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1. Group Chat Chaos, pt. 1

warnings: idol au, social media au, crack, comedy, chaotic group chat, secondhand embarrassment, horrible sleep schedules (literally).

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a/n: hii, omg I hope everyone liked part one at least! I also wanna apologize for the delay of the part, but I do hope I'll be able to post as much as I can please pray for me! I honestly hope you guys liked it as much as I did. tho if you want to be added in the taglist pls make sure to comment on the m.list if you want to be tagged in the parts! anyway thank you so much for reading, stay tuned to see the aeons next time! ♡

synopsis: when the spotlight fades, secrets take center stage. Y/n, the beloved leader of rising girl group LUMINA, is known for her power vocals, radiant smile, and perfect idol image. Zhongli, the enigmatic leader of the veteran boy group AEON, is admired for his wisdom, deep voice, and unshakable presence. what the world doesn't know is that these two stars are in love—and have been for a long time. navigating award shows, comeback schedules, and nosy fans, Y/n and Zhongli rely on stolen moments, starbucks disguises, and loyal members who cover their tracks. but with dispatch closing in, jealous idols stirring drama, and emotions growing deeper, the question becomes: how long can a secret like this survive under the blinding lights of fame? A story of hidden messages, late-night group chats, chaotic besties, and a love that risks it all—told entirely through texts, tweets, fancams, and behind-the-scenes tea.

The Promise, I Made ᥫ᭡

synopsis: katsuki and y/n always had a complicated bond — fiery and quiet, opposites on the surface, but impossibly drawn to each other. they never confessed, not really. not until the war, when everything shattered. when she watched him fall. when she, the on who never showed emotion, begged whatever god was listening to bring him back. when she used her quirk to shock his heart and whispered the words he was never meant to hear.

months later class 1-a reviews footage of the war — and katsuki hears her confession for the first time. the one he was never supposed to know.

pairings: k.bakugo x fem!reader

genres: angst, hurt/comfort, confession, post-war.

warnings: mentions of character death (temporary), war injuries/battlefield violence, desperation/emotional breakdown, CPR (electricity-based quirk use), crying, yelling, and lots of painful feelings, light mitsuki involvement, bittersweet tension, unresolved feelings, and post-war trauma themes.

author's note: hello beautiful people! I'm here with something new! I've got an ask from one of you amazing people and I had to totally make this! so here is a post-war k.bakugo and fem reader I hope for y'all to like this! ᥫ᭡

word count: 1,042 words

important: this oneshot contains sensitive content to some people that don't seem to like, so please don't read this if it's something you can't read or your going through some tough times remember that please.

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The sky never looked so grey.

Smoke curled around broken concrete, and the battlefield groaned beneath your knees as if the earth itself had witnessed too much. The ringing in your ears drowned everything—voices, explosions, even your own heartbeat. But it couldn’t drown his name.

“Katsuki!” you screamed, your voice cracking for the first time in years. Not a whisper. Not a stiff nod. A scream—hoarse, raw, desperate.

His body was still.

Sprawled in the rubble, his uniform torn and scorched, his skin pale. You slid to your knees beside him, trembling hands reaching for a pulse you already knew you wouldn’t find.

"No," you whispered, voice shaking. "No, no—Katsuki, wake up."

No response.

Not from the boy who once scoffed at your silence. Who mocked your mumbling but always listened harder than anyone else. Who called you “Static” like it was an insult, but grinned every time you shocked someone else by accident. Who held your hand once—only once—during training, and didn’t let go until you made him.

"Please," you begged, fingers trembling against his chest. "Don't do this. You can’t do this. You told me once you wouldn’t die unless it was in a blaze of glory—this isn’t it."

You pressed your forehead to his chest.

"I promised Mitsuki..." you whispered. "She told me once, when you got too reckless, to keep you grounded. I told her I would. That I’d never let you go down alone."

No one had ever seen you cry.

No one had ever heard your voice crack like this, or seen the way your hands trembled when you pressed them to his chest and whispered, "Don’t you dare."

Then, you called on your quirk.

Electricity sparked in your fingers, crackling dangerously as you positioned your hands over his heart. You knew the risks. You knew CPR through voltage wasn’t safe, wasn’t controlled—but you had no other choice.

"Live, damn you," you whispered. "Live—because I haven’t told you yet."

One pulse of electricity.

Then two.

“I love you,” you sobbed, body trembling from the current draining through you. “I love you, Katsuki. I always have, even when you yelled. Even when you ignored me. Even when you smiled like you didn’t care. I know you did. So come back. Please.”

The third shock hit hard—your palms pressed tight against his ribcage—and then, with a violent gasp, his body jerked.

You screamed. Cried. Laughed.

He was alive.

But he didn’t hear a word of it.

Two months later

The dorm’s common room was quiet—unusually so.

Class 1-A sat shoulder to shoulder, faces pale, as they watched the screen. The footage they’d all avoided. The recordings Pro-Heroes took during the final battle. The day they almost lost Bakugo.

The lights were low. The room held its breath.

You stood in the back, arms folded tightly over your chest, your gaze locked on the floor. He sat only feet away, healed, breathing—alive. And you wanted to leave.

You should’ve left.

Because then the screen lit up with that moment.

There you were—knees scraped, eyes wide, hands pressed to his chest. Your voice broke through the speakers, raw and shaking.

"Please," your recorded voice begged. "Don't do this..."

Everyone went silent.

No one had ever heard you like that.

"She promised Mitsuki." Uraraka's whisper cut through the quiet. "Did you know that?"

But the room was too focused on the video.

Then the confession played.

“I love you, Katsuki. I always have…”

Bakugo jerked like someone had slapped him.

The breath caught in his throat, his jaw clenched, and his hands gripped his knees so hard his knuckles turned white. The recorded you—wild, broken, real—bared every word you’d never spoken aloud.

“I didn’t know,” he muttered. Barely a whisper.

You turned to leave.

“Wait.” His voice, louder now.

You froze.

He stood slowly, the rest of the class forgotten. His eyes locked on yours—not furious, not cocky. Just wide. Vulnerable.

“You said that,” he said, like he was piecing it together in real-time. “You really said that.”

“I didn’t think you’d hear it,” you said softly.

“I didn’t.” His voice cracked. “But I should’ve. I should’ve known—the way you looked at me. The way you always stayed. You’re quiet, but not with me. Not really.”

You didn’t speak. Couldn’t.

“I remember...something,” he said. “When I came back. I heard my name. Your voice. You were crying.”

Silence.

“I’ve never seen you cry,” he added, eyes still locked on yours. “Didn’t think you could.”

You stepped closer.

“I meant it,” you whispered. “All of it.”

He didn’t smile. Didn’t tease.

Instead, he reached out, took your wrist gently, and pressed your hand to his chest.

“Still beating,” he murmured. “Thanks to you.”

And for the first time, you didn’t flinch when everyone watched.

Because they all knew now.

And so did he.

Title: His Girl. No secrets.

Summary: Interviews confirm what fans already knew. Bakugo calls her his. The story ends with them off-dut, in-love and completely at ease together.

Warnings: curse words final time from both.

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Y/n's POV

The set was softly lit, the kind of cozy that tried to feel casual, but it never did when cameras were rolling. Y/n sat on the velvet sofa, legs crossed, mic clipped neatly to her collar. Bakugo sat beside her, surprisingly calm for someone who hated this kind of spotlight.

They’d both been asked to do the interview weeks ago — a joint sit-down. After everything, their team insisted the public wanted to hear from them. Together.

The host smiled brightly, flipping a card. “Okay, last couple of questions, and these are the fun juicy ones.”

Y/n tilted her head slightly, brushing a curl behind her ear. Bakugo sat back, arm over the cushion behind her, body angled a little closer than maybe necessary — or maybe just right.

“So, Y/n,” the host began, “you’ve been booked and busy lately, and we’ve all loved watching your campaigns and shoots — especially the bodyguard reveal moment at the gala.”

They both chuckled, Y/n giving a playful wince.

The host leaned in a little. “That being said… fans are dying to know — is there someone in your life? Anyone special?”

Y/n paused, the question lingering in the space like perfume.

She didn’t rush her answer.

Instead, she glanced to her left — where Katsuki sat.

And smiled.

Her hand, placed subtly between them, moved just enough until her fingers brushed his. It was slight. Private. Hidden in plain sight.

And then she nodded.

A quiet little confirmation that somehow said: if you want to, now’s the time.

Bakugo exhaled slowly through his nose.

And sat forward.

“Yeah,” he said, voice rough but steady, like it cost him nothing to be sure. “There is.”

The host raised her brows, eyes bouncing between them, and Y/n’s smile widened — a soft laugh escaping her like she hadn’t meant it to.

“Wait, wait — are you saying…?”

Bakugo didn’t look at her.

He looked at Y/n.

Straight at her. Warm. Solid. A look that said nothing was an accident.

“I was hired to protect her,” he said plainly. “But I stayed because I wanted to.”

The air went still for half a second.

Then the host laughed — stunned and delighted. “So you are together?”

Y/n leaned in, chin on her hand. “Yeah. He’s not my bodyguard anymore.”

The cameras kept rolling, the room filled with soft awe and light-hearted jokes. But between them, something unspoken locked into place. Something quiet and real.

Later that night, long after the studio lights had dimmed and the mics had come off, they ended up back in her apartment, curled together on the couch — half-dressed, feet tangled, phones buzzing nonstop.

He saw her grinning down at her screen, cheeks warm, the soft glow lighting her face in amber.

She glanced up at him. “You really okay with all this now?”

Bakugo shifted closer, dragging his thumb along the side of her jaw, gentle in a way no one else ever got to see.

“Yeah,” he murmured. “As long as I get to walk into this shitty mess with you.”

And with that, the final scene wasn’t some press headline or viral clip. It was this.

Two people sitting in the quiet, with nothing left to hide.

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Author's note: there's no way I just finished all this omg- I'm so proud of myself?? And I hope you guys liked this smau as much as I did, but if you ever want to see more of katsuki smaus please don't be shy to leave any asks anons in my inbox! I'm just a girl loving to make these! But stay tuned cause kpop artist!zhongli x kpop artist!y/n l/n will come!! 🖤

Word count: 706 words

Title: Private Soft, Public Loud

Summary: Late-night texts. Casual touches. PR tries to spin it, but the truth is softer then gossip. He's still her bodyguard — just also her safe place.

Warnings: curse words once more but our favorite angry but calm blonde.

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Y/n's POV

The cameras were already waiting.

She could see the silhouettes—tall, shadowed figures and the glassy eyes of paparazzi flashes behind the limo doors.

She hesitated. Just for a breath.

And then his hand found hers.

Rough palm. Strong grip. Unshakable.

Bakugo didn’t even glance at the press. Didn’t flinch.

Just said, low and firm, “Ready?”

Like it was a battlefield. Like he had her six.

And she nodded—because she was. Not for the cameras, but for this.

Because his hand was warm, and real, and maybe she'd spent the whole night waiting for it.

They stepped out together.

The flashes came like lightning.

But he never let go of her hand.

And in that second, with his hand wrapped around hers like it had always belonged there, she didn’t care about the headlines.

He was hers.

Loud, proud, and finally—

no longer pretending he wasn’t.

Katsuki's POV

He felt her hesitate.

Just for a second.

He’d heard it in the way her heels slowed. The breath she held. The nerves buzzing through her fingers when they brushed his.

So he took her hand. No asking, no warning. Just held it.

Tight enough to say: I'm here. I mean this.

The flashes outside were already going.

Didn’t matter.

They weren’t gonna stop staring. Not when it was her.

But for once, he didn’t care if they looked at him, too.

Let them.

Because tonight, she didn’t walk out of that gala alone.

And neither did he.

They stepped into the chaos together.

And when her grip didn’t loosen, when she leaned just slightly closer without a word—

Bakugo knew there wasn’t a single part of this he’d take back.

Not the job.

Not the fire.

Not even the damn rumors.

He didn’t say much. Never did.

But tonight, his silence said everything:

She’s mine. And I’m not hiding it.

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author's note: part 11 is finally here!! Omg— sunday will be the last day the final part will be posted I can't wait for y'all to see the final part, tho I hope you guys liked it! I'll see y'all on sunday!! 🖤

Word count: 348 in total

Title: Off-duty, All in

Summary: Bakugo shows up as her date at a major event. She holds his hand like it's always belonged there. They kiss — and the cameras catches it.

Warnings: curse words again from our number one angry blonde.

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Y/n's POV

He didn’t ask if he could stay — but then again, he never even had to.

It was supposed to be just a quiet drop-off. He’d walked her up after a late event, tension still clinging to his shoulders like he hadn’t taken off the job yet.

But when she unlocked the door and turned back, he didn’t leave.

Not even when she said, “You’re off-duty now.”

Not even when she said it softly.

And when he reached past her the next morning — to press a mug into her hands, coffee just the way she liked it — Y/n realized something.

He was still here.

And it wasn’t because he had to be.

It wasn’t about guarding her.

Not anymore.

It was about being near her,

with no excuse necessary needed.

Katsuki's POV

She told him he was off-duty.

He heard it.

Didn’t move.

He could’ve blamed the long day.

The late hour.

Even said he was just making sure she locked the door behind her.

But none of that was true.

Truth was, he didn’t want to go.

Not when her eyes looked that tired.

Not when her voice was soft like that — like maybe she wanted him to stay too.

So he did.

Didn’t touch her.

Didn’t cross the line.

Just stayed. Sat near. Let the silence settle. Let her breathe.

And in the morning, when she stirred half-awake and mumbled something about “real coffee,” he made it.

No training taught him how to steam milk.

He figured it out anyway.

Because she’d like it.

And he was already too far gone to pretend it didn’t matter.

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Author's note: part 10 is finally here!! I can't believe I'm almost done with this whole bodyguard x model social media au, remember tomorrow part 11 and the final part is on sunday y'all!! Don't forget it!! I hope y'all like this!! 🖤

Word count: 313 words in total

Title: Soft Launch & Loud Feelings

Summary: it's not officially official, but everyone knows. Bakugo's softer. Y/n's glowier. Certified Menaces Gc? Unhinged. Pretty Privilege Gc? Manifesting marriage.

Warnings: once again curse words from our favorite blonde.

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Y/n's POV

The sunlight slipped through her curtains in golden strands, brushing over the rumpled sheets and the broad back beside her. He hadn’t stirred when she shifted — just sighed, low and gravelly, as his hand sought hers beneath the warm blanket.

Y/n reached for her phone, the habit automatic. Notifications blinked on screen, but she ignored them. Instead, she turned the camera and quietly lifted it. One click — a coffee mug, breakfast on two plates, and a flash of black sleeve over a strong wrist.

Katsuki’s hoodie.

She hesitated.

Not his face. Not even a full hand. But it felt loud.

A soft launch.

He shifted beside her again, eyes barely opening. “You postin’ that shit?”

Her breath caught. “Uh is that okay?”

He stared at her for a moment, unreadable. Then: “Don’t fuckin' care. Just tag me next time.”

And with that, he rolled over and fell back asleep — like her world hadn’t just tilted on its axis.

Katsuki's POV

He knew the moment she posted it.

Not because his phone buzzed — hell, he hadn’t checked that yet.

But because she exhaled like she’d just jumped into open air.

He didn’t say anything. Not right away. Her back was to him, curled into the couch cushion like she thought it would make her invisible. She always underestimated how easily he could read her.

When his phone finally lit up, he caught it from the corner of his eye.

Y/n’s post.

His hoodie.

Their coffee.

People were going to talk. He should’ve cared.

But he didn’t.

He just leaned in, lips brushing the curve of her ear.

“Next time,” he muttered, voice rough with sleep, “tag me.”

And when she laughed — bright, relieved — he realized he didn’t mind the noise.

Not if it was about her.

Not if she was still his quiet to return to.

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Author's note: Part 9 is finally here, since I'm so off-schedule I was supposed to post this on sunday so— big effort enough?? I hope y'all like this one and for everyone to know!! No, I don't do smut and you guys didn't do shit okay? Chill 🤨📸 if I would've done smut I've would wrote every detail that happened but no- lmao they just fell asleep together. Part 10 will come shortly soon if I can post it!! 🖤

Word count: 335 in total

Title: You came back...

Summary: After everything — the panic, the headlines, the tension — Y/n expects distance. Cold professionalism. A carefully built wall between them. But what she gets instead... is him, at her door.

Warnings: again with the curse words because of our angry blonde.

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Y/n's POV last night

The soft knock at the door wasn’t loud, but it cut through the silence like a knife.

Y/n hesitated, halfway through removing her earrings, her hands trembling just slightly. The last of the paparazzi photos from the gala had barely stopped circulating, and she hadn’t opened her curtains all day. Everything still felt heavy on her skin.

Another knock on the door.

Slower this time. Like he was waiting. Like he knew she was standing just beyond it, unsure.

When she opened the door, Katsuki stood there, damp from the drizzle, hoodie pulled over messy blonde hair, red eyes unreadable.

She didn’t say anything. She didn’t have to.

Neither did he.

He stepped inside with the quiet ease of someone who had every excuse not to be there—but chose to be anyway.

The apartment was still. Dimly lit, scattered with remnants of a stressful week—half-empty takeout containers, a fashion magazine flipped open, her heels abandoned beside the couch. She didn’t bother straightening anything.

But he didn’t mind the mess.

“I thought you weren’t coming,” she said finally, curled up in the far corner of the couch, a blanket around her shoulders.

He sat down at the other end. Not touching. Not crowding.

“I wasn’t,” he said. “Then I saw your text.”

“It was just a ‘hi.’”

“Yeah. I know.”

She smiled faintly. “Didn’t think you’d answer.”

“I didn’t either.”

The silence after that wasn’t awkward. It was… gentle. Tentative. Like they were both tiptoeing around something they couldn’t name yet.

She didn’t know when she drifted off. Just that when she blinked awake a few hours later, her head was tilted toward him, and his eyes were still open. Still watching.

“You can sleep, you know,” she whispered groggily.

“I’m fine,” he murmured, barely audible. “Just making sure.”

And for the first time in weeks, she let herself believe it.

That someone was watching. Just for her.

The morning

Morning came in quiet gold.

Y/n stirred awake again with the warmth of sunlight pressing through the blinds. She blinked, stretching slowly beneath the blanket… and found the space beside her empty.

Not cold.

Just… recently vacated.

She sat up, fingers pressing into the cushions as if to check whether he’d been real at all.

Then she saw it.

A glass of water on the table. A note torn from the corner of her planner.

Didn’t want to wake you.

Still think your tea smells weird.

Call me when you're up. – K.

She laughed. Soft and stunned.

And then—“Katsuki?”

He was still here.

Standing at the doorway, boots on, hand on the knob. Frozen like he’d been caught mid-escape.

“I thought you left,” she said, voice still raspy from sleep.

“I was about to.”

“You’re certainly terrible at sneaking out.”

“Tch.” He looked down, rubbing the back of his neck. “Didn’t want it to feel weird.”

“Too late,” she teased, but her voice trembled a little. “It already does feel weird.”

He looked up then, gaze serious. “Didn’t mean for it to.”

“What did you mean?”

A beat.

“I don’t know,” he admitted, quiet and real and far too sincere for this early in the morning. “But I know I wanted to see you.”

She crossed her arms, heart stumbling.

“And now?”

“I still do,” he said simply. “But… if I stay, it’s not just protection anymore.”

She swallowed. Her fingers itched to reach for him.

“That doesn’t scare me.”

He blinked once. Slowly. Then turned the knob halfway open.

“You’re bad at lying, you know.”

She smiled. “You came back anyway.”

He didn’t answer. But she didn’t need him to.

The door shut gently behind him. A soft smile forming on his face for a reason. Because of her.

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Author's note: part 8 is here peopleeee!! I hope you guys like this one! and since work has been kicking my butt, I'll surely be off-schedule of making part 9 so please wait! 🙏🏻anyway I hope you guys like this one as much as the other parts! 🖤

Word count: 722 words in total

Title: PR nightmare, heartbreak pending

Summary: A harmless paparazzi pic spirals out of control. PR starts panicking, Twitter's on fire, and Y/n realizes the person she wants protecting her might also be the one putting her heart most at risk.

Warnings: once again curse words because of our man.

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Katsuki's POV after leaving the gala event

He felt the flash before he saw it. One split second — her face lit by the bulb, his hand hovering protectively at her back. The click of the camera might as well have been a trigger.

They’d twist it. He knew they would.

But when she froze behind him, shoulders tight and voice shaking, “They’re gonna twist everything”—his only thought was:

So what?

He turned to her, eyes steady, voice low like a whisper.

“Let them.”

Because if protecting her meant getting dragged into headlines, he’d do it again.

And again.

And again. Just for her.

Y/n's POV after leaving the gala event

Y/n didn’t speak as they exited through the back. The low hum of paparazzi faded into the thrum of her heartbeat, uneven and loud.

Bakugo was walking ahead, one hand on the small of her back, calm and unreadable, his touch surprisingly gentle.

She hated how safe that made her feel.

But then the world caved in—notifications buzzing, a blurry photo lighting up every screen. Her lips parted, breath caught, fingers trembling around her phone.

“They’re gonna twist everything.”

He turned, red eyes already locked on hers. “Let them.”

She blinked. “Why aren’t you panicking?”

“Because you’re with me.”

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Author's note: omg??? part 7 already today?? dude yesterday I posted part 6 and already posted part 7??? extra part fr! anyway I hope you guys enjoy it! 🖤

Word count: 211 words in total

Title: You weren't supposed to matter

Summary: He's furious — not at her, but at himself. They argue. Then something shifts: vulnerability creeps in. "I care more then I should," he says. She doesn't back away.

Warnings: curse words because of our mans and a little from our girl y/n

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Y/n's POV

He hadn’t even looked at her once.

Bakugo always hovered—quiet but close, eyes like a storm waiting to hit. But tonight? Nothing. Not a glance. Not even when that actor touched her waist. Not even when she laughed too hard to pretend she didn’t notice him standing still like stone in clear view.

She told herself it didn’t matter.

She told herself he didn’t.

But when he finally texted—“I’m your bodyguard, not your boyfriend”—something in her chest cracked wide open. And all she could think was:

Then why did that hurt so much in her hesrt?

Katsuki's POV

She was laughing again.

Not with him.

Someone else had her smiling tonight—some bland, silver-spoon actor who’d probably forget her name by tomorrow morning. Bakugo stood a few feet back, jaw tight, fists tighter. He hated how good she looked. How easily she pulled attention. How easily she’d pulled his heart.

He wasn’t supposed to care. He was supposed to protect her, not notice how her eyes searched for him in a crowd. Not ache when she looked away like she didn’t feel the same way.

“Don’t get attached,” he muttered under his breath.

Too fucking late.

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Author's note: part 6 is here!!! I tried to make it a little more interesting I guess?? So I hope you guys like it! 🖤

Word count: 213 in total

Title: Jealousy looks good on him...

Summary: He steps in— a little too possessive, a little too fast. Denki & Sero start calling him “guard dog boyfriend.”

Warnings: of course swearing curse words because our angry man.

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No ones POV before it happened

Y/n owned the room—flashing cameras, soft laughter, expensive perfume curling through gold-lit air. She looked like she belonged on the front of every magazine, and he—well, Bakugo belonged in the shadows behind her.

Except he couldn’t stop watching her.

Some actor with a too-white smile leaned a little too close, hand brushing her waist like he had the right. Y/n laughed, politely. Bakugo’s jaw clicked.

Next second, he was between them.

“Can’t be too careful,” he muttered to her, gaze locked on the man now walking away with a nervous glance.

“You sure it’s safety you’re worried about or actually something else?” she teased, eyes glinting.

“You think this shit is funny?”

“I think you’re jealous.” She smirked.

Bakugo didn’t blink. “I think he forgot his place.”

Y/n’s heart skipped. His hand hovered at the small of her back—barely there, but searing.

And in a room full of diamonds, the only thing shining brighter was the heat in his stare.

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Author's note: Part 5 is hereeee! Jesus I made this with super speed but I hope you guys like it!

Word count: 180 words

Title: The Glare Softens

Summary: Y/n finds comfort in his quiet strength. Bakugo starts acting just a little less cold. Fans notice the tension. And so does the team.

Warnings: just small swearings now because of our mans.

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Author's note: Part 4 is here!!! sorry for the inconvenience cause of katsuki's rarity of swearing since I didn't notice that I didn't put any swear words of his lmao but remember to read at least the warnings! And better my schedule since I'm gonna change it! Hope everyone enjoys this part! 🖤

Title: Close Calls & Closer Quarters

Summary: He learns that she isn't just a pretty face; she's smart, chaotic, cool, and real. She starts to see the man behind the gruff exterior of his.

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Author's note: sorry pooks for the wait! I haven't posted since a week but here's part three!! 🖤

Title: Not part of the plan

Summary: He picks her up and gets her to safety. It becomes a trending moment, sparking rumors. She’s flustered. He’s annoyed — at the crowd, not her (maybe)...

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No one's POV before it happened

The crowd roared before she stepped outside of the building. Camera's flashed. Screams tangled in the air. Y/n flinched, heels skidding on the marble steps.

Suddenly some rough hands— no rough scarred calloused hands gripped her slim waist — steady, but unyielding.

“Stay still,” Bakugo growled, voice low, cutting through the chaos.

Before she could even protest, he lifted her. One second she was dodging lenses, the next, tucked against a broad chest, shields of muscle and anger.

People reached. Bakugo snarled.

He moved like a tank, cutting a path through the mob without a second thought. Y/n clunged to his jacket, heartbeat stuttering.

Definitely not part of the plan.

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Author's note: part two of my angry husband!!!

Word count: 109

⊱ Lumina ⊰

⊱ Y/n L/n — Lead singer, main vocalist and the face of the group ⊰

secretly meets up with Zhongli at their favorite starbucks place with a disguise (so she'll be unrecognizable).

tries to keep it lowkey but accidentally wore his hoodie on a livestream once (won't live it down).

has Zhongli's contact save as “Stone Cold” with a heart emoji.

⊱ Dehya — Main Dancer, Lead Rapper, One of y/n's many best friends & siblings with Xilonen ⊰

offered to be y/n's bodyguard for her dates and especially meant it

once threw hands (metaphorically) in the comment section of a hate thread

has threatened to “break cameras not hearts” if dispatch gets too close

⊱ Xilonen — Lead Vocalist, Sub Dancer, One of y/n's many best friends & siblings with Dehya ⊰

designs custom jewelry for the group and actually made y/n a “geo-themed” necklace w/her favorite color

clutches her phone like it's a sacred relic whenever y/n texts Zhongli

talks to y/n about love like she's narrating a drama

⊱ Navia — Visual, Lead Rapper, Sub Vocalist & one of y/n's many best friends ⊰

tried to set up a double date with her crush and Zhongli & y/n...unfortunately it was a fail

takes aesthetic pics of y/n for insta— but accidentally got Zhongli in one

brings extra sunglasses for disguises “just in case”

⊱ Furina — Maknae, Sub Vocalist, Variety Queen & one of y/n's many best friends ⊰

lives for the drama— accidentally leaked a couple-coded outfit moment

called Zhongli “Mr. Mysterious” on stage and winked at y/n

has a private group chat named “Operation: Cover for y/n” with the rest of the Lumina