~Anime Imagines~

———

Admittedly after being so inspired by your original vision, finding an alternative that'd bring equal satisfaction was proving difficult. This dilemma brought you to the local cafe nearest the U.A. dorms in search of inspiration, or at least some peace.

A familiar voice cut through your drifting thoughts when awaiting your order and you couldn't help but overhear.

"It can't be helped man, thanks for letting me know— of course I'm still gonna study!"

With his sigh of relief (from avoiding what you'd assumed to be wrath at the other end of the line), you cautiously approached the redhead.

"Kirishima, nice to see you. You here alone?"

"Ah hey (L/n), you too. Yeah, Bakugō was gonna tutor me for the upcoming exams, but he got pulled for a last minute call at his internship." He explained casually, running a hand through his spiky hair and plastering on a semi-fake grin. He was worried then.

"That's hero life I guess." You gave a sympathetic smile and a shrug prior to speaking again. "If you want, I can help."

"Really?" Kirishima sat up straighter, eyes a little brighter when meeting your own as you elaborated.

"General Studies have the same classes as you except hero training, but I've been looking into heroes lately so I might be a little useful there too."

"That'd be great (L/n)! Let me buy you some food whilst you're here to say thanks at least." Thus began your study session and lunch break with the defence hero.

———

Maybe Kirishima would suffice? You could definitely alter your final project idea to highlight his quirk, and he'd be willing to assist.

"Oi, sketchy." The call from down the hallway caught not only yours, but fellow students' attention, them parting like the great sea upon realising who it came from.

"Seriously? Sketchy?"

"Whatever, I heard you helped shitty hair study after I couldn't make it." Bakugō dismissed your query once reaching you, glaring at those who'd evacuated his path whilst talking to you more casually than expected.

The topic of Red Riot brought you joy though, brightening when asking about his results.

"Oh yeah, did he pass?"

"Surprisingly, so thanks."

"You don't have to thank me Bakugō, I was helping Kirishima. See you around." Pleased, you went to walk away assuming the conversation was over. Except a more irritated tone cut in.

"Tch — if you still need me for that dumb project of yours, I'll do it."

"What?"

Hating to repeat his 'kindness', Bakugō turned his head with a huff, prior to awkwardly explaining with his voice raising an octave.

"I'll let you paint me or draw me, or whatever you need to do, as long as you make me look good."

"Really?" Understandably, it was laced with disbelief considering it was so easy, but you suspected this was his way of paying you back.

"I'm not offering again."

"Meet me here tomorrow after classes." You confirmed, determined smile on your features. "And I'll make you look great."

———

Against all odds and expectations, he actually showed up. Even though part of you figured Bakugō was a man of his word, you didn't actually think he'd help in the first place. He seemed agitated already when glaring at the easel you had set up and then more so when noticing you.

"We had practical training last, but I can change out of my costume." It was more of a statement than an offer but you were grateful for his consideration regardless.

"The hero attire works, thanks Baku— Dynamight."

"You don't have to call me that, and what do you want me to do?" He stated deadpan, hand on his hip as he surveyed the empty room.

"Take a seat, and I'll start my project. Thanks for doing this by the way, Kirishima said you liked these from the vending machine so I bought some for refreshments." Gesturing to the drinks located on the side, he flicked to them quizzically and only nodded in reply, brows furrowing further.

As such you began your assignment after some reference pictures and sketches, the silence a little awkward since you weren't sure how to interact with the explosive hero in regards to his infamous prickly personality, but you supposed you could always make a start.

"So what inspired you to become a hero?" The question caught him off guard, and within a brief moment of processing, he presented an amicable reply.

"All Might I guess, and fighting villains isn't half bad either."

"I see, he is quite incredible. You're lucky to have him as a Sensei too."

You spoke about trivial things throughout the process: school life; the dorms; recovery; and what your respective courses were like. Requiring a break mid way, you apologetically supplied instant ramen, to which he only rolled his eyes before accepting and eating with you. Finally with the silver moonlight illuminating the room, you finished up.

"You're done?" It was almost too curious, which he soon covered for. "About damn time!"

"With that attitude I don't even want to show you!"

"Hah?! After I sat there for hours?! Show me!" He'd argumentivy justified, you barely holding him off with a paint brush before breaking into laughter.

"Yeah yeah okay, come check it out."

With a degree of scrutiny, he approached you as if ensuring he had your permission before taking a look at your final piece with a stifle of his breath. You'd hoped for more of a reaction, considering you were quite proud of your creation but for Bakugō, him taking time to analyse every detail of it was compliment enough so you waited. Until finally.

"You're really talented (L/n), your style is unique."

"I—" Then a handful of yen was shoved into your hand.

"For the drinks and food."

"No they were to thank— BAKUGŌ!"

The blonde walked out without another word, ignoring you completely and leaving you to heave a sigh - though you noted his shadow remaining still outside the door for a moment like regaining composure, then shaking his head and walking off.

Maybe he was tired too? You’d heard he was asleep by this time after all, in fact you probably should be too, you finalise any adjustments tomorrow with afresh pair of eyes.

———

"(L/n)..." Your classmate hesitated, a lilt of fear to her tone that had you on edge too. "Dynamight is asking for you."

"What?"

"The hot guy from the hero course!"

"Todoroki?" It was spoken jokingly, your classmate rolling her eyes knowing you knew exactly who it was. You hadn’t spoken since last month, when you’d submitted your piece.

"No, the other one! The mean one." She urgently asserted, sensing he was likely growing impatient as you walked to the class door to meet him.

"You're here to see me."

"What's wrong with that?" He raised an accusing brow, even though you’d established an acquaintance-ship, his visit was unexpected.

"Just, you hero types usually stick to your own."

"Ugh, shut your mouth Sketchy." The blonde snapped, then shifting to a more conversational tone. "I came to ask how you did."

"Ah the final assignment, I got top marks and best in class."

"Good." It was simple, a soft smile gracing his lips before he began walking away, you suddenly finding yourself shouting after him.

"That's all you have to say? I expected 'of course you did because I was your muse' or 'you're welcome Sketchy'."

He raised a hand as acknowledgment to your impressions whilst he continued walking down the corrupt without looking back.

"No need when you've said it yourself."

"Wait, Dynamight!" This made him pause mid step, long enough for you to catch up to him. "Do you want it?"

"Do I..." He locked eyes with you, slightly surprised by your offer.

"I love it and I'm so proud of it, but it's yours."

"You love it huh?" This was spoken quietly, as if coming to terms with such a thing even if you'd responded in a more charismatic way.

"Duh, it's the best. How could I not? But now it's been graded, I can freely give it to you."

It appeared he'd already reached a decision, the softer slip from earlier exploding with renewed ferocity.

"The hell am I gonna do with it? Keep it as a reference Sketchy, make sure everything you create lives up to that, got it?"

"Got it, but you'll have to tell me if I fail hero."

"Save the eyes of the world from your shitty creations? Count on it." A pause as he began to leave, final comment and wave threw over his shoulder. "Doubt I'll ever need to though."

———

Having your own collection displayed in the most famous art gallery in Tokyo was never something that crossed your mind. In actuality, you'd never thought you'd get this popular for your creations - the most famous pieces being your style portraits of Pro Heroes which were valued for far more than they were surely worth.

Alas all this had led you to various openings, events, and now currently a TV interview at your little studio shop closer to home.

"All of your pieces are inspiring in their own way, of course hero fans are excited to see their favourites! I'd like to know what was the first piece that started it all?"

You thought for a moment, U.A. memories flooding your brain leaving you with nostalgia and an equally sentimental answer to the interviewer.

"It's actually none of the ones I've ever displayed, but I've kept it with me always - it should be in the back, if you'd like to see it?"

Within a minute you were carrying the canvas back into your studio area, unveiling the painting ever so carefully leaving the crew in awe.

"Is that Dynamight?!" The interviewer questioned with a renewed enthusiasm, despite already knowing the answer judging by his excitement.

"Yes it is, we went to the same school and he let me borrow him for an assignment, this was the final product. I suppose I enjoyed it so much that it kickstarted my whole hero collection."

"Would you ever consider putting this on auction? It’d be a true original masterpiece!"

"Well I... not that I want..." There was sentimental reluctance there, holding the portrait out in front of you wearing saddened glance. "If all proceeds went to charity... I think I could."

The whole thing was arranged shortly after, and though you had mixed feelings about it, you'd decided that the picture would likely be used more than it had been and you'd be helping out a good cause too.

However you were not expecting just how timely your artwork would be sold. Shinsō had called, your friend planning to place a bid as his way of supporting you, but the call you received from him said otherwise.

"Your skills are seriously impressive, didn't even get a chance to bid - it's gone."

"What do you mean gone?" Came your puzzled tone, Shinsō emitting a low chuckle on the other end of the phone.

"Already been brought by an anonymous bidder, the thing didn't even make it to auction."

"What the hell...”

"Hey, it went for a hefty price if that helps. More than was expected." The underground hero was forever supportive, but the feverish call from one of the organisers hijacked your chance to reply to him.

"(L/n)-san! (L/n)-san!"

"Sounds like you gotta go, later big shot artist." Shinsō hung up with a playful lilt to his voice whilst you gave your full attention to Miss Sakiko.

"Your painting sold before it even hit auction!"

"I know—“

"And the buyer wants to meet with you personally!" She gleefully exclaimed, practically overflowing with anticipation whilst you shot back purely confounded.

"Weren't they meant to be anonymous?"

"Yes, but they seemed rather adamant about it on the phone - they'll be picking it up this evening. Would you like dinner?"

"What?" Again, you shook your head as if it’d miraculously make sense.

"They also asked, if you'd like dinner..." Sakiko seemed somewhat careful this time when speaking, understanding your perspective now.

"This is only getting more confusing Sakiko-san, I um— don't give them a definitive answer on dinner."

Anxiety was an understatement. You were going to need new floorboards in your studio with how you were pacing a burning trail when waiting for this mysterious visitor. Naturally you had Shinsō on speed dial - if anything happened he'd be over and in top hero form.

Hopefully it wouldn’t come to that, it was probably a hotshot rich businessman who took pride in meeting the artists of any artwork he’d acquired. Yes, that’s it, nothing to worry about!

Except when you heard a loud knock on your door, far too harsh for a businessman, all of that convincing set ablaze and clouding your thoughts.

Only, when you opened the door with a deep breath of false confidence, it was shot from you like getting suckerpuched in the gut.

"Bakugō Katsuki?"

"Were you expecting someone else?" It was brazen and snarky, seemingly pleased to have evoked such a shocked reaction from you.

There was a moment of silence where you simply stared at each other, taking in the changes that had come with age and experience, before you finally broke it with an accusation of utter surprised puzzlement.

"You bought my painting?!"

"Calm down Sketchy, and get your shit together."

With that you invited him into your gallery, the two of you talking and strolling as you did so.

"You said you didn't want it back in U.A."

"Nah you seemed so pleased with it back then and what would I have done with it? Plus you didn't look like you wanted to get rid of it in that interview either." He effortlessly shrugged, subtly asking of assumptions were correct or not, your softening expression suggested they were.

"You saw that huh?"

"It's my job to keep up with the world dumbass, even the art one. There's more heists and thefts than you think."

"Hm, but we both know that's not what your agency specialises in." You wore a knowing smirk as you responded, turning to him with an expectant look.

"Whatever, call it keeping up with an old friend then." He darted his crimson gaze from you instantly, you choosing to ignore the rosy flush of his cheekbones in favour of curiosity.

"Speaking of old friends, how is everyone?"

You spoke about your classmates, and how lives had changed whilst you prepared some refreshments. It surprised you how easy it was talking to him, just like it was all those years ago despite what his public image depicted. You’d silently decided that, if the offer of going to dinner together was still available, you’d like to go with him.

"Got a project for you, Deku got a new suit that'll allow him to get back into hero work. Reckon he'll hit the leaderboard soon so you should start drawing and get ahead of the trend."

"Thanks for the tip Katsuki. There's a nostalgia that comes with drawing people I went to school with."

"Have you drawn me since?" It was spoken with more meaning that previous, causing you to pause and tilt your head in thought.

"Why do you ask?"

"You've drawn nearly every pro on the top twenty roster, including some who've retired. I just wondered if you updated mine?"

"I've only sketched you, but now I've got my favourite muse in front of me again, I might reconsider."

"It'll be your masterpiece for sure." There was victorious note to his statement, and you couldn’t help but smile.

"Hah! You think so? My masterpiece is either Hawks or Icyhot - his two sides made for a dynamic painting." There was a cocky smirk on his face upon hearing you use the nickname he bestowed Todoroki with in U.A., but he spoke nothing of it.

"That's bullshit, neither are the masterpiece."

"Oh yeah? Then oh mighty pro, what do you think the greatest masterpiece in this studio is?" You outstretched your arm as a challenge, presenting a wall decorated with varying artistry crafted from your own fingertips.

Bakugō took them all in, like he hadn't already observed his surroundings, you glazing over them too no doubt deciding on which one you think he'd favour.

"You really are a dumbass."

You are, it's the one he just purchased because it's of him obviously, and you're a fool to think otherwise. Alas, you had to ask anyway.

"How so?"

"You're just looking at the artwork." Katsuki scoffed, folding his arms over his chest with a degree of nonchalance as he continued with little room for debate. "To me, the only thing worthy of 'masterpiece' in here, is you."

<—————————<<<<

———

That event became talk of the teachers, leading to everyone’s' class being a topic of conversation in the staffroom today.

"Don't worry. I think (L/n)-Sensei has the most wonderful class, they're a dream. Truly."

Your eye twitched, involuntarily of course, but you'd swore to accept compliments when they were heard.

Izuku flicked to you momentarily, as if already sensing something was off and attempted to ease whatever it may be with his characteristic kindness.

"Well that might not always be the case. Maybe (L/n) is that good of a teacher."

"Oh, that class are angels." Thirteen had claimed, having led their rescue classes, with much success.

That was the last straw, you'd spun with raised brow and exasperated tone to accompany it.

"Are you kidding? Angels?! They're feral little shits!"

"(Y/n)!"

"Not now Izuku, they are the definition of demon spawn heroes, a cluster of delinquent terrors even, so please trust I do something to create that 'delight' of a class." You sighed heavily as your colleagues found bemusement in your words despite not quite believing them.

"We know you do good work (L/n), raising the next generation of heroes ain't easy on no one." Vlad King agreed with a grin, the conversation then shifting to the hero course whilst you took a seat next to Deku.

"I think they'll make great heroes with your guidance." As always he radiated supporting positivity and you managed a worn smile whilst leaning back against the cushion.

"I just hope they can keep collateral damage to a minimum."

No one would have believed you except Nezu, and possibly Aizawa at a stretch. AllMight and Deku saw the best in everyone to ever conceive such a notion whilst other faculty members such as Vlad King and Snipe remained steadfast that you had one of the easier homeroom classes.

That hypothesis came to shocking experimentation when you were off sick however, struck down by flu in the dredges of winter. Alas, your wonderful colleagues gladly volunteered to cover in your absence. Except none lasted a damn day, and you'd had many a call and email begging for guidance and forgiveness. Also hoping for your prompt recovery.

You couldn't help but smirk. When you were on U.A. grounds they'd be behaved in any of their classes hence their 'flawless' reputation. Now, the staff realised the impact of your presence alone. Without it? Oh your class were having a free for all.

Then came a visit from Midoriya, a very personal one where he came to drop off supplies and warm food like he had every night you'd been ill so far.

"So I'm taking your class tomorrow (Y/n), I was wondering what material they respond best to." It was softly spoken when checking your temperature with his forehead against yours, and blush upon his features.

"I thought Vlad King was doing it?"

"Well um, after today he decided otherwise." Izuku sat back on the chair awkwardly, pushing a drink over the table to you. His answer somewhat pleasing.

"Oh did he now?"

But as requested, you gave him the best advice you could but even then you were unsure whether it'd be enough. Izuku thanked you and ensured he'd contact you if there were any issues like you'd asked.

———

Only you hadn't received a word.

Izuku didn't want to disturb your rest which is why he'd refrained from messaging throughout the day for advice, but when he arrived to your home that evening it all spilled from him.

How they'd been rather aggressive in practical training and hadn't listened throughout the day, how they threw insults at one another and arrived late.

"For tomorrow, how do I..." The man began incessantly mumbling a list of questions regarding each of your students, having learned a majority of their names and quirks in a single day.

"Wait wait, Izuku you're covering again?" This was somewhat intriguing considering the horror stories he'd just spun, similar to other teachers, yet he'd wanted to persevere for you.

"Yes! I'm not giving up (Y/n), no matter what they throw at me."

"Oh they won't be throwing anything.” You simply wouldn't allow someone as kind as Midoriya to suffer further for your sake.

"That sounded mildly threatening, is your throat getting worse?" Worriedly, he reached for honey and lemon tea from his bag, muttering how it was meant to sooth symptoms.

Such a good man, maybe this temperature was getting to you?

———

The following day, you'd heard the rowdy voices of your class echoing into the empty hallway, as well as Midoriya-Sensies' chiding pleas. In the beginning you'd regretted dragging yourself from bed purely to reprimand them but now? Not so much.

You'd slammed the door to your classroom open, sniffing harshly with the mask covering your face and scarf bundled around you.

"What are you all doing?!"

An eerie silence echoed, the quietest they'd been since you last walked out of the building before getting sick. The students were both shocked and afraid, for the first time looking to Deku with anything but mischief.

This was pure unadulterated pleading, they looked to him in desperate hope he'd save them.

From you.

"Oi you little delinquents, don't look to Midoriya-Sensei for help after you've treated him awfully whilst I've been gone."

"(L/n)-Sensei its oka—"

"I won't let him save you either. I've heard you've been decimating everyone this week - which is fine sure. But I draw the line at my favourite person!"

Oh how they wanted to dive into that topic further, but based on the sheer rage in your eyes, this wasn't a good time.

"Our grades are all high and all the work was completed! We-We just wanted you back (L/n)-Sensei."

"Don't you think I'd recover a lot quicker without all the stress you've been causing?!" Expectantly you awaited an answer from your litter of kicked puppies, the class of students in sync and sincere when they all spoke:

"...Yes Sensei."

"Great. You have practical training next right?" You'd turned your attention to Izuku, thus missing the instant mass of shaking heads and praying hands behind you.

"Uh... We..." You could practically hear them silently begging Izuku to tell you no, to tell you to go home and rest, but that was a fruitless dream. Especially when the man was still flustered by your previous claim.

"They do. I know their timetable. Let's go then, I'll kick all of your asses even though I'm half dead!"

"(L/n)-Sensei please!"

"Tch, you should've thought of the consequences before you decided to be menaces." You scanned each of them as they left the room to get change for hero training, yourself stepping to follow suit when careful finger grasped your wrist.

"Uh wait, (Y—(L/n)— you're my, um my favourite person too."

"Izuk—"

"But please get some rest! I don't want to be the reason you grow more ill because of doing this."

“Aha don’t worry, kicking their butts will cure me of something for sure.” You grinned, pulling the worried teacher along with you.

Naturally, you have them all a run for their money and earned Izuku a sincere apology in perfect military stance per your winning request.

———

It was more amusing in the aftermath, when your class were all heralds of victory during the sports festival and made sure the entire podium belonged under their jurisdiction. That any top place was secured by one of them (purely to spite the 2-A class). To their credit, they were all talented upcoming heroes and were incredibly smart and strategic to boot.

Truly they were a class to be in awe of even if they were chaos incarnate. They wanted to make you proud and showcase what they had learned, because deep down they cared about you too.

And reluctantly, Midoriya as well. Only by extension. Naturally they'd all asked if they could attend the wedding purely to fluster the hell out of him. You on the other hand deadpan told them the guest list had standards.

"I didn't believe you at first but... I've heard a few of our colleagues agree that your class can in fact be 'feral little shits'." Izuku proudly grinned, nudging your shoulder as you both watched the next event from over the balcony.

"Yeah, but they're my feral little shits."

"I know they're only teasing about the marriage thing, but would you be interested in going to a cafe together?"

"We do that all the time."

"I—I meant... um... y'know..."

A sudden interruption came from below, Kaito scheming with his hand placed firmly on the wall to pick up vibrations of your conversation.

"Hey hey! Say yes (L/n)-Sensei! You're being asked on a date!"

"Stay out of my business and prepare for your match, because if you lose I have a torturous training regime from Dynamight that you'll enjoy!" The threat was legit, Izuku had asked Kacchan for one on your behalf.

"Yeah yeah Sensei! I'll make sure you never have to use that!" With that, the brat saluted, his sound waves dissipating around him.

"Sorry about that. Anyway, I think it'll be nice, do you know any good places for dates?"

"You want to?"

"Yes Izuku, you’re my favourite person remember.”

Oddly enough, the cheering from everyone in your class directly after you'd agreed was certainly no coincidence...

<——————————<<<<

“You know what the worst part about all this is? You didn’t even introduce us to them. You just went and got married.” Kirishima chided, a valid contribution in his defence which seemed to resonate with everyone else too, as they nodded along solemnly.

“Your brain is almost as shitty as your hair.”

“I’m serious! What if they don’t like us, or what if they married you for the money? We could’ve helped figure out their intentions!”

Bakugō stared blankly the group, as if this whole conversation was some sort of elaborate joke they’d all concocted to piss him off.

Dumbly he looked to you, like you’d provide answers, then back to them as they all united in agreement with Kirishima. It was like training in the forest all over again where Izuku and Todoroki were arranging his safety.

That’s when it all clicked, and he couldn’t help the cackle of laughter that erupted from his lips - the rare sound loud enough to catch everyone off guard. Finally through ongoing giggles, had managed his revolutionary question.

“(Y/n)! Did you marry me for my money?!”

“No, smartass! I make my own money~” You offered a small smirk and shake of your head at his antics, the pair of you realising that though they knew Bakugō was married they didn’t realise it was to you.

“There, happy now?”

“Wait but (L/n) is…” Todoroki started, trailing off when turning his attention to you.

“Bakugō.” Izuku mentioned quietly with a pleased smile, Shōto tilting his head puzzled with Kirishima being the one to voice his confusion.

“Huh?”

“Bakugō (Y/n).” Katsuki proudly corrected, unparalleled victory upon his lips like he’d won the goddamn world.

“…”

Yet still, comprehending such a sudden newsflash left the room dead of chatter, so for those who might need further clarification Bakugō gladly reiterated his point.

“(Y/n) is my wife/husband/partner!”

Immediately Kaminari clumsily slid from the counter where he was previously flirting with you alongside a stammering of apologies and curses.

The others looked between the two of you like such a thing was a completely foreign concept. As if the two you hadn’t been dating for the past four years.

“You’re… joking… right?” Momo hesitantly inquired, Bakugō replying with renewed sincerity.

“I’m serious.”

“Oh so it’s like a friend marriage? Where if you don’t find anyone by a certain age you marry each other?” Uraraka tried, Mina nodding along like it explained everything whilst Jirou listened in thought.

“No.” It was said through gritted teeth, his tolerance near exasperated at this point. “It’s a real marriage, I… I am in love and shit. Have been for a fucking while.”

Just like that, Hell froze over. Pigs flew. The dead were raised. In basic terms, shock was a severe understatement.

“You’ve always been close friends though, sure you’re together often but you’ve never showed romantic affection! You don’t go home with each other, or post photos, or do normal couple things!” Denki justified on account of his shared time with you both, whilst you attempted to prove the existence of your relationship.

“We went on holiday together last year.”

“Yeah but friends do that all the time.” Sero dismissed it rather quickly, Bakugō taking his turn at an explanation.

“PDA would make me and you lot uncomfortable so I save that shit for when we’re alone.”

“That does make sense.” At least Iida saw reason.

“It would not! Seeing you all loved up would be so cute! Oh my goodness show us!” Mina excitedly chimed in, trying to urge Bakugō in your direction.

The blonde made a disappointed noise, one that said this is exactly what he’d aimed to avoid with the PDA thing.

“We stayed the night at each others’ places, and I’m certain we walked each other home quite often.” It was odd thinking back on the times you’d spent together, but really you two just clicked in a way that was natural. You never had to force the romantic attraction, it just happened.

“Yes, but that’s the manly thing to do. Making sure friends get home safe.”

He couldn’t take it anymore, he’d trudged over to your location, arm around your waist and linked his grip around your left wrist to tilt your wedding band toward them. The shimmer catching the light with Katsuki using it to prove a point when pulling you impossibly closer.

“(Y/n) is mine and I’m theirs! We don’t have to prove shit to you morons and we act the same as always, so just eat some food and drink like usual.”

“Actually, you should prove that you’re married - I think another wedding ceremony where we’re all invited?” His group of friends were quick to latch onto the idea, bouncing off one another and deciding who should officiate.

Meanwhile you had to restrain your laughter because there’d be even more chaos when they found out Izuku attended your wedding, but regardless Bakugō was quick to refuse their stupidity and teasing.

“Fuck off extras.”

Because yeah, when it came to his partner in life, everyone else was just an extra.

<——————————<<<<

"Hey, you guys do adoption here?" He’d addressed you with a nod, and a brief glance to the dog who greeted him as he did every entrant.

"Yes, are you looking for anything in particular?”

"A dog I guess, I was told companions are good therapy." It seemed as if he wasn’t invested in the idea, viewing it as more of an improvement to his well-being rather than companionship, but you didn’t know him well enough to decipher that.

"That is true, so what sort of dog are you looking for?"

"Big one. Born bred killer."

"..." What were you supposed to say to that? The blonde must’ve noticed too as he was quick to explain himself.

"Look, if some dumbass broke in I'd want it to be able to protect the place and scare intruders off."

“Then, what about this guy?” You nudged the dog forward with your leg, and despite the offended glare he offered, the canine trudged forward pridefully.

“No, doesn’t look scary enough.”

“Scary enough?! People won’t even— Okay Sir, feel free to take a look around. We get new additions every so often so you can come back if you aren’t satisfied.”

“I’ll do that.”

Just like that, the door clamped shut behind him, you could only offer a puzzled but irritated glance to your companion, who seemed to mirror your expression.

———

You didn’t expect him to return the following fortnight, this time sporting a vest and slacks. You were able to see his scars this time and after the last visit, it was no secret who he was. Dynamight was volatile, with vicious bite to match, but the fact he put his all into his hero work showed he had a good heart.

"You're still here, huh mutt?"

You completely forgot to greet him as a customer, and instead Dynamight had addressed your companion instead.

"Welcome back, and yes, people tend to assume the worst because of his looks and attitude."

"Know how that feels." This was oddly sincere from the fiery hero, the scruff behind the dogs' ear even more out of character for him. "Don't worry, when the right ones come along, you'll feel it."

"But you're a hero, don't people see how awesome you are every day?" Absentmindedly you’d spoken, more casually than expected, but he replied in equal measure (albeit with his blunt tone).

"I don't give a damn what others think as long as I can do my job."

"Well I'd be grateful if you saved me. I think it'd be cool."

"You're an idiot, stick to your day job." Brushing off the conversation likely out of embarrassment, he then surveyed the pens and aisles.

"So?"

"What? There’s still nothing here I want, and your mutt doesn't look too sharp so I'm leaving." Once more he went to exit.

"But..."

"I ain't adopting shit until I'm impressed." He stilled his frame at the door, looking back with something a little softer.

"And thanks."

It was unexpected to say the least, but somehow you were renewed with determination when turning to the dog beside you as per usual.

"We’ll show him, we're gonna teach you a bunch of tricks worthy of Dynamights' admiration!"

———

Training became routine, staying a little after your shift or utilising an empty shop and the canines’ already present intelligence, ready for the blondes’ inevitable future visit.

When he walked in this time, there was a hint of surprise due to your unnecessary (ridiculous) theatrics. You’d patted the empty counter, the dog hopping onto it with ease and awaited your commands.

“Behold, Dynamight Sir, the amazing smarts of this creature. Who is very much up for adoption by the way.”

“You’re an idiot.”

Despite the insult, he crossed his arms and watched regardless, even if his expression was beyond fed up.

• Sit

• Lie Down

• Shake

• Beg

• Speak

All of these were completed effortlessly and you’d praised the dog yourself before Dynamight had a chance.

“We did it! High five.”

The dog actually connected its paw with yours, the scene enough to elicit a smirk from the blonde which was quickly hidden.

"You're teaching this fleabag all sorts of shit, yet he hasn't even got a name."

"I've been calling him 'Dog' this whole time, I can't really give him a name since he's not mine." You shrugged hopelessly, smiling as the canine responded to its temporary namesake.

“Might as well call me Bakugō then, I ain’t putting Dynamight on adoption papers.”

“I’m (L/n)— You’ll adopt him?!”

“What? No, I’m still unsure.” With his stern words, the way you deflated was kind of endearing, but not enough to sway his decision.

The dog awkwardly and shakily did a little paw dance when attempting to jump down, uncertainty overtaking his body due to height and obstacles. Bakugō watched for a moment before scooping the giant fluff into his arms with a gentle hold contrasting his mannerisms and murmured comfort into its fur.

"Gotcha mutt, there you go." Carefully he'd placed Dog back on the ground, heavy tail hitting the counter with a loud thud due to excitement as Bakugō once again stood. "Yeah yeah."

So he can lift him too? Could this be any more perfect?! You just had to convince the adamant hero of this.

“You’ll come back, right Bakugō?”

“…Depends if you make it worth my while.” That wasn’t a decline.

“We’re gonna impress you more than anyone you’ve battled before.”

“I’ve fought in a fucking war.”

“Second best!” Immediately you’d corrected it, Dog barking in agreement.

“…Dumbasses.”

———

You received regular visits from the hero and grew to a stage of informality where you’d converse like friends. He’d even bought treats from the store and tossed them back to you, stating they were for Dog. Each time you’d have a new trick to demonstrate and each time he’d turn you down. The fact he kept returning was a good sign though, he wouldn’t do that if he wasn’t interested in Dog.

After two months of this, you’d concluded that your last trick had to be something so phenomenal that even the Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight couldn’t turn it down...

Like routine, he came, Dog performed his latest talent, and you awaited a verdict.

“I don’t—“

"WAIT! Just— you need to watch this." Briskly you cut him off, blocking his exit and standing beside him when calling Dog over.

"For fuc— fine."

"Thank you, now shout die."

"What?! I'm not gonna tell a mutt to—" Bakugō snapped to you quick enough to give him whiplash, such a deathly command said with unnerving calm.

"Do it!"

"Ugh, DIE!"

Instantly the dog flopped onto the floor, as still as death except from breathing, all whilst waiting for much anticipated approval.

You couldn't help the enamoured grin on your lips, whereas Dynamight remained silent with a neutral expression.

"..."

"I'll take him."

"What?" You shot to him this time.

"Yeah, this mutt isn't as dumb as I thought." He'd knelt down by this point, praising the beast with a trace of affection to his still rough voice.

Yet you didn’t move, this is what you’d been aiming for since Dynamight walked into the store months ago. Your colleagues had even teased you about it, that maybe he’d come to see you and Dog more than anything else considering he didn’t interact with any other workers or pets.

"But you always refuse."

"Eh?"

"You always decline, throw a petty insult, and come back next week. I thought it'd be like that, I didn't think you'd actually accept considering how much I pestered you about it." Even you were surprised about the emotion you’d conveyed, enough for Bakugō to stand once more.

"What's your problem? This is what you wanted right?"

"I mean, of course. It's my job." It had acted as a reminder and suddenly you were back to professional mode, even if it betrayed your warring feelings.

Crimson eyes analysed every inch of you, the way you were looking sorrowfully at the canine you’d clearly bonded with. All that time training together didn't account for nothing after all, every week you had a new trick to showcase to him, hoping he'd finally adopt the pup.

"You don't wanna give him up do you?"

"He'll be going to a good home so... it's a win." It was so forced, and you’d smiled happily like you’d sold this lie to him, except Katsuki was a tactician and noticed everything.

For the past few months he’d took the time to understand you, and this was not you being honest.

"Quit lying to yourself! I didn't ask if it was good, I asked what you wanted."

"I think I want to adopt him too. Or at the very least have him here with me." You’d confessed, stroking Dog who basked in your attention. You’d bonded with him on pure accident, all to impress Dynamight, and now all for naught.

"Tch. Then I'll guess I have to take both of you."

"What?!" Both yourself and Dog looked at him with pure shock evident on your features whilst Bakugō sarcastically brushed it off.

"Save the thanks. I'm a hero, it's my damn job."

"If you hadn't noticed, I'm not a dog." You posed a contrary justification, brow raised murderously.

"You certainly whined like a kicked pup a second ago."

"Shut up— that was— nevermind." You’d attempted to justify it, but he did have a small point, especially since you’d attempted to lie about it.

"You take the mutt, and I'll take you on a date."

“A date— you…” Admittedly, surprised was an understatement.

“You can say no.”

“No I wasn’t— I mean yes. That’d be nice, as long as you’re not mad about the dog thing.”

"I'm only gonna give up on that mongrel on one condition." Bakugō tilted his head like a challenge, conniving smirk ever present as he leaned toward you tauntingly.

"And what’s that?"

"You gotta call him Murder Dog Clawmight."

"..."

"If that's a refusal then you better get me the damn adoption papers." He held his hand out expectantly and seemed to be enjoying the glare you’d sent his way.

"I'm calling him ‘Dog’ for short." It was spoken as a compromise, even if you’d rather avoid the title Bakugō had mischievously proposed all together.

"I'll allow that, since you've been training him with that title up to now."

“Well, I should get those adoption papers for myself.” You’d sighed painfully, but you couldn’t help the truly excited smile gracing your features and nor could Katsuki.

“Let’s take ‘Dog’ on his first walk together after your shift, sound good?”

“Oh could we get a ball too?”

“No.”

“Please Bakugō, it’ll be fun!” You’d gladly enticed, the brightness you currently exuded seemed almost blinding, Dynamight simply couldn’t help but cave.

Maybe he wasn’t so immune to things he found cute after all.

“Tch alright, whatever you want (L/n).”

—BONUS—

It was a mistake, you hated your past self who was way too enthusiastic about a stupidly cute mutt, especially now. As you stood at the reception of the Veterinary to register the damn creature who was signed under your name. Black and orange spiked collar sitting prominent around his fluffy neck.

"Great, finally what is his name?"

"...Dog..."

"Sorry, I didn’t quite get that." The receptionist leaned a little closer, pen in hand with readiness.

"It's... Dog..."

There was a tough nudge to your arm, the most taunting form of arrogant 'encouragement' you would get. Because he was enjoying this. The smug smirk accompanying such a gesture only made you want to slap the handsome face of your boyfriend all the more.

"His name-” A sigh forced through gritted teeth. “-is Murder Dog ClawMight."

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"Yes! I did, because I wanted to say that I li-li—ke you." It started strong, his words dwindling in volume until you barely heard the last of it.

"Huh? Lilacs me?" You furrowed your brows in thought. "The local florist should sell them, I'll go with you if you want?”

"No - I mean I'll happily buy you flowers - but that's not what I meant..." Hinata grew more flustered, waving his hands desperately as if it’d reroute the path you were currently speeding down.

"I thought the lilacs were for someone?"

"For you! Because I like you (L/n)!" Ah, it all made much more sense now.

"..."

The boy opposite was quite literally holding his breath, chest puffed out in false confidence whilst awaiting your answer.

“Then, we should go on a date, right?”

“Thank you so much for hearing me out and I completely understand why someone as cool as you would already have someone, I just wanted to let you know how I felt so thanks again!” The rambling hit so hard you didn’t think you’d managed to catch all of it, not until he bowed incredibly deeply, face burning scarlet, and went to dart past you avoiding eye contact.

Meanwhile you stood dumbfounded, a confused quirk of a smile resting on your lips since you were currently bemused and speechless. You didn’t even move, nor fathom how to go after him after that spillage.

Less than a few seconds passed, and you heard the fastly approaching run before you saw it. Hinata appeared in front of you again, with revitalised energy but heavy on the shock.

“Wait - you said yes?!”

All you could do was slowly nod - Hinata taking your hands in his wearing a blinding grin.

“Awesome!”

———

Though he still couldn’t believe his luck (and neither could his teammates), you managed to go on that date together. The pair of you now sitting together in a cafe after your adventure through the local park. Hinata brought you both drinks, him very conscious of your reactions.

"How is it?"

"It's delicious! Here try some Hinata." Easily, you slid the beverage over to him, straw and all, oblivious to his hesitance.

"Thank— wait are you sure?"

"Of course, why?"

"But that's... that's an indirect kiss... I don't... I mean you..." Hinata tried to communicate to you out of consideration for your feelings on the matter, but in reality you hadn’t even paid that much attention to your actions.

"Huh? Sorry that was thoughtless of me, I didn't realise it'd bother you - I'll grab another straw so—"

"No it's fine! I'm fine if you're fine!"

His instant assurance was met with a quiet laugh as you sat back down opposite the cherry cheeked ginger who sheepishly took a sip despite his previous determined words.

"You're right (L/n), it's really good."

"We'll have to come here again sometime."

The two of you left the café and Hinata had offered to walk you home which you gladly accepted. With a soft smile you held out your hand, palm to the sky and the setting sun only illuminated your beauty.

It was then you felt his touch, far briefer than expected to the point it left you furrowing your brows with your puzzled gaze following his estatic figure as it skipped past you. In utter bewilderment you flicked to your hand again and then back to Hinata, who'd turned to wait for you wearing an electric grin.

"C'mon (L/n) - what are you waiting for?"

———

When you walked into Karasuno that morning, everything continued as usual as you chatted with your classmates.

"(L/N)! (L/NNN)!" The sudden call was followed by an equally startling slam of the door, opening and revealing a somewhat frazzled Hinata.

Darting eyes scanned the class, and upon finding you, Hinata raced over, bowing excessively before clasping your hands between his own.

"I'm so sorry, I'm an idiot! Please please continue to date me, you're too cool for me to mess up like that again—"

"Hinata, what are you talking about?"

By this point he had the whole classes' attention, even garnering some curious onlookers from the hallway whom he'd undoubtedly whizzed past in his quest to reach you.

"Yesterday you offered your hand to me!"

You awaited the follow up, the elaboration that’s no doubt be less dire that he believed.

"And instead of holding it, I high-fived it!"

"..."

There was restrained sniggering heard all around you, and although he was sincere you couldn't fight the bemused and embarrassed smile breaking out on your face either.

"Hinata, it's alright. I'm not mad, looking back it was quite funny."

"But..." Atill he remained apologetic and unconvinced of your reaction, he was genuinely distraught with himself.

"Trust me, it's okay. But if you're still dwelling on it, then you can think of a way to make it up to me on the next date."

"The next— you mean you'll go out with again?!" Once more his enthusiasm returned, your pretty sure he was holding back jumping for joy.

"Yeah.”

"I'll hold your hand the whole time! I won't let you go (L/n), I swear it!”

He kept his word too.

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It was only a mere thirty minutes before a knock interrupted your conversation, yourself getting up to answer.

"Hey, thanks for coming."

A tall blonde stood at the door, a neutral expression upon his features and a hint of mild sarcasm in his voice as he spoke.

"He sounded desperate, as much as I wish I could ignore him."

"I'm (L/n) (Y/n) by the way." You bowed, the man reflecting your action with a polite smile that immediately dropped when seeing Hinata.

"Tsukishima!"

"Tsukishima Kei, I went to school with shorty."

With formalities out of the way, the blonde expectantly looked at his former comrade with sceptism leading you to prompt the pair.

"So, you're checking his ankle?"

"Huh? I was called for an emergency he didn't explicitly say what." The blonde flicked to you with his answer whilst Hinata beaming so brightly, happily confirming your suspicions.

"Yeah, he works with bones."

Tsukishima stared at him blankly, the silence spanning longer than it intended to before his shattering illumination.

"...At a museum!"

You scanned the unimpressed historian whose deadpan expression was a mixture of both irritation and quiet bemusement. Before he could chastise Hinata you took that opportunity, hands held up as if halting his train of thought.

"Shōyō, instead of an orthopedist, you called a palaeontologist?!"

"Yup!"

"Palaeontology isn't even my speciality!" Kei cut in, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose, and Shōyō pushed further.

"You're a doctor though aren't you Tsukishima?"

"I have to study for— what are you laughing at?"

"I'm sorry, this is just too funny! I need a moment." Admittedly you couldn’t hold your laughter anymore, the whole situation too amusing to comprehend that even Tsukishima was finding difficultly not mirroring your smile.

"Tsuki Tsuki!" The interrupting call came in the form of an expressive teammate, the owl bounding over to his old friend with a gleeful smile that most definitely was not reciprocated.

"It gets worse..."

"Bokuto?" It was a greeting and acknowledgment in one, apparently Tsukishima grateful for the save, as the spiker came jogging over and enveloped you in a hug.

"Hey (Y/n)! So good to see you, thanks for the call earlier. I brought back up."

The backup was himself and a first aid kit, which after he’d let himself in, you weren’t going to refuse. Reluctantly yourself and Tsukishima checked the decoy over with a degree of knowledge between you, whilst the latest visitor went on a hunt for the perpetrator.

“Think it’s just agitated, no damage from what I can tell. For safety BW careful and get it checked by a professional when you can.”

“I agree, it’s been an hour and there’s only a little redness from impact.” You affirmed Tsukishimas’ observation and smiled at a newly invigorated Hinata who was already hopping over to his sport bag.

Suddenly a buzzing rung in your ear, a wisp of air and blur of auburn dashing past your periphal - the surprise sending you into Tsukishima beside you. Luckily, he caught you with ease, almost as effortless as Kōtarōs’ movement.

"It's just a cicada, all good." Bokuto calmly stated, as if he hadn't just performed with ninja-like skill and caught the flying demon.

You watched as he put it outside, slowly releasing your grip on Tsukishima with a meek apology.

"It's fine, it’s not the dumbest thing we’ve experienced today.” A smug look was directed to a pouting Hinata, Bokuto now voicing his own curiosities.

“Yeah why is Tsuki here anyway?”

"I called Tsukishima because getting into the doctors would take too long and he's really smart!" Hinata painfully explained, even though yourself and Bokuto still burst into fits of subdued giggles, whereas Tsuki took the chance at a playful dig.

“That explanation makes you sound less stupid at least.”

“Hey! Nevermind, c’mon we should head to training - you don’t mind locking up for me do yo (Y/n)? Thanks!”

You didn’t get the opportunity to answer as the pair of Jackals bolted out of the door without so much as a double take. It left you and Tsukishima staring at the door, then at each in awakened silence.

“Shall we rob the place?”

“Funny, I was going to propose the same.”

“Thanks for coming by the way, it was nice to meet you.” The two of you walked out of Hinatas’ home, with you locking the door.

“You too (Y/n). Would you like me to walk you home?”

“Sure.” It was mere few steps, Tsukishima regarding you quizzically before you offered a wicked grin. “Oh, we’re here.”

“Neighbours. I see.” He almost sounded disappointed, but in honesty you didn’t want the time to end either, and found yourself prolonging it.

“Well if I break my arm, you’re the first person I’ll call so thanks again.”

“Shut up, I’d only laugh.” He paused, small smile faltering slightly. “You don’t have my number do you?”

“Ah no, but y’know…”

“Then let’s exchange contacts, but I swear don’t you dare call for anything doctor related.” The pair of you traded details, despite his veiled bemused warning, you couldn’t help but enjoy the moment.

“Nothing about broken bones either!”

“Agreed. See you soon (L/n), come by the museum sometime and I’ll actually demonstrate some bone knowledge.”

“Can’t wait!”

Polite smiles, and wave goodbye exchanged, you reminded yourself to thank Hinata for his moment of uniqueness once he returned.

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