#bakugo fluff

𝐼’𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑑

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| 𝑘.𝑏𝑎𝑘𝑢𝑔𝑜 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

| 𝑆𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠 : 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎 𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝐾𝑎𝑡𝑠𝑢𝑘𝑖 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝘩𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑢𝑝.

| 𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 : 𝑓𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓, 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛, 𝑚𝑢𝑡𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑝𝑒𝑡 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠.

| 𝐴𝑢𝑡𝘩𝑜𝑟𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒 : 𝐻𝑒𝑦 𝑏𝑏𝑔𝑠 𝐼’𝑚 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝘩 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝘩𝑒𝘩٫ 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑏𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝐼 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑛 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑓𝑙𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝐼 𝘩𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠!! 𝑥𝑜𝑥𝑜𝑗𝑎𝑑𝑒<𝟑

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Fucking hell.

You’d been in this damn kitchen for like 3 hours making a mess trying to recreate a tiktok recipe that now you’re not convinced actually exists.

You’re definitely a sight to see as the one and only person you can’t tolerate walks around the corner and into the dorms kitchen seeing you covered in flour what seems to be whipped cream and pink food coloring.

If he wasn’t such emotionally constipated person he might even smile a bit at you. Maybe even throw in a you look cute like that, comment but that would mean he has to admit he doesn’t actually despise you so that’s off the table.

Leaning against the island counter watching as you struggle to unlock your phone with dirty fingers he breaks the silence.

“What the fuck happened to you?”

You didn’t even need to look up, you recognized that voice and the playful smirk laced into his tone.

“I’m attempting to bake what does it look like asshole.”

Taking a second to scan the crowded counters, the open sprinkles containers and lumpy batter.

“It looks more like attempted murder of pastries, cmon let’s get your dirty ass cleaned up, princess.”

Your cheeks flush slightly at that but despite your better judgement you know that he’s just trying to get under your skin.

“I can clean myself up just fine thank you.” Still fumbling with your phone as your hands are coated in flour and other sticky substances.

He reaches over snatching your phone from you and swiftly putting it in his pocket before you can react.

“You can’t even open your phone dumbass, let’s go to my bathroom before you dirty all the doorknobs too.”

With a heavy sigh you begrudgingly follow him, convincing yourself it’s just to get your phone back, letting him open doors for you and press the elevator buttons up to his floor and walking into his dorm.

He ushers you into the bathroom quickly watching as you wash your hands and dig all the ingredients out from under your nails, once you finish with that you turn to him and hold your hand out asking for your phone back wordlessly.

“Nah. Not yet” he reached down and picks you up by the waist and plops you on top of the sink counter before reaching for some wipes on the counter.

“Hey! What the hell Katsuki?!” Taken aback by the sudden airtime.

“Jesus, shut up will ya? I’m tryna help you sweetheart.” He says shaking his head at you.

He uses the wipe in his hand to clean what remains off of your cheeks and nose, you watch as his brows are furrowed in focus making sure he doesn’t leave anything behind, the weight of his hands lightly brushing over your face leave you chasing for more of his touch.

“Don’t get it twisted, I’m not your fuckin maid now you just couldn’t do it yourself.” He says taking a step back, throwing the wipe into the trashcan.

He returns back to you and fishes your phone out of his pocket and hands its back to you, causing your fingers to touch briefly.

He looks up to meet your gaze, you both could feel the tension in the air that could be cut with a knife. Both of you leaned in slowly ready to finally act on the unspoken thing between you too.

You could feel his breath on your lips and the way he was looking at you as if he was hungry for you and then-

CRASH

Separating immediately you hopped off the counter looking away as Eijiro Kirishima broke into Katsukis room.

“YOOOO BAKUBRO READY TO GO LIFT? Oh shizzle am I interrupting somethin?” His eyes shifted between the close space between you and his best friend deciding on whether he should leave or not, you made the decision easy for him.

Slipping past them both, you called over your shoulder halfway out the door, “Nope! Have a great lift Ei!”

Sprinting to the elevator you slipped back into your dorm and flopped onto your bed like a fish. Dreading class tomorrow as you heard a message notification come from your phone.

Flipping over the little device it read,

come to my dorm at 8, I’m finishing what we started.

Isn’t that a little past your bedtime?

I’ll make an exception, only for you.

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| 𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝟏٫ 𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝟐٫ 𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝟑٫ 𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝟒 (𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒)

| 𝑘. 𝐵𝑎𝑘𝑢𝑔𝑜 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

| 𝑆𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠 : 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑٫ 𝐾𝑎𝑡𝑠𝑢𝑘𝑖 𝐵𝑎𝑘𝑢𝑔𝑜 𝑤𝘩𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑑𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑤𝑖𝑛 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟.

| 𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔’𝑠 : 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔٫ 𝑚𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑠٫ 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠٫ 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡

| 𝐴𝑢𝑡𝘩𝑜𝑟’𝑠 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑒 : 𝐻𝑖𝑖𝑖 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦!! 𝐼 𝘩𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑢𝑦𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑡 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑒𝑟𝑚 𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝘩𝑖𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑜 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛𝘩𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑢𝘩𝘩 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑙𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑡. 𝐴𝐿𝑆𝛰𝛰𝛰 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑛𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐𝘩 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝐼’𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝐼 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐𝘩!! 𝑥𝑜𝑥𝑜𝑗𝑎𝑑𝑒<𝟑

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bestfriend!bakugo who has stopped knocking years ago. if your door is unlocked, he's walking in.

bestfriend!bakugo who will take one bite of your food without asking and then act offended when you complain.

bestfriend!bakugo who knows exactly which look means you're about to do something stupid.

bestfriend!bakugo who gets dragged into errands because you refuse to go alone. “it's literally one store.”

“then go yourself.”

“i don't want to.”

“ugh…fine.”

bestfriend!bakugo who complains about every movie you pick but watches the entire thing with you anyways.

bestfriend!bakugo who will throw a pillow at you from across the room if you keep annoying him.

bestfriend!bakugo who knows when you're lying about being tired.

bestfriend!bakugo who sends you pictures of random things that remind him of you without any explanation.

bestfriend!bakugo who will complain about having to help you move something and then end up doing the entire thing himself.

bestfriend!bakugo who can tell when you're upset just from how hard you shut a door.

bestfriend!bakugo who will sit beside you when you're having a bad day without asking you to explain yourself.

bestfriend!bakugo who somehow knows when you're hungry before you do.

bestfriend!bakugo who gets personally offended when you don't laugh at his jokes. (he can make jokes???)

bestfriend!bakugo who laughs harder when you insult him back because at least you can keep up.

bestfriend!bakugo who will defend you in an argument with another person and then turn around when they leave and tell you exactly what you did wrong afterward.

bestfriend!bakugo who gets suspicious when you're being unusually nice to him.

“what do you want?”

“nothing.”

“bullshit.”

“can't i just be nice?”

“not like that.”

bestfriend!bakugo who is the person you can call at 2 a.m. with absolutely nothing to say and he'll still answer. “what happened?”

“nothing.”

“…then why are you calling?”

“i couldn't sleep.”

“damn it.” he's already getting out of bed.

bestfriend!bakugo who has no idea that half the things he does would look suspiciously couple like to everyone else.

bestfriend!bakugo who genuinely doesn't understand why people keep asking if you two are dating. “we're friends.”

“katsuki.”

“no.”

you hadn't even finished asking. you stared at him from across the living room with a phone in your hand. “you don't even know what i'm asking.”

“you're holding your phone like that.”

“like what?”

“like you're about to make me do some stupid shit for your followers.”

you smiled. “so you do know.”

“because you do this every time!”

you walked over and held your phone out to him. “it's thirty seconds.”

“that's what you said last time and it took forty fucking minutes!”

you laughed, “please?”

he looked at you. you gave him your best innocent expression. he sighed, “fine.”

“yes!”

“thirty seconds.”

“promise.”

“if you lie to me, i'm leaving!”

you set up the camera and explained the trend. katsuki listened with an incredulous expression.

“so i just stand here?”

“yeah.”

“and then?”

“when the music changes, you point at me.”

“why?”

“because that's the trend.”

“that doesn't explain shit.”

“just trust me!”

he muttered something under his breath but got into position. you started recording. the first few seconds went perfectly, you did some dance then the music changed and katsuki pointed at you and you pointed at him.

you both looked at the camera.

you stopped recording.

“why did you look so angry?”

“i wasn't angry.”

“okay, again.”

“you said one take.”

“i said thirty seconds. again.”

he sighed. the second take was worse. he moved too early. the third time, you messed up. the fourth time, katsuki looked directly into the camera and said, “this is fucking stupid.”

“you ruined it! you're supposed to be cute!”

“i'm not doing cute.”

“just once.”

“no fucking way.”

you stared at him. “…please?”

"stop making that stupid face."

you grinned, “so it works?”

“shut up.”

you started another recording. this time, katsuki actually followed the instructions perfectly.

you looked at the playback and he leaned over to peek.

“what?”

“that was actually like really really good.”

“i'm better at it than you.”

you gasped. “excuse me?”

“you heard me.”

“you want to do it again?”

“sure.”

“okay.” you said, surprised.

“but you're doing it my way.”

you narrowed your eyes, “what's your way?”

he took your phone from your hand, “you'll see.”

“katsuki-”

“just stand there.” he pointed towards a space.

you sighed and did as he said. he set up the camera, walked back over, and glanced at the screen.

the music started and you followed the trend and katsuki did his part. then, right at the end, he pulled you against his side and flipped off the camera.

you laughed, "that wasn't in the trend!"

“looks better than whatever trend it was.”

you watched the playback and unfortunately, it looked better than the trend.

“okay,” you admitted. “you really think you're good at this now, don't you?”

“i know i'm good at it.”

you posted the video before he could change his mind.

HAHAHAHHA I LOVE THIS 😭 why is he actually good at it?? bakugo pretending he doesn't love being in her videos

you turned the phone toward him. “look.”

he read the comments. “they're fucking annoying.”

“they liked it!”

when they were seventeen, the future had always seemed embarrassingly simple. there was no reason to question it.

they'd graduate. become heroes. get good enough that their names meant something. of course, katsuki would be the number 1 pro hero of japan. they'd find an apartment somewhere in the city where they could both get to their agencies without spending half their lives commuting.

maybe get a dog, maybe not.

katsuki said dogs were too much work.

she said that was exactly why they should get one, “you're the one who's gonna walk it.”

“i'm not walking a dog at six in the morning.”

“then i'll do it.”

“you're not getting up at six either.”

she laughed, “watch me!”

he'd rolled his eyes, but he wasn't completely opposed to the idea.

that was how most of their plans had been. half serious, half made up on the spot. still, they believed in them.

one evening after training, they sat on the steps outside the dorms, sharing two juice boxes while the sun set behind the buildings. she rested her head against the railing. “we're gonna grow up together.”

katsuki glanced at her, “of course.”

he said it like there wasn't another possibility.

she smiled.

years later, the same city looked different from the windows of a pro hero agency. everything looked bigger, the buildings, the roads, their names on the advertisements.

their schedules.

especially their schedules.

there had been a time when seeing katsuki at the end of the day was as ordinary as taking off her shoes. now, sometimes, three days passed before they managed to have dinner together.

then five.

then a week.

they were both busy. very busy. an emergency. a press conference. training. a late patrol. someone had been injured. someone needed backup.

there was always something, and they kept telling each other they understood. because they did understand, that was the problem. neither of them had done anything wrong.

then, the opportunity came on a thursday afternoon. a hero agency overseas wanted her for a long-term collaboration.

at least six months, or possibly longer. it was the kind of offer she'd once imagined she'd spend years trying to get. she read the email three times before calling katsuki.

he answered on the fourth ring, “what?”

“busy?”

“yeah.”

“right.”

there was a muffled noise on his end. probably equipment being moved around. “what happened?”

she smiled despite herself, “i got an offer.”

“what kind?”

she told him about it and explained the details.

“take it.”

she laughed softly, “you didn't even think about it.”

“what's there to think about?”

“but it's six months.”

“so?”

“we'd be on opposite sides of the world...”

“it's six months.”

he said it so easily.

she looked down at the email still open on her laptop, “you'd really be okay with that?”

“why wouldn't i be?”

she didn't have an answer.

he continued, “you've wanted something like this for years.”

she smiled, “yeah.”

“then go.”

she looked out the window.

“okay.”

“okay.”

she could hear someone calling for him in the background.

“i've gotta go.”

“yeah. me too.”

neither hung up. finally, katsuki said, “call me tonight.”

“i will.”

the line went dead.

she stared at the screen for a while and wrote an email back. she accepted the offer.

the first month was easy, they called every night, sometimes for hours.

she'd prop her phone against a glass while she made breakfast while he'd sit on the edge of his bed after patrol, still in half his gear, getting ready for bed.

they talked about stupid things, agency gossip, bad food and people they'd both found annoying that day.

six months.

they could handle six months. they'd handled worse.

then the calls started getting shorter, and shorter.

she'd finish work at midnight and find three missed calls from him. but once she found the calls, he'd be asleep by then.

she'd call back in the morning and he'd be halfway through patrol.

sometimes they would promise to talk later. but sometimes, later never came.

messages became shorter too.

busy today

yeah same

get some rest

you too

she kept telling herself it was fine, and, technically, it was because nothing was wrong. which somehow made the growing distance harder to point at.

six months became eight. eight became a year.

the overseas agency offered her a permanent position but she didn't accept yet.

instead, she called katsuki. it was nearly two in the morning for him. he answered sounding half-asleep. “what?”

“did i wake you?”

“yeah.”

“sorry.”

“it's fine.”

she sat on the edge of her bed. “i got another offer.”

“from them?”

“yeah.”

“permanent?”

“they want me to stay.”

he rubbed a hand over his face, “you should.”

she stared at the floor, “you think?”

“yeah.”

“katsuki.”

“what?”

“don't just tell me what you think i want to hear.”

he went quiet for a few seconds, “i'm not.”

“then what do you actually think?”

“...i think you should take it.”

her throat tightened, “and us?”

she waited for him.

finally, he said, “i don't know.”

he didn't sound angry. she closed her eyes. “right.”

“i didn't mean-”

“i know.”

“hey.” he said again.

she looked at the phone, “what?”

he exhaled, “i don't know how we're supposed to do this.”

she swallowed, “neither do i.”

that was the first honest conversation they'd had about it in months. they talked for another hour about them but not about whether they still loved each other because they both did. that part wasn't complicated. they talked about everything they'd stopped saying. how lonely it had gotten, how conversations started to feel like a job, how neither of them wanted the other to give up something important. she laughed quietly through the tears she'd been trying not to let fall, “we were supposed to grow up together, katsuki. you remember that right?”

then katsuki said, “i know.”

his voice cracked slightly. she looked down at her hands. they stayed on the phone until they had nothing left to say. when the call ended, they didn't say goodbye.

years passed and she stayed overseas.

katsuki stayed in japan.

both of them became better heroes.

they were on top of the charts in their countries and had made quite the name for themselves. it was everything they had dreamed of.

then, she eventually moved home.

he eventually stopped checking his phone whenever he saw her name mentioned in the news. time did what time always did.

and then... they met again at a hero conference. they hadn't known the other would be there.

she was standing near the back of the room when she heard someone say her name. she turned quickly to see katsuki there. he had gotten older but still unmistakably him.

his eyes flicked over her for a second before he nodded, “hey.”

“hey.”

he glanced at the badge around her neck.

“you're with shiketsu's international division now?”

“yeah. transferred back a few months ago.”

“didn't know that.” he said.

“wasn't exactly public.” she said softly.

someone called him from across the room and he glanced over. “i've gotta-”

“yeah.” she nodded and gave a small polite smile.

he started walking away but stopped a bit, “you got time after?”

she looked at him, “for what?”

“coffee or something?”

she hesitated, “sure.”

they sat in a cafe two blocks from the conference center. nothing about it felt like the cafes they'd gone to when they were younger. the tables were smaller, the shop was cramped but the coffee was better.

katsuki complained about the people near them and she laughed. they talked for almost two hours about work, old classmates, people they hadn't seen in years and their agencies. they talked about everything except them.

“did you ever get the apartment?” she asked.

he looked at her. “what apartment?”

“the one we used to talk about.”

he gave a scoff, “no.”

“why?”

he shrugged. “never found one i liked.”

she smiled. “that's probably for the best.”

she traced the rim of her cup, “i never got the dog either.”

“good.”

she laughed, “why? you still hate dogs?”

“who said i hate them? but they are loud.”

“you are loud.” she said, pointing at him.

"yeah so one of me is enough." he said.

she laughed again.

then the waitress came by with the bill and they left the shop. katsuki shoved his hands into his pockets.“you heading back to the hotel?”

“yeah.”

“i can walk you.”

she looked at him. “you don't have to.”

he shrugged so so they walked side by side.

at the corner, she stopped, “this is me.”

katsuki nodded, “right.”

she looked at him.

“i'm glad you're doing well,” she said.

he looked down the street, then back at her. “i'm glad you came back.”

she smiled, “me too.”

he hesitated, “you happy?”

she thought about it, about the life she'd built, the people she'd met, the things she'd done. the person she'd become, “yeah. i guess so.”

then she asked, “you?”

he smiled faintly, “most days.”

she laughed under her breath. she stepped back, “i should go.”

“yeah.” he gave a nod.

she turned and walked a few steps. for one stupid second, she almost looked back but she didn't. behind her, katsuki stayed on the corner until she disappeared into the crowd.

they had grown up, just not together. and maybe that was the part that would always be a little sad, not that they had failed. or that they had stopped loving each other.

just that the two kids sitting on those dorm steps had been so certain there was only one way their story could end.

but they'd been wrong.

they hadn't been foolish for believing it.

bestfriend!bakugo who knows exactly what you're going to say before you finish your sentence and answers anyway.

bestfriend!bakugo who has absolutely no concept of personal space around you anymore. he'll lean over your shoulder, steal your food, sit beside you, whatever.

bestfriend!bakugo who sends you “where are you” text and expects you to understand that he wants to hang out.

bestfriend!bakugo who insults your music taste and then somehow knows every song you play.

bestfriend!bakugo who will call you just to complain about something that happened at work and then hang up without realizing he never asked how your day was

bestfriend!bakugo who notices immediately when you're avoiding something

bestfriend!bakugo who is the first person you call when something ridiculous happens because you already know he's going to have something to say about it.

bestfriend!bakugo who will absolutely show up if you need him, but he'll complain the entire way there.

bestfriend!bakugo who gets weirdly competitive whenever someone else claims they're your best friend, “you're not her best friend.”

“how do you know?”

“because i am!”

bestfriend!bakugo who lets you mess with his hair even though he'd threaten anyone else who tried.

bestfriend!bakugo who can sit beside you for hours without either of you saying much and somehow it never feels awkward.

bestfriend!bakugo who knows when you want company and when you want to be left alone.

bestfriend!bakugo who will tell you when you're being stupid, but never in a way that makes you feel stupid.

bestfriend!bakugo who remembers every little grudge you have against people and somehow remembers them longer than you do.

bestfriend!bakugo who insists he doesn't care about your opinion and then asks, “well? what do you think?”

bestfriend!bakugo who would rather spend his day off doing absolutely nothing with you than admit he actually missed hanging out.

bestfriend!bakugo who has known you long enough that sometimes one look is enough to make you both start laughing.

prohero!bakugo who knows y/n's entire work schedule because hers is somehow more busy than his.

prohero!bakugo who pretends he doesn't watch her streams, despite knowing exactly when she's supposed to go live.

prohero!bakugo who always waits for her after hero events, even when she tells him he doesn't have to.

prohero!bakugo who keeps her favorite snacks in his agency locker because he already knows she's going to steal them.

prohero!bakugo who gets genuinely irritated when someone refers to y/n as “bakugo's girlfriend” instead of recognizing her as a pro hero in her own right.

prohero!bakugo who takes her instagram pictures and gets the best ones.

prohero!bakugo who doesn't mind appearing in her content, but refuses to pose for it. if he's in the background, he's in the background.

prohero!bakugo who knows the difference between her “talking to chat” voice and her normal voice and will absolutely make fun of her for it.

prohero!bakugo who sits beside her while she's editing videos and occasionally gives opinions on what she should cut.

prohero!bakugo who gets competitive with her over completely meaningless things because apparently being pro heroes isn't enough competition.

prohero!bakugo who always asks if she's eaten when he calls her during patrol.

prohero!bakugo who doesn't make a huge deal out of affection, he just reaches for her hand, fixes her collar, kisses her forehead, or pulls her closer.

prohero!bakugo who knows when she's nervous before she says anything and usually just stays beside her.

prohero!bakugo who gets home from patrol and looks for her before doing anything else.

prohero!bakugo who secretly likes hearing her talk about him on stream, even though he'd rather die than admit it.

prohero!bakugo who has gotten so used to her filming things that he'll casually walk through the background without even noticing the camera anymore.

prohero!bakugo who knows exactly when she's been working too long.

prohero!bakugo who would absolutely tell someone off if they reduced y/n's career to being his girlfriend.

prohero!bakugo who still thinks she's annoying.

prohero!bakugo who would complain if she stopped bothering him for more than ten minutes.

prohero!bakugo who has gotten so comfortable with her.

you should've known letting katsuki sit in on your stream was going to be a mistake. it had started innocently enough. you'd been streaming for a little over an hour when he came home from patrol, showered, changed, and wandered into your office while you were reading through chat.

“hey,” you said, glancing over your shoulder. “come here.”

“why?”

“they want to see you.”

he looked at your monitor. “who?”

“my chat.”

“why the hell do they care?”

“because you're my boyfriend.” you laughed. “just sit down.”

he reluctantly pulled a chair over beside you.

BAKUGO IS HERE OH MY GOD HI KATSUKI ASK HIM QUESTIONS

you glanced at him. “they want to ask you stuff.”

“no.”

“please?”

“no.”

“they're already asking.”

he sighed, leaning back in his chair. “fine. get it over with.”

you smiled at the camera. “okay, chat. ask away.”

what's y/n's favorite food?

katsuki answered without hesitation. “ramen.”

you looked at him.

“that's easy.”

the next question appeared. favorite drink?

“iced coffee.”

“okay.”

favorite color?

“navy blue.”

“how do you know that?”

he looked at you like you'd asked the stupidest question imaginable. “you own half your closet in that color.”

you laughed, "okay fine true"

he knows everything this is actually crazy ask him something hard WHAT'S HER GO-TO STARBUCKS ORDER

katsuki read it. "[starbucks order]"

you stared at him.

“you order the same thing every time.”

“okay, chat, ask something harder.”

what does y/n do when she's stressed?

"she'll say she's fine, then she'll start cleaning shit she doesn't even need to clean.”

your mouth fell open, “that's-”

“and she'll stay up too late because she says she's not tired.”

he shrugged.

what's something y/n does that annoys you?

katsuki didn't even need to think.

“she steals my food.”

“i do not.”

he turned toward you. “you ate my fries yesterday.”

“you said you didn't want them!”

“i said i was saving them!”

"watever, next question!"

what's her worst habit?

“she loses her phone.”

“that's not a habit.”

"yeah well you lose your phone when its literally in your hand."

what's something she does that you secretly like?

you looked at him. “…she talks to herself.”

you raised an eyebrow.

“that's what you secretly like?”

“sometimes.”

“sometimes?”

“yeah.”

you smiled. “why?”

he shrugged. “i don't know. it's funny.”

katsuki frowned at the monitor. “what the fuck are they talking about?”

you laughed. “they think you're sweet.”

“i'm not.”

“you are.”

“shut up!”

who said i love you first?

he looked at you. “…you.”

your jaw dropped. “me?!”

“yeah.”

“no, i didn't!”

“you did.”

“when?”

“you don't remember?”

you shook your head. “apparently not.”

he smirked.

you stared at him for a moment before narrowing your eyes. “you're lying.”

“i'm not.”

“you absolutely are.”

“ask your chat.”

you looked back at the monitor.

“okay. we're done.”

you reached for the mouse.

what does bakugo love most about y/n?

katsuki read it over your shoulder.

“that's a stupid question.”

“why?”

“because there's too much.”

you chuckled and stared at him.

“you're making that face.”

“what face?” you laughed.

the chat was moving too quickly to read anymore. katsuki leaned toward the monitor. “they're fucking annoying.”

you nudged his shoulder. “be nice.”

“i am being nice.”

“you're insulting my entire audience! okay, chat, that's enough katsuki for today.”

“thank god!”

“say goodbye.”

katsuki stared at the camera. “…bye.”