#katsuki bakugou x neighbor!reader is giving grumpy and sunshine trope!!!
Imagine being the only one who gets to witness the King Explosion Murder being a total clumsy mess when he first entered your bedroom. You always visited his before thisâlike it was your second home. But how did you even manage to get his grumpy little ass to act like a well-behaved puppy around you?
You, a 6-year-old tiny ball of sunshine, were just minding your businessâthrowing pebbles instead of coins into the empty park fountain, wishing for a new All Might coloring book. Then suddenlyâyou heard it.
You turned around, curious, and spotted a blonde, spiky-haired kid on the ground. He was grunting, scowling at his scraped knee that was now gushing with blood like it had a personal vendetta. Drama much?
Concerned, you ran up to him and said, âDonât touch it! Youâll make it worse!â
He muttered something rude like, âIâm fine, stupid!â but you didnât mind. You just pouted, ignored his bad attitude, and gently pulled out your most prized possessionâa sparkly All Might bandage from your tiny pocket.
With the brightest smile on your face, you handed it to him like it was some sacred offering.
âHere! Heals faster when All Mightâs on it,â you chirped. And thatâs how you won the heart of the angriest boy you met.Â
By the time you finished sticking the bandage on for him, he was already pink in the faceâand not from the wound.
You are shockedâand honestly kind of happyâto see him again when you and your family move into your new home.
Heâs your new neighbor.
His momâvery sweet lady, actually, even with the matching scowl like his sonâgreeted your family with homemade food and warm smiles. Then she turned to her son and said with a sharp little squint: âKatsuki. Be nice to her. Make sure she doesnât feel alone on her first day of school.â
He scowled. âTch. Whatever.â
But the next day at school, he really took it to heart. All your worries about being the new kid, about sitting alone at lunch or not knowing anyone? Gone.
Because Bakugou Katsuki sat beside you like heâd been doing it foreverâplopping his lunchbox down and muttering, âTch. Everyone hereâs annoying. Youâre less annoying.â
Which, from him, was basically a love letter.
You were just about to wander around, maybe sit under a tree and daydream again, when he came stomping overâhands behind his back, scowl firmly in place, ears suspiciously pink.
Without a word, he held something out to you. An All Might coloring book.
Exactly like the one you were wishing for just last week, when you were tossing pebbles into that dry park fountain.Â
âYou can use my colors too⊠if you want.â He said, your eyes sparkled. âYou have the glitter ones?!â
âYea,â he muttered, ears turning pink. âRecess is almost over. If you wanna finish it, we can⊠do it at my house.â
And that was the beginning.
One coloring book afternoon at his house. You sitting cross-legged on his bedroom floor, brows furrowed in intense concentration, carefully coloring All Mightâs cape like your life depended on not going out of the lines. And Bakugou? Sitting next to you, pretending not to stare.
His glitter crayons sat open between you two like a peace offering. Every time your hand reached out, he nudged the right color toward youâwithout even looking up. Like he knew what youâd need before you asked.
Heâd never say it, but he thought it was kind of cool. How serious you got when coloring. How your nose scrunched a little when you were focused.
His mom, peeking in to call you both for snacks, froze.
Because there was her sonâthe same boy who used to scream at the neighbor kids for stepping on his side of the sidewalkânow sitting quietly, watching you, with the softest, most secret smile on his face.
He didnât even notice she had her phone out.
After that day, his mom got very used to seeing you around. Like clockwork.
At first, sheâd greet you at the door with a smile and snacks. But after the fifth⊠maybe seventh coloring session, she waved her hand and said, âYou donât need to ring the doorbell anymore, sweetie. Just come right in. Heâs in his room.â
Bakugou shouted from upstairs, âDONâT JUST TELL PEOPLE THATâ!!â You giggled. And kept visiting anyway.
One coloring session turned into building a volcano project together in middle school. (âDonât mess up the lava part, dumbass.â âIâm not, Katsuki! Youâre the one holding it sideways!â)
That turned into movie nights on weekends, where he claimed he âwasnât crying, itâs just allergiesâ during the sad scenes and would immediately throw popcorn at you if you stared for too long.
Eventually, it became walking home from high school side by side.
Him picking you up from your school, still wearing his slightly unkept U.A. uniform, your backpack slung lazily over his shoulder, the both of you walking closeâyour hands brushing against each other with every step.
Now, the two of you stood in front of your house.
âIf youâre free tomorrow afternoon⊠we could play Mario Kart,â he muttered, handing you your backpack like it wasnât a big deal.
He watched as you gave him your usual goodbyeâthen stood there quietly until the door shut behind you.
Bakugou pulled out his phone, unlocking it with one hand. A new notification from the Class 1-A group chat popped up.
Denki: Iâm TELLING YOU that man has a girlfriend.
He rolled his eyes. All because those three idiots couldnât shut their mouths and spread it in the entire class what happened when they visited. And now, the entire class wouldnât shut up.Â
He rolled his eyes and locked his phone.
He turned it back on and stared at his wallpaper.
It was you and him on the floor, coloring the All Might book.
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