Certified Kaiser kisser

Sukuna’s developed an irritating habit. Whenever he’s fed up with you, or whenever he doesn’t want to entertain one of your questions, he’ll simply stay quiet and gesture towards his stomach. It’s kind of like saying ‘talk to the hand’. But in his case, it’s ‘talk to the stomach mouth’. 

Then his stomach mouth will shoot you this wide, smug grin, like it’s more than happy to converse with you. And you’ll just toss up your hands and groan, annoyed that your husband won’t even bother to speak with you face to face. 

But recently you've taken Sukuna up on his offer, turning the tables to give him the silent treatment while still chatting away with his stomach. Because Sukuna underestimated just how much that mouth of his likes to rile someone up. Even if it’s the rest of his body. 

Now, Sukuna’s lounging on the bed, limbs draped carelessly along the mattress. He’s trying to feign indifference. Trying to pretend he’s unphased by the fact that you haven’t spoken to him in four whole days. 

But you know better. You see the slight clench in his jaw, the scowl that deepens on his face each time he steals a look your way. He watches as you sit by the window, gazing at the scenery outside. 

When the silence stretches on longer than he can bear, Sukuna sets his pride aside to clear his throat and ask, “Are you still doing this?” 

You don’t even spare him a glance, continuing to look out the window. “Middle Mouth,” you say, “will you please inform the rest of Sukuna that I have no idea what he’s talking about?”

Sukuna scoffs in disbelief, but that mouth of his flashes its teeth and singsongs, “Sukunaaaa. She doesn’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I heard you,” Sukuna huffs, speaking to you instead of his stomach.

He hates this whole situation. Hates that you're not speaking with him. Hates that you’ve given his stomach mouth a nickname. And he hates that the mouth is entertaining it at all. 

 His jaw clenches once more, and he sighs before saying, “You’re ignoring me.” 

He’s not wrong. For almost a week, you’ve been avoiding your husband, refusing to interact or even look at any part of him other than his stomach maw. But despite all of his sulking and sour moods, you act as if nothing is amiss.

“Middle Mouth, will you please inform the rest of Sukuna that I am not ignoring him. You and I just had a lovely conversation, didn’t we?”

“Sukunaaaa,” the mouth singsongs again. “She isn’t ignoring you…well, me.” That grin returns, and you can’t help but let out a quiet laugh. Why didn’t you start speaking with your husband’s stomach mouth sooner? He really is entertaining.

“Stop that. Don’t humor her,” Sukuna scolds.

“Middle Mouth, you can converse with me as you please.”

“I intend to,” his maw replies. 

Sukuna’s eyes narrow, but he’s not sure whether to direct his glare at you or his abdomen. “How long do you intend to keep up these antics?”

You brush an imaginary piece of lint from your clothes and say, "Middle Mouth, please inform the rest of Sukuna that I’m still waiting on a proper apology from him." 

“I’m warning you, do not–”

“Sukunaaaa. She is waiting for a proper apology from you.”

Sukuna stares murderously down at his lower half. He’s finally met his match. The only ‘enemy’ that he can’t silence by force. Himself. 

And secretly, you think that he slightly enjoys that you’re speaking with his stomach mouth. It shows him that despite this silent treatment, you still desire some form of communication with him. 

So he’ll put up with the teasing, the inside jokes, and the fact that his wife is being stolen by his own body.

You decide to press your luck a little bit further, and say something you know will send your husband over the edge. “Middle Mouth–”

“Not again,” Sukuna groans, tossing his head back.

“Do you remember what I told you? What we talked about last night?”

“What?!?" Sukuna demands, sitting up abruptly and sending the covers around him flying.

“Oh, I remember,” his maw says, immediately grinning and playing into it. 

“Well, I was thinking about it and–”

“Why are you speaking with my wife at night?”

“Our wife. And what we discuss during late hours does not concern you.” 

“Anyways, as I was telling you, Middle Mouth, before I was rudely interrupted–”

“No. This ends now."

In seconds, Sukuna’s beside you, all 7 feet of him towering over you intimidatingly. He rubs a hand across his jaw, like he has to physically force the words out of his mouth. “I.. apologize for not answering when you asked me which of my cocks I urinate from.”

“…”

“The answer is both of them.”

Immediately, your mood lifts. You turn away from the window, smiling and facing your husband like nothing was ever wrong. “Apology accepted.” And then to his stomach mouth, “We’ll continue our conversation later.” 

Sukuna’s developed an irritating habit. Whenever he’s fed up with you, or whenever he doesn’t want to entertain one of your questions, he’ll simply stay quiet and gesture towards his stomach. It’s kind of like saying ‘talk to the hand’. But in his case, it’s ‘talk to the stomach mouth’. 

Then his stomach mouth will shoot you this wide, smug grin, like it’s more than happy to converse with you. And you’ll just toss up your hands and groan, annoyed that your husband won’t even bother to speak with you face to face. 

But recently you've taken Sukuna up on his offer, turning the tables to give him the silent treatment while still chatting away with his stomach. Because Sukuna underestimated just how much that mouth of his likes to rile someone up. Even if it’s the rest of his body. 

Now, Sukuna’s lounging on the bed, limbs draped carelessly along the mattress. He’s trying to feign indifference. Trying to pretend he’s unphased by the fact that you haven’t spoken to him in four whole days. 

But you know better. You see the slight clench in his jaw, the scowl that deepens on his face each time he steals a look your way. He watches as you sit by the window, gazing at the scenery outside. 

When the silence stretches on longer than he can bear, Sukuna sets his pride aside to clear his throat and ask, “Are you still doing this?” 

You don’t even spare him a glance, continuing to look out the window. “Middle Mouth,” you say, “will you please inform the rest of Sukuna that I have no idea what he’s talking about?”

Sukuna scoffs in disbelief, but that mouth of his flashes its teeth and singsongs, “Sukunaaaa. She doesn’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I heard you,” Sukuna huffs, speaking to you instead of his stomach.

He hates this whole situation. Hates that you're not speaking with him. Hates that you’ve given his stomach mouth a nickname. And he hates that the mouth is entertaining it at all. 

 His jaw clenches once more, and he sighs before saying, “You’re ignoring me.” 

He’s not wrong. For almost a week, you’ve been avoiding your husband, refusing to interact or even look at any part of him other than his stomach maw. But despite all of his sulking and sour moods, you act as if nothing is amiss.

“Middle Mouth, will you please inform the rest of Sukuna that I am not ignoring him. You and I just had a lovely conversation, didn’t we?”

“Sukunaaaa,” the mouth singsongs again. “She isn’t ignoring you…well, me.” That grin returns, and you can’t help but let out a quiet laugh. Why didn’t you start speaking with your husband’s stomach mouth sooner? He really is entertaining.

“Stop that. Don’t humor her,” Sukuna scolds.

“Middle Mouth, you can converse with me as you please.”

“I intend to,” his maw replies. 

Sukuna’s eyes narrow, but he’s not sure whether to direct his glare at you or his abdomen. “How long do you intend to keep up these antics?”

You brush an imaginary piece of lint from your clothes and say, "Middle Mouth, please inform the rest of Sukuna that I’m still waiting on a proper apology from him." 

“I’m warning you, do not–”

“Sukunaaaa. She is waiting for a proper apology from you.”

Sukuna stares murderously down at his lower half. He’s finally met his match. The only ‘enemy’ that he can’t silence by force. Himself. 

And secretly, you think that he slightly enjoys that you’re speaking with his stomach mouth. It shows him that despite this silent treatment, you still desire some form of communication with him. 

So he’ll put up with the teasing, the inside jokes, and the fact that his wife is being stolen by his own body.

You decide to press your luck a little bit further, and say something you know will send your husband over the edge. “Middle Mouth–”

“Not again,” Sukuna groans, tossing his head back.

“Do you remember what I told you? What we talked about last night?”

“What?!?" Sukuna demands, sitting up abruptly and sending the covers around him flying.

“Oh, I remember,” his maw says, immediately grinning and playing into it. 

“Well, I was thinking about it and–”

“Why are you speaking with my wife at night?”

“Our wife. And what we discuss during late hours does not concern you.” 

“Anyways, as I was telling you, Middle Mouth, before I was rudely interrupted–”

“No. This ends now."

In seconds, Sukuna’s beside you, all 7 feet of him towering over you intimidatingly. He rubs a hand across his jaw, like he has to physically force the words out of his mouth. “I.. apologize for not answering when you asked me which of my cocks I urinate from.”

“…”

“The answer is both of them.”

Immediately, your mood lifts. You turn away from the window, smiling and facing your husband like nothing was ever wrong. “Apology accepted.” And then to his stomach mouth, “We’ll continue our conversation later.” 

Sylus pushed through the door, expression stormy. He stopped abruptly when he caught sight of Mephisto in your lap.

"He's in my spot," he said pointedly.

"No, he's in his spot."

Sylus sighed. "I've been replaced by a bird."

"He's not just a bird, he's my son. Aren't you, Mephie?" you cooed.

Mephisto chirped happily.

Sylus pushed Mephisto away, dropping into your lap. "And I'm your husband. The bird can wait."

fluff - baby!gumi hitting dad!toji because of his loud snoring

it starts with a snort.

then a snore.

then a series of snorts that sound like a pig gargling marbles through a megaphone.

you blink drowsily at the ceiling.

on the other side of the bed, toji is dead asleep. flat on his back. arms splayed like a crimecene victim in criminal minds. mouth wide open. snoring like his soul is trying to escape through his nose.

in between the two of you, your squishy toddler is wide awake.

megumi is sitting up in his frog footie pajamas, blinking solemnly in the dark like a tiny owl. he has been very patient.

until now.

“baby,” you whisper, “it’s okay. daddy’s just sleeping loud.”

megumi looks at you. then back at toji.

another snore rips through the room like a pig rooting around for food.

megumi frowns.

and then, with the unflinching judgement of someone who has had enough- he raises one tiny hand… and slaps toji directly in the face.

SMACK.

you gasp.

toji jerks awake instantly, arms flailing like he’s under attack. “THE FUCK-“

megumi blinks.

toji blinks.

you are about to pass out, trying hard not to laugh.

“he hit me,” toji says blankly, rubbing his cheek. “the gremlin actually hit me.”

“you were snoring too loud,” you whisper, tears forming from suppressed giggles.

megumi just stares at toji. expression deadpan. fists clenched together like he’s about to summon mahoraga.

he says absolutely nothing.

toji squints at him. “what’re you, the snore police?”

megumi blinks again.

snorts.

toji throws his head back against the pillow. “fuckin’ hell. my own kid’s got hands.”

“maybe don’t sound like a dying chainsaw, then.”

“i’ve been working all day. i’m exhausted. i have sinus issues. it’s a medical condition.”

“excuses, fushiguro.”

megumi crawls over to your side and curls against your chest like a sleepy burrito with his little thumb in his mouth.

his tiny eyebrows furrowed, like he’s judging both of you. (he is).

you kiss megumi’s hair. “go to sleep, baby. we’ll ignore daddy’s noisy nose problems.”

“rude.”

five minutes pass.

toji starts snoring again.

megumi lifts his head.

you grab his tiny hand midair before he smacks toji again.

“no more violence, please.”

megumi grunts.

you swear it sounds like “tsk.”

based on this request

pairing: bakugou katsuki x reader

synopsis: you were happy, he seemed happy, so why is it you’re about to break up with him? well after a certain dinner with friends it led you to question your relationship with bakugou as it seems everybody still thinks he should’ve ended up with her.

you were everything she wasn’t.

down to the hair and the quirks you didn’t share, if she had been kinder would he be looking at her the way he was looking at you now?

because gods why did it have to be you— you weren’t even particularly special. not the strongest, not the richest, not the prettiest, not even the most social or anything at least in her opinion.

so what was it that made him choose you over her was the question that lingered in her mind more than she’d care to admit.

as everything would’ve aligned eventually. they had history together long before anyone else met him, long before u.a even happened and yes they argued, yes they fought multiple times but everyone knew there was something between them.

sparks just like his quirk.

they could’ve happened, they would’ve happened.

standing where you are now was her spot. next to katsuki, standing so close— as if you knew why he was the way he is, what he likes, what he hates. have you even met his mom? you probably would’ve crumbled on the spot.

“hey sakura! you coming?” mina called over by the classroom door.

but she stood unmoving, gaze still trained below at the newly found couple outside the window. one no one expected to ever happen and yet it did.

sakura sighed in contempt. “don’t you think katsuki’s been spending too much time with her? it’s like he forgot about his….friends.”

the alien girl only gave a worried glance but understood the deeper meaning behind what she really meant. mina honestly wished things would’ve been different and that everything could’ve worked out ending in a happily ever after in a wedding where everybody can lightheartedly say I told you so at the pair but alas it had not.

sakura was one of her best friends and being the only two girls in the group had only brought them closer. but bakugou was one her pals too and if you made him happy who was she to take him away from you? not that she could anyway.

and while it didn’t seem like it was completely over, after all you two were only in the first official stage of the relationship. there was a chance you two could still break up and maybe that’s what sakura was subconsciously hoping for.

however both she and mina knew that nobody could come between, not when he looked at you like you hung every star in the sky.

“sakura…” mina softly called her name, stepping closer at the now hunched over girl.

“it’s not fair, it’s not fair— it’s not fair.” she cried as tears began to fall endlessly from her face.

“it’s okay— it’s okay, none of this is your fault. I promise you’ll feel better with time.” mina tries to comfort her heartbroken friend, patting sakura’s back as she hiccups in her lap on the floor.

“he was supposed to be mine.”

“you don’t own him.”

eight years later

“I don’t think we have to go.” your fiancé would suggest as he trudged towards the front door while slightly dragging his heel across the wooden floor.

you bet people would do not a double but a quadruple take at the scene, seeing the normally fierce hero act so childish when he has to be with anyone else but you.

“they’re your friends kats, I’m sure they’ll be excited to see you again.”

he tried to reason, brushing back his spiky blonde hair. “but I saw them already.”

“yeah months ago.” you countered, freshening up infront of the mirror one last time.

“but the extras that hang around them are damn annoying, loud and nosy sons of bitches.”

“sounds a lot like someone I know.” you singsong, as he turns to face you fully.

“I’M NOT NOSY!?!”

“yeah yeah tell that to deku.”

“WHAT DO YOU EVEN KNOW—“

“—and let’s go! grab the keys kat.”

“ugh whatever.”

with that the both of you set off to the meeting place at a nice restaurant by a beach giving quite a nice view.

stepping inside the cold building, he instantly wrapped an arm around your shoulder. providing you some warmth as you neared the section of round marble tables. hearing clatters of utensils and conversations around till a bright voice called for your attention.

“well if it isn’t the newly engaged couple! welcome—welcome!” kaminari greeted excitedly, kindly signaling for the pair to sit on the available seats.

“hello kaminari, sero, jiro— where’s mina?” you asked shuffling to a comfortable position.

“oh she’s coming soon, here meet kokona and akemi, they’re from our year in the support class.” he introduced, pointing at the blonde and black haired girls next to sero.

you nodded quickly giving a hello to which they strangely ignored, embarrassed you awkwardly lowered your waving hand.

“right. so katsuki—“ kokona started but quickly gets cut off.

“don’t fucking call me that. it’s bakugou to you extras.” he spat with some venom in his tone.

kokomi shifted uncomfortably before laughing it off.

“well bakugou I was just saying what a surprise it is to see you two still together ahahahaahaa.”

in a flash the table simmered down to an uneasy silence, everyone in a mix of pained and uncomfortable expressions.

“what the fuck do you even mean?” he asked in a eerily calm manner.

“well everybody knows you and sakura are inevitable, it’s just insane to see you still with her— I mean everyone shipped the two of you!!” she spoke so fast that no one could utter a word.

then akemi added as if you weren’t even there. “it’s true! our class even had a poll and everything on who would be end up being a couple in the end but of course trial and error.”

“ahaha— kokomi, akemi stop spouting nonsense.” kaminari recommended, really for their sake.

“what? I know most if not all of class a and some from even class b shipped it at some point too—“

“yeah at some point but that’s clearly very over and you should apologize for insinuating anything of whatever you said just now.” jiro added, face looking extremely baffled.

“it’s for her sake too!! c’mon do you really believe they won’t—“

“it’s taking me every ounce of patience not to blow shit up right now.” bakugou spoke again, this time with even more anger seeping from his words.

he stood up lifting you along as well.

“so we’re just gonna leave before I bash both of your heads against the wall, fucking knew you extras are weird and dumb as shit.” he hissed, turning around for the exit.

“katsuki—“

“katsuki.”

you turned to look at the person who called him at the same time, sakura.

“what the fuck.”

“surprise!” mina cheered coming out from behind the frozen girl.

his eyes wavered, an expression you don’t see in him often. was he scared? nervous? was he feeling butterflies just from the sight of her? you didn’t know and suddenly your heart fell to your stomach— as finally, the moment everyone has waited for, the reunion of the two and you can’t even tell in the slightest what his mind was thinking.

“we were just leaving.” he said, less angry you noticed.

“what?! but this is the first time in months since we all really got together c’monnn I don’t think you even had a drink yet!” the pink hero smiled dragging him whose attached to you back to your original spots.

“because these idiots over here—“ he tried standing back up.

“one drink!” she pleaded, pushing him back down.

his eyes glanced for yours to see what you wanted to do and you nodded, you weren’t about to ruin this night for him.

“it’s okay.” you smiled.

the best you could muster that is, because you can endure it, brush it off like always. the only thing you wished was for mina to be a little more subtle in her intentions as she goes to sit on the opposite end therefore making sakura sit next to katsuki.

if you were being honest out of all of the people in bakugou’s group, mina by far was the least you were close to. you pinned the reason on her loyalty for sakura but even then a little more respect to your relationship would be nice.

then ever so naturally she starts a conversation to a better atmosphere, chatter ensuing almost as if moments ago was just a mere dream and that kinda felt like a punch in the gut. as if you already didn’t know about everyone’s apparent preference when it comes to katsuki’s supposed endgame since high school.

honestly seeing her yourself, it reminded you of how much inferior you are. you always thought sakura was pretty, she was also really strong and everybody got along well with her. of course except you but you’ve always admired her anyway.

she fits him well aesthetically and before when they were close they worked really good together. it’s starting again—

you’re nowhere near her greatness.

she matches katsuki better.

oh you’re his girlfriend?

“I have to go use the bathroom.” you whispered, softly resting your palm on the blonde’s shoulder.

bakugou grabbed your hand in return and turned to face you.

“you need me to come with you?”

you laughed slightly, not noticing the gaze of somebody else staring at you two living in your own world.

“don’t be silly.”

with that you left for the bathroom and for awhile you stared at the mirror, water falling from the faucet in an endless stream as the mirror began to fog up.

it was stupid.

maybe you were stupid.

thinking that your relationship with bakugou was right and it probably wasn’t.

his friends seem to think so, at least before.

though you can’t help but wonder if they still do root for the two secretly, heck even his mom can’t hide her favoritism when anytime you two would come to visit she always managed to chide bakugou about when sakura would visit again.

whether it was intentional or not, it still hurt even if she didn’t at all mean anything by it. if she resented you or just genuinely wondered what transpired between the two. even some super fans that were so insanely crazed about the past duo, having seen their leaked childhood pictures, hoping for some friends to lovers to happen.

everyone wanted them to happen.

everyone.

you’ve heard whispers from his fans to his friends to his mother.

it’s not fair, it’s not fair— it’s not fair.

you were his there was no doubt in your mind but is he yours?

maybe, just maybe.

everyone was right.

you were being silly to think your relationship with him would be forever because it never will be. not when you came in the picture before they could even let their love blossom fully.

it was all your fault.

౨ৎ

as you exited the bathroom you went and sat back on your seat perfectly on time as a waiter stops by to get everybody’s orders and everything would’ve been fine, not for what he asked next but who he directed it to.

“and what can I get for this lovely pair? y’know there’s a discount for couples this february!” he joyously shared, looking straight at katsuki and her.

“oh it’s not like that—“

"we aren’t dating, why does everyone keep assuming that?!” bakugou yelled in genuine frustration.

the waiter’s face then flushed red, nervously sweating at his mistake and praying to every god he knew to please not let him get blown up by the glaring hero.

"oh, my apologies!! I really am sorry. I was just— it seems like I was wrong." he stammered, eyes edging to cascade a waterfall of tears.

“it’s okay, katsuki it was just a mistake.” sakura softly spoke, defending the man.

“whatever.” he rolled his eyes.

“oh wow you still got it sakura! the bakugou whisperer!” kaminari joked, still as always unable to read the room.

sero kicked the blonde from under the table. “dude shut up.”

“OW— oh right, sorry.”

you’d like to pretend you don’t know what he’s apologizing for, though unfortunately you do.

“it’s fine.” you dismissively waved off.

but it wasn’t.

for the entire evening you’re mind festered with all sorts of questions and doubts that have been slowly piling up over the years.

it didn’t help that he seemed relaxed conversing with her, though a little bit awkward. maybe he’s just nervous…..nervous in a way that made your own stomach twist.

perhaps if he didn’t look so unsure of himself you could’ve ignored the whole ordeal like you have for the past years. but when he saw her his anger quickly faded and it was like you also faded in the background as everybody else continued to converse normally. it felt like you were a wrong number in the equation fucking everything up.

he would never cheat on you, you knew that much.

because despite seeming like he doesn’t care— he does, a lot. so of course he wouldn’t just up and break up with you for her now that she showed up once.

but maybe.

maybe you just had to do it for him.

౨ৎ

the ride back home was quiet, almost serene if not for what you’ve been feeling. with everything starting to blur, you randomly blurt out without even meaning to.

“did you miss her?”

“no.” he immediately answered, eyes straying to the mirror at front trying to meet your gaze but you only stayed silent.

he exhaled.

“it’s not like that. I don’t even think about her so don’t ask me cause there’s no point, okay?” he answered firmly, as if he was trying to erase everything about her today.

but did he?

did he ever forget?

“okay.”

the rest of the ride was silent, usually a comfortable one but this time it felt different. not bad just something else in the air entirely, like something unspoken and tetheringly piercing lingering. however nothing brought a sharper pain in your heart than seeing the house you two bought together.

it wasn’t your place to be there.

it was hers.

not yours.

not yours.

not yours.

“babe?” he called as you snapped away from your thoughts.

“huh?”

you didn’t realize he had opened the door, holding his hand out for you to reach.

for a moment or two you stared before giving him one of the paper bags from underneath the compartment and standing up on your own.

“here—“

“we better get these in the fridge hm?” you said as naturally as you could before brushing past him and into the house.

placing the leftovers as quickly as you could that as soon as he entered the house you were already walking upstairs.

“I’m gonna head to bed now.”

“wait—“ he grabbed your arm gently, stopping you from whatever frenzy you were experiencing.

he asked with twisted brows. “are you okay?”

“why wouldn’t I be?“ you grinned, tilting your head to the side.

he nodded slowly, though he noticed your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes. he grew worried and even more so when he leaned in for a kiss, you swerved making his lips press your cheek instead.

“okay— what is it, tell me.”

bakugou looked at you so intently. like whatever you had to say mattered more than everything in the world. like he cared, like he loved you.

he shouldn’t.

he doesn’t.

“I think we should break up.” you voiced, avoiding his gaze as your eyes welled up.

again, his answer was immediate.

“fuck no.”

“I’m serious katsuki.” you weakly state, rubbing the right side of your shoulder.

he thought you were joking but taking one good at your form, your expression. it was sincere in a way that you were trying and succeeding in believing it yourself.

“where is this coming from?”

“everyone.” you mumbled only for you to hear.

“what?”

you spoke cautiously, as if you were speaking a foreign language that sounded strange on your tounge. “because I don’t like you anymore.”

he rolled his eyes assuming this was one of your pranks. “right because you love me.”

“no— I’m done with this relationship katsuki.”

at that his body rose to an upset stature, not at you, more specifically at what he’s hearing.

“is this about earlier? I told you—“

“not it’s not!”

“then give me a valid reason why, you can’t just up and say shit like this.”

“because I don’t see us being together any more.”

you blinked rapidly trying to stop whatever tears from falling. it was for the best. this is for the best. don’t look. don’t look. don’t make this any harder than it has to be.

“I don’t believe you.” he spoke with deep resolution but you could see his lips tremble, bag slightly crunching from his grip as if to ground himself back to reality when it already was.

“I’VE JUST LOST FEELINGS OKAY?!!” you yelled stumbling on your feet.

your confidence shaken by his refusal, you thought by doing it yourself you’re giving him the chance to be free without any guilt but seeing the look on his face is making you feel guilty instead.

leftovers long forgotten as carelessly placed it aside, he yelled back with brows fully twisted in both anger and confusion.

“NO— TELL ME WHY YOU’RE ACTUALLY DOING THIS!?!!!”

“BECAUSE—“

“BECAUSE WHAT?!!?”

“I DON'T WANT TO BE THE REASON!!”

silence.

“—I don’t want to be the reason you two can’t end up together.” you revealed in a tired whisper.

he calls your name but you quickly add on before he could make you think otherwise.

“I feel like I’m in the way of this grandeur love story where inevitably you’re gonna realize I’m not the one you want and that breaks my heart katsuki.” you cried, voice cracking along the way.

“and it does…it really does but not as much as holding you back from the one you truly love—“

“but you aren’t— I don’t want her!! maybe back then I did but I need you now.” he uttered in a desperate tone.

one that sounded so genuine you had to turn away because for every time someone had made you doubt, made you develop this inkling that never faded. it crushes you to have put the one you love in this kind of position.

“look— you can’t tell me what and how I should feel and on who I do get to love. it’s completely my fault for ever letting you even consider that I don’t and completely and utterly with you.” he reassured, masking strength in his words as he stepped closer hugging you from behind as you tried holding back sobs, hiccuping in the process.

“—because for every second I go out in the face of danger, all I think about is getting home safe just so I could see your face, hear your voice, and feel your warmth.”

“so please don’t end us now when all I’ve ever considered as my future was you.”

the air stilled and echoing silence, breaths held that were desperate for air. you could only nod, holding the arms that were around your body. arms that hugged you so close as if to make sure you wouldn’t leave.

“okay.”

“okay.” he whispered as well to reassure you and himself that everything was fine.

it’s not an instantaneous fix but it would be alright. you’ll both get through this and he’d damn make sure of it.

౨ৎ

she couldn’t believe it.

bakugou finally texted her— or well mina who informed her that he wanted to come over. after years of radio silence this was finally it. pacing around her apartment waiting for him to arrive, this was something long overdue.

of course he was gonna come back, he just needed some time to live whatever fantasy he had with her and finally here he was.

“katsuki.” she uttered in disbelief, as he stood in front of her.

though barely inside the house and just in the hallway of the entrance door with bakugou setting an arm or two length of distance between them.

“don’t— don’t call me that anymore.”

she stumbled, that wasn’t what she was expecting to hear. “what do you mean?“

he sighed as if it was so simple.

“I came here to tell you to stay out of my life. I really did try to be amicable because we shared the same group of friends and I didn’t want things to turn awkward but I just can’t do it.”

what?

“I also told mina to stop with her shit already but I understand where she’s coming from and you need some closure to really sever this whole thing so—“

no.

no.

no.

this isn’t what was supposed to happen.

“ka— bakugou uh— look I understand we didn’t handle things well back then but to cut me off like this seems a bit extreme don’t you think? I mean were friends aren’t we?“ she desperately reasoned, trying to look at him in the eyes but he just avoided it.

“we’re barely anything sakura. we never were, we never will.” he stated.

but her anger only grew, for a long time she simmered in her head that he’ll be back within her grasps. he was rightfully hers, everyone said so and she believes it, so why?

“WHY?!!! I’VE WAITED YEARS FOR YOU—“

“I NEVER ASKED YOU TO! WHATEVER WE HAD WAS SOMETHING TRIVIAL— A CRUSH BUT WITH HER IT’S REAL!!”

“—she’s everything I want, everything I need and I don’t care what anyone else thinks or feels.” he noted, turning to the door.

“so you can hang round’ the group wherever whenever but don’t expect me to come as well cause I won’t.”

“you’re letting her dictate your life—“ a hail mary reason as her hand reaches for his figure that slowly moved farther and farther away.

“because she is! she is my life because I don’t think I could live without her.” he glanced back, as if affirming her his decision.

“so that’s it? you’re choosing her?” she asked in defeat as the world continued to collapse around her.

“yeah, I am.” he answered one last time before shutting the door close.

“I have a feeling you got everything you wanted and you’re not wasting time stuck here like me, you’re just thinking it’s a small thing that happened the world ended when it happened to me.”

"Psh, as if. Ya make me feel nothing, woman." He mocked and rolls his eyes but doesn't make any effort to pull your hands off of his cheeks, in fact, he unconsciously leans further into your touch, your warmth that makes his metallic body feel as if it were human once again. It causes himself to scream joyfully on the inside, damn his mechanical heart that started pumping faster with each passing second. You were gonna be the death of him.

"Is that right, petal?" Rolls off your tongue, and in a blink of an eye you plant a kiss on his lips. After, you pulled back and gaze your twinkling eyes into his dull ones that grew as round as the full moon. You grin as you watch him blabber and trip over his own words. his cheeks reddening more than it was humanly possible, actual sweats formed upon his head at that very moment, he felt his heart stop beating for a nanosecond at your action.

Then, you felt him physically melt onto your body, toppling you over onto the ground and knocking the air out of your lungs. Causing you to wheeze at first but eventually laugh heartily. While still smiling, you look up at his face, he had a mean scowl as his expression. "You push my fudgin buttons.. and this is your punishment." He wraps his arms around your figure, situated himself comfortably on top of you and buried his face in the crook of your neck.

Kenjaku x F reader

Villains Week #2- Body Snatching

~ Husband is a cruel man, or was until the accident.

W.C. 1.3k

Warnings:  toxic marriage, murder, body-snatching, but strangely kinda soft, Yandere Kenjaku.

a/n: This is meant to be a past Kenjaku inhabitant, so his description is not mentioned, so just imagine he is really really hot.

while your husband katsuki was busy putting on his hero suit for the day, you were occupied with cleaning up the dishes from the breakfast he'd made for the two of you. you're washing and drying the plates with your ipad set up near the counter playing music, humming quietly to the tune under your breath. you feel a strong pair of arms wrap around your waist soon enough before katsuki's mouth places a quick kiss behind your ear

"might be out later than usual today, dunno how long that meeting is scheduled for—but be ready by eight sharp—i'm gonna take you out for dinner tonight." katsuki says, giving your waist one last squeeze before he moves towards the doorway to put on his boots. you let out a hum of confirmation at his words before he pulls away

"okay," you singsong, fighting back a smile as you finish drying the last plate. you see katsuki tugging his gauntlets on and adjusting his mask before he leans against the door frame

"alright babe, i'm about to head out!" he yells from the doorway, standing expectantly with his arms crossed over his broad chest and a cocky grin gracing his annoyingly handsome face. you start walking towards him, but at the last second, turn towards the living room and make a show of collapsing onto the couch with a loud and satisfied sigh

you grab the throw blanket laying idly on one of the cushions and wrap it around your shoulders before pulling out your phone, pointedly ignoring katsuki's aggressively confused blinking

"alright, bye kats! love you," you shout over your shoulder as you begin scrolling through your instagram feed, hiding your smile behind your phone screen.

the thing is, katsuki's terrifying when he's quiet, because he's rarely ever silent. he stands frozen in his spot, blinking slowly with a blank look on his face before he scoffs

"huh?" he grumbles under his breath quietly, watching you ignore him and focus on your phone rather than come kiss him goodbye like you usually did, like you always did, and he's genuinely distraught.

katsuki hovers by the door, tilting his head with a frown when you remain comfortably seated on the couch. normally, you bound right over to him when he's about to leave for the day and give him a kiss, fix his mask, play with the hair resting at the nape of his neck, tell him to stay safe and take care of himself—but today, he's barely even offered a second glance.

you're not mad at him, he knows that much. you'd been just fine this morning when you'd waken up, and you were acting like your usual self at breakfast, too—but now? you don't seem to be upset either, just... occupied? but what was more important than him?

"aren't you forgetting something?" he huffs, hands on his hips and brows furrowed as you look up from your phone with feigned confusion all over your face

"huh? what do you mean?" you question innocently

"you—you're—what are you doing?!" he demands suddenly, stomping over to where you are and tugging off your blanket in one swift movement as you squeal

"kats, i'm cooooold! give it back!" you whine with a laugh, and katsuki's brows pinch together before he quickly disregards his gauntlets on the ground and crawls over to where you are on the couch

"so annoying." he mutters under his breath as he cages you beneath his arms, keeping one arm braced over your head as the other moves to pinch your cheek

"eek! stop that—"

"i'm not going anywhere until you kiss me. tell me good luck. hug me. all that lovey dovey shit." he grumbles, eyes squinting and dead serious as you laugh, finally wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his strong waist

"mmm okay... kats, i love you so very much, and i hope you have a safe and fulfilling day kicking ass!" you chirp, pressing a hard kiss right onto his lips with a dramatic mwah!

"damn right i will. and when i come back, what are you gonna be doing?"

"sitting nice and pretty—all ready for our date." you grin as he huffs, finally smiling down at you as he places an uncharacteristically gentle kiss onto your lips

"that's right. and you should know that i don't give a shit if you're mad as hell at me, i'm not ever leaving this apartment without a kiss from you. and if you pull this shit with me again? i'll blast you—"

"yeah, yeah, all the way to hell—blah, blah, blah! you should get going, mr. dynamight! you're going to be late," you tease, squirming under his grip as katsuki rolls his eyes

"such a brat. you're lucky i love you so damn much." he grunts, pulling himself off of you as he stands to his full height, looking over at you from above with his hands on his hips and a cocked head. you sit up, knees digging into the cushions of the couch as you give him one last kiss, this one more genuine than all the silly little pecks you'd exchanged with him thus far this morning, and his gaze softens a degree at the gesture

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You and Zayne nuzzle each other… a lot.

It’s something you didn’t realize until Yvonne pointed it out shortly after Zayne had rushed off for an emergency operation. “You two are very reminiscent of cats.”

“Huh?” You only turned to look at her after Zayne had disappeared from your sight. Cheeks a little warm as she smiled at you. “You two said goodbye, but when Dr. Zayne kissed your cheek, he nuzzled you with his nose… you nuzzled him right back. It was pretty cute.”

You can't even say anything in response, your mind slightly malfunctioning as you think back on all the times you and Zayne have subconsciously nuzzled into each other.

You mean to tell Zayne about it when he gets home, just to see his ears grow red and his cheeks pink as he realizes his own habit.

Except, you forget about it when he gets hime. It's not until he's on top of you, his face buried in your neck, that it dawns on you. "You're like a kitten, Z." His body weight is settled snuggly on top of you, a slight hum sounding from his mouth as he processes your words.

"So are you." It vibrates your skin, makes you giggle a little harder and your nails scratch his scalp a little harder. "Yvonne pointed it out today, y'know. I couldn't even come up with a response."

Now, Zayne is chuckling too. The warmth of his face against your neck growing a little hotter. "You've softened me, my love. Ruined me, even. Now I can't help myself when my colleagues are present." The kiss that lands on the top of his head only ruins him further.

idk if this is going to make sense but,, i request a katsuki x reader; the reader got hit by a quirk that makes her tell the truth about what she thinks of anyone she sees/hears for a whole day, so the entire time she's spilling nice yet harshly honest thoughts about the others in class 1-a whenever she sees them or hears their voices, and when it's katsuki's turn she very obviously hints on having a crush on him despite how hot-headed he is, which makes katsuki veryy proud (since he lowkey has a crush on her too) and he claims that they are dating now - the next day, y/n literally doesn't remember what happened the day before, but she isnt complaining now that katsuki and her are dating..

“No Takebacks”

It started with a bang—literally.

During a joint training exercise with a support course student who hadn’t quite nailed down their quirk yet, you were caught in a flash of bright pink smoke and instantly dropped to your knees, blinking wildly.

“(Y/N)?!” Uraraka rushed over. “Are you okay?”

“I can taste colors,” you mumbled, then squinted at her. “You’re… way too nice. Like suspiciously nice. You’re either a secret serial killer or a Disney princess.”

Uraraka blinked. “...What.”

And that’s when Aizawa groaned and muttered, “Oh god. She’s been hit with Veritas. The truth-spill quirk. She’s gonna be like this for a while.”

---

Hour 1.

You were walking back into the dorms, flanked by Kirishima and Kaminari, when you said cheerfully:

“Kirishima, you’re so sweet I want to punch you. Your energy is like cinnamon buns and gym socks. You should stop wearing that cologne, though. It smells like ‘middle school locker room.’”

He laughed nervously. “Thanks? Wait, what?”

Kaminari opened his mouth but didn’t even get a word out.

“You flirt too much and your Spotify playlists suck.”

“HEY—!”

---

Hour 3.

You walked past Todoroki in the common room and said, completely deadpan, “You’re the most attractive emotionally unavailable person I’ve ever seen.”

Midoriya waved at you next. “Hey, (Y/N)—feeling okay?”

You looked him in the eye. “I love you like a brother, but if you don’t stop overanalyzing every battle move, I’m going to staple your All Might notebooks shut.”

Midoriya paled.

Bakugo had been half-listening from the couch, arms crossed, eyebrow twitching as he watched you cut through the class like a smiling little truth bomb.

He kept waiting for you to say something to him. But you never did.

Which, somehow, pissed him off more.

---

Hour 6.

Finally, during dinner, Bakugo slammed his tray down across from you.

“Alright, spill it. Say whatever dumb truth you’re hiding about me. Let’s go.”

You blinked. Chewed your rice. Then tilted your head.

“Katsuki Bakugo,” you said seriously. “You are hot-headed, loud, and 97% of the time I want to shove a sock in your mouth.”

The class collectively froze.

You kept going.

“But you’re also really strong. And smart. And I like the way you fight. You’re kind of… weirdly hot when you’re focused. I think you’re kinda amazing.”

Bakugo’s eye twitched.

“And I have a really big crush on you,” you said with a shrug. “But you’re also annoying, so it balances out.”

The silence was deafening.

Someone dropped a fork.

Bakugo, smug grin now spreading slow and wide across his face, stood up from his chair and announced, “Cool. We’re dating now.”

“What—?” Kaminari choked.

“She literally just—”

Bakugo shrugged. “She said it. Can’t take it back. Quirk rules.”

You gave a happy little hum. “I would date you.”

“There. See?” He threw an arm around your shoulder and smirked at the room. “Mine now.”

You smiled and nuzzled into his arm like it was the most natural thing in the world.

---

The Next Morning.

You woke up in your dorm bed with a pounding headache and a foggy memory.

You trudged into the kitchen wearing your oversized hoodie and blinked sleepily when Bakugo handed you a mug of hot tea.

You took it. “Thanks…?”

He smirked and leaned down to kiss your forehead.

“Morning, girlfriend.”

You froze. “...What.”

“You don’t remember, do you?”

“What happened yesterday?”

“You told everyone the truth for twelve hours.”

You paled. “...Oh no. What did I say?”

Bakugo shrugged. “Called Deku annoying. Said Todoroki’s hot but emotionally dead. Told me you had a thing for me.”

Your eyes went wide. “I—WHAT?!”

Bakugo leaned on the counter, cocky grin in full force. “Too late, babe. You said you’d date me. I claimed you. You can’t unsay it.”

You opened your mouth to protest—but then paused.

He looked so damn pleased with himself.

“…You’re not wrong,” you muttered.

He grinned. “Thought so.”

---

Bonus:

You later found a list in your notes app titled “Quirk Day Chaos” that you apparently started, featuring:

Kaminari: “Spotify war criminal.”

Iida: “Talks like Microsoft Word reads aloud.”

Bakugo: “Infuriatingly hot. Unfair.”

You smiled down at it.