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: nerd!tetsuro kuroo x popular!reader

synopsis: other than being the captain of the volleyball team, tetsuro kuroo was a total nerd, a total nerd crushing on a girl totally out of his league! meanwhile, this girl, reader had absoluty zero intrest in him, or at least that's what it looked from outside

content: mdi — nerd!tetsuro kuroo, popular!reader, sweet interactions, pure fluff, fliratious behavior, somewhat mean!reader

wc: 1.6k

anyone who spoke to tetsuro kuroo for more than two seconds knows that other than being a 6’2 volleyball pro— he was also a huge nerd, especially when it came to chemistry. he took honors chem last year, and now he is in ap chem, and a stem club. 

 that ap chem class, and stem club, is where he met the sweetest, and by far most gorgeous, stunning girl he’d ever seen on the face of this planet— reader— she was totally his type. 

 so, kuroo being kuroo, he started flirting with this girl relentlessly after finding out she didn’t have a boyfriend or a significant other. though he was somewhat of a stereotypical nerd, he’s proven to be quite the flirt, and quite charismatic as well. still, despite his efforts, this beautiful, as well as way too out of his league girl, has not fallen for him just yet. kuroo's convinced she’s playing hard to get, kenma thinks he should let it go. but, along with being charming, he was also persistent. 

 “hey, reader,” kuroo called out as he stumbled out of the stem club, quickly catching up to reader, who was walking a few feet ahead, her bag slung over her shoulder as she stared down at her phone.

 she lifted her head and turned to look at kuroo, hearing scurried footsteps approaching her from behind. a deep sigh escaped her glossed lips as she stuffed her phone into the pocket of her blazer. “what’s up, kuroo?” reader asks in somewhat of an exasperated tone— it was clear she was already tired of non-stop, flirting behavior.

 “ah, c’mon, gorgeous, stop actin’ like you hate talking to me so much.” he chuckled quietly as he gently nudged her shoulder, starting to walk in sync beside her. “if you hated me so much you would’ve cursed me out by now..” he adds in a teasing tone, his head tilting in her direction.

 “... ‘m just polite— i don’t like ya.” 

 “mmhm! sure ya dont, beautiful…” he reaches out and snatches her bag from her, yanking the leather strap over his arm to rest it on his shoulder. he didn’t care for the weight, he was strong, and he didn’t mind the frilly, quite feminine, keychains hanging off the side either— he just wanted to carry her bag for her. 

 reader was used to his quote on quote, chivalrous, behavior by now, so she let him. what does it matter if the physical weight on her shoulder is lifted for a few minutes? not like she’s admitting she has any romantic feelings for the guy…

 “anyways, you headed home or stopped by somewhere first?” kuroo questioned with a light-hearted sigh as they descended the stairs, arriving on the first floor.

 “i wanted to stop by the convenience store down the street.” she mutters, whipping her phone out to type something out— send a few texts or something. she was decently popular so it didn’t exactly surprise kuroo that she was shooting off a new text every two seconds. 

 “sounds good.” he hums in understanding, continuing to walk beside her. “let’s go then, i’ll walk ya.” he offers, though it sounds more like a statement. 

 “you’re far too desperate for your own good, you know that, right?” she comments bluntly, not looking up from her phone as she insults him so easily.

 kuroo barks out a laugh, shaking his head in amusement as they leave the school building, cold air brushing against their skin. she wasn’t a mean person by any means, and kuroo knew that— he also knew that he was probably irritating her quite a bit at this point. he didn’t even mind her insults. he never took anything she said to heart. 

 “what kinds of snacks do you want to get?” he asks as they start to walk down the street, his hand coming up to rub the back of his neck.

 “i ran out of these spicy chips i eat at home— and i wanted some peach iced tea too.” reader explains, finally putting her phone away for good to give kuroo her full attention. he perked up like a dog when her eyes met his for the first time this whole day.

 even sharing a class, a lunch period, and an afterschool club, she barely looked in his direction— even though she was aware of his feelings…

 their relationship dynamic, if you could call it that, was quite strange. tetsuro's feelings were quite clear to everyone, including reader, yet she refused to acknowledge them out loud— not to herself, or her friends. they would often ask why she voluntarily hung around him if it was clear that he liked her. she never had an answer for them.

 she didn’t even have an answer for herself either. why did she let him hang around her so often? she didn’t need him to accompany her to this shop, and she didn’t need him to carry her bag, or walk her home— but she let him anyway…

 “you want some sour candy too?” he asks as they enter the convenience store.

 “mmm…” reader hums in consideration, thinking for a moment before nodding. “yeah. those sour watermelon candies. they should have some here..” she creeps to the back of the store, searching around for the three food items she had come here for.

 kuroo quietly lingers behind her while she picks out two bags of spicy chips, a bottle of iced peach tea, and the sour watermelon gummies he reminded her of.

 after a few minutes of wandering around the store, they found their way to the cash register. kuroo pulled his wallet out of his bag before reader could even turn towards her bag. he didn’t need to pay, but he wanted to— you know, to be a gentleman, and all that crap…

 “don’t you have any other girls you might be interested in?” reader questions with a deep sigh as they leave the convenience store and start to head in the direction of her neighborhood.

 “nah, just you.” he confesses with a matter-of-a-fact shrug, adjusting his grip on her bag. he was now holding his school bag, her school bag, and the plastic bag of snacks they received from the convenience store.

 “don’t you think pursuing someone who doesn’t reciprocate your feelings is kind of useless?” she murmurs, her head tilting slightly to the side as she stares up at him.

 “nah.” he repeats, shaking his head again.

 “even if you don’t feel the same way, that doesn’t affect how much i care about you.” he states bluntly, as if what he was saying was completely normal, and not a top-tier confession from a teenage boy. 

 though reader had quite the sea of admirers, she hadn’t ever had a boy speak about his feelings for her so bluntly before. she’d never had someone feel so… confident to care about her, not like kuroo.

 a light flush appeared on her cheeks as they continued to walk toward her house. she looks down at the floor, avoiding his gaze while also making sure he couldn’t see the gentle blush that had now tainted most of her face.

 within a few minutes, they come to a stop, now in the middle of a basic suburban neighborhood, in front of reader's house. 

 “thanks, tetsuro.” reader mutters, taking her bags back from him before turning toward her front door. he lets her take the bags with no comment, but he pauses when he realizes that she had addressed him by his first name.

 “y-yeah, no problem—” tetsuro quickly clears his throat, turning his body to her, his gaze quickly finding hers. “have a good evening, aight, reader?” he calls out when she opens her front door.

 reader pauses, not moving for a brief second before she turns back around to face him once again, making eye contact again. both of them don’t speak for a few agonizingly long seconds, instead just staring at one another.

 “if you don’t have some stupid volleyball crap this saturday, you can take me out, alright?” reader calls out, the flush on her face returning, though she tried her best to keep her expression totally neutral. “like, on a date.” she clarifies after clearing her throat.

 he sputters, caught off guard by her sudden offer.

 she’d been so cold the whole day— not just the whole day but the last few months… and basically since she met him. why would she ask for a date out of nowhere like this? but he quickly snapped out of his own thoughts, realizing she was offering him a date, a real date! he didn’t think this would come so soon!

 “y-yeah!” he chirps in response, taking a large step forward out of excitement, unable to contain himself properly. “i don’t have anythin’ this saturday! i’ll swing by here at around 2 if that’s good for you?” 

 reader hesitates for a brief moment before nodding again, “mmhm, 2 is good for me.” she murmurs before walking into the house and slamming the door shut behind her.

 kuroo stands there for another few seconds, now just staring at the door as he finishes processing what just happened. then it clicks for him— he has a date… he has a date with the girl he’d been crushing on for months! 

 “hell yeah!” he exclaims in excitement, quickly pumping his fist into the air like an overexcited little kid who was just promised ice cream.

 but he couldn't bring himself to care about his childish behavior. all he could think about was how excited he was at the fact that he now had a confirmed date with reader. he knows he has to plan out the most jaw-dropping date ever too— he has to impress her!

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chapter 3: megumi fushiguro x reader

synopsis: megumi fushiguro runs into the classmate, reader, that he's been thinking about. he finds out through this run-in that they actually live quite near each other…

content: mdi — high school!megumi, fem!reader, sweet interactions, oblivious feelings, rom-com like romance, inspriation from romance anime, no curses au, modern age au

the morning sun rose slowly in the sky, painting the buildings in warm light. it was saturday– the first weekend now that school’s started. megumi fushiguro was on his way to the grocery store for his usual weekly stock-up. living mostly alone had him doing chores like this regularly, not that he minded too much.

 he kind of liked grocery shopping– being able to plan meals and pick out what kind of food he’d eat, plus the walk there was kind of nice. he got to listen to music while also going on a calm walk; what was there to complain about?

 fushiguro arrived at the store just ten or fifteen minutes later, the fluorescent lights replacing the warm ones that the sun provided. he squinted slightly before grabbing a shopping basket and heading down the aisle. he made a mental list the night prior, not wanting to forget anything, but now he was trying to remember what he didn’t want to forget. 

 tofu, salmon, jasmine rice, bell pepp–

 his thoughts are interrupted when someone slams into him, causing him to almost fall backward. an irritated scowl forms on his face, and he opens his mouth to snap at whatever moron bumped into him before he pauses. the hell? the supposed moron who bumped into him was reader– reader of all people. what was his luck?

 “reader?” he questions in a low murmur as he reaches up to rub his shoulder where she had slammed into. 

 “what?” reader snaps her head up, her eyes widening in recognition, “whoa! fushiguro? what’re you doing here?” she questions as she steps closer to him, a gentle smile on her face. 

 his expression softens just slightly, and he nods in acknowledgment. “yeah, it’s me– i’m here to buy groceries,” he states bluntly with a slight tilt of her head, earning a subtle irritated eye roll from reader. 

 “that isn’t what i meant, and you know it,” she reaches out to gently nudges his shoulder with her hand. “i mean, what are you doing at this grocery store? do you live around here?”

 he stares down at her for a second before nodding in confirmation. “yeah, i like like 10 minutes away..” he pauses, “.. what about you? you live around here?” he questions in a grumpy yet somehow gentle voice.

 reader matches his gentle expression with one of her own, nodding eagerly. “yeah! i live around just ten minutes from here, too. ah, that’s so cool,” she coos with an earnest voice. 

 fushiguro thought her reactions were rather cute– she seemed so excited over the simple fact that they might live somewhat near each other, though he himself was a little stoked that he had run into her this morning, and at the idea of her living nearby. 

 “hm, that’s strange, how have i never seen you around here before then?” he questions as he steps a little closer to her, his voice quieting so their conversation can become more intimate.

 reader doesn’t notice the changes, continuing to smile up at him. “i have no clue. i’ve lived near here since i was little– guess it’s just a coincidence we haven’t run into each other yet.”

 “anyways, would you like to shop together? i have some things to pick up and wouldn’t mind the company,” reader says with that same earnest voice. she sounded so thrilled to hang out with him outside of school– even though it was just grocery shopping. 

 megumi hesitates for a second, unsure if he wanted to hang around her more than he already had (he didn’t want to fall deeper into this confusing emotional hole he’d already dug himself into). though the look on her face was more than convincing enough for him. he felt like a moron for feeling so weak around a girl he’d met less than a week prior. 

 “yeah, i would like to– i wouldn’t mind the company,” he answers with a subtle smile, nodding in the direction of the aisle he needed to go down.

 they spend the next hour (closer to an hour and a half) shopping with one another.

 they browsed the aisles while aimlessly chatting about nothing in particular. they complained about their english class and how elementary-level the assignments were, and how the teacher talked far too much. they each spoke of their hobbies outside of school– the sports or extracurriculars they did after school, the things they were interested in, etc.

 fushiguro learned that she did track in the spring, which made sense with her stature. he also learned that she had many hobbies: how she painted on the weekends, the amount of manga she had on her shelves at home, and how she was trying to learn guitar.

 he was honestly kind of envious of her skills, her determination toward creativity. while he went on runs as well sometimes boxed, he didn’t do a sport like her or itadori, and he mostly studied when he was at home. he felt a bit lame if he was being honest.

 though reader seemed just as interested in his lack of hobbies as he was in her abundance of them. she asked questions about his homelife and his favorite manga, sharing her own favorites while also offering to let him borrow them sometime. jeez– this girl was sweeter than he expected.

 he’d never been around a girl who was so comfortable with his lame ass, and yet he wasn’t uncomfortable or anything like that around her– quite the opposite, actually. 

 the two of them continue conversing while piling items into their respective grocery baskets, going to check out at the end of that hour and a half, still chatting with one another. 

“so–” reader laughs quietly, turning to look up at fushiguro now that they’re standing outside the grocery store, two paper bags in both of their hands. he turns to her, raising an eyebrow in slight confusion to show that she’s got his attention.

 “you live near here then, right? which direction?” reader questions, “.. maybe we can walk together, at least for a little while.” 

 at her offer, megumi blanks– just silently staring down at her for a few seconds.

 he’s been doing this more often, and he hates it. why can’t he just answer her without having to stare for multiple agonizingly long seconds beforehand? moron, he thinks to himself, cursing at his stupid feelings under his breath.

 “oh–” he snaps out of his little trance when he hears her clear her throat. he quickly nods in agreement. “sorry, yeah. i live in that direction, do you? he questions as he points down the street. 

 reader follows his finger and then smiles, nodding as well. 

 “yeah, i do! awesome, let’s go then!” she gestures to him to follow her with a bright smile, already starting to walk in the direction that he pointed. meanwhile, fushiguro just huffs quietly, trailing behind her and then starting to walk a bit faster so he can catch up. 

 since they spoke so much in the store, they didn’t have much to talk about on the walk home, leaving a comfortable silence that fushiguro itched to fill. though he didn’t, unable to figure out what the hell to say to her. he couldn’t even think of a question to ask her! what the hell was wrong with him?!

 they walk together for around 15 minutes till reader comes to a stop in front of a small apartment building.

 “hm?” fushiguro turns to look at her. “what happened? why’d ya stop?” he questions with a slight tilt of his head. 

 reader meets his gaze as she points to the building. “this is my apartment,” she explains with a quiet laugh, somewhat confused at his question, as they said they were walking home together.

 fushiguro stares for a few seconds (like usual) and then turns his head to look at a quaint little two-story house just two buildings down– his quaint little two-story house.

 now what the fuck was his luck?

 the girl that he’s been sort of crushing on happens to live right beside him and goes to the same grocery store as him. this had to be some kind of joke– some sick crap the universe was playing on him. how had he never noticed her before? she definitely wasn’t invisible (that was an understatement).

 “i live right there,” he murmurs as he points to his house, not meeting her eyes.

 he couldn’t see, but reader's face lit up at the revelation that he lived right beside her. she’s never had a friend live so close! 

 “what?! that’s awesome!” she exclaimed as she jumped closer to him, now gawking at his house. “that’s such a coincidence! we sit beside each other in class, and we live next to each other!”

 while fushiguro found it less than amusing, her excitement made a small smile appear on his face (though it was so subtle it just looked like he just wasn’t scowling for once). he nods in agreement.

 “yeah, looks like it..” he chuckles as he reaches up to rub the back of his neck, still feeling kind of awkward. 

 reader laughs and nods as well, her excitement calming down. “anyways– i should get up to my apartment, i don’t want my ice cream to melt,” she comments with a giggle as she briefly raises one of the grocery bags.

 before he can even think about it, fushiguro is stepping forward, grabbing one of the paper bags from her, practically yanking it out of her hand. then, before he can react to what he just did, his mouth opens– his stupid mouth.

 “here, i can walk you up. these are really heavy,” he offers (or more like commands) in a quiet voice as he looks down at her.

 reader meets his gaze, her hand still held out like she was holding the bag that he had torn out of her hands. then she laughs and nods. he noticed she does that a lot– laughing. not that he minded. it was good that she was so giggly, meaning she was a happy person.

 he gives her a light (and awkward) smile before starting to walk with her into her apartment building. she lived on the third floor, which wasn’t too bad, though the building only had four floors.  it was a nice building too– even though he walked past it often, he’d never looked inside or anything like that. 

 “thank you,” reader murmurs as she places the grocery bags onto the floor beside the entrance. 

 fushiguro nods, now only holding his own grocery bags. though before he can turn to leave, she quickly interjects to stop him. 

 “ah– uh…” she pauses, realizing how loud she’d called out. “sorry, i was just wonderin’ if i could have your number? if you have a phone, that is.” 

 fushiguro is once again left staring at her like she grew a second head, trying to process what the hell she just said. he had dozens of questions running through his head as he figured out what to say– well, he knew what he was going to say, and it wasn’t no.

 did she really want to give him her number? did she give her number out often, or was this a one-time thing? was he special? no, probably not, but she did want his number out of all people.

 “yeah, i have a phone...” he reaches behind him to slip his phone out of his pocket, holding it out to her. he was just praying that she wouldn’t notice how shaky his hands were.

 she gently takes his phone from him, typing in her number, making sure to both create a contact and send herself a text from his phone so she’d have his number as well. when she’s done, she hands his phone back with a gentle smile.

 “i’ll see you on monday then, it was nice hanging out with you– and thanks for helping me bring my stuff up.” reader says with a small wave before closing the door. 

 fushiguro just stands there– staring at the closed door while gripping his phone a little too tightly. then he sighs deeply, sinking into a crouching position and placing his hands on his head (the second time he’s hit this pose by the way).

 “stupid moron, now you have to figure out what to text her..” he murmurs into his palms as he drags his hands down to cover his face.

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chapter 1: jealous!katsuki bakugo x oblivious!reader

synopsis: jealous!katsuki bakugo has started to realize that he has romantic feelings for one of his classmates, oblivious!reader, and just as he's coming to terms with his feelings, his friends find out about his infatuation as well…

content: mdi — third year timeline, canon universe, playful teasing, friendly banter, complicated feelings, introduction to main character

katsuki bakugo wasn’t one to dwell on his feelings— let alone romantic ones, though he rarely had those. at eighteen years old, he could count how many crushes he’s had his whole life using just one hand. 

 one. 

 how pathetic is that? 

 it’s clear he’s had other priorities— he still does. being the number one hero is still his main goal, that’s all he’s wanted since he was just five. but now? now it seems like besides wanting to be the number one hero, he also wants to pursue a certain classmate, romantically. 

 that classmate being none other than reader.

 he had known her since he started at u.a, having been sat near her since the first day of class. he didn’t pay much attention to her at first— well he didn’t pay much attention to anyone when he started high school, far too egotistical to focus on anyone but himself. but, over the years, especially with the war over, he started to notice everyone more often.

 he started to notice her more often.

 how intelligent she was, even more than he was if they were using test scores. how effectively she used her quirk, and how strong her quirk was at that— he didn’t praise others often for their quirks but he found reader particularly interesting (and that wasn’t just because he found her interesting, or at least that’s what he’s been telling himself)... 

 katuki could go on about how he found reader intriguing, and how he slowly developed feelings for her over the two and a half years they’ve been at u.a— but, it already took him far too long to admit how he felt to himself the first time around. he’s come a long way with understanding his feelings and coming to term with the various emotions he’s been bottling up for so long, but it still wasn’t the easiest process for him.

 he was always more of an actions speak louder than words guy anyways.

 right now, his actions consist of staring— constantly.

 katsuki sat in his seat, listening to present mic drone on about something with that painfully irritating voice of his. but, instead of looking up at the board and giving the lesson his undivided attention, he had his attention directed at the girl sitting two seats away. stupid kaminari’s fat head was in the way but if he leaned forward just a bit, he could get a decent view of her.

 he wasn’t creepy though! not by any means! his staring was never perverse or too intense, he just appreciated the look of her focused face as she jotted down notes, paying full attention even though this was just a filler lecture.

so that’s how bakugo stared at reader in class— but class wasn't the only place where he stared at her.

 it was much easier to stare during lunch as she was somewhat a part of his friend group, quote on quote.

 the group consisted of mina ashido, denki kaminari, hanta sero, kyoka jirou, eijiro kirishima and katsuki bakugo. they were his closest friends, beside izuku. reader was close friends with jirou so she often sat with the group at lunch, giving katsuki another chance to easily admire her, even talk to her a bit.

 he didn't strike up conversation often but when he did, it was mostly coming from concern, or care, that he covered up with a gruff voice and an uninterested tone. 

 “you've been eatin’ rice and pork for the past three days— are ya too lazy to cook anythin’ else?” he would ask her with a quiet scoff, observing her bento with narrowed eyes. reader looked up from her food at his comment, quickly shaking her head and reassuring him that she enjoyed the simple meal.

 katsuki wasn’t bothering her about her lunch cause he thought plain rice and pork was bad— it wasn’t a bad meal, just plain. he was just worried at the fact that she wouldn’t enjoy her lunch when it had been repeated so many days in a row. plus, if cooking was a problem, he could easily make her whatever meal he wanted. he was 3a’s best chef and wouldn’t hesitate to make reader her daily bentos if she wanted…

 but he’d never offer to just make her food. it would seem far too forward, and he didn’t want to make too many sudden moves and scare her off. staring and light conversation would do, for now at least.

 besides class, and during lunch, he also spent much time observing her when 3a had full-class mandatory training periods. her quirk and strength was what caught his eye in the first place, so why wouldn’t he enjoy watching her spar with classmates? it always amused him seeing her beat sero in hand-to-hand.

 katsuki stands off to the side, panting quietly as he leans back against the cool metal of the vending machine, catching his breath and taking a deep sip of water after an extensive sparring session with eijiro— who was standing beside him doing the same. as katsuki's breath steadied, the heaves of his chest starting to slow down, his eyes drifted to the side, finding reader. his head tilts slightly as he watches her spar, laughing quietly while she moves.

 eijiro, now finished with his bottle of water, quickly noticed katsuki's stare directed not at the ground but at someone else instead. when he follows his gaze and realizes that he’s staring at reader, a gentle grin quickly appears on his face. 

 bakugo is snapped out of his little trance when eijiro roughly elbows him in the ribs, making him jerk forward slightly. his head whips around to glare at the red-haired boy, but before he could open his mouth to yell at him, eijiro spoke up first.

 “you shouldn’t stare at her so much, you look creepy.” he comments bluntly, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. 

 katsuki's mouth snaps closed, the tips of his ears starting to turn pink from the embarrassment of being caught practically ogling a friend of theirs. “... ‘m not staring at her..” he grumbles a few seconds later, turning his head to look off to the side.

 “and ‘m all might.” his friend snaps back with a scoff not even a second later, making it clear that he didn’t believe the other boy for a second. “you’ve been staring at her a lot lately dude, anythin’ ya wanna tell me?” eijiro nudges katsuki in the ribs again, earning yet another irritated grumble from the blonde.

 “i don’t have anythin’ to tell you, moron— so just drop it, ok?” bakugo grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest, tucking his half-empty water bottle underneath his arm.

 “nope, quit deflecting. i know ya better than that man.” kirishima laughs quietly, swinging a heavy arm over his shoulders and yanking him a bit closer, trying to persuade him to open up. “now, do you have anythin’ to tell me?”

 two years ago, he would’ve started yelling, shoved his friend off of him and told him to mind his own business— but that wasn’t him anymore. the war, and his injuries, had really made his attitude far more subdued than it used to be. so instead of shouting and overreacting, he just let out a deep sigh, reaching up to scrub a calloused hand over his face, which was now lightly flushed.

 “i think ‘m jus’ kind of interested in her— reader, i mean..” katsuki confesses with a deep sigh, his shoulders slumping in defeat while eijiro’s whole expression lights up with excitement.

 “interested is an understatement!” he chuckles, yanking him even closer to his side so he can punch at his ribs, again. at this rate, katsuki was going to have bruises littering his chest. 

 “oi! quit that, will you!” katsuki finally squirms away from eijiro’s grip, gently shoving him off and straightening up. his eyes briefly find reader across the field before they focus back onto his friend— he just couldn’t help it, could he?

 “it’s not like ‘m in love with her.” he states bluntly, crossing his arms over his chest again. “i jus’ think she’s cool, that's all.” his gaze drifts across the training grounds, heading back to her like they were magnetized.  

 “she is cool. you two would make a good match.” eijiro comments with a gentle smile, his expression softening as he realizes that his friend was still a bit sensitive about his feelings.

 “who’s cool?” a third voice questioned.

 when the two boys turned, they saw another friend of theirs, mina ashido, approaching them with a curious expression, clearly wondering who and what they were talking about.

 “no one!” katsuki quickly spoke up, not wanting anyone other than kirishima to find out about his so-called interest in reader.

 “bakugo has a crush on reader.” eijiro announced casually, watching as katuki’s brows furrowed with irritation and mina’s expression lit up with pure joy. “i said it wasn’t a crush—” the blonde quickly tries to argue.

 “ah! this is so awesome!” mina chirps with excitement, leaping forward to grab katsuki's shoulders. “she’s the sweetest person ever! i mean, she’s way too nice for you, but i think you two would look cute together!” she smiles up at him.

 “wha- what do you mean she’s too nice for me?!” bakugo exclaims, “i’m like the nicest person ever!” he shouts, shaking his head. 

 “pfft— who’s the nicest person ever? cause it sure as hell isn’t you, bakubro.” kaminri chimes in as he also approaches the group, coming to a stop beside kirishima, both of them grinning down at bakugo as he tries to wrestle mina off of him.

 “we’re talking about how bakugo likes reader—” mina comments before bakugo screams, continuing to attempt to squirm away from her.

 “quit telling everyone my business!"

 by that evening, their whole friend group, plus izuku, knew about katsuki bakugo's interest, quote on quote, in reader. he wasn’t exactly happy about everyone knowing, but what could he do now other than grumble? the cat was out of the bag..

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chapter 2 : megumi fushiguro x reader

synopsis: it's megumi fushiguro's second day of junior year and he continues to interact with reader in their first period class. unbeknowst to him, feelings were starting to develop for the both of them— confusing feelings.

content: mdi — high school!megumi, fem!reader, sweet interactions, oblivious feelings, rom-com like romance, inspriation from romance anime, no curses au, modern age au

megumi fushiguro's eyes quickly flick in name’s direction when he enters first period that next morning, a quiet breath (maybe of relief) leaves his lips when he realizes she hadn’t decided to move seats. maybe he wasn’t as rude as he thought.

 he gives her a small nod of acknowledgment as he brushes past her to take his seat, his bag dropping to the floor.

 “morning,” he greets in a gruff voice, trying to be more social than yesterday– he didn’t want to give her the impression that he was a total hermit (not that he exactly cared what she thought of him, he was just taking itadori’s advice about being less introverted, 100%). 

 name looks at him and cracks a light smile in response to his greeting (and the fact that he seemed more friendly than yesterday). “hi fushiguro, good morning,” she replies with a little wave. 

 megumi was surprised that she had remembered his name, most people didn’t after only knowing him for a day, but he was subtly pleased with it. he wasn’t sure why, but the idea of her remembering his name– him– made him feel lighter than normal. 

 although his behavior was a tad bit friendlier (if you can say a polite greeting is considered friendlier), he still didn’t make an attempt to have a real conversation with her, even if he wanted to. he wasn’t sure why he wouldn’t just speak up and talk to her, even if he was sort of desperate too– he had been kind of thinking about her since yesterday. his mouth just wouldn’t open. 

 not in some creepy-desperate-preveted way, and he wasn’t like obsessed with her. he just felt different about her. he hadn’t reacted the way he had about a girl since he was like five years old, so that’s saying something.

 as the lesson starts, he turns his head to look over at her— taking in her reaction to what the teacher was saying, as well as he appearance for the day. she had styled her hair a bit different than yesterday, he noticed rather quickly, and she had different jewelry on too. the strict dress code rules of school often limited girls when it came to expressing themselves, making everyone appear sort of bland. not that she was bland, because she wasn’t. 

 after a few minutes of his staring, reader suddenly turned to look at him. he hadn’t been listening to what the teacher was saying so he wasn’t sure if there was an assignment or something like that, he just knew that he had been caught staring. 

 fushiguro whipped his head straight ahead, a light flush (mostly out of embarrassment) appearing on his face. “sorry,” he muttered into his palm as he propped his head up with his hand, his elbow on the desk.

 name laughs beside him, clearly not taking offense to his blatant gawking. instead, she found it rather cute, although that wasn’t said out loud. “no, it’s ok. i wanted to ask if you wanted to be my partner for the assignment.”

 megumi peers over at her, not moving the direction of his face, just his eyes. it looked like he was glaring at her instead. 

 “the assignment?” he looks over at the board and then back at name. “yeah, sure. i’ll be your partner,” he mumbles into his hand, his face still lightly flushed.

 the two of them take the rest of the period to work on the assignment, still not making much conversation with one another– though name seemed content in the silence, megumi not so much. he just felt awkward with the silence, which was a first since he usually preferred the silence, but with her, it was different. he felt like when he was with her he wanted that silence he usually craved to be filled by something– by her. it seemed everything was different with her. 

 he hated that.

 at the end of class, when the assignment was finished, both of them got up out of their seats (a little too quickly) and ended up bumping heads, name’s nose hitting megumi's chin hard enough to send her back stumbling a few steps.

 “ouch–” megumi grumbles as he reaches up to touch his chin before he realizes that name had hit her nose much harder, “crap. hey, are you ok?” he questioned as he hurriedly steps forward to grab her upper arm, steadying her. he didn’t even realize he was touching her, more worried that he accidentally hurt her. 

 “i didn’t mean to stand up that fast,” he explains as he looks down at her nose, making sure she wasn’t bleeding. he wouldn’t know how to feel if he accidentally made her bleed. 

 he wouldn’t exactly describe himself as a delinquent but his reputation of getting into fights had many people labeling him as one. though he wasn’t a violent guy, and he’d be beside himself if he accidentally hurt a girl.

 “i’m ok, i promise. it didn’t hurt that bad,” name says with a quiet laugh as she reaches up to touch her nose, making sure herself that her nose wasn’t bleeding. 

 megumi nods in understanding, his shoulders dropping when he relaxes, “yeah, yeah. that’s good.” 

 he then realizes that he was touching her– not just touching her, but holding onto her arm. what a moron. he didn’t even register it till she confirmed she was ok. fushiguro quickly jerks his hand back from her bicep like he’s been burnt, a scowl (and light blush) quickly appearing on his face. 

 “my bad, just wanted to make sure you didn’t fall,” he explains in a low voice as he slings his bag over his shoulder before then reaching up to rub the back of his neck– he felt like such a moron, this whole thing was just so awkward. 

 though name doesn’t seem to feel the same way. she laughs quietly (again) and shakes her head, dropping her hand from her nose to grab her own bag. “it’s totally fine, you just touched my arm.” 

 she slings her bag over her shoulder and then gives him one of those cute little waves she does before walking out of the room with the rest of the students, leaving megumi standing alone by his desk with that light blush on his cheeks. 

 “jeez.”

 he crouches down, tilting his head down so it’s between his knees, his hands coming to rest on top of his head. if anyone walked in right now, they’d assume he was hurt or something– he looked like he was about to collapse, or start crying.

 “...’m such a moron.”

 he scolds himself, his voice low as his eyes flutter shut. he starts silently recapping what had happened during the class period. she caught him staring at her (the fact he started staring was even worse), she asked him to partner with her for an assignment where they barely talked (awkward), and then he accidentally bumped into her and almost broke her stupid nose! despite the whole last hour being so confusing, as well as awkward (he’s never felt more like a teenager than now), he found himself continuing to blush, and he wasn’t sure if it was out of embarrassment anymore.

 “i’m so screwed.”

 while he didn’t know if the flush on his cheeks was from embarrassment or because he felt something for name, but he didn’t think he wanted to find out either. 

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: himbo!naruto uzumaki x nerd!reader

synopsis: himbo!naruto uzumaki skips class to go visit his girlfriend, nerd!reader

content: mdi — stupid boyfriend x smart girlfriend trope, high school aged characters, no jutsu au, modern age au

wc: 1.2k

it was safe to say that naruto uzumaki wasn’t exactly the most intelligent guy around, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have other perfectly amazingly redeemable qualities at his disposal! 

 while his brain wasn’t the biggest, his muscles sure were! years of going to the gym and lifting weights as a hobby has helped him acquire quite the exquisite physique— if he did say so himself! other than his spectacular biceps, and abs, and thighs, he was also told by numerous others (most girls) that he was the sweetest guy ever! all sunshine and rainbows in that painfully empty head of his. 

 so sure, he wasn’t smart, but he made up for that in other ways! not to mention, his beautifully brilliant girlfriend, reader, was perfectly smart enough for the both of them.

 others (naruto's friends) often wondered how such a clever (and objectively stunning) girl settled for naruto of all people, and naruto himself often wondered the same thing— though after dozens of kisses and multiple ‘i love yous’ throughout the first few weeks of dating had all of naruto's worries melting away for good! his friends also questioned how he felt so confident dating someone of such a superior intellect, but naruto couldn’t care less about how stupid he looked next to her— he looked quite stupid no matter who he stood next to anyways, so why not be next to a beautiful, loving girl at the same time?

 so that’s just what he did! 

 right now, reader was standing in the library, talking to a friend of hers. it was fifth period and she had a free period where she was a library assitant— managing book orders, organizing shelves, and helping other students with checking out books. 

 out of nowhere, mid-sentance, reader feels two beefy arms wrap around her waist from behind, a firm, familiar chest now pressed snugly against her back while a scruffy head of blonde hair comes into view. it was quite clear who had emerged seemingly out of thin air and was now latched onto her. if the spiky blonde hair didn’t make it obvious enough, reader recognized naruto's sturdy build from anywhere, especially when it was pressed against her like this.

 “baby, what’re ya doin’ out of class? i don’t think you’re supposed to be here…” reader questions in a low mutter, her hand reaching back to cup the top of his head, her fingers tangling into his unruly locks, starting to gently massage his scalp— just the way he liked it, she’s memorized it by now. 

 “mmmm… 'm supposed to be wherever you are!” naruto chirps quietly, nuzzling his face deeper into the crook of her neck, like a dog leaning into its owner’s touch. 

 “aren’t you supposed to be in math? mr. hatake doesn’t like it when his students skip to wander around the halls…” reader comments with a quiet laugh, her expression softening as she leans back further into his embrace. 

 “ehhh..” naruto shrugs, arms tightening a smidge around her waist, firmly anchoring her to his chest. “couldn’t bring myself to care all too much when ya smell so good… and feel so good…” he pressed his lips to her neck to pepper a few gentle kisses there. 

 “you shouldn’t skip class— especially not math. you aren’t doin’ that good in that class, sweetheart. you have to keep your priorities straight.” reader comments in a firm yet somewhat affectionate voice, scolding him yet unable to be too strict with the boy. 

 “you’re my priority, my beautiful girl..” naruto grumbles, continuing to pepper gentle kisses all over the column of her throat between words.

 at this point, the friend that reader had been talking too— temari— had long walked off, going to organize shelves, or at least pretend to, just to avoid watching naruto cling to his girlfriend, whining about how attractive she is and how much he loves her, which is most of what he talks to her about…

 “my sweet, smart girlfriend…” his hands slide down to grip her hips, starting to turn her around so he could instead pepper kisses on her face instead of her throat. one kiss on her forehead, then a few on each of her cheeks, then her nose, and the cycle repeats. “the smartest in the whole word— even smarter than neji…”

 “i don’t know about that—” reader laughs quietly, her eyebrows furrowing as gentle kisses are planted all over her face, tickling her skin.

 “ok, no!” reader shakes her head and then steps back, placing her hands firmly onto naruto's shoulders to stop him from chasing her face with his lips. “no, you’re bein’ bad—” he frowns at her comment, now pouting up at her.

 he looked more like an overgrown, whining puppy rather than a six foot two teenage boy.

 “what? i didn’t do anythin’!” naruto groans, or more like whimpers, continuing to pout at her, fluttering her eyelashes like that would convince her to pull him into another embrace. 

 “you’re skipping class… a class which you’re failing…” reader mutters, tilting her head slightly to the side in annoyed amusement. 

 “i have a d! that isn’t failing— and my beautiful, hot, sexy, intelligent girlfriend said she’d tutor me anyways…” he huffs, leaning his whole weight on her so she’d be forced to let go of his shoulders and hold him against her chest.

 naruto lets out another huff, this one of contentment, and then buries his face into her shoulder, again… 

 “i guess i did say that, but i can’t tutor you now, can i?” reader questions, carefully leaning in to press a quick kiss to the side of his forehead. “but if you’re good and head back to class, then you can come over after school and i can tutor you then, how does that sound?”

 naruto pauses, briefly.

 he pulls his head up off her shoulder, his wide blue eyes locking onto hers with a refound eagerness. if he had a tail it’d be wagging so fast it would look like a blur.

 “y-yeah!” naruto quickly nods his head, straightening up to stand at his full height. “yes! of course, baby! will do, yes ma’am.” he nods again, and again, pulling his hands back (which had found her hips sometime while he was clinging to her for the second time).

 “thank you, head to class. i’ll meet you at the front gate after school, ok?” reader reaches up to gently brush some hair out of his flushed face.

 “yes ma’am!” naruto repeats with yet another eager nod, his sulky expression far gone and now replaced with one of pure excitement and affection.

 naruto takes a step back but before deciding to scurry back to class (which he should’ve done about ten minutes ago), he hurriedly leaps forward and steals a kiss from reader's lips. then, with a cheeky grin, he rushes off, leaving his girlfriend standing there with an amused yet fond expression on her face.

 he made it back to math class where he got a decently firm scolding, but he didn’t even mind all too much— all he was thinking about now was the fact he’d get to spend his afternoon with his girlfriend, and maybe even sleepover if he managed to get lucky!

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divider credits to @cursed-carmine

note: I have to confess, himbo bf x smart gf is one of my favorite tropes, I hate when a man is smarter than me. this is my first time writing for naruto so im sorry if it's a little ooc! but if this is enjoyed then part 2?

chapter 1 : megumi fushiguro x reader

synopsis: it's megumi fushiguro's first day of junior year, he assumes everything will go smoothly till he ends up meeting a girl in his first period class…

content: mdi — high school!megumi, fem!reader, sweet interactions, oblivious feelings, rom-com like romance, inspriation from romance anime, no curses au, modern age au

the halls are filled with a mixture of excited chatter and shuffling footsteps as everyone makes their way to their first class of the day (and school year). 

 jeez, it was way too crowded here for how small this school was. 

 megumi fushiguro was headed to his class down the hall, brushing past peers and strangers as he grumbled to himself, the strap of his school bag clutched tightly in his hand, while it hung off his shoulder. he was only half-listening to what his friend, yuuji itadori, was saying beside him– not that he was saying anything important, he never was.

 “get to class, moron,” he lightly shoved itadori forward when he arrived in front of his class. “the bell is about to ring, and you’re going to be late on your first day. what’s your brother going to say?” for context, yuuji’s brother, ryomen, takes care of him and loses his shit whenever yuuji gets him in trouble, especially when he gets in trouble for something as mundane as being late.

 “i’m going!” itadori practically whines as he shoves megumi back before turning around, sprinting down the hall while bumping into about five people in the process (which earns a deep sigh of irritation from fushiguro).

 “moron,” fushiguro repeats to himself as he enters the classroom to his left, his first class of the day. he had english first period, which wasn’t the worst option, but having to listen to any type of lecture in the morning was less than ideal. he gave the teacher a quick look– an older woman looked sweet, but he didn’t recognize her all too well. then he does the same to the rest of the class as he goes to an empty seat toward the back. he recognized a few people, having some classes in the past with them, but he didn’t know any of them well enough to call them friends, which meant he’d be alone in the class (not that he minded too much).

 he’d always preferred his solitude, not having many friends before meeting itadori, and his other friend kugisaki two years prior in freshman year. not to mention, he only really hangs around them when he has to, or when they drag him along. it isn’t like he seeks out their company too much.

 he slumps down into his chair, dropping his bag to the floor beside him as the bell rings through the loudspeakers, signaling the official start of first period, and his first day of junior year.

 with the teacher starting introductions, the mindless chatter from the students quieting down, fushiguro began to zone out, silently messing with the sleeve of his uniform blazer– which he had somehow managed to tear already. though he perks up when he hears the teacher instruct the class to introduce themselves to the person beside them, left or right. he holds back a groan. 

 he hated talking to people, let alone strangers– that was even worse. though it’s not like he could ignore the teacher’s direct instructions, or the person sitting to his right, who he could tell was already staring at him. 

 “so.”

 he turns to look at the person sitting at the desk beside him, but then pauses after he gets that first word out.

 fushiguro didn’t recognize the student, but he thought she was.. attractive? it was a girl sitting beside him. he didn’t often notice that (appearances) about others, especially those he didn’t know, but he couldn’t help but think about it– it was actually the first thing he noticed when he turned his head to look at her.

 though he quickly clears his throat, averting his gaze, his expression turns slightly awkward and even a bit sheepish.

 “i’m fushiguro. what’s, er, your name?”

 meanwhile, the girl had noticed his awkward attitude but didn’t think much of it– she definitely didn’t realize the reason behind his lack of eye contact and murmured speech.

 “i’m reader. it’s nice to meet you,” she comments, tilting her head slightly before her eyes dart away in the same sheepish manner that his did. then comes the awkward silence, followed by her fingers tapping against her desk for who knows how long. everyone else in the room was still chatting with one another, introducing themselves if they were strangers, catching up like they had know each other for years.

 everyone was talking but them.

 so instead of making conversation as any normal person would do, megumi instead begins to sneak little glances in reader's way, taking in her appearance and demeanor one millisecond (or full second if he felt a bit braver) at a time. 

 he snuck those subtle, little glances at her throughout the remainder of class, taking in other aspects of her appearance: her hair was rather shiny, even with the clouds shrouding the sunlight outside. he noticed how her blazer wasn’t buttoned all the way as it should be and how her tie was tied rather awkwardly. what a ditz.

 megumi found most people’s behavior irritating– yuji’s boisterous attitude, kugisaki’s vulgar language, takuma’s idiocy, and the list continues. though he liked how she was on the quieter side, and how she was clearly trying to be respectful toward him as well as the teacher (although they’ve had the most minimal conversation possible).

 he continued to be a coward for the rest of the class, not speaking another word to her despite the assignment at hand. he was more so a hermit rather than a teenage boy. the only interaction he had with her after their brief conversation was when he gave her a tiny nod when the bell rung, and before he got up from his seat to leave the classroom.

 although their interaction was short, he continued thinking about it for the rest of the day, even as he was walking back home. 

 itadori shoves his elbow into his ribs with a clamorous laugh to get his attention, noticing that he was spaced out (more than usual at least). “yo, what’s your issue today? what’s got you so deep in thought, man?” he questions with a slight tilt of his head. 

 fushiguro scowls at the subtle sting in his ribs, raising one of his hands to press his palms against the spot, looking over at yuuji meanwhile.

 “what is your problem? don’t just elbow me like that, stupid,” he grumbles as he gently rubs the spot for a few seconds, “i don’t have any issue, and ’m not deep in thought. i was just zoning out.” 

 but itadori could tell he was fibbing, having been friends with the guy long enough to know when he’s lying (or as fushiguro likes to call it— bending the truth, but only when he does, when itadori does it, then it’s lying). “you’re so full of shit, man! what’re you thinking about that’s so secretive you can’t tell me?” yuuji practically whines in annoyance as he nudges the other boy’s shoulder. 

 “nothing!” fushiguro groans as he shoves yuuji off him, starting to speed up while grumbling to himself about how irritating the situation was— the situation being itadori bugging him.

 “just get it off your chest, might make you feel better,” the pink-haired boy offers in a sing-song voice as he leans closer, this time nudging megumi's shoulder with his own. 

 fushiguro looks at yuuji, stares for about two seconds, before he then groans in defeat. he knew he couldn’t avoid the other boy’s questions forever, and he’d rather answer him and then endure his teasing than have him whining in his ear while groping his arm in an effort to try and convince him.

 “there’s this girl who sits beside me in the first period, and i just thought she was kind of nice. that’s what i’ve been thinking ‘bout.”

 there’s a stretch of silence between them before itadori wolf whistles (quite loudly), swinging an arm over megumi's shoulders, yanking him closer to his side with a shit-eating grin plastered on his face.

 “a love interest– i’ve been waiting for a new one since you rejected that hana girl for the fourteenth time.” he chuckles at his own comment before contuining, “so, what’s her name? what’s she look like? is she sexier or more on the cute side?” 

 itadori begins firing questions at him faster than fushiguro can process. he’s shoving his friend off him by the time he starts to answer the first question, “it isn’t like that. i just know her name, and don’t call her sexy, moron.” 

 he shoves his hands in his pockets, his mouth and the tip of his nose buried into the scarf, that was wrapped around his neck. he starts to tune out the beginning of yuuji’s whines beside him. he was starting to get a migraine at the thought of having to talk about this the entire day– it was humiliating, more than humiliating even. he hated being teased for something that wasn’t even real. 

 love interest? pfft. 

 fushiguro wasn’t some main character in a romance manga, now was he? not to mention, he barely knew the girl. yuuji was blowing it out of proportion, for sure.

 but now, he couldn’t stop thinking about it— about her. 

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