It’s Friday afternoon. The class bell rang, signaling the end of the school day, as well as the school week. Aizawa called out to you,

“(F/N), hang back a sec.” You look at Iida and the rest of the “Dekusquad” and nodded at them.

“You guys go on ahead. I’ll meet you at the dorms.” You walk up to the desk, as they all leave. Iida looks back at you and leans against the wall.

“I’ll wait for her, so she doesn’t have to walk alone.” He pushes his glasses up. Ochako smiles, gushing about how sweet he is, and Deku nods and they walk to the dorms.

Inside the classroom, Aizawa pulls out his gradebook. He flips it open to your page and points to a blank spot.

“Here are the grades from that week you were absent. I’m gonna give you a week to study the chapter and then you’ll take the test. I recommend asking your fellow classmates to help you study. If you can’t get anyone to help, you’re welcome to visit me during my office hours.” You nod grab your stuff.

“I’ll do my best, sir.” You walk out the classroom and saw Iida a few feet away looking at his phone.

“You didn’t have to wait for me you know.” He jumps slightly at the sound of your voice, and he clears his throat.

“Well, I didn’t want you to walk back to the dorms alone.” He smiles at you, and you can’t help but smile back. You two talked for a bit before you decided to ask him, “Hey, so remember that week I was away?” Iida nods. “Well, I gotta make up the work. Mr. Aizawa is giving me one week to study the whole chapter and then I must do the test. As the smartest guy I know,” you grin at him as his face flushes, “could you help me catch up?” He looks straight ahead, unable to look at you, “O-of course I can.” His voice slightly cracks. You smile wide, thanking him as you guys arrive to the dorms. You tell Deku and the others about what Aizawa told you and asked if they wanted to get together for a study group tomorrow, but everyone declined, already having plans.  

Iida sighs and looks at you, “Guess it’ll just be the two of us.”

You smirk, “Like a date?” you tease. He immediately blushes and bids you goodnight, running off to his dorm. Back in your dorm, you replay the way he reacted to you teasing him. You loved to tease him and see his reactions. You smile as you fall asleep.

{THE NEXT DAY}

You met Iida at the library. You yawn, “Morning, Iida.” He looks up to greet you, but freezes, a blush creeping across his cheeks. You were wearing sweatpants, a tank top, and a zip up hoodie.

“Hey, Iida, you okay?” You look at him. He continued to stare in awe. You look down at you outfit,

“Sorry if this is too casual. Woke up a bit later than I wanted to, so I didn’t have time to do my makeup and stuff.” You look away, “I can go change if it makes you uncomfortable.”

Iida stutters out, “No! No! It’s okay! It’s perfectly fine. Just caught me off guard was all. Haven’t seen you in anything other than your uniform or your hero costume.” He smiles. You chuckled.

“Yeah, people don’t usually see me straight out of bed. I had enough time to eat something and brush my teeth and hair.” You begin pulling your books out.

“Wow. So, you’re just naturally beautiful?” He looks at you in awe. You freeze, and he flushes.

“I just said that out loud, didn’t I?” He covers his face and begins babbling out apologies and saying about how “inappropriate” his comment was. You reach over and pull his hands from his face, smiling.

“Don’t be sorry. I thought it was sweet. I’m normally very self-conscious… so hearing you say that really made my day. Thank you, Iida.”

He smiles, looking at you with the sweetest look, “Tenya. Please… call me Tenya.” Now it was your turn to blush. “Okay, Tenya. Call me (F/N).”

{LATER THAT WEEK}

You and Tenya started spending a lot of time together. Studying together every day, walking with each other to classes, even hanging out after school. You both were comfortable enough that when you two were hanging out, you both dressed for comfort. Sweatpants, t-shirts, messy hair, you were both truly comfortable and truly yourselves. The rest of the Dekusquad was happy that you guys were such good friends now.

It was now the night before your Test Day, and you were Tenya’s room kinda stressing. You laid on his bed, as he sat at his desk. You were ranting about failing, or not studying enough, listing every possible thing that could happen. You buried your face in his pillow groaning as he chuckled at you. He moved over and sat on the edge of his bed, placing a hand on your back. “(Y/n), everything will be fine.”

You turned and looked at him, “Easy for you to say. You’re a genius! You’ve got the fancy glasses and everything.” You huff. He chuckles, “Actually, I don’t necessarily need these.”

You sit up fast, “What?! Then why do you have them?” You gawked at him.

“My vision is almost perfect, but I can’t afford to miss a thing. So, these are low prescription.” He pushes them up a bit. You give him a bit of a side glance, “You’re lying.” He gasps and you both laugh, “I most certainly am not!”

You reach up and take his glasses, trying them on. You can see clearly through them, and you take them off. Looking up at Tenya, you can’t help but stare in awe. He freezes, “What’s wrong?”

You shake your head, “Nothing. This is just the first time I’ve seen you without glasses.” You smile. He begins to blush, and says softly, “How do I look?” You smile and softly say back to him, “You’re beautiful, Tenya.” He blushes deeply, and takes a deep breath before asking, “Can I say something?”

You nod, “Of course.”

He smiles, grabbing your hand, placing it on his chest. You can feel his heartbeat, going so fast you though it might beat out of his chest.

“This is how I feel… every time you’re around me.” He leans down, resting his forehead against yours. “I was just scared you didn’t feel the same. If you don’t, I completely understand.” Your hand trails up to rest on the back of his neck.

“Of course, I feel the same. I’ve been teasing you since the first day of school. I always had this crush on you, ever since we met. That first day we studied together, when you told me how beautiful I was, that’s when I truly fell in love with you.” Tears brim in your eyes.

“You have no idea how happy you make me, how much I wanna kiss you.” He chuckles, tears threatening to fall from his own eyes. You make him look at you, “Then kiss me.”

As soon as those words left your lips, his lips slotted against yours in a gentle, almost timid way. You deepen the kiss, causing Tenya to moan. One of his hands finds its way in your hair, gripping it to pull you as close as possible, while the other hand goes around your waist, pulling you into his lap. You feel his cock harden beneath you, and you softly shift your hips to grind on him. His strong hands grab your hips, pushing you down onto his lap, grinding into your heat. He moans against your lips, mumbling a very soft, “fuck”. Hearing him swear made your heart race. You wanted to hear more, so you gently tugged at his hair and grinded down on his cock.

He buries his face in your neck, leaving kisses and small hickeys on your pulse. “I don’t want to rush things, but how far do you want this to go. If you aren’t ready, or just don’t want to, I have no problem with just kisses.” You smile and hum, playing with his hair, “I’m ready if you are. I’m all yours.”

His eyes met yours as he kissed you deeply and pulled away to strip off his clothes. You strip of yours, throwing them to the floor. Tenya grabs your hips and leans in, growling lowly, “You are absolutely beautiful.”  Your arms throw themselves around his neck, pulling him in for a heated kiss, as you two walk backwards onto the bed. He begins to trail hot open-mouthed kisses down your neck, before stopping at your breasts. He licks your nipple and begins to suck on it, fondling the other. You moan out his name, and he comes back up to kiss your lips.

You wrap your legs around him, grinding your wet heat against him. He moans and deepens the kiss. He pulls away, asking, “Are you sure you want to do this? I don’t want to pressure you or anything.” You whimper at the loss of contact, “I want you, Tenya. Please.”

He swears under his breath as he grabs his cock and stroked himself a few times. Lining up with your entrance, he kisses your lips and pushes himself in. You both moan at the feeling, and you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. “Fuck- squeezing me so damn tight!” He rests his forearms right beside your face as his head drops right next to your ear. You could hear every moan, whimper, and dirty thing he whispered in your ear as he began to move, thrusting slowly into you.

“T-tenya, please, faster.” You moan out breathlessly. He sits up and grabs your hips, pistoning his cock into you. You could feel your climax coming, and you moan out a warning. He nods as his fingers travel down to your clit, playing with it, pushing you closer to the edge. “Cum for me. Cum on my cock.” His dirty words push you over the edge as you cum, your eyes rolling back.

He continues to thrust, chasing his own orgasm, “Fuck- I’m gonna cum.” He throws his head back, moaning loudly. “Cum inside me please!” You call out. He leans down and kisses your lips, thrusting deeply before his hips still, cumming inside.

It’s the end of the school year, so 1-A is throwing a party to celebrate. You don’t know who started it, but someone started Truth or Dare, and everyone had to play. It started off simple enough, but glancing at Bakugou, you see he looks nervous. When your turn came around, you turned to Bakugou, “Truth or dare, Bakugou?”

“Truth”, he spit out before you finished your sentence.

You give him a small smile, “I’ll go easy on you, tell me a secret you have.” He glances around at the many pairs of eyes on you, so you stand up and hold out your hand to him.

“We can go to another room if you’re more comfortable that way.” His face flushes and he nods, grabbing your hand to pull himself up off the floor. You two make your way to your room.

Bakugou sits on your bed, looking at the floor, and you shut the door. You take a seat next to him, “I could tell the game was making you uncomfortable, are you okay?”

“Pshh, me? Fine.” He mumbles, still not looking at you.

“Mhm,” you hum, “Well you wanna tell me a secret? Or you wanna go back and get dares from Kaminari?” He jerks his head to face you, scared and says a quick “no!” and rubs his palms on his pants, slightly hyperventilating.

“Bakugou… what’s going on?” You place a hand on top of his and his hand trembles beneath yours.

“I just- I don’t- I don’t know!” He’s full-on hyperventilating by now. You pull him into a hug, his hands still on his lap, and he breaks down crying. “I-I’m scared.” He says into your neck, hands bunching the fabric of his pants as you hear slight popping noises from his quirk.

“Scared of what? Me? Bakugou, we’ve known each other for years!” You chuckle, and he pulls away from you, wiping his face.

“No, I’m just scared that if I tell you the secret that you’ll laugh at me. It’s dumb.” He looks away from you. You reach out and grab his face, using your thumbs to wipe the tears that won’t stop falling.

“Bakugou, you’re my best friend. No matter what. I promise. You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” You stand up and grab tissues for him.

“No, I need to tell you. Kirishima doesn’t even know.” He laughs through his tears. “Look at me, crying like a damn baby over something stupid.”

“Kats, it’s not stupid. I can tell that whatever it is means a lot to you, and it’s really eating you up inside. What you say doesn’t leave this room.” You look at him, and he takes a deep breath.

“I-… I’m a virgin.” He says, looking away from you. “Okay? Nothing wrong with that!” You say, slightly chuckling. He stands up and begins pacing.

“No, I mean I’m scared to have sex…” He says, looking at his palms. “What if I hurt them. Dunceface was talking about how rough and sweaty people get and I’m scared my quirk will go off and I’ll hurt them.” He looks at you, tears freely flowing.

You cock an eyebrow at him, “You know Kaminari was super nervous for his first time too? He was scared he was gonna shock his partner by accident. Uraraka was scared she’d make them float away!” He let out a slight chuckle. “And I was scared too. Everyone is scared, but once you find a partner that you feel completely comfortable with, you’ll figure it out.” You smile, as he sits back down.

“What if I do hurt them?” He looks at the floor, “What if I’m too rough?” He rubs his palms on his pants.

“Well, you can keep a first aid kit nearby. You an also try soft sex.” You offer.

He looks at you confused. “What the hell is that??” You laugh at his outburst.

“Not all sex is rough! It can be gentle, just be about feeling connected to your partner.” You explain. “I don’t know how else to explain it.” You chuckle.

“Can… can you show me?” he says, crimson eyes meeting yours. You gape, speechless.

“You want… to have sex with me?” You look at him as he nods.

“You said to find a partner I feel completely comfortable with…” He says looking at his hands.

“Yeah… I just… you sure you want me to take your virginity?” You say, putting your hand on his. “I need 100 percent consent for this. I don’t want you to feel pressured to do it with me just because your comfortable with me. If there’s someone you have feelings for that you’d rather- “

He cuts you off by placing his hand on your cheek, his other around your waist, slowly moving towards you, allowing you to stop him if you didn’t want this, but you close the space and kiss his lips. Your hand makes its way to his cheek, holding him close. You pull away first, your hand moving to play with the hair at his nape.

“Why didn’t you tell me you had feelings for me, Katsuki.” You whisper. He ‘tsks’ and puts his face in the crook of your neck.

“Doubted you felt the same.” He mumbles. You chuckle.

“Well, I do. I do feel the same.” You say, feeling his face heat up against your neck. “So,” you pull his face up to look at you, “If you really feel that way towards me, I’d love to be your first time.”

The kiss became heated fast, and Katsuki pulls you onto his lap. The feeling of him against you, his hands on your hips, helping you grind on his clothed cock, the feeling of it hardening beneath you, it all had you in ecstasy. Soon, you broke away and pushed him back, your hand on his chest, feeling his heart racing beneath your palm.

“I think I promised you a gentle first time, Kats. We can go a little faster next time.” You smiled down at him. You gently grind on him as he swears under his breath.

“F-fuck! Don’t stop.” He pants out, moaning at the feeling. You lean down and kiss him on the lips, and then trail them over towards his neck. The sweat on his neck was salty sweet on your tongue. Caramel. You nipped and kissed across his neck before he suddenly gasps and clutches your hips tighter, his palms slightly heating up. Found it. You began to kiss, suck, and nip at that spot. Katsuki moans out. You sit up and remove your shirt, throwing it to the floor, and he looks up at you in awe.

You chuckle, “You just gonna lay there and stare?”

He sits up and yanks his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor before meeting your lips again. You reach back and unclasp your bra, and Katsuki helps you take it off, before attaching his mouth to your chest. You gently tug at his hair, pulling his attention away from your chest and the marks he left. You stand up and remove your bottoms, and he mirrors your actions, leaving you both naked. You gently lead him back to the bed and sit beside his hips on the bed.

You grasp his cock and begin to pump. “(Y/n). Fuck. Not gonna last long if you keep that up.” He moans out, his hips thrusting up to your hand. Katsuki grabs the comforter beneath him, wiping the sweat off his palms.

“Do you want me on top? Or do you wanna be on top?” You say, licking the tip of his cock as you gaze into his eyes. He moans out, and you begin to suck him off. His hips stutter gently as he tries not to thrust into your mouth. Taking a deep breath, you swallow around him, taking him all the way to the base. Katsuki moan out, and thrusts his hips, cumming into your mouth. The salty sweet taste makes you moan around him, and you see his thighs twitch at the overstimulation. You sit up, and he watches as you swallow his cum, before panting, catching your breath. He throws his head back, “Fuck, you’re so good.”

He reaches down and pulls you in for a kiss. “Lay down, baby. Wanna taste you.” His voice is low and husky, and it sends shivers down your spine. You two switch spots, you laying on the now-caramel scented pillows and him resting between your thighs.

Katsuki places soft, open-mouth kisses on the inside of your thighs, along with a couple small hickeys. His kisses began to move up, ghosting over the area you craved him most. He gives you a devilish grin and kisses right below your belly button, causing you to whine, hips pushing off the bed towards his face.

“Please, ‘suki. I want you.” You whine, and Katsuki pushes your hips, pinning them to the bed.

“I thought I was needy.” He glances down between your thighs, and gently touches your pussy. “Fuck, baby. You’re soaked and I’ve barely touched you.” You whine in response, and he looks at you as he licks your center, causing you to gasp lightly. He grins at latches his mouth around your clit, teasing your entrance with his finger. He gently pushes his finger in, and gently thrusts it in and out.

“Suki, please, more.” You say, your hand making its way to his hair, pulling gently. He moans at the feeling and adds another finger, repeating his process. You can see his hips thrusting against the mattress.

When he gets close, he stops, not wanting to cum yet, and he moans out, “Baby, please. Need to be inside you.” He gently places a teasing bite to your thigh. All the sensations you are feeling take you over the edge as you cum on his fingers and tongue. He moans at your taste, and moves up to kiss you, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue.

Katsuki looks down at you, and you smile up at him. “We don’t have to go all the way today. I know we’ve done a lot today.”

He places a kiss on your lips, before looking into your eyes. “I want this. I want you. But if you’re tired, we can save the rest for another day.”

You grin at his response, and glance at his lips before meeting his eyes again. “Ready when you are.”

He kisses you deeply and then lines himself up. He begins to push inside and you both moan out. Once he’s all the way in, he stills, allowing you both to get used to the feeling. He ghosts his lips over yours, before placing a light kiss. He begins to thrust gently, and he buries his face in your neck. He begins to get a rhythm going, and you both get lost in the feeling.

“Katsuki, faster, please!” you moan out, clutching his shoulders. His hands on your hips get slightly warmer, and he speeds up his pace. Katsuki’s head goes back, moaning uncontrollably. Seeing the ecstasy on his face, you felt the feeling in your core get tighter. “Gonna cum, Suki!” You moan out, and he looks down at you, “Me too” he pants out, “Where do you want it, baby?”

“I-Inside! I’m on the pill.” You moan out. He groans and bends down, kissing you. “Gonna fill you up princess.” He groans beside your ear. You couldn’t help but clench around him.

“Fuck, you want that, princess? Want me to fill you up?” He says, thrusting faster and harder. Your legs wrap around him, as you manage to whimper out ‘mhm’ and he leans down and smashes his lips to yours. He feels you cum around him and he groans into your neck. His hips stutter and he moans out as his hips still, cumming deep inside you.

You two stay like that for a bit, catching your breaths. He places soft kisses on your neck, and you begin to play with his hair. He slowly pulls out and lays beside you, pulling you to rest your head on his chest.

Everything was going fine. The villains were being handled. There have been a few casualties, but nothing that you can heal. You and Bakugou were on patrol when a villain attacked. Just one lowly villain, nothing the two of you can’t handle. Or so you thought. After the 5th person got injured, you called for backup, despite Bakugou and his ego telling you you’d be fine. The villain seemed to have multiple quirks, something that neither of you have gone against.

 A loud explosion went off, as Bakugou blasted his way over to you with another injured person.

“Another one for ya, (H/N).” He placed them down beside you. You nod and finish healing your current patient.

“Thank you, Dynamite. Keep it up!” You smile and heal the next person. He blasts off again and gets back into the fight.  

Deku and Kirishima came to help, and after giving them the low-down about the villain, they joined Bakugou in battle. You healed the last person, and they went off to seek shelter. You began to relax and take a breather, brushing the dirt off your skirt, when another explosion went off, this time sending Bakugou flying towards you. Deku caught Bakugou and sat him down. You immediately got to work healing him.

“What the hell happened, Dynamite?” You looked at him, worry lacing your voice. He ‘tsk’ed and tried to stand up.

“Just an ass who isn’t fighting fair. He’s got some bad quirks…” Bakugou mumbles. You can tell he’s worried, and very weak as he stumbles the get his balance.

You grab his arm, pulling him back down, “Sit down! You’re not fully healed yet!” He tries to get up again but stops when he sees the villain take aim at you, powering up a quirk they haven’t seen yet. You don’t seem to notice as you continue to fuss over Bakugou, so Bakugou makes the last-minute decision to shield you. Your terrified faces are the last thing you two see before you vision turns black, and you both pass out.

{THE NEXT DAY}

You awake at the hospital, hooked up to monitors. You don’t feel ill, just a bit sweaty, like you woke up from a bad dream. No aches and pains. No bandages anywhere. You look around and see Bakugou in another bed next to yours, in similar condition to you: couple bandages on his forehead and limbs and hooked up to monitors.

“Bakugou?” You call out to him. He stirs a bit, groaning about “five more minutes”, before his eyes shoot open and he realizes where he is.

“Why the hell are we in a hospital?!” He yells. You shush him, “No need to yell. I’m right here.” He ‘tsk’ed again and yells out for a doctor or nurse. A doctor comes in, along with Mr. Aizawa.

“Glad to see you both awake. How are you feeling?” The doctor says, relief written all over her face.

“Fine. Nothing hurts. What happened?” You say looking between the doctor and Aizawa.

“Yeah, and when can we get out of here?” Bakugou said.

“You two can leave and go back to the dorms once I sign you out. You were hit with an unidentifiable quirk. Until we know what it is, you two are to be watched and chaperoned.” Aizawa says, looking between you and Bakugou. You nod, as Bakugou sputters out in anger.

“What?! You dumbasses don’t know what quirk it was?” He clenches his fists, and suddenly feels how dry his hands are. “What the hell? Where’s my sweat?” He looks down at his hands, trying to make little explosions, but to no avail. He punches the wall, bruising his knuckles.

You turn to him, “Will you chill out? You’re giving me a headache!” You clench your knuckles and feel little firecrackers go off. You both freeze, and Bakugou looks back at his hands, his knuckles now healed.

The doctor gasps, “Oh dear! It looks like you two have switched quirks!” She scribbles down on her clipboard, as you and Bakugou begin stuttering and yelling about how to switch back.

Aizawa clears his throat, “Will both of you stop? Now that we know what the quirk did, we know how to handle this. How long will they be like this, doc?”

The doc hands him the clipboard, “Only a day or two. This quirk is rare, but a common problem we see here in the hospital.”

Aizawa nods and signs the clipboard and looks at you two, “Looks like you two will be working together until this is solved. You have a choice: sit out of hero work until you both are back to normal or train each other to use your quirks. Decide by tomorrow morning. For now, let's get you to your dorms.”

{AT THE DORMS}

Once all of class 1-A was filled in on the situation, you and Bakugou went to his room to make the decision.

“What do you think?” you say, leaning against the wall. He sits on the bed, “I don’t wanna sit out. They need our quirks. Damn extras would be nothing without us.” He smirks, and you roll your eyes.

“Fair enough. We’ll just have to work hard to learn these new quirks. Shouldn’t be that hard though.” You flex your hands. Bakugou nods and stretches.  

“Might as well get some rest. Let’s meet up at 7 before class. We can work on our quirks a bit before having to use them in training. Wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.” He mumbles that last bit, but you heard him, loud and clear.

“Aw, so you do have a soft side! How cute.” You chuckle. His face turns red at your teasing.

“Shut up, you damn nerd. I’m being serious. Now get out. I’m going to bed.” He turns away.

You laugh before making your way to the door, “Night Bakugou. See you bright and early!”

{7 AM THE NEXT DAY}

The next morning, you and Bakugou meet up at the P.E. Grounds in your gym uniforms.

“Morning Bakugou! Lovely to see you bright and early.” You tease.

He mumbles, “Too damn early to deal with you. Let’s just get this over with.” He stretches.

“Well, you’re the one who said, ‘bright and early’! Excuse me for just doing what you asked.” You huff, crossing your arms.

He ‘tsk’ed, “Whatever, just tell me about your quirk.” He looks down at his hands, flexing them. You walk over and pull out a knife.

Bakugou leans back a bit, watching you, “Hey! What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” His voice wavers.

You hold out your hand, “You wanna learn, give me your hand.” He cautiously does so, and you slice his palm. He hisses at the sharp pain, before seeing the gash heal itself within seconds.

“That’s one part of my Healing quirk. It automatically heals me. No matter how deep, or if there’s broken bones, it heals me. However- “, You slice your own palm, and grab Bakugou’s hand, hovering it over yours, “Just relax and breathe, and it’ll heal me.”

He looks worriedly at your gash. ‘It’s so much deeper than the one she gave me…’ He worries. He takes a deep breath, and with shaky hands, he heals you. A faint glow radiates from his hands. You flex your now-healed hand.

“It’s that simple. Boring, I know, but necessary, as you have seen on our patrols together. Your turn to teach.”

He nods, and clears his throat, “Well, my quirks Explosion. I secrete nitroglycerin-like sweat from the palms of my hands and ignite it on command. You did a little of that yesterday at the hospital.”

You chuckle, “Oh yeah, that’s how we figured it out. Doesn’t seem too hard.” You make little, tiny explosions in your hands, “Feels like Pop-Rocks!” You laugh.

He chuckles, “Yeah, it does. Now, try to gather some sweat in your palm, and make another explosion. Be sure to shoot it away from you. Don’t need you hurting yourself.” He crosses his arms, watching you.

“There you go acting all soft on me again. So sweet that you care about little ol’ me~.” You tease, grinning at the now flustered Bakugou.

“Sh-shut up.” He clenches his fists, before remembering he can’t make his explosions. You do as he asks and create your explosion.

Bakugou chuckles from behind you, “Not bad. Do it again. Make it bigger this time.”

You do it again, bigger, and more powerful, and the explosion propels you back. You yell out before falling back into Bakugou.

“I got you, princess. You need to brace yourself.” He holds you upright. You look over your shoulder at him.

“Princess, huh? I finally get my own nickname?” You grin, teasing him and trying to hide the faint blush on your cheeks.

He huffs, “Fine, I’ll go back to calling you a ‘damn nerd’ just like everyone else.” He lets go of you. You spin around to face him, crossing your arms. His face heats up, ‘She’s adorable.’ He gets a little smirk on his face, watching you rant on about finally getting a nickname, only for him to take it away. His phone alarm goes off, signaling 30 minutes until class starts.

“C’mon princess, wanna teach you how to propel yourself before class starts.” You squeal at the nickname, and he chuckles.

{IN CLASS}

While waiting for class to begin, you and Bakugou still talking about tips for each other’s quirk, when he brings up about your hero costume.

“What do you mean I need a different costume?” You ask, thinking about it.

“The skirt. You should wear pants of some kind. I’ll ask my parents to piece something together for you. Unless you want someone to see your underwear.” He teases, smirking at you.

After dealing with his teasing all day, you decide to give him a taste of his own medicine.

“I don’t know. Would you like to see my underwear, Bakugou?” You grin wide, as Bakugou tries to stutter out a response. He didn’t expect you to be so bold with your teasing. Before he could properly get a response out, Aizawa walks in, and class begins.

{P.E.}

Everyone was sparring, while you and Bakugou practiced more. Aizawa was surprised to see you and Bakugou getting a hold on your quirks so quickly, not expecting you two to wake up early to get a head start. During class, Bakugou had messaged his parents about your costume, and they helped make what was essentially a female-version of his hero costume, along with a male-version of your costume for Bakugou. Aizawa called everyone up and split them all up into pairs for patrol. You and Bakugou went to get changed.

{GIRL’S LOCKER ROOM}

You head into the locker room with the box Bakugou’s mom gave you. You opened the box and changed into your temporary costume.

“Woah, (y/n)! That looks so good on you!” Uraraka said. The other girls chimed in, agreeing with her. Looking at yourself, you saw the outfit accentuated your body features, making your hips, chest and butt stand out.

“I like it, just forgot how much skin Bakugou’s costume shows.” You say, feeling the cold air on your arms. Mina wraps an arm around you, “I think you look hot! It’s only temporary, right? Flaunt what you got!” The girls began to hype you up as you laced up your boots.

“Well, here goes nothing.” you mumble, face flushed as you step out of the room.

{BOY’S LOCKER ROOM}

His temporary costume has a lot of armor. Being a healer, you need more defensive attire than weapons.

“You kinda look like part of the SWAT team now, bro!” Kirishima spoke up. Bakugou fixed the somewhat-comfortable armored vest and looked at his reflection in the mirror.

“Yeah! Looks good, Baku-bro!” Denki spoke up “Wonder how she looks in your costume.”

“Well, if it’s anything like your costume, she’ll be smoking hot!” Mineta drooled, imagining your body. Bakugou growled and punted the grape across the room, “Shut up, you pervert.” He grabbed his gauntlets out of his locker for you and stomped out of the room.

{OUT FRONT}

Everyone meets out front to meet with their partner and find out what area they’re patrolling. Bakugou comes out and sees you, freezing in place. You notice him and make your way over, your hips swaying as you walk over.

“How do I look?” You say one hand on your hip. Bakugou stutters a bit, snapping out of his trance.

“Fine, I guess. Never look as good as me, but whatever.” He mumbles. His blush spreads across his face to his neck.

“You’re blushing.” You smile, crossing your arms.

 “Am not, shut up.” He looks away. You grin wide and look at the gauntlets in his hands,

“Those for me?” You nod towards them. He nods and hands them to you. You try to get them on, but have trouble, so Bakugou grabs your arm,

“Here, like this.” His hand pulls the one gauntlet over your wrist, smoothing the glove up your forearm. You get a slight chill from how gentle he holds your arm. He helps you with the other one, and the rest of the class can’t help but notice this moment between you, a moment that can only be described as intimate.

You glance up at his face, noticing the concentration and how calm he looks. You notice how handsome he truly is up-close, and accidentally speak your thoughts.

“You’re so handsome, Bakugou.” You whisper, then cover your mouth, surprised at what you just admitted. Bakugou chokes on air before turning fully red. Aizawa, who wasn’t really paying attention to all this, dismisses everyone to their patrols, and you and Bakugou silently head off.

{ON PATROL}

While on patrol, you could see out of the corner of your eye that Bakugou kept glancing at you, but every time you turned to look, he’d look away.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” You say sarcastically. What you didn’t expect, however, was for Bakugou to pull out his phone and snap a pic of you. Hearing the camera go off, you spin around to meet his smug face.

“I cannot believe you actually did that!” You fume. He turns his phone around to show you the blurry picture of you.

“Not that good of a pic though. Let me take a better one.” He smirks, readying his camera again.

“If you want a picture, I’ll give you one.” You lean against the brick wall of the building you were currently at and look at the camera. Bakugou, as red as Kirishima’s hair at this point, took the photo. You both began to laugh and have a mini photoshoot. Striking all sorts of poses, silly, serious, even Bakugou trying his hand at modeling. You two laugh looking at the pics. Then you get a ping from Deku and Todoroki, requesting backup, so you make your way over.

It was chaos. Fire everywhere. The League of Villains was at it again. You clench your fist and turn to Bakugou, “Stay here, heal those I bring to you.” He nods, “Just like we always do.” You smile, “Always.” You blast off towards Deku and Shoto and find some others from class are here too.

“Hello, Lady Dynamite!” Denki says, electrocuting another lackey.

“Thanks for coming, didn’t know if you and Kachan were okay to join us. We just need to hold them down until the Pro’s get here.” Deku says. You nod and yell to everyone, “Bakugou is down there healing the wounded, so take them to him!” You point at Bakugou, and he gives a thumbs up.

Bakugou watched as you fought. You had a bit of a temper like him, but you aren’t as quick to anger like him. You use your emotion to help you, your anger literally fueling the flames. You propelled yourself at Dabi, who was too focused on Shoto to notice you. You attacked him, a flying kick to the middle of his back, knocking him down into the pavement.

“You interrupted our family meeting, you bitch.” He sent flames at you; you easily dodge them. Shoto takes the opportunity to shoot ice daggers at Dabi.

“Don’t worry, Lady Dynamite. I got him.” Shoto lunges at Dabi again. You nod and spin around, seeing Spinner at the last second, just barely missing the swing of his katana. You blast him away, and then blast yourself towards him. After some time in a heated battle with Spinner, the Pros come. Distracted for a second, Spinner takes a stab at you, piercing your side. You hear Bakugou yell out your name as blood pours from the wound. Aizawa hurries over and takes you to Bakugou, who is shaking. All the injuries he has healed so far were minor. Bakugou holds you in his arms, “I got you. It’s gonna be okay, you’re gonna be okay.” He can’t tell if he's trying to convince you or himself.

You hiss out in pain, grasping your side. “Come on, Bakugou. You got this. It’s only a scratch. You sound like I’m dying.” You laugh, wincing as your side began to sting. You started to feel faint from the blood loss. Bakugou notices, and lays you down on the concrete, putting a jacket under your head.

Bakugou, on the brink of tears, hovers his shaking hands over your wound, “Stay awake, (y/n). C’mon. Don’t give up already, princess.” His voice wavers as your side begins to heal, the sharp sting now a dull ache.

“Katsuki…” You whisper, finally passing out from it all. Between the blood loss, the pain, and overusing your/his quirk, you were exhausted.

The battle was now over. The LOV escaped. Heroes were now putting out fires and repairing the damages done. Recovery Girl comes over after finishing her last patient. She took care of all the major injuries. She places a hand on your forehead and then places a small kiss.

“She’ll be fine. She overused her quirk- or rather your quirk. You did a great job, Bakugou. Your emotion must have increased your ability to heal bigger wounds.” She says, patting his back.

Bakugou pulls you into his arms and holds you close. His heart feels like it’s about to beat right out of his chest. He felt so scared that you were going to die, or he would mess up, or he would somehow make things worse, but his train of thought was interrupted as Deku came down.

“You did awesome, Kachan. (Y/N) will be so proud of you when she wakes up. She must be so tired from all the fighting. She was amazing.” Deku says. You could see the wheels turning in Deku’s mind as he replays the fight over again, taking mental notes of the way you fought.

“Of course, she was amazing.” Bakugou barks out defensively, “She’s always amazing…” Bakugou puts his forehead against yours. Deku smiles, realizing that Bakugou has really fallen for you, and he secretly snaps a pic of the two of you.

{THE NEXT DAY}

You woke up, alone in your room. You glance at your phone and notice it’s late in the school day. It hasn’t been that long since the tough battle, as it was only yesterday that you passed out in Bakugou’s arms. You smile at the thought, your whole body heating up. You read your many messages. A lot of them are people just checking in, but one from Deku stood out,

“I don’t know what happened between the two of you, but Kachan really cares for you. Haven’t seen this much emotion from him in a long time. He hasn’t left your side since the battle.”

 Attached was the picture he took when you were passed out, Bakugou holding your body in his arms, pressing his forehead against yours. You smile and save the picture. Just then, your stomach growls, and you get up and head to the dorm kitchen to grab a bite.

Upon entering, you see Bakugou, wearing sweatpants and a tank top, cooking something on the stove.

“Mmmm, something smells good.” You say, walking towards him. He smiles at you, before turning back to the pot.

“Hey, princess. Hope you like spicy curry.” He chuckles. You come up behind him, wrapping your arms around him, pressing your head into his back. He stiffens up and turns to you, pulling your head up to look at him,

“You okay, princess?” he looks at you, eyes scanning your face for any sign of pain or sickness.

You smile and hug him tighter, burying your head in his chest, “Thank you for taking care of me, Bakugou. You really didn’t have to…”

“Katsuki… you can call me Katsuki, and of course I had to. I felt responsible for all of this…” His arms wrapped around you.

You glanced up at him, removing your arms from him, he went back to stirring the curry.

“Katsuki, nothing that happened was your fault. Us switching quirks wasn’t your fault. Me getting hurt wasn’t your fault.” You don’t get a response, so you take a deep breath.

“Not even me falling for you… that wasn’t your fault either.” You turn away from him, not wanting to see his reaction to your confession.

You hear a slight gasp, the stove turns off, and the spoon hit the counter. Katsuki grabs your wrist and gently pulls you back to him, putting his hands on your waist. He has a slight blush on his face, but he stares deep into your eyes.

“You fell for me? For real? Don’t you dare lie to me, (Y/N).” He’s shaking, his hands on your waist, his voice slightly breaking, that’s how you know that he feels the same. You nod. A smile creeping onto your face. His hands cup your face, and he leans in, lips just barely touching, letting you decide if he can kiss you. You grab his face and crash your lips to his, and he automatically kisses back with a passion you only ever saw in battle. You both separate, and he places a kiss on your forehead, then puts his forehead to yours, tears brimming in both of your eyes’.

You hear the shutter of a camera and turn, seeing all of class 1-A looking at you. Mina smiles at the picture she took.