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this is my first bakugou katsuki x oc short fic, i hope you all love it

Katsuki Bakugou was not having a good day.

The grenade gauntlet he’d damaged during a recent training session was still out of commission, and Power Loader had insisted he work directly with one of the 1-H Support Course students to fix it. Bakugou didn’t usually care who touched his gear—so long as they didn’t screw it up—but today, he was irritable, and he didn’t feel like making small talk with some tech geek who didn’t know how to handle his explosive specs.

He stormed into the support lab, expecting noise, sparks, and chatter.

What he found instead was her.

A girl sitting quietly at a workbench, her delicate butterfly wings faintly glowing in the afternoon sunlight that streamed through the high windows. They fluttered once—just slightly—when she noticed him. She didn’t say anything right away, just gave him a tiny nod and motioned for him to sit.

“…Are you the one fixing my gear?” he asked gruffly.

She nodded again. “Yes. I’m Kanon Hibari. I specialize in lightweight materials and shock absorption.”

Her voice was soft, like the whisper of wind over petals. It didn't match the blast-heavy, aggressive tone of Bakugou's usual world—but oddly, it didn’t irritate him. He narrowed his eyes. She looked like she belonged in a garden, not a workshop. The pastel shimmer of her wings pulsed gently as she pulled his gauntlet toward her.

“You’re quieter than most of the support geeks,” he muttered, trying not to sound like he was complimenting her.

“I don’t like loud things,” she said simply. “But… I’m not afraid of them.”

Bakugou blinked. That was the first time someone hadn’t flinched at his presence—or at least his reputation. He watched her as she worked, her fingers gliding over the metallic surface like she was tuning a delicate instrument. Her wings twitched now and then in concentration, tiny flecks of color floating off like dust motes.

“…That your Quirk?” he asked after a while, nodding to the shimmering particles.

She glanced at her wings. “Yes. Butterfly Wings. They react to emotions and light. I can use them to glide, and the scales have calming properties when I focus.”

Calming. That explained why he didn’t feel like yelling for once.

Kanon glanced up. “Your gauntlet had a misaligned compression valve. I reinforced the chamber with a fiber weave to stabilize the recoil.”

Bakugou whistled low. “Tch. Not bad.”

A faint blush rose to her cheeks. “Thank you.”

He leaned forward, eyeing her wings more closely. “They real?”

“They grow from my back, yes,” she said shyly, turning slightly so he could see the base. “They molt sometimes. Like real butterflies.”

Something flickered in his chest—surprise? Amusement? He didn’t know. All he knew was that, for once, he didn’t want to storm out the second the job was done.

“You ever think about making gear with those scales?” he asked.

“I do. I’ve been experimenting with integrating them into dampeners and rescue support items.” She looked at him, eyes soft. “Would you… like some? For your gloves, maybe? They might help stabilize the sparks before detonation.”

Bakugou stared at her, then barked a short laugh. “You’re a strange one, Hibari.”

She smiled a little. “I get that a lot.”

As she handed him the newly repaired gauntlet, their fingers brushed. Her wings fluttered gently—just once—and Bakugou, who never cared much for softness, found himself lingering in the quiet air between them.

He didn’t say thank you. Not out loud.

But as he walked away, the faint shimmer of butterfly dust trailed behind him.

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not proofread so sorry if there's any mistakes

Tony was going to throw his newest project through a window. He could've sworn his sweater was right here hanging over the back of the comfy chair in his room but now it's no where to be seen. It was one of his favorites, an old MIT sweatshirt that he bought one day when the wind picked up a little too much and he'd forgotten one at home. It was gray and soft and comfortable and no where to be seen! He'd wanted to wear it while he tinkered because well...it was his favorite but he can't find it anywhere.

He's searched his bed, the closet, under his bed, the common room, kitchen, hell even the laundry room which he's never stepped foot into before and he just can't find it. It was starting to frustrate him, he could feel the vein in his forehead throbbing and jaw clenching in annoyance. He checked all these places multiple times in hopes the sweater would magically appear but it never did. When it was no where to be seen, he went to his housemates and asked if it'd been seen only to come up empty handed again. Eventually he gives up with a frown and tugs on another MIT sweater that was slightly less comfortable and made his way down to his lab.

He spends hours downstairs like always snd it isn't until his throat is scratchy and mouth dry that he decided to stop working to grab some water. He rubs the dirt off onto a rag and tossed it onto his desk before making his way upstairs. He found many of the avengers sitting there chatting and he smiled only slightly, this was always a life he kinda hoped to have.

He grabs his water and chats with the avengers for a good while, enjoying the company more than he'll ever admit before bidding his goodbye to disappear into his lab again. He puts in the code and pushed opened the door to find his cute boyfriend sitting cross cross apple sauce in a chair that spins, hunched over one of the side desks Tony lets him use staring at what looked like a bunch of textbooks and his hand moved as he wrote notes onto his notebook.

Tony paused at the door and took in the sight, he looked adorable right now. His hair was slightly messed up and lips plump from being bitten from studying and he wore black shorts that sat too short and a gray sweater with an embroidered MIT logo on the shoulder--wait was that his sweater? The sweater he had been looking for this entire morning. Peter had taken it this whole time? Well Tony has to admit that he looked so good in it. It sat a little baggy on him, hanging off his shoulder and exposing that creamy pale skin.

"Is that my sweater?" Tony asks aloud before he can stop himself and Peter visibly jumps at the sudden voice. He whips his head around and blinks once then twice and then he laughs softly, "Yeah, all mine were dirty so I stole yours for the day." He sets his pencil down and turns the chair around to fully look at Tony which only caused the older man to shut down. He looked so good right now. The sweater covered most of the shorts, drawing more attention to those beautiful legs. The sleeves of the sweater went over the boys fingers and his collar bones peaked out almost teasing him to do something, "Is that okay? Or did you need it?" Peter asked sweetly.

Tony stared for a beat longer before he finally snapped out of his trance, "No-No! I was just looking for it earlier. Is all." He said and finally stepped into the lab fully and shut the door behind him, "Looks good on you, Pete." He compliments easily but his eyes never leave the others figure. This wasn't the first time he's seen Peter in his clothes but there's was something about this sweater that was driving him mad. Maybe it was the way it hung off his body, begging him to reach out and touch.

Peter, the sweet boy, smiles prettily, "I can give it back!" He reassured and Tony was quick to shake his head rapidly, "I already found a new one to wear today." He walked closer to Peter and stood in front of the chair the boy sat on, "Plus, you look good in it." He leaned down and placed his hands onto the armrests of the chair, getting up into Peters personal space.

The youngers cheeks bloomed pink at the words and a giggle left his lips, "Why thank you." He tilts his head up and their lips press together in a soft kiss. His hands move up and wrap around the older man's neck as they kissed gently. Tony's hands moved from the rests to Peters thighs, thumbs tracing circles onto the flesh. His hands moved higher and higher until his fingers were peaking under the shorts. A gentle inhale in heard given by Peter at the touch and he is more than happy to allow it. He pressed their lips together rougher, deepening the kiss eagerly. He was more than happy to take a break from studying to make out with his hot boyfriend.

Their tongues glided together and a soft moan left Peters lips and Tony smiled into the kiss, his boy was so cute. They pull away after many long moments of enjoying each others lips and Tony's lips trailed down Peters neck, slowly kissing the skin and Peter hummed contently another happy moan falling from his lips. One of Peters hands slid to the back of Tony's head and played with the hair there, fingers twirling the locks as his eyes fluttered closed.

Tony placed wet kisses over the column of his neck and fingers stayed tucked into the bottom of Peters shorts, thumbs stroking his inner thigh softly. His kisses slowly became less and less sloppy until he was just placing gentle pecks. He trailed them up his neck then to his jawline, next his cheek until he was placing soft pecks to Peters lips. He pulled back slowly, "I love you, y'know." He whispers softly.