Bakugoxreader F/reader in mind

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The time was 7:20pm

The agency was set to close in 40 minutes but you were on night watch tonight. You sat mindlessly atop the building keeping an eye on the city below. Your quirk gave your senses enhancements so to say you could hear, see and smell a crime from above was not an understatement. The rest of your colleagues and most of the pros in the surrounding cities had requested this special night off to celebrate the congratulated no.2 pro hero shotou. Of course the reason was not stated to the public but you may have overheard your boss talking. However you were happy to be the honored sidekick to be left in charge while everyone was away, it wasn’t often you were given hefty or important jobs but tonight was your chance to prove how useful you can continue to be to everyone.

You even took some time out of your lunch earlier to cover some paper work that the oh so great dynamite hated doing.

You had seen a multitude of social media posts from the group dinner. All you could do was smile at how wholesome and happy every one seemed. I mean it’s not everyday you can catch up with the ones you grew up with so you were happy they could all meet up again- all of them together. You’d often over hear Bakugo speaking with Kirishima or even Midorya about how they wanted to see everyone again, it had been awhile. You’d also see how brooding bakugo would become when he hadn’t seen any updates about his friends in the polls. He was just a nosey but caring guy.

To be completely honest, you had grown completely fond of him. Not just as a boss or in the way he ran things; but in the way that he spoke to civilians and kids who had gotten hurt. Or his bluntness towards ridiculous reporters trying to fish for info; maybe even in the way he would smile and laugh when he was out on the field with some of his closest friends. There was so many things, big and small, that fed into this thought of how grateful you were to work here.. with him.

You couldn’t get overly carried away though, you still had a lot to learn. So much room to grow. And thinking of your boss in not so professional ways was not going to help aid that goal.

*ding*

Your phone had vibrated in your pocket and dinged. A notification.

You reached into your back pocket while trying to still keep an eye out on the streets below, the time was 7:45, meaning you had a bit left before you were assigned to street patrol. You took that thought and decided it wouldn’t hurt to see the noti.

*✔️k.dynamite posted to their story*

You assumed he was posting more of the dinner party, and as nosey as you accused him of being, you weren’t much better. You click his circle icon on instagram and are immediately met with shotou, midorya, and himself taking a group photo. Shotou is wearing a sweet bright smile and of course midorya is following up with the same cuteness. But bakugo is wearing a smug grin, his sharp canines making an appearance. In small texts he wrote “congrats icy hot”, a nickname you heard he gave him way back in high-school. You hadn’t noticed the smile you had on your face as you went to heart the story post. But before you could ponder any longer- you put your phone back and gather yourself to head down to start patrol.

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11:20

It was well late into the night now. Almost time to head back to the agency where Soon the over night patrol would be in to relieve you of your shift. The night wasn’t very active which was surprising to say the least. Some bar fights and kids messing around was all you had run into. Oh and one guy trying to break into a car but you got him handled nicely and escorted to the police. Now you were just walking back. Your hero suit made it difficult to find warmth in cold nights like these. Especially where you weren’t doing much, so you were left to be chilly. You held your self tight, mumbling small tasks you needed to do once you got back. Gotta finish the paper work, check in with the reports, clock out, clean the front, then leave to hopefully get some dinner. It may have seemed like alot but you’d most likely be home by 2 am which is actually earlier than you’d usual be out. You were a chronic over worker, but most sidekicks were; money won’t make it self right?

Finally you had made it back and had already begun your trot to your office (which was really an empty table in the meeting room.) you had worked through most of bakugo reports before you decided to start on your own.

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Katsuki’s pov-

Katsuki was gripping his steering wheel pretty tightly on his way back. Dinner was great, and his talk with midorya? Well not so great but he was happy to help him do something he had put off for so long. Kirishima being the bestie that he is, couldn’t let him live it down so he begrudgingly teased him all the way back. Despite all of that, he had a pretty good night. However he still had his own goals and priorities and thinking about what work he has left for him was driving him insane. He wouldn’t be able to sleep easy unless he had it done or at least a head-start.

With ease he drives himself to his agency. It was 1:26 am and he was set for work at 7am but that didn’t matter. He probably could just stay up and shower there if he really needed to. The street lights shower a soft glow on to his face as he wears a concerned expression. Not intentionally but no one was around anyway, so he didn’t mind. He was anxious . Not just about his agency or the left over reports he didn’t finish. But.. about you. He had made sure not to put too much stress on you so leaving you to be in charge while he was away was enough to have this man run back immediately. It’s not that he didn’t trust you. He just wanted you to be safe, and he would feel much better if he was around to insure that. He couldn’t exactly remember when he started to feel that way. It could have been as soon as you were recruited but he wasn’t going to waste his time thinking of trivial things.

He arrived back. Walking from his sleek black car to the entrance and he couldn’t help but feel strange. He walked in after placing scanning his badge at the door, allowing him personal access through security. Once he was in, he noticed your badge placed on the front desk where the secretary would be. He felt panic, why were you still here? Were you even here or did something happen to you? Did you forget your badge but then how would you have left? He quickly assessed the situation, and the only way your badge would still be here is if YOU were still in this building. With that thought he quickly marched his way towards your work area while also quickly checking every other room. He couldn’t believe you were still here. Over working your self like damn usual.

He finally saw your hunched figure, you seemed to be resting your head? No maybe looking at something? All his thoughts stopped as he heard your soft snoring and slow breathing. You were asleep. You were safe and sound sleeping in HIS agency. He didn’t even realize he was holding his breath until he let out a heavy sigh, thankful and worry free to see you. He walked over, and noticed you had completed his paper work while also checking yours.

“Tsk. Idiot” he mumbles to himself softly, trying not to wake you. He carefully grabs the papers and files from under you and Gently places them else where. After much thought, he decided on waking you up so you could get some sleep in the rest area or at least let him take you home. However, with every nudge and poke, you weren’t even stirring in the slightest. He couldn’t find the heart to try any further. So while it wasn’t the best idea, he pulled back your chair and carefully picked you up. Taking you back to his office where he has a couch. He would put anyone else on the coaches at the front or even on one the cots stored away. But he knew his couch was the comfiest as he had spent many nights there himself, you deserved some comfortable rest.

He placed you down gently, then covering you with one of his blankets stored away. It wasn’t big nor was it the best quality but it would do the job. With a sigh he decided to let you sleep while he finished up your reports since you’ve done all of his. Yours would probably be much easier anyway since you were just a rookie sidekick.

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He continued to type and write away, giving a soft melody to the air.

you could’ve slept for awhile longer if your senses hadn’t woke you up.

Shit! You thought to yourself, you fell asleep. But you were so warm, and your back fell on something soft.. weird.

You opened your eyes and understood now, you were lying on a couch. But who’s-

“You up now?” A grumbled voice speaks to you from behind a desk.

And it was none other than bakugo himself.

You quickly shot up fixing your hair and rubbing your eyes, trying to regain any sort of composure possible in this moment.

“Dynamite sir, I’m so sorry!”

“ idiot. Listen don’t apologize, you had a long night so just” he pauses for a moment and looks up at you. “Go home and get some rest.”

“But sir- I haven’t finished my reports.” You got up to gather your files.

“I already did them. You’re fine now go. And I’m taking you off of patrol tonight, so no excuses.” He said in his usual bossy tone.

“Wait why? I can still work or is this a punishment? I’m really sorry- I.. wait what do you mean by excuses?” You stammer over your words before questioning the blonde.

“You have no excuse not to comeback 100%. I’m giving you the day off so shut up and please just go.” It was way too damn early to be dealing with all of your questions let alone trying to get you to go home and take care of yourself. You were stressing this poor man out.

“Oh. I see, well um” you put your hand behind your head nervously before finally deciding it’s better to actually just go.

“Thank you for letting me sleep here. I promise it won’t happen again.” You tend to make false promises, especially when it came to your overworking habits.

“You better mean that, or I’ll kick your ass. Got it?” He barks at you. Only because he cares so much. He wanted you to care too.

“Got it.” You chuckles softly and you couldn’t help but hope to actually keep this promise. You share a small moment of contact with the blonde. His red eyes staring right into you, as if reading your mind. You shake the feeling and turn to head out.

“Have a good day then dynamite.” You begin to head out.

“Just call me katsuki. When we’re off duty.” He says casually but the small tint of pink on his cheeks tells you he was nervous to say that.

Alright then

“I’ll see you later. Katsuki.” You say his name softly, almost like a whisper before finally leaving for the day.

The time was 6:45am and you were getting ready for bed in your own home. You knew you’d be falling asleep thinking of him. Not the pro hero dynamite, but Katsuki Bakugou. The off duty hero who has your heart in a choke hold.

It has been so long since I’ve written for Bakugo, but I’ve never posted him on here so :) glad I finally did. He’s my fav so maybe I’ll post more of him <3

Note- My first HSR post, because I’m back in my gathca phase maybe I’ll start writing more instead of reading.

cw// None, fluff

an// Bladey’s banner is out tomorrow and I’ve waited sooo long. So he will come home even though I’m at 0 pitty.

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“Come Home, Blade.”

(A wish turned into a whisper, a whisper turned into fate.)

You sat cross-legged in bed, phone glowing dimly in your hands, the pre-download page open, Blade’s banner shimmering like a promise waiting to be fulfilled.

Your blanket was wrapped around your shoulders like a cape. Snacks scattered across your desk. A candle flickered softly on your nightstand, casting shadows on your Blade art prints taped to the wall-each one lovingly arranged, just in case he needed to see how much you cared.

Midnight would be soon. Your rolls would be ready.

Your heart pounded like thunderclouds in your chest.

“Okay,” you whispered aloud, exhaling like you were about to summon a miracle. “Blade… if you’re listening. Please come home.”

You pressed your palms together like a prayer, glancing up as if the stars themselves might carry your voice.

“I don’t just want you because you’re powerful or cool-even though you are, obviously,” you added quickly, as if afraid he might take offense. “But I want you. The part of you no one sees. The part that’s quiet. Wounded. The part that just wants to be held. I’ll hold it. I swear I will.”

The candle flickered.

You giggled nervously and looked down. “I have a cozy team ready. Jing Yuan and Dan Heng already agreed to be chill about it. We cleared room. There’s tea. Fluff. Safety. I made you a spot, Blade.”

You pointed to your display shelf where a tiny plush Blade sat between two flower-shaped lights.

“There’s a home here for you. I don’t care how many rolls it takes. You’re worth every one.”

Silence answered you. But it didn’t feel cold.

You glanced at your phone, heart fluttering. “Come home, okay? If you’re tired of running, if you’re tired of bleeding, if you just want a place to rest… you can rest with me.”

And though there was no reply-no message, no sign-

you could’ve sworn the candlelight danced just a little brighter.

Like something far, far away had heard you.

And maybe, just maybe… was coming home.

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If He Does Come Home Tomorrow

You scream. Cry. Possibly knock over a drink.

Then you press your screen to your heart, trembling.

“You came home.”

And somewhere, in the smallest corner of the universe,

a soul once thought lost whispers back—

“I always was.”

//please manifest he comes home//