“I can’t do this with you anymore Katsuki-” 

“You knew what you signed up for when we started dating. My goal has never changed. You agreed to stay by my side no matter what. Now that things are getting harder you want to leave?” You shake your head, arms cradling yourself as you try to mend your broken heart to keep it from shattering completely. 

“What happened to us Katsuki?” you brush your hair out of your face. He looks as beautiful as ever. Sweatpants hung low on his hips, his lean muscular body resting against the counter, one hand gripping the edge so tightly you could see the veins in his hands flex as he changed his grip. Blonde hair disheveled but never hiding those vibrant red orbs that always seemed to stare through you, but now all they seemed to do was stare at you with accusation. With betrayal. “We were going to get married, have a family-”

“I meant it in the moment.” he says, his voice flat, no emotion behind it. But you can see the bags under his eyes and the way his shoulders sag slightly, curving his spine to hunch, something so unfamiliar and surprising for him. “I did want to marry you-I do-but….” he trails off licking his lips. 

I have to be number one.

He doesn’t say it. But the words hang in the air between the two of you, refusing to dissipate and settling over you like an icy touch. 

He’s snapped out of his thoughts when he hears the sound of your keys jingling. He looks up, catching your eye as you slip your coat on and tuck your feet into your shoes by the door. 

“Where are you going?” he asks quietly, almost like a little boy filled with fear. You can see the struggle on his face. The back and forth battle in his mind, between wanting to be the greatest hero of all time and wanting to love you. You couldn’t let this go on. All it was doing was causing pain for the both of you. 

“I believe in you Katsuki.” you open the door, gripping the knob as you keep your back to him and step out the door. “You can be number one. But…..I just know I can’t be your number two anymore.” before he could say another word you shut the door. Katsuki slammed his fist on the counter, cursing quietly as he let the tears fall. 

“Y/N?” you jump at the sound of your name being called, turning from the milk you were looking at to buy, you smile into the familiar face of Izuku Midoriya. The two of you were never really close in school, but you adored his wife Ochacco and the two of you had been good friends for years. 

“Izuku!” you throw your arms around him, hugging him tightly, he’s gotten stronger, his entire body seeming to cover you as he crushed you to his chest. 

“It’s so good to see you,” Izuku chirps. “How have you been?”

“I’m okay.” it was a lie, and he knew it as well as you did. After the breakup with Katsuki, he got pretty nasty. Sides were chosen, lines drawn and you were left in the dust. You had never wanted to be a pro hero, opting instead for general studies and using your quirk to support heroes, mainly your former boyfriend. But once you broke up, in his pain, it seemed Katsuki lashed out, blacklisting you from your friends. Not that you really wanted to talk to them anyway. Anytime you were around them it was a reminder of the love you lost and you were trying to live. You wanted a normal life. A normal relationship. Where your partner comes home at five, you have dinner, watch movies, snuggle, make love till the morning and do it all again the next day. You didnt want the danger, the unknown.

But the little part of yourself you buried deep down knew you wanted the danger. The unknown. But only if it came from him. 

“That’s good.” Izuku feigned a kind smile. “I’m glad to know you’re doing well.” he reached out, placing a hand on your shoulder, “If you ever want to talk please give us a call. Ochacco misses you dearly.” You smile, placing your hand over his and giving a gentle squeeze. 

“I will…..But I’ve got to finish getting these groceries for dinner tonight.” You go to turn away when Izuku’s grip on your shoulder tightens. 

“Oh! If you don’t have plans tonight, why not come to Eijiro’s birthday party!” you grimaced internally, suddenly feeling like a bucket of cold water had been dumped over your whole body. You’d forgotten about the manliest hero's birthday. 

“Oh….um….I’d love to but-”

“If you’re worried about Kachan,” Izuku’s voice is lower and filled with assurance as he threads his arm through yours, leading you towards the front of the store and away from your cart. “He won’t bother you. Not if you stay near me and Ochacco. She really misses you, you know. You kind of left her high and dry.” You chewed on your lip thoughtfully. You did feel guilty for just kind of ghosting everyone, not just Ochacco. It wasn’t fair of you to punish your friends and it wasn’t fair of Katsuki to force them to choose. Someone was gonna have to be the adult. 

“I missed her too.” you squeeze his arm gently. Izuku ruffles your hair, smiling brightly as he leads you to his car. 

“Hey Katsuki! You almost ready?” Bakugou groaned as he fixed his tie. More than anything he wanted to stay in tonight but it was Shitty Hair’s birthday and Yuri would have never let him stay in. 

He met Yuri two weeks after the breakup with you. He wasn’t sure how it all happened but one minute he was drinking tequila with the gang, next minute he was waking up in some girl’s bed, with her face pushed against his chest. 

And he knows its shitty. He knows it makes him a scumbag in fact. That he keeps her around because he doesn’t want to be alone. No matter how many times the words leave his lips towards her, he never gets that feeling of confidence or assurance of his words. Not like when he used to say them to you. She doesn’t sparkle the same, she doesn’t shine. But if he drinks enough alcohol and closes his eyes, he can almost picture you there with him. 

“You look gorgeous babe.” he’s gotten so good at pretending to smile, the quick quirk of his lips has her leaning over to kiss him as he grabs his jacket and they head out the door. 

Maybe this was exactly what you had needed. After you had gotten back to Izuku’s house, Ochacco met you outside, tackling you and crying tears of happiness as she expressed her joy at seeing you. Izuku laughed and watched on as you seemed to blossom a little bit before his eyes. He had been keeping an eye on you, for Ochacco and his own fears of your depression. He wasn’t close to you, but his wife loved you and that meant he loved you too. And actually seeing you laugh for the first time in months made him feel more like a hero than being voted number one ever could have. 

By the time you arrive at the party, its already in full swing, people milling about outside the pro hero’s house, music blasting from inside. Izuku opens the door for you and for Ochacco, offering each arm to you two as you make your way towards the front door. Izuku feels you squeeze his bicep and leans over, whispering softly in your ear. 

“You’re going to be fine. I won’t let him start anything. If he tries I’ll finish it.” You glance at Ochacco who offers you a warm smile as Izuku opens the front door to the house and lets the two of you walk in first. 

“Katsu I wanna dance.” Yuri whined, tugging on his arm. Bakugou rolled his eyes, glaring at Denki and Sero, who were snickering at him from across the room. Yuri was a nice girl, but she was a nightmare when she drank. ANd it didn’t matter how many discussions they had about it. She never did what she said she was gonna do. And as much as it pissed him off, the alternative of being alone, was not something he wanted. 

Having Yuri meant not having to accept responsibility for the pain and hurt he caused. Having her meant he could pretend the feelings he still carried for you, were really for her and some days he almost tricked himself into believing he loved her. Then something would remind him of you and the dream would end. 

“In a little bit baby,” he kissed her head and wrapped his arm around her waist. She giggled, nuzzling against him further. 

“Hey Katsu?” Bakugou grunted, wondering what else she could possibly want at this moment. “Who’s that girl with Ochacco and Deku?” Katsuki’s eyes snapped open as he followed her line of sight towards the green haired boy. His mouth went dry, his arm falling from Yuri’s waist. 

“Y/N! It’s you!” Eijiro swept you up into his arms, hugging you tightly. You grin, pressing your face into his shoulder. You had been close, but when everything fell apart, you weren't angry or upset that he stood by Bakugou. “I’ve missed you.” he whispers, cupping your face in his hands and pressing his forehead to yours. 

“Like I could miss your birthday?” you tease. Kirishima rolls his eyes, letting you go. 

“I’m glad you’re here. And I promise. Good night. No drama or bullshit. If you see Bakugou just ignore him.”

“Like he makes that easy.” Kirishima rubbed the back of his head, chuckling nervously. 

“Please. Restrain yourself for me will ya?” 

‘Of course.” You wave as he’s pulled through the crowd. Izuku leans over you and Ochacco. 

“I’m gonna get us some drinks!” He shouts over the music. You both nod and as he leaves Ochacco grabs your arm. 

“Come dance Y/N!”

Bakugou couldn’t believe he was really seeing you. Here in the flesh. 

You looked good. Your outfit accentuating your body perfectly, showing off all of your best assets. Your hair, your eyes, you looked like an absolute daydream. Like a cloud he wanted to get lost in. He bet you were still so soft and pliant-

“Katsu?” Katsuki snapped his head to the side, looking down at Yuri. She’s staring at him curiously. Bakugou cleared his throat, chugging the rest of his beer. 

“She’s nobody. Let’s dance yeah?”

Somehow in the hype and fun of dancing, Izuku managed to snag away Ochacco and you ended up dancing with Shoto. The two of you were never close in school, you don’t even remember speaking to him at any point, and yet his arms were wrapped around your waist, chin rested on your shoulder as you pressed your backside against him. He whispered in your ear, flirty pick up lines, crude jokes, the alcohol in your veins confusing the feeling in your stomach, were you drunk or high off the feeling of being this close to a man again. 

Shoto turned you in his arms, his hands resting just above your ass as he pressed you close to him. 

“How is it I never saw you in school?” he whispers, brushing your hair out of your face. You smirk, tilting your head up so your nose brushes against his. 

“I wasn’t in the flashy hero business. My niche is behind the scenes.” He nodded, pressing his forehead to yours. 

“The strong right arm,” he says, dragging his hand up your arm slowly as he speaks. You shiver, arousal pooling in your belly and seeping between your legs. 

Something in him snapped. Maybe it was the way she tilted her head or the fact that he touched her so intimately. 

He had tried to distract himself by dancing with Yuri. But the moment he saw her it was like he had to keep his eyes on her. He had to follow her through the room, it was the only way he could be close to her now, because he knew he didn’t have the right to try and even speak to her. He knew he didn't have the right to look at her or even bask in her beauty. And yet it was taking everything in him not to rush IcyHot and kill him for touching her. 

Because she was Bakugou’s.

She’d always been his. 

He was a fucking idiot. God he was so stupid.

“Katsu?” Yuri tugged on his arm. Bakugou had stopped dancing abruptly, standing with his hands in fists, eyebrows knit and teeth bared like he was ready to tear out throats. “Are you okay?” He looked down at Yuri, guilt washing over him, sobering him all the way up. He ran his hand down his face and shook his head, stepping away from her. “Katsu-” she reached for him. 

“I’ll be back.” he turned, shoulders hunched and head down, hands in his pockets as he heads towards the backdoor. 

Your body felt hot, Shoto’s breath leaving perspiration on your neck. It was too hot. Too much too soon. You reach up, pushing back on his chest. “I just need some air. I’ll find you in a bit.” Shoto gives you a concerned look, but doesn’t stop you as you walk around him, heels clacking on the ground as you make your way out back. 

“Oh….I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you were out here.” Bakugou turns sharply. He had come outside to get some air and figure out what to do. He wiped his face as he heard the backdoor open again, trying to hide the stray tears he couldn't keep contained. When he heard your voice it was like lightning striking him, his body going rigid as he whipped around.

You stood on the steps, glowing in the porch light like some ethereal fairy, something not of this world. He opened his mouth, but closed it again. After all this time, there wasn’t anything he could say to make this right again. 

Your first instinct is to run to him. To throw your arms around him and wipe his face. Anyone else may not have seen it, but you had spent most of your life with this man. You could see the unshed tears in his eyes, the way his jaw flexed, he wanted to speak but was fighting. You felt tears come to your own eyes as you looked at him, shirt untucked, tie loosened. He looked like a disgruntled child, it was cute, but also heartbreaking. 

“Don’t….” Bakugou’s voice is almost a whisper as he speaks quickly. You had turned, planning to go back inside, but the pleading word stopped you. Your heart yearning to run to him, trying to force your brain to make your feet move. “Don’t go….” 

“Bakugou-”

“Katsuki….You call me Katsuki.” his voice was gentle, soft, like he was talking to an injured animal. You wrap your arms around yourself as you face him once more. He takes a cautious step forward and when you don’t move away he takes another step forward. You shake your head, a sad smile on your face. 

“No…Not anymore-” he reaches out once he’s in front of you, threading his fingers through your hair. You sigh, hating how you slightly lean into it. He sees it too, and it makes him a little bolder. 

“I really fucked up.” he says softly, though he’s speaking more to himself as he continues to gently touch you, as if he’s committing you to memory, the feel of you, the sight of you, cuz he knows this is the only time he gets with you and when you’re done that’s all he gets. “I should have never let you walk out that door Y/N.” you take a step back, you’re feeling dizzy from his touch, from the arousal in your veins, from the memories of being wrapped up and drowning in him. It’s over. Why was he being so cruel.  

“Bakugou-”

“Please Y/N let me-” You rip away from him, stumbling back towards the door. You glare up at Bakugou, tears falling down your cheeks in anguish and betrayal, pain, hurt. 

“Why are you so cruel?! What did I do to deserve this? I only wanted what was best for you Bakugou! I devoted myself to you! I tried to be everything. It wasn’t enough. I wasn’t-” Bakugou silences you. He grabs your arms, yanking you to his chest as he wraps his arms around you. He holds you to him, you can hear his sobs, muffled in the top of your head, his shoulders shaking. 

“You’re my goal.” your eyes widen in confusion. You try to pull back but he just holds you tighter to him. “My goal….It isn’t to be the number one hero in the world anymore. It’s to be the number one hero in your life.” You’re speechless as he pulls back and rests his head on your shoulder. “The worst decision I ever made was putting you second. Fuck, I hate this shit, but that should let you know I mean it. I was a dick. I tried to fill the void you left. But another person, another mission…another beer…none of it was satisfying. Just you. I just want you….please….” You reach up, pressing your fingers to his cheek as you lean forward and kiss him softly. He jumps into it eagerly, grabbing your face and quickly taking control as he kissed you deeply, like you were oxygen and he needed a breath. Once you finally pull away you peck his lips, taking a step back towards the door as tears fill your eyes. 

it was a normal get-together, bodies casually sipping their drinks and people making food. there wasn't any alcohol, no loud music and no provocative dancing. just a casual meeting between dozens of friends. katsuki bakugou was there, always off in a corner gazing at you as you laughed with your friends.

you sat on the floor with them, and as he passed you, you put you hand out for a fist bump, only for his warm calloused hand to delicately grab your hand, unfurl your fist, and give your fingers a slight squeeze as he went on his way. the slight contact made your heart flutter, a smile making its way to your face as you watched him walk away. you talked to your friends for a few minutes more before excusing yourself with the excuse of "i need to go find someone," once he caught your eye again.

you walked into the kitchen to find katsuki beside someone else, helping them cook. you sauntered over there with a smile, catching his attention quickly. he turned to face you, arms open and inviting you for one of his warm hugs. you took the bait, nuzzling your head into his neck to breathe his sweet aroma in.

now no one knew you were together just yet, having not made it public. but that didn't bother you in the slightest. you've always been affectionate and katsuki has calmed down a lot since his first year- not to mention that you've both always been unbelievably close.

without another word, he grabbed your hand and dragged you off to a vacant room, ensuring no one was in there and that all the doors were closed. he didn't need anyone interrupting him. not when he was so love sick.

he sat on the bed, shoulders slouched forward to show he was a little tired, but you cooed at him nonetheless, pushing him down on the bed and laying beside him.

"such a pretty boy, katsuki," you whispered to him, gentle hands traveling to cup his face. his crimson eyes were half lidded but had a spark in them- that one spark that only you got to see. you slotted one of his legs between yours, scooting closer to him as you leaned in for a kiss.

katsuki's lips were soft- everything about him was soft when it came to you. not like either of you minded. his lips moved against yours in a comforting rhythm, sweet and slow. your thumbs brushed against his cheeks, soothing him. once you pulled back, he gave a tiny gasp, always surprised at what your kisses did to him.

"you're perfect, angel," he murmured against you, soft smile gracing his face. you placed your forehead against his, matching smile playing on your lips with closed eyes as you basked in his warmth and closeness.

"'nd you're my pretty boy, kats. always will be hm?"

"'course."

Bakugou blushes a bit but grabs your hand, leading you further into the fair.

“So, what do you wanna try first?” Katsuki looks at you, eyebrow raised. Noticing how you shiver from the cold breeze, he takes off his jacket and puts it around you.

“Told ya to bring a fucking jacket, dumbass,” he tsks. Thanking him, you bring the jacket closer to you, soaking the warmth coming out of it.

“What about a ferris wheel? Let’s start with a classic,” Katsuki nods and starts to lead the way. The large carousel wasn’t hard to see, it was towering over the whole carnival, luring people to it.

Bakugou himself wasn’t a fan of slow rides but you wanted to have a romantic night, so he sacrificed the attractions he had heard about, specifically The Death Drop, and others for the sake of some dumb large wheel.

Arriving at the Musutafu Eye, Bakugou buys the tickets for you two and impatiently waits to get on the carousel. It stops when you get to the top and you snuggle closer to your boyfriend to get more heat. The cold wind is stronger there, playing with your hair and giving you a perfect excuse to be glued to Katsuki’s side. Not that he was planning on protesting.

“I think I can see UA from here,” Bakugou remarks, making your head turn to see where he was pointing at. Katsuki smirks and bites your neck playfully, making you yelp in surprise.

“Hey!” laughing, you nudge him with your elbow, before bringing him closer to kiss him. Instantly, Bakugou puts you on his lap and embraces you. Hands run across your back, the touch toned down by your (his) clothes.

You grip the back of his head, your other hand caressing his shoulder. You tug at his hair and swallow the gasp he lets out. Taking this opportunity to deepen the kiss, your tongue pushes into his mouth to intertwine with his. You continue your little dance/battle for dominance until Bakugou wins, lips hungrily latching onto yours. Sadly, it doesn’t last long.

“This is nice, Teddy Bear, but you should also enjoy the view,” he smirks at your blushing face, cupping your cheek with his hand. You nod, connecting your lips again for a brief moment. However, you choose to stay sitting on his lap and turn your attention to the view.

You couldn’t see much because of the dark blanket that had settled over the city, as it slowly prepared for another night. Focusing on finding UA, your gaze runs over the whole landscape, looking for the hill that housed the school grounds.

“There, dumbass,” Bakugou points again, this time allowing you to take a look and not biting you. You nod when you finally notice it, standing on the lone hill in the sea of lights.

Soon, you make your way down. Glad to feel solid ground under your feet once again, you let out a soft sigh. Both you and Bakugou look around to see where you could go next, then Katsuki next to you goes stiff.

Confused, you follow his eyes, seeing Midoriya and Todoroki holding hands, walking towards you two. It didn’t look like they noticed you yet, they were too busy talking, and Deku was holding a plushie in front of him that was almost as big as he was.

“Motherfuckers, I can't have one peaceful day without them,” Bakugou cursed, grabbing your hand and dragging you to walk with him, “and that’s a small-ass teddy bear, I’ll get you a bigger one, just watch.”

“I would like to see you try,” you tease him. The stuffed toy you saw was big, it would be surprising if some attractions offered a bigger one.

Smirking at the challenge, Bakugou leads you to the nearest shooting range that had such teddy bears. He was just about to buy a few tickets for himself, when you held his hand down and put in your own money to try the range yourself.

“What, you think you can shoot better than me?”

“Well, I did have some training with Snipe when you were busy with Best Jeanist. Plus, I really want to give you that toy,” you point your chin at a small Pomeranian plushie that had a very similar grin on its fluffy face.

“Don't you fucking dare. How many times do I have to tell you that I’m not like some damn dog?” tsking, he picks up the plastic gun and tries it out. Giggling, you eye the toy, giving it a silent promise to win it.

“Okay, shut up, watch, and learn,” sneering, Bakugou takes a first shot, missing. Gasping, he shouts: “The fuck?!”

Laughing at his disbelief, you decide to be a supportive girlfriend and not to torture him with teasing. Rubbing his back, you try to soothe him: “It’s okay, Katsuki, it’s just one shot.”

“You have to hit all your shots to win the big teddy bear,” the range worker chirps in with a bored expression that would rival Jirou’s.

“Fucking fine. I won’t miss next time,” Bakugou grumbles, taking out change to pay for another set of tickets. You let go of him, giving his side an assuring squeeze, and move to his right to grab your own gun.

Lucky for you, the Pomeranian counts as a small prize, so you can miss some shots and still win it. Managing to hit all required targets, you laugh and thank the staff for the plushie.

Looking at your boyfriend, you see him aiming carefully, biting his lip in concentration. He shoots and hits the mark perfectly.

“Fucking told you I could shoot. The game’s just rigged,” he remarks when he notices your gaze. He quickly turns his full attention to the game. Steadying his weapon, he pulls the trigger and misses the aluminum target by a hair. It dings, making you cringe when the awful sound rushes through your skull.

Meanwhile, Bakugou’s eye twitches and he lets out a spray of curses. Giggling at him, you can’t help but mock him a little: “Ooh, the Great Lord Murder Shooter, teach me your ways,” laughing, you show off the plushie you won for him.

Katsuki pushes down the need to blow it to pieces, and instead reaches to his pocket to pay for yet another set of tickets.

“Third time’s the charm, I’m getting you the teddy bear like my fucking life depends on it. Doesn’t matter if I end up broke,” Katsuki declares and glares at the desired prize. Your heart stops for just a second and warmth settles in your chest. With a loving smile, you hug him and kiss him. “For good luck.”

Bakugou nods and a spark of determination settles in his red eyes, making them shine more as they focus on the target. Reloading the gun, he starts to shoot, hitting the marks. Not hesitating when he aims at the last one, Katsuki pulls the trigger and the sign falls down with a small clink.

You yelp in joy, pulling your boyfriend into a tight hug. His arms envelop around you and you feel his lips brush against your hair. The tension from his body slowly evaporates and he relaxes. He really wanted to win the stupid teddy bear for you, and not only to show you off or to prove Deku and Icyhot that he can give his girlfriend a better prize. He shot to win the smile on your face.

The stall worker interrupts your moment with a cough, handing over the teddy bear to Bakugou. It’s huge even in his arms and when he grabs it tightly, the only things visible are blond spikes and black combat boots.

He adjusts his grip, so he can actually see you. Quickly pulling out your phone, you take the opportunity to snap a picture of him holding a giant plushie. Easily a new lockscreen picture. You open your mouth but you’re interrupted.

“Don’t you fucking dare to say ‘teddy bear for your Teddy Bear’ or I’ll fucking dump you.”

“Wasn’t going to, but I’ll make sure to use it later. Now, give me my plushie!” you exchange stuffed animals, both grinning like kids. Bakugou looks at you with a soft expression, or at what he can see, as the bear is almost completely blocking his view.

After Bakugou admits he spent almost all of his money on the shooting range, you decide to head home and have a quiet night in. Just when you are about to leave the carnival, Katsuki runs off for a second, while you search for the best transportation method, holding both plushies. It’s a wonder you can see the phone.

Your boyfriend returns as your arms start to hurt. Turning around, Katsuki stands in front of you, blushing. In his hand lays a single red rose.

“For you, dumbass,” he mutters, offering you the flower. You melt a bit inside when you take the sight in. It’s beautiful, but you are more focused on Katsuki, who, even with his distaste of romantic gestures, has bought you the flower with the most passionate meaning there is.

Smiling at the redness staining his cheek, you kiss the coloured spots, exchanging the rose for the large plushie, so you can hold it close to your face and breathe in the soft aroma.

“Thank you, Katsuki.”

“You better like it, I spent the rest of my money on it. I wanted to give you more but… the damn shooting range bled me dry,” planning on giving you a bouquet, he felt moronic and cursed himself silently when he realized in front of the flower stall that he could afford only a single rose.

“Don't worry, one is enough,” beaming, you intertwine your hands and gently squeeze his in assurance.

You get to his house quickly - it’s empty, his parents out for a work weekend, so you decide to stay in the living room. Laying down on the coach, Bakugou starts to browse the movie collection before picking one. He had free rein as you were alright with whatever he would end up choosing.

When he's done, Katsuki lays down next to you, pulling you closer to his side. Resting your head on his shoulder, you sigh contently at the relaxing aura that’s residing in the room. For his brash personality, he could often be tender, especially around you or the squad. And for all your love for his harsher side, you also enjoyed sharing those soft moments.

Bakugou’s cheek rests on your head and soon, you feel a gentle touch of lips. Snuggling closer to him, you turn your attention to the screen.

Meanwhile, Katsuki focuses solely on you, tuning out the dumb movie. His hands rub circles on your skin, slightly tickling you. Looking at you, his heart is calm, his guard let down for once. Breathing in your scent, Bakugou hides a smile in your hair and strengthens the embrace.

You continue to watch the film in comfortable silence and plushies watching you from the other end of the sofa. The rose is already put in a vase, giving the room more colour. During the movie, Bakugou kept his eye on you, deep in thought about how your warmth slowly melted down his walls when you two were alone, how your eyes sparkled when he was about to win or how you would smile every time he looked at you.

The images disappear from his head when you wiggle in his hold, brushing your thighs over his crotch.

“Oh, my bad,” you giggle and repeat the move.

“Uhuh,” Bakugou scuffs, having his headspace filled with different type of thoughts. He pulls you closer by your chin and kisses you, gently biting your lower lip.

Smirking on the inside, sparks of joy go off in your chest because your plan has succeeded. You respond to the kiss, caressing his lips with your tongue. Pressing your thighs to his, Bakugou lets out a gasp.

“An accident, my ass,” he scoffs and takes your shirt off. You wiggle out of it, laughing when your arms get stuck at the collar. Repressing the need to explode the cloth, Bakugou quickly gets you out of it. His own shirt soon follows and you can finally feel him skin on skin.

Lowering his head, Bakugou cups your breasts, taking the bra off. His teeth tease the tip of your nipples, his tongue circling around the now hardened buds. Caressing your chest, Katsuki lets out a sigh, tickling you softly.

Your hands wander to his back, rolling him so he is leaning over you. Gripping his back, you feel the gentle movement of his muscles under your touch and dig your fingertips a little. Another rushed exhale of his sends shiver down your spine, making you turn your head sideways in pleasure when he marks your collarbone.

Moving lower to get rid of his trousers, something catches your eyes, making you stop. Katsuki senses your stiffness and pulls himself up, scanning your body over to make sure you are okay.

“What?” Bakugou panted, voice lower than usual. You continue to look at the plushies almost next to you.

“I can’t, the toys are watching,” you whisper in fake panic and turn to your boyfriend, holding back a smile.

“Fucking fine,” Bakugou scoffs and goes to turn them around. He swiftly returns and kisses you deeply, thumb caressing your cheek. You disconnect with a soft pop when he presses you down, his face hidden in the crook of your neck, ready to place another mark on you.

“They can still hear us,” you whine, pushing him away before his teeth can bruise you, “I don’t want to traumatise them…”

“Couldn’t you tell me that sooner?!” Bakugou almost shouts to your ear before getting you both up to carry you to his bedroom.

Placing you on the bed, Katsuki kneels down, takes off your clothes until you are both in nothing but underwear.

“Better?” Bakugou grins and goes down to nibble at your earlobe.

“Much better,” you agree, already a little out of breath. Moving lower, you rub on him through his boxers, forcing a groan out of him. His hips thrust up to meet your touch and you press harder on his growing erection.

Bakugou moans out your name and kisses you, tongue plunging in, swirling around your mouth. Your other hand presses on his back to have him close to you and you continue like this, exploring each other’s bodies, moaning at the soft strokes.

The kiss ends when Katsuki pinches you, making you yelp a little. Chuckling, you push your palm down his boxers, giving him a few strokes before going back in revenge.

“Not a smart move, Teddy Bear,” Bakugou growls, wiping the smile off your face when he does the same to you, except his fingers move your panties out of his way, so he can push inside your folds. A groan escapes your lips and you gaze at your boyfriend, towering over you with a playful smirk.

“Already out of words, huh, baby?” gloating, he pushes his digit deeper, curling it until it settles near your sensitive spot.

Not wanting to go down easily, you guide your hand to his cock again, this time not retreating after a few strokes. You brush your thumb over his tip, feeling the pre-cum sticking to you. He groans and buries his face in your neck, covering it with kisses and licks.

“Who is out of words now?” you comment after you trail the vein on his length and his lips stop giving you attention.

“Definitely not me,” Katsuki exhales and pushes a second finger in, stretching you out and avoiding your most sensitive spot on purpose, while teasingly brushing his thumb over close to your clit.

Cursing him, your hips thrust up, meeting his digits. Bakugou takes notice of your flustered face and shut eyes and decides to take pity on you. His thumb presses down on your neglected clit, tips of his fingers brush over your g-spot.

Katsuki moves up to swallow your moans with his lips. Your hands stroke him irregularly, the only thing on your mind is the pleasure from his fingers shoved inside you, already making your walls clench.

“F-Fuck, baby,” Bakugou groans to your mouth and impatiently takes his fingers out.

“Can’t wait already?” you mock him when the dizziness evaporates from your brain. Now, able to focus, you take a proper look at your boyfriend, taking in his muscled form, already stained with sweat and blushing spots.

“You’re one to talk with how wet you are,” he gets rid of his boxers quickly and takes your panties off.

“Can’t argue with that,” you hum and bring him down for a kiss. The atmosphere in the room was different than normally, when he would get rough just the way you wanted him, or even sometimes pushing your limits. Now it was more teasing and relaxed, neither of you were chasing after release, preferring to simply lose yourselves in the moment.

A soft gasp leaves your lips when you feel Bakugou enter you. Slowly pushing in, it takes a bit before his length is fully settled in. He stays still until you move your hips in a silent sign that he can move.

Already feeling a small relief when your warmth envelopes around him, Bakugou starts to thrust slowly, focusing on every little clench. Having placed his forearms around your head, one of his hands finds its way to your hair, stroking it gently.

You loop your arms around his torso, keeping him close.

“Fuck, you feel so good, baby,” Bakugou whispers into your ear, sending shivers down your spine and straight to your clit. You return the compliment, getting a harder thrust as a response.

“Love see… seeing you like this, Teddy Bear. Spread out and all red, just for me.” You nod, the only thing you can see is his adoring expression. His pushes continue and you keep exchanging whispers of love and praise.

Bakugou’s words have always had the power to make your knees weak and sweet-talk in bed made you only more in love with him. You bring his lips to yours, putting all that love into the touch. The soft but steady pressure of his mouth says silent ‘love you too’.

Soon, you feel your orgasm approaching and Katsuki groans when your insides tighten around him. Speeding up a little, he moves his lips to your ear, gently nibbling on it and licking the reddened skin.

The hand entangled in your hair moves down, circling around your clit, taking you over the edge with a final deep push. Moaning out, Katsuki comes, staining your inner walls white.

Slowly taking his cock out, he turns to your neck, leaving a trail of butterfly kisses. Sighing, you revel in the waves of pleasure slowly fading and turn you both on your sides, still facing eye to eye.

The adoration in the crimson is more evident now, that the taint of lust is gone. You must have a similar expression on you as Bakugou smiles and takes you by your chin for a peck. Both of you say nothing for a while, simply basking in your feelings until Katsuki breaks the silence.

You could write manuals on his expressions by now, and you are pretty sure he is going to say something silly thanks to this particular spark in his eye and the way he licks his lips before they take the shape of a smirk.

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Bakugou hated when March rolled around, especially March 15th, being his father’s birthday. He didn’t hate his parents but he hated being bothered by them, and this particular situation bothered him. He got his dad the same thing every year since grade school, his mother insisting that he’d get them for his father, she’d give Katsuki money and he would go out and get them. However; being his first year at UA he opposed to getting his father something this year, he had a reputation to uphold. There was no way he was going to buy red carnations for his dad this year, he refused to let his classmates see him with a bouquet of flowers. He felt conflicted, he didn’t want to make his mom mad and yell at him about not getting his father anything for his birthday, and he didn’t want his father to get upset that he broke the tradition, no matter how much Katsuki hated it, he knew his father liked his present and he didn’t want to disappoint.

Bakugou sighed, listening to Kirishima go on about his weekend and wanting to do something with him, “No, I’m not going out.”

Kirishima stopped talking and looked at Bakugou, frowning, “Why not? We can just go after school?”

“No, I have something to do after school.” Bakugou barked.

Kirishima smiled, “Sure dude, whatever you say.”

Kirishima turned around, deciding to ask other people to hang out, Bakugou sighed in relief, there was no way people were going to know he was getting flowers. He was dreading last period, wishing his father’s birthday was far away from this weekend, wishing he got his father something else all those years ago. Bakugou looked around the room, making sure that no one was watching him pull out his phone. He opened an app for directions and searched for the nearest floral shop. Five miles, Bakugou nodded and locked his phone, now looking up around the classroom. His dad’s birthday was Saturday and it was only Friday so he would have to keep the flowers at his house overnight… and bring them into the dorm. His hands got clammy in nervousness about the whole situation, there was no way he could sneak them into the dorm without anyone seeing and asking questions. He pulled the sleeves on his sweatshirt, trying to calm down, balling the ends of his sleeves in his fists.

Bakugou huffed when the bell rang and sprang out of his seat. He threw his bag over his shoulder and got out of the door as fast as he could, wanting to stop at his dorm before he left for the flower shop. He sighed in relief when he finally got to his dorm, opening the door and closing it with a slam, now throwing his bag to the ground and flopping down on his bed. Groaning he unlocked his phone and typed in the address, needing directions on how to get there.

He picked himself up, opened the door and looked around to make sure no one was in the hallway to question him. He slid outside, making his way to the staircase, always checking to see if anyone was in his way, not feeling like explaining himself or coming up with an excuse.

Thankfully no one was in the main loft as he made his way out of the entrance of the dorm, making sure he had his wallet and his phone for directions before he left the actual property of UA. He started for the nearest train station, he refused to walk five miles since training tired him out earlier that day. Bakugou put his earbuds in, wanting music to distract him from the embarrassing task he was set out to do. He turned on one of his favorite playlists, an English one, and he was glad he could understand. His pace quickened with the beat of ‘Hold The Line’ By Toto, now really getting into the song. The train ride was silent, sitting down finally catching his breath from all the fast walking he was doing. The train ride was short, only getting halfway through ‘Build Me Up Buttercup’ by The Foundations. He wiped the sweat from his hands onto his shorts, trying to calm his nerves, he knew that no one he knew would be there but the small voice in his head screamed at him otherwise.

He left the train station and pulled out his phone, now not really knowing where he was going. He read the directions and started walking, looking up once every two minutes to make sure he wasn’t going to bump into anyone and blow up on them. Once his phone told him he arrived at his destination he locked it and slid it into his pocket, now looking up at the little flower shop. He sighed and went inside, not really knowing what to expect.

He couldn’t hear the ding of the door as he opened it, but you did. You bounced your way to the front of the store, having to greet yet another customer. You stopped when you saw him, he was cute. You tried your hardest not to blush, swallowing your nervousness down you had to remember that you were at work and he was just another customer.

You smiled, “Hello, is there anything I can help you find?”

Bakugou stared at you, watching your mouth move, but he had no clue what you were saying. He felt stupid, his face turned a slight pink since he couldn’t understand you. He ripped one of the earbuds out of his ears, so he could understand you.

“I’m sorry?” He choked out.

You giggled, “I said, is there anything I could help you find?”

Bakugou huffed, trying to push his thoughts away, not wanting to allow himself to find you cute. He wanted to deny your offer, offended that he would need help with anything, but he was at a loss here and didn’t want to be here long.

You giggled again before he could say anything, “My Girl? I don’t see you as the type to like The Temptations…”

Bakugou looked at you wide-eyed, “Excuse me?”

You laughed, now clutching the apron you were wearing that was apart of your uniform, “Your music.” You felt your cheeks hurt, this was getting too good. You never felt like this around a customer, it almost felt wrong.

His eye twitched, “Oh…” Bakugou quickly paused the song, “It’s… a good song.”

You nodded and smiled, Bakugou felt his cheeks heat up again and he had to wipe his hands on his shorts again, feeling like it's becoming a habit. He never felt this way near someone, let alone a stranger.

“So,” You started, “What did you need help with?”

He looked at you for a second, soaking in your features. Taking in the way your apron was tight around your body, really giving him a good look your body, how your face was a perfect match made his mouth water. He swallowed, now looking at the floor to avoid awkward eye contact.

“Um, Carnations…” He whispered.

You smiled again, getting excited to show him where they were, “Oh! They are over here, follow me!” You lead him near the back of the shop, making quick turns through the aisles of varies flowers. You stopped in front of the Carnations, showing off all the colors the shop had. Bakugou eyes them, even though he already knew what color he needed.

He looked at you; you weren’t looked at him but at all the Carnations, smiling, like you were proud of them. Bakugou’s heart swelled and he hated it. He wanted to punch Cupid for hitting him with the ‘love arrow’.

Bakugou grumbled, “Thanks.” He turned towards the flowers, placing his hand on his chin as if he was thinking which one he should get.

“Did you know what color you were looking for?” You asked hopefully.

Bakugou nodded, picking up the red bouquet of Carnations. “Oh red! A lovely color!” You said excitingly, “Are you ready to check out?”

Bakugou looked you up and down, “Yeah.” He said trying to sound uninterested.

You nodded with a smile and lead him to the cash registers, now ringing up the bouquet. You told him the total and he got out his phone and placed it on the table, and then took out his wallet. He gave you the money and you eyed his phone when it lit up, not wanting to be nosy you took the money and punched the number into the machine, it opened and you counted out his change. You smiled and handed it to him, he didn’t smile back but that didn’t bother you.

“Next time maybe you can show me your playlist!” You said, following him back to the door of the shop.

“Yeah, maybe.” He breathed, now opening the door, leaving you inside the shop. You gave a small wave that he didn’t see, sighing in content, now going back to tend to the flowers.

Thankfully, no one saw him enter the dorms with the flowers, peacefully making his way to his room and finding a nice vase his father would appreciate. He arranged the flowers, wanting them to look nice, hating for it to be half-assed. He thought back to you, how nice you were, how you didn’t make fun of his choice in songs… how you told him next time you wanted to see his playlist. How embarrassing. Maybe he should blow up the flower shop; not when you would be there though, he didn’t want to hurt you. What. Hurt you? Fuck. He was fucked.

He went to sleep to forget about it, hating the fact that every second of his thoughts went back to you. When he awoke, he got dressed quickly and grabbed all his things so he could make his way to his parent's house, not forgetting to grab the vase. When he got to his parent’s house to celebrate his parents were very happy and his mom was satisfied with how the bouquet turned out. Bakugou was pleased when his dad thanked him, happy that his son continued the tradition. That night Bakugou made his way back to the dorm, still thinking back to the afternoon with you at the flower shop. Maybe... it wouldn’t hurt to go back tomorrow morning.

Bakugou couldn’t believe himself, he really got out of bed and dragged himself to this godforsaken place. He didn’t even care that much, in fact, he hated... hated you especially. He sighed, now opening the door, he could finally hear the dinging noise. You smiled, pausing your task and making your way to the front, ready to greet your customer. Your smile got even bigger when you noticed it was the cute guy from two days ago, not forgetting about him in the slightest.

“It’s you again!” You almost squealed.

Bakugou nodded his head awkwardly; Maybe this was a bad idea.

“Is there anything I can help you find?” You asked.

He scratched the back of his neck, “Well… What do you suggest?”

You almost jumped with excitement and Bakugou had to stop himself from saying ‘Cute’ out loud.

“Well, my favorites are the Peonies and Pansies, although we don’t have pansies you can grow your own because we have seeds… I also love Marigolds” You rambled, walking around to show Bakugou your favorites.

“Wait,” You stopped, “What’s your name?” You turned to him.

“Um… Bakugou… Katsuki.”

You nodded and looked down, “I apologize I shouldn’t have been so forward with a customer.”

“It's.... fine…” Bakugou eyed your name tag, “... Y/N” He shifted awkwardly.

You looked up at him when he said your name, glad that he wasn’t angry at you for asking his name.

“It’s nice to meet you Bakugou!” You smiled, walking around to show him more flowers, “I also like these roses!” You showed off all the different colored roses, “The pink ones are my favorite.”

“I’ll take a bouquet of those.” Bakugou belted.

You giggled and picked them up, “Is that all you wanted?”

Bakugou nodded, his cheeks now matching the roses. You lead him to the register, having him follow behind you.

You rang him up in silence, glancing up at him for a second to note at his handsome features, blushing slightly when he smirked down at you. You handed him his change and followed him to the door again, giving him a small wave as he opened the door and let it fall, closing… leaving you behind.

Shit. Bakugou was in deep. He stared into his mirror after practice, the sweat glistening off of his body. He glanced over to the pink roses sitting in a cup of water that he got from the kitchen, and thankfully no one was around the catch him. He looked back to the mirror and pointed at himself, “Stop… Stop this right now asshole.” After a second he sighed and got up, now climbing into bed, wanting to be well-rested for school tomorrow.

He woke up in a cold sweat to his alarm blasting nonsense, he quickly turned it off and rolled around, now groaning that he had to actually get up. He rubbed his eyes, now in a sitting position. He stood up and started dressing for school, already wanting the day to be over.

Sitting in his last period class, five minutes till the end of it; Unless the dumb professor had them stay later, but Bakugou prayed that wouldn’t happen. Kirishima had asked him what he was doing after class but Bakugou blew him off, saying that he had studying to do. Recently he’d been reading about different types of flowers, wanting to know more since you’ve peaked his interests. Was he really going to risk going to see you? What if you found him creepy? No, he noticed the way you looked at him, he smirked to himself, you liked him. He was confident, he wasn’t bad at anything, maybe a little awkward around you, but he knew you found him interesting.

When the class finally ended, Bakugou hurried to leave, grabbing his bag and heading for the door. He didn’t bother to go back to his dorm, he had everything he needed. Satisfied, he made his way to the station, blasting ‘Don’t Stop Me Now’ by Queen.

He took out his earbud and opened the door to the shop, now hearing the bell. You lifted your head and stopped tending to the flowers, now dusting yourself off and made your way to the front.

“Bakugou! Hey! What brings you here today?” You smiled at him, your new friend.

“Um... “ Bakugou didn’t think this far into his plan, “I forgot to show you my playlist… I also need more flowers.”

Your mouth made an O shape, “I was just kidding about the playlist! What flowers were you wanting?”

“Uh, Marigolds,” He said, saying a flower he knew you liked, hating himself that he remembered.

You smiled, now leading him to the spot where the Marigolds were, “What color did you want?”

“I’ll take one of every.” You eyed him and grabbed all the different colored bouquets.

“You really like flowers huh?” You laughed.

“Sure,” Bakugou said bluntly, “You could say that.”

He eyed you while you rang him up, “What’s your phone number?” Your head snapped up to look at him in surprise, “So I can send you the playlist.” He said slightly annoyed.

“Oh.” You wrote it on the receipt and handed it to him, and like clockwork, you followed him to the front and sent him off. Giving him the small wave, watching him leave you behind yet again. You smiled to yourself, you liked him but now you were sure that he liked you. Your phone buzzed and you got it out, opening the text from an unknown number, containing a link made by your friend Bakugou.

Bakugou sighed, looking around the main loft to see if anyone was there. He ran through the loft, careful not to mess up his flowers. He opened the door to his dorm and slid inside, trying to hide the flowers from anyone else’s sights. He made up vases from cups of water and carefully placed the bouquets in there designated cups. His focus was broken when there was a knock at the door, he wasn’t expecting anyone. He made his way to the door and opened it to a crack. Kirishima.

“Hey bro! What are you up to?” His friend said excitingly.

“Nothing. Go away.” Bakugou groaned.

“Wait. You’ve been so m.i.a. lately.” Kirishima said defeated.

Bakugou sighed, “Hold on, let me get my fucking coat.”

“Can I use your charger real quick?” Kirishima asked, placing his hand on his friend's door, trying to open it wider.

Before Bakugou could protest Kirishima had managed to pry the door open, now he could see everything.

Kirishima laughed and Bakugou wanted to kill his friend, “What’s with all these?” Kirishima laughed gesturing to all the flowers that adorned Bakugou’s room, now walking inside his friend’s dorm and grabbing the charger.

“Shut. Up.” Bakugou seethed.

Kirishima laughed harder, “Okay, Okay.” He got up, “Let’s just go.”

Bakugou sighed and followed his friend out the door, now following him outside of the dorms. Bakugou opened his phone and saw that you read his message but didn’t say anything, he wondered if he should talk to you. He huffed and locked his phone and looked up at Kirishima who was eating his dinner contently. He looked down at his phone and unlocked it, now sending you a message. He locked his phone, nervous that he finally texted you.

You felt a buzz in your pocket, you opened your open and saw a text from Bakugou. Your heart race sped up, “Did you like the playlist?” You read out loud. You giggled, now texting back about how much you loved it, and he replied back immediately. This went on for quite some time, lasting all the way to the time when you clocked out and went home and to bedtime. You felt crazy smiling at your phone, laying in bed, texting someone you just met, but Bakugou didn’t seem to mind too much when he had asked you to dinner. You felt ecstatic, texting back almost immediately to confirm that you would love to meet him for dinner. You both agreed that tomorrow afternoon would work best since you didn’t work and he didn’t have any training to do. You were nervous but excited to see him outside of your work, able to have a real conversation. You said your good nights and finally fell asleep.

You awoke when the sunlight started pooling into your room, now excited to get ready for school, you had something to look forward to later. When school was over you made your way to the flower shop, greeting your co-workers and grabbing a color bouquet full of your favorite flowers.

“What are you up to tonight? You look nice.” Your co-worker said, now ringing you up.

You giggled, “I have a date tonight!”

She smiled at you, “Wow, well, good luck!” She handed you your bouquet and change and sent you on your way.

You smiled the whole way there, basically skipping with delight, thankful that the restaurant wasn’t too far of a walk. When you got there you texted Bakugou and stated that you were outside, you smoothed out your clothes and fixed your hair, not wanting to look like a mess in front of your handsome date. You noted that ‘My Girl’ by The Temptations was playing overhead outside, you smiled knowing that Bakugou liked this song.

Your smile widened when he came outside to get you, you opened your mouth to greet him but he cut you off with a laugh, “Well, this is awkward.”