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Part 7

The scent of warm chocolate chip cookies hit you the second Bakugou unlocked his front door. He barely gave you time to step inside before forcing out a greeting, shoving a plate of fresh cookies into your hands, and dragging you straight up the stairs to his bedroom.

"Don't get used to it," he muttered under his breath, though his cheeks held a faint dusting of warmth as you happily took a bite. Delicious, but you wouldn’t tell him that.

His bedroom was meticulously organized, other than the complex desk setup taking over the corner, dual monitors, a high-end mic on a boom arm, a streaming deck, and a brand-new ring light clamped onto the edge, glowing with a harsh, blinding radiance.

“Sit," he commanded, pointing toward his bed. "I need you to tell me which preset doesn't make me look washed out. Sero ssays the warm light looks better, but he's a dumbass, so I need a better opinion."

You kicked off your shoes and sat back against his headboard, completely out of the camera's frame, munching on your fresh cookies. "Hit me."

He cycled through three settings, cool white, natural, and warm ambient. While clicking through the controller, his eyes darted to you through the mirror reflection on his monitor.

"So.." He started, his tone abruptly dropping into something he clearly thought sounded 'casual.' He clicked the light setting aggressively. "You've been hanging around Eyebags a lot lately."

You raised an eyebrow. "Shinsou? Yeah, I went to his band's show at Pubs the other night. He's actually pretty cool once you talk to him."

Bakugou scoffed loudly, slamming the light controller onto his desk with a little too much force. "Cool? The guy looks like he hasn't slept since middle school, and his music sounds like a dying lawnmower. You don't even like that genre."

"It's growing on me." You tease, suppressing a grin. "Besides, he asked me to come."

"Yeah, well, he's a loser," Bakugou snapped, turning around to face you fully, crossing his arms over his chest. "And you have shit taste."

"Are we picking a light or are you just here to critique my social life, Bakugou?"

He scowled, turning back to his setup and locking in the warm natural tone. "Whatever. Warm light it is." He checked his clock and grunted. "Stream starts in two minutes. Just stay there and don't make a sound."

"Wait, you want me to stay?"

"I'm not kicking you out after making you come all the way over here," he grumbled, taking his seat in his gaming chair and adjusting his headset. "Just stay on the bed. You're out of frame anyway. Unless you'd rather go run back to Eyebags?"

"I'm staying, I'm staying," you laughed quietly, tucking your feet under his duvet.

For the next two hours, Bakugou was in his element. Watching him stream was a mix of comedy and impressive skill. He yelled at his chat, swore profusely at his teammates, and cracked controller buttons with furious intensity, yet every few minutes, during a loading screen or a pausee in gameplay, his gaze would drift away from the screen and slide over to where you were sitting on his bed. Whenever you caught him looking, he’d instantly scowl, glance away, and bark another insult into his microphone.

Eventually, he wrapped up the game. "Alright, that's it for tonight. Don't forget to like and subscribe or whatever. Get out of my chat."

He reached over, clicked his stream deck to hit the ending scene, and removed his headset, tossing it onto the desk with a heavy sigh. The red light on his camera went dark.

"Finally," he muttered, standing up and stretching his back. "You stayed the whole time?"

"You were entertaining," you admitted, sliding off the bed and stretching your legs. "Thanks for the cookies, Katsuki."

He follows you to the door with a huff. The previously loud and chaotic room was calm, bathed in the soft glow of the screens light. As you reached the door, you turned around to say goodbye, but Bakugou didn't stop moving forward.

He stepped directly into your personal space, closing the distance until you were backed lightly against the wooden front door. His crimson eyes burned into yours, intense and completely unreadable.

"Katsuki...?" You whisper, your heart thumping against your ribs.

"You really think I brought you over just for a stupid lamp?" He asked softly, his voice dropping an octave, raspy and low.

He leaned down, his hand coming up to rest against the door right beside your head. His thumb brushed lightly over your cheekbone, warm and firm. The lingering scent of chocolate and sugar surrounded him. He tilted his head, his eyes dipping down to your lips before locking back onto yours. The air between you tightened, electric and suffocating. You held your breath, leaning in just a fraction-

BRRRRR! BRRRRR! BRRRRR!

The sudden, harsh vibration of a phone ringing broke the silence like a gunshot.

Bakugou flinched, his fingers curling and nails digging into his palm in frustration. "Fuck!" he growled, pulling back just inches as he shoved his hand into his pocket and yanked out his phone. "This better be an emergency, Sero, or I'm burying you alive."

He slapped the phone to his ear on speaker.

"BAKUGOU! HOLY SHIT, TURN IT OFF!" Sero’s voice practically screamed through the speaker, sounding half-hysterically amused and half-terrified.

Bakugou froze. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"YOUR STREAM, MAN! YOU HIT THE SCENE SWITCH, NOT THE END STREAM BUTTON!" Sero choked out over the phone, laughing so hard he could barely breathe. "YOUR CAMERA IS STILL LIVE! THE AUDIO IS LIVE! THE ENTIRE CHAT JUST WATCHED YOU CORNER HER AGAINST THE DOOR! CHAT IS GOING ABSOLUTELY FUCKING WILD!"

Bakugou’s entire face went pale, followed immediately by a wave of furious crimson flush that spread straight down to his neck.

He slowly lowered the phone, looking at you with wide, wide-open eyes.

“Shit.”

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I tried adding all the people asking for tags since I started this! If you have ALREADY asked to be tagged and I missed you please let me know. I’m keeping my tags closed 😭

Had to private for a second bc I forgot this was a no quirk au and wrote his quirk into it 😂

And yeah I need to figure out why copying from my notes messes up the spacing 🫩

-Parchy 💖

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StreamerBakugou x Reader

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Part 6

Bakugo pushed your bedroom door open with his foot, balancing a fresh pair of sodas from you fridge in one hand while holding he phone to his ear with the other. He scoffed, rolling his eyes hard as he tossed a cold can onto your bed.

“Yeah, yeah, she’s the prettiest, but she’s not my girl.” Bakugo grumbled, his voice dripping with his usual sharp sarcasm as he held the phone away from his ear. “Stop reading my damn comments, old hag. Hang up already.”

He cut the call before she could scream back, letting out a heavy, irritated sigh. Walking over to your setup where your laptop was still running Fortnite, he dragged your desk chair over with a loud scrape against the floor.

“Who was that?” you asked, cracking open your drink and taking a sip as you watched him sit down.

“My mom,” he muttered, rubbing the bridge of his nose in frustration. “She won’t shut up about the comments on my last stream. Keeps harassing me about who the ‘pretty girl in the background’ was.”

You chuckled, setting your soda down on the nightstand. Now a stupid playful grin on your face.“Your mom thinks I’m pretty?”

“Unfortunately.” he huffs, ears pink, leaning forward to inspect your screen. “She’s got nothing better to do than pry into my business. Told her to leave it alone before she starts getting weird ideas.”

He gestured toward your laptop, narrowing his eyes at your current setup. “Anyway, we’re fixing your settings first. Whatever garbage defaults you’ve been using are stupid to watch.”

“Hey, I was doing fine before you showed up,” you argue, turning in your chair to face him.

He gave you an unimpressed look, leaning back with his arms crossed over his chest. “You were getting sniped while trying to figure out how to throw a shield potion. That’s not 'fine,' that’s pathetic.”

You rolled your eyes at his blunt tone, though you couldn't completely suppress a small smile. “I’m brand new to the game. You could try being slightly less mean about it.”

“I’m being realistic.” he grunts, reaching over to snatch your mouse out of your hand. “Move over. If you’re gonna be in my lobby, I’m not letting you drag my stats down with trash settings.”

You shifted your chair slightly, watching his side profile as his fingers flew across your keyboard, remapping your builds and weapons with practiced ease. The sharp, rhythmic clicking filled the quiet room.

“You know, Sero said you only play with people who are ranked Unreal.” You hum, resting your chin in your hand. “So why are you here teaching a total beginner?”

Bakugo’s fingers paused over the keys for a split second before he resumed clicking, a subtle jaw clench revealing he’d most definitely heard you. “Sero talks too much. And he doesn't know shit.”

“I also told Him you called me a half-brained toddler.” you added, raising an eyebrow at him.

He let out a low, huffed laugh, finally turning his head to glance at you sideways. “That was a generous assessment after watching you try to build a ramp into a wall.”

“You’re an awful coach.” You shrug.

“I’m the only coach willing to waste two hours fixing your terrible aim.” He shoot back smoothly, saving the settings and pushing the laptop back toward you.

Before you could grab the mouse, your phone buzzed on the desk. The screen lit up with a notification from Shinsou: ‘You ready for another round, princess? Don’t leave me waiting.’

Bakugo’s eyes flicked down to the screen, his gaze instantly hardening. The relaxed, confident air in the room evaporated in a heartbeat. His eyes narrowed to sharp slits as he looked from your phone back up to you.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” Bakugo scoffs, his voice dropping into a low, dangerous growl. “You’re still talking to that eyebag loser?

“He’s just asking if I want to play again.” Uou said softly, reaching for your phone, but Bakugo slapped his palm down on the desk right next to it, blocking you.

“You played a few games with him and he’s already calling you ‘princess’ in front of his entire stream?” Bakugo clicked his tongue, a dark, competitive scowl twisting his face. “The guy can’t even win a 2v1 and he’s acting like he’s capable of carrying you.”

“He was being nice!” You defended, crossing your arms. “At least he wasn't yelling at me every five seconds for picking up gray loot.”

That hit a nerve. Bakugo leaned in close, his crimson eyes burning with an unspoken, fierce rivalry. The tension between him and Shinsou had been quietly brewing for weeks, but having it appear into your notifications clearly set him off.

“He’s being 'nice' because he knows he can’t win games on his own skill.” Bakugo snapped, his voice tight. “He’s using you for content because he knows people like seeing when newbies act new in stream. Don't be stupid.”

“It’s just Fortnite, Bakugou.” You counter, though your heart hammered against your ribs at how close he was, the heat radiating off him almost overwhelming. “Why do you care so much who I play with?”

Bakugo stared at you, his jaw working as if he was forcibly holding back ten different insults. Instead of grabbing the controller, he leaned down until his forehead barely inches from yours, his gaze locking onto your eyes with an intense, suffocating focus.

“Because he doesn't know how to take care of you in game, and he damn sure doesn't deserve your time.” Bakugo growled quietly. “If anyone’s streaming with you from now on, it’s me. End of story.”

The contrast between his rough words and the surprisingly soft tone of his voice made your breath catch completely. Streaming with him? What’s he talking about?

“You’re ridiculous.” You whispered, trying to keep your voice steady despite how fast your pulse was racing. “I didn’t know you two were.. rivals or what ever.”

Bakugo’s eyes darkened, a prideful smirk replacing his scowl as he leans impossibly closer.

“I’m competitive.” hHe murmured, his breath brushing against your skin as he pulled back just enough for you to look at your laptop screen. “And I don't lose to guys like him.”

He reached over to accept his own duo invite directly from your screen, instantly pulling your account into his party.

“Now…” Bakugo says, his voice turning low and commanding right beside your ear as he settles back into his chair. “Text that tired looking bastard back and tell him you’re booked for the night.”

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Can anyone tell me why when I copy from my notes app it makes the spacing super weird 😅

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Part 5

The knock on your apartment door came exactly four minutes after Bakugou’s final text message, heavy, rapid, and unhurried.

When you opened it, he was already pushing past you into your living eoom. He had his massive duffel bag slung over one shoulder, a laptop tucked awkwardly under his arm, and his tower held in a vice-like grip against his chest. He didn't even say hello.

"Move," he muttered, marching straight past your living room couch and heading down the narrow hallway toward the back of the apartment.

"Hey! Where do you think you're going?" you snapped, turning on your heel to follow him. "I literally told you not to come over!"

"Your living room has too much ambient sound from the street, and the lighting is shit," Bakugou called back, already barging into your bedroom without a shred of hesitation. "I'm setting up in here."

You stopped at the threshold, watching in sheer disbelief as he dropped his duffel onto your unmade bed and began clearing off your vanity desk. He unceremoniously shoved your perfume bottles and makeup brushes to the far edge, setting up his monitor with practiced, aggressive efficiency.

"You are completely unbelievable," you said, leaning against the doorframe with your arms crossed tight over your chest. "You can't just take over my entire bedroom."

"My internet went down, both services are out, and I’m not missing a scheduled stream because my provider sucks," he retorted. He plugged in display ports and heavy power cables, screwing his mic boom arm directly onto the edge of your desk.

He turned around, wiping his hands on his dark jeans as his crimson eyes flicked over you—taking in your oversized hoodie and sweatpants.

"Whatever. Stream’s going live in ten seconds," he grunted, pulling his headset over his spiky blonde hair and settling into your desk chair. "Get out and shut the door. If I hear you making noise in the kitchen, I'm changing your Wi-Fi password to something you'll never guess."

You glared at the back of his head, but you stomped down the hall anyway, shutting his—well, your—bedroom door firmly behind you.

Heading into the living room, you flopped onto the couch with a heavy sigh and pulled up your phone. A notification immediately popped up from Mina, pointing out that his chat was already spiraling over the unfamiliar background and the fairy lights hung up behind his monitor. You couldn't help but shake your head at his stubbornness.

For the next two hours, the muted sound of his low, aggressive grumbles and occasional shouting filtered through the heavy wood of your bedroom door. It was weirdly comforting in an absurd way, acting like background noise while you scrolled on your phone and slowly began to drift off.

By midnight, your eyes were burning, and you desperately wanted your own bed back. Sitting up on the couch, you rubbed your tired eyes and padded quietly back down the hallway, gently pushing the bedroom door open just a crack.

Bakugou was mid-rant, utterly absorbed in carried matches on his screen while yelling at his chat for asking stupid questions. The dark room was illuminated only by the glow of monitor and the warm string lights behind him.

You caught his eye in the glass reflection of his screen. You pointed to yourself, then gestured toward the bed on the far side of the room, silently saying, 'I'm going to sleep.'

Bakugou paused mid-sentence. His eyes darted from his main display to your quiet figure standing in the doorway, then straight to his webcam overlay.

Without breaking stride or cutting the audio, he reached out with one broad hand and slammed his palm directly over the camera lens, plunging his video feed into total darkness for thousands of viewers.

"Technical difficulties, hold your damn horses," he growled into the microphone, his stern voice cutting through the quiet room.

Keeping his large hand clamped tight over the lens, he turned his head over his shoulder, his red eyes locking onto yours in the dark as he jerked his chin toward the bed, waiting silently until you could sneak across the room and slip under the covers.

You crept across the carpeted floor, keeping as low as possible to stay out of any ambient reflection on the monitors. Slipping under the covers of your bed, the cool sheets felt like heaven after spending hours slouched on the sofa. You pulled the duvet up to your chin, sinking into the mattress and letting out a soft, barely audible sigh.

From across the room, Bakugou kept his palm pressed flat against the webcam, his crimson eyes tracking your every move in the dark. Once he saw you settle in and close your eyes, his broad shoulders noticeably relaxed. He pulled his hand away from the lens, bringing his grimacing face back into the frame for the thousands of confused viewers currently spamming the live chat.

"Like I said, dropped a cable," Bakugou lied smoothly into the microphone, his voice dropping into a lower, grittier octave to keep from waking you. "Quit crying about the black screen. I'm back, aren't I?"

He refocused on his game, his fingers flying across the mechanical keyboard with rapid, rhythmically soft clicks. Every few minutes, he’d subtly glance over his shoulder at the bed, checking to make sure the low hum of his voice and the glow of his monitors weren't bothering you. Whenever the chat started getting too loud or demanding he speak up, he just hit them with a quick, quiet threat to end the stream early.

As the late hours ticked by, the room remained bathed in the warm, cozy glow of the fairy lights and the cool blue light of his monitors. Listening to the steady, predictable cadence of Bakugou’s voice was surprisingly soothing, and before long, you felt yourself drifting off into a deep, uninterrupted sleep—completely oblivious to the fact that his chat had already spotted your reflection in your poorly positioned mirror behind him.

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