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•MASTERLIST•

Hello, this is my master list!

All fics will be written as fem! Reader unless requested otherwise:)

REQUESTS- OPEN!

Bakugo-

Sunshine! Reader X grumpy! Katsuki

Reacting to you falling asleep on them ( multiple characters)

First I love you’s (multiple characters)

Married life headcanon

Mean!crybaby! Reader

Prohero! Katsuki with injured prohero! Wife

From afar. (Yearning bakugo)

Current boyfriend prank (multiple characters)

Pinning him in a spar.

No choice .

Reacting to curly/ wavy haired reader with hair down(multi character)

Bakugo angst (“if I let myself have you, I’ll loose everything I’ve been working for.)

Bakugo worrying over your overworking yourself

Kirishima-

My confession

Reacting to you falling asleep on them ( multiple characters)

First I love you’s (multiple characters)

You knew.

Jealous boy.

Current boyfriend prank (multiple characters)

Kirishima seeing you with kids.

Reacting to curly/wavy haired reader with hair down (multi character)

Denki-

First I love you’s (multiple characters)

Secret admirer

Current boyfriend prank (multiple characters)

Denki X nonchalant!Reader head canons

Izuku-

First I love you’s (multiple characters)

Current boyfriend prank(multiple characters)

Todoroki-

Fluffy shower

Reacting to you falling asleep on them (multiple characters)

First I love you’s (multiple characters)

Current boyfriend prank (multiple characters)

Shinsou-

Current boyfriend prank (multiple characters)

Dabi-

Reacting to curly/wavy haired reader with hair down (multi character)

Mean!Crybaby!Reader

Hawks-

Reacting to curly/wavy haired reader with hair down (multi character)

YESSSS!! My first req in a hot min and it js happens to be bakugo :)))

Any gramatical errors I apologize for in advance, I’m so tired lololll

Warnings: OOC BAKUGO, Cussing, that’s basically all lol

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Stressed wouldn’t even begin to put a dent in the feelings in your chest right now.

Finals week was approaching faster than ever, and even though you’d been studying nonstop—you’d never felt more unprepared.

You stared at the jumbled words on your computer, struggling to read any of it h through your sleepy haze. You felt terrible, a strange sickness overcoming you due to your lack of self care the past week. A buzz from your phone startled you awake.

It was a text from your group chat, Mina being the sender.

‘Alien queen: hey guyyysyyssy don’t forget abt the movie night!!’

As you watched everyone thumbs up the text you felt a stronger sense of impending doom flood your stomach. All you wanted to do was sleep and finish this stupid fucking text chapter of notes. You really didn’t have time for the planned movie night. You let a sigh out as you started typing.

‘You: sorry I won’t be there! I have to study, but I’ll make it to the next!’ You sent the text and shut your phone off. You knew she’d probably reply with some kind of beg, and you knew you’d probably cave immediately, so you just decided to shut the phone down entirely.

You looked back at your computer, now more determined than ever, but as you read through the first few sentences, you felt your eyes growing heavy. You could really use a coffee, you thought with a yawn. You checked the time and realized that you had enough time to get up and grab one.

As you began shuffling through your things your door opened a little too harsh to be friendly.

Your back whipped around in an instinct. There stood, a very annoyed, bakugo.

“Holy shit. Katsuki you cannot open my door like that.” You felt the shock in your body slowly fading as you looked at him incredulously.

“I can open doors as I damn please.” He huffed as you stepped into the cluttered room. “Yer rooms a mess.”

You glared at him slightly as you continued looking for your wallet. “Aren’t you supposed to be in the common room for the movie night?” You asked him with curiosity.

“Aren’t you?” He snapped back.

“I can’t, Kats. I’m way to busy with studying for finals right now and—“ while talking you had turned around to face him and in an instant he was in front of you with a hand on your face. The quick movement shocked you, cutting you off mid sentence.

“Ya got circles under your eyes, how long you been studying for?” His words weren’t gentle, but you knew he was trying.

“For as long until I feel confident, and right now I don’t feel any type of confident. So I really need to get back to studying.” You tried to break for

His grasp but he brought his other hand up to trap you. His fingers grazed your cheeks softly.

“Nuh uh.” He said with a shake of his head.

“Katsuki, what the hell are you talking about ‘nuh uh’. I need to study!—“ you tried to push away from him but he didn’t budge in the slightest.

“No. What you need to do is stop overworking yourself for no damn reason.” He pushed you towards the bed slowly, the soft shove not having any ill intent.

“I’m not overworking myself.” You snapped back in an instant,

“Yes you are, I can tell. You are gonna make yourself sick with the constant stress you put on yourself. Plus, you ain’t got shit to worry about, you’re gonna ace those damn finals” the two of you finally reached your bed as the back of your knees bent at the contact. You plopped onto the bed as he stood at his full height.

“I know.. I just…I don’t know, I really wanna do good on them.” You sighed as you looked up at him. Both of his hands still remained on your face as you saw a scrunch in his eyebrows.

“Which you will, but not if you can’t keep your damn head up because you stayed up for a week studying.” His tone was almost joking, but you could tell he was being as serious as ever.

In a flash of movement you were laying flat on your bed with him on top of you. His body weight gave you almost no ability to move.

“Gah! Katsuki—get off of me!” You said as he nuzzled his face in your neck.

“Mmmmnope. You aren’t moving until you get some rest and stop stressing me the fuck out.” His words were muffled but you heard each word clearly.

“How am I stressing you out? Get off of me you big fat baby!” You struggled against him as he seemed to only get even more comfortable.

“You stressing yourself out stresses me out. Now go to sleep.” He grumbled out. “Please.”

You sighed against his hair as you finally gave up trying to escape his grasp.

You mumbled something along the lines of ‘fine’ as you adjusted yourself to get more comfortable. He groaned as your fingers came up to play in his hair.

A/N: YES OFC!! I love whenever I can craft a y/n that people can relate too!!!! This isn’t too long and also isn’t proof read so if there’s grammatical tropes my sincerest apologiessss (And thank you for requesting lovely) also he’s so OOC but I just wanted some comfort from this 😞

Warnings: slight angst to comfort, mentions of smoking, emotional distress from reader

Request—open

Dabi x mean!crybaby!reader.

You hated it. You hated feeling like this. Yet here you were, for what felt like the thousandth time.

You and Dabi had gotten into a small argument; something that really shouldn’t have been anything, but you felt your words spill from your mouth like poison before you could even register what it was you were saying. It was like you got filled with a red hot rage that blinded you from thinking with any kind of common sense.

And with that came the escalation of the situation. He hadn’t said anything considerably horrible, just small jabs here and there. But you weren’t thinking about that. Like some kind of weapon, you threw anything you could muster up. The decision hit you hard and fast. One second you were pointing at him with squinted eyes and a scowl, the next, you found yourself unable to get any sound out due to the burning sensation contracting around your throat. Your vision blurred in an instant. Dabi didn’t say anything , standing against the wall in your kitchen with his same unreadable expression he always had.

You felt a tear roll down your cheek unwillingly. You turned on your heel and walked as quickly as you could to your shared bedroom before he could say anything.

Now here you were, sitting on the edge of your bed, crying. You felt the guilt eating at your heart, the weight of your words coming down on you like an anvil. You could barely get out a string of curses aimed towards yourself as you rocked back and forth slightly on the messy blankets.

You were brought slightly out of your trance at the door clicking open, now realizing that you had slammed it shut previously. You didn’t need to look up to know it was Dabi, the only one it could’ve been.

He didn’t speak, instead choosing to walk slowly towards you. He sat gently on the spot a couple of inches away from where you were and took in a deep breath. The feeling of his scarred arm brushing against yours sent a jolt of electricity down your spine.

He smelled like cigarettes, in fact he’d probably went out for a smoke after your outburst.

You tried to calm your sobs down, shaky breaths slowly evening out. You felt a slight shift on the bed before you felt Dabi’s hand come up to lay softly on your back.

The gesture had grounded you to an extent, making it a little easier to speak.

“I-I’m so sorry. I wa—as mad.” You hiccuped the words out. He turned his head and you felt his grip tighten the smallest amount more.

“I know. we both were.” He responded with a raspy and tired voice. He sounded what you would consider as dehydrated, but the moment felt too tense to tease him so you focused on breathing regularly.

You laid your body weight against him, the tears finally ceasing their constant flow. His hand came up to cradle you, his body enveloping yours. The heat from his body seeped into yours, making your shaking disappear almost immediately.

For a moment there was comfortable silence, your occasional sniffle cutting through it. You felt confident in your ability to speak comprehensively and decided to formally address the argument.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m crying—if anything you should be crying.” You apologized once more, guilt still present in your mind. You weren’t looking at him but you could imagine the half scowl he’d always do.

“I’m not gonna cry. You didn’t say nothing I didn’t deserve, trust me I’ve heard much worse.” His laugh rattled in his chest as his thumb caressed you mindlessly.

You smiled softly, though you still weren’t completely at ease. Dabi felt the tension in your shoulders still present and sucked in a breath. He wasn’t good at comforting, hated it in fact. If it were anyone else he would’ve pretended nothing happened; ignoring them until things went back to normal. But it wasn’t anyone, it was you. And for some reason the sight of you stoning off choked up left him uneasy.

“It’s okay to cry.” He stated a little too fast to feel like true comfort, but you still felt warmth bloom in your chest at his words. You situated yourself to where you could see him better.

“I know..I just…I feel like I do it a lot? Too much really. I just get so mad, and before I even realize it I—i can’t stop crying.” Your emotions spilled out like word vomit the moment he gave you the chance.

His demeanor shifted slightly, almost as if he was thinking. He kept his half lidded expression as his eyes focused on the ceiling.

“Yeah you do cry a lot, but I mean who gives a shit? I don’t mind it. I think ya’ look cute all teary eyed.” He finally retorted. You felt the normal quirkiness of your banter slowly returning to your conversation. You laughed at his ending comment, slightly tapping his arm as if to simulate a playful hit.

“You’re right, I just wish I was less…emotional..I guess.” You replied truthfully.

He sighed once more. “Well don’t, I like you like you. If you were less emotional then you wouldn’t be you, so then i wouldn’t like you.” His deadpan reply made you feel more secure. You deemed that the official end of the conversation as you cuddled closer into him.

“I can’t believe you said that.” He muttered with a scoff.

Your eyelids suddenly shot open. What had he been referring to? You felt a nervous feeling bubble in your chest as you remembered the things you’d shouted during your argument.

“What are you talking about?” You asked softly, trying to sound as calm as you could.

“You said I was right. Didn’t think I’d live to see the day you’d finally admit it.” His laugh was more hearty now as he leaned against his arm.

You weren’t one to stare, but god what else could you do when he was right there?

AN- this was a part of a larger mha boys thing where I wrote them all as angst tropes but I didn’t feel like finishing the rest. LMK if u want those written and posted and I will I’m js lazyyyyyy

WARNINGS- angst!(comfort), cussing, Timeskip in story (goes from high-school then to their pro hero days.),

He stared at the dirt. For the entire duration of your “meet up” he’d looked everywhere but at you. You felt your heart crumble at his sudden distant behavior, but shoved all vulnerable emotions to the side as you cleared your throat.

“Why..?” You croaked out. You hadn’t meant to sound so weak—so pathetic—but you could only hold yourself together for so long. You knew he wasn’t stable, emotionally atleast. You’d stuck around for his outrageous highs and his booming outbursts. You’d stuck around because you thought that would be enough. But all of your doings were in vain.

“I can’t do a relationship right now.” He answered, his voice edged with asperity. His fists clenched, even as his face stayed mostly neutral. He hated this. Doing this to you. But what else could be done? You made him feel weak—you made him tear down all that walls he built to protect him from the harshness of life—and he couldn’t risk that. Not right now.

You looked at the boy infront of you In disbelief.

“You couldn’t have told me that seven months ago, bakugo?” Your words had grown from meek to powerful. The alleyway allowed your words to echo in his head, forcing the reinforcement of their message. If you were paying close attention, you could even see his eye twitch.

His eyes flickered up for a moment, brief enough for you to see the pain lacing them. But you didn’t care enough to recognize it, not when your heart was slowly shattering.

“I didn’t know it would lead to this…to this shit.” His words felt fake, hollow , like a poorly rehearsed school play was being performed right in front of you.

“what else could it of led to? I-I mean we discussed this, we knew each other’s goals—we talked about how pointless it was to date without a goal! Why are you acting like this?” You lost all previous lachrymose feelings and hardened your face. What you said was true, you and him both knew that. you knew his goals. You’d known eventually he would do something like this, but maybe you were too love-stricken to come to terms with it. Maybe all those nights you wasted overthinking weren’t really wasted. Perhaps they were preparing you for the cold-hearted truth.

He didn’t speak for awhile. Neither did you. You felt the deafening silence ring in your ears like an incessant bell. In moments like these, you wished you had a mind reading quirk.

He finally craned his neck straight, giving his eyes direct access to your damp face. He felt sick. How could he do this to you? But then again how could he not? You were a liability; you were merely an obstacle towards his dreams. So why did this hurt so bad?

“if I let myself have you, I’ll lose everything I’ve been fighting for.” The words came out with such raw emotions, that even he was stunned. You felt your throat tighten, the air in your lungs feeling harder and harder to obtain.

You were tempted to argue, to say something back. To change his mind. But as your mouth opened to object, you remembered who you were talking to. Bakugo katsuki, the same man who pampered you when sick. The same man who kissed your forehead everytime you split ways. The same man who held you so tight you thought your circulation would cut off. The same man who never changed his mind, not once it’s been set. And he was more set than ever. Even you could tell that.

“Okay,” you whimpered out softly “but I just want you to know this.” You cut yourself off, allowing one of your shaky hands to come up and gently rub your wet lips.

“I have fought for you. I would’ve kept fighting for you, even if you were completely focused on your goals. In fact, I don’t think I’ll ever stop. Not any time soon, at least.” You began choking on your words, feeling something more deep coming up beneath them.

“And I couldn’t hate you even if I tried. But don’t think I don’t want to. I want to hate you with every last bone in my body right now. But I can’t, and I won’t.” You took in a heaving gasp at your last sentence. You finally focused your eyes on him, seeing his tear stained cheeks.

Bakugo felt like he was drowning, like the raft he had been situated on for the past seven months had sunk. And it did, all because he wanted to stab it with a knife. And he watched with a grim expression as all the air flowed out, leaving him with nothing but an empty skin of what once was.

He watched as you stared for a few more seconds, and he watched as you began walking up to him slowly. If he were stronger he would’ve turned away, but his body failed him. You felt onto him gently as you embraced him. His eyes burned, oh they burned so bad. But he felt deserving of any type of pain right now. He hugged you back, his arms almost refusing to let go.

But he did.

And you walked away.

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The hero balls were always so crowded. So…overstimulating, you thought with a sigh. But the fancy buildings they loved to host them in alway had the best balcony views. You could vouch for this one, as you sat on the edge of the marble guard railing.

You let the drink in your hard circle its glass a few times before taking a small sip. The sounds of the city always felt brand new, especially after being away on missions for long periods of time.

You were torn from your thoughts as you heard loud footsteps walking up the staircase inside. Great, you thought, I’m about to get busted. Even as you recognized the sound you didn’t move, too comfortable in your current position.

The steps grew closer and closer with each fleeting moment, and even as you pretended to not care, your heart rate picked up a little. Finally they stoped, once they’d reached the grand entrance to the marble balcony. You somehow knew who it was. He let out an airy laugh, making his presence known.

Bakugo Katsuki, the infamous dynamite. You hung one of your legs over the edge facing him as you let a lazy smile play onto your lips. Bakugo couldn’t help but stare at the way the alcohol made them glisten under the moonlight.

The silence between you two was no longer angry, or filled with regret. It was comforting. The kind you craved after a long tiring day. He brought his own glass to his lips as he laid his left side against the wall.

You squinted at him, still in a little disbelief that after all these years, here he was. After you’d both become pro hero and made something of yourselves.

“Mina was looking for ya’.” His voice was warmer. More mature. Yet still somehow littered with roughness from the hardships of wars and battles. You looked back at the city scape.

“Don’t snitch, I’m having my alone time.” You let a scoff-ish laugh puff from your mouth. It was weird, there was no tension filled hi. Partly because there was never a goodbye in the first place.

He left a deep chuckle miss through his chest. He seemed much more grounded than how you remembered. “Guess I should leave then, wouldn’t wanna disturb your alone time.”

That was a test. He was testing the waters to see just how comfortable you were with him, and you were smart enough to realize that. But not smart enough to brush him off.

“You…can stay. I’d rather it be you than any one else.” You answered truthfully. Once the words left your mouth you realized just how intimate they had sounded, but what could you do now that it had been said? You stared in anticipation for his answer as he took another sip from his whiskey glass.

“We should catch up sometimes, go out..and get a drink. Together.” His voice started confident, but it slowly inched towards something more genuine. Like the same nervous teen who asked you to be his girlfriend through clenched teeth. You smiled at the memory.

DENKI x nonchalant!READER HEADCANONS

AN: thank you sm for requesting, i love this smmmm!!!! Hope you enjoy! I tried to make it as gender neutral as possible since it’s js headcanons but if I had a few gendered terms my apologies!!!

Warnings: few cuss words, mentions of kissing /making out.

REQUEST———>OPEN!

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— Denki and a nonchalant!reader is something the entire class of 1-a would never of seen coming. I mean they were all frozen in shock when the two of you had come out as an official couple. your public interactions had always seemed one sided. For all they knew, he was like an annoying bug that never left you alone.

—before you two started dating he’d usually just ask for answers, sometimes trying to bribe you things you typically liked. People only saw the way you cut your eyes at him, but never the way you wrote down the answers on a small piece of paper.

—he never seemed to mind how you barely reacted to anything he said, or how the best laugh he could get out of you was a puff through your nose. Until, one day he had said something genuinely funny for once and you let a small giggle fall from your lips. He was shocked. Flabbergasted. How had he never heard your angelic laugh before? He made it his life long goal to drag a laugh from you once more.(mind you, you two still weren’t dating. Barely friends.)

—texting was a funny situation, even after you got together. Like you could send the driest message ever and he’d be like, ‘yeah they’re so in love with me.’

[Denki: BABEEE I HAVE SOMETHING TO TELL UUUU

Reader: hm]

—he’d be so giddy if you sent him that, like what you aren’t leaving him on read? That’s a bonus!!!

—but honestly I feel like he learns to appreciate smaller things with you. He understands that what might not be a lot romantically from someone else could be a lot from you. Like holy shit you used a heart emoji? Do you want him to die from a heart attack?

—thinks your constant deadpan is the cutest thing ever and will tease you for it even if he won’t get a reaction from you.

—PDA is such a big thing for him, platonic or romantic. But since your the love of his life, expect to constantly have some part of him touching you. HOWEVER this doesn’t mean he expects it back. Does he want it, yes! Would he ever want you to be put out of your comfort zone, absolutely not! He just loves slinging an arm around your shoulder whenever you sit next to eachother. Holding hands is high up on that list too. He just loves the fact that you are perceived as so hard and monotonous, but he gets to see the parts of you that aren’t. Even if he’s the only one who can tell the difference.

—pick up lines are frequently used, most of them being gag worthy.

“Are you a light switch?”

“No..?”

“Because you turn me on!”

“Denki, please shut up.”

—he’s such a drama queen I feel, like if he accidentally cuts his finger he will run up to you all princess like telling you to “kiss his boo boo better.” And when you shoo him with a disgusted glance, he’ll walk away like a kicked puppy.

—you def help him with school work. Which turns into study dates. Which turned into you being an unpaid tutor. You never minded, though. He made cute faces when he was focused. He had always been in love with you—since way before you’d gotten together—but when you were tutoring him one day and lectured him for calling himself dumb, he fell a little deeper.(something he didn’t know was possible)

—late night dorm visits ALWAYS. doesn’t care if he’s been caught 80000 times, he will be out past curfew to see his nonchalant baddie. Like wdym he pulled you, but he can’t spend every last breathing second with you??? Always stashed on your fav snacks, and always opts to stay in your dorm since it’s usually cleaner. You never complain so that arrangement never changes. Also you told him you would never hassle yourself with sneaking out of your dorm.

—BRAGS. Like its nobodies business. Like oh, that one over there? The one who looks like they’re glaring into Monoma’s skull? That’s his right there. Also most people don’t believe him if they don’t know yall. Class 1-b was much harder to convince than class 1-a. They considered you pretty nice, and he was…well him.

—he is chronically online, and makes a lot of niche references. So if you don’t know one, expect a full lore drop on where it came from.

-he may be super funny, and the more extroverted one in the relationship, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have his moments. He’d always been a little more insecure when it came to his quirk, or even academics, but adding relationships on that? He isn’t great with coping with it. He knows you always act like this towards everyone. So why does he feel like you hate his guts at times??

—he definitely will need reassurance every once in a while. And it doesn’t need to be long, just genuine.

“Do you even like me..?”

“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.”

—takes training together very serious and will overexert his quirk on accident while trying to show out. You took care of him in his “dazed” out state. And once he woke up he got a clipped talk about how overusing his quirk would only get him in trouble when it came to real battles.

—lowk realizes you talk more when your getting mad at him for doing stupid stuff, so he starts doing it more on purpose. ( giving bella from twilight lowk….)

—you will never ever be insecure ever again as long as he lives. Every conversation you have with him is littered with small compliments here and there, almost like he’s reinforcing it.

“I tried to tell her, but she doesn’t listen. Not much I can do at that point.” You leaned into the couch, a slight furrow in your eye brows appearing.

“Mhmmmmm. Who cares about that girl though, baby? You’re wayy too pretty to worry.” He cooed at the pouty faced you had on.

—mind you it wasn’t even a pout, it was more like a slightly more angry resting face.

(TW!! kissing/making out !!)

—he truly believed that the first time he kissed you, he died in the spot. ESPECIIALLYYYY when he pulled back and saw how your face looked so shy. He was like completely smitten.

—and when the two of you get more comfortable and the kiss deepens?? He didn’t even know sounds like that could come out of you. And he literally cannot take it, like if you two are making out and a small moan slips out of your lips, he deadass might bust on the spot.

Includes: Dabi, bakugo, hawks, Kirishima

Requests: open!

A/n: this was requested by @ilbtvs !! Thank u sm for the amazing request:)

Warnings:FEMALE READER! mentions of specific hair type, cussing, that’s kinda it.

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-Dabi

You’d been around for awhile, becoming a familiar face for the LOV. You were a vigilante they kept on speed dial whenever they had an issue they knew would pique your interest. Dabi had grown accustomed to your shared banter and strangely intimate stare offs whether he’d like to admit it or not. He was quick to tease you, the bastard always doing whatever he could in order to get some kind or a reaction out of you. Today, you expected no different.

Every time you’d met up with the LOV, you’d been in work clothes, your hair tied up and out of the way for a multitude of reasons. This time would’ve been no different, if it weren’t for the fact that shigaraki had called you at three in the morning. You nearly pressed the red decline button, but with how boring your schedule was, you were too in need of a job to brush him off. The call was short lived, his scratchy voice giving you a location and time before hanging up.

Unfortunately for you the time was way sooner than you would’ve liked, giving you no time to ready yourself before the discreet meeting. With a sigh you put shoes on and begrudgingly started your journey to the abandoned building he’d named.

Dabi didn’t have to be there—shigaraki very well could’ve passed the information by himself— no, he chose to be there. Sitting side by side with Toga in some dingy old house simply for the fact that he wanted to see you.

“She’s late—maybe we should go to her house instead! I bet she has the cutest room!” Toga cheered as she swiped her fingertip against her newly sharpened blade.

Shigaraki didn’t respond, instead he rolled his eyes with a scoff. Toga was right, you were a little late, but they were giving you the benefit of the doubt since it was so deep into the city you’d probably had a decent trip to make.

The sound of a car approaching immediately caused the three of them to stiffen, their senses acutely aware of their surroundings. That was, until you walked in, the three of them almost audibly sighing with relief at the familiar person entering.

If Dabi wasn’t so smug, you would’ve seen his eyes widen in surprise—maybe even a smirk. But from your point of view, he looked completely uninterested in your arrival. However, on the inside? Dabi was going over every detail of your face, watching the way your hair fell onto your shoulders and framed it so perfectly. He’d never seen you like this, in such a weirdly normal lighting. He continued staring at your form in admiration.

“Finally.” Shigaraki broke the silence.

“Yeah, I mean it’s not like you called me in the middle of the night or anything.” You replied with a scoff, Brushing one side of your hair to sit behind your ear. Dabi sucked in a Breath involuntarily.

“You should wear your hair down more often.” Dabi stood up from his seat with a smirk, his raspy voice playing off the walls of the damp room.

“Hm, is that a compliment?” You asked, the air in the room shifting.

“Take it as you like, you look good with your hair down.” His forwardness always caught you off guard, though you never knew if it fell into the lines of your usual banter.

You smiled softly, breaking the eye contact he’d been holding.

“Well don’t get used to it, I only wear it like this when I’m at home. Gotta keep it up when I’m on the job, Yknow?” You grabbed the paper from shigarakis hands, looking over the file with little to no interest.

“Is that so? Guess I’ll have to stop by your house more often then, huh?” He slipped his scarred hands into his pockets as he took a slow step in your direction.

You peaked up from the paper, giving him a challenging look.

“Guess so.” You replied back softly, not giving any more leverage. “I’ll take the job, but don’t expect it to get done fast.” You looked back at shigaraki to see his face morphed into disgust.

“You two are disgusting.” He mumbled from under his hand, red eyes glowing in the soft light.

You couldn’t help but laugh slightly at his reaction, almost forgetting others were in the room with you. Dabi watched as you laughed at the blue haired man, your own hair falling softly into your face. He smiled to himself, he was definitely going to stop by your house more often if it meant he got to see you like this.

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-Bakugo

You’d left your notebook in class on accident,…..again. Bakugo immeditaly noticed as you quickly walked out of the room, your class notes left on your desk for any extra to grab without a second thought—and I mean what kind of friend would he be if he left them there? He watched through squinted ruby eyes as Mina grabbed them, claiming that she’d bring them to you whenever she saw you. Bakugo stepped into the conversation, snatching the used notebook from her hands before she could protest.

“Tch, I got it. Like she’d trust you to give her shit back.” Mina stood in shock as she looked at the blonde boy. She then let a knowing smirk play onto her features.

“Right, you got it. Totally.” She let her teeth come in full display, watching him roll his eyes in annoyance. It was known by almost the entire class that bakugo was head over heels for you, well the entire class excluding you.

It had gotten a little out of hand, a ship name being made—that same name being thrown at bakugo whenever he decided to be extra rude to anybody. He snarled everytime he heard it, but deep down he was content with the fact that people associated you alongside him.

It was moments like this that the class really got a look for how he felt for you, Hence why Mina allowed him to act out and take the book to you. Also just because she wanted him to take some charge and ask you out, but if she said that he’d probably blast her into the neighboring classroom.

Everyone’s eyes followed his frame as he walked out of the class, a few whispers erupting once he finally left. He scoffed at his classmates, muttering something smart under his breath.

The two of you were friends. No less and no more, so why did he feel nervous as he approached your dorm? It wasn’t weird by any means, he’d seen the room before. In fact, you two studied together once. He couldn’t place why this felt different, but he wouldn’t allow his mind to scare him off from returning your class notes, which he knew you would need for studying.

Once he finally reached your dorm he set two firm knocks onto the door, taking a step back the second he finished them. The door opened shortly after, your confused face peaking past its frame. You lit up at the sight of him.

“Bakugo! Hey what’s up?” You asked him nonchalantly. He stared at you, the answer he had planned previously melting in his mouth as his eyes focused on your face.

Your hair was down. He didn’t even realize the fact that he’d never seen it down before until he saw the way it sat against your chest. His eyes traced the pieces that fell across your outer face.

“Bak..ugo..?” You picked a hand up from your side and waved it in front of his plane of vision. He immediately locked onto your eyes, mouth still slightly agape.

“You uh—ya left your shit in class. Again.” Bakugo Katsuki was never one to stutter, in fact it felt unnatural as you watched the boy fumble to get the words out. He silently cursed himself as you hesitantly grabbed it from his hands.

“Ah, I’m sorry I’m way too forgetful. Thanks for grabbing it for me!” You cheerfully expressed your gratitude. Bakugo watched you intently, every move you made caused each strand to fall over your skin softly. You followed his eyes to land on your hair which you had completely forgot about. All of the sudden you felt your confidence retract on itself, instead replaced by embarrassment.

“Oh my gosh I didn’tevenrealize—“ you cut yourself off quickly. “I’m sorry, I know it’s a mess, my hairstyle from class was just giving me a major headache.” You explained yourself further.

Bakugo looked at you weird. Not a single thought in his head moved anywhere towards the word “mess”. He gave you a once over, trying to understand where you got the idea that you looked disheveled from.

“Ya don’t look like a mess, the hell are ya talkin’ about.” Bakugo didn’t compliment people often, usually not even on purpose, but he had clear intent with what he was saying in this moment. “Looks good like that.” He allowed his hand to gesture to your head, the tips of his ears burning.

You perked up at his claim, your own cheeks heating up.

“O-oh! Thank you, bakugo. That’s super sweet of you—“ you tried to thank him once more, but he interrupted you.

“Yeah, don’t think much of it. Stop leaving your shit in class.” And before you could even blink, he was already walking away with his shoulders shrugged slightly.

You smiled to yourself as you saw the blush adorning his face even as he disappeared into the distance.

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-Hawks

The agency was quiet, except for the soft sounds of the news playing from the lounge. It had been like that for most of the day. There had been no major attacks that required you to leave and get your hands dirty, so you had been chilling in the building without much care. You stared up at the tv, not really paying any mind to whatever it was they were talking about on it.

Your attention was torn from your phone when you heard some small commotion coming from outside the room. Since it was your agency, you definitely needed to check it out. You got up, letting out a huff of annoyance as you went to check out the noise.

“What’s going on?” You opened the door forcefully, the shock setting into your face when you saw hawks standing in the middle of your agency. Your sidekick looked at you sheepishly as she continued trying to push him out.

Hawks had been helping you on an underground case, something you weren’t sure how to feel about. Was he a good hero? Hell yeah. Was he also a pain in the ass? Most definitely.

“Hawks, what are you doing in—“ you had begun to lecture the winged man, but not before he swooped close to you. One of his hands came up to grab a strand of hair.

He smiled sleazily at you, not used to seeing you out of your hero costume.

“Yknow, you look real pretty when you aren’t scowling, baby.” He cooed at you. You swatted his hands away, not wanting the man to mess with your hair.

“That’s unfortunate, considering you make it so hard not to scowl.” There was a glint in his eyes, something you’d never seen before.

“Why don’t you wear you hair like this in patrol? Makes you so easy on the eyes, I can’t lie.” His teasing tone made you want to punch him in the throat, but you restrained yourself.

“That’s inconvenient, now what the hell do you want?” You questioned him once more, pretending that his compliments had no effect on you. His smug smirk never fell.

“What, can a man not want to check up on his little friend? I was just flying by when I saw you through the window, couldn’t help but wanna say hi.” His messy hair fell infront of his eyes, causing him to peer through it.

“Hello. You can leave now.” You decided not to feed into his little back and forth arguing he seemed to enjoy.

“Already? This is the first time I’ve seen you with your hair down, and you’re already kicking me out? Thought this was a major step in our relationship, babe—“ he joked relentlessly even as you forced him towards the exit. Your cheeks heated back up at the mention of your relaxed physical state.

“Out, hawks. I already have to see you enough, I really don’t wanna see your face on my breaks too.” You threw your head back in frustration. That only seemed to egg him on.

“Fine, i guess I’ll let you be. I’ll see you tonight, pretty.” He bid one more time before taking off quickly.

You felt a gust of wind hit your face from his wings, and you screwed your eyes shut at the affectionate nickname he used for you. God you hoped you could close this case quickly.

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-Kirishima

He thought he was about to pass out. He hadn’t meant to stare at you, but the second he saw you release your hair from its usual up do, his eyes were drawn to you like a magnet. He could’ve sworn in that moment he’d never seen anything more beautiful—more ethereal. You looked straight from a painting, one of angels and-

“Dude, close your mouth.” Denki had snapped Kirishima from his overwhelming thoughts. Kirishima closed his mouth once he realized it had been hanging open at the sight of you. He scrunched his nose at his own lack of restraint, how had he let him self zone out and day dream about you like that? Denki pushed his shoulder slightly.

“You were staring at y/n like you were hungry, man.” His friends laugh echoed off the gym walls. All Kirishima could do was scowl at Denkis lewd joke. He would never disrespect you like that.

“What? Nah, dude. I would never do that, I just..I’ve never seen her with her hair down.” He told him truthfully.

Denki let his face morph into something sinister, the look in his eyes making Kirishima take a step back.

“Hey, y/n! Kiri has something he wants to tell you!” Denki called to you from across the room, watching as your eyes broke from jirous and fell onto the two boys. You smiled and slowly started jogging over.

“What the hell, denki. Dudeimnotpreparedwhywouldyou— HEY, y/n!” The voice change he went through when you came into earshot caused denki to choke on his own laughter.

“Haha, hey Kiri, what’s up?” You questioned him, laughing at the doubled over yellow haired boy beside him.

Kirishima looked around franticly for a moment, feeling the fear of embarrassment scorching thought his veins. He then stopped himself. Being scared to compliment you was so unmanly, especially since you two were just friends. He sucked in his fear and looked you in the eyes.

“I just thought you looked really pretty with your hair down, and wanted you to know!” He was talking louder than needed, given that you were only a few feet away. He could see denki look up at him in shock in his peripheral vision.

“Aw, thank you. I really appreciate your compliment, Kiri!” You sweetly thanked him, laughing at his obviously nervous state. He flushed at your praises.

“Course, now uh..we better get back to training! Gotta get more manly somehow!” He word vomited, watching as you held back a laugh.

“Right, have fun with that guys. See ya later!” You walked away with a bright smile, your hair swishing slightly with every step you took. You looked flawless, he thought.

Denki then grabbed onto his shoulder while helping himself up.

“Not gonna lie man, you totally fumbled that shit—“ denki patted his red haired friend on the back with a sigh.

“Please shut up.” Kirishima covered his face with his hands in embarrassment. He didn’t really need a reminder of how badly he’d dropped the ball with that one. He let his hands fall from their place on his head, his eyes instantly falling on you.

You were staring at him from next to your friends, a smile still playing on your lips. He made one back on instinct, causing You to giggle softly to yourself.

Maybe he didn’t too bad after all.

katsuki bakugo x fem! Reader .

Summary: After a string of threats, you were forced into fear as you were pressured into leaving UA. That seemed to be your only option in order to keep your classmates safe, to leave behind your dreams of being a hero. You were doing just that, running away. that was until your boyfriend, Katsuki bakugo, walks in on you packing for the “trip.”

Warnings: cussing, MENTIONS OF GUN, crying, threats, stalking.

A/n: thank you so much to the lovely @ilbtvs for requesting this :)))

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You had to leave, you had no choice. You couldn’t risk the safety of those you loved—the ones you held closest to your heart. Not after they worked so hard to get where they were now.

Your fists were clenched as you felt the paper crinkling and tearing under your tight grasp. They had started weeks ago—the letters. First simple ones, empty minded threats that you thought were stupid pranks done by some bored asshole. But they soon got personal—so much so to the point that you knew it was no longer a joke. Pictures were sent along with messily written messages usually consisting of ‘saw you here’ or sometimes even ‘how much do you love your friends?’.

You never understood what they meant or why you were receiving them, but you knew that you had to keep it under-wraps in case they were genuinely thinking of hurting you or those close to you. Acting out and telling everyone could cause your little stalker to retaliate, most likely in violence.

Your plan was to stay quiet and wait for some kind of slip up, something to give you the upper hand—Maybe you spotting someone taking a picture of you in public or something of the sort, but that plan was torn to shreds the second you got your most recent letter.

It was pictures of all of your classmates, some of them up closer than you were comfortable with. In the back of the envelope was what really solidified your choice, it was a picture of a gun. You’d seen the kind before, the silencer on it making it look more intimidating than it should’ve been. Your hands shook whenever you read the note.

‘How much do you love your friends? Leave UA tonight, and you might just get to see them become pros.’

The words were written in red this time, whether it was simply for the scare factor or not you didn’t really care. The words tasted different in your mouth this time, the realization of what it said dawning on you. How much do you love your friends. It was a frequent saying that had been popping up on the letters, something that always felt like a threat but was mostly up to interpretation. This time it was clear as day what the person meant.

Growing up you wanted nothing more than to be a hero, like most kids, but this situation made you rethink everything you had worked for. As badly as you wanted to become a pro, no one in your class deserved to die because of it. It was you or all of them. It was you or him. Katsuki. Your boyfriend. God, how could you explain this to him. You knew you wouldn’t have been able to so you were going to do the most sensible thing, leave without anyone knowing—before anyone could change your mind.

You had crumpled and thrown the distressed paper long ago, the frustration of the situation overwhelming you. You grabbed your phone, checking the time.

‘Shit.’ You needed to start packing essentials now if you wanted to leave by dark. The day was already beginning to end, the sunset was a clear tell tale of that.

While checking the time, you saw the texts Katsuki had sent you not to long ago.

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Kats💥❤️: wya thought u wanted to train td?

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You winced at the memory of the plans. You had promised him a good sparring session, but that was before you had received that stupid fucking note. You scrolled down slightly, seeing his handful of other messages.

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Kats💥❤️: tf? Did u fall asleep or some shit? I’m gonna go ahead and spar w shitty hair until you wanna get your ass over here.

Kats💥❤️: js finished training. Did I do some shit to piss you off or is this one of your dumbass pranks? If not ur ass better be asleep.

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You hadn’t even realized you were tearing up until you saw the wet splotch land on your phone screen.

You wiped your eyes as quickly as they had started to water, you didn’t have time to cry right now. Maybe later, after you left, but not right now. Not until you knew they were safe—he was safe.

Across the building bakugo walked through the 1-a dormitory entrance with a grunt. His skin was adorned with the shiny glean of sweat from his training session. The very session you, his girlfriend, planned and then bailed on.

He was pissed, I mean who wouldn’t be, but his anger was overwhelmed by a strong sense of worry. He wanted to brush it all off, to call you for the umpteenth time and tell you to stop taking naps without texting him first, but he couldn’t shake the strange feeling. As he traversed the common room he caught sight of Mina—if anyone knew what you were up to it would be her.

“Oi, racoon eyes, where’s y/n?” He called out from behind the couches, watching as the pink haired girl turned her head around towards him.

“Huh? Oh, I was Gonna ask you. I haven’t seen her since class earlier today.” She answered with a curious look on her face.

Even though the response was completely normal, Katsuki felt his stomach churn slightly. He didn’t spare her any more conversation, deciding that he needed to calm his nerves as soon as possible before they got out of hand.

He assumed that youd ran off to your dorm, hoped that you’d ran off to your dorm, and not told anybody. His strides were long and a little too quick of tempo to be considered just walking, but he pressed forward. The elevator ride seemed to be slower than ever, even though your floor wasn’t even the highest one. The second it reached its destination, bakugo wasted no time, immediately continuing his previous pace towards your dorm.

His eyes burned into your door as he knocked a little too aggressively. No response. The previous feeling in his stomach returned, his thoughts now really going into overdrive. He knocked once more, just to be sure.

“Y/n, open the damn door.” He scoffed. He wanted to sound reassuring and sweet, just in case something was wrong, but his current state of worry made it nearly impossible. The only thing on his mind was seeing your face and making sure you were unharmed.

Still no answer. He screwed his eyes shut for a moment, trying to think of what to do. Just as he released another heavy sigh, he heard movement from behind the door. And not just like scuffling—no like a thud. His eyes widened at the conformation of your presence.

“Screw it..” he muttered quietly as he turned your door handle with a scowl.

Your head snapped from where you stood, your eyes wide and frantic. Before he could even get a word out, he took in your surroundings, took in you. It didn’t take long for his expression to mirror your own.

There you stood, a dark hoodie and jeans on, with an open bag sitting in front of you on your bed. Inside the bag he could make out clothes, basic essential, and a singular framed photograph. The same one that sat on your bedside table each night, the one of you and him on your first date.

His red eyes flickered quickly between you and the bag. What the fuck.

“Katsuki, please do-“

“Where the hell are you going?” He growled through his already clenched teeth. You watched as his jaw ticked. You stared back at him, unsure of how to answer.

“No where.” Probably the worst fucking answer you could’ve gave, but your head was spinning so viciously that you couldn’t think of anything better.

“What the fuck—why haven’t you answered any of my texts, and why the hell are you packing for a…month long trip.” He reassessed your bag, truly taking in how many things you’d smooshed into it.

“I’m sorry, I…I had to pack.” You couldn’t hide the truth anymore. It was evident you were trying to leave. “I have to leave.”

His confused expression dropped in the blink of an eye, instead replaced with something darker. His eyes wide and unwavering.

“What do you mean you ‘have to leave’.” His words were clear, his voice softer and deeper than his previous shouts. You could tell he was partially understanding the severity of the situation.

You hadn’t meant to, but your eyes flickered to the pictures and letter on your desk. For the first time since he entered, his eyes broke off you, now on the letter. You didn’t even have time to register that he’d seen them before he was across the room and rummaging through the photos.

“What the fuck…” he mumbled with anger dripping off every word. He looked up from them with squinted eyes.

“Why..” his words came off his tongue unfinished.

“I don’t know—I don’t know who it is or who it’s from, but I’m sorry kats. I don’t want anybody hurt.” You felt the tears slipping past your cheeks, your voice cracking slightly.

“No.. I mean why the hell did you not tell me this shit was being sent to you. I mean—why..why would you just try to leave instead of asking for help?” He dropped the photos on the ground, his body involuntarily moving towards you. He was angry, so fucking angry. Why didn’t you tell him? Why wouldn’t you let him protect you? Why were you trying to leave him? He felt his hands slightly shaking as he saw your teary eyes.

“I-i didn’t want to risk putting everyone—putting you in more danger than you were already in. I thought..I thought this was the only way to keep you all safe..” his expression grew more sour the longer you continued talking.

“Leaving me isn’t doing shit to keep me ‘safe’. I can handle some lousy ass with a gun. What I can’t fucking handle is you trying to leave.” His words were growing louder even as he got closer, his eyes now glossed over.

“Kats, im sorry. I don’t know what else to do.” You were now sobbing, the fear of everything setting into your skin like a searing hot brand.

He saw it in your eyes, the fear, the uncertainty. And along with it he felt his heart break slightly. How could he let you feel like this; how did he not notice your growing paranoia over the passing weeks? He sucked his teeth at the burning that entered his throat without welcome.

He closed the distance between the two of you, his strong arms wrapping around you as your shoulders stiffened.

“You don’t need to solve this shit alone, we are gonna figure this out together.” He squeezed you tighter for a second. “I won’t let anything happen to you.” His voice was soft, something you hadn’t really grown used to even after the months you had been dating.

“I’m so sorry for this whole thing Katsuki, I love you s’much.” Your words were barely coherent, the sobs still wracking through your chest from the release of all the pressure.

“I love ya too. Don’t ever hide nothin’ like this from me again, you hear me? We do this shit as a team. Always.” Even though he was deeply concerned, he couldn’t help but scold you. You simply nodded back, your head smushed against his chest.

You stayed like that for awhile, the warm comforting embrace of your boyfriend causing you to forget about the heart of the argument you two had. The letters. You stiffened again in his hold, eyes peering up at him through wet eyelashes. He gave you a knowing look.

“We are gonna go show Aizawa everything. Bring it to whatever damn heros we have to, and Once they find out who it is, I’ll show this damn extra what happens to dumbasses like him who wanna mess with my girl.” His unusually affectionate terms caused you to flush, he wasn’t the best with words but he somehow knew exactly what to say to calm your stirring nerves.

You were still scared shitless, with the villian out and probably aware of the mishap that had just happened. But at least now you’d be scared as Katsuki held you and promised to keep you safe no matter what. Atleast you had him.

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