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This a Moonmelon, scientifically knows as asidus. This fruit grows in some parts of Japan, and is known for its vibrant blue color. What you probably donโt know about this fruit is that it can switch flavors after you eat it. Everything sour will taste sweet, everything salty will taste bitter, and it gives water a strong orange-like taste. Itโs also very expensiveโฆcosting about ๏ฟฅ16000 JPY (which is about 200 dollars).
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The only known specimen is in a pot in David Karps treasure dungeon.ย It is a tradition that a single slice is given to every tumblr blog that reaches 500,000 followers.
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katsuki bakugo has the kind of physique people swear only exists in superhero mangas โ broad shoulders, thick biceps that flex even when heโs relaxed, abs carved into sharp lines, and a back so powerful it looks engineered rather than grown. every inch of him reflects years of discipline: early training sessions, strict eating habits, and a level of dedication that would break most people long before it ever built them. heโs the definition of strength honed, not gifted.
and as his girlfriend, you get the everyday perks of dating someone built like a walking powerhouse. your bagโs too heavy? heโs already grabbed it with one hand. new furniture arrives? heโs assembling it before youโve even opened the box. puddle in your way? heโs lifting you without hesitation. he reaches the top shelf for you, carries every grocery bag at once, opens jars you swear were sealed by the gods, and pretends heโs annoyed even though he always steps in before you can struggle.
but the best part is the intimacy the moments where all that strength he has softens just for you. cuddling with him means being wrapped in warm, solid muscle, his arms locking around you like youโre the only thing he needs to hold onto. his weight settles over you in a way that feels grounding, protective, like heโs shielding you from the world without even trying. he tucks you under his chin, traces lazy circles on your back, and lets out those low, sleepy murmurs heโd deny ever saying, all while keeping you pressed against the safest place you know.
summary: Bakugo is fiercely dedicated to becoming Japan's number one boxer, but he faces inner conflict when he starts developing feelings for someone. His fear of distraction threatens his rise to the top, creating tension between his personal life and his aspirations. As their relationship deepens, he learns to balance his love for her with his desire to succeed in boxing. [wc: 5k]
The gym stank of sweat and blood. The air was thick with the sounds of fists pounding heavy bags, the rhythmic shuffle of footwork against the mat, and the sharp commands of coaches drilling fighters into champions.
This was Katsuki Bakugoโs world. The ring was his domain. The roar of a crowd? Just white noise. The only thing that mattered was the moment his fist connectedโthe instant he proved, without question, that he was better.
His opponent staggered back, legs wobbling. His ribs were bruised, his breath shallow. He was still standing, barely, but Bakugo could already see it in his eyes.
He was finished.
Aizawaโs voice rang through the gym. โStay sharp, Bakugo.โ
Katsuki Bakugo stood in the center of the ring, fists clenched in his taped-up hands, his breath controlled despite the fire burning in his chest. His opponent for todayโs spar was already on his knees, clutching his ribs, coughing through the pain.
โGet up,โ Bakugo growled, shaking out his fists. โI ainโt done with yaโ yet.โ
The other fighter grimaced trying everything in his power to rise, but before he could, the coach called it.
โThatโs enough, Bakugo!โ His trainer, Aizawa, sighed from outside the ropes, arms crossed over his chest. โI told you to spar, not destroy.โ
Bakugo clicked his tongue and turned away, grabbing a towel from the corner post to wipe the sweat off his face.
โIf heโs too weak to take a hit, he shouldnโt be in the ring,โ he muttered, stepping out of the ropes.
โThat โweakโ fighter you just knocked out was ranked fifth in the region.โ
โThen I guess Iโm already top four.โ
Aizawa exhaled through his nose and shook his head lightly, but there was the ghost of a smirk in his otherwise impassive expression. Bakugo had talentโraw, explosive talent that had propelled him through the rankings faster than anyone had expected. But he had a fatal flaw.
He fought like a man trying to bury something.
Something he was afraid to lose.
Bakugo exhaled slowly, rolling his shoulders as he looked down at his fallen opponent. It wasnโt personal. It never was. The guy had stepped into the ring knowing what he was getting into. If you werenโt ready to fall, you shouldnโt be fighting.
โDamn, man!โ
The sound of Kirishimaโs voice cut through the noise before Bakugo felt a heavy arm slap against his back. โThat was sick! You dropped him like a sack of bricks.โ
Bakugo clicked his tongue, walking toward his corner to unwrap the tape from his hands. โTch. If he went down that easy, he shouldnโt have been in the ring with me.โ
โYeah, yeah, I get it. Youโre a beast.โ Kirishima laughed, leaning against the ropes. โWhich is exactly why you need to come out tonight. Weโre celebrating.โ
Bakugo shot him a glare. โThe hell we are.โ
โCโmonnn, man! Youโve been tearing through the ranks like crazy. People are talking. Youโre undefeated, making a name for yourself, and youโve got fans.โ Kirishima smirked. โI mean, how many guys get this far at our age?โ
โIโm not doing this for a goddamn party,โ Bakugo muttered, tossing the used tape into the trash.
Kirishima groaned. โBro. You never do anything outside the gym. You donโt even celebrate your own wins.โ
Because there was nothing to celebrate. Winning wasnโt the goalโit was the standard.
Bakugo was going to be the best boxer in Japan. That wasnโt just some damn dream or some nice idea to hope for. It was a fact. Something inevitable. And if it wasnโt inevitable, then he just had to train even harder than before.
There was no reason to slow down.
No reason to waste time at some party.
But Kirishima was still looking at him, hopeful as ever, and Bakugo knew the bastard wouldnโt shut up about it.
He clicked his tongue. โTch. Fine. But Iโm not staying long.โ
Kirishima cheered. โHell yeah!โ
This is a waste of time.
Bakugo knew it. He knew he should be in the gym, working on his footwork, watching fight tapes, doing something, anything, to get ahead of the competition.
But he ignored the voice in his head, just this once.
Plus, was the worst that could happen?
The party was loud. So agonizing loud.
The bass from the speakers thumped through the floors, shaking the walls of the packed apartment. People were everywhere, drinking, laughing, talking too damn much. Some of them he recognizedโfighters from the gym, people from the local boxing circuitโbut most of them were just randoms.
โHere.โ Kirishima shoved a drink into his hand.
Bakugo took one look at it and scoffed. โI ainโt drinking that shit.โ
Kirishima rolled his eyes. โMan, at least pretend youโre having fun.โ
Bakugo didnโt respond. He was already regretting this.
He didnโt belong here.
This wasnโt his world.
He was about to leave when Kirishima perked up, eyes lighting up as he spotted someone across the room. โOh, shit! She actually came.โ
Bakugo barely glanced over. โWho?โ
Kirishima grinned. โThat girl I told you aboutโ(Y/N).โ
Bakugo finally looked.
You werenโt flashy like some of the other girls here. You werenโt trying to be the center of attention, werenโt draped over some guyโs arm, werenโt looking at him like he was some kind of goddamn celebrity.
You were just sitting there, talking to a friend, nursing a drink in your hand. You didnโt even seem all that interested in the party at all.
And somehow, that was the first thing that made him notice you.
Kirishima nudged him. โSheโs cool. I think youโd actually like her.โ
Bakugo scowled. โTch. Since when do you set me up with people?โ
โIโm not setting you up,โ Kirishima laughed. โBut seriously, man. You need to talk to people who arenโt trying to punch you in the face for once.โ
Bakugo rolled his eyes. He wasnโt here to meet people. He was here to get Kirishima off his back, and then he was leaving.
But then, as if you could feel him looking, your gaze flicked over to his.
And you smiled.
Not in an over-the-top way. Not in that annoying, flirty, โIโm just here for the fightersโ way.
Just a simple, amused smile. Like you knew something he didnโt.
And for some stupid, infuriating reason, that was enough to make him stay a little longer.
You didnโt approach him first.
That was the second thing he noticed about you.
You werenโt like most people who came up to him at these kinds of eventsโall wide-eyed admiration and empty compliments. You werenโt trying to impress him.
If anything, you were unimpressed.
And thatโฆ bothered him.
So when Kirishima finally dragged him over to introduce you, Bakugo was already in a foul mood.
โ(Y/N), this is Bakugo,โ Kirishima said, grinning. โBakugo, this is (Y/N). Sheโs cool, I swear.โ
You gave him a once-over, raising an eyebrow before smirking. โYeah, I know who he is.โ
Bakugo narrowed his eyes. โTch. That so?โ
โIโve been to a couple of your fights.โ You shrugged. โYou donโt let them last very long, huh?โ
He scoffed. โWhy the hell would I?โ
You tilted your head. โI dunno. Wouldnโt kill you to put on a show for once.โ
Kirishima snorted. โDamn. Sheโs got you there, man.โ
Bakugo clicked his tongue, crossing his arms. He wasnโt used to people talking to him like thisโlike he was just some guy instead of a rising champion.
But you werenโt mocking him.
You werenโt flirting, either.
You were justโฆ talking to him.
And for the first time in a long time, Katsuki Bakugo wasnโt sure how to respond.
This was bad.
This was exactly the kind of distraction he couldnโt afford.
The next day arrived as Bakugo got out of bed, the sunlight streaming through his window, casting a warm glow across his room. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and took a deep breath, steeling himself for the day ahead. As he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, he could still feel the weight of the events from the previous night lingering in his mind, making it hard to focus.
Bakugo didnโt do distractions.
He trained. He fought. He won. That was it.
He didnโt waste time at parties, didnโt fuck around with meaningless shit like relationships or making friends outside of the gym. There was no point. The only thing that mattered was getting stronger.
So why the hell had he stayed at that party longer than he intended?
Why the hell had you stuck in his head?
It pissed him off more than it should have.
It wasnโt like you had done anything special. You werenโt drooling over him like most people who recognized his name. You werenโt trying to get something out of him. You werenโt even acting impressed.
You were justโฆ there.
And for some stupid reason, that was what made him notice you.
Tch. Whatever. It doesn't even matter anymore.
He wasnโt gonna waste time thinking about some random girl.
So, as usual, he threw himself into training.
The gym was empty except for the steady rhythm of his fists pounding the heavy bag. It was lateโso late that even Aizawa had already left for the night, trusting Bakugo to lock up when he was done. The only sounds that filled the space were the heavy thuds of leather meeting flesh and the occasional creak of the building settling around him.
His body ached, but it wasnโt enough. The burn in his muscles was a reminder of how hard he was working, yet it only fueled his determination. He needed more. More speed. More power. More control. He needed to push himself past his limits, to go beyond what he was yesterday. Each punch felt like a step toward a higher version of himself, a way to stave off the ever-looming fear of being left behind.
Because if he didnโtโif he slowed down for even a secondโsomeone else would catch up. The thought danced tauntingly in the back of his mind, an insidious whisper that he couldn't shake off. He refused to let that happen; he wouldn't allow anyone to inch ahead of him.
So he fought harder, faster, his focus narrowing like a predatory gaze. The world beyond the gym faded, blurring into insignificance as he lost himself in his routine. He was so absorbed in his relentless pursuit that he barely noticed when someone else walked into the gym. The door creaked softly, almost lost in the noise of his efforts, and he instinctively increased his intensity, a faint flicker of curiosity stirring deep within him. Who would dare interrupt his sanctum?
โJesus. Do you ever go home?โ
His fist stopped mid-swing.
He turned, scowling, only to find you leaning against the doorway.
You werenโt supposed to be here.
โWhat the hell are you doinโ here?โ he snapped.
You shrugged. โKirishima told me youโd still be here. Thought Iโd stop by.โ
He narrowed his eyes. โTch. Donโt you got somewhere better to be?โ
โProbably,โ you said easily, walking further into the gym. โBut this is more interesting.โ
That threw him off. Most people didnโt stick around after his fights. Not unless they wanted something.
But you werenโt asking for anything.
And that was what made you dangerous.
He grabbed his water bottle and took a long sip, trying to ignore the way you were watching him.
โYou train like youโre running from something,โ you said suddenly.
He nearly choked on his water. โThe fuck did you just say?โ
You leaned against the ring, arms crossed, studying him with an expression that was way too goddamn knowing. โYou fight like thereโs something chasing you.โ
He scoffed. โTch. You donโt know shit about fighting.โ
โI know about people,โ you shot back.
His jaw clenched.
Because that was the problem.
You werenโt looking at him like a fighter. You were looking at him like a person. And that threw him off. It wasnโt just the intensity of your gaze; it was the way you seemed to see himโpast the tough exterior, into something deeper.
He didnโt know what to do with that.
You didnโt go away after that initial encounter. Somehow, you kept showing upโat the gym, at his fights, infiltrating his thoughts at the most inconvenient times. Youโd sit on the sidelines, a calm presence amidst the chaos, watching with that same unreadable expression that both intrigued and frustrated him. You didnโt fawn over him. You didnโt try to flirt or get his attention. You were justโฆ there.
And no matter how much he tried to ignore you, he couldnโt shake the feeling that you were gradually unraveling him.
โYo, you good, man?โ Kirishima asked after a particularly exhausting sparring session, wiping sweat from his brow.
Bakugo scowled, his irritation simmering just below the surface. โThe fuck kind of question is that?โ
Kirishima smirked, a knowing light in his eyes. โI dunno, dude. Youโve been off lately. Like, youโve been extra agitated every time (Y/N) is around.โ
Bakugoโs fists tightened into balls at his sides, his heart racing. โShut the hell up.โ
Kirishima just laughed, unfazed. โBro. Youโre so obvious.โ
There was nothing obvious about it, at least thatโs what he kept telling himself. The truth was, every time he caught a glimpse of you cheering for himโyour lips curled into that soft smile, your eyes sparkling with prideโhe felt something shift inside him. Something he wasn't prepared to confront.
It was maddening how a simple presence could ignite a fire in his chest.
He cursed under his breath, pushing the thought aside. There was nothing to even talk about, nothing to feel. Because whatever this wasโwhatever you were doing to himโhe wasnโt gonna let it get in the way.
He refused to let his heart get tangled in the mess of feelings he didnโt understand. But deep down, a part of him wondered if perhaps being a fighter meant more than just throwing punches. Perhaps it meant fighting for somethingโor someoneโworth it.
So, as always, he did the only thing he knew how to do.
He trained harder.
And harder.
And harder.
Like he could beat the thought of you out of his head.
Like he could make himself stop wanting something he wasnโt supposed to have.
But no matter how hard he triedโฆYou were still there.
And that was the real problem.
After that night, thingsโฆ shifted.
He stopped avoiding you. Stopped pretending you didnโt exist.
You still werenโt pushing to be in his life, but somehow, you were just thereโcloser than before.
And maybeโฆ just maybeโฆ he liked that.
A little too much.
Recently, You started showing up at the gym more.
You never interrupted his training, never got in his way, but he could feel you there. Could hear the way youโd tease Kirishima when he dropped a weight. Could hear your voice in between the rounds of his sparring matches.
And you wanna know the worst part about it?
He started looking forward to it.
โYouโre getting better,โ you said one day, watching him hit the pads with his trainer.
He wiped sweat from his brow, smirking. โTch. โCourse I am. Iโm not some weak-ass rookie.โ
You rolled your eyes. โNever said you were. But you used to just go for the kill every fight. Youโre starting to actually think in the ring.โ
His smirk faltered.
Because that was true, too.
He fought like a ticking time bomb, each punch a detonation of raw power that sent shockwaves through his opponents. His reputation was built on pure brute force, but recentlyโฆ everything had shifted.
He was evolving.
Taking a breath.
Learning the game.
Maybe it was because, for the first time, he had someone whose opinion actually mattered to him.
Shit.
This was spiraling out of control.
It wasnโt just in the ring anymore.
You started showing up in his life outside the gym, too. After every match, youโd be there, thrusting a water bottle into his hands before he could even catch his breath.
โYouโve got to hydrate, dumbassโ youโd tease, rolling your eyes like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
And hell, he found himself addicted to the way you called him a dumbass with that playful grin.
Then there was that one night when Kirishima dragged him to a late-night diner, and there you wereโtotally unexpected.
But instead of bailing like he usually would, he took a seat next to you in the booth. He picked at his food, captivated by your animated argument with Kirishima about something ridiculously trivial. When you nudged his arm, asking for his take, he found himself responding.
Because he wanted to.
Because you were a blast.
Because, for just a moment, fighting faded into the background.
Thatโs when things got really complicated.
The real trouble started the moment he stopped denying it.
When he started craving your presence.
When he caught himself stealing glances at you when you thought he wasnโt looking.
When he realized your laughter was now his favorite melody.
And then the late nights came, when he lay in bed wide awake, staring at the ceiling, wondering what you were up to.
Did you think about him, too?
Oh hell.
He was in deep.
And he had no idea how to navigate this storm brewing inside him.
Bakugo didnโt know what the hell was wrong with him.
Scratch thatโhe knew.
He just didnโt want to admit it.
For weeks now, heโd been stuck in his own goddamn head, tryingโand failingโto pretend that you werenโt the reason his focus was slipping. Every training session, every sparring match, everything just feltโฆ off. It had gotten worse.
Everything about you messed with him.
The way you chewed on your lip when you were thinking, lost in a world that felt miles away. The way your voice softened when you spoke to him, just a little, as if he wasnโt the disaster everybody painted him to be. The way you looked at himโeyes bright and curiousโlike he was more than just his fists, more than the explosive temper that often burned those around him.
And now? He couldnโt fucking stand it.
Because he wanted you.
Badly.
And it was driving him insane.
โSo,โ Kirishima said, leaning against the locker room bench, arms crossed with that unnerving spiky smile plastered on his face. โYou gonna tell her, or are you just gonna keep making that face forever?โ
Bakugo scowled. โWhat fucking face?โ
Kirishima smirked wider, his eyes twinkling with mischief. โThe one youโre making right now. The โIโm a grumpy volcano thatโs about to eruptโ face.โ
With an annoyed grunt, Bakugo yanked off his gloves, throwing them into his locker as if they were the source of all his problems. โI ainโt makinโ a face.โ
โDude.โ Kirishima exhaled dramatically, rolling his eyes. โYou like her. Itโs painfully obvious. You get all weird and broody whenever sheโs around.โ
Bakugo turned his back, trying to hide the heat blooming in his cheeks. โI ainโt broody.โ
Kirishima ignored him, shoving his hands into his pockets with a casual confidence that only aggravated Bakugo further. โAnd she definitely likes you, too.โ
That made him freeze.
His fingers tightened around the straps of his gloves, heart hammering in a way he really didnโt fucking like. The thought of you returning his feelings stirred something inside himโa mix of fear and hope that twisted his stomach into knots.
He forced a scoff, trying to mask the turmoil. โTch. You donโt know that.โ
โBro, she watches your fights like sheโs trying to figure you out. No one stares at someone that much unless theyโre either obsessed or in love.โ
Bakugo clenched his jaw, irritation bubbling up.
Love.
No.
That wasnโt what this was.
It couldnโt be.
Right?
Kirishima leaned forward, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret. โIโve seen the way she lights up when you walk in. When she cheers for you, itโs like sheโs rooting for a hero.โ
He paused, letting his words settle into Bakugo's mind, each one weighing heavier than the last. โYou could have something real, man. But if you just keep pretending itโs nothingโโ
Bakugo cut him off, spinning around with a fierce glare. โShut it! Iโm not in the mood for your sappy bullshit!โ
Kirishima raised his hands in defense. โHey, Iโm just saying what weโre all thinking. You canโt keep running away from this. Itโs like you want to explode but youโre holding it back. Just tell her how you feel!โ
But the thought of putting himself out there, of opening up, felt like a different kind of explosionโone that terrified him. A battle he wasn't sure he could win.
โWhat if Iโฆ?โ His voice trailed off, the whisper fragile, almost foreign to him.
โWhat if you what?โ Kirishima pressed, leaning in closer, eyebrows furrowed in genuine concern.
โWhat if she thinks Iโm a total loser?โ Bakugo shot back, the words slipping out before he could catch them.
Kirishima chuckled softly, shaking his head. โDude, sheโs been right by your side through everything. Trust me. She sees you. The real you. Not just the angry guy who blows stuff up.โ
And in that moment, all Bakugo could do was stare into his friend's earnest eyes, the wheels turning in his mind. He felt the pressure build within himโnot just the pressure of his own chaotic thoughts, but a surge of longing that was hard to ignore.
โWhat if I try?โ he muttered, almost to himself.
Kirishimaโs face split into a grin. โNow youโre talking! Just think about it. Taking a leap like this can lead to something incredible. And who knows? You might just find that sheโs waiting for you to make a move.โ
Bakugo took a deep breath, gripping his locker. The thought of finally breaking free from this never-ending cycle of confusion was both terrifying and exhilarating. But deep down, he knew he couldn't keep pretending anymore.
With every passing moment, the desire to grab you by the shoulders and confess everything grew stronger. He would have to face his fearsโhead-on, just like he did in every fight.
โAlright,โ he growled, determination erupting within him. โIโll do it.โ
As Kirishima gave him a confident nod, Bakugo felt the familiar rush of adrenaline that accompanied every fightโbut this time, it was for something much more important than just victory. It was for you. The challenge had been accepted, and he was ready to stop being the broody, angry guy everyone expected him to be.
Bakugo would fight for this, and he wouldn't back down. Not now, not ever.
Kirishima nudged him with his foot. โDude, just confess already. Itโs not like sheโs gonna reject you.โ
Bakugo exhaled sharply, running a hand through his damp hair.
Confess?
He wasnโt that guy.
He wasnโt soft. He wasnโt romantic. He didnโt have a way with words.
And what if he messed it up?
What if you looked at him differently?
What ifโ
Kirishima snapped his fingers in front of his face. โOi. Stop thinking so damn much.โ
Bakugo growled. โI ainโtโโ
โYeah, yeah, you ainโt thinking, whatever.โ Kirishima rolled his eyes. โJust tell her.โ
Bakugo let out a long, frustrated sigh.
Fine.
Fuck it.
If he was gonna do this, he was gonna do it his way.
Finding you wasnโt hard. You were always around the gym, watching his fights, teasing him after sparring sessions, lighting a fire in his chest that he couldnโt quite understand.
And just like always, there you wereโsitting on the bench outside the gym, scrolling through your phone, waiting.
Waiting for him.
His stomach tightened at the sight.
He shoved the feeling aside and made his way toward you, stopping just a foot away.
You glanced up, a bright smile breaking across your face. โOh, hey! Good fight tonight. You didnโt completely destroy the guy in the first round this time. Progress.โ
He ignored the jab, shoving his hands into his pockets to hide the slight tremor. โCome with me.โ
You blinked, surprised. โUh. Okay?โ
You stood, raising an eyebrow, but didnโt argue when he began to walk awayโleading you down the dimly lit street. The hum of the city buzzed around, cars thudding in the distance, the faint flickering of a streetlamp overhead matching the anxiety in his chest.
Finally, he stopped near an empty park, hands still deep in his pockets. The air felt electric, charged with anticipation and the weight of everything he was about to say.
You tilted your head, your curiosity making you even more breathtaking. โSoโฆ whatโs up?โ
He exhaled sharply, staring at the ground like it held the answers to all his questions.
Fuck.
Why was this so hard?
He could beat the hell out of seasoned fighters, could take punches that would knock most guys out, could bleed for his dreamโbut standing here, he felt utterly paralyzed.
His hands curled into fists with frustration.
Then, finallyโ
โI like you.โ
Silence.
The words hung in the air, heavy and final.
Slowly, you blinked.
โโฆWait. What?โ
His jaw clenched. โYou heard me.โ
A small smile tugged at your lips, transforming your face into a canvas of joy. โI think I did. But you might have to say it again.โ
His eye twitched. โI swear to godโโ
You laughed, the sound like music ringing through the night.
It irritated him and thrilled him all at once, making his heart race faster.
You crossed your arms, a mischievous glint in your eye. โOkay, letโs pretend I didnโt already know that. Why do you like me?โ
His stomach flipped, twisting in a whirlwind of nerves.
โTch. The hell kinda question is that?โ
โA very fair one.โ You raised an eyebrow, challenging him to explain the impossible. โCโmon, Katsuki. If youโre gonna confess, do it right.โ
His face burned hotter than a raging flame.
This is a mistake.
Why the hell am I doing this?
But he was already in too deep.
So, fuck it.
He took a tentative step closer.
Then another.
Until you were right there, just inches away, your teasing expression faltering as you realized the gravity of the moment.
His voice dropped lower, rough yet full of depth. โI like you because you donโt take my shit.โ
You inhaled sharply, eyes wide with surprise.
โI like you because you donโt look at me like everyone else does.โ
Your breath hitched, and he noticed the way your lips parted slightly.
โI like you because youโre in my goddamn head and I canโt get you out.โ
Your gaze flickered down to his mouth, and he saw everything shift in your expression, a mix of surprise and something he dared to hope was desire.
And thenโ
He kissed you.
Hard.
It was a surge of emotion, raw and unrefined. All teeth, heat, and a desperate need, as if the world around them had vanished and there was only you and him in that moment.
This wasnโt some innocent little crush.
This was him breaking.
Breaking down walls that had stood for too long, walls that had been built to keep everyoneโand everythingโout. But you had found the cracks, slipped through them before he even realized what was happening, and nowโnowโhe was caving.
Your fingers fisted into his shirt, desperate, pulling him closer like you couldnโt get enough. And fuck, that was all the encouragement he needed.
He growled against your lips, something raw and almost dangerous, his hands gripping your waist in a vice, holding you there, pinning you against him like you were the only thing keeping him tethered to the goddamn earth.
You gasped, and he took advantage of it, deepening the kissโhungry, reckless, all-consuming. It was messy, all teeth and heat and the undeniable, electric pull between you both.
He wasnโt thinking anymore.
He was just feeling.
You tasted like something dangerous. Something he couldnโt get enough ofโlike a match striking against gasoline, igniting something deep inside him that had been waiting to burn.
His fingers dug into your hips, pulling you flush against him, and he let out a shaky, almost desperate breath against your mouth.
More.
He needed more.
The feeling of your body against his, the heat of your skin seeping into him, the way your nails raked up his back, sending a sharp shudder through his spineโit was fucking addictive.
He had been starving, and now that he had this, now that he had you, he didnโt know how the hell he was supposed to stop.
Your lips moved in sync, perfectly, like you had been waiting just as long for thisโlike you had wanted him all this time, too.
And when you moaned softly against him, he damn near lost his mind.
His hand slid up your back, pressing against the curve of your spine, holding you impossibly close, swallowing the sound like it was hisโbecause it was.
You were his.
And the realization hit him harder than any punch he had ever taken.
By the time he pulled back, panting, his forehead pressing against yours, he could feel your breath against his lipsโshaky, unsteady, just as wrecked as he was.
You looked up at him, lips swollen, eyes dazed, and fuck, he had never seen anything more perfect.
He smirked, but it was different this timeโsofter, but no less intense.
โTch. Told you,โ he muttered, his voice rough from the weight of everything he had just let go.
You exhaled, blinking up at him, breathless but grinning, and shit, that smileโthat goddamn smileโmade something inside him snap all over again.
โOkay. Yeah. That was definitely a confession.โ
He huffed a laugh, his chest still heaving. โDamn right it was.โ
And when you reached up, tracing your fingers along the sharp edge of his jaw, tilting his face back down to yours, he knewโhe fucking knew.
There was no going back from this.
The world could go to hell, the entire damn boxing circuit could collapse, and he wouldnโt care.
In that moment, with the stars shining overhead and the world spinning just for them, Bakugo felt something shift inside. No longer just a fighter or a hot-headed boxerโhe was yours.
And he wasnโt letting you go.
Mine, he thought, and he knew he was ready to face whatever came nextโtogether.
And for the first time in his life, he wasnโt afraid of wanting.
Overview: Boxer AU. Bakugou is a young pro boxer climbing his way to the top of the charts. One day, his friends Kirishima and Ashido invite you to a match. Unbeknownst to you, you end up accidentally distracting Katsuki during a fight and he gets a punch landed on his face.
Pairing: Boxer!Bakugou Katsuki x Female!Reader
Word Count: 1,864
Warning(s): Lots of swearing.
Authorโs Note: Thank you whoever requested this! I had so much fun writing this. I need some more Boxer!Bakugou in my lifeโฆ Enjoy! :)
The crowd roared when he threw the final punch, adrenaline rushing through his body as felt the impact beneath his hand, watching his opponent fall to the ground. Sweat ran down the sides of his temples, stinging the gash on his high point of his cheek bone. But Bakugouโs head was too filled with the lingering buzz of epinephrine to notice.
Boxer!Bakugou who has your initials sewn into his boxing gloves
Boxer!Bakugou who will literally refuse to even step foot in s boxing ring without a good luck kiss from you claiming โbad luckโ and all that
Boxer!Bakugou who gets you free seats to every single one of his matches telling everyone youโre VIP
Boxer!Bakugou who hates posting on social media because of his fangirls comments that consist of โshes not treating him rightโ โHis girlfriend cant fight all of usโ or โwhat does he see in herโ because you are the best thing to ever happen to him
Boxer!Bakugou who once heard his opponent talking about you in a bad light and got so mad that during the match he had to be held back
Boxer!Bakugou who won an olympic gold medal in boxing and when asked on whats his biggest motivation he said your name
Boxer!Bakugou who teaches you basic boxing techniques claiming theyโre for โself defenseโ but in reality itโs because he finds you extremely attractive when your fighting
Boxer!Bakugou who is confused on why you have so much merchandise of him โYou have the real thing right here, the fuck you need all these posters for?โ
Boxer!Bakugou who when he does post on social media its literally only to brag about you
Boxer!Bakugou who doesnโt let any medical professional fix him up after a match. The only person he wants to do it is you
Boxer!Bakugou whos training playlist was made by you
Boxer!Bakugou who only follows you and 3 others on instagram
Boxer!Bakugou who once saw that โ#BoxingBreakupโ was trending on twitter with people saying you guys broke up and shut it down immediately saying โIll retire from boxing before I even have the thought of leaving her.โ
Boxer!Bakugou who likes to see you holding his belts because thats what truly makes him feel like a winner
Boxer!Bakugou whoโs actually a really gentle person when it comes to his younger fans. Parents have said heโs like a big brother to all of his little audience
Boxer!Bakugou who got so mad during an interview when the interviewer said โMenโs boxing is the only good version of boxingโ because who said women canโt do and be good boxing too?
Boxer!Bakugou who has to be forced into a self care day with you because you constantly fear that heโs going to hurt himself with the crazy training schedule he has
Boxer!Bakugou who still has a bedtime of 8:30
Boxer!Bakugou who tries not to get too bloody during matches knowing seeing his blood on his face scares you
Boxer!Bakugou who calls you his manager
Boxer!Bakugou whoโs wallpaper is you guys punching a punching bag with matching boxing gloves
Boxer!Bakugou who loathed paparazzi not because theyโre taking pictures of him, its because theyโre taking pictures of you and he hates when people make you uncomfortable
Boxer!Bakugou who says during an interview โI donโt give a damn if sheโs not a boxer like me, hell she doesnโt even have to be an athlete, sheโs gonna the one I marryโ
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เซฎโ ยด ๊ณ `โแ-- "This is stupid," Katsuki watches you play in the flowers, laughing like a little kid seeing colors for the first time. "You see these every spring."
"I know, but they're so pretty!" carefully, you plucked some from the ground and started to braid and intertwine them, carefully making a flower crown. "I can make one for you too, Katsu!"
he watched as you placed one on your head, smiling so brightly. it made his heart so warm he wanted to throw up. you're too sweet and kind and loving and all warm and cute.
its like you were one with the seasons, all connected to nature and-
a little prick on his arm.
he looked down, blinking slowly.
a damn bee.
with a sigh, he moved closer to you, tapping your shoulder. "let me see your bag." he grumbles, watching your face morph into confusion. "Okay..?"
he digs around, pulling out something you couldn't quite see at first, then pulling up his shorts. "What's that?"
"Epipen."
"Oh."
"WHAT?!" he stabs his thigh, letting out a soft grunt. he waited for a bit, then sighed. "...M'allergic to bees."
"WHY DIDN'T YOU SAY ANYTHING?!" your shouting was definitely not helping the situation. "Oh my god you could've died- when did you put that in my bag?!"
he patted your shoulder, groaning. "Ah that hurts like a bitch. But I put it there because I knew there'd be bees. And I don't know about you, but I don't really feel like dying to a damn bee today or going to the hospital."
you were still panicking, rambling on about if he would die or whatever, so he shut you up with a kiss and pulling you closer. "I am fine. I am not dead. This happens." he reassures, staring down at you.
"Now are you going to keep bitching or do you want froyo?"
"...I want froyo."
"Alright. Lets go before I get stung again. I don't got another one of those on me. Shits are expensive."
its me
hi
im the problem its me
crackwriting is my love language i had this idea for a while.
literally thank god sex isnt real and was just invented by big fiction to emphasize greater social and psychological themes i was getting scared id have to do all that
Stop telling disabled people that you'd kill yourself if you were in our shoes. It's not the compliment you think it is. You might as well be saying "I'm surprised you haven't killed yourself yet. Why are you alive?"
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