Siocai

A collection of little worlds that all began with once upon a time.

EᑎᑕᕼᗩᑎTEᗪ

✎ᝰ. Once upon a time… Among forced laughter and fake smiles, you find yourself enchanted by a blonde, explosive hero who showed you that there are still those who will see you for who you are, instead of just a beautiful face.

ᗰᖇᔕ. ᗷᗩKᑌ- KEᑎᑎEᗪY?!

✎ᝰ. Once upon a time… Katsuki Bakugo lives through the worst day of his entire life as his girlfriend chooses Leon Kennedy over him!

ᖇᑌIᑎ TᕼE ᖴᖇIEᑎᔕᕼIᑭ

✎ᝰ. Once upon a time… You wonder what it means to be in love, and you end up finding the meaning through the experiences you shared with a certain hot-headed classmate of yours

ᑕᑌᑭIᗪ - mini series

Prologue Chapter 1

Shoto Todoroki.

The perfect man, the one who ranked first place in “Who do you think is the best hero boyfriend?”

With his sensible nature and jaw-dropping looks, it was no wonder that all your single friends jokingly say how jealous they are that you managed to score the nation’s prince. 

“Girl! You have to share your prayers, word for word!” One of them would say with a grin, nudging you with an elbow as the rest laughed.

“Yeah! Do you know how millions of people would kill to be in your place right now?! Teen girls, Aunties, Grandmas, all of them always mourn the fact that Shoto isn’t single anymore!”

You smile, trying your best to look proud, that maybe the more you listen to them, the more you can fool yourself into believing that this is all you could ever ask for. “It just happened naturally,” you say, taking a sip of your wine glass, the taste masking the uncertainty brewing inside you. Your friends groan in response, their playful exasperation echoing your own inner turmoil.

A gentle hand rests on your shoulder, a comforting gesture you’re still learning to accept. You can almost sense the smile before feeling the soft brush of his lips against your cheek, eliciting delighted squeals from the table. You don’t need to look; you know it’s him.

“Hello, beautiful.” Shoto’s smile is disarming, but the words feel hollow as he takes the seat beside you, bowing respectfully to your friends. They chat easily, their laughter cascading around you, and you lean back, trying to force your heart to flutter like every other woman does when they’re in Shoto’s presence.

You find yourself drinking more than necessary when the restaurant’s TV shared the latest news about Dynamight’s successful hero mission.

“Kats?” You poke his arm gently, hesitant, teeth worrying your lower lip. “Kats, I know we said we’d keep this quiet, but… do you think I could introduce you to my friends? I mean, Kiri and the others already know me, so…”

Crimson eyes snap toward you, tired, heavy, and already mildly irritated. He exhales sharply through his nose,  “This again?” His voice is rough, edged. “We already talked about this, didn’t we?”

You shrink a little under his stare, but you push through. “Yeah, but–”

“Sweets, you know that the only reason they found out was ‘cause those damn idiots went snooping through my phone,” he cuts in, clicking his tongue. “Not ‘cause I wanted them to.”

You flinch, opening your mouth again to retort until he rises a bit, resting on his elbows with a sharper stare. “Still, it’s better than your friends finding out, because at least the idiots are heroes. Use your head. What happens when one of your friends slips up, huh? When word gets out, you think villains won’t latch onto that?” His jaw tightens. “You’d have a target painted on your back.”

“But they won’t!” you insist, voice rising despite yourself. “I trust them. I know them, Katsuki, they’re not just going to gossip to news channels–”

“Yeah? And what if you’re wrong?” he snaps, louder now. “What if just one mistake–”

“They’re not mistakes, they’re my friends!” 

“--is all it takes to get you hurt?!”

The room falls silent. You look down with your brows furrowed, realizing that all you do these days is argue and cut each other off with your own sets of beliefs clashing. 

His chest rises and falls once, twice. Then he drags a hand down his face with a frustrated groan.

“Tch. Not doing this right now.” He turns away, already lying back down. “We’ll talk tomorrow. I’m exhausted.”

Your heart drops.

“Katsuki…”

“I said tomorrow,” he mutters, eyes already closing. “Go to sleep.”

The problem is you can’t, or rather, you don’t.

Because something about the way he said it, so dismissively, sits heavy in your chest. You stare at his toned back, waiting to see if he might do anything else. 

He doesn’t turn around.

“Katsuki.”

No response.

“Katsuki,” you repeat, sharper this time.

A groan. “What now?”

“You can’t just shut me down like that.”

“I’m not”

“You are.” Frustration bubbling over, “Every time I bring this up, you just brush me off like it doesn’t matter.”

He rolls onto his back, scowl immediate. You can see how tired he is, eye bags forming under his eyes from how busy he’s getting ever since he started building his own agency. “It does matter! That’s why I keep saying no.”

“You’re avoiding it all the time!” Your voice cracks. “You don’t even try to understand why it matters to me!”

“I do understand!” he fires back, sitting up again. “You want your little perfect world where everyone gets along, and nothing goes wrong, guess what? That’s not how this works!”

“That’s not fair! I’m not asking to tell the world, just the people close to me!”

“What’s not fair is you asking me to risk you like that!”

“I’m not something you need to control, Katsuki! I can handle myself! What I can’t handle is you acting like- l-like you’re ashamed that I’m not a hero!”

“What I can’t handle is you not seeing the bigger picture! I’m not letting you get yourself killed just because you’re too damn stubborn to think about the consequences!”

The words hit harder than you expect. Your throat tightens.

“Fine,” you whisper, voice suddenly small. “Whatever”

You don’t wait for a response.

You grab a blanket and walk out, settling onto the couch with stiff movements, back turned to the hallway.

You sniffle to yourself, trying to rub your tears as you set up pillows around the couch.

“…Oi.” Slow footsteps enter the living room, hesitant.

You don’t answer.

Another pause.

Then you feel your boyfriend’s battle-hardened arms wrap around your waist from behind you. “…Don’t sleep out here. You’ll mess up your back or some shit.”

You let out a quiet, humorless huff. “Oh yeah, because I’m sooo stubborn that I can’t think for myself, right?”

Silence again.

Then, quieter this time, “…I didn’t mean that.”

You blink.

“I’m not trying to control you,” he mutters, voice rougher now, not angry, just… strained. “Damn it. One of the things I love about you is how independent you are, so I- fuck- I didn’t mean what I said earlier.”

You finally turn your head slightly. His chin rests on your shoulders, and he squeezes you just a bit tighter.

“I just…” he exhales sharply. “I can’t risk you. Not like that.”

Your chest aches. “Katsuki…”

“I’m serious,” he continues, more firmly now, finally glancing at you. “I’m still building my name. Still trying to get stronger after what happened in the war. There are people out there who’d jump at any weakness.” His jaw tightens. “And you? You’d be the easiest way to get to me.”

The words aren’t harsh this time. They’re honest.

“I hate having to be a secret,” you admit softly. You hate that loving him is messy, a rollercoaster where you’re angry at first, then your heart flutters at the next.

These late-night arguments that ended with your name on his lips like a curse and a prayer at the same time.

“Yeah. Me too.” he whispers to you back. “…We can tell them. One day.” His eyes flick away again, like even that promise feels too vulnerable. “Just, not now. Not until I know for sure I can keep you safe.”

You study him. You never knew you could feel this much for someone.

“Okay,” you whisper.

He exhales, tension easing just a bit, and he offers a little grin. “Good.” Katsuki breaks the tension by making you squeal when he carries you bridal style back to the bed, with you hanging on to his promise that he’ll soon meet your friends.

But he never got to meet them.

Because somewhere between “not now” and “one day,” both of you ran out of time.

“Dear?”

The voice is soft, warm in a way that doesn’t demand. You ignore the way your heart yearned for the voice to be gruff, a raspy voice you used to wake up to every day.

Eyes blinking rapidly, you try to remove the thoughts of your ex-boyfriend. Your chest rises with a quiet breath as you shake your head, grounding yourself back into the present.

“I’m here,” you say, turning toward him with a small, practiced smile.

Shoto is standing a few steps away, hands relaxed at his sides, watching you with that same calm attentiveness. He doesn’t ask what you were thinking about. He never does. Not unless you offer it first.

And you don’t.

Because how can you tell him that when you gaze into his heterochromatic eyes, you wish it were the same shade of crimson as the man you can never seem to forget?

Sometimes, your heart aches in guilt, knowing that no matter how long it has been, no matter how much love Shoto has to offer, you can never truly love him as much as he loves you.

You believe that one of your biggest regrets, aside from letting Katsuki Bakugo go, is stepping into Shoto Todoroki’s life when you met him on a night you weren’t supposed to belong in.

Two years ago, you could still recall how it had taken more effort than you’d ever admit out loud. Calling in favors, leaning on connections, dressing yourself in something just convincing enough to pass among people far more important than you. All for one reason.

To watch from afar.

To see, with your own eyes, the life he built without you.

The award show was grand, too bright, too polished, filled with cameras and voices and people who looked like they had always belonged there. Pro heroes lined the front rows, their names spoken with reverence, their achievements displayed like trophies for the world to admire.

You remember how your first thought was Katsuki, it always was, since you know how much he hates these things. The way people treat heroes as artists rather than the protectors they worked hard to be.

Either way, you weren’t one of them. When it took you months to try every single trick in the book to be accepted into this venue, the others had the organizations begging for attendance.

And then…

His name was called.

For a moment, the world seemed to narrow into something small and suffocating as you watched him step into the light. Taller. Broader. Stronger. His presence alone commanded the room, just like it always had.

Katsuki Bakugo.

At the top.

You clapped along with the rest of the audience. Your heart swelled in pride and happiness that he finally built his hero agency and is now rising faster to the top. Just like how he always dreamt of.

But it was tangled with something else, something heavier and quieter.

This life… that version of him… it didn’t have you in it anymore. You aren’t there anymore to hear his thoughts, and you won’t get to see the little soft pout in his lips when he gets frustrated. 

You’re not his anymore. And he’s not yours.

You don’t realize that your body moved in autopilot, and you’re outside of the venue with tears brimming in your eyes, internally berating yourself and regretting ever coming here until-

“Are you alright?”

The voice beside you was calm, low, almost blending into the background.

You turned, slightly startled.

Heterochromatic eyes met yours, looking over at you curiously.

“Todoroki Shoto,” he said simply, like introductions didn’t need anything more.

You blinked, caught off guard. You vaguely knew him as one of Katsuki’s old classmates. “Oh- I-I’m fine- sorry you had to see that.” Clearing your throat, your fingers reached to dab your eyes and make sure you did not look like a crazy woman hanging around the vicinity.

He studied you for a second longer, head tilted just a bit, like he wanted to say more. You thought that would be the last time you saw him, and you didn't wait to hear his words as you hurried away with embarrassment. 

You saw him again a few weeks later, by coincidence. A quiet café. Then another time, passing by the same street. Conversations that started short, then slowly stretched longer, until it has now been two years of you both knowing one another. Two years of never telling him that you were once Bakugo’s.

Six months since he confessed, and you finally became his. 

You noticed how he always respects your space. Never pushes, never forces, never says anything when you say you don’t want to talk about it.

He never makes you wait.

When he says he’ll be there, he is. When he says he’ll call, he does. Every time, without fail.

There are no raised voices. No slammed doors. No words that linger after they’ve been said.

He fits into your life so seamlessly that it almost scares you. He’s close to your mother, speaking with a quiet politeness that makes her trust him without hesitation. He talks business with your father, composed and thoughtful, earning respect in ways that don’t need to be loud.

You watched how enamored your parents are with your boyfriend, yet all you can think of is how they never got to meet the first man who stole your heart.

He’s charming in a way that doesn’t feel forced.

Endearing without trying. He looked for the definition of what a perfect boyfriend is, and decided to become that. And you tell yourself that this is what love is supposed to be. You can see yourself living an easy life as long as you stayed in his side. 

With Shoto, nothing ever pushes.

He supports you in everything you do, but from a distance that feels almost… hands-off. If you doubt yourself, he reassures you; never does he challenge you. If you settle, he lets you. If you choose the safer path, he doesn’t question it. When you say you want to give up on something, he merely shrugs and nods along.

“I don’t think I can do this,” you mutter one evening, dropping onto the couch with a heavy sigh.

Shoto glances up from his notebook, calm as ever. “Then don’t. You don’t have to,” he says softly, voice steady.

“I know… it’s just frustrating,” you admit, running a hand through your hair. “I wanted to make it work, but I keep hitting a wall.”

His stare remained soft as he flipped another page, “Maybe you’re looking at it the wrong way, dearest. Or maybe this just isn’t the right time. There’s no shame in stepping back. You’ll figure it out when you’re ready.” he shrugs.

And just like that, the conversation ends. No pressure. No urging. You looked at him in shock at how easy he made it seem to be.

Katsuki never lets you stay still.

He was frustrating like that. Always pointing things out, always pushing, always expecting something greater from you, even when you couldn’t see it yourself. It used to feel like pressure, like you were constantly being challenged, constantly being told you weren’t trying hard enough.

“Quit holding back,” he’d snap, eyes sharp, voice rough but certain. “You’ve got more in you than that. So stop acting like you don’t.”

It annoyed you. Until two years after your breakup, did you realize his actions meant that he was paying attention, watching closely enough to notice where you were falling short and refusing to let you stay there.

With him, you couldn’t hide behind “good enough”, not when he believes, no, he knows you can do better. Katsuki lets you develop parts of yourself that you never knew existed.

And then there are the quiet lies. “I’m fine.” That isn’t really true. Once you say that to Shoto, that’s where the conversation ends.

He might pause for a second, maybe glance at you like he’s thinking. However, just like your first meeting, he accepts your words. Moves on even when it was clear you were feeling the opposite.

He doesn’t want to push you into something you’re not willing to share.

“You don’t really want to talk about it, do you?” he asks softly.

“I’m fine,” you reply, forcing a small smile.

Shoto nods once, calm and steady. “Okay. If you say so. You don’t have to say anything.” He kisses your forehead as a silent gesture of comfort before leaving the room to give you space in whatever it is that's bothering you.

Katsuki never gave you that option.

“You’re not fine,” he’d say immediately, like it was obvious. 

You would huff, crossing your arms and turning away from him with an angry pout, concealing your sniffles, “I am!”

“Yeah? Then why do you look like that?”

You’d roll your eyes, try to brush him off, and tell him to drop it.

He never did. He’d stay, hovering, annoying, stubbornly present until you cracked. He won’t move on until he’s one hundred percent sure that you aren’t crying like a baby.

“Just say it already,” he’d mutter, sitting beside you. “You think I’m just gonna let you sit there like that?”

And no matter how much you resisted, he always dragged the truth out of you. He’ll lend you an ear if you want, or give you solutions if you ask. Either way, his fiery personality lets him be glued to your side.

It’s in the next month that Shoto leads you through the swirl of flashing cameras and reporters, his hand steady on your back as he introduces you with that quiet, effortless charm he always carries. You smile at the lenses, the perfect public partner, but it’s a lie. He can’t see the smile you’re faking, how you wish to be anywhere but there. You feel sick, like this isn’t how it’s supposed to be. You don’t feel anything but dread, and it seems like Shoto isn’t noticing it anytime soon.

“Dynamight! Dynamight look here!”

The second you heard that, it felt like the world gained its color again. There he is, Katsuki fucking Bakugo. Crimson eyes meet yours, and suddenly your chest tightens, pulse races the way it used to in reckless, stormy nights. You remember what it felt like to be seen, really seen. To belong in the chaos. He still stares at you as if you’re the only one worthy of his gaze, and you’re still fluent in understanding the words he wants to convey with his eyes, the apology, regret, and yearning all in one.

But then you turn, and Shoto’s calm presence anchors the other side of your chest. His eyes are steady, patient, full of quiet understanding, and the kind of patience that Katsuki never offered. Shoto gives you a space to stand beside him as an equal, letting the world know that his heart is for you.

And there you are, caught between the two different types of love they offer. The question is, who would your heart follow?

⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔ 

A/N: Ack i wanted to keep it as similar to the song as possible, but also wanted to show that both guys have their good and bad (｡ᵕ ◞ _◟). Let me know who Reader should end up with!!

He should’ve known the peace and quiet earlier was a calm before the storm. Patrol was too easy, nothing was going on, and it seemed like the villains took a rest day today. Usually, Bakugo would groan at how ‘boring’ it was, but tonight would be the monthly reunion of class A, and as much as he tried to say he didn’t give a rat’s ass about them, everyone, including himself, knew that it was just a lie.

Technically, this whole situation was his fault.

If he hadn’t let his guard down at the end of his shift, if he’d been paying attention like he always did, he would’ve noticed the crying kid before they slammed straight into him.

“Damn brat,” he muttered under his breath, dragging a hand down his face.

Twenty-four hours.

That’s how long it would last, according to their guardian. Twenty-four hours of hearing every single unfiltered thought from anyone nearby. He can barely mentally prepare himself for the torture later on in the reunion.

He knows those extras. Lived with them for three years, for goodness sake. With the current ability to hear everyone’s thoughts, he can bet his entire hero license that this shit will be pure torture. Bakugo does not want to hear what they are internally thinking. Suddenly, he makes a face and cringes at the thought of having to hear one massively perverted grape head’s inner thoughts.

He physically shuddered. “Fuckin’ hell” 

For a second, Bakugo genuinely considered turning his car around. It’s still 5 minutes before the destination, no one will know if I just swerved and booked it. 

Maybe if he were more rational, or maybe if this were another universe, he would not even think about attending tonight’s reunion. Bakugo wouldn’t have parked, checked his car’s mirror to see if he looked presentable, and even calmed his heart a bit as he stepped outside.

He wasn’t stupid. He is aware of the chaos it’ll bring to put himself in a crowd as energetic as his past classmates. Bakugo can already hear the mix of voices and inner thoughts as he steps closer and opens the door to the private restaurant.

As much as he’d rather fight All for One all over again than read everyone’s minds, he knew he couldn’t miss the reunion….

His red eyes immediately scanned the room, eyes focused on one particular person.

Because.. you’d be here.

His reaction was almost automatic. Breath hitching from how casually beautiful you are. You sat by one of the corners, chatting with the others with a barely-there smile on your face. You weren’t in the center of attention, you dressed simply, and yet.. You stood out. You always did, at least to him.

There was always something about you that pulled him in every time. Fuck, scratch that last thought.

You weren’t just beautiful; that word didn’t even cover it.

You looked perfect. And he can’t hate how easily that thought came to him because it was the same thing he always described you as, ever since the second year. 

He cleared his throat, trying to stop from ogling you. You might call him a weirdo or a creep. Both of you were never that close, and your nonchalance rivaled that of the half-and-half bastard.

From what he heard, Todoroki himself had even become more extroverted, but you were still infamous for your poker face. God, is it hot in here, or are you the one that’s hot-

‘Shit, he looks so good.’

His head immediately snapped back up. He doesn’t care about all the other inner thoughts he can hear, because he knows your voice. And you just said some asswipe looks good..?! He takes a very tiny glance at you, then nearly explodes the entire room when he sees you idly twirling your cup while talking to icy-hot.

What the crap?! He can feel his heart shatter almost immediately. Were you not into the 'opposites attract' trope? Did you want a silent and chill type? Is that it? 

Bakugo’s gaze followed Todoroki as his attention quietly drifted to his phone. With practiced ease, Todoroki excused himself, muttering something polite before stepping aside to answer a call, completely composed as always.

‘Oh my god, oh my god, is he staring at me?! I feel like he’s staring. Shoots, is my lip gloss smudged? Oh lord-’

Hn. If he weren’t so heartbroken, Bakugo would have cuteness aggression at how high-pitched and squeaky your inner thoughts are. Although… He doesn’t mean to be a hater, trust he will never be, if it's you  but aren’t you… kinda delusional? Todoroki just started looking at his phone, what do you mean, ‘is he staring at me?’

He crossed his arms, his sleeves riding up just enough to expose the tense flex of muscle beneath as he continued to watch you. His gaze stayed sharp, lingering longer than it should, like he was trying to piece something together. Both your gazes met before you swiftly looked away again, expression still passive.

Across from you, Todoroki was as composed as ever, jacket already slipped on, the fabric settling neatly over his shoulders. He offered you a small, polite smile, bowing slightly like a quiet farewell, as if he was just about to excuse himself and leave you alone.

‘Fuck! His arms look so delicious. I wonder what it’s like to bite it? It should be illegal to look that good.’

Okay… Bakugo is now gripping his skin in sheer jealousy. He wants to have a sports festival rematch with Todoroki right-fucking-now. Does he not know how lucky he is to have someone as amazing as you be head over heels for him?

But then he stopped. Damn… You really are delusional! Icy hot already wore a jacket, and now you’re fawning over arms? 

Whatever, he is still seething, Lucky bastard! I’m going to kill you the moment we’re paired in patrol! 

“Yo, Kats! Why didn’t you go over to us?” Kirishima’s loud ass voice cut through the air, slapping him in the back with the iconic toothy grin. Bakugo turned, ‘My best bro was making heart eyes at (Y/N) again! I should really try and think of how to be a wingman-’

Was he really that obvious?! Bakugo clicked his tongue “Tsk, don’t just come up behind me like that, shitty hair!”

Kirishima only laughed, completely unfazed, already grabbing Bakugo by the arm and steering him to another side of the room. “C’mon man, everyone’s over there! You can’t just stand there forever!”

‘No, don’t leave yet!’ Bakugo resisted for half a second, turning back to look at you. You still looked completely unbothered, casually adjusting your clothes and bidding Todoroki goodbye. 

Oh, of course. You were thinking that about Icy-Hot.

His jaw tightened. Maybe he really shouldn’t have attended the reunion. Because now, not only will he be going to the heart of all chaos as Kirishima dragged him, but he will also be leaving with a heart completely broken from unrequited love.

A few hours passed in a blur. Bakugo sat near the edge of the table, shoulders tense, jaw tight, gripping the edge of his chair. The room was loud. everyone laughing, joking, and chatting, but that wasn’t the worst part. It wasn’t the clinking of glasses or the occasional shout. It was their thoughts, relentless and impossible to ignore.

Every laugh, every word, every quiet chuckle seemed to come with a stream of mental noise he couldn’t switch off. It was like static crackling in his head, overlapping, jumbled, constantly demanding his attention. 

Minutes stretched, the reunion winding down, people gathering their things and saying their goodbyes. Chairs scraped, and conversations tapered, but the mental noise didn’t ease. It pressed at him, buzzing, demanding, teasing. He let out a low growl, shoving his hands into his pockets and tugging at his collar, every nerve on edge. He flexed his fingers until his knuckles ached, trying to keep the irritation from spilling over. Even when he stole a glance your way, calm and composed as ever, he can only remember the way his chest tightened in sadness.

When it was finally a good time to leave, he stood up, bidding half-assed goodbyes to his friends.

His heart felt heavy, and he can barely drag his feet to his car, wallowing in self-depracation. Why did he ever think he had a chance? You deserve someone better. Someone in the top 3’s. You deserve someone who isn’t a coward like him, waiting until it was too late.

‘He looks so handsome…’

Bakugo felt his body twitch. Was that your voice? He turned around, and saw you. You were leaning against one of the pillars, looking indifferent to everything.

Was he hallucinating?

‘Oh my God I didn’t expect him to turn around, oh Lord help me he looks way too good. This is so unfair. I wanna say hi. Or hello. Wait stop that’s the same thing-’

Ba-dump! Ba-dump!

Were you… Talking about him? All this time?

He suddenly has to urge to twirl around the parking lot, jumping and dancing with happiness. Holy fuck, you’re talking about him?!

Shit, Katsuki, act natural!

“Oi, glitter eyes,” he calls you glitter eyes because it always feels like your eyes put the stars to shame, twinkling in a way that makes him want to make his favorite color the same shade as your irises. 

‘His voice is so hot- Wait! No way! He’s talking to me?!

Fuck. He bit back a giddy smile. You were thinking about him all this time!

“Me?” you quirked a brow, tilting your head ever so slightly as if you weren’t dying in your internal thoughts. Your eyes met his briefly, calm and unshaken. If he weren’t hit with the quirk, he would’ve fallen for your acting. 

‘Was that cool enough? I’m so scared. What if he finds out I love him? Shit is he going to ask me who the hell I am?

He wants to scoff at that. He is certain that, even if you both were never classmates, you’re not the type he’ll ever forget. Bakugo wants to be yours so bad, he’s trying to use all the self-control he learned in years of therapy, not to shout it out.

“You have a ride?” he asked back, scratching the back of his neck. He does not miss the way your eyes and thoughts immediately notice his big biceps.

‘Shit he’s so beefy’ you internally swooned. ‘I have to control myself, I might start drooling!’

Heh. He knew investing in a home gym would be worth it! Hell yeah!

“I’m planning on taking a taxi… “ you shrugged your shoulders. Damnit, you perfected the art of being nonchalant.

Bakugo tried to copy your mastery, but it honestly sound more like a growl. “Tch, come one, I’ll give you a ride”

‘Hallelujah! This is just like my dreams!’

Dreams? You were dreaming about him?

“Well? Get in the car before I change my mind.” The red glow of his eyes tried its best not to show how lovesick he was, but when you walked closer and followed him into the car. Hearing your thoughts gave him the confidence boost he needed, as he finally made a move when he dropped you back to your home.

Thank God he got hit with a quirk!

⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔

Her phone was propped up against the dashboard, TikTok recording, the camera angled perfectly toward you. With your heart pounding in your chest, you opened your phone and tapped Katsuki’s contact.

The phone rang once before he picked up immediately.

“Kats? You busy?” you asked, trying to sound casual.

“Nah. On break right now,” he replied softly. His voice sounded relaxed, and you could practically hear the faint background noise of some part of the city he’s stuck patrolling. “What’s up? Thought yer’ meetin’ raccoon-eyes today.”

You glanced at Mina, who was already urging you to get to it already with a supportive thumbs-up. “Oh… haha, well… Yup, I’m with Mina right now. We’re in her car because something kinda crazy happened.”

Immediately, you heard movement on the other end. Some shuffling, as if he’d straightened his posture in alert. “You both safe?” he asked sharply, voice deepening with worry. “What happened? Shit, Were you attacked-”

“Kats! Babe, it’s okay, we’re fine,” you blurted quickly, throwing a nervous glance at Mina, before taking a silent breath and forcing yourself to focus back on your phone.  You cleared your throat again. With the most sheepish voice you could muster,  “But… Uhm… Well, we signed up for this pilates class we saw online.”

“Pilates class?” There was a beat of silence after you hummed in confirmation. “Sweets…” Katsuki said slowly, suspicion already creeping into his voice, “Don’t you have a whole damn gym in your agency?”

“Okay, fair, but hear us out!” You said defensively, even if it's part of the bit. Mina leaned closer to the loudspeaker, “It’s trending all over the internet, and we wanted to sign up before the slots were all filled! Plus, I got us some discount offers because this studio sent an email to my agency!”

“Of course you did,” he sighed at the voice of Mina, most definitely shaking his head at this point. “So, what’s the problem?”

Mina covered her mouth, leaning back to make sure Bakugo didn’t hear her laugh. You bit your lip, trying your best not to do so either. “So you see… We didn’t realize something about the class until after we paid. It’s like, a special kind of pilates.”

Katsuki didn’t respond immediately, and when he did, he sounded confused. As far as he knew, most pilates class' programs were similar though? “...What kind’a special are you talkin’ about?”

“The class had a name, Nude-lates- But! We didn’t really think much about it at the time!”

Mina let out a squeak of laughter, but Bakugo falsely assumed it was due to the stupid nickname because he snorted as soon as he heard what it was called. “Fuckin’ for real? That’s the stupidest name I’ve ever heard!” he cackled at the phone, “What dumbass comes up with ‘nude-lates’?! Watch their moves be called naked squats or some shit!” he laughed even more. Did you perhaps call him to laugh together due to the name?

That’s when you decided to drop the bomb, with the happiest voice you could muster, you chirped, “Hey, in their defense, it’s kinda accurate!”

The laughter stopped immediately.

“..What the fuck?” he blurted out, voice in disbelief. “Oi. The hell you mean it’s accurate?!”

“Turns out it was literally in the name…! After we paid, we found out it’s a nude pilates cla-”

“A WHAT?! FUCKIN’ NUDE PILATES?!”

Both you and Mina made eye contact, eyes watery in holding back your laughter. You moved the phone slightly away from your ear, just in time to avoid getting blasted by his screaming. “Yeah baby, we looked at the guidelines and-” you started, your voice trembling as Mina snickered beside you.

“CANCEL IT!”

“But it’s non-refundable! We already paid 8,000 yen!”

“FUCK THE MONEY! WHO EVEN DECIDED THAT'S APPROPRITATE?!”

Mina’s already biting her fist, shaking violently on the passenger seat. You lowered your voice to sound sad, “Isn’t that kind of rude? We met the people there, and they seemed so nice and excited to have new people join the class! These guys-”

“GUYS?!”

“-already welcomed us in!” You ignored his shouts of protests, “Kats- Baby- We really can’t cancel it! We already signed some contracts, and our instructor literally said that he’ll-”

“HE?! YOUR INSTRUCTOR IS A GUY?!”

Somehow, even through your little device, you can clearly hear the way his palms started crackling, “Sweets, send me the address right now.”

You sweatdropped, slowly looking back at Mina as a silent plea for help, “Uhm- what?” you nervously laughed.

“The address,” he repeated, voice similar to the tone he uses when fighting against villains, “Send it to me.”

“Katsuki-”

“Baby, pretty girl, sweets, Send me the address right now, I swear I’ll blow that fucking place up.”

You and Mina collectively choked on air “Bakugou?! Hey, think of the consequences of your actions!” she yelped.

“Yeah! Kats, you can’t just blow up a building-” 

“The hell I can’t!” he snapped, “That’s fucking illegal! I’ll kill that bastard who decided to run a nude class with a bunch’a women! Then I’ll blast off the tiny dicks of the other perverts  who decided to join!”

“Maybe he’s professional…?” You tried weakly. Damn, you really should’ve known that your boyfriend would do this…

“Professional, my ass! I don’t give a flying fuck if he’s got gold medals or some puny shit! I’ll make sure to turn him into ashes!”

You gulped, “H-how about our money?! We already finalized all the payments!”

Katsuki let out a few incoherent grumbles, and you hear him aggressively typing on his phone before coming back to talk “There! Just send me the address already!”

Confused at what he did, you opened your mouth to ask, but then, “Oh my God!” Mina gasped, looking at the notification on her phone, which was still recording the entire interaction. “Girl, look! Bakugo just sent me 16,000 yen!”

You blinked, “Oi. That covers yours and Pinkie Pie’s stupid class. Now tell me where that building is! 'm searchin' but I can’t see shit online!”

As soon as he said that, your own phone buzzed with a similar notification, showing 30,000 yen had just been sent to your bank account.

Your jaw dropped at the absurd amount. “Katsuki, did you just send us money?!”

“Some perverted loser is sitting around waiting for women to sign up so he can see them naked, and you’re focusin’ on me sending you both money?!” 

You tried to explain, “You didn’t have to send us this amount! It’s like- way more than 8,000-”

“Don’t give me that crap! You know I don’t care about the money! Right now I care about that extra who thought he could force a friend and my girl into doing something she doesn’t want!”

Mina couldn’t contain herself anymore. Reaching over to you, she doubled over and started letting out the loudest cackles known to mankind. “Bakugo! It’s a prank!” she wheezed over the phone, letting her tears run freely as she fans her face with her hands.

A second of silence.

“HAAAAH?!” Katsuki’s voice dropped into a low, furious growl. The line practically buzzed with his outrage. Mina laughed even harder at the sheer volume, and despite yourself, you couldn’t stop, letting out small, helpless giggles.

“You’ve been raging at a fake name called Nude-lates! You seriously believed that?!” his shouting escalated instantly, a string of profanity-laden curses directed at Mina, his voice sharp enough to slice through glass.

“Oi! Pinkie, I know you dragged my girl into this!” He roared, but wait, why is his voice kinda choppy right now..?

Your friend doesn’t seem to notice, teasing him even more for falling for a prank and giving her free cash. Yet suddenly, both your laughter got cut off abruptly once a new shadow loomed over the car.

A loud, solid BANG reverberated against the car window right behind Mina.

It was at this moment that you both knew you fucked up.

Both of you froze, hearts dropping straight to your toes, and you made eye contact with your boyfriend. You offered him an awkward smile, knowing he’d never dare to hurt you. All he offered in return was a sharp glare directed at both of you, red eyes lowered angrily as one fist rested on the glass.

Mina, on the other hand…

She closed her eyes, a new tear sliding off her cheek in acceptance and fear. “He’s right behind me, isn’t he?”

⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔

Turns out, Katsuki wasn’t the only one completely down bad for you. The moment the company released the photos from your shoot, you started trending worldwide. Some shots had you in a bikini, sunlight catching against your skin as you posed effortlessly by the water, one hand brushing through your hair, another resting on your hip, confidence practically radiating off you through the screen. In another, you were lounging against a poolside chair, gaze half-lidded toward the camera, the kind of look that made people forget how to breathe.

Other pictures leaned more into your hero image. You were dressed in a light summer dress that the company advertised as combat-friendly, the fabric flowing around you as you moved. One photo caught you mid-step, the hem of the dress fluttering as if you’d just landed from the sky after a patrol. Another had you standing tall against a bright city backdrop, arms crossed, the confident smile of a top-ranked hero who knew exactly what she was capable of.

Within hours, the post skyrocketed to billions of likes, and the comment section became absolute chaos, with fans from every corner of the internet desperately trying their luck at winning your heart.

anddddd bricked! HELLOOOOOO

Ew! Katsuki bets it’s not even as big as his fucking finger! 

trading myself (rideable)

Psh! This commenter wishes! You’ll never even know of their existence!

A tear slipped down my leg

Fucking wipe it then, degenerate!

Till the neighbors know her name!

Blocked, reported, disliked!

I’m about to start barking

He’s calling animal control center as we speak!

It’s pulsing her name in morse code…

This extra’s fuckin’ heart pulse isn’t gonna do shit anymore once Katsuki finds them

Dynamight CANNOTTT handle allat

Yes he can! He’s about to dm this nobody and tell them it’s on sight

Can her boyfriend fight?

He will NOT hesitate to explode your entire family tree!

This Bakugo kid can’t fight us all🤣🤣Imma show her what a real man can do

FUCK THIS SHIT! REPORTED REPORTED REPORTED

‘Puter, do you hear me?!

Katsuki stares at the screen long enough for the words to start blurring together.

He should stop reading. He knows he should. Hell, he’s told you a hundred times not to look at comment sections because it’s always full of extras who think their opinions matter more than they actually do.

But he keeps scrolling.

And every new comment makes the muscle in his jaw tighten a little more.

Katsuki briefly considers whether becoming public enemy number one would really be that bad. With the way his hands are already itching to explode something, he feels more than willing to burn the entire internet to the ground if it means shutting these idiots up.

Because they aren’t even talking about your hero work anymore.

And that’s what pisses him off the most.

You’re one of the highest-ranked heroes in the country. You push your quirk past its limits every single day. You train until your muscles scream and your body begs you to stop. You built your agency from the ground up, with no family legacy, no hand-me-down reputation, no shortcuts.

Katsuki has seen it all firsthand.

He’s seen the nights you stumble into bed half-asleep after patrols that ran too long. The mornings you wake up before the sun just to train. The way you push yourself harder than anyone else in the room, even when no one is watching.

You worked your ass off for every bit of recognition you have. And yet, people seem to forget that. They think of you as if you only got far because of ‘pretty privilege.’

After scrolling through the endless comments, his eyes drift back up to the screen.

Heroes Daily: Dyna-good, or Dyna-bad? Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight is seen, yet again, losing his explosive temper in public!

Katsuki huffs, crossing his arms, jaw tight. Yeah, this headline wasn’t exactly flattering. He probably looked like an angry maniac to the world, just like what his PR agent said.

And yet…

He didn’t care.

Because every single one of those comments…every disgusting, stupid, entitled comment, was about you. About his girlfriend. About the woman who didn’t just walk into the spotlight and steal attention with ‘looks’ alone. About the hero who had clawed, fought, bled, and trained herself to the top of the rankings.

How dare some extra on the internet have the audacity to claim you only got this far without breaking a sweat?

In his defense, he really, truly tried to be on his best behavior. He had really tried. He had kept his hands to himself, gritted his teeth, and ignored the comments. He’d muttered under his breath, stomped around his office, nearly blew his employees up once or twice… but he hadn’t let himself go completely.

But he still remembers what exactly happened that landed him to have that headline.

He was on patrol when he heard laughter that grated against his nerves. He wanted to ignore it, of course, even if he was annoyed; they aren’t villains, and they aren’t breaking any laws. He walked, seeing a group of men huddled around someone’s phone, their eyes glued to the screen.

And then he heard it.

Comments about your photos. The campaign that had just been released, from what he remembered you talking to him about on the phone just a few hours ago. Every curve and line of your body is perfectly framed. Every shot radiated strength, beauty, and power.

But they weren’t seeing that.

They were making jokes. Whispering about how they could “treat you better.” Mocking, laughing, belittling the woman he loves, as if your achievements and hard work didn’t exist. They snickered to themselves. He feels his fury increase when they start creating scenarios about taking control over you, making you their ‘bitch’ or ‘fleshlight.’

His vision narrowed. Sparks hissed along his palms as he stepped closer. Drinks toppled, chairs scraped, and their laughter choked off into terrified silence. He grabs them all, telling them off for their disrespect to one of the best heroes in the country. You work with your blood, sweat, and tears, keeping the citizens safe. Keeping these bastards safe, and they can’t even do something as simple as respecting you?

“Next time you open your mouth about (H/N),” he growled, voice low, precise, and dangerous, “remember exactly who the fuckin’ hell you’re talking about.”

A flash of reporters’ cameras went off, capturing him at his most intense, his fury radiating from every inch of his posture. By the time they realized what was happening, the headline was practically writing itself.

Those idiots on the street, on the internet, in comment sections, they needed a reminder. A reminder that you are not a prize for anyone to claim, that your strength, your skill, your brilliance cannot be dismissed or reduced to nothing but looks. That you are amazing, and anyone who dares forget it deserves to feel the weight of his fist on their face.

A faint smirk curls at the edge of his lips as he leans forward after hearing a ding! From his phone

🫀: ‘Suki! Are you still up for dinner later?

Let them call him explosive, uncontrollable, a maniac. They might write the headlines, tweet the chaos, and plaster it across the internet.

But if losing his temper once more reminded the world of who you really are, the hero, the force, the unstoppable woman he loved with every ounce of himself… then it was more than worth it.

Even if it’d make Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight as the bad guy in the headlines, he’d wear it like a badge of honour.

You: Of course, sweets. Wouldn’t miss it for the world.

⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔

“Tch, what the hell are you saying?!” he snapped, voice rough. “Quit talking shit like that! I’m not cute!”

But he didn’t pull away.

If anything, his grip around you tightened, fingers curling stubbornly into your clothes like he refused to let go. His shoulders were tense, jaw locked, but the way his gaze kept flicking back to you gave him away. You can feel his toned legs encircle your waist, keeping you locked on top of him.

Soon, the bed creaked with a new weight. “Kacchan always says that at first.” Midoriya laughed lowly, scarred hand guiding yours to Katsuki’s bare chest. Your palms flattened immediately, relishing in the rapid, pounding thud of his heart.  

Midoriya leaned closer, resting his chin on your shoulder, “He’s sensitive right over here-”  still holding your hand, he guided it towards your boyfriend’s nipples. His fingertip brushed it first, showing you how to tweak it just right, slow and deliberate, before easing your fingers to do the same.

Your breath hitched at the whimper that escapes Katsuki, “S-shut yer trap, Deku! I ain’t sensi- h-hngaah…” he jerked like he’d been shocked, shoulders tightening as a tremor ran through him. His head dipped forward, blond bangs falling into his eyes while he sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth.

“Told ya..” Izuku’s laugh was soft and teasing, brushing against your ear in the closest, most deliberate way. 

You can’t believe this is finally happening. You watched in awe as your blonde boyfriend uncharacteristically let out high-pitched moans, just from having his nipples played by both you and Izuku.

A few weeks ago, you and Katsuki finally got to bed after stressful days at work. The room was quiet in the comfortable way that only happens when you are in each other’s arms. The sheets were warm, and the faint glow of the city lights filtered through the curtains. You were half on top of him, half beside him, your cheek pressed against his arm, idly tracing the scars around it.

For someone who spent most of his life bristling like a ticking time bomb (both literally and figuratively), Katsuki Bakugo had gotten surprisingly used to this. He never thought he would find love, and did not even imagine that he would find comfort in someone other than himself. At the ripe age of 26, and being together for over two years, Bakugo was glad to be someone’s special person. He was glad- no, absolutely thankful to every single higher being, that it was you who gave him your never-ending love.

His arm was slung lazily around your back, hugging you so close to him, allowing himself to be the most vulnerable. Raw and exposed just for you to see. He’s not Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight, he’s simply just your Kats, ‘Suki, honey.

Silence settled again for a moment. It was the kind that didn’t need filling, the kind built from trust instead of awkwardness. Bakugo stared at the ceiling while you played with the hem of his shirt.

Then he spoke, like the thought had been chewing on him.

“…You- uh- ever do anything stupid before we started dating?”

You blinked, momentarily caught off guard by the question, and then, because he looks nervous? You can feel the way his fingers twist your hair, as if it can soothe his nerves. “Define stupid, Kats.”

“Like,” he gestured vaguely with his free hand, “relationship shiy.”

You lifted your head a little to look at him. “That’s very vague..? Are you talking about exes or something? I thought you already knew that I had previous relationships before?”

“Tch. No, dumbass. I meant like- Gah!”

Another pause after a groan. He didn’t look at you when he said the next part.

“…I.. Uhm. Fuck- used to be in a threesome.”

You sat up, jaw on the floor, because what do you mean the Katsuki Bakugo was in a threesome?! The same Katsuki who stuttered when he tried to confess to you years ago? The same Katsuki whose entire face got so red when you both shared your first kiss as an official couple?!

There was a long, stunned beat of silence.

“A what?”

“A threesome,” he repeated flatly, but he wasn’t meeting your gaze.

Your brain tried to catch up. “…Okay.” Then it caught up. “With who?”

Bakugo rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly looking way more interested in the ceiling.

“…Deku and Shitty Hair.”

You stared at him, jaw dropping even more. 

“…Deku as in Izuku Midoriya?!”

“Yeah.”

“And Shitty Hair as in Eijiro Kirishima?!”

“Yeah. Sweets, I’m pretty sure ya’ only know one Deku and one Shitty Hair”

You opened your mouth. Closed it. Opened it again, blinking at him with eyes wide.

“Huh. Well… That’s… Something I didn’t expect to hear on a Friday night..”

His eyebrow twitched. “That’s it?”

“I meannnn” you gestured helplessly, “I’m surprised, of course. Two years, and I never knew about this, or that you even swing in that direction! But I’m not gonna like… condemn you for it or something.”

He studied your face carefully, like he was trying to see if you were lying. “You’re not weirded out?”

“Never,” you said honestly. “Though I have to admit that it’s something I’ll take time in processing.”

He exhaled through his nose and looked back at the ceiling.

“It wasn’t a relationship thing,” he muttered. “No feelings. None of that crap. It just… happened.”

You tilted your head. “How does that just happen?” You try to envision a younger Katsuki, the man you haven’t met yet. How did this arrangement come into play? Who initiated it? When did it-

Bakugo huffed. “Stress.”

“That’s your explanation?”

“Mm.”

You waited, eyes deadpanned as you crossed your arms and quirked one eyebrow up. He glanced at you again, clearly realizing you weren’t going to let him get away with that.

“…It was during that period after we started getting serious hero work,” he said reluctantly. “Everyone was wound tight all the time. Missions, pressure, rankings… all that shit.”

His fingers started idly tapping your thigh as he talked.

“We got drunk once and Shitty Hair suggested it as a joke at first,” he continued. “Deku turned red as hell. I told them both to fuckin’ stop playing…Then a few weeks later, it stopped being a joke. When, uhm, Ei and I were stuck with the nerd after he invited us to be the guest heroes in his class.”

You were quiet for a few minutes, trying your hardest to wrap your mind around his abrupt confession. Soon, you lay back down beside him again, resting your head on his shoulder.

“…Did it last long?” you asked gently.

“Nah.” He shrugged. “A few months, maybe. On and off. Sometimes ‘s all of us, and sometimes it's not. ”

“There weren't any drama?”

“Nope.”

“No secret feelings?”

“Hell no.”

You hummed thoughtfully as Bakugo glanced down at you again.

“Ya’ good, sweets? Y’know, you can be honest with me...” his brows furrowed. For a second, he wanted to go back in time before his stupid mouth started spewing his past. The last thing he wants is for you to leave him, or to be weirded out by Deku and Shitty Hair. There may not be any romantic feelings involved, but he still treasured those two dumbasses as his closest friends.

You shrugged against him. “You trusted me enough to tell me. That’s the part I care about.”

“…Tch.”

He clicked his tongue, but there was no bite in it. He brought you closer to him again, tightening his grip on your waist as he shifted positions, burying himself in the crook of your neck. 

You shifted slightly to look at him,  “…So,” you said slowly, curiosity starting to creep in despite yourself. You let out a soft snort of laughter,  “How exactly did that first time even happen?”

Bakugo groaned and buried himself deeper against you. “Fuckin’ hell… I knew ya’ were gonna ask that shit, perv”

After your little “Hey!” and a slap on his shoulder due to his name-calling, he let out a long sigh.

“…Alright. It started after one mission when we were all completely wrecked…”

A few days later, you were still thinking about it.

“I was the- what do people call it? Ah, the bottom.”

You tried not to. You really did. Promise! 

But the thought had lodged itself into your brain like a splinter, and every time you almost forgot about it, it would immediately come back to the forefront of your mind. If you were being honest, him being submissive was way more surprising than finding out he used to be in a threesome with his closest friends.

You bit your lip. Katsuki was always the dominant one in your relationship. Even when he was relaxed, even when he was soft with you, there was always that underlying edge of dominance to him. The way he guided you by the waist. The way his voice dropped when he was teasing you. The way he looked at you when he wanted something.

Katsuki Bakugo was not the type of person anyone would ever imagine being submissive.

And yet…

Your brain, very unhelpfully, keeps on remembering that specific part of his confession.

The idea that there was a side of him you’d never seen before… a version of him that had once trusted someone else enough to give up control…

It made your curiosity spiral. Not in a judgmental way. Not even in a jealous way.

Just… Plain desire. The need to see him be the one in your mercy for once.

What would he be like?

Would he still be stubborn? Would he get embarrassed? Would he bark orders anyway? Would he be quiet?

Your face warmed slightly.

Would he like it if you tried?

Immediately, another thought followed.

….What if you did it wrong?

This was the problem. You had zero experience taking the lead with him like that. Sure, you’d teased him before, pushed his buttons, but actually flipping the roles? That was different. You never even tried, to be honest.

What if it felt awkward?

What if he didn’t enjoy it?

What if you completely ruined the mood?

You sank further into the couch, staring blankly at your phone. 

You’re overthinking this!

But the thoughts just kept piling up, until all you can think about is taking control for once. 

There was… one solution. A very questionable solution. But technically, it was the most logical one.

Because the only two people on earth who knew the answer to your problem…

It was them.

“He reacts the most to direct attention… Always wanna be the center of everything, right bro?” A flash of red hair appeared, slightly in front of you. Kirishima’s muscular frame towers over Katsuki, and you can see how he ducked his head lower to Katsuki’s chest. “F-fuck. Shitty hair, you better not do what- MMMH!”

Bakugo’s back arched, head tilted back when Kirishima took one nipple to his mouth, sucking almost immediately and leaving love marks around the sensitive flesh. “Ha…A-ah, Oi! T-too rough, y-you braindead asshole!” 

An uncharacteristic growl slipped from Kirishima’s lips as he bit down harder, drawing a sharp gasp and a breathless, “Fuck! Kirishima!”

Oh my… Seeing your boyfriend treated like a plaything by his friends, and now by you, sends a hot, restless feeling rushing through you. When your ass grinded against his clothed cock, Katsuki cried out, humping the air to try and gain more friction for his very erect member. “J-just do some shit already!”

“Ah, ah, Kaacchan,” Midoriya tuts behind you, fingers curling around the blonde’s waist and keeping him exactly where he wants him. There’s a teasing lilt to his voice. “You’re being rude.” His breath is warm, sending a tingling sensation that makes your pussy throb with want. “Aren’t you going to show your girlfriend some proper manners?” A chuckle escapes him. “Don’t tell me you need to be reminded.”

You feel your heart pounding in your chest when soft sniffles escaped Katsuki’s lips. His usually fiery eyes now look up to you, pupils blown wide. “P-please…” 

“C’mon, Kaachan. Don’t want your sweetheart to be disappointed in you, right?” 

“No..!” he jolted, hands reaching to your hips frantically. Blush taints his pale skin, going as far as his collarbones as he paws against your clothes. “P-Please…” he closes his eyes, biting his lips, “P-please fffuck m-me…”

Izuku smiled with exaggerated innocence, clapping his hands lightly, his voice pitched higher than usual. “Knew you weren’t totally useless, Kacchan!” The comment leaves Katsuki clenching his jaw tightly, short, frustrated whimpers escaping him as he tries to grind your ass back down.

Kirishima leaned back, admiring the marks he left on his bro’s pale skin, catching your attention once more. “Look, he’s easy to mark up, right? Sometimes he begs us to leave him filled with all sorts of marks, like he wants someone to claim him.”

A tremor passes through you and the explosive blond the second you feel the fabric of his undergarments being ripped apart.

Holy fuck, that was hot. And you assume Katsuki thought the same, as a low, needy whine escapes him.

“C’mere, we’ll show you what makes Kacchan beg and cry.” Izuku gently lifts you with ease, shifting you to sit at the side. 

You can see a lube bottle being passed around by the two men, both of whom then slather a generous amount on their hands. “I’m sure you already know this, but you need’a make sure he’s properly stretched.” Kirishima looked at you with a beaming smile, as if he was not about to demolish his closest friend.

“Shit… You know what to do, Kacchan.” A simple tap on his knees made Katsuki silently bristle, but he still pulled his legs up, presenting to all three of you with his arms under his knees. Izuku smiled, moving to rest in between his legs, lifting his ass slightly to land a powerful smack in one cheek that caused him to lurch with a loud yelp.

You were nearly hypnotised by the way Izuku’s rough fingers teased the fluttering hole, rubbing teasing circles around the rim. “Fuck… Fuck, Deku! NNgh…Ha…MNGHHH!” his volume grew the second the tip of Izuku’s finger entered his awaiting hole.

“D-Don’t stop you, nerd! G-go..Hah…G-go f-faster! S-shit! R-right there! Angh..!” Katsuki whimpers, hands trying to find anything to grab onto after he lets his legs rest on Izuku’s shoulders.

A low whistle brought you back to reality, “Damn.. I almost forgot how loud Bakugo can be”, Kirishima says with a laugh, watching how Izuku scissors open a moaning Katsuki. “Here, I’ll show you another way to lube up your fingers, yeah?”

You gulped, nodding because you don’t trust your voice at this point. Shit, who knew your boyfriend’s thighs quake so easily at the most simple touches?! 

“ShitshitshitSHIT! There! Y-you’re so close, Izuku! Fuckin’ press against it- mmMPH?!” His eyes widened at the sensation of your fingers on his tongue. Tears glistened as he looked up at you, struggling for a moment before giving in.

His eyes grew half-lidded, sucking and swirling his tongue around your fingers, thoroughly coating them with his saliva. 

“Atta girl… See how pretty he looks?” Kirishima complimented, before nudging Izuku to remove his fingers that were roughly pumping inside Katsuki’s ass, letting it leave with a long, wet squelch.

The blonde protested in muffles, trying to bring Izuku back in by pulling him with his legs, grinding his ass roughly against the palm. “Patience, Kacchan. Your girl is going to find out how it's done”

Deku beckoned you closer. Just like earlier with Katsuki’s nipples, he gently grabbed your fingers to teach you how to tease the awaiting heat, how to dip your fingers inside, before easing more to pump slowly.

Your eyes stay focused on Katsuki, trying your best to remember which actions make him close his eyes in pleasure, begging you to go faster. 

Brows furrowed in concentration, you curve your fingers slightly, just like how you would when you masturbate on your own. You hope you’re doing it right, especially with how Kirishima and Midoriya watch your every move as if waiting for you to hit something.

“S-sweets, g-go a bit d-deeper”, Katsuki instructed, already having his muscles tensed. You immediately follow through with his request. Suddenly, you feel one spongy spot that makes him jolt upright, an inhumane noise escaping his lips. “Ah! Fuuuuck, sweets, f-faster! F-faster- Yes, oh gods yes, just like that, you’re doing so well f’me! F-fuUUCK!” he screams, legs twitching as he meets your pace by slamming his hips on the curl of your fingers.

Kirishima took this as his sign to move closer to you both. He licks his lips, then wraps his entire hand around Katsuki’s hard cock, pumping it slow and hard. This made the blonde cry out further, the dual sensation making him shake on the mattress,

The continuous, frantic noises Katsuki makes only spur you further to hit that sensitive spot more. You match your pace with the handjob Kirishima is giving him, “Ah.. AH.. a-ah! Oh fuck.. E-ei.. S-sweets.. ‘M g-gonna, g-gon-na c-come!” he sobbed, hole clenching around your fingers.

Kirishima smirks, panting lowly as he glanced at you, “What do you think, should we let him come?”

“Yes! P-please, sweets. I-I was s’good!”

With a grunt, you nodded towards Kirishima, giving him the silent signal to go faster, “Y-yeah ‘Suki? Come on, let me see how much of a slut y-you can be”

Your words made him whimper lowly, sniffling in pleasure before one final slam of both Kirishima’s fist and your fingers made him roll his eyes to the back of his head, mouth opening in a silent scream as bursts of cum shot out from his tip. 

Both of you pulled away, yet he still shivered, and you couldn’t tear your eyes from him, watching how his cock continued to spurt strings of cum that landed on his abs. 

Bakugo collapsed back to the bed, panting and shuddering as his climax reached its end. Normally, this would’ve been the end of it. You already managed to learn what pleasures him, what pace he loves, and where his prostate is located.

But… Fuck… You may have to re-evaluate your kinks. Because now, seeing Katsuki barely even manage to sit properly… It makes you want to do a whole lot more.

“I think I’m getting the hang of this,” you chuckled, fingers brushing over your boyfriend’s inner thigh. You let your gaze flick to Deku and Kiri, letting them feel your attention before speaking. “Watch closely,” you said, voice low and deliberate, filled with a newfound confidence after seeing Katsuki become a subby, whiny mess, “and see if I’m doing it right.” The air between you thickened with anticipation, and both of them leaned in, eyes fixed on you, waiting for your next move.

You let your touch guide Katsuki to part his legs, keeping his foot flat on the mattress, taking the opportunity while he’s still recovering from his first orgasm. You drank in the sight of his twitching hole, heart racing at it gape due to your and Izuku’s touches.

“O-oi… The hell are you g’nna do- OH!” his toes curled, jolting when he feels a wet muscle enter his hole. You tentatively licked around it, then dived right in, eating him out. “S-shit.. Babe.. W-wait…” Katsuki brought his palms to his mouth, high-pitched gasps escaping him. You continue to suck on his hole, slurping on the wetness around it.

“Holy shiiiiit” Kirishima groans at the sight, immediately unbuckling his belt to let his own cock free. Izuku follows suit afterwards, and soon, they both pump their cocks in their hands, masturbating to your newfound intensity.

Katsuki gave them a low glare, “Disgusting, fucking perverts… Ya’ into this shit? Seeing me all- u-urgh- o-o-oh..” he chokes on his own voice, tearing up at you. He can feel the way his hole contracts around your tongue, can hear how wet he is down there. His two friends chuckle lowly, merely speeding up the pace on their cocks when you worship your boyfriend with your mouth.

The soft whimpers that leaves you only added to Katsuki’s pleasure, the vibrations course through his skin. Shit, he might come from this. His cock lay heavy on his abs, pulsing and curving for attention. Breathlessly, he reached out to it, crying at the immediate relief he felt afterwards. It’s too much. He matches his pace to the same pace Izuku and Kirishima set, the pleasure building as you treat him like your meal.

Shit. Shitshitshit-

“Cumming! Sweets, fuck- I-I’m cummi- a-ahh!” he sobbed again, body spasming when he came unexpectedly. Izuku and Eijiro moaned at the sight, their peaks hitting together in perfect unison, angling their heads of their cock to Katsuki’s body, painting his skin with the whites of their cum.

You panted, letting him catch his breath for a moment. Sitting back up on the bed, you wiped your face, slick and warm, but your eyes still burned with need. Yeah… there was no denying it, you were hooked.

His body quivers with your feathery touch, more… you want more.

“Kats, baby…” You murmured, bringing his attention to you. “Can you give one more?” he whimpers, shaking his head no. “N…No.. T-too much!” he pouted, lips trembling just like the rest of his body.

“Please…? Just one,” you whisper against his ear, “Look at Izuku and Eijiro, they haven’t properly cummed yet.. They’re our visitors, baby,” You urged. “Thought you wanna be good for me..?”

He sniffles, rubbing his eyes as he tries to remind himself to keep breathing, “O-okay..” he whispers, giving you his full consent to continue. You smile, pecking his lips and his cheeks, cooing softly at him. “Thank you, baby… Tell us the safeword if it’s gonna be too much, yeah? I love you.”

Sitting back up, you looked back at the redhead first.

“Kiri… let’s switch.” Your voice was low, firm, and edged with something that made the air thrum with tension. As you moved, your gaze lingered on your breathless boyfriend, tracing every shiver before flicking to the redhead. Finally, it settled on Izuku. “And Zuku… go there.” You pointed to the spot just by Katsuki’s face, letting your command hang in the air, heavy and irresistible.

“W-wha….” Katsuki mumbles, watching with hazy eyes when you straddle his hips, removing your clothes in the process and bumping your clit against the base of his cock, which was slowly getting hard again. He flinched, “F-fuck! Sweets, ‘m s-still sensitive”

“Shhh… It’s alright, baby. I won’t move until you tell me to.” Your hands glided over his abs, each touch grounding him, steadying his racing heartbeat. When they took their places, Izuku and Eijiro’s gazes were locked on you, their posture taut with anticipation. The air around them seemed to thrum with expectation, waiting for whatever you would do or say next.

Katsuki’s palms rested against your love handles, holding you tight against him. “Can you open your mouth for Izuku, Kats? Wanna see how you look…” A tiny hiccup escaped him, betraying how tense he was under your gaze. He opened his mouth, taking in the fat mushroom tip of Izuku’s cock, giving kitten licks and tiny sucks.

A low groan escaped Izuku, whispering praises, “Ffuck Kacchan.. Your mouth feels so good…” he nudges more of his length, more noises of pleasure leaving him until Katsuki fully took in his length, the blonde gagging slightly at the girth.

Izuku didn’t move, every muscle tense as he waited patiently for your next direction, his eyes locked on yours with a mix of eagerness and hesitation. You let your gaze drift back, slowly, deliberately, and found Kirishima already straining with anticipation, his chest rising and falling a little faster, pupils blown wide. The air between you seemed to thrum with tension as you held eye contact, feeling the silent heat radiating from him, the way his body subtly shifted closer as if he could somehow lean into your command. “Ei.. Part his legs”

He already knew what you were implying. He takes his cock to tease against Katsuki’s hole, before slowly sliding inside inch by inch until he is buried deep inside. “Ah.. Bakugo, s-so tight…” Katsuki cried out, despite gagging around Deku’s dick, his hand gripping you tightly.

And finally, you take his own cock, sliding it inside your own heat, your pussy clenching hard on his thick length.

After a few minutes to let him get used to the sensation, you, Izuku, and Eijiro seemed to have some neuro-connection, your control snapping and suddenly going all out on Katsuki.

Bakugo can barely form a single thought. He wants to moan, scream and cry at how good everything feels, but his mouth is being used by fucking Izuku. His eyes were crossed, mindlessly sucking on the weight on his mouth. He can feel the veins on the cock, gagging when the tip continuously hits the back of his throat.

Fuck… Izuku is so big. Hearing the taunts Izuku growls in his ear pushes Katsuki to suck harder. He immediately started hollowing his mouth, and his hands reached up from your waist to the base of Izuku’s cock, pumping it. Flat tongue memorising the taste of his pre-cum  

Then there was Shitty hair, grabbing Katsuki’s legs and pressing them to each side of your waist, putting him in a somewhat missionary position. Kirishima smacks each side of Katsuki’s ass, slowly thrusting in and out, and then going faster and faster until he’s plowing at him.

Big.. So fucking big… He feels stretched out, massive cock curved perfectly to press against his prostate. The bed creaks forward and backwards with the shared movements of Izuku and Kirishima. 

Fffuck. Feels so good, Ah- Mnghhh- The overstimulation is delicious, sensitivity making everything sensation the right amount of pain and pleasure combined. He screams muffled against Izuku’s dick, squealing when Kirishima uses him like a cocksleeve. 

And lastly, there’s you. You bounce on his hardened cock, tip barely inside before you slam back down, repeating the process over and over. Your hands are everywhere on his body, tweaking his nipples, sucking more marks on any skin left untainted. 

You make sure you push his cock to the deepest part of you, keeping him surrounded in your pussy’s heat. 

It’s too much… The combined stimulation makes him feel like a slut.

But he absolutely loves it.

He relishes control of his body, letting the three of you do whatever you want.

Izuku slams deeper on his mouth, messily letting saliva coat down Katsuki’s chin as he continues to ease his throat. Kirishima acts as if he has no control over his hips, heavy balls slapping the curve of Katsuki’s ass, concentrated on hitting his prostate over and over.

Fuck me! Use me like a toy! A-ahh.. M-Mngh- P-please… 

Intangible babbles coming from Katsuki’s lips only pushes you to go further. You use him like your personal dildo, rubbing your clit on his tip, grinding against it, then pushing it back inside.

M-more… Ngh.. More! More! He himself is growing addicted, screaming in delight in every movement the three of you do.

He swallows every drop of Izuku’s cum that shoots down his throat.

He lets Kirishima defile the deepest part of his insides with warm release.

He shoots his load inside you, each spurt making you clench and milk him for all he has.  

Fuck… Sssso G-gggoood…

His memory is hazy after that first orgasm. From what he barely remembers, it lasted a few more hours, with the three of you changing positions a few times. 

There was once when he was on all fours, cock pistoning in and out of him in an unforgiving pace, thick cums worth many rounds already sloshing inside him as his ass ripples in each thrust. 

Then the other knelt back down, tongue messily eating him out, keeping his thighs locked around your head. Whatever it is, by the end, he was absolutely spent, covered and filled with everyone’s release.

The room was quiet now, the only sounds the faint rustle of sheets and Katsuki’s steadying breaths. You sat beside him on the bed, gently brushing stray strands of hair from his damp forehead, your fingers lingering just long enough to soothe him. “Shhh…” you murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to his temple after he groaned awake. He leaned into your touch, still trembling slightly, and you rubbed comforting circles across his shoulders, letting him feel that safe, grounding warmth after the bath you gave him when he was barely conscious.

By the time you glanced toward the door, Izuku and Kirishima were already gone, the soft click of the closing door marking their departure after they also had their own share of aftercare. They bid you and Katsuki a goodbye, even offering some food and medicine they remember Katsuki taking after every 'arrangement' they used to have all those years ago.

The emptiness of the room only made the moment feel more intimate, as if it were just the two of you suspended in time. Katsuki’s chest rose and fell with slower, more even breaths now, and the tension in his jaw softened under your fingers. You hummed softly, pressing your forehead to his shoulder, inhaling the faint scent of him that still clung to the sheets.

“You were amazing,” you whispered, brushing his cheek gently with your thumb. “Thank you… for trusting me. For letting me… experience this with you.” Your voice was low, tender, a mixture of relief and awe, and he gave a small, breathy laugh that made your heart clench. He murmured something inaudible in reply, pressing a brief, weak kiss to your hand and lips.

“I love you, Katsuki”

“I love you too, Sweets” he whispered.

⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔

Even though his rationality hasn’t fully emerged yet, he feels an undeniable urge to listen closely. His pace quickens, driven by a surge of adrenaline as he moves with intensity and focus. Bakugo senses that he is teetering on the edge of control, an unfamiliar sensation coursing through him. He watches intently as his palm glides towards the person’s stomach, applying gentle pressure, a mix of curiosity and urgency guiding his actions.

It made them both mewl in pleasure. The person squirms, fresh tears dripping down their cheeks. 

“M-more… M-more- A-Ah.. Mngh-” He could feel the person twitching around him, pulling him deeper, as if it were a silent plea to release inside the awaiting heat. The sound of skin slapping filled his ears, and Katsuki’s eyes stayed shut.

He still can’t entirely process what’s happening. “Fuck, y’feel so good, sweets,” he breathes, his voice laced with a mix of awe and desire. His heart races, pounding like a drum in his chest as the ‘sweets’ beneath his touch let out a soft whine, their body instinctively arching into his hand. He presses deeper into their soft stomach, savoring the warmth and tenderness, lost in the moment.

“I-I’m- S-suki- I’m gonna-” Bakugo feels his breath warm against the person's skin as he trails soft kisses along their collarbone. Each gentle press of his lips ignited a wave of warmth until he reached their jaw. “I feel it, sweets. C’mon. Let’s do it together, y-yeah?” he grunts, fingers moving to clasp their hands together.

Bakugo feels a tight knot of tension coil in his stomach, a wave of exhilaration surging through him as soft gasps of pleasure slip from his lips. It's a sensation unlike anything he’s experienced before, pushing him towards an uncharted high that ignites every nerve in his body. His hips move with increasing urgency, filled with raw energy.

“Shit! Sweets-” That’s when he feels his eyes move up, to stare at the person he has squirming underneath him.

The moment his eyes locked with yours, he felt himself come, warm seed filling you to the brim.

Bakugo bolted upright in his bed, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. A sense of confusion surged through him, his scarred hand grasping the fabric of his shirt tightly, as if it could anchor him to reality. His wide eyes darted around the dimly lit room.

His pants felt sticky.

Holy fuck- Was it all a dream?

He wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, the moisture clinging to his skin as he took a deep breath, attempting to steady his racing heart and gather his thoughts. There is no fucking way he just had a dream of some extra in his class.

It felt surreal, an intoxicating blend of pleasure and intimacy. He could almost still sense the way you tightened around him, the delightful unraveling that coursed through you as your voice, soft and pleading, echoed his name like a sweet melody in the air.

Shit- If he closes his eyes, he can still remember the exact way your face scrunched in pleasure the moment his eyes met yours.

“Hey, Bakugo! You doing okay?” Denki asked with a hint of concern as he gently patted his friend’s back the following morning. The typically fiery and explosive Bakugo sat in unusual silence, lost in deep thought. The corners of his mouth were pulled down in a frown, and it was disheartening when his only response was a faint hum.

Denki glanced up at Kirishima, the closest friend to Bakugo, and exchanged a look filled with unspoken worry. Kirishima’s expressive face mirrored Denki’s concern; while they originally Hurrah!’d at the prospect of a silent morning for the first time in so long, seeing Bakugo so muted was unsettling. 

They couldn't shake off the memory of the last time Bakugo had been this quiet, a year ago, when they were just starting their second year. Bakugo had been under heavy medication, which had subdued his fiery spirit and left him wrestling with the weight of his emotions. The thought alone sent a shiver of apprehension through Kirishima and Denki. 

Suddenly, softer footsteps echoed in the kitchen. You stifled a yawn, glancing over at the three guys lounging nearby, their relaxed postures contrasting with the growing tension in the room. Bakugo, usually so brimming with confidence, suddenly stiffened, a faint flush creeping up his cheeks when he could recall the “Fffuck S-suki, it’s so good!”

He feels like a complete failure, a true degenerate, more so than the Dunce face next to him and grape head. It's hard to believe that just moments ago, he was lost in a vivid and scandalous dream about the very woman who stands before him now, clad in her soft, bunny-printed pajamas, exuding both innocence and an unintentional allure that makes his cheeks burn with shame.

Despite the cozy embrace of the fluffy white sweater enveloping you, Bakugo's thoughts are consumed by the vivid memory of how stunning you looked without it. Your natural beauty seemed to radiate, leaving a lasting impression that lingers in his mind. “Morning, guys. How was the mission yesterday?”

As your voice reached him, Bakugo's concentration slipped away like sand through his fingers. He felt a wave of disconnection wash over him, drowning out the sound of the conversation enveloping them. With a solemn exhale, he closed his eyes, attempting to block out the world around him. The chatter faded into a distant murmur, replaced by a chaotic storm of unbidden thoughts and emotions that swirled within his mind, thankful that the day was a Saturday, and he does not have to live through the torture of spending class with you beside him, not when the dream was still so fresh in his mind. 

Maybe he should take a nap? After the gruesome mission yesterday with Denki and Kirishima, where they had to find this villain with a mind quirk, he can still feel his sore muscles.

He should NOT have taken that nap.

Bakugo now finds himself sitting on his bed, sweating with his pants all sticky AGAIN.

There is no fucking way.

Two times in a row, he dreamt of you in a not-so-innocent way.

“Keep your eyes on me, ‘Suki” the same voice calls out to him, like a siren. 

The first sensation that washed over him was a familiar thrill coiling in the pit of his stomach, igniting a rush of heat that spread through his entire being. But along with that pleasure came a disconcerting realization: much like before, he found himself devoid of control over his own movements. It felt as if he were merely a spectator in his own body, watching but unable to control anything. This time, however, Bakugo’s gaze was unexpectedly met with the striking image of you straddling him

A playful smirk curved at the corners of your mouth, your lips glistening with a rich, tantalizing sheen that bore the unmistakable marks of his own lips on yours. Each smudge reflected how long this has been going on. He already feels like this was not the first round.

Bakugo inhales deeply, savoring the intoxicating scent that surrounds you, a heady mix of warmth and allure. His head tilts back, a deep, guttural groan escaping his lips as he loses himself in the moment. His hands grip your love handles tightly, fingers digging in slightly as you rhythmically bounce up and down, each movement eliciting a surge of desire that courses through him. 

“Mmmngh.. Sshhhiiiit, keep going s-sweets”

The pleasure envelops him completely, each wave washing over him with an intensity that leaves him breathless. He finds himself yearning to remain in this moment forever, captivated by the sight of your breasts gently rising and falling with each breath.

But then came another daunting realization.

You looked older than you do now, yet your beauty remains as captivating as ever. He watches as his hand slowly moves to cup your breast, feeling the warmth and softness beneath his palm. The sound of your moan, a soft melody of pleasure, sends a shiver through him, and he notices your hands clenching into tight fists against his chest, as if holding onto the intense sensations coursing through you. In that moment, he becomes aware of how much more defined his arms appear now, taut and muscular.

He finds his voice grunting, moaning lowly with praises that make your pussy flutter with pride. “Look at you, beautiful girl- T-Taking me so well.” 

With his free hand, thick fingers slowly makes its way to your clit, rubbing it with the perfect amount of pressure. You gasp, back arching from the sensation. You slammed down deeper, screaming in ecstasy as the fat head of his cock pressed against your most sensitive spot.

Hips rolled against his pelvis, Bakugo whimpers at how your pussy convulsed around him. “O-oh.. ‘m close… M-making me feel so fucking good.” The overwhelming pit of desire was too much. You leaned down, kissing him passionately. You kissed him with a tenderness that spoke volumes, as if he were the most precious treasure in your life. Each gentle brush of your lips conveyed a love so profound that mere words would fail to capture the ache of joy and longing he ignited within you. 

He’s panting loudly now, face filled with pleasure, and eyes rolled back from the addicting feeling of his cock growing impossibly heavy inside you, waiting to come undone. “M-mmh! Oh, ffhuckk!” 

His thighs tensed underneath you as your actions turned faster and faster. Incoherent babbles left his throat, “P-please.. L-let me c-come inside s-sweETS! AH!” 

Everything felt too good. He can barely register when you nudged against his parted lips, eyes already hazy with pleasure when his mouth became full of one of your breasts. He mindlessly sucked, whimpering against the supple skin as he let his mind go blank for you.

Your lips moved to his ear, not once leaving his warmed skin. “I love you, Katsuki.” You mumbled softly, voice full of love and pleasure, while you tighten around him. “You wanna come inside? Want to fill me up?” It almost feels illegal for your voice to be so soft yet seductive, treating him like your personal toy. His sobs were muffled as he continued to obediently suck, but you can see how he pathetically nods his head, desperate for release, desperate for you. Bakugo thrusted his hips up to prove a point, fingers pressing your clit.

FuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK!

The moment your eyes gently closed in waves of exquisite pleasure, you cradled his head with delicate care against the inviting softness of your chest. He only lets go of the tension inside him, the moment your hand found his, and his fingers instinctively circled a ring.

Yeah, okay, if Bakugo has a yen for every time he has a wet dream about you, he’d have 2 yen. Which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happens twice.

After slipping into a crisp, clean set of clothes, the blonde boy reluctantly finds himself at a crossroads, compelled to confront his feelings for once (something he loathes doing because he has the emotional intelligence of a particularly aggressive worm). But he cannot fathom why he’s having such… Such inappropriate dreams of you. Bakugo scowls at himself. He remembers the time he ended up in Mineta’s room when chasing a rabbit. Fuck, was that purple creep’s pervertedness contagious?!

Still.

It’s not like he has a crush on you. Sure, you’re nice, patient, always sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong. Pshhh, who cares?! It’s not like you’re reliable in battle. Smart in the best ways. Have a smile that makes his heart race in anger! Definitely anger! 

Yep. This is why it’s weird. Bakugo spent his entire life laser-focused on becoming the best. Feelings, relationships, yada yada, all that sappy shit slows people down.

He never tried anything. Never even thought about it. So why in the world is he having dreams like this?! 

“Dumb brain!” he mutters angrily under his breath, and with another irritated sigh, he shoves his hand into his pocket and heads downstairs once more to try and clear his head.

The dorm is quiet this late. The lights are dimmed, and there is no laughter echoing the large space.

He thinks he’ll have some peace at this time, maybe cook a little snack to get his mind of off…

You.

Bakugo paused when he saw you curled up on the couch, fluffy blanket draped over your legs, and a mug of something warm resting in your hands. You have headphones on while reading a book, still unaware of his presence until you feel the gaze of someone’s eyes on you.

He watches as you jolt slightly, obviously not expecting him to be awake so late in the night. “Bakugo! Didn’t expect to see you up.” You waved with a smile, putting your headphones down to hang from your neck.

“Tch.” he looks away, debating if he should just turn around immediately. 

But instead, he walks closer. “You’re up too,” he pointed out gruffly. You smile sheepishly as if caught red-handed. “Wanna sit? I have some cookies,” you pat the space beside you, then gestured to the bowl of mini cookies that looked freshly baked.

He hesitates once more.

Then, annoyingly, he finds himself sitting down next to you. It looked like he was almost shy, eyes not meeting yours, and movements hesitant.

At first, the conversation was short. Awkward. You didn’t seem to mind; instead, you took it as a sign to lead the conversation. He doesn’t seem to mind, either. Listening to your voice, your little mannerisms as you narrate about anything that comes to mind.

I’ll stay for 10 more minutes, then I’ll excuse myself. He tried to say internally.

10 minutes became 30 minutes. 30 minutes became an hour.

As time goes on, he slowly opens up to you as well. Before either of you realizes it, you’re talking about distant memories, stupid, embarrassing stories, and future dreams. You laugh at his snarky jokes, and for some reason, it makes Bakugo feel like he’s already the best.

He feels light-headed and like little explosions are popping all across his skin.

It’s…. Nice.

Dangerously nice.

The I-want-this-more-often type of nice.

By the time you both went your respective ways, he finds himself craving your presence immediately. He didn’t even notice how the clock read 2:55 AM. 

He collapses into the bed with a faint smile, and then, he’s dreaming again.

This time, it’s quiet. Bakugo registers that he’s sitting on a couch he doesn’t recognize. It seems expensive. With his parents being part of the fashion industry, he can see how the material used for the couch seems like an exclusive; it’s not the type one can buy just anywhere. 

Everything looks expensive, actually. From what he can see, he’s surrounded with furniture that could easily cost someone’s entire life savings. With the afternoon sun spilling through large windows, something shifts in his arms.

A baby.

With bright blonde hair and the cutest face in the world.

Is it his baby? The thought hits him so suddenly that it steals the breath from his lungs.

His eyes remain fixed on the small bundle in his arms, watching the way his own body instinctively cradles the child close to his chest, like something fragile and precious that the world itself must never touch too roughly. His hold is firm but careful, protective in a way that feels deeply rooted in his bones.

Holy fuck, his heart feels so full it almost hurts.

His thumb brushes gently over the baby’s tiny hand, watching those impossibly small fingers curl around him. The simple touch sends a strange ache through his chest.

Bakugo can’t control his body, but if he could, he knows his eyes would tear up. That his eyes will sting, and his throat will tighten with the overwhelming rush of love he feels.

The baby’s eyes open, looking at him with wide, curious eyes before it turns into crescents, letting out soft babbles of laughter. His breath hitched. He knows the color and shape of those eyes all too well.

Before he can process it, someone touches his shoulders.

It’s you.

And he feels himself- his actual body, that seems like it has a mind of its own- tear up. The baby’s coo reaches his ears, your hand still touching his shoulder, he feels the drops fall down his cheeks, because holy fuck, it’s you.

Older, hair a little longer. Your face looks more mature with time, but his heart knows it's you, even when it was just from the tips of your fingers meeting his skin.

You press a gentle kiss to his cheek, then move to his lips when you proceed to wipe the tears falling freely.

“You’re crying again, ‘Suki,” you murmured with a soft smile, free hand brushing over the giggling baby affectionately. “Look at her, we’re going to be great parents.”

His brain short-circuits.

Parents?

He tries to speak, tries to move. But just like the other dreams, he can’t control anything. Merely watching through his own eyes.

He sees a framed picture, far behind you. Him in a tuxedo, you in a white dress-

Bakugo jolts awake, heart pounding.

“What the-” his fingers touched his cheeks, he’s been crying.

But never mind that- It has already been three. Three dreams. Three nights in a row where he’s there with you every single time.

He wipes his face aggressively, “What the hell is wrong with me-”

CRASH!

A loud bang echoes from the hallway outside his room, followed by a “Bro! Denks! Calm down, dude!”

Down the hall, after he yanked open the door, a small crowd of his ‘idiotic friends’ surrounds a bright red and mildly panicked Denki. Kirishima and Sero is trying (and obviously failing) not to laugh, and Mina is already cackling with her phone out to record.

“What the fuck are you idiots being so loud for?!” Bakugo demanded, stomping over to them.

Kaminari runs a hand through his hair, “I-I didn’t mean to short-circuit, man! I just-”

“What did you do now, Spark Plug?”

Kirishima grins. “Bro got a dream that he was proposing to Jirou!” 

Kaminari groans again, little bolts of electricity flying around his head. Bakugo rolls his eyes in return, but cannot say that he’s been having similar dreams of his own. “Tch. So what? It’s just a damn dream, get over it.”

The hallway goes quiet, and he’s met with all four of his friends blinking at him in confusion. 

“What? Don’t tell me you fuckers think it’s real..?!” he scowls. If they do believe dreams are future premonitions or some shady shit like that, he might actually have to request the school to bring them back to junior high.

“...Dude.” Kirishima scratches the back of his neck, “Did you seriously forget what happened on the mission two days ago?”

“Hah?! What’re you talkin’ about?”

Kirishima sighed, gesturing to himself, Kaminari, then to Bakugo. “The villain’s quirk…? The one that hit all three of us?”

Kaminari gulps, but Bakugo just looks confused. He did faintly remember having a strong beam of light directed at them, but it didn’t do anything, so he brushed it off almost immediately.

“Y’know? The one that makes you see your future through your dreams?”

Well fuck!

Suddenly, with his eyes widened and jaw dropped to the floor, Bakugo finally understands why he’s dreamed about you three times in a row.

BONUS!

Knowing the future did not mean rushing towards it. 

The dream had shaken him, sure, with seeing glimpses of what he now knows is his future with you, it made his heart pound erratically whenever he’s in the same room as you.

But it was simply just that.

A mere glimpse.

And if someone knows Bakugo, then they know that he has never been the type to follow a path simply because it was laid out in front of him.

If he was going to stand beside you one day, to experience that softness and security in his dreams, then it had to be because the two of you chose it. Not because some forgettable villain’s quirk told him it might happen.

So, he took his time. He learned you slowly, fully living in the present moments that came naturally between you both.

He learns the little habits you had during study sessions. The way your voice softened when you talked about your family. The quiet strength you carry during missions.

The more he learned, the more one thing became painfully clear.

Even if there was never a villain who ended up showing him his future, he would have undeniably still fallen hard for you. Because you were perfect in his eyes. You were the one who made him understand what yearning felt like, why so many singers pour their hearts out in love songs, and why artists had muses.

As much as he craved to be called yours, to have you in his arms because he knew it would feel so right, he did not confess. He waited for you to say something first, because it feels almost wrong to take “advantage” of the situation, even if others said otherwise.

And when you finally did, he hugged you so tight, already promising himself he would never let you go.

After building your careers as heroes side by side, after the countless dates and memories, years later, Bakugo finds himself standing at the end of the aisle.

He looks composed, but all those who know him can see the tension in his shoulders. Not from fear, but from the overwhelming love he has for the moment. The urge to finally be known as yours for the rest of your lives. 

The music stops.

And you appear. Just like the vision he saw by the frame, you smiled at him like he was worth loving, like he was deserving of becoming your forever.

This is something not merely due to a quirk, forced onto you both. It was something the two of you built together. Step by step. Argument after argument. Choice by choice. You both made this work.

You stop in front of him, tears in your eyes just like the tears in his own. He takes your hand in his, brushing over your knuckles with reverence. The world pauses at this moment, and all he sees is you. 

When vows were to be exchanged, he took a deep breath. “Y’know, I saw something like this in a dream. Pieces of a future I didn’t understand yet.”

He looks at your eyes, ignoring the way he can already hear half the room sniffle with their own tears, “But the dreams weren’t what mattered-” a shy smile graced his lips. Every nerve in his body seemed to hum with certainty. From then, now, and until forevermore, he knows he's stubbornly yours.

“-Living the path that brought me here with you was.”

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That assumption was shattered the moment he made his way to breakfast.

As the elevator to the ground floor dinged, the warm aroma of freshly cooked food enveloped him the second he walked out, and he spotted you as one of the designated chefs for the morning's meal. A cozy atmosphere filled the room with laughter and chatter as class 2-A settled at the table. Just as he was about to sit down next to Kirishima, he felt a gentle yet firm hand wrap around his bicep.

He turned, heart racing, to find you standing there, a radiant smile lighting up your face. “Bakugo! Perfect timing!” your voice chimed, striking him like Kaminari’s quirk and leaving him momentarily breathless. Before he could collect his thoughts, you pulled him down to the seat beside you just before, and you turned to see Mina looking confused. “Sorry girl, I have to discuss something with Bakugo!”

Step one complete! You mentally cheered to yourself as you saw Mina shrug, not completely bothered at her usual seat being taken, and instead finding the only available space left to be next to Kirishima, who seemed to blush almost immediately the second he looked up to check who sat beside him.

“Yo, Ei! Good morning,” Mina chirped brightly. Kirishima perked instantly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Mornin’ Mina,” He replied, boyish smile spreading across his face that showed just how quickly his expression had lit up

Only once you saw them fall into easy conversation did you turn to look at Bakugo, to tell him all about your plan to be the world’s greatest matchmakers. You quickly shoved a generous spoonful of your breakfast into your mouth, the food’s sauce nearly spilling over your chin as you chewed frantically. “Bakugo-” your voice muffled, “We gotta talk about what exactly we have to do to make them get together!” Your hands discreetly motioned to the pair in front of you.

Bakugo leaned his weight back with a huff, rolling his eyes. He tried to look uninterested, but the truth he can’t deny was that you’d always have his undivided attention. “Don’t talk with your mouth full, dumbass.” He grumbled, “‘Yer going to choke by being a bigback.”

You glared in annoyance, a part of you surprised that he knows about internet slang, “Whatever, grandma,” but still, you followed him nonetheless. 

Bakugo scoffed at the ‘grandma’ jab. If it were anyone else (ahem, Dunce Face or Soy Sauce), his palms would already be sparking dangerously, and breakfast time would end with class 2-A having to make Momo create another brand new table. Then again, it was you talking to him, and so his usual glare is replaced with soft amusement as he watches you finish your food.  “Alright, spill. How are we gonna make those lovesick morons start dating?”

“Y’know, I’m actually still shocked you agreed to this! I honestly went to you impulsively, and I thought you would shoot down the idea so fast.” You naively giggled, unaware that the only reason he agreed in the first place was to spend more time with you.

He grunted, pretending his face didn’t feel hotter than usual. The main reason was, just as you impulsively knocked on his door at 2 am, he too impulsively agreed to your request. The rational part of him knows how stupid and ‘childish’ this plan may seem, but for some reason, the very idea of disagreeing or saying no to you never crossed his mind. 

You really just had to show up looking so hopeful, staring at him with expectant eyes. Now here he is, stuck trying to become Cupid for Kirishima and Mina. 

Speaking of them, Bakugo can actually see from the corner of his eye how touchy the duo is. It’s like they’ve done it hundreds of times, the way they grin like idiots and look at each other in a sickeningly sweet way. “Just tell me the plan, glitter eyes.” he really couldn’t refute your statement properly, because how can he explain that it was just really easy for you to get him to agree to anything?

A month from now, U.A. will host a spring festival for its students and alumni. With cherry blossoms blooming all around the campus, and with a special floating lantern event, it seems like the perfect setting for a budding romance!! 

Which is why your main plan is to work as hard as you can to get Mina and Kirishima to grow some balls and ask each other out on a date! It should have been fairly easy, seeing as they're so close anyway, orbiting one another like two clueless planets that want to go closer together, but the problem is how exactly you can ensure that they’ll stay together the entire festival, not with anyone else?

Those ‘anyone else’ being you and Bakugo, of course.

Because if there is one thing they definitely have in common, it is their extreme (and ridiculous) loyalty to their best friends. It is what makes them great friends, sure, but their loyalty is the type that would make them abandon their own plans in a heartbeat if they thought you or Bakugo might be left out.

And unfortunately, you weren’t nearly close enough with the hot head to make them believe that you’d be perfectly fine spending the entire festival together. 

So your brilliant, amazing, one-of-a-kind plan is to…

Be the bestest, truest friend of Bakugo!

All you have to do is subtly pair them off the entire month leading up to the festival, while you stay by the sidelines with Bakugo. If they could see that you both have no problem staying together, they would surely ask each other out, guilt-free!

Now, is it stupid?

Bakugo thinks that, yes, it kind of is stupid once you use your common sense and think about it for more than a minute.

But he wasn’t using common sense. He was using his heart! All he heard when you explained your plan was proper name- place name- back story stuff- and ah, right, spend more time together! Hell yeah! That’s the smartest, most intellectual thing a person can think of!

You tap your pencil against your desk in a rhythmic pattern. Sigh, all you need is one chance to start this domino effect! One chance to partner with Bakugo in the most natural way, something like-

“ALLLLLRIGHT CLASS! TO START WITH YOUR MIDTERM PROJECT, ALL YOU GUYS GOTTA DO ISSSSS PARTNERRRR UP AND SEND ME A DRAFT OF YOUR INSIGHT PAPER BY TOMORROW!”

Present Mic’s voice boomed through the classroom. You’d usually be annoyed at the attention; no one should have that much energy at 8 in the morning, especially in English, but amidst the groans of your classmates, all you see is a gold mine.

Sure, you suppose that Bakugo could be mean, coarse, and sometimes unrefined. His temper is so short that people often just have to count to 20 before he finds something to crashout on. But you cannot pass up this opportunity to partner up with him! It’s perfect!

“(Y/N)! Wanna partner up?” Mina pokes you. Shaking your head no, you explained, “Is it okay if you partner up with Kiri? I still need to continue discussing something important to Bakugo…” It breaks your heart not to partner up with the girl who’s been by your side since you were toddlers, but sacrifices have to be made, even when it makes you feel guilty seeing the way she pouts in confusion, but she still nodded and said that she doesn’t mind.

The moment Present Mic tells the class to find a partner, you give one last apologetic smile to her before standing up abruptly and sprinting to Bakugo’s table, trying to get there first. You can practically feel Kirishima’s big grippers hitting the floor as he jogs to the same table.

Your palms slam the table, and you glare at the redhead before your words catch up to you. “He’s mine!” Bakugo stares up with wide eyes before furrowing his brows and shifting his gaze away.

What the hell? Ohmygod Ohmygod- There is no fucking way you just said that

Thankfully, no one else seemed to notice your very embarrassing proclamation. “Er- I mean- I want to partner with him-” To hell with Bakugo being a retired crash out, you fear that you’ll take his place of being a tweaker the longer this goes on.

“Uh?” Kirishima looks confused, eyes darting down to Bakugo, trying to search for answers from his best bro. All Bakugo does, however, is keep his gaze steely to the front of the class, where the project’s details are displayed. “..Bakugo?”

“Partner up with Raccoon Eyes or something, Shitty hair” Bakugo dismissed, and that was all the confirmation Kirishima needed, despite still blinking in bewilderment. “Whatever you say, dude!” he grins with a thumbs up.

You watch as Bakugo slowly peers up at you. 

For a brief moment, his expression remains the same. Intense red eyes paired with furrowed brows. You do not know that it is because he is trying to control the blush threatening to show in his cheeks.

His brow twitched at the frozen, mortified expression on your face.

“He’s mine!” Your words echoed in his ears. His nose scrunched up. “Pffft-”  Then, to your absolute horror, he burst into laughter. Not the scoff or snort he threw to others. No, this was a full, genuine cackle that slipped out of him. He clutches his stomach, clenched fist hitting the desk, “Holy Shit! You fuckin’ dumbass!” he cackles even louder like an ugly witch.

You deadpan in return. Betrayal in your face. “Shut up! It was an accident! You know why I had to rush here!” You try to remain angry, but your mouth twitches in amusement. You feel your heart thud loudly at the sound of his giggles.

“Bakugo! Stop munching on your chips! I can’t hear!” you whisper-shrieked at Bakugo, who instead chews louder in response.

Both of you were in the common room, a safe distance away from Kirishima and Mina. Strategically seated behind them as well, so that they do not see your lingering gazes. But you were just so nosy! You want to go closer and listen to check if your matchmaking skills are slowly taking effect!

Maybe they’re flirting? Mina laughed and tucked two strands of hair behind her ears, and as her best friend since forever, that means she’s head over heels for Kirishima!

You scoot closer, craning your neck in their direction.

“Oi. Sit your ass back down and do your part. We’re too far to hear them anyway, brat.” Bakugo grabbed your shirt and yanked you back to your seat, pointing at the gadgets in front of you with their screens open, showing a bunch of research article tabs. 

You give him the stink eye and a pout. “Of course you’d know the best distance, eavesdropping bastard.”

He looks offended, jaw dropping from your accusation, “The hell did you just call me?!”

“Don’t deny it!” you jabbed a finger at him, “Midoriya and Todoroki told me alllll about you hiding your fatass and listening to so many conversations!” 

“What the fuck?! No, I didn’t!” he yelled back, and it started with a back-and-forth bickering between you two, keeping you both distracted from Kirishima and Mina disappearing from the common rooms.

The first thing you notice wasn’t Mina or Kirishima’s absence.

It was the time. Your eyes flick to the clock, something you’d been subconsciously keeping track of all evening, because everyone knows what time Katsuki Bakugo goes to bed. “Oh no-  It’s 8:30 PM! Isn’t this the time you go to bed?!” 

He shuts up from that, lips pressed together almost immediately. He waits for you to tease him with his ‘bedtime’, call him an oldie, but all he sees is genuine remorse, like you truly feel guilty for keeping him up.

Your face further crumples only a minute after, “Oh what- Kiri and Mina aren’t even here anymore?!”

You sigh, but your attention focuses back to him with a soft frown tilting your mouth downwards. “Sorry for all the bickering, I’ll edit my part in the draft tonight.”

He feels himself go strangely still. What is supposed to be basic human decency suddenly made him feel shy… Unsure. “Tch. Suit yourself” He stood up, because yes, he really needed to get to sleep.

He tossed the plastic bag that had been sitting next to him, aiming it on your lap, “Don’t starve yourself, Glitter Eyes.” When you open the bag, you are greeted with a bunch of your favorite snacks and drinks.

You look up again, but he’s already gone.

Fuck. You think as you stare at the bag, slowly leaning toward your chair. When did he turn so sweet and kind?

You feel that, in a few days more, there’ll be something that wasn’t there before.

The only problem is, you’re not entirely sure you’re still talking about Kirishima and Mina.

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A/N: The hardest thing I had to do in this chapter was come up with the type of project the class had to do. As a former STEM student, I rarely had midterm assignments focused on writing (Present Mic apparently teaches English…?), so I had to think of ways how Present Mic wouldn’t be out of character as he announces the project

Also, pls pretend Aoyama never left Class A, in order for it to be an even number for the partner-project thing hehe

Bakugo dragged a hand down his face. It had only been a few months since the doctors finally said he didn’t need to be on constant medication for his heart anymore. He was not about to send himself right back there because some idiot decided two in the morning was the perfect time to start pounding on his door.

He took a slow breath.

In.

Out.

Just ignore it. For once in your life, choose peace.

Silence lingered for a moment. He signed in contempt, letting himself start to drift back to sleep. Then, BANG. BANG. BANG.

A vein in his temple throbbed. Bakugo shoved the blankets off himself and swung his legs over the edge of the bed, already scowling. Sparks flickered instinctively in his palm as he stomped toward the door, irritation rolling off him in waves.

Whoever was on the other side was about to get blasted straight through the hallway wall. Do they have no concept of time? 

Use your brain, you extra! The thing in your head, use it!

He yanked the door open, palm already glowing, lips turned into an ugly snarl,

Then, he froze.

Because standing there, hair slightly messy from the night air, breath a little uneven like you’d been running, was you.

You blinked up at him, clearly startled by the sparks dancing in his hand.

Bakugo’s brain short-circuited, and the explosion fizzled out with a pathetic pop.

“…The hell are you doing here at two in the morning?” he demanded, voice rough from sleep. All the plans to blast whoever was on the other side were thrown out the window the second he saw you.

You bit your lip, embarrassed. “I-I know it’s 2 am, but I need your help..?”

Him? You need his help?

He stands up straighter, clears his throat slightly, and fuck- he didn’t check his mirror before opening the door. He hopes he looks good, and not like a total dumbass in front of you. “It couldn’t wait?” his gruff voice replied, trying to sound cool, mysterious, and totally not madly in love with you.

Because if he were being honest, you could genuinely ask him to fetch you a glass of water right now, and he’d ask if you want it cold or warm. In a mug or plastic cup? With lemon, vitamins, what do you want? He’d even run to the 24/7 store next to the dorm.

You gulp, looking away from him, fingers playing against the hem of your pajamas. “I-It’s about Kirishima. Is he interested in anyone right now?”

Hah?!

Bakugo feels his face whiten, his eyes deadpanned, as if he has seen multiple wars (in a way, he has), defeat spreading across his expression. Fucking shitty hair?! What the hell! He should’ve stayed in his bed, snoozing away then!

He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to quell his jealousy. Multiple answers flood across his mind, maybe even a scenario where he will blast Kirishima to another continent, so you can hopefully forget about him.

“He’s gay,” Bakugo finds himself blurting out. 

Kirishima is not gay. 

They actually just had a talk a few weeks before on how the redhead is planning to confess to Raccoon Eyes now that there are no more wars to worry about, and they can finally live the rest of their school lives like normal teenagers.

You blinked up at him. He blinks down at you. You wait for him to deny it, and he merely gulps. Kirishima won’t mind… Right? Maybe he can consider this as a manly sacrifice so that his bro can have a chance to earn the love of the girl of his dreams…

“Fuck- Really?” you bit your lips, obviously distressed. Okay, what the fuck. Are you that down bad for shitty hair? Seriously?! “I was planning on setting him up with Mina” you groaned, throwing your arms in the air in resignation.

Oh.

Oh fuck.

Maybe… Just a teeny tiny maybe…Kirishima will actually beat his ass if he doesn’t fix this

Bakugo cleared his throat again, sweating slightly at his mistake. “Raccoon Eyes? Why’re you bothering me then?”

“Because you’re his best friend! And I’m Mina’s best friend! I was thinking we could both work together to set them up, since I fully believed they liked each other… I didn’t know Kiri was gay…” You mumbled, shoulders slacking.

Wait.

Bakugo is smart as hell. Top 3 in class, actually. So by using his big brain and high IQ, he can intellectually conclude that your plan involved spending more time with him, as you both come up with ways to bring Shitty Hair and Raccoon Eyes together.

Does he care that you still came here at 2 am just for this? Hell no. That just means you were thinking of him this late into the night! He’s delusional.

He clicks his tongue. “I was talking about a different Kirishima.”

Your eyes squint. “...What?” You may not be smart as hell, but using your average brain and average IQ, you’re pretty sure there is only one Kirishima you both know. Bakugo refuses to look at you, red eyes gleaming in the dim hallway, transfixed to the side as if the plant decor is the most fascinating thing he has seen all evening.

“Yeah. There’s a Kirishima in the third years,” he mutters. You stare at him for a few seconds, trying to decide if he’s serious or not. But you can’t actually think of a reason why Bakugo has to lie. He doesn’t seem like a joking type, like Sero or Kaminari.

“So… Eijiro Kirishima is not gay..?” 

Bakugo shrugs like a fake nonchalant-er. “Shitty Hair doesn’t tell me everything, but he does not mind being with girls if that's what yer askin'”

“Right. Okay. But do you think he could be interested in Mina, if ever?”

He might be a bitch at times, and a nosy bastard, but Bakugo still knows about Bro Code. So even if he wants to say that Hell, if Shitty Hair had a dog quirk, he’d wag his tail back and forth for Pinky Pie, he exhales quietly instead. “Sure, whatever. I can see those two dumbasses becoming a thing.”

He watches as you perk up, smiling widely. “Really?! Does that mean you can help me set them up?”

Chill, Bakugo’s easy. He tries to ignore the way his heart stutters when your eyes shine, “Tch. Don’t get the wrong idea, Glitter Eyes. I’m only going to help because you’re shit at not being obvious.”

You wave off his comment, focusing instead on his agreement to your plan. “All I’m hearing is that you’re willing to help! Thanks, Bakugo! Let’s plan more in the morning!”

Hurrah! He dribbles, he shoots, he scores!

“Yeah, yeah. Now get lost already, nerd.” He watched as you skipped away with happiness, keeping his arms crossed. The minute you were out of sight, and he enters his dorm room again, he jumps to his bed and smiles.

⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔ A/N: Since this is in their second year, I originally wanted the other couple to be IzuOcha, but I feel like it would be way harder to write their scenes, since I then have to tackle both OFA and Toga (which I don't mind, but I was hoping to have this mini series focus mostly on reader and bkg!).

I am also aware that it is weird for reader to show up at 2 am, but the reason will be addressed in future chapters hihi

As your first year at U.A. unfolds, you come to an illuminating realization: love manifests in countless forms, each as profound as the last.

It can strike with the force of a speeding train, especially in the way you effortlessly bond with your classmates. There’s a warmth in platonic love that envelops you, a safe haven where you can share your innermost fears and dreams without hesitation. You allow them to peer into the depths of your soul, confident in the knowledge that the friends you've chosen will listen and not once judge you for who you are.

You open the door to your heart, inviting them into your bubble, and you find yourself surprisingly unguarded. You willingly stay up late to gossip and learn skin care techniques, and you willingly stay on campus after hours to train with them.

In their presence, you feel the electric charge of possibility; the belief that, together, you can scale the tallest mountains and conquer your most ambitious dreams. Each evening, you return to the warmth of your shared space, wrapped in their company and savoring the smiles they offer.

But love can also be so intense, like the man before you.

Katsuki Bakugo.

At first glance, you felt a palpable distance from him. Katsuki Bakugo radiates an imposing presence that compels those around him to shrink away, as if he harnesses an innate power that foretells his destined greatness. Despite the fear he instills and the frustration his explosive temperament often provokes, one cannot overlook the sheer intensity of his determination.

His determination burns fiercely, an unquenchable flame that refuses to be snuffed out, driving him relentlessly forward. Each spark of his resolve illuminates the depths of his ambition, revealing a spirit that won't waver, no matter the hurdles in his path.

He works harder than anyone else, a truth that becomes starkly clear the more you take your time to observe him. He spends his days sticking to his strict schedule, waking up before dawn to begin his training while everyone else still sleeps soundly in their rooms. You only found out how early he left for training when you saw him downstairs with a gym bag as you went to grab water from the dorm kitchen.

With an unwavering commitment, he is his own harshest critic, demanding excellence from himself with a pressure no one even asks of him. Bakugo’s singular focus on becoming the number one hero is evident, and he speaks with an authority born from hard work and genuine achievement, never resorting to hollow boasts or empty bravado. 

There’s an undeniable edge to his confidence, an understanding that he has the skills and dedication to back it up. And slowly, you feel your heart burn in the same intensity he has for his quirk.

Because he is not just some other student working to be a hero, he is the one who faced capture at the hands of villains, a dark cloud hanging over him as they tried to break his spirit. He fought back with everything he had, his unwavering resolve shining bright against the odds. 

The longer you observed him, the better you saw just how amazing he is.

When his friend group simultaneously had their stomachs rumble in hunger, you watched from the other side of the dorm how he quietly got up, and moments later, he returned, cradling a steaming tray of freshly cooked food in his hands. The aromatic scents wafted through the air, instantly lifting spirits and drawing everyone’s attention.

There was a time when you leaned against the wall, and you couldn’t help but overhear a heartfelt conversation. When Kirishima expressed his own insecurities, fearing he wasn’t as strong as the others, you felt a pang of sympathy for him. You were struck by Bakugo’s response, he may have delivered his words with his usual gruffness, but there was an undeniable warmth behind his tough exterior. He assured Kirishima, his voice firm yet it held no lies.

You also remembered the time that he helped your classmate, Koda, find his rabbit. How he treated the little animal with care. This was just one of countless instances where he extended his help to others. Despite his often aggressive and fiery personality, these moments revealed a compassionate side, proving that he genuinely cared for those around him, even when he wanted to deny it.

Then, as you sat in the common room, a wave of tension and stress washed over you, tightening your chest. The dim light from the overhead lamp cast a warm glow over the scattered papers and textbooks. Tears threaten to leave your eyes when suddenly, you watch as a hand slides a plate of your favourite food, and you suspect you already know who it is.

You looked up at his crimson eyes staring down at you, and you felt like the world had stopped. Your heartbeat quickened, each thud echoing like a drum in your ears, and a tightness gripped your chest, making it difficult to draw even a breath.

That day, you learned that love is as intense as the feeling burning in your skin. When he mumbled to you to scoot over, as he guided you through the topics, you realized how effortlessly passion could intertwine with the simplest of moments.

Love, as you feel right now, can be compared to when light hits a disco ball, and the surrounding walls are littered with magical glittery specks of color.

With the shiny wooden floors of the common room, excitement bubbles in the air. Everyone celebrated at Todoroki and Bakugo getting their hero license, and tonight marks the day that brings you all closer to achieving your dreams.

You laugh as Bakugo has crumbs of cake on his lips and a bit of frosting on his cheek.

With a gentle tap on his arm, you notice his intense gaze shifting to you, his attention locking in an instant. A rush of warmth floods your chest as a mix of joy and affection washes over you. You slowly extend your finger, tracing the path to his cheek, wiping away the frosting with a delicate touch. 

The surprise etched on his face is precious, a brief moment where the usually brash and fiery Bakugo looks utterly disarmed. His cheeks flush a lovely shade of pink, contrasting with his typically serious demeanor, and you can't help but feel a flutter of happiness at this unexpected vulnerability.

It was not an invitation, but as Jirou played some 50 cents song by the dorm’s speakers, you wished you had kissed him that day.

You wished you could ignore any sense of rationality, no matter how inconvenient that action would be. It would’ve been the best mistake to tiptoe and bring your lips against his own. Because love does not warn you before scattering itself across every part of you.

Love is like fireworks.

It’s dazzling enough to shake you. Powerful enough to leave you breathless, instead, you stand in awe as you watch its beauty. You know it's dangerous, but you cannot help but step closer and feel the burn on your skin.

The tension between you and Bakugo is obvious to everyone around you, even to those who do not have all five senses.

Staying friends is safe. But it doesn’t mean you should. Each day, each lingering touch, you wished you were brave enough to step closer. You wished you had crossed that thin, blurry line and poured your heart out.

You once nurtured innocent dreams of a moment when you could finally confess your feelings to Bakugo. You longed to shout to the world that Katsuki Bakugo, the fierce and fiery boy known for his explosive power, had captured your heart completely.

Never did you expect to find yourself beside him on the battlefield. Your body screams for you to take a break, but it was your heart that sank as you watched him, unwavering and fierce, charge toward Shigaraki. Time seemed to slow as he extended his palm, the air crackling with anticipation, and unleashed a breathtaking display of color and force, each explosion a dazzling testament to his power and passion. It was both beautiful and terrifying.

The scream that tore your throat was not one of confession, but the absolute fear that made you feel like you wished to be in his place instead. 

Your entire world stops.

Your heartbeat quickens, and you feel like you cannot breathe.

His body landed on the ground with a terrifying sound. One that will haunt your dreams for years to come.

You shakily wrap your arms around him. You tremble, trying to ground yourself as your fingers trace his face you used to dream of holding. His body, once warming you up in the coldest of nights, is now turning cold underneath the rain. The downpour is merciless, soaking through the fabric of your hero suits, and it joins your tears down to the ground.

You have so much left to say. So much left to do. There was supposed to be more time. The confession you practiced in your dorm room with the girls should have been delivered in summer, his favorite time of the year.

His heart, the one that he has wordlessly surrendered in a way that invites you to explore the most intimate corners of himself, now bleeds for the world to see.

Love hits you like a speeding train. One second you are breathing, the next you are shattered. It destroys you, making you bargain with any being willing to listen. You press your forehead against his, begging him to stay.

Love is as intense as the battlefield surrounding you; there are battle cries coming from each direction, yet the only thing that matters is Katsuki Bakugo in your arms. His eyes, once so intense and full of soul, the ones you gazed at and felt an undeniable certainty that he was the one meant for you, now start to dim. The only thing left for you to remember the original, beautiful shade of crimson is his blood pooling on your bare palms

Love is like a discoball. It made you believe in something endless. Made you remember each memory spinning in your mind. His soft smile was reserved for you, his touch, the future he was supposed to have.

All those dreams are reduced to reflections, as the discoball stills and his heart does too.

Love is also like fireworks. Fireworks, despite their beauty, are gone as quickly as they arrive.

10 years have passed. And your heart is buried in the grave where Katsuki Bakugo rests.

You drown in regret. You reached for the top hero spot, despite the odds against you. But Katsuki's memory endures, a fiery flame that refuses to be extinguished. The world will forever remember his brilliance, his tenacity, and his spirit, and you will ensure that legacy will continue for as long as you have to live without him.

Every day, you find yourself at his grave, the quiet whispers of the wind carrying your thoughts. You lean close to the headstone, your heart aching as you murmur that you should have kissed him, should have let the moment linger a little longer. That you should have ruined the friendship when you had the chance.

⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔

A/N: When I had this fic marinating in my notes app, it actually had a lot of dialogue. But I decided to discard it all, as I think having no dialogue better reflects how Reader is reflecting on the past. But angst is also not my strong suit, and I deleted the dialogue in fear that it'll be more 'cringe' than 'sad'

In a way, you presume that it is true.

As you navigate through crowded streets, the air hums with murmurs of admiration and envy, leaving a palpable aura in your wake. Strangers part like the sea before you, their bodies instinctively stepping aside, a silent acknowledgment of your presence. Their mouths linger slightly agape, captivated by the allure of someone they perceive as untouchable, a figure whose charm holds an almost magnetic quality.

In this world, the kindness of strangers often hinges on physical appearance. Compliments flow more freely, doors are held longer, and opportunities present themselves more readily to those deemed attractive. With each glance, you can feel the weight of their expectations and the biases that come with looks. Even in a society where 80% of its population possesses various quirks, some even powerful enough to become a renowned hero, it is still undeniable that beauty is a power of its own, one that can shift how the world treats you.

The world bends to your will, transforming into putty in your hands, all thanks to your irresistible charm.

It used to feel empowering. Agencies and companies are flooding your emails, all for a chance to own you, to claim your smile and your appearance as their own. They all crave the taste, the fragment of the control the most influential woman has on the entire world.

Yet, amongst the years of the same empty praise you can now recite like a bland script, the fake smiles you offer to the die-hard fans who delude themselves into knowing anything and everything about you, and people lining up for you not for your talent but for an attempt to claim your body, it was inevitable that the paradise you once called home is now turning into a wasteland of superficiality.

Everything changed one faithful night. 

The same night that made you meet the breathtaking, explosive force of the man named Katsuki Bakugo.

As your gaze was magnetized to his figure, a blend of raw power and undeniable charm, you suddenly fully understood the essence of human admiration. It became clear why people spent countless hours idolizing extraordinary individuals, why their hearts raced, and their words faltered in the presence of such striking beauty and charisma. In that moment, the world faded away, leaving only the pulse of that connection, vibrant and electric.

Katsuki Bakugo, in the simplest and purest of terms, is unmistakably beautiful. So much so that you couldn't help but mentally scoff at how you managed to garner millions of fans, as he seems to be the only figure deserving of every ounce of admiration and reverence that the world had to offer.

What was once a boring gala turned into the very place that made you stumble on your heels, stutter, blush in a way you never did before, and crave someone else’s attention in the same way people get on their knees and beg for yours.

He was enchanting. 

Your heart beats erratically when he approaches you, as if it were the tempos you produced in your music. His disinterested greeting made you weak in the knees. Who cares if he sounds like he wants to leave the room? All you think about is how you want to memorize the exact gravelly texture of his voice, how it is the best form of music you've heard in a while.

You gulped, remembering that you had yet to greet the perfection in front of you. You take a deep breath, trying to tell yourself that you, too, have the power to make people weak in their knees. Although you hoped you would have the same effect on him, too.

“Dynamight, a pleasure to meet you here.” You made sure your glossy lips formed a smirk that hid how nervous you were.

You realize that tonight was the first time you wished the gala lasted longer. Katsuki Bakugo, now sitting next to you as you both sip on your respective drinks, had captured your attention in a way no one else had. But it was his brash personality that you found increasingly endearing as your conversation unfolded, layer by layer, revealing a complexity beneath the tough exterior. 

“I’m surprised a top hero such as yourself would approach someone like me. Are you that brave to prepare and fight all my fans?” you remarked, a hint of sly seduction lacing your voice. It was a clumsy attempt at flirting, and months down the line, as you reflect on this first meeting, you will not help but cringe and shudder at your words. You mistakenly slid easily into the stereotype, assuming he was just like the countless others who had come your way, men whose only ambition seemed to be leading you to the confines of their beds. 

But he proved himself otherwise, the way he clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes. “Tsk. Don’t get cocky,” he said, with a frown on his lips, “I only heard your songs a few times, and they're at least better than the trash you hear on the radio.”

It isn’t supposed to mean much, probably shallow flattery you should have smiled at and dismissed the next day. Then you realized: even in your years in the music industry, when was the last time someone truly recognized the artistry of your songs, appreciating the emotion and craftsmanship behind them, rather than focusing on the face behind it all?

“And here I thought the great Dynamight is a fan. I would have offered a signature, you know?” You believed that it was the right call to drop your previous seductive tone; instead, your voice turned more light-hearted, paired with a soft, cheeky smile.

In return, he relaxed his shoulders just a bit, offering a smirk this time. “Yeah? The extras-” he cleared his throat “-My friends would appreciate that more. They are big fans of your work.” You didn’t dare comment on how he called his friends extras. Once upon a time, rumors on the streets mentioned how Dynamight was more explosive in his teen years until the- what was it again? Ah, right, the internet dubbed it “The Great Calming”. 

His comment actually flattered you more than any other compliment you received. It feels so fulfilling to know that there are people out there who genuinely took the time to appreciate your songs. And you’re nearly one hundred percent sure he’s talking about the other top heroes he spent his U.A. days with. “Really?” you asked, eyes gleaming with excitement at the mere thought of it.

Bakugo let out another scoff, but you didn’t miss the way his smile was softer this time around. No matter what the internet has to say about his ‘anger issues’, you have no doubt that he truly cares for his friends. “Damn right. Those dumbasses memorized each lyric of your songs. Give them a few more weeks, and they can probably perform it in an acapella.”

You laughed at that, the image of the strong, powerful group of heroes all singing your songs, making their own tunes and beats. “Where are they? I’d love to meet my ‘great fans’.” You quipped, your gaze flitting nervously around the elegantly decorated room, scanning for any familiar faces you might have spotted with him a few times on the internet

“They ain’t here. I only got stuck in this crap because my PR manager said some shit about public image.” It was only then that you recalled the gala was specifically designed for artists and models, leaving a glaring absence of heroes amidst the glittering crowd.

The corner of your lips twitched. “Should I be offended that I am a part of that ‘crap’?” you teased, taking another sip of your drink as you observed how he momentarily looked away, as if embarrassed. 

“I didn’t say that.” he mumbled back. Your brows quirked in amusement, “Then what am I?” you asked. You weren’t expecting much. As far as you know, he hates events like these, and he’s probably sitting in front of you now to build that ‘public image’ he mentioned.

Crimson red eyes shifted back at yours, blonde brows furrowed in contemplation, soft pout resting against the rim of his glass. “You’re…” You held your breath in anticipation. “You’re you, or whatever.”

Huh. You suddenly remember a ‘Top 10 Facts about The Bombshell Hero!’ article that you read once, and you recall that number 6, or maybe 7, stated how he is goddamn awful at small talk.

“I’d hope I’m me..?” you tilted your head with a polite smile, quite not understanding what he was conveying. He grunted in frustration, bringing one hand up to the back of his neck, before looking back at you. “No, I mean- Fuck- All the other extras here act the same, like some D-lister idiots. It pisses me off. I don’t like doing something I don’t want to, even if it’s for show.” 

At this point, you’re growing nervous. You don’t have a mind-reading quirk, but you know yourself enough to say that you’ve also been fake for so long. Is this his way of indirectly saying he wants to stop this conversation?!

“I thought you were a part of that, too.” He murmured, and you felt your heart drop down to your ass, wait- “...Thought?” you asked, softly, trying your best to keep your voice steady. A nod is what you received as his answer.

“You’re… Cool, and stuff.”

Ah, you thought with a small, happy smile, maybe you should request edit access on his fan wiki and add that he looks adorable, even when his ‘compliments’ are as good as a six-year-old’s.

The noise of the gala, one that used to annoy you to no end, now acted as a background noise as you continued to partake in a playful conversation with the bombshell hero. Laughter polished to be fake for interviews and champagne glasses clinking in insincerity, it was absurd to think that, before tonight, you used to actively be a part of that system, being fake a thousand times just to gain the approval of many.

You do not feel the need to be fake, like the ‘d-lister idiots’. You do not feel like you have to become a trophy, a branding, a person who has to deliver a few sentences to let someone else achieve their wet dream with their ‘goddess’. You counter all his quick remarks with your witty ones, as if both of you were trading secret notes; you do not think to sugarcoat your words because you relish in his little cackle from the comments you share. 

It seems like what he said earlier is true, because now you feel like… you.

You are the woman who stepped into the vibrant yet often unforgiving music industry, driven by a passion to share the most profound and genuine parts of yourself with the world through the intimate vessel of music. Each melody and lyric resonates with your soul, revealing vulnerabilities that you wish others could grasp as easily as the notes you sing.

Now, you laugh freely, you feel heard and seen for who you are. You feel that Bakugo, even if he acts gruff and sharp, genuinely listens to what you have to say. He stares into your eyes like he wants to understand the story beneath them, instead of his gaze glued to your breasts and curves like some animal.

You wished more people looked at you like how Katsuki Bakugo does. You wished more people would take their time to discern each of your lyrics, like how they do with your fellow singers, instead of discerning each of your physical features and trying to theorize whether you used surgery or not.

“Dynamight, sir.” A suited man approached you both, and based on the lanyard he wore, he seems to be part of the Dynamight agency. You straighten instinctively, fingers tightening around your glass. For a split second, you feel almost… caught. As if you’d been indulging in something you weren’t supposed to.

Bakugo, however, looks far from sheepish.

He looks irritated.

“What,” he answers flatly, not even turning fully.

“We’ll need a few photos before the event closes. There are sponsors waiting, and the paparazzi are gathered outside-”

“Tch.”

The click of his tongue is sharp enough to cut glass.

You try to mask your reaction with a polite smile, but you can’t help noticing how his jaw tightens, not at you, but at the interruption. At the reminder that even here, even now, he belongs to an image.

“You can go,” you say softly, gesturing lightly with your hand. “Wouldn’t want to damage that precious public image.”

There’s humor in your tone, but it doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

His gaze snaps back to you, and he almost looks like he does not want to leave. His lips part slightly, revealing a hint of vulnerability, as if he wanted to say so many more things. You would listen to everything he has to say if you could. But he merely nods back at you, offering no contact information, giving a small wave, before turning to leave.

As the clock strikes midnight and the soft chime reverberates through the air, you catch a glimpse of him with his back turned, the light casting a halo around his silhouette. In that moment, the intensity of your attraction washes over you like a warm tide. You feel like the prince in Cinderella, the one wonderstruck by a stranger he just met a few hours ago. You both fell head over heels for a blonde who is so mysterious yet enchanting at the same time.

When your own manager comes to find you, guiding you beneath the blanket of stars on your way home, your heart dances to the rhythm of an unspoken melody, a song that seems to echo in the crisp night air. A shy smile graced your lips while your cheeks burned, as you wondered to yourself if Katsuki Bakugo ever knew just how much enchanted you were to meet him.

Bonus !

Bakugo sighed in frustration when he walked away, trying to calm the erratic beating of his heart. “Didn’t I tell the entire agency not to bother me?” He spat at the stumbling man, trying to match his pace. 

“S-sorry, Dynamight sir! But you haven’t taken any pictures yet, and your attendance will be all for nothing if your public image doesn’t boost!” The man sweated profusely, praying that he would not get an explosion to his face. He just got the suit, and his wife will beat his ass if he comes back with charred marks all over it

Thankfully, his prayer worked, as Bakugo is still on cloud 9, playing the hours of interaction he had with you. He can’t believe he spent so much time with you! It was not an insult, no, it’s just that he has been a fan for so long, ever since your first single, and it was only now did he got the balls to talk to his idol.

Maybe he himself should request edit access to that fan wiki Dunce Face shared on their group chat once, and personally add a fact #101, that he is tremendously down bad for singer (Y/N) (L/N).

Actually, speaking of group chat, he realized it was finally time to check his phone, which had been buzzing incessantly ever since he arrived. He had silenced it earlier, determined to block out any distractions and focus solely on you, but now the persistent vibrations were becoming impossible to ignore. 

His phone flooded with over 100 notifications, a digital avalanche that felt overwhelming. Lacking the energy to sift through each one, he opted to focus on the most recent messages in the group chat. Bakugo instinctively knew that many of those messages would likely revolve around what had just happened.

Soy Sauce: It’s been 3 hours

Soy Sauce:  Where in the world is Bakugo 💔

Raccoon Eyes: He’s obviouslyyyy talking to his crushie-boo

Dunce Face: Kacchan bro istg if you do not get us her signatures i WILL fry your brains 😭🙏

Ears: Don’t even try idiot, you’ll lose 5 seconds in

Raccoon Eyes: No but Denki is right !!

Raccoon Eyes: i did NOT lose the chance to meet my glorious queen, all for Bakugo to not reward us in return

Shitty Hair: You guys gotta calm down, I bet Bakubro is talking to (Y/N) as we chat!

Soy Sauce: Booo you d-rider

Soy Sauce: Can he even talk to her ☠️ We practiced him for like months, and he always stuttered and blushed

Ears: Can we also point out that he did all of that even when we just used her poster

Bakugo rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t exactly deny that claim. It was true, after all. Ever since the group found out that all of them had an invitation to the same gala that you were going to attend as well, they made one of the hardest decisions in their entire lives: sacrifice their chance to meet you face to face, just so that Bakugo would have a reason to approach you.

Because what was once a little idol crush their friend had ever since U.A., slowly morphed into a point where he actually reorganized his ‘All Might’ merchandise shelf just so that he has more space for your merch- then when he had his own place, he bought an entire 5-layer mahogany shelf just for all the things he gathered throughout the years. 

He and Kirishima even once competed when the group watched a YouTube video titled ‘Guess the (Y/N) song by 0.1 second’ back when they were still in the dorms. His friends may, in fact, remember the lyrics of all your songs, but it was Bakugo who would get mad and lecture them on how the exact tone and pronunciation of each line should be. The infatuation became almost pitiful to witness, particularly because at the mere thought of having a conversation with you, he would freeze, turning to stone, his bravado melting into a cloud of anxious silence. 

Now on his way home, Bakugo scrolled to the very end, not in the mood to watch the group talk about the months he'd spent practicing to be ‘nonchalant’, because in your fan wiki, fact #92 said you like cool people.

You: relax, dumbasses. I spent the entire gala with her

He was a hypocrite, of course. His heart is speeding so fast, he was actually worried for a second that it’d cause him problems because of its condition after the war all those years ago.

Soy Sauce: YOO HOW DID IT GO

Soy Sauce: Can’t believe you finally grew up king 🥹

Shitty Hair: Guys, let’s be patient! I’m sure Bakugo has good news

Dunce Face: PLEASE tell me you got the tickets

Shitty Hair: I’m sure he did!

Ears: I’m surprised you’re still alive, I was assuming you would’ve shed tears the moment she spoke

Shitty Hair: Bakugo is more manly than that!

You replied to Dunce Face: I didn’t ask for tickets yet, idiot. She might have assumed I approached her just for that 

Raccoon Eyes: WHAT.

Shitty Hair: Bakugo has a fair point! We should be patient

Raccoon Eyes: Eijiro don’t lie you were the one who deadahh cried when we decided to not attend the gala

Shitty Hair: OKAY FINE 

Shitty Hair: I know it’s all worth it in the end for my bro

Shitty Hair: Since you didnt get any tickets, at least you got her number right? You can ask her next time instead when you both are close!

Bakugo’s heart dropped to his ass cheeks. He fucking forgot to ask for your contact information. He feels himself paling, and he’s thankful that he’s back in his house now, away from the cameras. Will it seem bad if he begs on his knees for someone to give him your number? He heard that you don’t even have control over official accounts, so it’s not like he can contact you there. Eyes closed in defeat, his fingers trembled as he typed out

You: FUCK

You: I DIDNT GET HER NUMBER

The group chat went silent. Dynamight was a respectable and strong hero, but no villain scares him more than the following messages

Soy Sauce: Oh hell nah

Ears: Bakugo I cant believe you forgot, but you need to hide NOW

Dunce Face: Bakugo you’re gonna die AGAIN😭

Raccoon Eyes: Omds, he sprinted outside the house so fast

A jolt raced through him, as if his heart had plummeted from his chest to his feet, leaving him unsteady and shaking like he was trapped in the Arctic. It hadn't even been a full minute when a heavy thud echoed through the room, resonating like a thunderclap.

“Bakugo, open up.”

If Bakugo did not die from the butterflies you gave him, he’d probably die in the hands of his best friend, who was your second biggest fan.

⏔⏔⏔ ꒰ ᧔ෆ᧓ ꒱ ⏔⏔⏔

I have actually been reading fics for years, and it was only now did I realized how hard it is to do dialogue ｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡I don’t know if it’s too ooc, and I don’t know how to add my own twist on their canon dialogue, so i ended up having to research ‘famous quotes by _____’, but I am still not one hundred percent confident.