’s returned.

“Drop the highness bullshit, you know I hate it- why did you keep my room clean? Everyone was saying I was as good as dead when I left the palace and you know it”

He feels a little agitated to hear you address him so formally, and the tension already in the air causes him to lash out a little, his prickly attitude quickly resurfacing. But no matter, by now you’re already used to it and it doesn’t phase you at all, even after a year.

“Well, Bakugo, I chose not to listen to them because I knew you’d come back.”

You bow your head as you speak, correcting yourself to use his name, it’s been so long since you called him bakugo. While smiling respectfully you kept up your stubborn attitude, always rooting for his highness. Bakugo couldn’t help but feel a little relieved to see that after a year you still haven’t changed at all, knowing this he felt more comfortable, and just as he thought, his name still rolled off your tongue like honey, if he were given the opportunity to hear it come from you forever more he truly believed he would take it.

The thought of you believing in him made him feel warm. That soft vulnerable feeling in his chest was one only you could coax him into feeling, your compliments and words were the only things able to make him feel this way, only you. In that warmth Bakugo fell silent, the roaring lion with his bloody paws and tattered fur felt docile under the care of the kind rabbit. In the silence, you clenched the washcloth between your hands, remembering what you were here to originally do.

“If we wait here any longer, your bath will no longer be how you like it Bakugo”

Bakugo glances at the bathroom door, before looking back at you amidst the silence, somehow feeling a little embarrassed now at the thought of undressing with you near after a year of being apart. Although he would never let it show on his face.

“I will give you some time to undress, please call me in when you’re ready”

“Yeah yeah same ol’ shit no need to tell me”

You stand beside the bathroom door in his bedroom and watch him walk past you, slouching as he always does, before shutting the door. Once he was completely out of your sight, your mind can’t help but wonder a little, maybe it was because he’s spent a year away, but he somehow seems a little more like a man now that he’s come back, his face seemed more defined with a sharper gaze, his body more muscular yet still lean, he clearly became more attractive. Your heart skipped more than a few beats when thinking about how much he’s changed, not that you didn’t love him all the same just as he was before.

Meanwhile, Bakugo slowly undid the buttons on his shirt, ripping open his collar and placing the jewelled cuff-links in his sleeve in a basket at last, he felt like he was suffocating in his royal uniform. Usually he would always leave the first button open, it felt much cooler to him rather than being suffocatingly hot. But he wanted to make an effort. He had heard women prefer a man who looks well kept and put together, but thinking about it now, he felt stupid. Did he really put himself through that to impress you? Somehow he felt like he needed to prove himself to you, prove that he’s grown while away. Since when did he start thinking of you like that? Someone to impress.

He pushes back his thoughts about you, like he has with all his other thoughts about you, the ones about how soft your hair seemed when it brushed against him, how your smile was something he sought out ever since it first made his heart jump, how loved you made him feel. Loved. It was a concept he knew close to nothing about, but he was sure what you made him feel is what it was, if the affection he felt for you undeniably wasn’t love, then he was sure that love in itself had to be a lie. He wasn’t sure when you stopped being “the least annoying maid” to him, and started being the woman he keeps close in his heart, perhaps it happened in-between all the times you endlessly defended his reputation, or in all the times you were there for him, comforting him and taking care of him, however when it really happened didn’t all that matter anymore, because it was something irreversible.

Wrapping a towel around his waist, he looked at himself in the mirror, covered in bandages to avoid fresh wounds from reopening, the last few weeks of war were brutal, traumatic even, he blinked once and a slash on his chest appeared. Looking at himself now, he realises that trying to seem tidy and clean had no point, not when his body was littered with gruesome wounds and scars already forming everywhere. You had to be disgusted by him. And if you weren’t already, then he was sure when you were cleaning his wounds you’d be repulsed by him by the end of it. He shouldn’t care what you think, he knows he shouldn’t, at the end of the day he’s an heir to the royal throne while you’re just a woman from the middle class who landed a lucky job in being a palace maid. But regardless, he regretfully cared.

Dipping a hand into the bath water, he felt its mild bittersweet warmth as he finally noticed the soothing scent of the herbs you used. His favourite. You knew his likes and dislikes far too well, you lured him to be more comfortable with you than with anyone else, the happiest with you, and he was afraid it would all end when you see his wounds. Sitting at the edge of the bath, his heart raced, calling out to you.

“You may enter now”

Funnily enough, you jumped hearing his voice, as if the lion were not tame in your presence, you walked carefully while entering the bathroom, coming face to face with bakugo, leaning on the edge of the bathtub, a large bandage hugging his chest, while smaller cuts and scars remained unattended to in other areas, suddenly the light feeling in your chest from seeing him again was completely crushed by a depressing empathy at his pain, immediately you approached him, muscle memory already knowing exactly what to do, dropping the soft cotton cloth in a basin of cold water for later, your hands carefully approached his bandages, fingers sliding on his chest with such a light touch, if one more layer of bandage were to be on his chest he wouldn’t have even felt you.

While you gently pulled at his bandages, Bakugo shrunk in his spot, bracing himself for the look of disgust, maybe spite, he’s aware of how all the palace maids were away at the banquet by now, while you were stuck here tending to his vile wounds, it was his fault you were here, perhaps if he weren’t so selfish, you would be at the banquet sipping at all the free fine champagne, mingling with other young ladies your age, instead you were stuck in the pitiful lions cage.

But there was no disgust, nor was there a grimace, or groan, or a twist in your features, rather when you removed the bandage, you smiled, happy to see that his wound was not as terrible as the bandage seemed to have made it look, the wound was already starting to heal and stitches wouldn’t be necessary at all. Thank God. Relief for different reasons spread across both your features. The scowl Bakugo constantly wore to hide any other emotion has softened, as you lifted the cotton cloth and dabbed it at his wounds, cleaning up the dried blood the bandages couldn’t soak up. Bakugo hissed when you pressed a little too hard and you instantly recoiled back; looking up at his face to see if you had hurt him badly.

“Did I hurt you?”

You did. In fact his wound stung a little more than before, but he didn’t shout at you, he wore the same softened expression, he couldn’t help it, that look of concern you wore for him and only him made him feel terribly appreciated, because while other nobles always gave him remarks of “adoration” or “appreciation”, yours were always the most genuine.

“You didn’t.”

His voice is hoarse from trying to keep it low, yet still equally soft, tender and loving. It makes your face feel warm as you leave yourself with no other choice but looking back down at his chest to clean up the last of the blood. Dabbing more gently, trying hard to not hurt him again. You knew he lied about being hurt, no man hisses like that if he weren’t hurt, but you didn’t want to press on the matter any further, the lines under his eyes showed how tired he was.

“I’m all done cleaning your wounds Bakugo, you can step into the bath and I’ll help wash your hair now”

Bakugo feels a wave of embarrassment flood on him, as do you, as he slowly removes the towel around his waist, handing it to you to fold, avoiding your eyes while stepping into the bath. After taking the towel from him, you quickly turned your back to him, folding the towel and placing it on the marble sink counter, pretending to be occupied for a minute until you heard the bath water settle with him in the tub.

A silence breaks out as you turn around, rinsing Bakugos hair as he’s already obediently lifted his chin upwards so the water won’t get in his eyes, before you lather soap in your hands and gently massage his scalp. For the first time in far too long, Bakugo closed his eyes without a lingering fear of death in his chest. He would never admit it, that being a royal was hard enough when dealing with so many assassination attempts and how war was far worse for him. Since coming back to the empire he was still yet to fully relax himself, until now. your dainty fingers diligently pressing onto his head with care, washing away all the grime and dirt on him. While the warm water soaked into his rough war-torn skin, untying all the rough knots between his overworked muscles, you couldn’t help but let out a sniffle. The choking feeling of loneliness when Bakugo was away for so long hits you all at once.

He’s back. He’s returned.

Bakugo cracks open an eye to look at you when hearing the small whimper come from you, only to see your wobbly smile as tears prick the corners of your eyes, you tried to pretend nothing was wrong as you continued to scrub at his scalp until he suddenly tilted his head up to get a good look at you. Realising that he’s noticed, you curse at his perceptiveness and turn your back to him, trying to wipe away at your tears. You must seem stupid. Crying in front of the crown prince- how humiliating, he probably wants you out of his chambers for being a nuisance, the thought of him looking at you cruelly like he did all the other maids made you feel worse.

“I’m sorry I-“

You apologise, making Bakugo more worried as he sits up, and for the first time since he’s returned home, he calls out to you by your name, reaching out for your arm and tugging on it to turn you around, his voice stern yet still laced with evident concern for you. When you turn around to face him he feels guilty for how high his heart leaps, your cheeks a rosy colour with tears shining under the candlelight of the chandelier of the bathroom, using one of your hands to try cover your eyes as if you weren’t so obviously crying. The thought of how beautiful you were even with tears in your eyes was unable to escape his mind as he called out to you by your name again.

“Did you miss me while I was gone?”

The question was abrupt; and once again he was being selfish, deep down in the pit of his heart, he wanted you to miss him, to care for him so deeply it brings you to tears, the greedy lion had never received affection so deep and genuine from anyone else, so when he did he began to crave it, crave it so deeply that he refused to be around anyone except you. Though it may sound poisonous, villainous maybe even treacherous, he really hoped your tears were for him, and only him, he couldn’t stand the thought of anyone else or anything else making you cry that was out of his power, at the very least if it were him who made you cry, he would be able to make it better.

You look at Bakugo for a moment, surprised by his abrupt question, so many thoughts rushed though your head. I missed you, I missed you so much the air felt like it wanted to strangle me whenever I thought about how long you’ve been gone for, you’re everything to me my soul my life my reason of living. And yet, all you could manage was a choked sob, clogging your throat with a lump of emotions, your legs felt weak as you unintentionally kneeled, trying to cover your cry. The way you broke down when he asked was enough of an answer for him, cupping your face, leaning out of the bathtub now, water dripped onto the skirt of your uniform and the tiled floor as he pulled your face towards him, calling out your name once more.

“I’m here now, I’m here for you”

Your lip quivered at his words, because while in a formal setting he is your boss, when he held you like this, with a voice so uncharacteristically gentle you can barely recognise, and a touch so hesitant, trying so desperately to not cross a line, he truly seemed like he cared for you, like he loved you as much as you loved him.

You cried in the palms of his rough hands that were capable of holding the world in them, yet they still chose to hold onto you. With nothing to dry your tears, he tried to wipe them away with his thumbs, lulling you into calming down as he shushed you gently. He wanted to tell you he loved you, to tell you that in the past 6 years he’s loved you more than the average heart should be capable of, he loves you so much his heart aches for you, burns for you, he wants to tell you the only reason he put his life in danger at war was for you, to prove himself to the queen that he’s capable and strong enough as it is, that a political marriage is unnecessary if he comes home victorious all so he can be with you. But through all 6 years, he’s always been afraid, of what? He's afraid of change, rejection, of you not being able to reciprocate the sheer raw love and desire he has for you despite your enormous heart that was able to handle being the maid of the infamous barbaric prince.

Through soaked eyelashes, you look back up at Bakugo, you weren’t sure why, but the usual sandpaper fingertips of his felt so soft against your skin, perhaps it was the love that was woven into each of his touches that made them so soothing, or at least thats what you hoped. Your eyes glistened like crystal balls as you stared into his glorious scarlet reds, a colour you grew to love thanks to him.

“Did you miss me too Katsuki?”

You take a leap of faith, using his first name as you admit to missing him in his absence all at once, your heart beats louder than festival drums in your chest as you waited for an answer, however as his lips pursed together, seemingly thinking of what to say, you feel that thumping in your heart turn into the hammering of heart break, what was he so hesitant to say? You must have crossed a line. You couldn’t believe yourself for being so naiv-

“I love you.”

In all your life, in all his life, neither of you had heard those 3 words come out of his lips all together at once, but now that you have, you can admit that theres no sound more wondrous and beautiful than his confession, nothing will ever have a more special place in your heart than him and his words, than the reciprocation of your strong feelings. And the wobbly sweet smile on your face that quivered from just crying paired together with your blush was enough to tell him that you felt the same way too.

2 leaps of faith in one night, and a blossoming love at long last.

And thats the end! I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! please consider dropping a like and especially a reblog with your thoughts :)) your nice comments give me loads of encouragement to keep writing!

KEEP YER HEART AFLAME

cowboy!bakugo x fem!reader

drabble drabble drabble

i love cwbkg sm omg prepare to be sick of me.

just fluff, the soft and tender sweetness we all want from a man.

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cicadas chirped and trees swayed in the wind as you laid on your bed, your balcony doors open letting in a warm gentle breeze. you laid clad in a white silk nightgown that had delicate lace on the neckline and hem of the dress. in your hand was a book, Pride and Prejudice, the light from your bedside lamp illuminating the room just enough for you to see the words on the paper. truth be told you had grown quite tired in the past 30 minutes, but you were determined to stay up. to see the man of your dreams, the man who rocked your world, your husband.

deciding it was about the time your husband got home, you decided to get ready for bed. washing and freshening up in your bathroom was always one of your favorite things to do.

during your nightly routine you hear the front door open from downstairs and close, heavy steps on wood flooring echoing through the house. you finished up by brushing your hair and make your way out from the en-suite bathroom to greet the handsome fellow you get to call yours.

“hey handsome” you purr, voice soft as you throw your arms loosely around his neck. his arms tighten around your waist and he looks at you, frowning.

“thought i told ‘ya not ta wait up on me” the sleepiness was evident in his voice.

you give him that small little smile you know will make him cave in as you trace his biceps, slow and gentle. you meet his eyes, reaching up to tenderly caress his cheek, looking at him like he hung the moon and the stars with those two big hands of his.

“well what kinda wife would i be if i didn’t make sure my husband came back t’me safely hmm?” you continue to hold his gaze, soft and small hand still on his cheek as silence falls between the both of you.

it’s a comfortable silence, the kind were you enjoy each other’s presence, the kind you have when you drink coffee together in the morning, the kind when you’re taking a bubble bath and reading while he shaves his face by the sink, the kind when you’re both laid up in each other’s arms and watching the trees gently sway in the summer breeze.

he’s still pouting, but his eyes soften just the slightest. he turns his head to your hand and kisses your palm, holding your gaze.

you melt under his stare.

“you oughtta not make’a habit outta’ this” but you know you’ve won, despite his words.

“i reckon it wouldn’t be too bad t’come home t’your wife with open arms for you now would it?” you grin with a catlike smile and he rolls his eyes, but his lips still tug upward in a smile nonetheless.

his eyes meet the red lights of the alarm clock on your nightstand and his frown returns.

11:41pm

he sighs and looks at you again, eyes gentle and filled with guiltiness. “sweets it’s quite late f’you to wait f’me to get home. you should be sleepin right about now” and you know he feels guilty, that he feels like he’s the one keeping you up. but he’s so wrong.

not a day goes by where you ever regret waiting for your husband to come home. you spend your mornings and evenings waiting for his arrival, day to night. sure he’s right outside tending to the animals but he’s always so busy, doing hard work. so you watch from afar, waiting for him to come back into the house, back into your arms. he’s a bright and big flame, and your heart happens to be a chimney on a snowy day in december, waiting to be lit.

so yes, you will stay up for your husband, even if he nags and nags at you to take your ass to bed. you will always be in your bed, waiting upon his arrival, waiting for his flame to ignite your heart again.

“darlin, id wait for you even if i knew you weren’t coming home that night. even if it meant i get no sleep for a week straight” your eyes are full of love and your face looked so tender, so serene.

he grips you tighter and shoves his head into the crook of your neck, planting a few light kisses. you bask in his warmth, one hand reaching to card through his hair and the other lay at the base of his neck.

his stubble tickles your neck and you try not to laugh, but a couple of giggles slip out. he gently pulls away from you, arms still around your waist, and looks at your face, searching for something. when he can’t find it he sighs, staring at you. he looks like he wants to say something, like something is on the tip of his tongue, but he can’t get it out.

so you wait.

you wait until he’s gathered all of his thoughts, until he knows what he wants to get out.

“why do you do that?” he pouts and you’re confused.

you tilt your head to the side, “do what hun?” and there’s a beat of silence, another one where he’s collecting his thoughts.

“love me like it’s as easy as breathin’”

you pause and think. just where in the world did this man come from, and why did he have to be so damn adorable.

you have no other words to say, besides the truth of course.

“because it is. lovin’ you was the easiest and best thing i’ve ever done in my life.”

MHA/BNHA EXAM HEAD CANNONS!

It's the last exam of the year for me and I'm stressing. So here we are. Requests are open be respectful and mindful when making them.

Character listed: Ejiro Kirishima,

Katsuki Bakugou, Izuku Midoriya,

Ejiro is definitely serious about exams and studies for them a lot but not the point of exhaustion.

He would make sure to help you with anything you didn't understand making sure you are both adequately prepared.

If he noticed you overworking he'd force you to eat and nap with you.

In the event you burn out or anything of the sort he'd take care of you.

If it was more of a motivation thing he'd let you study alongside him offering help where and when he can but also giving you lots of works of encouragement, affirmations, kisses and cuddles

No matter the result he'd be proud of you and celebrate no matter what.

Katsuki would most definitely offer to let you study with him but otherwise he'd tell you when he was planning on doing so, just so you could avoid disturbing him for unimportant reasons.

If you were struggling in any subject he'd take it upon himself to help out, making sure by the end of the session you made at least some type of progress.

If you overwork yourself to the point of exhaustion he'll take care of you only after he gave a 30 minute lecture on how overworking is only harming you in the long run.

In the event of burnout and or exhaustion afterwards he'd take care of you, finding small ways to keep your mind off scores or anything of the sort

He'd set a goal for you to reach making sure it was reasonable for you such an I'd you got an __% to reach for at least 10-20% more on the next test

No matter what as long as he knows you tried your best he'd tell you at least once he was proud of you followed by a kiss.

Izuku would study prefusly but knows his limits and would offer to study together mostly so he could be around you

If you'd struggled with anything, he was a nerd and could almost always help.

He likes to hold you a lot so between breaks he'd probably lean on you or cuddle with you.

In the event of overworking yourself he'd probably notice before it got bad warning you it could fall back on you.

If you didn't listen and burnt out anyways he'd comfort you with kisses and such.

No matter the score he would buy you a gift for working hard making sure to give lots of words of affirmation.

Shorter than what I wanted sorry