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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Burn Through The Fears .𖥔 ݁ ˖

☘︎ . . . genre. angst, drama, romance

☘︎ . . . pairings. bakugou x gn!reader

☘︎ . . . requested? yes by anon

⤿ Bakugou’s fear cost you both—now he’s fighting to win you back.

You hadn’t planned to walk away from Bakugou. Not like this. But when his walls were thicker than ever, and his fire only burned hotter to keep you at arm’s length, you felt like you were standing too close to an explosion with no shield.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, voice trembling. “I can’t do this if you won’t let me in.”

And just like that, you left — the silence between you heavier than any shout, the space once filled with his fierce energy now cold and empty.

Weeks passed. You tried to convince yourself that it was for the best, but every place you went, every quiet moment, echoed with the memory of him. The way his amber eyes would flash with passion when he talked about a mission, the way his tough exterior cracked just a little when you caught him off guard.

But the hardest part was knowing why it ended: because Bakugou was too scared to love you. Too scared to admit it even to himself.

One late afternoon, while you were walking home through a quiet park, you hear footsteps behind you — rapid, determined.

“Oi!” Bakugou’s voice is rough but urgent, his chest heaving as if he’d just run a marathon.

You stop, heart skipping. You hadn’t expected him. Didn’t want to hope.

“I… I’m an idiot,” he says, voice low but raw, eyes searching yours like he’s been looking for a way in.

You glance away, biting your lip.

“I was scared. Scared that if I let you in, I’d lose control. Scared that I’d get hurt or that I’d mess it up. But… I miss you. I miss us. And I hate that I pushed you away.”

His hands twitch, fists clenching at his sides.

“I want to try. I want to be better. Not just for you… but because you’re worth it.”

You look back at him, seeing the vulnerability beneath the tough façade — the man who’s been burning inside, afraid to show his true feelings, but willing to fight for you now.

“Bakugou,” you say softly, stepping closer.

He doesn’t hesitate this time. His hand reaches for yours, fingers wrapping around yours tightly — like he’s holding onto the chance he almost lost.

“Let’s burn through this fear together,” he whispers.

And for the first time in a long time, your heart answers back — ready to love him, with all the fire and all the scars.

☘︎ . . . genre. fluff

☘︎ . . . pairings. k.bakugou x fem!reader

⤿ YN pranks Bakugou by pretending he forgot a date he never planned.

YN stood in front of the bathroom mirror, curling her hair with precise flicks of the wrist, a mischievous sparkle in her eyes. She looked way too dressed up for a regular day at home — and that was exactly the point.

Right on cue, Bakugou walked past in his usual lazy-morning getup: low-slung pajama pants and a tank top, hair still wild from sleep. He paused at the doorway, blinking slowly like his brain was buffering.

“…Where are you going?” he asked, eyes narrowing slightly. “You look… all dressed up.”

YN turned to face him, flipping a perfect curl over her shoulder. “What do you mean where am I going? You mean where are we going.”

Bakugou stared at her. “Hah?”

She gave him a look. “Why are you still not ready?”

He squinted. “Ready for what?”

YN gasped like he just stepped on her soul. “You forgot?!”

Bakugou’s face immediately went into damage control mode. “NO—no. I would never. The hell kinda boyfriend do you think I am?!”

She tilted her head, arms crossed. “Mhm. You better not. You’re the one who planned it.”

He stiffened. “R-right.”

“So…” she stepped closer, raising a brow. “Where are we going then? Hm? What’s the plan? Tell me.”

Bakugou hesitated.

“Go ahead,” YN pushed, mock-sweet. “You planned it, right?”

There was a full three seconds of him staring at her, then:

“…I’m just gonna go change. I’ll be right back.”

YN exploded into laughter as he retreated to the bedroom like a man who’d just been cornered in an interrogation room.

Later, once he’d changed into something nice and they were already halfway to the café she suggested, he glanced sideways at her.

“…There was never a date planned, was there.”

“Nope.”

Bakugou grumbled under his breath, but he didn’t let go of her hand. “You’re evil.”

“You love it,” she sang.

“Tch. Unfortunately.”

And even though the date wasn’t real, the smile on his face definitely was.

☘︎ . . . genre. Fluff

☘︎ . . . pairings. Bakugou x reader

⤿ bakugou can fight anyone, even his own plush.

It was just past 1 a.m. when Bakugou trudged through the door of his shared apartment with you. His muscles ached from the mission, and his gauntlets still smelled faintly of smoke and singed villain uniform. All he wanted was to shower, crash in bed, and pull you close.

But when he stepped into the dimly lit bedroom, he froze.

There you were, curled up on your side, hugging—no, clinging—to a plushie. A familiar one.

It was a Dynamight plush. His merch. The one with the little scowl stitched on, spiky blonde hair, even a mini version of his hero costume. And you were snuggled into it like it was your boyfriend.

Bakugou scowled harder than usual.

“Seriously…?” he muttered under his breath. That’s what she cuddles when I’m gone? His left eye twitched.

After a quick, hot shower, he climbed into bed and reached for you, arms slipping around your waist—but instead of leaning into him, you stiffened and pushed him off with a sleepy grumble.

“Get off me.”

Bakugou blinked. “The hell?”

You sat up, eyes bleary but voice deadly serious. “Who do you think you are?” you said, lifting the plushie proudly. “You’re not my boyfriend.”

Bakugou’s jaw dropped.

“This is,” you declared, hugging the Dynamight plush dramatically and flopping back onto the pillow with it.

“The hell it is,” he growled, lunging for it.

“No! Don’t touch him!” you swatted at him as he tried to wrestle the plushie away, the two of you half-fighting, half-laughing in the dark.

Eventually, you passed back out mid-snuggle with the plush in your arms… but when morning came—

You sat up with a stretch and instinctively reached beside you.

“Wait… where’s Dynamight?” you asked, patting the blankets.

Bakugou, already dressed and sipping his coffee at the foot of the bed, shrugged without looking at you. “Dunno.”

You squinted at him. “You sure?”

He sipped louder. “Yup.”

Meanwhile, deep in the trash bin outside—buried beneath protein bar wrappers and yesterday’s news—Dynamight Plush lay face down in silent defeat.

Because Bakugou can fight villains, gods, fate itself…

And yes—he will fight his own merch if it dares steal his girl.

☘︎ . . . genre. fluff, comfort

☘︎ . . . pairings. bakugou x reader

⤿ bakugou likes to kiss yn’s moles.

⋆˚✿˖° j speaking . . .

— Since YN is a reader-insert and I obviously don’t know what your beautiful faces looks like, I’ll just be using my own moles as reference for this story! I hope you guys don’t mind that, enjoy reading!

Bakugou didn’t like PDA at least, that’s what he always said. Loudly. Grumpily. Repeatedly.

So why the hell did he keep pulling you into his lap the second you were alone in his room?

You raised an eyebrow as his hand slid up your jaw and tilted your head gently. “What’re you doing?” you asked, soft and amused.

“Tch. Shut up,” he muttered, and leaned in.

He kissed your cheek, right where the small mole sat near the top right. You blinked as he pulled back just barely, like he was checking something off a list.

“There’s one,” he said with quiet satisfaction.

You flushed. “Are you… counting them?”

“Damn right I am,” Bakugou grumbled, already nudging your head to the side with careful fingers. “You got one on your eyebrow too.”

He kissed the very end of your left eyebrow, where the tiny mole rested at the bottom edge. Then another at your right eyebrow — between your eye and the brow. A brief, lingering kiss. Like he wanted to memorize the shape of you with his mouth.

Your heart squeezed a little at the tenderness.

“You always do this,” you whispered.

He paused, eyes flicking to yours. “What? You don’t like it?”

“I do,” you admitted quickly, cheeks warm. “Just… didn’t think someone like you would be into stuff like this.”

Bakugou scoffed and dipped down to kiss the one on your jaw, just beneath your cheek. “Stuff like what?” he asked against your skin.

You shrugged. “Being so soft.”

He froze for half a second, then huffed. “Don’t go around tellin’ people I’m soft. I’ll kill you.”

You giggled. He kissed your left cheek, right in the center, where another small mole peeked from your skin like a star in a sea of smooth. This one, he lingered on.

“You don’t get it,” he muttered, voice lower now. “I like ‘em. All of ‘em.”

You tilted your head, surprised. “Why?”

He looked away, ears pink. “They’re part of you.”

You could’ve melted right then and there.

“I dunno. Just… Every one’s like a mark I get to remember. A spot I get to protect,” he added, rubbing the pad of his thumb gently under your jaw.

You blinked back the sudden sting of emotion in your eyes. “You’re really saying this, huh?”

“Shut up,” he mumbled again, but his arms tightened around you. “I like your face. I like your skin. I like you. So yeah — I kiss ‘em. You gonna stop me?”

You shook your head slowly, smiling. “Not a chance.”

“Good.” He leaned in again and whispered against your skin, “Think I missed one…”

You squeaked as he started peppering kisses again — your temple, your brow, the edge of your jaw. Some didn’t even have moles, but he wasn’t being scientific anymore. Just stubbornly affectionate.

You’d never imagined that the explosive, shouty Bakugou Katsuki would turn into this — someone who mapped your skin like a treasure chart, finding gold in every small mark the world gave you.

And honestly?

You were never gonna stop him.

☘︎ . . . genre. fluff

☘︎ . . . pairings. bakugou x gn!reader

⤿ Bakugou secretly carries your entire glam kit and handles every beauty emergency like it’s a battlefield mission.

there’s always that one guy who seems like he doesn’t care but somehow knows everything. yeah, bakugou is that guy—except he does it with the energy of a man who’d fight a god just to blend your contour better.

you once joked about forgetting your setting spray and this man deadass pulled out a travel-sized bottle like it was a weapon. from his cargo pants pocket. where was he keeping that? no idea. don’t ask. he sure doesn’t offer.

“what, you think i’d let you go on camera lookin’ like a powdered donut?”

rude. but also valid.

mascara smudging a little from laughing too hard? he’s already tapping the corner of your eye with a Q-tip he somehow had on him. like he’s been waiting for this. like he trained for this.

you try to mess with him sometimes.

“man, wish i had my brow pencil right now.”

without a beat, he grunts, “left inner pocket.”

you check. it’s there. sharpened. pristine. your shade.

how?

he doesn’t carry a bag. he doesn’t wear a bag. and yet—you once counted—he had four glosses, two mini palettes, a mini straightener, and a set of falsies on him.

“how are you carrying all this?” you whisper, suspicious.

he side-eyes you like you’re the weird one.

“don’t worry about it.”

he clicks your lash curler shut with precision.

and don’t even get started on the time you muttered, “i need a light for my tiktoks,” and he whipped out a foldable ring light from his hoodie pocket. he clipped it to your phone and said, “you’ve got 10 minutes. i’m timing you.”

if anyone asks, he’s “just prepared.”

but everyone knows—he’s got a sixth sense for your glam emergencies.

and he cares—a little too much for someone who grumbles every time you ask for help, then proceeds to give you a full 5-star beat.

you stopped carrying your own makeup bag after month two.

because now you just turn to your boyfriend and say,

“babe, you got the—”

“yeah. here.”

hand already outstretched.

☘︎ . . . genre. fluff

☘︎ . . . pairings. whipped!bakugou x reader

⤿ bakugou being whipped for yn.

“No, seriously,” Kaminari whispered, eyes wide as he peeked from the classroom door, “that’s not Bakugou. That’s a clone or somethin’. An alien. A Skrull.”

Kirishima squinted. “Nah, that’s him. I checked. But like… it’s weird, man. He smiled at YN today. SMILED. Like, not the scary smirk. A real one.”

“Bro. He handed them their water bottle. With both hands. Like, respectfully. Politely. Carefully.” Sero gasped, holding onto the wall for balance.

Bakugou, the human embodiment of an explosion, the guy who told toddlers to “grow a pair,” was whipped. And he didn’t even know it.

You, the unknowing (but also kind of knowing) object of Katsuki Bakugou’s rare affections, were the only one who didn’t flinch when he grunted at you. In fact, you’d just roll your eyes and say something like, “Dramatic much?”

And instead of blowing up, he’d just glare in silence… then go buy you a juice box like a little errand boy.

Today was no different, well, almost.

You tripped.

It was a normal hallway incident shoelace untied, maybe gravity was being petty but you hit the floor with a dramatic “oof!”

And like a k-drama main lead with trauma, Bakugou was SPRINTING.

Like, dead sprint. Full speed. Explosion-boosted and everything. Dude was at the other end of the hallway one second, and kneeling beside you the next, looking like he just saw you get stabbed or something.

“YN? You good?!” His hands hovered over your arms, not touching, unsure if he should help you sit up or call an ambulance or file a lawsuit against the floor.

You blinked. “It’s… I tripped.”

“You fell.”

“I’m fine, Katsuki”

“You could’ve hit your damn head! Your reflexes are ass stop smilin’, I’m bein’ serious!” He was red in the face now, eyes wild with panic but trying to cover it up with anger.

Around you, the hallway was silent. Kaminari had his phone halfway out like he was gonna record. Kirishima’s mouth was open. Midoriya looked like he wanted to say something but didn’t want to die.

You patted Bakugou’s arm. “Aww. You’re worried about me.”

He glared harder. “I’m not.”

“You sprinted like a drama lead catching their lover before they fall into traffic.”

“Shut the hell up.”

But then you stood up, dusted yourself off, and he was instantly watching you like you were made of glass.

“Your knee’s red.”

“It’s a scratch.”

“You’re gonna get infected and die, dumbass.”

You grinned.

And behind you, Sero whispered, “Yeah, nah. He’s done for.”

Bakugou, walking you to the dorms, completely silent.

You: “Thanks for the juice box earlier.”

Bakugou: “It’s nothin’.”

You: “You picked my favorite flavor.”

Bakugou: “Coincidence.”

You: “You also peeled the straw wrapper halfway for me.”

Bakugou: “…Shut up.”

You, smiling: “Whipped.”

Bakugou, grumbling: “Only for you, idiot.”

Reader (she/her and a little girly if possible🙏🏻) and Katsuki are on a date or shopping, and they both run into Katsuki's old "friends" from middle school. At first, Katsuki didn't recognize them at all (until it hit him who they even were 💀), and then they started small talk. Katsuki really didn't give a fuck, the poor guy just wanted to spend time with his girl. Until they saw Reader and started completely objectifying her with comments like, "And that's your play thing?", "She's pretty to look at" without even acknowledging her as a person. In the end, Katsuki stands up for Reader and reminds the guys where their place is.

I would be very happy and wish you a good night/day, drink enough water, and take care of yourself.🩷✨️😚

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Mine .𖥔 ݁ ˖

☘︎ . . . genre. fluff, slight angst

☘︎ . . . pairings. bakugou x fem!reader

☘︎ . . . requested? yes by anon

⤿ Katsuki Bakugou defends YN when his old friends objectify her during a shopping trip, showing them no one messes with what’s his.

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm glow over the bustling shopping street. Katsuki Bakugou was doing his best to keep his cool, but it wasn’t the heat that had him irritated. No, it was the fact that he was on a date with YN, his sunshine, the one person who could make him forget the world around him. She was everything soft and delicate, and he loved every bit of it.

“Hey, YN, do you think this would look good on me?” she asked, holding up a cute pink cardigan that seemed to make her eyes sparkle even more.

“Definitely,” he grumbled, his tone softening only because he could see how excited she was. Katsuki was never one for shopping he’d rather be training or blowing up the nearest target but anything to make her happy.

She smiled, holding the cardigan to her chest. “Okay, I’m getting it!” YN was a little girly, and he’d gotten used to it, even if it made him roll his eyes half the time.

As she skipped ahead to the register, Katsuki followed behind, hands in his pockets, his usual scowl in place. He wasn’t really paying attention to anything until a familiar voice broke through his thoughts.

“Bakugou?”

Katsuki’s head whipped around, eyes narrowing in confusion. Standing across from him were two guys, both grinning like they knew something he didn’t. It took a moment, and then it hit him. They were from his middle school.

“Shit… no way,” Katsuki muttered under his breath.

YN, still standing at the register, hadn’t noticed the encounter yet. Katsuki sighed, running a hand through his spiky blonde hair, clearly unimpressed. “What do you two want?” he grumbled, his gaze shifting to the two old “friends.”

The guys grinned, clearly surprised to see him. “We were just talking about how you turned into a big shot hero. Not bad, Bakugou,” one of them said.

“Yeah, real big shot,” the other chimed in, crossing his arms, his eyes scanning Katsuki’s face. “Didn’t expect you to be hangin’ around here, though. You always hated places like this.”

Katsuki just shrugged, uninterested. “I’m here with my girl. Don’t have time for your shit.”

The guys exchanged amused looks, their eyes flicking over to YN, who was chatting with the cashier, completely oblivious to the conversation.

“Is that your play thing?” one of the guys asked with a smirk, his voice dripping with condescension. “She’s pretty to look at, I’ll give her that.”

Katsuki’s blood began to boil, but he kept his posture relaxed, trying not to snap in front of YN. But the way they were talking about her? It made his skin crawl.

“She’s not a ’play thing,’” Katsuki bit out, his voice low and dangerous.

The other guy leaned in, clearly trying to get a rise out of him. “C’mon, she’s cute. She’s gotta be a fun little distraction for you, right? You always were the type to get bored quick.”

Katsuki’s hands clenched into fists, his patience wearing thin. This wasn’t middle school anymore. YN was his no one talked about her like that.

“Listen up, assholes,” Katsuki’s voice was suddenly sharp, his usual scowl back in full force. “You don’t get to talk about her like that. She’s not some object for you to ogle or make jokes about. She’s a person. And I won’t tolerate any shit from you two.”

The guys blinked, clearly taken aback by the intensity in his voice. “Whoa, calm down, Bakugou. We were just messin’ around,” one of them stammered.

Katsuki stepped closer, his towering presence making the guys take a step back. “You wanna mess around? Fine, but not when it’s about her. You’ve got your place, and that’s not it.”

YN finally turned around, the confusion clear on her face when she saw the tension between them. “Katsuki?” she asked, her voice soft and uncertain.

Katsuki’s expression softened the moment he turned to look at her. “Don’t worry, babe. These idiots are just trying to get under my skin.” He shot the guys one last glare. “And trust me, they’re not worth your time.”

YN frowned, her lips pursed. “I don’t like when people talk about me like that,” she murmured.

Katsuki reached out and gently took her hand, his thumb brushing over her soft skin. “They won’t anymore,” he promised, his voice low and firm.

The guys, now realizing they’d pushed their luck too far, muttered a quick apology and scurried off, clearly aware that they’d crossed a line.

Katsuki watched them go, his face hard, before he turned to YN. His fierce expression softened, and for a moment, it was just him and her.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his tone much softer now.

YN smiled up at him, her eyes glowing with affection. “Yeah, I’m fine. I just hate when people treat me like I’m not… well, me.”

Katsuki nodded, pulling her close. “No one will ever treat you like that again. You’re mine, and that means no one messes with you. Got it?”

YN’s heart skipped a beat at his words. “Got it,” she replied, resting her head on his shoulder.

And as they walked off down the street, Katsuki’s arm securely around her, he couldn’t help but feel proud. Not just because he’d stood up for her, but because she was the one person who truly made him feel something real, something that mattered.

And he’d be damned if anyone ever tried to take that away.

Can I request bakugo x reader where reader always wears glasses. Then one day they either lose or broke it so they have to navigate the school completely blurry because of poor eyesight,like full on tripping and bumping onto something/someone. And then Bakugo just guides them throughout the school to buy a new one. Also it would be a great time for bakugo to really look into the readers eyes without the glasses 😝😝

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Through blurry eyes .𖥔 ݁ ˖

☘︎ . . . genre. fluff

☘︎ . . . pairings. bakugou x reader

☘︎ . . . requested? yes by anon

⤿ yn loses their glasses, and bakugou helps them navigate school.

It was a typical morning at U.A. High, and you were already running late, as usual. You rushed through your dorm room, stumbling around in your half-dazed state, trying to find your glasses. Your hands swept across the desk, the bed, and under your pillows, but they were nowhere to be found.

“Damn it!” you muttered under your breath, panic creeping into your voice. You needed your glasses, especially since your eyesight was awful without them. It was like looking at the world through a foggy window, everything just a blur of colors and shapes. You weren’t blind, but it sure felt like it.

You grabbed your bag and rushed out, hoping you could make it through the school day. But of course, fate had other plans.

The moment you stepped out of your dorm and into the hall, the entire world felt like a giant blur. You squinted, trying to make out anything in front of you, but everything was just a confusing swirl. You kept walking forward, but it was like you were walking through a haze, bumping into walls, desks, and.. oh, no someone’s foot.

“Watch where you’re going, idiot!” a familiar voice yelled.

You winced, recognizing the voice immediately. It was Bakugou, of course. You blinked, hoping your blurry vision would clear for a moment, but it didn’t.

You mumbled an apology, but Bakugou wasn’t having it. “You okay, dumbass? You look like you’re about to trip over your own feet.”

“Yeah, I… uh, I can’t find my glasses,” you admitted sheepishly, feeling embarrassed. “I can’t really see anything.”

Bakugou scowled, but it was more out of concern than annoyance. “Damn it, you really can’t do anything without those things, huh?”

You offered a weak shrug. “I guess so…”

Bakugou let out a frustrated sigh. “Whatever, just follow me.”

Before you could protest, you felt his hand grab yours, pulling you along. You couldn’t see his face clearly, but the way he was guiding you through the hallways was… different. His usual fiery, aggressive demeanor had softened, and you couldn’t help but notice how gentle his grip was.

“Come on, we’re going to get you new glasses,” he said, his voice softer than usual.

You stumbled behind him, still unsure of where you were going, but Bakugou was surprisingly careful with you. He didn’t let you crash into anything again, leading you through the halls and down the stairs. His hand remained securely in yours as if he was determined to get you to safety.

As you approached the school store, you were still squinting and struggling to make sense of anything, but Bakugou was there, every step of the way. He helped you through the door, guiding you to the section with new glasses.

When you stood there, looking at the frames in front of you, you noticed something different. Bakugou, the guy who usually had his guard up around everyone, was actually looking at you really looking at you. Without your glasses, your eyes were the only thing he could focus on.

You felt self-conscious under his gaze, but there was something in his eyes that made you feel warm. Maybe it was the way his sharp, intense eyes softened just a little. Maybe it was the way he wasn’t yelling at you for once.

After what felt like forever, Bakugou picked out a pair of frames for you, nodding in approval. “These ones will suit you, dumbass,” he grumbled, though there was a hint of something kind in his voice.

You blinked, suddenly feeling the weight of the moment. “Thanks, Bakugou.”

He just huffed, clearly trying to hide whatever softness was creeping into his expression. “Don’t mention it. Just make sure you don’t lose them again, alright?”

You smiled, feeling a little more at ease. “I won’t,” you promised, relieved that you could finally see clearly again.

As you left the store, Bakugou walked beside you, still not letting go of your hand. The world around you was clearer now, but there was something even clearer in your heart. Maybe it wasn’t just the glasses that helped you see everything differently.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Where do you think you’re going? .𖥔 ݁ ˖

☘︎ . . . genre. Fluff

☘︎ . . . pairings. bakugou x reader

☘︎ . . . requested? yes by anon

⤿ yn pranked bakugou all dressed up just to hnagout with the girls.

It was 11:37 PM.

The dorms were quiet lights dimmed, the halls calm. Most students had already gone to bed or were winding down for the night. Which made it the perfect time for a little prank.

You stood in front of the mirror, adjusting your outfit. A little too much perfume, a little extra lip gloss, and a dangerously cute dress that screamed “I have plans.” You looked like you were heading out on a secret date. But in reality?

You and the girls were just planning to hang out on the rooftop, eat snacks, and gossip under the stars. Still, the goal was to mess with a certain ash-blond hothead before you left.

You tiptoed down the hallway, heels clicking softly, pretending to check your phone like you were texting some mystery guy.

And right on cue, as you reached the lobby near the front entrance

“Oi.”

You flinched. Busted.

Bakugou stepped out from the shadows by the vending machine, arms crossed, eyes narrow.

His voice was low. “Where the hell do you think you’re going dressed like that?”

You blinked innocently. “Oh… just out.”

He squinted. “Out where?”

You gave him a casual shrug. “You know. Somewhere… fun.”

His jaw clenched. “With who?”

You paused dramatically. “Does it matter?”

Bakugou took a step closer, gaze dragging over your outfit. “The hell it doesn’t.”

You bit back a smile. “Relax, Bakugou. I’m just going out for a bit. It’s not like I have a curfew.”

“Yeah, but I know for damn sure Aizawa didn’t approve of this.” His eyes narrowed further. “You meeting some guy or something?”

You stared at him for a long beat, then finally cracked a smile. “Nope.”

He looked at you suspiciously. “Then?”

“I’m going to the roof. With the girls.” You pulled a bag of snacks from your purse and held it up like a trophy. “Gonna eat junk and talk about how pretty I am.”

Bakugou blinked.

“…You’re kidding.”

You grinned. “Gotcha.”

His nostrils flared as he processed what just happened. “You seriously dressed like that just to mess with me?”

You smirked, sauntering past him. “You looked jealous. It was cute.”

He turned, scoffing, but his ears were red. “I wasn’t jealous.”

“Sure.”

“You looked stupid.”

“Still cute though?”

“…Shut up.”

You laughed, opening the stairwell door to head up to the roof. But just before stepping through, you called over your shoulder:

“You could come too, y’know.”

Bakugou glanced at you.

You winked. “If you’re that worried.”

He looked away with a low grumble, but you caught the tiniest twitch of a smile.

He showed up on the roof five minutes later, mumbling about making sure no one died from eating too many chips. But he sat close beside you all night anyway.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Truth or Drink .𖥔 ݁ ˖

☘︎ . . . genre. fluff

☘︎ . . . pairings. bakugou x reader

☘︎ . . . requested? yes by anon

⤿ class 1-A decided to play truth or drink.

It started as a harmless game. A little Truth or Drink among Class 1-A in the common room, someone playing music off their phone, and a few borrowed drinks from the teachers’ stash (with Aizawa’s very tired permission and warning “Don’t be stupid.”)

You were curled up between Mina and Jirou on the couch, sipping your drink slowly, already nervous about what kind of chaos this game would bring.

“Alright!” Kaminari grinned, clearly too excited for drama. “YN, your turn!”

You groaned. “Okay, okay.”

“Out of all the guys in our class,” he said with the fakest innocent smile, “who would you have to date if you had no choice?”

The room collectively went “Ooooh,” and you were pretty sure even Bakugou glanced over from his seat on the floor, where he sat with his arms crossed, pretending not to care.

You blinked. Then reached for your cup and downed the drink in one go.

The group erupted in noise.

“No way!” Mina gasped. “You totally have someone in mind!”

“Why not answer?” Sero teased.

But you just shrugged and laughed it off. “Too dangerous of a question.”

The night carried on, the game continued, and eventually, the group split off. Kaminari challenged Kirishima to an arm-wrestling match, half the class migrated to the kitchen, and Bakugou disappeared probably to escape the noise.

You thought nothing of it until later, when it was just you, Mina, Jirou, and Uraraka left chatting in your room, lying across the beds and sharing candy.

Mina grinned at you. “Okay, now that it’s just us, who would you have picked? C’mon, girl talk.”

You hesitated, chewing on a gummy. Then you sighed. “I guess… Bakugou.”

There was a beat of silence.

Uraraka raised a brow. “Really?”

Jirou smiled. “Huh. I wouldn’t have guessed, but I kinda see it.”

You shrugged, cheeks a little warm. “He’s… intense, yeah. But he’s strong, and honest. I like that. Even if he’d probably explode if he heard me say it.”

What you didn’t know what none of you realized was that Bakugou was standing just outside the cracked door, arms full of the snacks he left behind earlier. He had paused when he heard his name, and now he stood frozen, completely still.

His ears were pink.

He dropped one of the chips.

“Shit.”

The girls turned to the door instantly.

You did too and locked eyes with him.

His eyes were wide for a split second. Then they narrowed like he was trying to hide something, mask it with his usual scowl. “You got crap taste,” he muttered as he stormed off down the hall.

Mina’s mouth fell open. “Wait… was he eavesdropping?!”

But you were frozen, heart pounding, eyes still on the door he had disappeared behind.

Because for a split second, right before he turned, you saw something different in his eyes.

Not anger.

Just surprise.

And maybe a little hope.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ You don’t treat her like that .𖥔 ݁ ˖

☘︎ . . . genre. hurt-comfort, angst, light fluff

☘︎ . . . pairings. husband!bakugou x wife!reader

☘︎ . . . requested? yes by anon

⤿ when Bakugou catches his son being disrespectful and pushing you, he steps in immediately reminding his family that no one mistreats the woman he loves.

The house was unusually quiet for a Saturday afternoon. You had let your son, Haru, sleep in longer than usual, thinking maybe he needed the rest. But the moment he got up, everything felt… off.

He was ten now old enough to talk back, to test boundaries. You knew that. But today, his tone was different. Sharp. Mean, even. And you had no idea what set it off.

“I said I didn’t want that for lunch!” Haru snapped, knocking the plate slightly off the table with a huff. It clattered, but didn’t break.

You blinked. “Haru,”

“I’m not hungry! Stop acting like you know everything!”

Your lips parted slightly. The words stung, but it was the next part that really hit.

As you reached for his hand to gently guide him away from the mess, Haru yanked back and pushed your arm not hard, but enough to make you stumble a bit. Enough to freeze the air in the room.

And then,

“What the hell did you just do?”

Katsuki’s voice cut through the silence like a blade.

You didn’t even hear him come in.

Katsuki stood in the doorway, jaw tight, eyes locked onto Haru like fire. You swore the entire temperature of the room shifted.

Haru shrank back, eyes widening. “I—I didn’t mean”

“You don’t ever put your hands on your mom. Ever.” Katsuki’s voice dropped lower, more dangerous now. “You talk to her like that again, you won’t be seeing your friends, your games, anything for a month. Do you understand me?”

Haru swallowed. “Yes.”

Katsuki didn’t stop glaring. “Do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir,” Haru said, quieter this time.

Katsuki let out a breath and turned to you. “You alright?” His voice softened instantly.

You nodded, rubbing your arm. “Yeah. Just surprised.”

Katsuki stepped closer, putting a hand on your shoulder. “No one treats you like that—not even our kid. I don’t care who it is.”

You could tell he meant it. It wasn’t just anger. It was protectiveness, the kind that never faded no matter how many years you were together.

He looked back at Haru. “Apologize. Properly.”

“I’m sorry, Mom,” Haru said, eyes downcast. “I didn’t mean to push you. Or yell. I was just… mad.”

“I get mad too,” Katsuki said, crossing his arms. “But you don’t take it out on the people who love you. You hear me?”

Haru nodded, ashamed now. He looked at you again. “I’m really sorry.”

You walked over and knelt to his level. “I forgive you. But we talk about things, okay? Not like that.”

He nodded and hugged you tight.

Katsuki watched, arms still crossed but the edge in his eyes slowly fading. When Haru ran upstairs to clean up, he finally relaxed.

He pulled you into his arms, holding you like someone afraid to ever see you hurt. “Next time he does that,” Katsuki muttered, “I’m grounding him until he’s twenty.”

You smiled softly into his chest. “Let’s just hope there’s no next time.”

“Damn right.”

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ You better get here, Katsuki! .𖥔 ݁ ˖

☘︎ . . . genre. fluff, giving birth

☘︎ . . . pairings. bakugou x fem!reader

☘︎ . . . requested? yes by anon

⤿ Bakugou sprints from a mission to the hospital after YN goes into labor, only to get yelled at through contractions for being late.

Katsuki Bakugou was on a mission. A quick one, supposedly low threat, in and out. No big deal.

Until his phone rang.

And it was Mina.

Screaming.

“KATSUKI SHE’S IN LABOR!!”

He froze mid-fight. “SHE’S WHAT?!”

“Water broke! She’s yelling at everyone! I’m driving her to the hospital now, YOU BETTER GET HERE FAST!”

He bolted.

Meanwhile, you were in the backseat of Mina’s car, gripping the door and yelling.

“WHERE IS HE?! I SWEAR TO GOD MINA IF HE MISSES THIS”

“He’s on his way! He’s probably flying or exploding or running with those weird loud feet of his!”

You groaned through another contraction. “I’M GOING TO DIVORCE HIM AND NAME THE BABY AFTER KIRISHIMA.”

Bakugou did explode-run. Straight to the hospital. He looked borderline unhinged by the time he burst into your room, hair a mess, shirt half tucked, hands slightly singed from his explosive sprint.

You were mid-contraction when you spotted him.

“YOU!”

“Hey”

“YOU TOOK YOUR SWEET TIME!”

“I RAN HERE FROM THREE CITIES OVER!”

“SHOULD’VE LEFT SOONER!”

He moved beside you and gripped your hand, completely unfazed by your death glare.

“Yell all you want, babe. I’m here now.”

You squeezed his hand with a strength that would make a grown man cry.

“YOU’RE NEVER TOUCHING ME AGAIN AFTER THIS, KATSUKI!”

“Yes, dear.”

“NEVER!”

“Got it.”

You screamed. He nodded. You cursed his name. He held your hand tighter.

And when it was all over, and the cries of your baby echoed in the room, you sobbed and clung to him.

“…You made it,” you whispered.

He kissed your forehead, eyes soft despite everything.

“Of course I did. You’d kill me if I didn’t.”

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Wait….. that happens?! .𖥔 ݁ ˖

☘︎ . . . genre. fluff

☘︎ . . . pairings. bakugou x fem!reader

☘︎ . . . requested? yes by anon

⤿ bakugou asking yn awkward questions.

It started with a TikTok trend.

Mina had dared Bakugou to try the “asking my girlfriend awkward questions” challenge. Of course, he scoffed and said, “That’s stupid.” But then he saw the look in your eyes, teasing, expectant, daring him back and well… maybe it wasn’t such a dumb idea.

So here you were, cuddled on the couch, phone recording as Bakugou awkwardly cleared his throat.

“Alright, I got questions,” he muttered, glaring at the phone like it personally offended him.

You giggled. “Fire away, Katsuki.”

“…So, uh. Period cramps. They actually hurt like that?”

You blinked. “Yeah. Imagine your insides trying to kill you once a month.”

His eyes widened. “What the f—seriously?!”

You laughed, watching him furrow his brows like he was preparing for battle.

“That’s not even the worst part,” you added casually. “There’s bloating, mood swings, cravings…”

“Cravings I get,” he mumbled. “You ate two whole pints of ice cream last week and cried watching a cat video.”

You swatted his arm. “Don’t expose me!”

He smirked, then hesitated before asking the next one. “…Is it true you just, like, randomly bleed? Even in your sleep?”

You nodded. “Yeah. It’s like a horror movie, but less fun.”

Bakugou looked genuinely horrified. “And y’all just… deal with it?”

You shrugged. “Yeah. We kinda have to.”

There was a pause. Then he muttered under his breath, “You’re all tough as hell.”

You blinked. “What was that?”

“I said you’re badass, alright?” he snapped, cheeks just a little red. “Having to go through all that every month? Shit’s brutal.”

You grinned and leaned into him. “Aww, is that sympathy from the great Bakugou Katsuki?”

“Shut up,” he grumbled, wrapping an arm around you. “…But yeah. I didn’t know it was that bad. You ever need anything, just tell me, alright?”

You smiled, heart full. “Thanks, Katsuki. You’re the sweetest.”

He scoffed. “Don’t tell the others.”

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ The way you look at me .𖥔 ݁ ˖

☘︎ . . . genre. Fluff

☘︎ . . . pairings. bakugou x fem!reader

⤿ yn always hid her eyes with contacts.

YN had always worn colored contacts.

Ever since she was a kid, people would stare when they saw her eyes one deep brown, the other bright blue. Some thought it looked cool, others whispered “weird” when they passed by. Over time, she decided it was easier to blend in. Two brown contacts, simple as that.

At U.A., it was easy to keep the secret. No one questioned it, not even Bakugou Katsuki who had a habit of watching her just a little too long when he thought no one noticed.

Until the day she ran out of contacts.

She thought she could avoid everyone by sneaking into class late and keeping her head low, but of course, Bakugou was the one who noticed. The sharp pause in his steps when he looked at her said everything.

“Oi… what the hell?” he muttered, frowning as he tilted his head, studying her face like something was off. “Your eyes—”

“Don’t,” she cut him off, instantly looking away.

He didn’t finish his sentence. Didn’t tease or laugh. Just… stared. Quiet.

The day went on, and YN avoided him like the plague. But when class ended, she found him waiting by the door. Arms crossed, eyes unreadable.

“Why do you hide it?” he asked bluntly.

She blinked. “What?”

“Your eyes,” he said. “They’re cool.”

She laughed, awkward and defensive. “Cool? They’re weird.”

“They’re you,” he said simply. “And I like looking at them.”

That stopped her heart for a second.

Bakugou rubbed the back of his neck, eyes darting to the side. “I mean..whatever. I just think you don’t need to hide them. They’re… unique. You’re unique.”

And with that, he walked off—leaving her standing there with wide eyes and red cheeks, feeling like maybe, just maybe, she wouldn’t put those contacts in tomorrow.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Stay with me tonight .𖥔 ݁ ˖

☘︎ . . . genre. comfort, confession

☘︎ . . . pairings. bakugou x fem!reader

☘︎ . . . requested? yes by anon

⤿ bakugou gets drunk after izuku rejected his offer to join his agency and yn is there to comfort him.

The bar was loud, but Bakugou’s world felt quiet.

He sat slumped at the corner table, half-empty glass in hand, jaw clenched and eyes distant. Izuku had rejected his offer—again. Said he respected him, but their paths were too different. It felt like a punch he hadn’t seen coming.

You found him like that. Shoulders tense, hair messier than usual, the bitter smell of alcohol lingering in the air.

“Katsuki,” you said gently, sliding into the seat beside him, “this is your third drink.”

He didn’t look at you. Just muttered, “So what?”

You reached over and quietly took the glass from his hand. “So I’m cutting you off.”

Finally, his eyes met yours sharp but tired. “You think I’m weak now too?”

Your heart cracked a little. “No. I think you’re hurting.”

Silence. His hand flexed on the table.

“I’m not good with rejection,” he muttered, voice low. “Especially not from him.”

You nodded, understanding. “You poured your heart into building that agency. It sucks. But this doesn’t mean you failed.”

He looked at you, something raw in his eyes.

You stood and offered your hand. “Come on. Let’s get you home.”

Back at his apartment, you made him drink water, eat crackers, and lie on the couch while you grabbed a blanket. He watched you the whole time, eyes softening with every quiet gesture.

“You didn’t have to come tonight,” he said suddenly, voice husky. “But you did.”

You smiled, tucking the blanket around him. “Of course I did. I always will.”

He sat up slowly, the blanket falling to his waist. “You always do that. Take care of me even when I’m a pain in the ass.”

You laughed. “Well, I did sign up for it.”

He stared at you like he was seeing you for the first time. Then quietly, carefully, he whispered, “I think I’m in love with you.”

Your breath caught.

“And not just tonight. It’s been building up for a while,” he added, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “I just… I didn’t know how to say it.”

You walked back toward him, heart racing, and knelt in front of the couch. “Then say it again.”

Bakugou’s voice dropped to a whisper. “I love you.”

You smiled, eyes warm, and leaned in to press your forehead to his. “I love you too.”

And when his lips met yours gentle, warm, and so full of emotion, it felt like everything had finally fallen into place.