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𖦹 content. k.bakugou x reader. fluff

Katsuki Bakugou liked to think he wasn’t the type of person who got distracted.

He trained harder than anyone else in Class 1-A. He didn’t waste time daydreaming. He didn’t stare out windows. He certainly didn’t spend entire lessons watching someone instead of paying attention.

At least, that’s what he told himself.

The problem was you.

Bakugou still remembered the first time he saw you. It wasn’t dramatic. No slow motion. No grand realization.

You had simply walked into class on your first day, looking mildly annoyed because your bag strap had gotten caught on the door handle.

Most people would’ve ignored it.

Bakugou didn’t.

And somehow, after that, he never stopped noticing you.

At first, it was accidental.

He noticed how you always arrived a few minutes early.

How you tapped your pencil against your desk whenever you were thinking.

How you scrunched your nose when reading difficult material.

How you secretly slipped snacks to Kaminari whenever he forgot breakfast.

Tiny things. Meaningless things.

Things he absolutely shouldn’t have remembered.

Yet somehow, they stayed.

Watching you became a habit.

Then the habit became his favorite part of the day.

He’d catch sight of you laughing with your friends in the hallway.

See you practicing your quirk after class.

Hear your voice across the training grounds.

And every single time, something inside him settled.

Which was incredibly irritating, because Bakugou Katsuki didn’t do feelings. Especially not whatever this was.

Unfortunately, his classmates were beginning to notice.

One afternoon, everyone was gathered in the common room.

You sat across the room, completely unaware.

Bakugou wasn’t even trying to stare.

He just happened to glance up.

And then glance up again. And again. And maybe a fourth time.

“Bro.” Kirishima’s voice cut through the silence.

Bakugou frowned. “What?”

Kirishima looked between him and you.

Then back at him. “Oh.”

Bakugou immediately hated that tone. “Oh what?”

Kaminari suddenly sat up. “What? What happened?”

Kirishima pointed. At him. Then at you.

Bakugou’s stomach dropped. “No.”

“Oh my god,” Kaminari gasped.

“NO.”

“You like her!”

“I DON’T.”

“You’ve been staring at her for fifteen minutes.”

“I HAVE NOT.”

“You literally smiled.”

The room went silent.

Bakugou froze. “…What?”

Kaminari looked horrified. “Dude.”

Kirishima looked equally shocked. “Dude.”

Bakugou’s eye twitched. “What are you idiots talking about?”

“You smiled.”

“I did not.”

“You did.”

“I DID NOT.”

“You looked at her like she just won the Sports Festival.”

Bakugou felt heat crawl up his neck.

Impossible. Absolutely impossible.

He was careful. Nobody was supposed to notice.

Unfortunately, at that exact moment, you looked up.

Your eyes met his.

For one terrible second, neither of you looked away.

Then you smiled. A small one. Soft and warm.

Only for him.

And Bakugou forgot how to breathe.

Across the room, Kaminari slammed both hands over his mouth.

Kirishima looked like he was witnessing history.

Bakugou immediately stood. “I’m leaving.”

“You’ve got it bad.”

“SHUT UP.”

He stormed out of the common room while laughter erupted behind him.

But as he walked away, one thought lingered stubbornly in his mind.

Because for all his efforts to hide it—

for all the years he’d spent pretending not to care—

there was one truth he could never escape.

Watching you had become his favorite habit.

And he wasn’t sure he wanted to stop anymore.

a/n: it's a beautiful feeling to love someone so much that you feel as though it might kill you, and i'm grateful to say that I was able to write this from experience (p.s. listen to soft spot by keshi!! and the whole 'requiem' album <3)

katsuki softens the moment he sees you. every single time.

it was a small change at first, barely noticeable. he'd be scowling, a seemingly-permanent frown etched on his face, until you walked into the room. the moment his eyes landed on you, they would lose some of their fire, his bark would lose some of its bite. it was like the storm around him would quiet for just a moment, enough for you to walk through. and he would let you.

he never thought he'd experience a love like that. never thought he was capable of being loved like that.

at first it was terrifying. because how could someone as kind, as gentle, as alive as you find him worth loving? sure, he's a guy who talks big, but that's only because he never imagined a world in which that big talk would be challenged. katsuki never thought, for a single second, that something, or someone, would walk into his life and make him question everything he thought he knew about himself.

he finds himself doing things he wouldn't normally do. he doesn't like going out, but he'd do it for you in a heartbeat. he hated conversations that just felt like nothing but words to fill the silence, until your voice came into his head, and his heart; he could listen to you talk about nonsense for hours, just to hear your voice.

he didn't like anyone, he thought. he never had, katsuki had always just assumed it wasn't in the cards for him. and he was fine with that; he had goals to chase, and all of that romance stuff could be left to the wayward. it was the last thing on his mind growing up.

until suddenly he looked up from his life and realized that you had him wrapped around your finger. and he knew wouldn't change a damn thing, despite the fear (which he was beyond fearful—katsuki was fucking terrified of how much he loved you).

he had a soft spot for you, a warm place carved in his heart that mirrored the shape of you, and it was that warmth that kept that fire in him aflame. it was that warmth that, despite the terrible feeling that came with the fear of loving you so much it felt like his heart might burst out of his chest, he kept loving you, as long as you'd let him. it's no secret that he was hoping for forever.

↪ in katsuki's eyes, the little family he built was perfect, no matter what anyone else had to say. katsuki bakugo x reader

content warning: your son is mute in this!!! i thought it would be an interesting concept to explore since bakugo was so loud as a kid. also imagining him with a baby boy that's calm & quiet makes my heart singggggggg

when your son was first born, he looked identical to your husband. they both had the same pale skin and unruly blonde strands you loved threading your fingers through, and after the first few months of your little boy's life, you would come to learn that he had acquired katsuki's smile, too. it was small (uncharacteristically shy) and a sight that had your heart growing three sizes bigger whenever you saw it. you're sure your chest doesn't have enough space to harbor all the love you feel for your two favorite people.

your son was a naturally quiet baby. never fussing much and always quieting down once he was in either you or katsuki's arms. it was no surprise that so many of your friends always fawned over the adorably chubby baby that happened to be so well behaved, and he was quite often referred to as being an angel—but, there was something undeniably different about your son from other children.

while you were used to seeing funny videos of babies blabbering nonsense or the familiar chime of a child's laugh in public, you've never had the pleasure of hearing any of those sounds from your son. the most you and katsuki had gotten were breathless little fits of laughter and small huffs every now and then when he wanted to get your attention. he was... quiet, silent in a way you weren't used to after being with katsuki for so long.

he responded perfectly well to his surroundings, showed no other issues that could have you feeling concerned, and doctors initially told you and katsuki that some children are simply late bloomers. you'd soon come to learn that something had been amiss with him, but you'd also learn how to adapt.

there had been no more trying to coax your son into talking after the acceptance of his fate, just you and katsuki adjusting to the fact that your little boy's voice simply wasn't something you'd get to hear.

you try to be silent as you shift outside your son's bedroom door, using the corridor's light to get a better glimpse at the scene inside. katsuki has one knee pulled up to prop a book against, and his other arm is cradling your son to his chest. the four year old's eyes are bright and attentive, face pressed against the curve of katsuki's broad chest as he listens to his father's gruff voice read him a bedtime story.

katsuki's palm runs up and down the little boy's back, unaware of your watchful eyes in the doorway. you watch your son fight to keep his eyes open and keep listening, but it's not long before he's going limp in katsuki's hold with his lashes fluttering close. there's a few moments of silence before you hear the rustling of fabric as you watch katsuki carefully lay your son onto his bed and tuck him beneath his blanket, smoothing out the blonde strands on his forehead as the little boy's breathing slowly evens out.

katsuki doesn't turn when you wrap your arms around his waist, merely slinging an arm over your shoulder and sitting the both of you down on the edge of your son's bed

"kats, did you like his pajamas?" you question quietly, watching the corner of your husband's lip quirk up in a rare grin

the pajamas you refer to currently on your son are dynamight themed, with bright orange fabric as soft as the fluffiest of clouds. he glances back at the sleeping boy before shaking his head

"didn't think i'd like seeing him wear my merch so much." katsuki grumbles, almost like he's mad at himself for finding the sight endearing

"he got so excited when he saw them while we were out shopping." you murmur fondly

"ya think he's finally taken an interest into hero merch cause he saw me freak out over that icyhot plush I found in his toy box?"

"well, you did throw it off the balcony. totally uncalled for by the way."

"you shoulda seen his face afterwards. funniest thing ever." katsuki snorts, glancing at the peacefully sleeping boy before his eyes soften

"and i got him a bunch of toys after. i think we got even."

"sure," you smile softly. his palm, warm and steady, slips under your shirt and moves up and down the slope of your spine in that comforting manner you've come to love. katsuki eyes your son for a moment, gaze slowly moving back towards you in thought. you look up at him through your lashes curiously, and he suddenly pulls you closer

"i want another one."

"another—what?"

"you know." he grumbles, and you gasp quietly before gently slapping his arm

"katsuki!"

"what? we make cute babies." he huffs, poking your cheek as you gently swat his hand away. he grabs your wrist, raising his brows to let you know that he was serious, and you pause briefly as you stare back at him

"...we'll see." you finally settle on, and he seems satisfied by your answer as he stands and intertwines your fingers with his, pulling you along with him out of your son's room

"i get to chose the name this time around."

"you'll name it something stupid."

"her. and i won't." he sneers, pinching your cheek as you squeal

"a girl? you'd want a girl? you said you didn't care about the gender the first time around." you say surprised as he shuts your son's bedroom door, leading you down the hall

"yeah, but... i dunno. i like the thought of seeing a mini you running around the house, and i think he'd like a sister... doesn't sound so bad." he murmurs, ears tinged pink as you smile

"that's cute." you coo with an infectious giggle. his faux annoyance simmers away eventually when you squeeze his hand tightly in your own

"mama mitsuki is going to be so happy to hear you want more—i can already picture her face." you say as you imitate her expression, parting your lips in a mock shock as katsuki groans, loud and unabashedly

"she's gonna be fucking insufferable if we tell her. i'd rather not. don't you remember what she did the first time when we told her you were pregnant?"

"she invited the whole neighborhood to a cookout in her backyard and printed copies of the ultrasound to pass out in goodie bags." you recall with a laugh, and katsuki rolls his eyes

"and that is why we're not telling her. if it happens... we'll keep it between us for a little while, alright?"

his voice is uncharacteristically soft before his hand moves to cradle the back of your head, pulling your forehead closer to him before placing a kiss onto your temple and ruffling your hair.

you use the moment to take advantage of katsuki having his guard down to get on your tippy toes to peck his lips. he doesn't hesitate to wrap his hands around the back of your thighs to lift you off the ground, and you quickly wrap your legs around his strong waist with a grin

My Kataang heart was BURSTING

pairings: husband!katsuki bakugou x f!reader

summary: a peak into domestic life with husband!katsuki :)

warnings: none! except brief mentions of periods

includes: the honeymoon, lazy sundays, first arguments and quiet intimacy!

#┆THE HONEYMOON .ᐟ ⌖

— marriage with katsuki is ... quiet

— he'd rent out the largest house he can find in the quietest places around

— i think for honeymoon's he'd obviously go wherever you want, but i also think he'd really appreciate a place that's culture heavy since the guy loves to cook 🙂‍↕️

— somewhere like greece or turkey? anywhere he'd be exposed to different spices, ingredients and like new cooking methods

— he really likes sight seeing with you! dressing up in coordinated outfits and taking candid shots when he thinks you aren't paying attention 

— i can't imagine him enjoying swimming that much… especially not with the effort it takes to do his hair. but i also can't picture him sitting in one spot under the sun either

— you have to negotiate with him and promise that if he joins you can't get his hair wet

— he wants to be your personal tour gide. he will NOT trust tour guides. he's confident he knows the best places for the two of you to go to

— but he's also taking you around with an hour worth of research and a map he printed at home!

— he hates airports. not the flying, but definitely the lines and the sheer amount of people around the two of you. every ten seconds you see him biting his tongue trying not to tell someone off for standing a little too close to the two of you