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i’m working on a few requests that y’all have sent currently so a new fic will be out soon!!

you get hurt on patrol and he freaks out

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Katsuki gets the call on his afternoon patrol in the city.

He was walking down past a strip of stores, streets busy with late lunchtime crowds and kids heading home from school.

Best Jeanist was planning on meeting him for an early dinner, given that you’d be busy catching up on paperwork after your own patrol at the opposite end of the city.

Sweat trickled down his chest under his hero suit, sun beating down and the scent of smoke floating around in his wake after a run-in with some street level robbers. He’d been waiting for some real action for hours.

Leaning against a building as pedestrians strolled on past, vibrations buzzed through his back pocket. Pulling it out, Katsuki smiled to himself seeing your name on the screen, not particularly caring that a group of rowdy teens across the road could see him with that look on his face.

“Hey, baby.” The phone pressed to his ear, his own voice gruff from yelling for the better half of the last hour at some shitty wannabe villains.

What he wasn’t expecting was a completely random woman’s voice to be on the other end of the line.

“Hello, is this Bakugo Katsuki?” She spoke, tone polite and professional as if the man wasn’t extremely confused.

His back straightened against the wall, concern bubbling up in his stomach. “Yeah. Who the hell are you?”

The lady cleared her throat, Katsuki’s hand tightening around his phone. “Sir, I’m calling from Musutafu City Hospital. Your partner is currently stable, however they came in with some serious injuries around an hour ago…”

The woman’s voice started to drown out from Katsuki’s ears from the moment he heard the call was coming from the hospital. Panic settled in, heart thumping painfully hard between his ribs.

He didn’t even realise he’d hung up, feet already running as quickly as possible through the streets towards the hospital.

On the way, he managed to call Best Jeanist to tell him he was off patrol, and that he was on his way to the hospital.

He didn’t even dare to think about what had happened to you. All he cared about was how bad it was. He didn’t care about how it must look, Pro Hero Dynamight sprinting through the city on the verge of a full blown panic attack.

The moment he was out of the busiest area of the city, he took off exploding his way through the air flying towards the hospital as fast as humanely possible.

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The first thing you noticed was the beeping.

Incessant, fuzzy sounds of consistent beeping registered in your ears as the ringing faded, muted buzzing of electricity coming in next.

Then, the pain came.

Low throbbing of your own pulse radiated across your torso. Through the haze of whatever drug you must be on, you quickly figured out that the pain would probably be much worse without it.

After a few dragging moments, you just about managed to squint open your eyes.

Blinding fluorescent lights cut sharp through your vision, causing you to hiss. That rhythmic pain got worse as you shifted, trying to lift your head slightly.

Hazy shapes started to unblur, and the hospital room began to take shape as the light grew less intense.

Beside your bed, Katsuki was sat on a chair that was shuffled as close to you as possible. A ruffled mop of spiky blonde hair lay against your leg, his hand limply resting on top of your own.

You stared at him for a moment, still fully regaining consciousness. Tubes were attached to your arm, connected to an IV and a bunch of monitors were at your other bedside.

Memories of the attack came to the forefront of your mind. What had been a simple patrol morphed into a much more serious problem. Villains had swarmed the group you’d been with.

You mostly remembered the swing of a blade and a horrible slicing across your stomach. Had it been any deeper, you’d probably be dead already.

“Kats.” You tried to say, but it came out breathy and hoarse. How long had it been? Outside of the window, the sun had already long since set and the scattering of stars were visible. Fuck.

You squeezed the hand that was holding yours, tensing at the effort it took. “Katsuki.” This time, your voice was a little stronger. After a few attempts, your husband shot up alert in his chair.

His head snapped towards you, and his tired eyes widened at the sight of you fully awake and smiling softly at him.

“You fucking idiot.” He mumbled, voice cracking as he brought your hand to his mouth. He’d have launched himself at you with a hug if it wouldn’t make your pain worse.

“I’m sorry.” You breathed out weakly, slurred from the heavy pain meds. “Didn’t mean for this to happen.”

His eyes softened, not taking them off you for a minute as if he was worried you’d slip away from him any moment.

“Shut up. The hell are you sorry for, huh?” His tone lacked any aggression whatsoever, as it always did when it was you.

You took a breath, rubbing your thumb comfortingly across his hand. “Should’ve been more careful.” He leaned in closer, brushing your hair away from your forehead gently. “I’m sorry if I scared you.”

“Stop.” He shook his head, a soft fierceness filling his eyes. “You were a damn hero today. You’re in the top 10 for a reason.”

His words made you smile, and his chest warmed at the sight. Katsuki hated seeing you like this, in pain and feeling guilty.

You both had an intense passion, a deep ambition to be the best heroes you could be. He wanted to make sure you knew you were succeeding.

“The doc said you’re stuck here for a few days.” He muttered, still brushing your hair back. It was practically lulling you back to sleep. “Brought some shit here for us. Figured you wouldn’t wanna stay in that ugly ass gown the whole time.”

You chuckled, wincing at the pain in your torso. “Thank you. You should go home. Can’t be stuck in a hospital with me and be a pro hero at the same time.”

“Don’t even fuckin’ start.” He grumbled, watching you intensely. “Already called the agency. Said I’d be done with work until you’re better. And don’t argue with me on this.”

“Kats-” You tried to speak, to protest that he shouldn’t stay.

“No.” He immediately shut it down, fingers carding through your disheveled hair. “I’m staying. My agency can handle shit without me for a while.”

You didn’t argue this time. In reality, you were grateful. The idea of being stuck in a hospital, alone, in pain, for a matter of days wasn’t exactly pleasant.

You sighed softly, eyes growing heavier the more he comforted you at your bedside. “Thank you, baby.” You whispered, tightening your grip on his other hand.

He smiled with that look reserved only for you, a softness no one else saw. Vulnerability was never his thing, but with you it felt a whole lot easier.

“Sleep.” He breathed, taking your face carefully in his warm hands and pressing a lingering kiss to your lips.

It warmed your whole body, sinking down into the hospital bed that felt tons comfier now that Katsuki was holding you. You could feel him, caramel and smoke invading your senses and curling around you like a hug in itself.

You began to drift back to sleep, this time the pain much duller thanks to Katsuki being there with you. He was your person, after all, as you were his.

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guys i know i took a completely unannounced/unplanned break but i’m backkkkk babyyyy

hope y’all had a great christmas and new years (happy march now 😭)

i will get back to doing requests, and i hope this little fic is good enough for my first post back

he loves his baby mama’s new curves

Ever since you’d given birth, you still held some of that weight gained over the course of your pregnancy.

Losing weight was a little harder now, and given that you were still bouncing back from the difficult labour, exercise was few and far between. Not that you had much time for working out now anyway.

The curve of your hips had gotten a little meatier, ass filling out your jeans and sweatpants more than usual. It had gotten to a point where most of your pants didn’t really fit anymore.

On top of that, your pregnancy had caused your chest to grow even bigger too. You’d had to move up a few sizes in bras, most of the time choosing not to even wear one, at least at home.

Katsuki had noticed. How could he not? He may not express it outwardly, but he was frankly having trouble keeping his hands off you.

The man was still scared to initiate anything, even if it had been a few months since the birth. Not for any reason other than that he was worried about hurting you.

But god, he would if he could.

It was as if every beautiful part of you had been emphasised even more, so much so that Katsuki was struggling to hold himself back. He wouldn’t tell you, but the man’s hots for you had only doubled.

It all boiled over when he came one night after a dragging day of pro-hero work, and saw you in the kitchen wearing his clothes.

His boots clattered as he kicked them off in the hallway by the door, along with his gauntlets. Stress emanated from his skin like steam, tension sitting stiffly in the grooves of his muscles.

Footsteps padded down the hall as he made his way towards the kitchen, hero suit feeling tight around his worn down body. A yawn escaped from his chest, pulling out with little resistance now that he was in the comfort of his home.

His daughter’s nursery room door was open a tiny crack when he passed by, glancing in with a soft smile.

She was sleeping peacefully in her crib, baby monitor light blinking away on the side table.

Katsuki let himself stand there for a few moments, just taking her in, before finally going to the kitchen.

The moment he stepped through the archway, his feet paused in their movements.

“Are you wearing my clothes?”

Your husband’s voice called out over the gentle boiling of soup in a pot on the stove.

You spun around quickly, spotting him in the entrance while quiet music drifted in the air mingled with the scent of spices.

A guilty, slightly embarrassed smile wobbled on your features.

One of Katsuki’s shirts draped across your frame, the graphic print practically clinging to your chest thanks to filling out the grooves where his pecs would sit. A pair of his sweatpants hung over your deeply curved hips, ass taking up the space so much they looked almost too tight on you.

“Uh…yeah.” You chuckled, scratching the back of your neck as you stood over the pot of soup. You stared at him, trying to figure out what he was thinking. “Is that okay?”

When he didn’t say anything, simply dragging his gaze over you, you carried on. “None of my clothes fit anymore, and I was getting a little frustrated. I think I’m gonna have to go to the mall and get some new clothes soon.”

You kept rambling and his crimson eyes were drowned out by the dilation of his pupils, tension twisting in his gut. The sight of you fully decked out in his clothes was almost too much.

With a final sigh, you smiled shyly and looked back down at the pot of soup. “Plus, your stuff smells like you which is nice. I promise I’ll go shopping soon.”

Katsuki stayed relatively silent, heavy breaths muted by the bubbling soup on the stove.

You glanced up at him when he didn’t respond, eyebrow quirking up.

“What’s the matter?” You asked after a few seconds, narrowing your eyes at him leaning in the doorway.

Then, he started to move. He slowly walked over to you, hair disheveled from a long day of fighting and eyes blown with something that could only be described as need.

You didn’t know what you were expecting, but it certainly wasn’t for him to take your face in his hands and pull you into a deep kiss.

At first you were frozen, taken aback by the sudden show of affection, before your eyes fluttered closed and you leaned into it.

His mouth practically enveloped yours, lips moving slowly but with intention. Deep, driven movements but laced with so much softness. His fingers along your jaw pulled your mouth open, and his tongue immediately made its home against yours.

A surprised noise pushed out of your throat, hands stabilising yourself at the back of his neck. It had been a little while since Katsuki had kissed you in this way, motivated by pure want and attraction.

It made you feel light on your feet, tongues dancing as you both stood there in the kitchen together under warm lights.

You pulled back for breath, and Katsuki’s heavy lidded eyes fluttered open to stay on you. It looked like he didn’t even want to come up for air.

“What was that for?” You grinned, still a little shocked by his action.

Your hands slid down his shoulders, rubbing over his muscles. The sensation shot embarrassingly fast to his abdomen, muscles tightening.

He swallowed, throat bobbing as he brought you back in for another round of slow paced yet consuming kisses. Between them, he mumbled, “Don’t gotta buy new clothes.”

His voice was rough, scratched from commanding orders and yelling all day long. You grew confused for a second as he kept up his kisses, quiet mutterings brushing your lips. “Just wear my clothes, yeah?”

That made you giggle a little, thumbs caressing over the softness of his cheeks while you let him kiss you over and over again.

“You like me wearing your clothes, Suki?” You smirked playfully, gut heating up when his calloused hands smoothed over your curvy hips.

A groan pulled from his chest, his neediness slowly exposing itself with every touch of your body. “I love it.”

Suddenly, he pulled you tightly against him. Your chest pressed up against his, hips aligning as he pushed you carefully against the counter. The edge dug into your lower back, his mouth quickly returning to its home against yours.

“Love that you only fit my clothes.” He whispered, a strangled sound slipping into your mouth as your fingers carded over his scalp through his hair. “Fuck- love that you fill ‘em out.”

You giggled against his mouth, your body quickly filling up with heat. After so long without this kind of attention, it was hard to feel anything but electric when he finally gave it to you.

“Guess I’ll keep wearing them then.” You sighed out in bliss as his mouth travelled down your throat, feeling your skin under his lips as he just took you in.

Open mouthed kisses started to pepper along your neck, Katsuki’s leg slotting itself between your own and pressing you there to the counter. A strained whimper escaped him and it took you by surprise, but it doubled the flames licking up your stomach.

“How are you feelin’?” He suddenly asked, the words muffled by your throat as his tongue licked a stripe up the surface. You could feel the evidence of his desperation pressing against your thigh and it made you suppress a moan.

You tugged on his hair playfully, before scratching your nails down his back over his suit. “I’m okay.” You chuckled. “Why?”

“Because I really wanna fuck you right now.”

His whisper had you gasping under his kisses, mouth leaving bruises across the skin of your throat. You pushed yourself against him, pressure against his tensed body making him groan.

“Shit- so do it then.” You gasped out and the moment you did, his large hands were under your thighs and lifting you to wrap around his waist.

He immediately beelined for the bedroom, carrying you like you weighed nothing even with the extra weight. You kissed by his ear as he did, watching him kick the door open while simultaneously keeping quiet.

It was safe to say that there would be a new baby on the way in no time, given that you’d be wearing his clothes much more often.

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this was an anonymous request so thank u so much for sending this prompt 😛 I was too scared to write smut for this cus i fear im ass at it but smut will be coming i swearrrr

I would love to get to know my readers more and connect with y’all, and for you to get to know me so if anyone has questions or anything pls let me know!!

first christmas as a married couple

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“Baby, the baubles need spreading out a bit more.”

You sat comfortably on the couch, cold fingers curled around a warm mug of hot chocolate with a fuzzy blanket strewn over your body. You watched as your now husband sat on the floor by the tree, frustratedly hanging up the decorations.

He glanced over at you, eyebrows furrowing in soft annoyance. “How about you quit the running commentary and get your ass over here?” He grumbled, his scrunched expression making you giggle.

“Nah, I’m good over here.” You smirked, sipping the hot chocolate as Katsuki scoffed and went back to hanging up the red and green baubles.

This was your first Christmas Eve as an officially married couple.

The house was warm, cozy with the light of the fireplace and a newfound sense of peace. After everything you’d been through together, you figured you both deserved this future. Worked for it. Earned it.

“This good enough for you now, princess?” Katsuki’s sarcasm shone through as he gestured to the finished tree, trying to seem irritated but failing when his eyes landed upon your sweet smile.

You nodded, curling your legs up on the couch under the blanket. “Looks perfect, Kats. You did great.”

Seemingly satisfied, the man smirked with pride and jumped up from the floor to join you.

He collapsed on the couch, immediately pulling you into his side. His arm snaked around your shoulders, body heat quickly sinking into you.

The man let out a satisfied sigh, the two of you now just sitting there staring at the glowing tree brandished with a bright star at the top. Presents from your UA friends and family members sat tucked under the bottom branches.

“Got you an early present.” Katsuki suddenly muttered by your ear, giving you a tender kiss just at your temple.

Your eyebrows raised, turning to face him a little. “Oh, did you now?” You grinned, and watched as he quickly got up and grabbed what looked like a book from one of the present bags.

When he sat back down, he just held the thin book in his hands hiding the cover.

“I’m not good with sappy shit.” He started, and you saw his cheeks flush with embarrassment. “But I know you’re into it. So here.”

You revelled in his beautifully flustered expression before carefully taking the book from him, gazing down as you turned it to see the cover.

Under the tree lights, your eyes sparkled as the front came into view. “Katsuki…” The words escaped you in a hitched breath, fingers tracing over the title.

‘The Bakugo Wedding Album’

“You’re kidding…” You sighed heavily, overcome with emotions as you began slowly flicking through the pages.

Inside were all photos taken at your wedding just a few months ago.

Pictures of you and Katsuki saying your vows, then of your kiss at the end of the ceremony. Images of your Maid of Honour (Mina) and his Best Man (Izuku) giving their speeches, and then everyone partying after.

A couple of tears trickled down your cheeks as you moved past them all, printed into this beautiful little book Katsuki had created.

You jumped a little when his thumb suddenly came and brushed away the tears, his eyes carefully memorising your every reaction like they were precious.

“This is beautiful, Kats.” You whispered, bottom lip trembling as you came to the end, the last page being two big pictures of your first slow dance with him. “I don’t even know what to say.”

“Don’t gotta say anythin’.” He exhaled, fingers moving to tuck stray hairs behind your ears and letting himself just caress your cheek. “‘S long as you’re happy, I don’t care.”

Words failed you, so you just placed the book down and curled into him. He happily let you, pulling your body to rest on his so that he was cradling you in his lap. Your ear pressed to his chest, his own hands just rubbing over your thighs.

“I love you so much it hurts, Katsuki Bakugo.”

Your words made his heart physically ache in his chest, only pulling you closer and stroking your hair. His fingers threaded through the strands, scratching your scalp in the way he knew you loved.

“I love you too, Mrs Bakugo.” He smirked and you chuckled at his words, still feeling giddy about taking his last name. “Love you so much I don’t know what to do with it sometimes.”

You pulled your head back to look up at him, your nose almost brushing his. “Just do this.” You smiled and leaned in, pulling him into a gentle lingering kiss.

He sighed against your mouth, hand moving to cup your cheek and stroke the skin as his lips moved against yours so softly. He was so tender with you it was hard to handle.

You both just sat there cuddled on the couch, kissing softly until your mouths went numb, before pulling back to look at each other under the fire light.

“I’m lucky I get to spend every Christmas with you.” You whispered, lips glistening from the kiss as your mouth curved up.

“Damn right.” He pecked your lips making you laugh before his tone turned sincere again. “‘M the lucky one. Got a beautiful wife, gonna have a beautiful family. Couldn’t ask for more.”

You just leaned into him, basking in the closeness of his body as you looked at the decorated tree and the flickering fireplace. Everything felt so perfect it was hard to believe it was even real.

You knew every Christmas to come would be just as peaceful.

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merry christmas everybody!!! i hope you all have a wonderful holiday and i’m sending everyone love and kisses muah 😙

you’re mean to him and he loves it

“You graded these papers wrong. Again.”

Breaking through the thick silence of the staff break room, your commanding voice bounced off of the walls with a heavy echo.

Sat at the table, now with a stack of graded papers slammed on the surface in front of him, sat Izuku Midoriya.

His head snapped in your direction, and the man practically turned beet red upon seeing your frame imposing over his space.

Ever since you’d joined the teacher ranks at UA, shortly after Izuku started, you’d established yourself a rather…harsh reputation.

It was almost reminiscent of Aizawa before the war. He’d been well known for his brutal teaching methods and tough love. Nowadays he was more subdued, but still determined.

After all, you had seemed to take his place as the harshest teacher.

Izuku let out a shaky breath, trying to choose his nervous words carefully under your piercing gaze. “Oh- sorry! That’s my bad!” He rambled out, cheeks burning furiously.

Ever since you’d started working here, Midoriya had started feeling like his high school self again. He remembered how he felt with Ochaco, fumbling whenever she got too close and not knowing what to do with himself.

At the time, he’d been too focused on his goals to even think about entertaining it. Now, however, his life was much more peaceful. He had the free time, and of course you happened to come in to the picture like it was fate.

You seemed to hate him, and for some reason that’s where the feelings started.

“Have them on my desk when they’re graded competently.” You huffed, barely glancing in his direction again when you turned heel and slammed the staff room door upon exit.

“O-Of course!” Izuku fruitlessly called out after you, but the door had already swung closed. He physically deflated in his seat, a mess of tangled emotions stirring in his gut. At least the flush on his neck started to calm down.

It only got worse for the man when you both had to attend the annual Christmas holiday party the staff held.

Snow tucked away the icy UA grounds in a glistening white blanket, glowing lights dotted around the campus glowing under the falling crystal specks.

The teachers had all gotten a little dressed up, most more than usual anyway. Aizawa and Principle Nezu were the only ones wearing their typical daily arrire.

Izuku lingered by the table of scattered foods, the entire staff room decorated in tinsel and a towering Christmas tree in the corner. He tried distracting himself from his nagging thoughts, but all he could do for the start of the evening was glance periodically at the door.

As if he’d manifested it, the door eventually pushed open and the man’s eyes focused on your figure entering the room.

If this were a comic strip, Izuku Midoriya would have hearts for eyes.

The dress clinging to your figure was almost too much for his heart to take, silver necklace gracing the surface of your collarbone. Just the mere sight of you was making him sweat.

He watched as you came inside, smiling easily with the other teachers as he spun and busied himself with plating up food to eat. A part of him was disappointed, watching you interact with the others.

You seemed so…peaceful with them. Happily joining in on conversation, even making the occasional joke and laughing like it was in your nature.

And then with him, it was like a switch flipped. You’d always insult his work and degrade him like he’d personally insulted you. His feelings only grew because of that fact for some reason, but he did wonder why you treated him this way.

As if you’d heard his inner monologue, you suddenly appeared at his side. Izuku internally panicked, swallowing the lump in his throat fighting back the flush of his cheeks.

“Oh, hey.” He smiled sweetly, taking a small bite of some onigiri as he avoided eye contact as best as possible. It was hard when he could smell your perfume from beside him, heat sinking down to his stomach.

You got a plate for yourself and put some food on before turning and looking around at the room. Your body was so close to his that his brain was short circuiting. “Midoriya.” You acknowledged.

Both of you went silent for a little while, not really knowing what to say. He was scared that if he tried, all that would come out was flustered rambles.

You glanced at him from the side, taking notice of his red-tinted cheeks and obvious nervous mannerisms as he fidgeted around with his food.

After a quiet few moments as teachers shifted around and immersed themselves in conversation, your voice broke the tension.

“Take me out for drinks this weekend.”

Izuku wondered if he’d misheard. Eyes moving over to your figure beside him, he quirked a confused eyebrow. Every limb froze, eyes widening seeing that little smirk curving on your mouth.

“Um…what?” He chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck. The loose black dress shirt covering his body hid the redness creeping up his neck.

You met his eyes, smirk growing. “You heard me.” You shuffled a little closer, subtly but he caught it. “Take me out for drinks this weekend. Unless you’re too scared of me?”

“What!? No!” He nearly dropped his plate, fumbling to catch it as your proximities became glaringly obvious thanks to his nerves. “S-sure, we can do that! But…why?”

You rolled your eyes, only adding to his flustered state as he stared at you with complete confusion.

“You can’t be serious. Are you that dense?” Your words sent his heart thumping painfully between his ribs, practically gawking at you.

You leaned closer, and he could feel your breath brushing the side of his cheek. The curl of your pink lips had him weak in the knees. “I like you, Midoriya. So just ask me out already. You’re not subtle.”

“But…you’re so…” He stuttered, utterly taken aback by your sudden confession. His eyes were almost bulging out of his head as he stared, choking on his own throat from how close you were.

You finished it for him as your smirk grew. “So…harsh? Mean?” The look on his face confirmed it for you, a soft little laugh escaping your lungs.

Then, your finger came up to brush across his jawline. He froze up, unable to take his eyes off you. You lowered your voice to a quiet murmur for only him to hear.

“I like seeing you flustered, Izuku.”

A shaky breath spilled from between his lips, heat shooting straight through his body down to his abdomen. You pulled back slightly, before pulling a pen from a random table nearby and grabbing his hand.

He just stared as you scribbled numbers on his palm, biting your bottom lip as you did, before putting the pen down. “Text me the details. You better be picking me up.”

And then, just like that, you moved away and joined the other teachers in their chatter. Izuku stood there completely stunned, before he looked at the numbers written on his skin.

With flushed cheeks and a stomach doing somersaults, Izuku immersed himself in talks with the other teachers, distracting himself from your overwhelming presence across the room.

Now, all he could think about was taking you out this weekend. You definitely didn’t hate him after all.

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this was an anonymous request so thank you anon! i love teacher izuku!

he saves you from a bad date

It was around 10pm when Katsuki got the call.

He’d been fast asleep, snoring away soundly in the comforting shadows of his bedroom as moonlight peeked in through the curtain cracks.

Distant murmurs of traffic spilled in through the cracked open window, soon broken by the rude awakening of his phone ringing on his bedside.

The bright light from his phone illuminated the backs of his eyelids, its blaring ringtone breaking him from his slumber.

With a groan, he dragged his sleep-subdued muscles up to grab his phone. One of his crimson eyes pried open just barely, reading the blurry caller ID through the broken darkness.

Your name was glowing on the screen, causing him to sit up rather abruptly and answer the call.

You and Katsuki had been friends for a very long time. If you could necessarily label the dynamic as ‘friends’.

Intrusive fuzzy feelings and complicated emotions had always poked holes in your relationship, but it hadn’t changed the fact that you were the closest person to him. Throughout your shared time at UA, and now living as pro heroes, you’d stuck by each other no matter what.

He’d been pushing down his feelings for years.

Katsuki didn’t have time for sappy romance and sentimentality. He was busy trying to be the number one hero, so why would he bother?

What did it matter to him that you were the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen? Why should your incredible personality and perseverance affect him the way it does?

It was most likely unrequited anyway. After all, you were on a date right at that very moment.

In his opinion, none of the idiots you’d dated over the years had ever been good enough for you.

He told himself it was because your standards were so low they were on the fucking floor. That you should raise your expectations and not settle for the shit you put up with from these douchebags.

Of course, what he was really thinking was that he was better for you than any of those extras. That he could treat you the way you truly deserved.

Katsuki ran a sleepy hand through his hair, bringing the phone to his ear as the line opened and sounds of chatter spilled through the speaker.

“You know it’s almost midnight, right?” Was the first thing he said, mostly thanks to his grumpiness around having his sleep interrupted. “The hell are you calling for?”

Your voice crackled through after a moment. “Kats?” He was taken aback by the wobble of your voice, the shakiness of it. “I’m sorry for waking you…”

Suddenly he didn’t feel so tired anymore. His spine corrected itself as he sat up in bed, sheets strewn about as concern filled his body.

“Stop apologising, idiot.” The man mumbled and kicked his bedsheets away, feeling his chest constrict. “What’s goin’ on?”

Down in the city, you were stood outside of a bar. One of the finer places in Musutafa, drawing in the night crowd. A gentle wind whipped at your styled hair as you stood outside, leaning against the wall.

Your dress clung to your figure, giving way for the bitter late night chill to bite at your sides and burn your cheeks. Police sirens wailed in the distance, smaller crowds of drunk citizens stumbling up and down the paths.

“I know it’s late, and it’s kind of a big ask.” You began, feeling nausea still stirring up in your gut. Your jaw chattered slightly, partly due to the chill, but also thanks to the anxiety still thrumming through your veins.

“Do you think you can come and get me?”

The date had started off great at first.

The guy you were seeing seemed pretty nice, polite and sweet. He’d seemed like a gentleman, opening all of your doors for you and always walking on the outside of the pavement.

Guys like that seemed pretty few and far between, so you’d gone in with some naive expectations.

Of course, your track record hadn’t been great and a part of you wished you hadn’t gotten your hopes up in hindsight.

He’d bought you drinks at the bar, keeping up some decent conversations. Everything felt like it was going smoothly, until…

“So, why is a girl like you a pro hero?”

The question had thrown you for a loop, momentarily pausing your sip of the cocktail you’d been drinking.

“Excuse me?” You chuckled, partly assuming you’d misheard him. Misheard the patronising tone creeping in.

Putting the glass down, you stared at the man sitting in front of you. He nursed his glass of whiskey, a subtle smirk resting on his sharp features.

“Well, pro hero work is typically better suited to the men, you know?” He let out a huff of a laugh, one that indicated he thought highly of himself.

You were alarmed at the switch up, still processing whether or not you were hearing him correctly. “No, I don’t know.” You replied abruptly.

He unfortunately continued. “A girl like you shouldn’t have to be a pro. You should be living comfortably, doing things you’re better suited for. Like having a family.”

You stared at him like you’d been slapped.

Heat clawed up your spine, a growing sense of uneasiness stirring in your gut. Had you really misjudged this guy?

“Umm, well…” You laughed, but it was humourless. More in disbelief than anything. “I don’t think gender really matters when it comes to saving lives. Are you…suggesting that a woman shouldn’t have aspirations like men do?”

The man just smiled, toothy and sickly. You began to feel a prickle of shame, that familiar disappointment you’d grown to know. You were almost starting to believe you’d never really find someone.

Katsuki had always admired your passion for being a hero. He always had respect for people who pushed for their dreams no matter how hard it was. It was motivating.

Perhaps it was because of that, that you found the man’s words rather ridiculous. You’d been around someone like Katsuki for so long you’d forgotten that people like this actually existed. People who believed that some shouldn’t have ambitions and aspirations.

After that, you just kind of zoned out. With every new sentence that spilled from your date’s mouth, you felt your disappointment grow.

You’d tried so hard to push down your feelings for Katsuki, going on dates all of the time trying to find someone who wasn’t your best friend. You were starting to realise that maybe you just wouldn’t find someone else like him.

At some point during the man’s rant, his hand had made its way to your thigh. Right by the cut of your dress, sending bile rising in your throat.

Tears started to well up but you refused to let them fall. After all, it was only a man. Why should you let someone like him make you feel weak?

That’s how you ended up standing outside of the bar, leaving the man inside thinking you’d gone to the restroom, on the phone to the only person you trusted to have your back.

“Did somethin’ happen?” Katsuki grumbled through the call, and you had to gnaw at your bottom lip to prevent the crying from choking out of your throat. “Is it that bastard you’re on a date with!? I’LL KILL HI-”

“-Can you just pick me up, please?” You pushed out, shaky and restrained. You didn’t want to stand outside of this bar any longer, you didn’t want to be anywhere near this asshole for longer than necessary.

Katsuki caught the desperation in your voice, and was moving before you even finished the sentence. “I’ll be five minutes. If that bastard tries anything else, make sure to kick his ass.”

The call fell silent. Pulling the phone from your ear, you saw that he’d hung up. Probably to get in his car and speed over here.

Katsuki was always serious about you. He knew you wouldn’t have called at a time like this unless it was urgent.

As expected, his black car pulled up to the curb a couple of minutes early. He’d probably sped his way here. You just hoped he hadn’t violated any traffic laws. The man was a pro after all, so it wouldn’t be great for his image.

He came out from the driver’s side, very visibly disheveled from sleeping not too long ago. It made you feel even worse, dragging him out here like you were some damsel in distress. You hated it.

The moment he walked up to you, his arms were around you.

You didn’t hesitate, finally letting yourself feel everything that the night had accumulated. His warmth was so welcome, just the familiar scent of him getting you comfortable enough to just have this.

He didn’t say anything yet, he didn’t need to. He just held you, your face smushed against his chest over his hoodie. Large, safe hands sprawled across your back, secure and calming.

Your eyes fluttered closed, the tears welling up and your mascara smudging a little.

“I’m sorry.” The whisper brushed over his chest, barely audible over the breeze and the faint music spilling through the bar doors.

“The hell are you sorry for?” He scoffed, but the usual bite was gone. Replaced by something softer, something reserved for you, and you only. “That moron’s the one who’s gonna be sorry once I’m done with him!”

He gently pulled away, fury piling up in his body so hard that steam was practically shooting out of his ears. He didn’t even know the details about what had happened, but he knew enough.

He was about to storm through those doors. Bulldoze his way through and grab the idiot by his shirt to drag him out. Then he’d lay into him like he deserved and make him pay for getting you into this state.

Before he could though, his steps halted upon feeling a tender hand wrap around his wrist.

He paused mid stride, head turning to meet your glossy eyes peering up at him through your makeup.

“Don’t.” You exhaled into the breeze. It sounded unusually defeated. Like you’d been drained of all the energy inside of you. “Just…just leave it.”

Katsuki just watched you for a second, mind battling between storming into the bar, and just getting you somewhere away from here.

Considering your broken state, he decided on the latter.

He got a hold of his temper, taking some deep breaths of the refreshing night air before bringing you into his side. His arm curled around your shoulders.

“‘M takin’ you to my place.” Katsuki muttered and guided you to the passenger side of his sleek car, opening the door for you. “Don’t want you alone tonight.”

His bedroom was illuminated by the warm glow of his bedside lamp, casting shadows across the walls. The curtains were pulled closed still, but moonlight still creeped in.

You sat on the edge of his bed, fidgeting with your hands and chewing the inside of your cheek.

A hoodie of Katsuki’s and a pair of his sweatpants now adorned your smaller frame, practically drowning in them. Despite your initial brushing off of his attempts at making you comfortable, he basically shoved the clothes in your face and demanded you put them on.

And obviously you did feel a little better once you complied. Katsuki always seemed to know how to handle you.

He knew everything there was to know. He understood you, learned all of your little mannerisms and every little thing you didn’t even realise about yourself.

Honestly, you figured maybe he knew you better than you did.

The intimacy of that thought made your cheeks flush, and your shyness worsened when he came back into the room.

A mug filled with hot coffee, your favourite brand, was placed on the bedside table. You avoided his gaze, sitting there stiffly. Anxiety still beat through your heart, but it had lessened thanks to him.

“Don’t let it go cold. That shit’s expensive, so drink up.”

His words were spoken gruffly but they were laced with affection, even you could see that despite trying to brush off the obvious. The man wouldn’t care if you drank it or not, he just made the gesture to help in any way he can.

“Thanks.” It came out a little weaker than intended, but with Katsuki it didn’t matter.

He knew how you felt, it was plain as day to him. He always knew, no matter how well you hid it most of the time.

He just stood there for a few moments, before moving towards the door. You shuffled into his bed, the scent of him filling your senses in an intoxicating way.

“I’ll be on the couch if you need anythin’. Just try not to interrupt my sleep again.” He sighed and made a move to leave as you switched out the bedside lamp.

“Wait.” You called out, surprising yourself.

Katsuki stopped in the doorway, slowly turning to look back at you. You were swallowed in his clothes, sitting under his bed covers with a familiar sad look on your face.

It made his heart swell in his chest.

“What?” He spoke into the silence, quiet and gentle in a way you would never have expected from him back in your UA days.

There was a tug at your heart strings. A pull towards him that you’d felt many times before.

You just…needed him. The same way he needed you.

“Stay with me?”

The words were soft, tender just like you. It was raw, in a way that made him melt a little inside. Katsuki didn’t move yet, just letting it sink in.

You needed him. Warmth spread through his body like a wildfire, one that he wouldn’t dream of putting out.

“Fine.” He sounded annoyed but you knew better, because he didn’t hesitate as he crawled on to the bed beside you and slid under the covers at your side.

Like it was natural, you curled into him.

He guided your body to lay down, shuffling you both so that you were cuddled up against his chest. Your ear pressed just over his heart, the comforting thump of it already lulling you into a sleepy state.

It felt so normal. It felt right, in a way. Like this was how you were supposed to be, soaking in each other’s safety and familiarity.

His arms held you close, not caging you in but grounding you. The mug of coffee steaming on the bedside table went untouched, just allowing yourself to melt away from the horrible date you’d had.

Just like every time before this, Katsuki was there to catch you.

Through the sweet silence, your whisper returned and wrapped itself around his heart.

“I think you’re the only one for me, Katsuki.”

He wondered if he’d misheard you, but it was impossible. The quiet made it so clear. He could feel the beat of your pulse against his body, his hand brushing over the goosebumps on your arms.

“Yeah?” He whispered back, and the confession felt all too hopeful. So hopeful that he wanted to pull you impossibly closer into his body.

You didn’t miss the wobble of his voice, the vulnerable uncertainty. He was scared, scared that he’d misunderstood.

“Yeah.” The breath felt weighted, but it soothed him more than he could ever begin to express.

He knew what it meant, he knew what you were both communicating even with the fragmented confessions.

“You’ve always been the only one f’me.”

At that, you turned your head and peered up at him to find he was already watching you.

After a brief moment of hesitation, you pressed your hand to his jaw and left a lingering kiss on his cheek. Just below his eye.

A seal. A confirmation of everything either of you had ever wanted.

He didn’t smile, he couldn’t. Everything he’d been longing for was coming to fruition. His contentment couldn’t be expressed through something like a mere smile.

With a returned kiss to your temple, sending warmth through your veins, you both let yourself drift off to sleep with a newfound hope.

Maybe this could be it for you. No more dates, no more pushing it all away. Just Katsuki.

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he hates that he made you and his daughter upset

Being a pro hero, a dad, and husband at the same time proved more difficult than Katsuki had ever expected.

He was a great father, incredible even, and a loving husband despite his flaws. His temper had lessened over the years too thanks to his heart problems and improved levels of patience.

Of course, there were moments when Katsuki did fuck up.

Particularly when he came home one evening after work and found that you and Chiharu were angry at him, and he had no idea why.

He came home later than usual, having been overrun with paperwork at the agency after a busier day with villains.

The door creaked open as he unlocked it, clicking his heavy gauntlets off by the warm entryway as the scent of spicy ramen crowded his senses. Katsuki yawned, stretching his tensed shoulders as he moved through the house.

“I’m home.” He called out, the silence slightly disconcerting but not ringing any alarm bells. Feet padded down the hall as he made his way past Chiharu’s bedroom.

The door was already open, and his eyes softened seeing his six year old daughter sitting on the carpeted floor playing with her toys.

At first he didn’t notice her sour mood, just leaning in the doorway with a soft smile.

“Hey kiddo.” Katsuki muttered into the quiet, expecting Chiharu to run into his arms as she always did despite getting older now.

However, his face fell when not even a ghost of a smile formed on her face upon turning around.

In fact, he was frankly alarmed when the girl got up from her spot on the floor, storming over to the door, and promptly slamming it shut in his face.

He stood there for a moment, extremely puzzled and a little ticked off. Chiharu never acted up like this. Sure, she’d inherited a little bit of the man’s fierceness but she rarely ever showed this much aggression, let alone towards him.

He didn’t move for a few moments, face contorting. He debated going inside to talk to her, but figured it would be better to find out from you what was wrong with her.

Had she had a rough day at school? Maybe it was because he was late home?

Heading into the kitchen, he found you stood there by the counter putting leftover ramen into a dish supposedly for him. You must not have heard him come home.

You didn’t notice his presence until he leaned beside you, hip digging into the counter edge as he frowned a little. You didn’t even glance up at him, expression blank and perhaps…sad?

“Hey baby.” The man muttered gently, rolling his sleeves up and yawning with exhaustion. “What’s up with Chichi? She okay?”

No response.

His eyebrows furrowed, narrowing his eyes down at you as you ignored his presence. Now he was just getting frustrated.

“The hell’s wrong with everyone today?” He scoffed, tone teasing but laced with some genuine concern. “What’s goin’ on?”

You remained silent for a moment, disappointed thrumming through your veins like a live wire. Katsuki stayed leaning over you, expression riddled with worry.

“Are you serious right now, Katsuki?”

Okay, he definitely must have fucked up. You used his full first name. Not ‘Kats’ or ‘Suki’. You were angry.

“Okay, I’m gettin’ ticked off now.” He grumbled, stiffening as he rubbed the crease between his eyebrows. “The fuck’s goin’ on? You mad at me for somethin’?”

He stared at you, wracking his brain for any reasons that you and Chiharu would be pissed at him. He just couldn’t seem to find any and that only frustrated him further.

You let out a sigh, finishing dishing up the last of the ramen and slamming the empty pot into the sink.

Then, you turned to face him. Eyes swimming with upset and disappointment.

A humourless little chuckle of disbelief escaped from your throat. “That kid looked for you in that audience tonight, praying she’d see you cheering her on.” You mumbled, quiet but still radiating with discomfort. “And you weren’t there.”

Katsuki looked baffled for a moment. His eyes widened, taken aback. Had he missed something?

He was about to retort, something about not understanding and being extremely confused, before it hit him.

Shit.

Chiharu’s school award ceremony had been tonight.

He’d been so swamped with paperwork he’d completely forgot. This wasn’t even the first time it had happened either. A couple of months ago he’d missed her talent show.

He was absolutely crushed.

You stared up at him, watching him go through the different stages of realisation. His expression shifted, a devastated sigh escaping his chest as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Shit- baby I’m sorry.” He breathed out, guilt and shame washing over him like a horrible tidal wave. “I- god, I lost track of time. Paperwork was kicking my ass-”

“-Yeah.” You cut him off, nodding as anger rolled off of you in waves. “Yeah, I figured. It’s always that, isn’t it? You’ve got responsibilities, bigger ones than showing up for your daughter.”

Katsuki hadn’t felt so shitty in a long time. His heart twisted painfully between his ribs, strings tugging with guilt.

You carried on, angered by his silence. “That girl is your biggest fan, Katsuki. She wanted to see how proud of her you are. She was crushed when she realised her dad wasn’t there to see her win.”

“It’s not me you should be apologising to. I don’t even think an apology will fix this right now.” You hissed out, moving away from the kitchen to head to bed. “Make it up to her. I don’t care how you do it.”

And then you disappeared down the hall, leaving Katsuki to stand there and stew in his own regret and shame.

You words pierced a whole in his heart, his daughter’s door being slammed in his face feeling pretty deserved in that moment.

How was he going to fix this?

The next day, he had a plan.

Katsuki had gone to bed a lot later than he’d originally planned, thinking long and hard about how to show his daughter that he truly was proud of her.

Eventually, he figured it out.

One long phone call later, he managed to go to bed and knew that the next morning, he’d be ready to fix things. With Chiharu, and with you.

It was around 10 o’clock in the morning when you got up and started breakfast. Katsuki was nowhere to be seen which only angered you further. He’d left a mark on you, and your daughter, so of course his lack of presence only pissed you off more.

Chiharu got up a little later, sadly padding into the kitchen in her pyjamas as you sorted out her breakfast.

She didn’t even ask where her dad was which broke your heart a little. She was clearly still upset and you didn’t blame her.

Soon enough though, the front door opened and Katsuki came in. His face was a little flushed, having been rushing around for the last hour or so, and he came into the kitchen with a soft little smile on his face.

“Hey sweetheart.” He breathed out, a metal briefcase in his hand that he placed on the kitchen table near Chiharu.

The girl glared at him, still bitter about his absence at her event the previous evening. That smile on his face didn’t help either.

He crouched beside her and you watched curiously from behind the kitchen island, pottering about as you wondered what he was doing and where he’d been all morning.

“I’m sorry I missed your award last night.” He sighed, placing a gentle hand on her knee. She didn’t shove him off which was always a good sign. “You wanna know why I missed it?”

Chiharu huffed, crossing her arms. “I don’t care.” She muttered, looking away from him sourly.

You had to refrain a snort from in the kitchen, amused by your daughter’s sass.

Katsuki didn’t look dejected though. He understood her frustration. “You won that award for a reason. Soon enough you’re gonna give me a run for my money as a hero.” He breathed. “So, I got somethin’ for you.”

At that, his daughter visibly perked up a little. She remained stoic, not wanting to give up her disappointment just yet but clearly giving away her curiosity.

She didn’t speak, so Katsuki fidgeted with the metal briefcase on the table as he rambled on. “You’re doing so well, kid. Beatin’ all the other little brats at school, just like I knew you would.”

“Figured since you’re already this far, might as well make it official.”

You were just as confused as Chiharu as Katsuki opened the case, spinning it around to face her.

The girl’s eyes glistened and widened, sitting up straight as her gaze landed on the contents of the case.

You moved around the kitchen island to take a peek, and what you saw made you melt a little inside.

Sitting folded in the case, was a child-size hero costume.

Over the last few years, Chiharu had done some half-assed doodles of what her future hero costume would look like. Reminiscent of her dad, she wanted bright red colours and gauntlets. She’d already began to present little signs of her quirk, tiny crackles of familiar explosions erupting in her palms whenever she got excited.

Katsuki couldn’t stop the grin on his face as Chiharu lit up, gasping and hands lighting up with enthusiastic crackles.

“You’re a hero now, kid.”

Chiharu squealed, taking the costume from his hands and examining it like it was the coolest thing she’d ever seen. Perhaps it was.

Your cheeks turned pink from smiling, watching the scene play out at the dining table. Your daughter fawned over the costume as Katsuki explained the little features of it, showing her how to put it on.

“Well, get suited up. Gotta show us what the future number one hero looks like.” Your husband gestured for her to try it on and the girl immediately scampered away to her bedroom, costume in hand.

Katsuki stood up, now turning his attention to you as Chiharu got changed in her room.

You chewed at your bottom lip, heart melting like butter in your chest. “How did you do this, Kats?” You asked softly in the quiet of the kitchen, watching him move over to you.

His arm hooked around your shoulders, bringing you closer to him. His breath fanned over your face, pleased now that he was back in the good books.

“Made some calls last night.” He replied warmly, stroking the back of your hair with affection. “Thank fuck for my designer. She saved my ass.”

You chuckled, reaching up to give him a little kiss on the lips. He happily reciprocated, just glad he’d made good with the both of you.

“I’m not just buyin’ my way out of this either.” He added, reassuring you and himself. “Gonna put the kid first now, always. Should have in the first place.”

You nodded, content with his answer. “I’ll believe it when I see it.” You whispered and pecked his cheek, caressing his jawline with your fingers.

“You will.”

Chiharu came scrambling back in shortly after, now fully decked out in her little hero uniform.

She pulled a bunch of heroic poses, flexing her non existent little biceps and pretending to shoot the fake gauntlets on her arms.

“You look amazing, sweetie.” You grinned, giggling at her posing as Katsuki watched.

“I’m gonna be the number one hero! Watch me!” She cried out with a beaming grin, ecstatic now that she felt like she’d truly won this. She knew that Katsuki was proud of her now.

He reached out his fist, giving her a cute little fist bump as his cheeks began to ache from smiling.

“Hell yeah you are, kid.”

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katsuki, izuku and shoto

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he realises you have a worse temper than him

You were, in all senses of the word, a sweetheart.

Like, toothache level sweet to everyone you came across.

If you saw a classmate struggling with the work, you’d be the first one to offer your assistance if they needed it. You brought in homemade cookies to class for no reason.

You were the kindest girl ever, so obviously the group questioned how you and Katsuki could even be friends.

He didn’t really have an answer for them. It just happened over time. You were never perturbed by his grumpiness and his aggression, never annoyed by his snapping or yelling.

He’d tried to get you to leave him alone at first, irritated by your unrelenting and overly kind nature.

It didn’t work, you clearly feeling determined to befriend the man even if it meant putting up with his half-assed attempts at shooing you away. Over time, you just started to stick.

Something about you was different, like he was drawn to you by some unknown force. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but a part of him felt like you were supposed to be friends.

That had eventually developed into a little crush, but he’d never admit that to anybody ever.

You’d always lean over his shoulder between classes, peeking at his notes and asking random little questions.

He’d tried to hide how flustered it would make him, ears turning red and Eijiro snickering at his reaction. He’d even caught Hanta making kissy-sounds when you left the classroom.

You had a certain energy about you that drew people in, and Katsuki was almost certain there was no one at UA who didn’t like you, and if they didn’t they never made it known.

The day he knew he had to ask you out, though, was the day he found out you had a bad temper like him.

The group of friends were walking down the streets of Musutafa, having just come from the mall to shop for new clothes and other random things.

You walked alongside Katsuki as usual, basically clinging to his arm as you rambled about the new makeup you’d found.

Heat crawled up his neck at the sensation of your hands wrapped around his bicep, but he didn’t shove you away.

Mina chimed in as well, excitedly chatting about the new dress she’d found while trying items on with Jiro, while everyone else happily listened.

The crowds were getting a little busier as you neared the centre of the city, and you all were so immersed in conversation that no one noticed the stares you were all getting from a group of teens down the path.

Voices came into hearing distance, eyeing up Mina. Sometimes she drew attention thanks to her bright pink skin and horns, but never like this.

The teens were snickering away and you trailed away from the topic of conversation, going quiet as everyone heard their comments.

“Alien-looking freak.” One of them muttered, laughing away as the other boys egged him on.

“If I looked like that, I’d never show up to school. She looks like a unicorn threw up on her.”

You clocked it immediately, the group slowing down slightly.

You glanced over at Mina, hands drifting away from Katsuki’s arm as you saw her excited face fall a little, eyeing the group of boys.

Well, everyone was in for a shock.

Out of nowhere, you moved in front of everyone to get closer to the group.

“HEY ASSHOLES!” You yelled, catching the attention of the boys along with a bunch of onlookers.

Katsuki’s eyes widened, as did everyone else’s, Mina’s mouth falling open. No one had even heard you swear before, let alone shout like that.

You approached the group and they stood up straighter, smirking at the small feminine girl storming over to them.

“Yeah? What do you want, weirdo?” One of them scoffed, stepping forward with his hands in his pockets.

Katsuki tensed, trailing behind slowly incase any of the guys tried anything. Of course, he didn’t realise he’d be needing to make sure you didn’t do anything.

Shocking everyone, you suddenly grabbed the tallest one and shoved him up against a building wall with such force he stumbled and slammed against it. The guy groaned, eyes widening when your hand fisted his shirt and held him there.

“Care to repeat what you said about my friend over there!?” You yelled in his face, features contorted with anger.

Eijiro and Denki exchanged a look, wondering what to do in this scenario. Katsuki stared in surprise at your aggression, not having expected it one bit.

The guy scoffed a little, but his face betrayed his true fear. You were a small girl, sure, but you were extremely strong for someone of your stature. “The hell? We were just talking, lady! Mind your damn business!”

“You scared to repeat it for the class, idiot!?” You smirked, eyes glaring daggers as you held him firmly against the wall. “You wanna be a pussy? Go on, repeat what you fucking said!”

“Geez!” He breathed out, his other friends backing up slightly as Katsuki began to approach the scene. People were starting to stare, waiting for a fight to break out.

“I said your friend looks like a unicorn threw up on her, alien-looking freak!” He spat in your face and your glare quickly turned venomous.

“OH YEAH!? Well wait until you look in a mirror when I’m done with you, you piece of shit!” You gripped his shirt even tighter, and steam was figuratively pouring from your ears. “Then we’ll see who looks like a freak!”

Before Katsuki could, Eijiro and Kaminari jogged over to you and yanked you away from the guy you’d been pinning to the wall. You thrashed out, fist winding back ready to beat the man to a pulp if you could.

“Woah woah woah, chill out man!” Eijiro chuckled nervously, the guys all scrambling to run away as they both held your arms back.

You struggled as the boys ran down the street. “YEAH, YOU BETTER RUN, MORONS! IF I SEE YOU AGAIN I’LL HIT YOU SO HARD YOU CRY TO YOUR MOM!” You screamed after them, red in the face.

Once they were out of sight, you sighed to try and calm yourself down and the boys hesitantly let go of your arms.

You went over to Mina who was staring at you like she’d seen a ghost. “Are you okay, Mina?” You muttered softly, a stark contrast to the yelling you’d just been doing.

People still stared at your friend group, mostly moving on now that the outburst was over. Mina nodded, nervously smiling. “Yeah, thanks…I didn’t know you could yell like that!” She commented.

“Yeah, that was pretty badass.” Hanta chuckled, scratching the back of his neck as Kaminari let out a relieved sigh.

“I’m kinda scared of you now.” He laughed, glancing in the direction of the boys who were long gone now.

You side-hugged Mina, reassuring her that the comments the boys had made meant nothing and that she was beautiful. It was a little staggering how fast you went back to your sweet self.

When everyone was ready to keep walking, you moved back to Katsuki and saw that he was just staring at you.

The man had stars in his eyes as you curled your hands back around his arm, clinging to him as everyone carried on with their outing.

“You okay, Kats?” You asked sweetly, looking up at him as he seemed struck by you.

He practically had hearts in his eyes. He’d never been so attracted to someone before until this moment, having seen the sweetest girl ever explode at a couple of guys for making rude comments.

“Yeah.” He grumbled, clearly deep in thought as he kept glancing down at your smaller frame.

You were smiling, shopping bags swinging at your sides as the sun beamed down on the group of friends.

Katsuki suddenly cleared his throat, having already made up his mind the moment he heard you yell at those guys.

“You wanna get dinner with me this weekend?”

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Could I please request dad!bakugo x reader where the daughter is going to get their ears pierced but bkg can’t stand to see her in pain. Don’t be scared to add some fluff 😀😀

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he takes his daughter to get her ears pierced

For the last few weeks, your daughter had been begging to get her ears pierced.

Chiharu’s sixth birthday was coming up in a matter of days, and Katsuki had damn near blown up his own ears to save him from her continuous nagging about wanting cool earrings like her friends.

You obviously had no problem with it, but you’d instructed the man to hold back on giving her an answer because it would be a nice birthday surprise.

He’d been giving her short half-assed answers, brushing it off and trying to ignore the ache in his chest whenever he saw that look of disappointment on her face.

Sure, maybe he had gone a little soft over the years, but he didn’t care. He hated to disappoint his daughter, even though she’d be getting her wish soon enough.

It had been torture having to keep up with her constant hints about wanting it, if you could even call them hints. She’d been showing you both pictures of earrings she really wants for weeks now.

When the day finally arrived, Katsuki had been relieved.

You both woke up a little early as you always did on her birthdays, Katsuki cooking an extra special breakfast (every breakfast he made was michelin star worthy, but this was just Chiharu’s favourite, Dorayaki) while you set up her little pile of gifts in the living room.

The scent of custard and cooking pancakes wafted through the house, sunlight just peeking through the windows. Chiharu must have woken up to the smell, creaking open her bedroom door.

She stood there rubbing the sleep from her eyes, hair all messy and pyjamas with little explosions all over them sitting on her frame. She’d always proudly been her dad’s biggest fan.

You glanced up from where you were piling up the presents, grin widening seeing her little chubby face down the hall. “There she is!” You called out cheerfully.

Birthdays were always one of the best celebrations with Chiharu. You’d always made it your mission to make them as fun as possible, and you and Katsuki never failed to shower her with love.

She came padding in, smiling and wrapping her arms around you. Katsuki was clattering about with pots and pans in the kitchen, soft music playing from the crack in the door.

“Mom!” Your daughter smiled, before her glistening round eyes landed on the presents in the corner. She gasped excitedly, always surprised by how many gifts she got.

“We’re gonna have breakfast first, okay?” You told her, cupping her face in your hands. “Dad made you dorayaki, so we’ll eat and then open presents, okay?”

She nodded and ran off into the kitchen. You followed after, Katsuki just finishing plating up the sweet sugary breakfast he made for her every birthday.

“Dad!” She grinned, sitting down eagerly at the table as you did the same. Katsuki, in his usual worn graphic tee and sweatpants, put your plates on the surface.

He smiled softly, leaning down and giving her a kiss on the forehead before ruffling her hair. “Don’t go too crazy. Don’t need you bouncin’ off the walls from sugar all damn day.” He grumbled out, but his smile said he didn’t care either way.

You both immediately dug in, the man coming and sitting in the other chair and doing the same. Your daughter rambled on all about how her teachers had wished her a happy birthday the day before and that her friends were bringing presents later.

You and Katsuki listened, letting her talk your ears’ off and basking in her excitement.

When you were all finished, you moved to the living room as Chiharu began to tear through the present wrappers like it was life or death. Katsuki settled on the couch beside you, both just watching her squeal over all of her gifts.

Some were from the Bakusquad, all labelled as her uncles and aunts, and there were a few from Mitsuki and Masaru.

Once all of them had been opened, you let her sit and fiddle with the different gifts before Katsuki piped up.

“You and I have to be ready for lunch time, kid.” He yawned, scratching his neck tiredly as Chiharu glanced up at him. “Got an appointment at 12.”

She raised her eyebrows and you smiled to yourself, hugging his arm as you both sat on the couch. “What for?” She asked, clearly getting a little excited. She could probably feel that it was a surprise for her birthday.

Katsuki smirked a little, letting out a little ‘tch’. “You wanted your ears pierced right? Think you’re probably old enough now- wait…how old are you again?”

Chiharu giggled, slapping his knee. “Dad, you’re not funny!”

Katsuki raised an eyebrow, playfully mocking offence and standing up. Your daughter’s reaction was immediate, knowing what was coming as she scrambled off to make a run for it.

“Oh, I’m not funny huh?” He grumbled and chased after her, Chiharu not being quick enough to outrun him.

He caught her and swung her up over his shoulder making her squirm and flail her legs, laughing uncontrollably. The sound filled your home and made you smile to yourself, watching them play fight.

Katsuki eventually exhausted her out and she admitted defeat, going a little limp over his shoulder making him chuckle. “Come on, brat. Gotta get dressed.”

He carried her towards her bedroom down the hall, mentally preparing himself for the day ahead.

“Okay honey, you’re gonna feel a little bit of a pinch. You gonna be brave?”

The kind piercing lady crouched in front of the chair Chiharu was sitting on, kicking her legs nervously and fidgeting with her jacket. Katsuki stood by her side, hand on her shoulder in the quaint little piercing store.

Chiharu glanced up at her dad, clearly feeling the nerves hitting now that she was actually getting pierced.

Katsuki clocked it immediately, crouching down beside her as the piercer got the equipment ready. “Hey, stop worrying so much alright?” He muttered to her quietly, voice softer than usual sensing her anxiety.

The girl chewed at her bottom lip, still fidgeting. Katsuki carried on, warm hand clasping her own smaller one. “I don’t need to tell you you’re brave. You know that already. You can handle a little pain. It’s over in seconds.”

Chiharu nodded hesitantly as the piercer positioned herself at her side with the needle.

“I’m brave.” She confirmed, always taking on her dad’s fierce attitude. “You get hurt all the time. I can take it.”

That made Katsuki grin, his heart warming up a little in his chest. “Damn right, kid. You can take it.”

The piercer got ready to do the first ear, and the moment the needle went through her lobe Chiharu grasped Katsuki’s hand extra tight. Her eyes were squeezed shut, shaking a little and yelping from the pain.

He immediately rubbed his thumb over the back of her hand, watching her open her eyes and seeing them swimming with unshed tears. “I- I don’t wanna do the other one.” She stuttered, sniffling and shaking her head rapidly.

Katsuki gripped her hand tight, reassuring and grounding. He hated to see her cry, hating how much it made his chest ache. “Hey, you did really damn well just now. Think you gotta be stronger than me to handle that.”

The words seemed to reassure her a little bit, building her confidence slightly but she clearly still didn’t enjoy the pain. “It hurt…” She sniffled, looking into her dad’s eyes.

“Sure, but you did it though right?” He raised an eyebrow at her, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “You’re pretty cool for that you know. You’re gonna look even cooler once the other one’s done.”

“But…it’ll hurt again.” She whimpered and Katsuki melted a little inside, holding her hand in his and stroking over her fingers reassuringly.

“Yeah, but you’ve done it once now. Just one more time and then it’s over. Imagine the look on mom’s face when she sees how awesome you look.” He countered, glancing around and grabbing the little mirror from the piercers table.

He twisted it and held it up for her, and Chiharu’s eyes lit up when she saw her single pierced ear and the little gem on it. “See? She’s gonna think you’re a real hero for getting both done.” He reasoned, voice still soft as ever.

“Yeah?” She sniffled and her tears were already drying on her cheeks.

“Yeah.” Katsuki smiled, ruffling her hair as the piercer got ready for the last side. “You’ve got this. You’re the strongest kid I know.”

She grasped his hand a little tighter, looking a bit more determined than before. It made her dad’s smile grow tenfold and he watched as the piercer prepared.

The needle went through quickly and Chiharu gasped. Katsuki held her hand, but yelped when he felt a little crackle of pain on his palm.

He stuck it out until the final piercing was fully done and pulled his hand away, Chiharu excitedly taking her new look in the handheld mirror.

Katsuki glanced at his palm, wondering if he’d accidentally set off his quirk until his eyes landed on Chiharu’s grip on the mirror.

The plastic was melting slightly under her palm, little sparks and crackles coming from her touch. The girl clearly hadn’t noticed, too busy babbling about how awesome she looked now.

Katsuki sighed. She really just unlocked her quirk after getting her ears pierced.

“You’ve gotta be shittin’ me.”

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this was super duper cute oh my gawd i love dad bakugo so fucking much man, ty for the request anon 😚

guys exams have been actually crazy for me this past week pls bare with me if fics are coming out slower!!!

Is it referring to non-consensual? Do people ask for that in their requests? 😫😵🥴

Hey anon!

Yeah that’s essentially what it means. I respect if other writers want to write about that subject, it’s just not something I’d feel comfortable writing about! I can barely write smut without cringing let alone any extremes like that, but if other writers wanna do that I’m not dissing it. I’m not a kink shamer by any means!

dad!bakugo x reader

he’s a true girl-dad

Ever since you’d given birth to your daughter, Katsuki had truly and utterly transformed.

Of course, he still had his typical fiery attitude and short temper. That would never change and you didnt want it to. However now that you had a child together, he’d gone full dad-mode.

A part of you was taken aback by how well he was taking his new role as a father.

This was your firstborn, and neither of you knew anything about being a parent, but in your eyes he was made for this.

The man never let you lift a finger, all while looking after your daughter with multitasking skills of a serious pro hero.

The first night you got to take little Chiharu Bakugo home, and the first time you’d left the hospital since the birth, you were completely stunned by how prepared Katsuki was.

The car seat was already in place, and the man had cleaned out the entire vehicle so impeccably that the dashboard was practically reflective.

“Can’t take the little brat home in a dirty ass car.” He’d reasoned, and you knew it was an honest reason, but you also knew that he cleaned whenever he was nervous. The man was a neat-freak.

Despite those nerves, he was truly embodying his role as a new dad. You figured it was to trick himself into being confident, ‘fake it till you make it’, and it was working.

Once you all headed inside the house, your eyes widened upon the state of your home.

You’d both left it in a mess of frantic packing the day you’d gone into labour, and you half expected it to look no different.

The entire home was baby-proofed.

Every cabinet corner, every drawer locked, all outlets covered and wires hidden.

You moved into the house as Katsuki carried the baby-carrier, a proud smirk on his face. You turned to look at him, raising your eyebrow.

“You know it’s still gonna be a while until she can crawl around, right?” You teased lightly but the red tint to your cheeks told him you were flustered by his readiness.

He moved over to you, curling an arm around your shoulders and pulling you in to kiss your forehead.

You’d expected a gruff response, maybe a half-hearted insult or snap as usual.

Instead, his voice was soft and quiet as to not wake up sleeping Chiharu. “Mhm. Better safe than sorry though.” He muttered, muffled by your forehead that his lips were pressed against.

You blushed, nuzzling your face into his chest.

Over the weeks that passed, he’d been nothing but a saint.

For the first few days after getting home, Katsuki didn’t let you miss a necessary wink of sleep.

You pumped enough milk to last through the night, and despite your protests Katsuki forced you to get some decent nights’ sleep.

You’d tried to refute it, saying he shouldn’t stay up to care for Chiharu alone whenever she woke up and that you should take turns.

Katsuki point blank refused, at least for the first few nights after you’d returned home.

“You just popped out our fucking kid. Give yourself a chance to let your body catch up.” He’d said, already sitting down on the couch as the TV played quietly.

He’d moved the crib into the living room so you wouldn’t get woken up by her crying. “Stop worrying. We can start taking shifts in a few days.”

After the initial night passed, you’d woken up and kissed the life out of him with gratitude. You’d truly needed the rest, body still a little sore and aching.

Well, that reaction had been enough to make the sleepless nights worth it.

During the day, you’d both take turns catching up on some hero paperwork while otherwise spending time with Chiharu.

Katsuki was absolutely enamoured with her.

He’d talk to her in a hushed voice pretty much whenever he was around her, chatting away and telling her stories like she could understand. You sometimes caught him doing it whenever you appeared between hero paperwork, smiling warmly at the sight.

He’d sit on the couch, Chiharu pressed to his chest, just watching TV and giving her quiet running commentary.

One night, you came into the living room after taking a shower and your heart melted in your chest.

Katsuki was sitting on the couch in his comfy sweats, holding Chiharu up carefully and nuzzling her nose with his.

It was rare you ever saw him like this, completely honest and soft. He was with you, obviously, but now that you had a kid together?

You felt like you’d fallen in love with him all over again seeing him dote on your daughter this way.

“Suki.” You called out from behind him, gentle and eyes full of pure love as you looked at him and baby Chiharu.

He jumped a little, turning around and glancing at you stood in the doorway. His face was free of the usual creases between his eyebrows, a lack of a scowl on his features.

“Hey baby.” He breathed, not wanting to speak too loudly with Chiharu right up on his chest.

You chewed your bottom lip, momentarily feeling a little rush of emotion wash through your body. “I love you.”

The words lingered in quiet of your shared cozy home, the living room bathed in the glow of the TV and the warm lamp by the couch.

Katsuki watched you for a second, assessing if something was wrong. He found nothing, expect for that look on your face like he’d hung the sun.

“I love you too.” He muttered in response, feeling that same wave of emotion ripple through his body. “Get over here.”

You complied immediately, padding over and sitting at his side. His hand slid around your waist, pulling you right up against him. A sigh escaped your lips, one of contentment.

Your head rested on his shoulder, Chiharu pressed happily to his chest on the other side.

Katsuki had never felt happier than in this moment, pressed between his two favourite people on the planet.

He’d relive every single moment of his life, all of the bad and all of the trauma all over again, just to get this same outcome. Without a doubt in his mind.

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thanks anon for the request, this is cute af i’m in literal love with dad!bakugo ☺️