One Piece is Love, One Piece is Life

it’s bakugou, in black and white, unsmiling, eyes fierce.

you grab it and buy it. you’re sooooo going to use this to make fun of him later, when you clock in for your shift at the agency. he always said he’d never do one of these photo shoots—over his dead body.

true to form, he snaps and growls at you when you tease him, all bark and no bite, settling down into an annoyed simmer once you both head out on patrol.

it’s later, at home, when the magazine falls out of your bag while you’re cooking dinner that you actually take the time to look at his spread.

okay, so he’s hot. you’ve known that for a while now.

but maybe the bonk on the head you got while fighting on patrol today knocked some screws loose, because—because you can’t stop looking at him. at the photo of him in a black turtleneck, cloth tight around his biceps. at the photo of him shirtless, a peek of designer briefs over the waist of his pants.

dinner is a little burnt, that night.

when you come into work the next day, you can’t look at him without feeling flushed, overwhelmed, confused.

so you avoid him.

you switch patrol partners for the week, you stay away from the common areas, you sit far away from him during agency meetings and refuse to make eye contact.

it works, for a while. you figure you’re over your temporary break from reality after a week, so you let yourself use the break room to make yourself a much-needed cup of coffee. when the door opens behind you, you don’t pay it any mind, humming to yourself.

“what the hell’s your problem?” bakugou snarls, and you whirl around.

he’s got you backed up against the counter, arms braced on either side of you, before you can say a word.

this close, you can see the details of the scarring on his face, the length of his eyelashes, the vivid crimson of his eyes. the angry downturn of his lips.

horrifyingly, a fluttery feeling stirs in your stomach.

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“Alright,” Bakugou comments, lightly tapping your front door as you approach. “This is your place.”

“It is,” you confirm, a smile on your face as you remind him that it was the same apartment he’d picked you up from just a few hours ago. The reminder has him choking on air, and you lean back against your door as you watch him try to recover. 

It's funny, seeing this usually overconfident man all flustered and nervous just because you were smiling up at him. He’d said a few times that he didn’t do stuff like this, dating and getting to know people, so you appreciate that he was trying for you - as uncomfortable as it seemed to be for him. He fidgets a bit with his hands, fighting to bring his eyes back to yours as you wait patiently since it seemed like he wanted to do something. After a moment of staring, you turn to put your key in the lock, knowing that if you didn’t make a move you’d end up staring at him on your porch all night.  

“Well, hopefully we do this again sometime soon,” you comment, looking over your shoulder only to be surprised by the brush of his lips against your cheek as you turn. 

“I didn’t mean to be so close, you had something on your-“

You cut him off with a kiss, nothing glamorous but enough to get him to pause for just a moment. His palm is sweaty as it cups your chin, and you can tell that he’s not exactly sure what to do here but you’re hoping that this helps him eliminate whatever doubts he might’ve been having about your interest in spending time with him. 

“Don’t go around telling people I’m some nervous loser,” he requests as he pulls away, something that has you shaking your head as you turn the key fully to unlock your door. The guy would never change.

Your thoughts drift off to what your hero boyfriend’s day might be like. Surely, it’s more exciting than this.

Suddenly, a loud bang fills the room as Dynamite crashes through the wall and onto the middle of table of your meeting.

“Hey babe,” he says breathlessly a small smirk on his face. “How’s your day going?” he asks, sitting up and brushing the rubble off himself.

“Boring till now. How about you?” You ask an amused smile turning your lips, as a monstrous villain roars outside.

angel boyfriend shouto. 🥺 one of heaven’s strongest warriors. 🥺🥺🥺 older “brother” (they’re all brothers, really, in a vague sense but Touya was his image) lost. centuries ago, Shouto trained and trained to never be weak, to avenge the loss, to never allow it to happen again.

and then there’s a battle, a clash, and a demon with his brother’s eyes and teeth is there and laughing as he tears off his wings and sends him careening to Hell—

but it’s not the ocean of blood shouto was expecting when he opens his eyes, but the glossy store front of a store, and your concerned face, asking with a waver if he’s okay.

(he is and he isn’t and he’s incredibly beautiful and you—you have to help. he looks around at everything wide eyed, like it’s all alien to him, someone is going to take advantage of him if you just leave him—

so you don’t. and he stays. and he learns. and eventually he falls in love.

Katsuki’s voice admittedly catches you off guard since you’d been walking home together in a comfortable silence up to now, both still a bit tired from today’s demands of hero work. It’s direct, but he’s always careful with his tone, lowered and gentle as he slows your pace together to a standstill, keeping his grip on your hand tight to keep you in one place as he sidesteps you to what he calls the ‘right’ side of the sidewalk for him - 

The side that’s more dangerous. The side where you could trip and land face-first in the street, or get swiped by a car, or get splashed by a puddle or kidnapped by a villain intent on ruining his day or…

You laugh. 

“Katsuki, I know how to walk in a straight line,” you remind him. 

He shrugs.

“Feels better this way,” he insists. He readjusts the way his fingers feel interlaced with yours, then tugs gently.

“Let’s get you home, it’s late.”

He steps just a little closer to you, and as you continue your walk, your heart flutters, knowing that he is always by your side.

katsuki bakugou x fem!reader

“so fuckin’ pretty.”

When it comes to you, you really don’t have to do much to get katsuki’s full attention. He literally worships the ground you walk on and thinks you’re hot as hell.

All you were doing was sitting at your vanity putting on your skincare.

As you were applying your moisturizer you felt a strong pair of arms wrap around your shoulders.

“Katsukiiii…m’busy.” you giggled, trying to finish rubbing the moisturizer into your skin. He slowly removed his arms and you thought he moved over to the bed.

Not even a moment later when you finished your skin routine that same buff pair of arms hoisted you up from your chair and threw you onto your shared bed.

“Katsu!” you squealed with a laugh as you looked up at him from your spot underneath him.

“You were takin’ too long.” he mumbled.

Bakugou then craned his head down to your neck and started placing gentle kisses on the spot above your shoulder. He always knew how to make you melt with the smallest things.

Letting out a hum of approval, you bring your hand up to his blonde spiky hair and rake your nails through his scalp. Your boyfriend smirks against your neck and brings his kisses up to your lips.

You both exchanged some pecks and love sick smiles crept onto your faces as you gazed at each other.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you smiled softly as your hand still played with his hair.

“Love when you’re bare faced.”

“I look better with makeup on and my skin hasn’t been the best lately.” you replied shyly, tracing your face with your fingers.

“You look sexy with and without it. You’re still you and it’s fuckin’ perfect.”

Bakugou then started to press kisses on your face. Each one was more loving than the next and truthfully, you didn’t think you’d ever find a guy that would respect and love you as much Katsuki does.

You were quickly snapped out of your thoughts when you felt his lips against yours again. His hand moved down to grip your waist as the kiss grew more passionate.

When you both pulled away for air he placed his other hand on your side and gently rolled over so you were straddling him. Katsuki tucked some stray hair behind your ear and let his large hand cup your cheek as the other slid down to your thigh.

“How’d i get so lucky? my pretty girl.”

You smiled and leaned forward to kiss him again. When you eventually lowered down so your head could rest on his hard chest, his hand that was on your thigh started to slowly slide up and down your back as he whispered.

“my natural beauty.”

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