Heyoo

you told your neighbor he could come over anytime for help… but he didn’t know you just meant math problems.

you scrolled mindlessly on pinterest, listening to the music you put on to help you study. all it took was one tik tok edit your friend sent for you to abandon your textbooks to doom scroll. the minutes ticked by, as your final loomed closer. you tried to excuse it, putting so much faith in the fact that if you just “saw it on the test” you’d remember.

it was bullshit and you knew it. but god these niche aesthetic posts could be so addicting.

it only took an hour of scrolling for a sense of doom and despair to start kicking in. if you failed this final, you would not only have to retake this class, you’d also be back an entire year since you couldn’t take your required classes without this prerequisite completed. plus you swore you’d kill yourself before you’d let your GPA drop below a 3.7.

you sighed, deciding to hide all your electronics and stare at your books until the words blended. you got up and placed your phone and laptop in your bathroom, before locking it and placing the key under the couch. it was definitely a bit drastic but, you’ve jumped over more hurdles in the past just to be able to check your texts.

you settled in at your desk instead of your bed, knowing yourself too damn well. you reluctantly flipped open your orgo textbook, attempting to find where you left off. as your finger made contact with the correct page, you heard a slight tapping at your window. your head shot up, glancing towards your window.

you were far from stupid and also far from the ground floor, so you can’t really explain why you looked back when you knew there was nothing there. after quickly confirming there was nothing there with a scan, you turned back to your book and locked onto the first few words.

you hadn’t been more than two paragraphs in when the tapping returned, a bit more rapid and… desperate this time. you hadn’t even had enough time to debate if it was just in your head when the tapping- er knocking returned. it couldn’t hurt to check, right?

you promptly stood up, convincing yourself it was just a hurt bird accidentally slamming into your window. with almost no fear, you pulled open your sheer curtains and unlocked your window. you hesitantly pulled open the window, peeking out onto the fire escape.

there was no bird below you, and definitely not above you. but there was a man besides your window. in a red and green suit. great.

you gasped loudly, jumping back in surprise. you could’ve sworn the ladder for the fire escape was pulled up. and you would hope you hadn’t pissed anyone off to the point where they’d go all vigilante on you.

you watched in horror as the masked man began to step into your bedroom. you scrambled to grab your heavy ass textbook, as he fully entered your room. you raised the book in defense, your eyes taking in the details of the suit. though damaged and ripped in spots, it was hard to miss the arachnid detailing.

“who are you! why the fuck are you in my room!”

“i’m uh spiderm-“

before he could get his name out, you chucked the book at him. you lost a little bit of faith in your skills as you watched him catch it with ease. you don’t miss the way he winces as he lowers his arm.

“no shit your spiderman! get the fuck out!”

he seems to hesitate, prompting you to loom for something else to throw at him. it takes you reaching for your chair for him to speak up.

“okay! okay… it’s izuku.” he finally confesses. when he notices that you still haven’t dropped the chair, he rips off his mask. you drop your chair as your brain finally pieces everything together. your nerdy neighbor with engangig green eyes is spiderman. huh.

right as you start coming up with questions to ask him, he drops to his knees, clutching his shoulder. you promptly follow, meeting him at his level. you don’t touch him, in fear of making things worse.

“why are you here, midoryia? you should be in a hospital?”

“i couldn’t really show up like this, let alone explain what happened.”

“so you chose my bedroom… right.” your brows furrowed in concern, partly in judgment of his very stupid actions. you scan his injuries, debating on grabbing that bathroom key and calling 911.

“you said i could come over any time for help, and i definitely need help.” he awkwardly laughs, cutting himself off as he groaned in pain. “plus, aren’t you studying to become a doctor? this is real life experience…”

“when i offered my help I thought you meant a couple of math questions, maybe even a cup of sugar. not bruised ribs and a dislocated shoulder.” you lightly scold. “and im a vet student. i take care of animals.”

“a spider is close enough, isn’t it?”

you stare at him, not really enjoying his badly timed dad jokes. “i don’t know how your suit works, but try and pull it down. i’m going to grab my first aid kit.”

you’re only halfway through the door before you turn back. “don’t get blood on my carpet.”

𐙚───ᝰ.ᐟ₊ ⊹

you moved midoryia to your chair, believing it was the most optimal position to fully dress his wounds. you made sure to remind him multiple times that you aren’t a doctor and could potentially fuck him up more, but he didn’t hesitate to reassure you and your skills.

you actually managed to relocate his shoulder pretty quickly after watching a not-so-quick youtube tutorial. you almost felt bad for telling him to keep quiet through a very painful “procedure” as the sounds that came out of him were…something. but then you remembered the mini heart attack he caused earlier and felt a bit better. you didn’t mind the lip biting though.

you also didn’t mind his chest which was unfortunately covered in cuts and bruises that were just beginning to form. you felt a bit crazy letting your mind run like that, especially when he was in such a vulnerable position. hmm. or maybe that made it better.

you shook your head, diving into the first aid kit. you refocused on your task, disinfecting. you grabbed a small towel and dipped it in the water-soap solution you had brought in before.

“i’m gonna, disinfect your wounds first. it’s probably gonna sting like hell but i’m sure you’ve dealt with worse,” you warned him. he nodded gently, sticking to the small word limit you gave him to minimize pressure on his ribs.

you begin to wash his wounds, keeping your eyes on the task instead of letting them wander. again. you grimace at his whimpers, acting as if you have those cuts too. you try to work quickly, a bit eager to get it over with. as soon as each cut is covered with antibiotics, you press a bandage over them. by the time you finish, the exhaustion he tried to hide is more apparent.

you stand up, taking off your gloves and tossing them into the trash can. “i’m gonna grab an ice pack and some other things. you obviously need the rest so i’ll try to be quick.”

he nods again, sliding down in the chair trying to be a bit more comfortable. now you're starting to feel bad for not letting him on your bed. you hurry into your kitchen, grabbing two ice packs and a glass for water.

as you fill up the glass, your eyes find their way to your stove. the bullshit you called dinner, rice and fried eggs, still had enough for a serving. it wasn’t gourmet or anything but he could probably use a

meal too.

you somehow balanced the water, painkillers, a bowl, and the ice packs in your hands and made your way back to your room. the poor kid was half asleep when you returned. you tried not to laugh as he pretended he was awake the whole time.

“pain killers first, then you eat,” you instructed. he followed promptly, downing the water in only a few gulps. you decided not to comment on it, as he’s definitely had a night already.

you try not to stare as he eats but you’re still struggling to picture your neighbor as spiderman. you’ve never even seen him raise his voice, let alone fight crime.

“i know you want to ask me something,” he speaks up, finally done with your eyes peering into his entire being.

he wasn’t wrong. you definitely wanted to know how he became this superhero, and who fucked him up this badly. you also wanted to know why he seemed ten times hotter like this, but you couldn’t exactly ask that. so you stuck with what you thought was an easier question.

“how’d you get this injured? like seriously what happened?”

he swallowed sharply, his cheeks slightly flushing. “i’d rather not get into that- today at least!”

“oh um okay… uhm what’s it like? having superpowers that is,” you asked.

izuku happily answered as it's not something he could ever really share. not as izuku, at least. he didn’t miss the way you hung onto every word, genuinely interested in all the aspects of what makes him spiderman.

he was just about to explain the dynamics to his suit when he let out a concerning wheeze. you shook out of it, remembering the own restrictions you had put on his words. “aw shit i forgot. okay no more talking.”

you grab the ice packs, placing one towards his side. you guide one of his hands to hold it there before placing the other on his shoulder. you try to ignore the sudden proximity, reminding yourself that it’s for his own good. you can’t stop yourself from wondering how he has been taking care of himself when just tonight has been a two person job.

“i make do,” he answers softly. your eyes snap to his, which were already on yours.

“i could’ve sworn i-“

“increased hearing. you whispered it. it’s kinda hard not to listen.” he answers, still not moving his eyes. it’s you who breaks eye contact first, slightly embarrassed. you nod your head, letting your eyes find your alarm clock.

2:07. great. you sigh heavily knowing that you’d be heading into your final with only a few hours of sleep. again. izuku seems to catch this, already moving his mouth to ask what’s wrong.

“it’s fine. i kind of have to kick you out though. i have a pretty early morning and about sixteen chapters to finish reading.”

“oh of course!” he stammers, standing up a bit too quickly. you scold him for his rash actions, a bit worried that he’d undo the work you just completed. you let him carry both ice packs, which are still surprisingly cold. he stops you before you could send him off.

“do you have a change of clothes i could borrow?”

“i mean, i’m sure i could find something. why?” he looks at you goofily, tilting his head ever so slightly. your eyes move from his face, down his torso, and stop on his suit. “oh!”

you move towards your drawers digging for something you could assume would fit him. “i can’t take my usual route because of my shoulder. and i know it’s late but someone could still see me in the hallways.” he rambles as you continue your search. you land on an oversized kirby-themed shirt and old sweats you haven’t touched in ages.

you pass him the folded clothes, watching him inspect the size before shrugging. he lets out a thank you before, moving the pull the rest of the suit down. it takes you a good three seconds before you realize you should’ve already been turned around, and not watching him undress. you swiftly turn around, facing your bedroom doors

“a warning could’ve been really fucking helpful,” you call out.

“i just assumed- i mean you’ve basically seen everything you could’ve by now. i mean not everything, but-“

“okay! okay just hurry.”

you walk him to your door after assuring he’s fully clothed this time. you have him a bag to store his suit, and couple things from your first aid kit so he could change out the bandages later on. you pause before you open the door.

“i know i kind of fussed over you dropping in like that earlier. but you shouldn’t have to deal with shit alone. my door- or uh window is always open.”

“i wouldn’t want to burden you! i just couldn’t deal with this one injury alone. i’ve gotten use to patching myself up on my own.” he bursts out, trying to reassure you.

“i mean it when i say it’s not trouble at all. i’d help you even if it was a paper cut.”

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TODAY’S NOT THE DAY (3k)

— bakugou katsuki x reader

SYNOPSIS: your boyfriend has been acting suspicious recently. always on his phone, awkward as hell, sweating through his shirts and mind elsewhere. he must be cheating! NOTES: he’s not cheating. dialogue. fluff. angst. established relationship.

“i think we should break up.”

the words leave your mouth before you can catch them, slipping out like high tides of a waterfall.

truthfully you’re had enough. your boyfriend has invited you to this fancy restaurant, wearing a white shirt and slacks, pushed you to wear a pretty dress… all to ignore you on the other side of the table. he’s mid typing on his phone with one hand, chicken skewer in another as his head darts up to you and begins to choke.

it’s dramatic, loud, causing heads to turn as this large muscled man begins coughing like he caught a sickness. or worse. a marinated chicken chunk is stuck in his throat. bakugou katsuki’s eyes begin to water from food going down the wrong pipe, flaring red on impact. you momentarily feel so bad that you get up to tap his back and a waiter hands him water.

he gulps it down, staring at you with wet frowning eyes as you sit back down opposite him. you bite down on your lip in pure worry, fiddling with the hem of your dress.

when he’s finished the glass, you’re sure you see sweat glistening on his forehead either from his choking attack or from your comment. probably both. bakugou’s wiping his mouth when he utters, “what the fuck? why? y’serious?”

For example, if you asked him he’d help you wax or trim your pussy.

“Don’t move.” His voices under his breath, he had his thumb on the side of your labia, pushing it gently to the side as he places the mildly hot wax on the hairy patch, spreading it on the small area, “exhale for me.”

“now inhale—“

RRRRIIIPP

Before you let out a shriek he warms up his hand and presses it firmly on the now bald area, subconsciously he does a delicate back and fourth motion, very little pressure, but just enough to relief the sting.

He keeps his hand on you to look back and grab another stick and place it in the wax again, he had a very relaxed and focused look on his face. It was almost unnatural how he kept his reactions so calm….you almost questioned if he has done this before with other women…

In reality he actually prepared himself to do this by watching videos and getting some very embarrassing advice from Mina he swore her to secrecy with.

But you’ll wait until after at least so he doesn’t walk out and leave you as Miss Patchy for the evening.

Regardless, he finally finished the final area, not saying anything but placing the mirror between your legs as you instructed him to so you can see it and, he did an amazing job, almost better than your regular waxer, right when you were about to make a joke about doing a butt strip wax, you noticed him spreading your legs further apart.

You wanted to question him, but instead you just watched him, having a thought in the back of your head of what he’ll do would be…less than wholesome. Unfortunately you did get extremely turned on.

You literally could not help it, this was probably more intimate than actually having sex, he took his time to WAX YOU BALD. Bakugo didn’t understand why you liked being bald down there but it was never something that bothered him. Your body your rules he always says.

Bakugo on the other hand really loved you trusted him to do this. You and him have had extremely transparent conversations for years and even before dating had a very unspoken closeness. When you asked he did spit a few jokes about you just staying hairy, but of course obliged.

He just was hoping he wouldn’t screw up and maybe you can always come to him for these things.

“You okay?” His rasped voice breaks the silence in the room, it was genuine curiosity he had in his voice . His warmed hand rubbing your inner thigh trying to find your eyes. You could’ve sworn he was doing this on purpose, but you were too busy trying not to literally beg him to do exactly what you want him to. Unfortunately your eyes spoke for you, practically begging. And your boyfriend can read them like a book.

“I’m okay….you did really good.”

“I can tell.” Bakugo’s eyes look towards your lower body, the corner of his lip curling when he sees your labia glistening a little from wetness, “You get wet for your waxer?”

Before you could get up and hide in the bathroom from embarrassment he guides you back on your back, “‘m just playing. You could’ve just asked after, pervert.”

“Shut up !—“

You were like candle to a flame when he kissed you, melting right into his touch, pathetic little whimpers in between lip smacking distracted you momentarily from the way his fingers played with your wet clit. Under the noises you made with your mouth.

“What else do you need.”

His breath fanned your lips, the tension was heavy and somehow the room got sticky and hot. He asks you, knowing the answer already but he repeats again holding your chin up with one hand and stopping the tight circles below with the other , “What do you want me to do to you.”

“I want…” You felt your chest get tight, it was hard to admit what you wanted when his eyes didn’t leave yours. You were naked from the waist down and he was fully clothed. Feeling so vulnerable, all you could do was touch his lips with your fingers. He understood.

Bakugo kisses the tips of your fingers before guiding you on your back, small wet pecks littered your inner thigh, you were so hot to the touch he couldn’t help living two long stripes up each thigh before kissing your slippery clit.

“Fuck.” He barked against your wet skin, words mumbled and mouth full, “‘taste so good.”

Your pussy was still a bit sensitive from the wax, but it was a painful pleasure that only spiked the ecstasy your boyfriend was giving you with his mouth.

He knew he had to be gentle, so he didn’t penetrate you with his fingers but instead his tongue , you look down and see his head bobbing up and down your hips follow his strokes.

“‘Suki—-!” Your jaw was slacked his slithering mouth lapped you up and down before focusing back on your clit to suck on. His hand gripped under your knee now to place on his broad shoulder.

It was either your sensitivity, own neediness, or lack of stimulation for about 2 weeks, but the familiar knot in your tummy came rushing back to you so harsh to the point you were practically humping his face to ride out your orgasm.

Bakugo managed to look up at you gripping your breast from under your shirt, it was so hot to him he pulled the shirt him himself to watch your other breast fall out so he can grip it as well, “‘Suki…” You giggled weakly at him popping off your clit to clean you up and put you on some new panties.

“Come here.” He mostly just spoke out loud instead of commanding to wrap his arms around you while you laid on his chest,

“So….can I wax you next?”

“I thought you liked my dick hair?”

“Oh ew don’t call it that?!”

there you stand, soot covered skin, blood caked hair, naked as the day you were born, and katsuki cannot look away. he had heard tales from his grandmother, a premonition given to her by the gods, that his future wife and queen would be born of fire and blood. that she would come with ashen hair and bloodied hands, that she would be the one to bring him to heel. young katsuki has laughed if off, had told his grandmother she was crazy, that the gods don’t prophesies such things and yet, some twenty odd years later, here he kneels before you.

his wife, long betrothed before either of you had been born, a woman he had once tolerated and now come to care for, perhaps even love, standing before him in a vision that could have only been orchestrated by the gods.

when the mha boys accidentally say “i love you” too soon.

incl ; izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugou, shouto todoroki, denki kaminari, eijirou kirishima, keigo takami, touya todoroki, tomura shigaraki x gn!reader, established relationship, all smau, fluff

pairing: barbarian prince!bakugo x dragon!kirishima x witch!reader

summary: a series of standalone scenarios of you as the town’s resident witch and your (frequent) interactions with the kingdom’s fiesty young prince and his friendly scaly dragon

content: fantasy au, eventual romance, mentions of injuries, blood, brief appearances of other mha characters, denki is a wingman, angst, smut, brief depictions of violence, magic, hurt/comfort

note: each part can be read on its own, but i recommend reading part I first at least to get a bit of backstory

⚜ part I (coming soon)

╰┈➤ intro + a typical run-in with the barbarian prince and his red dragon

⚜ part II

╰┈➤ the kingdom believes the terrifying dragon kirishima devours humans, but in reality, he spends most afternoons asleep with his head in your lap while you read spellbooks

⚜ part III

╰┈➤ after a failed spell leaves you magically exhausted, bakugo silently cooks while kirishima curls around you to keep you warm. neither leaves your side for three days.

⚜ part IV

╰┈➤ you braid flowers into kirishima's horns every spring. bakugo pretends it's stupid until you tuck one flower behind his ear too

⚜ part V

╰┈➤ bakugo returns from a long campaign and instinctively reaches for your hand before he's even fully off kirishima's back

⚜ part VI

╰┈➤ bakugo builds you an entire wooden greenhouse because he got tired of hearing you complain about the herbs dying in the winter. he acts like it's nothing.

...and more to come

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File Name: Boku No Hero Academia mlist!

blurbs;

𑣲 katsuki bakugo

ᯓ★katsuki tastes like caramel (3000+ notes!)

ᯓ★katsuki loves when you smell like him (2500+ notes!)

ᯓ★katsuki and his avoidant girlfriend (1500+ notes!)

ᯓ★katsuki is a natural born leader

ᯓ★katsuki loves your short skirts (500+ notes!)

𑣲 izuku midoriya 

ᯓ★izuku is a crybaby (500+ notes!)

ᯓ★izuku as your doting, perverted roommate

𑣲 shoto todoroki

ᯓ★shoto and his breeding kink

ᯓ★shoto and improper use of his quirk

𑣲 denki kaminari

ᯓ★ smoke seshin' as denki's girl

imagines;

𑣲 katsuki bakugo

ᯓ★ didn't think that you'd pickup! (2.0k, angst)

headcannons;

𑣲 katsuki bakugo

ᯓ★ baking with katsuki 

ᯓ★ childhood bestfriend! katsuki (1000+ notes!)

ᯓ★ childhood best friend! katsuki, pt 2 (500+ notes!)

ᯓ★ childhood bestfriend katsuki, pt 3

ᯓ★ childhood bestfriend katsuki, pt 4

ᯓ★ obsessed katsuki (500+ notes!)

ᯓ★ smoking weed with katsuki

ᯓ★katsuki and his pretty pink girlfriend

ᯓ★ general sfw katsuki relationship hcs

𑣲 izuku midoriya 

ᯓ★ obsessed izuku  (500 + notes!)

ᯓ★ being coworker! izuku’s office favorite

ᯓ★ smoking weed with izuku

𑣲 shoto todoroki

ᯓ★ obsessed shoto (500+ notes!)

ᯓ★ smoking weed with shoto

𑣲 denki kaminari

ᯓ★ nsfw denki kink hcs

ᯓ★ bestfriend!denki with a crush on you

smau;

𑣲 izuku midoriya 

smau! random texts with boyfriend!izuku <3

slightly suggestive, otherwise fluffy fluff !! | m.list

a/n: my first set of smau texts! these were actually so much fun to do and i would love to do more in the future when i have some time <3 also ps it’s annoying me so bad that you can see read underneath each of the messages,,, but at least i think i know how to fix it for future smaus!!! yay!!

Dating Eijirou Kirishima meant bleaching his roots every month– helping him keep up his public image of having naturally red hair. You, however, knew that this was simply a persona. Trickery, if you must. Ever since middle school Eijirou had been dyeing his hair; and yes that included his armpit hairs.

As stupid as it seemed it was a staple part of his every day look. Running around shirtless during hero work meant cameras on you at all times, and for your boyfriend, this was an important thing! That's how without fail, you ended up giggling away in the bathroom with him, red dye in hand as he stretched up to the ceiling.

Eijirou’s muscles were taut as he fought the urge to writhe away from the gentle tickle of the colour brush– his impressively bleached armpit hairs slowly being tinted a tomato red. You snorted, trying not to laugh at your boyfriend’s falsely calm face. You could see his stomach tensing– the usual muscly pudge pulling in to show the full definition of his abs. 

It was ridiculous, really. You could even hear him giggle every time the brush touched his skin. You glanced up at him, watching him instantly steel his face in a weak attempt to uphold his “nonchalant” act. You raised an eyebrow at him, he raised one back; the surrounding stain of dye moved with it.

“What?” He asked. “I’m literally being so manly, see how I haven’t laughed even once?” 

You snickered, nodding as you dipped the brush back into the pot, yet again coating it with red dye. “Uh huh. So manly, baby. I’m so proud.” 

Eijirou grinned at you, opening his mouth widely to spew some podcast level shit about how his manliness was a result of his strength and discipline which he’d gained from several years of dyeing his hair. Just before he spoke you touched the cold dye to his skin, cutting him off mid sentence. He squealed.

Yes. Actually squealed. 

He made eye contact with you, almost willing you not to laugh. Hell, Eijirou even pouted as he saw the corner of your mouth twitch, cracking into the biggest smile he’s ever seen. “What was that noise?” You cackled, pulling your hand away from him. Eijirou squinted at you, frowning comically.

“What noise?” He feigned ignorance. “I didn’t make a noise. You must’ve heard a mouse or something– I’ve been telling you, babe, we need to get some traps in the roofspace.”

At that, you laughed even harder. “Baby boy we don’t even have a roofspace, we live in an apartment.” You emphasised, placing the bowl down on the counter. 

“Stop laughing! It’s not funny!” He complained, nudging at your shin with his toes, arms still up high, fingertips grazing the ceiling. “Look, okay, maybe I did make a noise– but! It was totally manly and you shouldn’t laugh because that's like… Anti Eijirou or something. I don’t know! You’re not supposed to laugh at me. You’re supposed to laugh with me.”

You rubbed your eye, ridding it of the actual tear that was brimming in its corner. You were snorting like a pig, head pulled back in the most unattractive fit of laughter you were sure you’d ever had. Something about a grown man squeaking was hilarious to you! That was all. 

“I am laughing with you, baby, but you’re really not laughing as much as I am.” you gasped through your cackles. You caught a glimpse of Eijirou’s face in the corner of your eye. His mouth shifting into something that you swore resembled a smile. You pointed at him, finger grazing his stomach. “I see you smiling!! You exclaimed.

He huffed, facing away. “I’m not.” He giggled, catching your gaze one last time before he, too, burst into an unexplained fit of giggles. “Stop!” He willed “Stop, it's not supposed to be funny, this is serious– also I currently only have one and a half red armpits right now… Please finish the other one.” 

You slowed your mirth, settling into quiet chuckles as you picked up the brush again. “Okay, okay. But don’t laugh because otherwise I’ll accidentally stain your arm or something.” You reminded, colouring his bleached hair back in with the red. 

“That really does tickle.” He beamed. “Gosh, this is so stupid. Maybe it’s time to retire from pit dyeing.” He admitted, sighing fondly at you.

Upon his words your shoulders dropped from their tension. You smiled, giggling one last time at nothing in particular. “Please, Eijirou, please.”

── ⋆⋅𖤓⋅⋆ ──

“Hi, mom! This is my husband. He’s the famous and insanely rich Pro Hero Dynamight,” you say, gesturing towards Katsuki who takes off one of his earpods to understand what is going on.

His face shifts from pure confusion to smug pride in a split second when he catches on.

He steps in closer to get into the frame, his spiky blond hair brushing against your cheek as he leans over, the strong smell of his cologne invading your senses.

“Damn right I am,” he grunts, nodding at the camera — completely oblivious to the fact that he just agreed to being your husband on top of being rich and famous.

You lean closer as well, brushing you cheek against his.

“Also, as you can see, he is very handsome and fit,” you continue as you shift the camera towards him. He instantly starts showing off his face and huge arms proudly.

──── Katsuki is a pain to sleep next to, clingy and hot, double whammy.

It felt like you were being baked in an oven from how hot the room was. The fan was on its highest setting, and you had just turned the a.c on but it was still sweltering.

And of course, the man you shared a bed with just had to be the equivalent of a human heater.

Your tank top stuck to you in all the wrong places, tossing and turning so the other side of your body could feel the brief relief from the fan.

“Baby, get off f’me,” you pleaded, almost trapped under your boyfriend’s arm.

"Quit movin'." His voice was laced with sleep. Not giving any sign that he would move anytime soon.

You squirmed, attempting to release yourself once more. "It's hot, and you on me isn't making it any better."

And to make matters worse, Katsuki pulls you to his bare chest, your cheek pressed to his pec. His palm spread possessively across your skin.

"Deal with it."

Lesson 2. Herbal Tea

Emperor Bakugo x Dragon Kirishima x Chef Reader

A modern day chief get thrown into the past during the era of Emperor Bakugo's reign, known as the ruthless barbarian ruler of Sultera.

You did not like the look he was giving you.

It was odd. Creepy even. Made you feel like he was truly insane. His jewelry was clearly expensive but his attitude? Barbaric. That's how he looked at you.

"So you're an itamae?"

"Itamae?"

He gestured to the empty pot in front of you both. His hands coming up to make different gestures in what you assume was his attempt at mimicking cooking. "Chef?" He repeats the word back testing the word before nodding. Assuming it meant what he thought.

"Yes at the moment I'm a Station Chef working under a professional Chef. He taught me everything I know after earning my Bachelors and Masters in Culinary Arts. He was actually the one who had recommended me for a promotion. I have an important interview soon.''

"You talk a lot."

"Your so rude. You asked," Huffing you crossed your arms at how unapologetically blunt the blonde was. "All you had to do was say yes not your life story." You shake vour head with a small scoff at his brashness choosing to ignore his rudeness for now.

"What's your name?" Another question.

"Y/n."

He raises a brow. No last name. No clan. No family to claim. You had told him you were an orphan but he imagined the matron had taken you in as her own considering how fondly you spoke of her. The least she could've done was given you a last name.

No last name also meant... you were never adopted.

The thought crossed his head before he nodded. Good. Meant no one would miss you. Also meant you had nothing to lose and no one to miss. You mentioned an interview meaning you needed a job. You needed him.

SWOOSHHHH

You gasped in surprise as an arrow hit the table in the center between the two of vou. Sticking out red eves narrowed on the blue flame that engulfed the arrow.

The League. Fuck.

Both of you jumped up and away from the sitting table. Your movements unsure and scared. What was happening now? Did they begin filming? You weren't sure what was happening but it seemed the blonde did. He quickly grabbed your arm pulling back toward the kitchen pushing you down behind that table for cover. His eye frantically searched around.

"What are you doing get down! You're going to get yourself killed!" The tone in your voice carried panic, following his movements. Its like something had triggered him. He moved with propose, hands finding an axe abandoned near the firewood. His smile was wide and creepy as he rotated his wrist letting the axe swing on his wrist.

A tall man causally entered your oasis walking with one hand in his pocket while the other carried a lantern. The fire glowed blue illuminating his face. It made you pause. Half of his body and face were littered with rotting purple flesh stitched together with mental wire. You gaged.

''Your Majesty what a coincidence."

Your brows furrow at the address the man used for... you blink. Actually you don't know. The blonde man never told you his name. "Tch not a coincidence if this was the outcome you wanted." The scarred man grinned white teeth glowing. His piercing blue eyes roamed over the blondes body before they caught sight of your hidden figure. "Never pegged you for a cheater.. yet again you are as barbaric as the stories say."

The blinde ignores him as he speaks to you in a low voice, "Stay hidden outsider." His red eyes never once leaving the man.

The tall man grinned even wider taking another step closer. You watch as the blonde now stands in guard anticipating a fight. A thrilling sensation washing over his body.

Made his body burn with anticipation.. guess he really was a barbarian.

He cracked his neck as another figure entered the gardens. They were smaller. Wrapped in a tan cloak hands coming up to tear it off their face. "Dabi you said I could have a go this time!" She whines.

It was a young women with blonde hair pulled into two buns, bangs covering her forehead. Her eyes shinned with mischief fangs poking out when she smiled. The taller man groaned rolling his eyes at the interruption. "Toga." He warned but she didn't seem to care pulling out two daggers. She giggled. Giggled.

Your eye twitched.

WHAT THE HELL WAS GOING ON?

"Fine but hurry it up."

She lunged. He barely had time to react oringing the axe up to shield. Damn it she was fast. Her small body giving her an advantage, allowing her to move quicker as he blocked the small daggers. The explosive man only grinned swinging his axe slicing into her arm. "Fuck you!" The women yelled as she licked her wound. A decent side cut on the top of her left arm.

"Gross," You whispered to yourself. You shouldn't have. Your really shouldn't have.. because the tall man's eyes narrowed on you He walked to your hiding place deliberately walking nonchalantly. To busy to notice him as you shook your head praying to wake you anywhere.. hell even back at the orphanage. Your ears pick up the blondes yell.

"Run outsider!'

Opening your eyes you screamed as the scarred man was now standing above you. He took slow steps smirking as you crawled backwards hair falling lose from its bun. He took a step forward stepping on something hard breaking it. He looked down seeing only dark. It was too dark for him to see even with the lantern.

Setting it down he instead flicked his wrist, blue flames igniting from his palm. From his actual palm. The scream that you tore made all of them jump. The pure horror in the sound frightening the blonde as he whipped his head.

"Outsider!"

This wasn't possible.

This had to be a movie trick!

No no no no. How? Why? Why you? Why did you have to land here? With them.

You scatter to stand, hands digging into the dirt as you run out the back premise of the house and into the tree line. It was dark out, the moonlight being the only source of light. It glazed a glimmering path for you carrying a thick fog as the man followed. Several small explosions went off behind you making you flinch terrified out of your mind body bumping into a tree. You breath came out in heavy pants, shaky hands gripping the tree, bark digging into your hands. Risking a glance back. There was nothing. He was gone. Did you lose him? You sigh turning you head forward only to come face to face with bright blue eyes

"AGHHHHH!"

A scarred hand shot up to your mouth silencing you with his palm. His fingers digging into your cheeks.

"Shhh shh shh," He shushed you mockingly.

"The Emperor must really like you if he had you this hidden away far from his fortress." He grinned, his other hand pushing some of your hair out of your face. Flicking his wrist again to illuminate your face the fire burned close to your face making you cry into his hand. Tears flooded your vision as your whole body trembled afraid. The mans eyes scanned your feature something flickering in his eyes.

His body faltered taking a step back as if you had burned him.

"Impossible,'' He whispered. His gaze bore into you as if he had seen a ghost scanning your form taking more steps back. The wistful look he gave you confused you, His expression a mixture of grief, sadness, longing and.. fear? Whatever the hell he saw in you that frightened him.. you were grateful. You didn't wait another moment before taking off running as far as you coulc away from it all.

Away from the weird blonde man that caused you all these troubles. Away from the crazy women with deranged smile and licked her blood. Away from the man who for some damned reason creates fire with his bare hands.

Having no clue where to go you ran in the direction away from the cottage. Away from them. Glancing back your blurry vision clears enough to see the cottage in the distance was now engulfed by red and orange flames. Not blue. Huh? Hopefully the blonde man was okay. It scared you.. how easily you left him behind in order to survive. Your hands trembled at the thought. In the end all you could think of was how this stranger who almost killed you had told you to run so you did. Sniffling you twist your body and continue walking away.

It felt like you had walked for hours the flames a small blur in the distance. Your body ached and lungs burned looking down exhausted. With a mind elsewhere you barely noticed where you were going as you stumbled into someone.

"I'm sorry," Your voice came out hoarse looking up to see a Knight?

"It is alright,'' The Knight said placing his hands on your arms to stable you. "Ma'am are you okay?" You weren't sure, your body ached, mind blanked as you could suddenly not keep upright. Exhaustion finally catching up. "Hold on Ma'am." Strong arms hoisted you up carrying you away. Disoriented you allowed this stranger to help you. Your mind screaming at you in warning as your eyes closed, body too drained to register the light blue Gentian embroidered on his uniform.

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"YEAH RUN AWAY BASTARDS! FUCKING COWARDS!"

The blonde cracked his neck as he watched the two figures run into the forest away from the scene. His red eye caught sight of the disaster he left behind. "Shit.'' The sparks from his explosions had caught the hay on fire as it raced forward across the cottage.

"Tch what a bother," He dropped the axe looking toward the direction you ran in. Were you okay? Did the man catch up to you? Not like he cared for you.. just what you could do. He wanted you as his new itame although now it seemed like he would not get his way.

He had noticed the scared man came back an odd look on his face as he told the women to retreat.

It was strange.. why would he retreat? Did you scare him off? No way he noticed how vulnerable you looked. Your fear was genuine. Unless.. you truly were a great performer. A manipulator who worked with them.

He sighed clicking his tongue turning his head. A small light reflected in his eye makinq him squint. His eyes shifted better catching the thing that was causing the reflection. Walking to where the kitchen was he didn't mind the fire picking up the object. A hairpin? It was broken in half and covered in dirt but he was sure it belonged to you. He'd seen you use it to tie your hair up when you were cooking. He didn't think much of it then but now? As he fiddled with it in his hand the pattern familiar to him. Fingers brushing away some dirt at the end red eye scanning the design on the end. It was a flower.

Not just any common flower.

It was the same one embroidered on the flags of Ambermore.

He gripped the pieces in his hand looking in the direction that you ran off. "Tch looks like that outsider really was lying," He growls to himself. The blonde knew one thing, your fear was genuine so either you were a master at deceiving or.. you were running away from something.

Or someone.

He understood living in Ambermore had its difficulties especially with those so called 'Knights' King Todoroki had. Buy why lie?

He tilted his head hearing multiple footsteps behind came from behind him.

Finally.

"Your majesty,"' A squad of solders said in unison. The fire had attracted their attention when searching for him. Some of them begin to put it out with air and water powers.

Another stepped forward with a new set of clothes for him. Red royal robes with golden dragons embroidered along both sleeves. It was traditional. His expedition was over and his kingdom was calling. This was something he did on the regular when he had time, Spending time camping, hunting and training. Rules, councilors, proclamations set aside for a couple days in his less than roval clothing. His time was up now that some one had attempted to assassinate him.

"There's a women with red hair and bruised hands." He began as he changed into his robes. The men all straightened up at the tone in voice, waiting for the command. "She ran in that direction," He points through the trees. "Catch her and bring her to me." He smirks. The quards bow half of them running through the trees the other half guiding him back the castle.

He looks back down to the hairpin in his hand.

Itame Y/n you can't hide from me.

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Slowly your eyes opened. Your vision adjusting to the lanterns around.. the room? Where were you? You sit up looking around what you now realize in a small tent. The walls were a dark blue fabric and it was fairly empty. Only a small table beside you as you sat on a cot made from wood and fabric.

Your hands were binded with white bandages the cool feeling of a cream had also been applied to them. The flaps of the tent opened and a women with short hair entered. "Oh your awake!" You looked up at her she was wearing something similar to you but in a light pink and blue and much nicer. She had a brown belt with bottle another pouches hanging from it. Her doe eye were big and cheeks rosy. She was cute.

"I'm Ochako Uraraka," She interduces slowly as if not to scare vou. "You passed out an hour ago and I couldn't see any physical injuries other than your hands." She spoke as she moved to the small table nimble hands unpacking some stuff from her pouches.

"I believe you were mainly shocked from whatever happened. We could.. um we heard the explosions here." Her voice was low looking around to make sure no one was near.

"It must've been scary Emperor Bakugo can have such a temper.''

"Emperor Bakugo?"

"Mhh," she looked at you brows furrowing, Her hand is placed on your forehead checking for a fever. "Mmh you must be more disoriented than I thought not to worry I can make you a tea that will help with that, You'll feel better in a bit." She went on to speak about certain herbs she was adding to give it an extra kick. She sounded almost excited.

"I'll add chamomile for relaxing the body, passionflower to help settle your mind," She explains what each of her herbs does tossing it into a small pot already brewing in the corner in a small fire pit.

"Lastly just a dash of lemon balm calm your nervous system yeah?"

Frankly you were not paying her any mind. Your own mind was elsewhere. Why did everyone here act as if Emperor Bakugo was alive? It was strange really. How big the set was. How realistic this felt. How the people here seemed to truly beli-

No.

No.

There is absolutely no way they believe this This was insane. Not possible.

Could these people just all be crazy? Yeah that possible.

No way your the crazy one?

Right?

For now your mind concluded to gather as much information as you could to survive, Pretend, go along with their show and escape. Call for help anything.

Once brewed she strains the herbs and carefully pours some tea onto a teacup. She hands you the tea with a small plate underneath so you wouldn't get burned. You take a slow sip her eyes on you. "I'll let Captain lida know your awake." She smiles at you.

Once she was out you spit the tea, throwing the remainder on the floor. No way you were drinking or eating anything they gave you. Even if you watched her make it. Hearing two sets of footsteps outside you set the cup aside looking to the opening tensely. The Knight comes inside the women falling behind.

"Ahh Ma'am I'm glad to see you feeling better." He sounded very formal posture stiff. Nodding you keep quiet observing. "She was a little disoriented but I gave her some tea. I see you finished it!" Ochaco smiles at you.

"I see," The Knight kneels by the cot eyes finding yours. "Ma'am I'm going to need to know what happened."

"lida she just woke up!"

"I know Ochaco but this is important. If Emperor Bakugo is interfering with our mission its a violation of his agreement with the King." The Knight.. or Capatin lida as the cute girl called him sounded serious about the issue. They both glared at each other. It seemed like both of them were friends by the way they spoke casually to each other but clearly were on opposite sides of whatever morals compelled them.

You wanted to go home. You needed to get away. So the best thing would be to play inti whatever delusion everyone was in.

"It wasn't the Emperor'" You finally speak. Both of the turn to you in surprise. "but the explo-" "I do not know what caused them but a man was chasing us he had burn scares all over his face and.." You pause. Should you even tell them about the fire.

Would they believe you?

"Blue flames?" Captain lida asked making you turn to him at the revelation of him knowing.

You nod. He sighs.

"His name is Dabi he works withe the League." Dabi? The name sounded familiar to you but honestly all of this was giving you a headache. Having to pretend was exhausting but needed to escape. Captain Iida tilts his head, "I don't understand why they were following you. Unless you were near the forest.. Wait you said there was another person with you?"

Again you nod opening your mouth to tell him about the blonde but another person walks in the tent. Its a women. she's short with bright green hair and wears a similar dark blue uniform to the captains. Except hers has silver epaulettes on he shoulders. Clearly she was of hiqher position since both Capatin lida and Ochaco stand straighter giving a light head bow. It is later confirmed by lida when he says,

"Admiral Kamiji how can we be of service."' She grins at him strands of green hair falling on her face, What an odd color to dye her hair in the military.

"I heard of the women that collapsed near the camp. This her?" She points to you sizing you up. "Take her with the others."

"Admiral she can barely stand. Ochaco says she might have a concussion." Captain lida tries to reason with her not being able to contain his empathy. Ochaco mumbles, 'Said disoriented not concussion.' While the green haired women does not look amused.

"You know our orders Captain so I suggest you do as instructed. If she is not the one we are looking for she will either be returned home or put to use." The Admiral looks at you again.

"By the looks of it she is perfectly heathy to work for a couple more years. How old are you girl?"

"25," You reply unsure what compelled you to lie but your certain they shouldn't know your real age.

"Mmh see not who we're searching for if the pathetic girl is even alive."

"Admiral."

"What lida everyone knows its true. His Royal Highness should accept that there is a possibility that she's dead."

The tension in the room could be felt in every nook. The thick realization hits Captain lida hard mind racing with the years of agony they've brought. Sure doing this for the King was an honor. Getting to lead the search for the Missing Princess brought pride to his family name.. but Tenya's mind was plagued by all the families he's had separated.

His heart always told him it was wrong even if they did eventually return the girls to their homes some of them didn't make the journey to Ambermore. The harsh weather of the ice nation wasn't meant for the warm conditions these girls grew up with. The counselors sometimes even kept some of the girls as maids, servants or even concubines.

Iida could only watch the Admiral with indifference as he tried to calm his racing heart and guilty conscience. If the Princess really was dead then the past years of committing these acts in the name of the King would have been for nothing.

"She can work in the kitchens."

"Admiral Kamiji I advise against it, her hands are severely bruised and shake prominently." Truth be told you did not want to interrupt and tell that yes indeed you can work with your shaking hands. The Admiral gave you the creeps something about her attitude was making your skin crawl.

You had a gut feeling what they were up to was no good, no matter how kinda Ochaco and Iida seemed.

The green haired women clutches your wrist catching sight of the bandages. " I see thank you Ochaco." She begins to think letting go of your wrists. Ochaco was glad to get you out of the kitchens knowing that environment would not do well on your hands. At first she thought you had burned them in the attack but she could see the tissue was scarred deeper, years worth injury. She didn't know you but wanted to make you more comfortable and the kitchen would not do.

Unfortunately the pink girl had no idea what she was condemning you to.

"Your an older maiden but you'll do I guess." The Admiral grinned wickedly as you starred at her emotionless. On the inside you were dying with fear but knew better than to show it.

Whatever was happening was serious and in order to escape you needed to comply. "You do have a good figure. Mmh and pretty face," Her hand had clutched your chin turning your head from side to side getting a good look at you.

"The Mineta's will probably not mind your hands seeing as they could use you in many ways." Her thoughts voiced aloud did not give you peace of mind. In fact you were starting to catch on to her meaning. She nods her final assessment of you.

"Take her to the purple carriage."

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Chapter is up earlier enjoy!! Next chapter hopefully will be up by next Monday!

gossip in the hallways of ua was a normal thing amoung the teenagers. the whispers and giggles about everyone and everything bounced off the walls and would circulate at top speeds, so it made sense that word of mr. midoriya's little visitor would spread in just seconds.

"did you hear? mr. midoriya's wife is here."

"mrs. midoriya stopped by. i didn't see her, but someone from 1-c saw her enter his room."

"GUYS, MRS. MIDORIYA CAME IN AGAIN!"

you couldn't help but laugh as you heard the echoes of the gossiping students, slipping into your husband's classroom during his lunch period to pay him a visit.

"you forgot your lunch again...you're lucky i had time to drop it off before i go to work."

"hm...must have slipped my mind..." izuku stared at you with a bright smile. for him, you hung much more than just the moon. the stars, the sun, and the whole solar system, too.

"the second time this week?" you set his things down on his desk before reaching out your hand to pat his head.

"mhm. maybe i just wanted a thoroughly planned out excuse for my wife to come and visit-"

"oh trust me, i know..." pulling up a chair, you sat across from him at his desk. "everyone is talking about it."

"god forbid i love my wife!" oh, izuku's cute little pout...he took your hand, pressing the warmth of your palm into the side of his cheek. "i miss you when i'm gone, you know..."

"you'll see me when we get home-" he quickly cut you off, words stuck in your throat. "not enough!"

you couldn't help but roll your eyes. izuku was the sweetest to you, really. despite all of the years together, he still treated you like it was the first week of dating. he'd get down on his knees at any moment if it meant you'd be happy.

"your whole evening will be only reserved for me, right?" he was such a puppy, wasn't he? gazing at you with soft eyes, head tilted, his bottom lip jutted out in a small pout.

"a-anything for you..." warmth bloomed in your chest, butterflies making themselves at home in your stomach. he was just the sweetest little thing...

izuku turned to press gentle kisses along your palm and wrist. "thank you....thank you, thank you, thank you."

Bakugo Katsuki has a secret girlfriend! ★﹙𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭﹚

The common room of the Heights Alliance dorms was usually a sanctuary of peaceful noise—Kaminari playing video games, Mina complaining about her skincare routine, and Sero attempting to balance a water bottle on his foot.

Today, however, the atmosphere was thick with paranoia.

Kaminari leaned over the back of the used sofa, his eyes narrowed as he stared across the room. Bakugo was sitting at the kitchen island, quietly eating a bowl of spicy curry. He didn’t even blow up the microwave.

It was weird.

"Okay, nobody move," Kaminari whispered, clutching a bag of chips like it was a shield. "Look at him. He’s been eating like that for three days straight. Do you think a villain put a quirk on him? Is he a clone? He’s gotta be a clone."

"He’s not a clone dude," Kirishima muttered, crossing his arms with a deeply furrowed brow. "A clone would still have some fighting spirit. Yesterday, I asked him to spot me in the gym, and you know what he said?"

"What?" Mina breathed, leaning in closer.

"'Take your time, Kirishima, safety first.'"

A collective, horrified gasp echoed through the group.

"He called you by your name, and gave you safety advice?" Sero whispered, looking pale. "He’s been replaced by an alien pod like those movies. We gotta do something. But who’s the one person who always knows what’s going on with Bakugo, no matter how much they try to avoid each other?"

Four pairs of eyes snapped simultaneously toward the common room door, where a green-haired boy was quietly trying to sneak toward the elevators clutching a notebook.

"Midoriya!" Mina sang out, materializing in front of him with a bright smile.

Midoriya jumped three feet into the air. "Mina! Hi! I was just—homework! Dorm room!"

"Midoriya, my dude," Kirishima said, stepping in from the other side with a hand heavy on the green-haired boy's shoulder. "We need to talk about Kacchan."

Izuku immediately started sweating profusely, his hands fluttering nervously. "K-Kacchan? Oh, Kacchan’s fine! Totally fine! Haha! Why wouldn't he be fine?"

"He’s acting super weird man," Sero said, his voice deadly serious. "He didn't yell at me when I tripped and spilled iced tea on his shoes this morning. He just sighed, sighed, Midoriya, and gave me a napkin."

Izuku let out a high-pitched sound and looked away, his eyes darting frantically toward the exit. "Well, you know! People change! Personal growth! High school is a journey of self-reflection! And after what what happened last year—"

"You're lying," Kaminari pointed out, jabbing a finger at him. "Your face is doing that twitchy thing it does when All Might says something cool. Spill it, bro. What does he know? Is he dying? Does he have a secret terminal illness?"

"No! He’s not dying!" Izuku blurted out, waving his hands wildly. "He’s just... you know... occupied! With things! Personal, totally normal human things that do not involve me leaking his personal business because he threatened to blast me into the stratosphere if I said a single word to anyone!"

Mina gasped, her eyes turning into literal sparkling stars. "He’s hiding something! There’s a girl, isn't there?"

Izuku clamped both hands over his mouth, his eyes wide as saucers. The silence that followed was confirmation enough.

"Oh my god," Sero whispered. “The impossible has come.”

—

"Alright, listen up team," Mina whispered fiercely, crouching behind a potted plant in the second-floor hallway. "We track him. We find out who he’s meeting up with, and we force it out of him."

"Is this really necessary?" Kirishima hissed back, though he was currently wearing a ridiculously oversized trench coat and fake Groucho Marx glasses that kept sliding down his nose. "It feels like a major invasion of privacy."

"Kiri, he smiled at a text message yesterday," Kaminari whispered from beneath a cardboard box labeled Totally Normal Furniture. "A smiling Bakugo is a threat to national security. We are doing this for world peace. Maybe he’s under some kinda quirk."

Kirishima grumbled back and was suddenly pushed when Kaminari hid back into his box.

Down the hall, Bakugo’s door clicked open. He stepped out dressed in a surprisingly neat black button-down and dark jeans, checking his phone with a look of mild, sickening fondness before walking down the stairs toward the main entrance.

"He’s moving!" Sero hissed. "Move, move, move!"

The clumsy procession of heroes-in-training crept down the stairs, ducking behind couches, pillars, and in Sero’s case, an unfortunate attempt to blend in with a vending machine.

They followed him all the way off campus, trailing him through the shopping district until he finally stopped outside a quiet, café near the train station. The squad crammed themselves into a narrow alleyway across the street, peering through a gap between a dumpster and a lamppost.

"Okay, who’s he meeting? An old middle school friend? A villain informant?" Kaminari squinted. "Wait. Is that..."

Through the café window, Bakugo walked up to a corner booth. Standing up to greet him was a girl with an easygoing grin, wearing the distinct dark uniform jacket of Shiketsu High School.

"Shiketsu?" Sero whispered, his jaw dropping. "He’s dating a Shiketsu student? Shit that’s like... Romeo and Juliet? The UA-Shiketsu rivalry is legendary!"

Inside the café, Bakugo didn't yell at her. In fact, to the absolute shock of the hidden UA students, he pulled out the chair for her, sat down, and actually—actually—rolled his eyes with a fond little smirk before leaning across the table to say something.

"Look at him," Mina whispered, clutching her chest with dramatic emotion. "He’s acting so normal, like a soft little marshmallow."

"Don't let him hear you say that or he’ll murder us all," Kirishima muttered, still adjusting his ridiculous disguise.

Suddenly, a loud clatter echoed through the alley. Kaminari, trying to get a better angle on the window, had tripped over an empty soda can.

The can bounced noisily across the pavement, right out of the alley and into the open street.

Inside the café, Bakugo’s head snapped toward the window with. His eyes locked instantly onto the gap between the dumpster and the lamppost, where four very guilty, poorly disguised UA students were standing like deer in headlights.

Bakugo’s eye twitched. A tiny spark of orange flame popped against his palm.

"He saw us! Abort mission!" Sero yelled.

"Fuck! Run for your lives!" Kaminari shrieked.

As the Bakusquad scrambled backward down the street in a cloud of panic, Bakugo slammed his hands down on the café table, completely terrifying his girlfriend, and shouted out the window at the top of his lungs:

"I SWEAR TO GOD, IF YOU IDIOTS DON'T GET OUT OF MY SIGHT, I'LL BLAST YOU ALL TO THE MOON!"

"Well," Mina panted as they sprinted around the corner, laughing uncontrollably. "At least he’s totally back to normal."

—

"What was that about" You asked, sipping on a smoothie.

bakugou katsuki x f!reader @ 8:30 pm

“Your shitty date’s late.”

You glance up from your phone, gaze sliding over to where your brother and Bakugou are sitting on the couch across the room. Hands wrapped around a gaming controller, the blond’s attention is raptly trained on the television screen in front of him.

Your brother mutters a string of expletives as a cacophony of explosions goes off in the game, and you make a pointed effort to ignore the way the tendons in Bakugou’s forearm flex as he makes quick movements with the joystick. 

Fingers idly tracing the edges of your skirt, you roll your eyes. “It’s 8:30, so he’s technically not late yet. Also, how do you know he’s shitty if you’ve never even met him?”

Bakugou spares you a brief, sidelong glance. “8:31. He’s fucking late. Shitty and late.”

“Traffic is a thing,” you counter, going hot all over with annoyance. 

Your brother groans as the words GAME OVER flash across the screen, his controller clattering against the coffee table when he stands up and stalks off toward the bathroom. Attention back on your phone, you don’t realize that Bakugou has crossed the room until his shoe nudges one of your heels.

“Means he’s a shitty driver, too.”

When you tilt your head back to look at him standing over you, you swear there’s a brief moment where his gaze flits over the expanse of your bare legs. 

“Don’t you have like, hero stuff to do?” you ask him hotly.

The mental image of him in his hero suit decidedly does not help the threat of a shiver that starts to wrack its way down your spine the longer he continues to stare down at you, arms crossed. You bite your bottom lip as you resist the urge to make a snarky comment about whatever the hell is going on between his biceps and the innocent bystanders that are the sleeves of his t-shirt. 

Egregious.

When you moved back to Musutafu six months ago after a messy breakup and took over the guest room in your brother’s apartment, you hadn’t quite anticipated just how much you’d be seeing of Bakugou Katsuki again. 

Old crushes die hard, etc.  

Bakugou scoffs, running a hand through his hair and shaking his head. “Yeah, and it’d be a fuckin’ crime to let you—”

There’s a knock at the front door—8:35. But that’s not what cuts Bakugou off. 

He blinks at the finger now gently pressed to his lips while you stand in front of him, something hot like satisfaction stretching inside of you at the way he doesn’t even try to keep talking. 

He waits.

It’s the promise of a quick exit that leaves you feeling brave even when you’re one step away from being enveloped in his warm scent. 

“You gonna wait up to see if I get home late, too?”

Bakugou’s nostrils flare, and you smile. Soft. Flirtatious. 

You make it as far as the door before a hand splayed roughly against the seam of the doorframe stops you. Turning, a bundle of fabric is shoved into your hands.