#possible ooc

✦ At first, Jax refused to acknowledge his growing feelings for you and it took him a while to finally come to terms with the embarassing truth. It took him even longer to actually do something about it, everytime he mustered up enough courage to make a move, he'd shy out before getting too far. Fortunately for Jax, you weren't that oblivious to his attempts and you'd help him out whenever you saw him getting too flustered.

✦ Since it'd be his first serious relationship, Jax would be quite hesitant initially. He'd contantly overthink everything he does or says around you, not wanting to do or say the wrong thing. He'd constantly push himself to mask even around you, never fully opening up, afraid that if you saw him for who he really is you'd just turn your back on him.

✦ For the most part, Jax would do his best to keep his nervousness hidden behind the usual obnoxious persona he takes on. It'd be quite difficult to see the cracks in the mask due to the fact that he'd still act like a jerk and antagonise you much like the others, not offering you much of a special treatment—only sometimes would he go easier on you or would consider sparing you from his vicious pranks. However, you'd definetly be able to see Jax's more timid nature when it'd be just the two of you in private.

✦ Jax would have these moments where he'd open up for a split second, blurt out something deep with actual substance then play it down in the most horrendous ways possible—he's just awkward like that.

✦ Jax would prefer actions over words when it comes to showing his appreciacion for you since he doesn't really have the guts to voice out what he's feeling after all. It'd be small things such as including you in his more mild pranks, spending a night in your room to cuddle with you out of the blue, maybe suggesting an adventure based on something he knew you'd like and enjoy, leaving small gifts at your door or even in your room when he finds something that reminds him of you.

On rare ocassions, Jax would muster up enough courage to speak his mind and offer you the comfort of verbal reassurance. Probably the first time you heard him voice his unfiltered thoughts was when you were gone on the fast-food themed adventure and Jax accidentaly got drunk on stupid sauce.

"Oh my f&?%!@* god..." you groan as you drag an overstuffed garbage bag after yourself. Who knew 57 baby gloinks could make such a mess?!

You push (or more like kick) open the back door of the restaurant with your foot and make an effort to throw the trash bag away as fast as you can, afraid it could rip open at any moment. You let out a small sigh of relief after you managed to get rid of it without making a mess. Alright, just 2 more hours and—

"Heyyy... You know what I just realised?"

Your train of thought is cut off by a loud yet very familiar snicker coming from behind you.

You nearly jumped out of your skin, the sound startling you for good. At the same time it makes you immediately whip your head in the direction of the voice, searching frantically for the source. That's when you finally see him, casually sitting down near the back door you just came out of while leaning against a garbage bag he most definetly was supposed to throw away a while ago.

"Jax!? Have you– Have you been here the whole time!?" You stare at him in disbelief, a surprised and somewhat angry expression slowly taking shape on your face.

"Oh, nahh... I've just.. I've just been on my breakkk" He laughs again as he makes a gesture of looking at his wrist to check the time, tho there was no watch to actually look at. "You sound like you could use one too."

"Jax! We really need you back there! Ragatha's drunk or– high on some stupid sauce and–" You groan while you start heading towards him.

You couldn't believe him. You've been looking for him literally everywhere! What was he even doing out here for so long?! Oh, he had a whole lot of explaining to do.

However, the closer you got, the more you noticed something wasn't right. As you got a closer look, now standing right in front of him, your anger slowly died down and instead turned into frustration.

"F@%&... you're just as gone, aren't you?" You let out an exasperated chuckle, looking down at him as you tried your best to not crash out. It was torture having to look after a drunk Ragatha and you can't imagine having to watch over a very drunk Jax as well.

"What? But I'm right here with you, babyyy" He reaches his arms out to you, wanting you to come closer. "And I'm not going anywhere..." Jax whispers in continuation before he gives you a wink.

"Oh my God, you're so much worse than I imagined.." You can't help but laugh at the silly display despite still being at your wits end.

You grab a hold of one of his streched out hands, intertwining your fingers as you sit yourself down next to him. Maybe you did need a break like... this.

"What's that supposed to mean.." Jax pouts, throwing you a confused and almost hurt look.

"Nothing, bunny-boy." You assure him, though he doesn't seem convinced. So, you lean closer and give him a small peck on his cheek, hoping to make it up to him. But the small crumb of affection just makes him quickly shut up as a cartoonish blush slowly appears on his face.

For a moment you relish in the comfortable silence, neither of you saying anything more. It was kinda nice actually, dealing with this version of Jax.

"You... you might be one of the luckiest ones out of the bunch, you know?"

"Huh?"

"You... " Jax smiles at you, a big and genuine toothy grin "Even in this stupid uniform, are just so... gorgeous."

Were you hearing this right? Was Jax actually...

"Your avatar in general is absolutely– incredibly– amazingly well thought out.." He holds your hand tighter while also running his thumb over it in a soothing motion. "..and if it's based on those– mindfiles or whatever chatter-teeth calls them," a chuckle interrupts his rambling "well... I'd say you're just as perfect in the real world."

You were the speechless one now, the compliment throwing you off in the most heartwarming way and how Jax was just staring at you as if you just hung the moon, pupils dilated, full of admiration, was a sight you'd never wish to forget. Before you could even gather yourself, he starts again.

"No, I knowww you're perfect..." He snickers again. Then, he scoots closer, letting go of your hand and instead wrapping both of his arms around you. "In every possible way." he murmurs as he rests his head on your shoulder, comfortably curling up against you.

You can only hold him close as you're still trying to process everything.

Okay... you had to find out what they put in that damn stupid sauce.

✦ Jax would fluster so bad when it comes to PDA. Every time he'd try something—hugging you from behind, grabbing a hold of your hand or giving you a quick smootch when you're on an adevnture and no one is looking, he'd turn very red very quickly which is both an adorable and striking sight. It'd be even worse if you were the one to anything like that.

I imagine Zooble caught a glimpse of it once and they haven't let it go since. They found it hilarious and would often bring it up to either give Jax a taste of his own medicine or when they wanted to shut him up instantly.

✦ Another thing that gets him all hot and bothered is if you were to answer to his usual bratty behaviour in the same playful manner. Jax doesn't really expect you to bite back whenever he's acting out like he usually does and when you actually do, it always takes him by surprise. He never knows how to react to your teasing and just ends up going real quiet while staring at you dumbfounded, a million thoughts running through his mind all at once as he tries to find a comeback that isn't utterly corny.

I feel like in these situations where Jax gets overwheled and flustered like that, his tail unconciously waggles—and he has no idea.

(I also imagine his ears twitch whenever he's irritated—and he has no idea about this either.)

✦ Sometimes Jax would become self-aware of his behaviour and his execessive shyness (by his standards) when he's around you, which always serves to remind him of his evil clone. He dies of cringe at the thought of even coming close to that submissive and annoying version of himself. Just imagining it makes him spiral every time. You'd sometimes find him ranting about how irksome his clone is, trash talking it and poking fun at it's expense out of the stupidest reasons.

✦ Jax wouldn't be that big on pet names. One of his favourites would be "bunny" but he'd throw a "sugar", "doll" or "sweetheart" and variations of those here and there too. He'd resort to the more corny ones when he'd want to purposely annoy you or grab your attention.

"But honeybunchessss" He wraps his arms around you from behind, pulling you close and nuzzling his head agasint your shoulder. "I promise it's gonna be fun for everyone..."

"No, Jax. I am not helping you make Zooble into a piñata—" You scoff, trying your best to sound firm despite the corny nickname making you want to laugh your ass off.

"C'monnn, my..." Jax pauses for a second, looking for an even worse pet name. "My sweet little pumpkin pieee~" , he whines into your shoulder again.

"Jax! I am gonna make you into a piñata if you don't stop..." You barely manage through your laughter, unable to take him seriously anymore.

✦ Jax has an irrational fear of you abstracting that often bleeds into his digital sleep. Once in a while he'd have these nightmares about you that always make him wake up in a cold sweat. He wouldn't be able to calm down or go back to 'sleep' if he doesn't assure himself you're okay and that it was just a dream—a really bad dream.

Thus, you'd randomly find him desperately knocking at your door in the middle of your rest hours. He'd make up some dumb reason on why he needed to check up on you. Then, he'd come up with an even more silly reason on why he just had to spend the rest of the 'night' with you.

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Above, the sun casts a golden glow, enveloping everything within its reach into a soft warmth that lifts the worries from the shoulders of those who walk along the beach or upon the boardwalk.

In the sand, a lively group of teens bustle and wrestle about; boys throwing each other into the water; girls swimming further out to avoid the splash zone.

Today, a Sunday evening—free of school activities and the pressure of pushing past their breaking points—the teens of Class 1-A relax and relish in an exciting rush of normalcy as they play and explore the beached coast.

You now sport a new bikini. This one from the shopping spree Momo had brought you and the other girls on. It's absolutely adorable, atoned with your favorite colors and the prettiest little flower design. And overtop, a large, white button up flows open in the salty, cool breeze.

The sand is soft and warm beneath your feet, the heat just bearable enough to go without your sparkly flip flops that dangle from your hand against your beach bag. Mina walks beside you, her own beach bag swinging with each step as the two of you make your way to the explosive, bubbly group ahead.

To your surprise, Bakugou had agreed to go. He's not one for get togethers, especially when it comes to Class 1-A, but with persuasion and a little bit of teasing, he snapped an acceptance and showed up today.

"So," Mina's eyes drift to you, a sly smirk rising onto her glossy lips, "...Bakugou showed up."

The way her voice is hushed against the salty wind, there's an evident teasing tone, as if it's gesturing to the fluttery feeling in your stomach at the mention of the boy. A tone that makes your cheeks burn with an undeniable blush, one that you try your hardest to push away.

"Shut up..." Your flustered grumble only makes the girl laugh softly, her eyes crinkling as her smile widens.

Ahead, a voice calls out against the loudness of the group, "(Name), Mina!"

Ochako is jogging up—Jiro on her tail.

They all know of your.... feelings towards a certain blond. The explosive one, that is.

Unfortunately for you and your ego, your heart took control and granted access to these feelings, because truly, he's not the kindest and certainly not one that you have any hope to be with whatsoever. But the girls, your closest companions—although they silently think the same—still encourage you to pursue these feelings.

Izuku knows as well. Not that it's anyone's fault that he had overheard a conversation, walking into the common room at the wrong time. He also gave his support. 

- (past) -

"Kacchan is difficult. I'm sure you know exactly what I'm talking about." Izuku had said when he sat down on one of the couches—suddenly involved in the girls' group talk—ice cream in hand. You sat; legs tucked beneath you and a soft blanket wrapped around your shoulders. 

He taps his chin in thought, "If there's one positive thing I can recall, it's that he willingly handed you a pencil during our English study class!" He’s chipper and very confident in this.

A pencil... Your brows furrow. Even the girls pause, deep in thought. "That’s something!." Mina speaks up, sitting up straighter, the towel from her hair now laid upon her shoulders, "I've asked him before and he told me to get lost. That's why I don't care to ask him anymore."

You groan, dragging a hand down your face. He had given you a pencil—a singular pencil. And apparently, that’s a proposal to this group. Though, when you ponder on it, and considering who he is, that singular pencil could be a good thing. Right?

Izuku notices your defeated face and shifts, his hands frantically waving in front of him, trying to revive your spirits. "Listen! As silly as it sounds—him willingly giving you something of his is a pretty big step. I mean, I’ve known him my whole life and I’ve never seen him give anything."

Ochako shuffles from beside you, tapping her chin in thought. "He complimented you during the sports festival, remember?" That makes you pause. He had—He said you knew your quirk well and were ‘kind of decent to compete with.' "He jumped in when you were in trouble during the USJ situation," Jirou mentions, her elbows braced against her knees, "...and he made sure you stayed close at the camp before everything went down."

Those are also true.

Both times he had followed behind your moves—like he had trusted your capabilities to defend yourself—yet stuck close when it mattered.

You pull your blanket tighter around your shoulders, concealing the creeping redness that crawls up your neck. Izuku chuckles, his eyes creasing with a soft smile, "If I know one thing about Kacchan, it’s that he cares—even if it’s subtle..."- - (present) - Jiro slings an arm around your shoulder, squeezing you slightly. Ochako skips beside Mina, the two speaking animatedly about whatever they had seen while window-shopping. Ahead, Kaminari throws a protesting Mineta into the water, taking advantage of their size difference. Kirishima is wrestling over a popcicle against Sero—the two kicking up sand onto an enraged Bakugou who is failing at shielding his own frozen treat.

As he moves, his hair swishes over his sharp, vermillion eyes. The muscle of his back moving as he contorts his body away from his chaos-induced friends beside him. Mina's hip bumps against your own, catching your stare, her eyes glinting mischievously against the golden hue of the sun. "Girl, you're ogling him!" Your eyes snap to her in horror, your voice constricting to a high screech. "I am not!"

If there's one thing about Mina, it's shamelessly—but amicably—saying whatever she's thinking.

Your thought your face was red before, but now you can't imagine how embarrassing you look now. You dip your head lower, trying to keep any ounce of dignity that you can salvage.

Jiro sighs from beside you, adjusting her hair. "Alright, enough boy talk. Let's swim."

She leads your group, grabbing herself a can of Lime soda from the group's tent cooler as she passes through.

Mina drops herself down onto one of the towels, her bag dropping from her shoulder with a hefty clunk.

Your brow raises at the sound, your eyes glancing down to the bag as you set your own down.

"What exactly did you pack?" You ask, a huff of amusement escaping your mouth as she stares at you incredulously.

"The essentials, obviously." She giggles as she pulls a can of sunscreen out of her bag. You ease the sleeves of your button up from your arms, the lack of fabric bringing a shiver to your now exposed skin. She hums as she digs through her bag, shifting through the large amount of baggage. "Oh, I almost forgot!" A magazine connects with your lap. "It's the new cover for ViVi magazine, the one I told you about the other day! It just came in yesterday and I thought you'd like to see, too!" You grin, glancing down at the sparkly magazine. You thank her but she waves you off playfully, saying something about 'having too many to keep track of.' Her eyes then glance towards the rest of the group as you rummage through your bag. The group is now migrating back towards the two of you. Clearly, she's deep in thought. And suddenly, just as you're about to speak "I have an idea." Bingo. You sigh, already feeling the mischievousness rolling from her body as she hops up, sunscreen in hand. You narrow your eyes as you fold your shirt, speculating her next move. "What is it, Ashido?" She giggles. "You're gonna need help with your sunscreen, obviously! And who else is a better candidate than Bakugou? All rough and gruff." Your brain falters as your face burns, words coming out in a hurried choke of horror. "Absolutely not!" You're on your feet in an instant, attempting to snatch the bottle from her hands. He would know immediately! And there's no way he'd agree anyway. So, you're sparing the both of you from embarrassment. She jumps back, her laughter echoing against the tent. All the while you're literally fighting for your life; your dignity. The amount of sheer humiliation that washes over you is unfathomable. You hope the approaching group can't see the utter embarrassment that has made a home out of your facial expressions. And finally, when your hand snags the bottle from her hands, she relents. "Okay, okay!"

She bends down to her bag and pulls out a large sun hat, and finally, with a devilish grin, she turns to you. "You win, but I'm not helping you. Figure it out!" "Mina!" You protest as she bolts down to the water, ignoring the complaints of 'flying sand' from Mineta. You huff as you watch her go, the bottle of sunscreen suddenly heavy in your grasp. Glancing down at the tube, it's Biore UV. Oh, and it disappears on the skin. Nice. Shrugging, you adjust your hair. You'll do just fine, you affirm yourself as you tuck your folded shirt into your bag and place your new magazine on top of it. It's just applying sunscreen alone; how hard could it be? You pop the cap open and shake the tube, allowing the lotion to fall to the opening. With a gentle squeeze, the sunscreen eases out of the tube and onto your awaiting palm. You apply to your face first, then your neck, chest and arms. Next, you move to your legs, pushing yourself into a stance. You sigh in relief as the lotion eases the warmth the encases your body. The texture is cool and smooth, not uncomfortable or sticky at all. It's really good. Now onto the more... challenging part. Your back. You start at the base of your spine, then your sides, and then you attempt to reach between your shoulder blades. The reach is difficult to efficiently cover your skin, and you'll most likely have a really awkward burn- "Oi, you look stupid trying to do that by yourself." You flinch back at the sudden bark of a voice from behind you. Turning sharply, your eyes meet the sharp, judging eyes of Bakugou. He was watching you. He saw you clearly struggling. This is...AWFUL. You clear your throat and school your expressions quickly, relaxing your arms at your sides. The heat rising on your cheeks is just the effects of the sun, not the fact that Bakugou had been watching you intently enough to realize your struggle. "No, I'm not." You cross your arms over your chest, shifting your weight. "I'm doing just fine, thank you very much." His eyes narrow, his head lulling to the side as he uncrosses his arms. He clearly doesn't believe you. From the splotchy evidence on your back to the visible struggle you'd shown moments ago. He shifts.

Your heart stutters as he walks closer, his eyes flickering between your eyes. He reaches down and grabs ahold of the bottle, pulling it from your hand. "Tch, bullshit. Give it t'me." You freeze as his fingers brush against yours, the touch like a spark of static against you. STOP. Ohhhh my shitballs. You're staring. Stop staring. "I- uhm, no it's fine!" Your voice chokes out but he only ignores your protests—your very weak protests—and turns you by your shoulder. His hand is warm against your skin. Not like the sun, but like a cozy blanket.... NO. No, no, no. STOP IT. You blink as he applies the sunscreen to his palm, spreading it between both hands. He feels close—really close—his breath almost tickles the hairs on the back of your neck. Before his hands find your back, his voice finds your ear. "Is this okay?" it's a genuine, consenting question. Your legs feel shaky and you mentally snap at yourself to calm down. Your brain slowly catches up, your head nod far too quickly. "Yes- Yeah, that's fine." You scold yourself for the shakiness in your voice and how you almost physically tremble just by his closeness. He hums—a low, deep rumble from within his chest—in response as his hands ease onto your back, gently spreading the lotion across your soft skin. You suck in a sharp breath. They're soft and gentle, not something you'd expect from the loudest hothead you'd ever met. His voice now, something you hadn't expected to be as soft as it was, either. His hands work over the plain of your back and sides, leaving a tingling burning sensation as they glide gently over your skin. They travel slowly, making sure every inch is covered reasonably. From just above the band of your bikini bottoms to the top of your back. Your breath is slowly easing as his hands run over your shoulders and the back of your neck. Your skin prickles under his touch— shivers running down your spine. And as you're easing into the sensation and allowing yourself to relax, his hands pull away.

You slowly turn to face him, his eyes settling onto your own softly as he scratches the back of his neck. His ears are a burning, fiery red—almost as red as Kaminari's sunburnt back.

"From now on, just ask for help instead of lookin' like an idiot trying to do it by yourself." Your eyes widen slightly, winded by the softness within his eyes. The red sparkles a dangerous hue under the sun, an almost addictive color that continues to draw you in. His gaze keeps to yours, as if memorizing the swirl of color within your iris. You slowly realize that you've been looking at his eyes for too long and slowly step back. You can't help the small, shy smile that creeps onto your lips as he blinks absentmindedly. "Thank you." your voice finally finds its strength amidst whatever this is. "...for the help." He nods quickly, his eyes flickering away towards the sparkling ocean, clearly averting your gaze. "Tch, it's whatever." A gentle breeze rushes through, tossing your hair. His blond strands sway, creating an almost unreal portrait. His eyes find yours again, and suddenly the urge to kiss you crosses his mind. It almost knocks the breath from his lungs. He stands in complete loss. The uncertainty, yet the yearning—the desire to pull you closer, to hold you. But for now, he pushes that aside to admire the light reflecting within your eyes. The soft swept hair that crowds your face now. Your beauty. He doesn’t want to ruin what he’s tried to start building. He needs to know if you feel the same. To be certain before he makes such a rash decision in the flurry of overwhelming emotions—a surge straight from within his heart; his soul. What he is painfully unaware of, however, is that your heart longs for him just as much. He glances down at the bottle of sunscreen in his hand and swallows thickly. His hand reaches out and gently guides yours forward, placing the bottle onto your palm.

You blink, your fingers brushing against his. “Thank you, Bakugou.” your voice manages softly. A sound that he wishes to lean closer to hear.

From a distance, giggling erupts—light and pitched to an absurdly high octave. Mina is trudging through the sand hand in hand with Kirishima, the two of them watching the both of you, quickly looking away as they notice your attention has switched to them.

Bakugou groans and ducks his head, a hand pushing through his hair in frustration. You take this moment to observe him. His spotless skin; soft and warm, something you greatly wish to feel again. His hair, swishing so softly through the cool breezes that envelope the beach land, looks so perfect--soft and healthy, clearly well kept. His brows are big and sharp, a perfect contrast to his vermillion eyes that glare into the ground beneath his feet. He's pretty—beautiful, even.

His skin prickles as he feels your observant gaze, a fiery fire erupting in his chest. His eyes lift to your own and they soften immediately; the crease in his brow from previous frustrations sizzles out into a calm, steady serenity.

"You're staring." He states bluntly, his voice a mere whisper from the gentleness within his chest. It makes butterflies collide in your stomach, the heat of your face increasing from it.

You only shake your head as you shift your weight, a shy smile showcased on your face. "I wouldn't call it staring, Bakugou." he only huffs, his hands dropping to his sides.

His next words make you pause, your entire body floats in disbelief. 

"Katsuki. Call me Katsuki." He clears his throat, his foot digging into the sand as he avoids your gaze. He questions himself—why would he do that. 

His hands ball into fists at your silence, anxiety clawing at his throat. He's never allowed anyone, other than his parents, really, to call him by his first name. But here he is, allowing you in. Giving you permission to use his first name. Exclusive. Only you.

He cringes internally, cursing himself for being so vulnerable and showcasing his rare softness. “Katsuki.” He tenses as your voice softly calls out to him, using his first name. His eyes snap to yours immediately.

You're grinning—of course you are. Your hands are tucked in front of you as you stand just in front of him, close enough for him to reach—to pull you in.

His heart tugs painfully in his chest as your voice echoes in his head. And suddenly, in a hushed, fluttery whisper—his heart takes control. “You make me sound so soft.” Wait. What. His eyes widen as his nails dig into his palms. WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!? He swallows thickly, cursing himself over and over—finding new creative insults that he directs straight at himself—his stupidity. But you’re smiling, way bigger than you were before. You laugh softly as he blinks rapidly, trying to grasp this moment. “I think it’s sweet. How soft and shy you really are.” At this point, the distance between you feels almost annoying and unnecessary. And he agrees. Because suddenly, he’s no longer a stride away from you—he’s crowding you, occupying your space. You don’t mind it one bit. His breath is warm against your face as his head tilts down to you, his eyes flickering between your eyes—yours lips. “I’m not shy,y’ idiot.” The insult isn’t absolute. It’s soft and breathy, and almost calming if it didn’t make your heart stutter so much. “Mhm, sure Katsuki.” The softness in your voice tugs him forward, his hand resting on your arms, just barely. “Is this okay?” His voice is soft and genuine as his hands grasp your arms softly. You don’t trust your voice in this moment, so you nod, unable to keep the fiery blush from enveloping your face. His finger reaches up, gently hooking underneath your chin, his index strokes the side of your neck, just beside your pulse point, making you shudder. His voice is barely there, a soft breath as his eyes drift from your lips to your eyes. “May I kiss you?” Your breath halts, the butterflies that have continuously attacked your stomach have exploded, you think. From the intensity in his eyes—the absolute fire that burns within them—pulls you forward, his arms moving slowly around your waist, pulling you against him as gentle as the soft breeze that cools against the heat of the sun. You nod, feeling his heartbeat beneath your fingertips as your hands rest on his scolding chest. He’s definitely going to be sunburnt, but right now, here with you—he could care less. He smiles, tilting his head as his eyes lid in adoration. “Words, pretty girl.” And how does he expect you to speak when he looks at you with an intensity that rivals that soft, shy smile of his. So, you attempt to speak, even as your throat tightens in nervousness. “Yes.”

He grins and instantly leans down to you, his lips crashing onto your own in a gentle motion—a dance, if you will. He hums as he pulls you firmly into his chest, his lips chasing yours as his head tilts, leaning down to ease the height difference. You barely breath, over content with the feeling of his soft, warm lips moving against your own. He tastes like those sugar cookies from the grocery store and a cool, sweet peppermint. Eventually, the need for oxygen pulls you away, albeit with hesitance. Katsuki’s lips chase forward as the two of you pull away, longing for the feeling of you. Your hand reaches up, gently raking through the soft, striking blond hair that sits atop his head as the two of you catch your breath. It is exactly as you imagined it would feel, and honestly, you’re not embarrassed to admit that you’d imagined the feel of it beneath your fingers now that he holds you tightly against himself.

He sighs, dropping his head onto your shoulder at the sensation, his arms tightening around your torso. “That feels nice.” His voice is muffled into your skin, and you smile. Down the beach, Mina can barely contain the giggles from her mouth—she had almost screamed when the two of you finally kissed, but thankfully, Jiro was there to quickly close a hand around her mouth. The group silently celebrates from afar, obviously they’re phones are recording or snapping pictures every five seconds.

He slowly stands up straighter, easing his hands to your own, gently grasping them. His lidded smile calms the feeling in your stomach—the tremor in your body. He glances down to the beach, rolling his eyes when he makes eye contact with a grinning Kirishima who gives him a double thumbs up. Kirishima has heard it all. From the first time Katsuki noticed a difference in you, to the moment he admitted he liked you, to now. He sat with him one night, discussing things. Kirishima suggested a cute Valentine’s thing, but Katsuki shut that down. He needed to know your feelings, how you felt. So, Kirishima and Mina had been working together as match makers for the past five months. They’d complain, but they couldn’t help but absolutely love every second of setting the two of you up. Mina never told Katsuki you’d liked him, and Kirishima never told you Katsuki liked you—they let things happen with little pushes that they’d help with. “We should probably join those morons before they break something.” Katsuki finally mumbles, his hands squeezing yours gently, turning to smile at you.

You sigh softly, the feeling in your chest light and calm, yet filled with so much excitement you can barely contain the grin that twitches at the corners of your mouth as you mirror his smile.

“You’re probably right.” He laughs softly, gently pulling you beside him as you make your way further down the beach, your friends panicking silently as they settle in the most casual way they could come up with. Which is the most uncasual thing ever. Denki is awkwardly sprawled in a chair and there’s no way it’s not somehow painful. The girls are sitting together—practically on top of each other, actually. Mina is holding a magazine, pointing and ‘ooh’ing at it—It’s upside down. The other boys are chasing each other down the beach, tripping over their feet as they keep glancing back. Well, except for Iida and Shoto. The two are sitting side by side, talking in hushed voices as they watch the sun through their sunglasses. You settle beside Katsuki as he tugs you down onto the towel beside him. Iida opens the cooler beside him and hands Katsuki two cans of fruit soda, grinning a beaming, “Congratulations you two!” Shoto nods from his spot to the both of you, sipping from his own soda. You grin, thanking them as your cheeks burn again. Katsuki hums, his ears burning as well. “Tch, thanks.” Mina glances up from her spot beside Ochako, and when you catch her gaze she smirks, wiggling her eyebrows. Oh my gosh. You raise your brow, silently communicating through your expressions, something you’ve mastered with the girls through the time you’ve known them. You first started speaking through your expressions during a gruelingly painful test on your English studies. Present Mic had been shouting the historical contexts of the English Cultural dictionary. Your ears had felt like they were bleeding when he had finally let up on his shouting. To be fair, Mineta and Denki had been giggling at something and he decided to, “Authoritatively one up with sound boosting”. You and the girls learned over time when talking about certain…topics. Like the one who sits beside you now. Katsuki Bakugou was the highlight of your girl talks. They’d tease and giggle, you’d talk and get flustered easily. Many times you’d use your silent communication when he’d sit by you or hand you something. Now, you giggle as you point towards her magazine and spin your finger around—it’s upside down, Mina.

She smiles sheepishly before setting it down. The girls around her hop up, their own grins in place. “We’re gonna go to the water, wanna join us?” Denki immediately shoots up from his spot, groaning as his back cracks in protest. “I’m down!” Sero rolls his eyes and slaps a hand onto the boy's shoulder—Denki’s reaction is immediate. His face contorts into pure, raging pain. “WHAT THE HELL MAN!? Do you have LAVA as hands or something!? DAMN.” His screaming scares the seagulls away, their own screeches of protest echoing through the vast clearing. You even jumped a little. “Oi, shut the hell up. You should have put sunscreen on, tch.” Katsuki grumbles as he stands up, his hand reaching down to you. “You comin’ or what?” You grin, placing your hand into his, allowing him to gently pull you to your feet. “Yeah, I am.” The two of you race down to the water, the rest of the group in tow. There’s games. Lot’s of games. Your favorite? Chicken. You’re perched on Katsuki’s shoulders while your fingers interlace with Ochako’s. Her being on Izuku’s shoulders, she pushes back against you. The boys remain steady beneath you, keeping up with the two of you. Until finally, someone slips up. Ochako’s hand slips from yours, her hand landing on your shoulder as Izuku steps in a hole, his body flying forward. “Oh crap!” Izuku and Ochako fall into the water, and you and Katsuki soon follow. The water is cold as it envelopes your body, but the shiver doesn’t last long before Katsuku’s arm wraps around your waist, pulling you up. You take in a deep breath as you resurface, coughing and laughing when you see his face. His hair is almost fully flat against his head and sticking onto his forehead. “You look ridiculous.” You giggle, but it’s short lived when he shakes his hair in your face, making you gasp. “Katsuki!” He smirks, his hair raising up into spiky strands. “You deserved it.” He gently pushed your hair out of your face, his smirk softening into a smile when his eyes find yours. His voice is soft, genuine as he whispers. “You’re so pretty.” His words soften your heart as a warm smile graces your lips. “And you—” you kiss his nose, “are so handsome.” “Bleh! Get a room!” A splash hits your back as Denki saunters by, “Seriously, Bakubro. Seeing you like this disturbs me.” A laugh escapes you as Katsuki tenses, glaring daggers at the blond. “Keep it up and—” “And what—Are you gonna splash me back…Oooh, so scary—AH OKAYY STOP. IIDA!!!” Denki is running for his life now, his panic only building as the water restricts his movements into sluggishly slow running. Katsuki, however, is hot on his tail, boasting threats as he gains on the boy. Mina lunges over, her arm flings around your shoulder as she sighs in content, a wide grin on her face as she glances at you. “You two are so cute, but seriously gross.” You laugh as she makes a face. Iida stands at the front of the beach as Denki runs from Katsuki and hides behind him, his hands on his hips as he scolds the two of them for causing a public scene. But even he can’t hide the faint smile on his face. Soon, when the sun is finally setting and the day is nearing its end, everyone is gathered around, completely drained in energy but high in spirits. You sit beside Katsuki, you rest against his shoulder as his chin is perched on your head, his breath tickling your hair with every breath. He’s warm, not just from the sun or from the exercise of today, but always. He’s like his own sun—bright and brilliant, warm and strong. You sigh as he hugs you tighter, his lips forming a soft smile as you close your eyes, listening to the soft beating of his heart.

A/N: I have been downright FIGHTING writers block for the past month and I'm struggling ya'll. This is my first fic where I've EVER written anything in a romantic setting. I hope you enjoyed! I just posted a Satoru Gojo x Fem!Reader yesterday, so go check that out if you'd like!

As always, I hope you have a wonderful weekend and God bless!<3

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We’ve all seen Lars outfits throughout the movie right??? Okay so…….yknow that blanket that he has that is crocheted? If he had a partner that took that hobby then oh my god he is sobbing whenever you give him anything. You’re a beginner and you make some pasta of yarn? He does not care, he will absolutely adore anything you give him.  

Speaking about adoring anything you give him, if you give him something as simple as a rock from the park from when you were on an evening stroll, you bet he’s keeping that in a box right with the other five boxes he has with things you’ve given.

Lars has trouble eating food, he never has an appetite and you’re always worried for him. When you make something he really wants to eat it and sometimes he manages too but usually not often. You understand why he doesn’t but he always feels guilty for not eating something you made for him which makes his appetite even worse.

Lars doesn’t ever let anyone touch his mothers’ blanket. But if he trusted you enough in your relationship, he would give it to you. He never met his mother but he says he has a feeling that she might’ve liked you. 

Lars is too forgiving to the point you feel SO BAD after an argument. You try to convince yourself he’s only doing that just to make you feel bad but really you know he’s too much of a sweetheart to do that.

Lars loves it when you trim his mustache for him, he gets to stare at you all focused on him. 

Lars always knew something was ‘wrong’ with him when he was old enough to realize that people in town talked about him in a concerned tone. But Lars never really told himself he needed help. That was until after Bianca, when he started to unconsciously reflect on himself with Biancas’ doctor. When it hit him, he stayed in bed thinking to himself about everything in his life and comparing himself to his father. If Gus hated their father, who acted similar to how Lars acts, does Gus hate him? You have to reassure every single minute over and over and practically feed him in bed since he won’t move. Lets just say it takes you two a couple long weeks to get him to even take a step outside.

On a lighter note, SNOW! Yep he LOVES spending the winter with you because he gets to chop wood for you two, see you play in the snow, and go inside and cuddle with you infront of the fireplace.

Yeahhh….he has matching sweaters with you. Honestly Lars is so head over heels for you that he will do anything to make sure the whole goddamn town knows he’s yours and that you’re his. 

It takes months for him to get comfortable with skin-to-skin contact with you, maybe even a year. Even if you get through that, he still gets triggered with some textures of skin. For example, if you JUST dried your hands after using the sink and still have that specific texture (iykyk), he will wait until your hands are fully dried. 

His gloves are worn down due to him using them all the time in different situations.

Lars is great at awkward singing. Sometimes his voice will crack but it’s more of a shy tone he is

HE LOVES WATCHING YOU DO ANYTHING. Sure Lars sometimes snaps out of it and thinks he’s creepy or disturbing you for watching but he can’t help himself. Right after he snaps out of it he locks right back in instantly.

If you’re a person who loves plushies and keep them in your room all the time, whenever you two are playful with each other he will pretend your plushies are real people.

When it’s summer Lars will sweat fucking BUCKETS no matter if he has clothes on or not.

When Lars got pushed to the ground in that one scene in the movie, he wanted to push Karin off but resisted because that would’ve hurt her (Of course) and most importantly, the baby. He physically remembers how hard it was for him to stay still during that, the pressure on top of him felt almost familiar in the most terrible way which leads into my two next HC’s.

Lars was most likely taken advantage of as a child due to how quiet he was. The abuser knew Lars wouldn’t speak of the situation or even try to fight back. He was a people pleaser. The abuser knew that. 

Lars can’t help but flinch by a small amount when Karin hugs him or does anything that adds pressure to his skin, he expects for her to push him to the ground again. 

There are rarely times where Lars will snap at you, he’s more frustrated with himself no matter the situation. He will always find a way on how to pinpoint the issue to him. If a co-worker was flirting with you and you didn’t know, Lars will think you did and then blame himself for not being good enough.

Lars closed off with his emotions but he knows someone will find out he’s feeling down in the dumps sooner or later because he’s terrible at hiding it. 

Lars doesn’t listen to music often but when he does he prefers the more softer tones. They sound nice and so does other genres of music but those can get a bit overwhelming depending on which genre. 

Lars loves helping out the elderly at church and overall people in general. They helped him when he was with Bianca, why not do something for them (He was helping out people even before Bianca, okay-) ? Yeah he’s awkward about it but he gets the job done because he isn’t terrible. 

Lars would get bullied at school (verbally) but he didn’t quite catch that and would instead just walk away because why are the other kids talking to him? 

If Lars gets a sweater that is uncomfy or itchy on his skin, he will start to tear up and hold back tears since he doesn’t want to seem ungrateful. (The texture of it against his skin is absolutely HORRID for him)

Pastries. Lars. Loves. Pastries. He will munch on those at least 8 times a month.

No matter how cold it is, he will somehow be warm. Lars can be NAKED and he’s warm in the fucking snow.

When Gus left him with his father, he tried his best to hang onto any item he could that was left by Gus or reminded him of Gus.  Speaking of family… FAMILY TIME….

RYLAND GRACE, COLT SEAVERS, AND COURT ARE SIBLINGS OF LARS. And before you go after me when it comes to Gus, let's say he’s their half brother. 

Everyone else sort of forgot about Gus except Lars because he doesn’t forget people like that..!

Colt and Court took more of the family trauma. Ryland was more in the middle. And Lars was just experiencing the world quietly. 

Colt went through a short phase of blaming Lars for their mother being dead (they were kids idk what you expect.) before Court sat down with him and explained it wasn’t Lars’ fault at all. Ryland comforted Lars as best as he could because Court sucked at emotions and Lars didn’t want to see Colt for a tiny bit. Over all, they worked through it but Lars still has that thought every once in a while. 

Usually the brothers would go off and get as much food as they could with Court’s money with his job that he was trying to hold and Colt’s money with his summer jobs.  When Lars was old enough, he would cook food for the rest with anything they got from the corner store or with what they had in the fridge. 

Lars will tell you animal facts he remembered Ryland told him when they were little. Ryland pacing around on the ground as Lars laid on the treehouse floor and looked up at the sky, listening to the facts. 

Everyone. I mean everyone in his family agreed to never even tell him how to hold a gun. Court, Colt, and Ryland absolutely agree that Lars can know how to defend himself but never ever give him a gun. Don’t ask why. 

Lars almost made mustard gas and also almost made himself pass out from the smell of chemicals layering on top of each other when he was a teenager because he found this one spot on the kitchen floor that was stained. Ryland had come back from wherever he had to go that day and saw the amount of cleaning products surrounding Lars when he entered the kitchen. He noticed Lars’ movement was getting sluggish when he scrubbed and realized ‘holy shit, that’s way too much chemicals layering on top of each other.’ SOUND THE PANIC ALARM. —----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Okay end of family time….

Lars is just great at paying attention overall. Forgot something? Yeah okay so you’re going to feel really fucking stupid right now becauseee….Lars remembers EVERYTHING about that in EXACT detail. Sorry…

When Lars is watching something with you and you have snacks, he will try to hint that he wants some too but you have to give out right tell him he can have some or else he’s going to feel bad. 

Lars wouldn’t mind a small animal….hrhrhe9eujiejgrokge

When you first came into town, he watched you nervously. It wasn’t your fault. You were new and new means change in his routine and change in routine isn’t  good. Turns out nothing changed, just a new face. 

Get him any book, he will find a way on how to finish that shit in like 3-4 days (What? He has other stuff to do…).

Lars would love to help you into your halloween costume if you ever needed help. He is GREAT at tying knots so you bet your life that corset never gets loose, it’ll be just right.

Whenever you two go to parties, you always set up a time limit or keep close to him so you can check up on him every couple minutes. 

He’s great at picking the right fruit….watermelon? Tell him what type you like or how long until you need that fruit for an occasion…Cut that fucker open and it’s just right on the day.

Can hit a low note if he really wanted to.

Dancing with you is the most romantic thing to him, you two being in sync and so close with just the right music is just perfect for him. 

"And you would not believe the dreamboat of a woman I've just met tonight either." Sam, fully matching his energy, pushed away from the counter and threw herself onto the back of the couch, hands resting over it and placing her head on it as she sighed in the exact same way he did.

Tucker took a sip of his concoction of various monster energies before letting out an acknowledging hum. "Who would've thought, the key to defeating a ghost and a witch would be masked bat vigilantes."

"Oh, Tucker." Sam tilted her head back, looking at him through half lidded eyes. "You just had to be there, such beauty. Such grace. And that suit? You should have seen how it made her body look!"

"Mhm." Tucker hummed lightly, more amused than anything.

"And those muscles?" Danny let out a whistle. "Goodness gracious. He lifted me up so easily-"

"Well, granted. You aren't that heavy." Tucker pointed out.

"Oh hush," Danny huffed. "What I would do to meet him again..."

"Oh, I cannot help but agree." Sam said, laying her head back on the couch.

They both out a completely smitten sigh at the exact same time, in the exact same way.

Tucker took another sip of his unholy concoction and leaned on the counter. Honestly, he loves these two, he isn't going to lie, but man are they simps.

Knowing Danny's luck, though? He would probably meet his masked vigilante again, or at least someone associated. Sam... Well. The least said about her own methods the better.

Tucker snapped a quick photo of the two, tilted it with "losers got a crush on the bats." before sending it to a certain librarian he's made friends with.

Oh, he just had an idea.

"Honestly, I'm hurt." Tucker said, the corners of his lips twitching as he placed down his cup and put his phone back into his pocket. "To think you two would replace me for two masked vigilantes."

The way the snapped to attention would be a moment Tucker would remember and lord over them for the rest of their lives.

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"Well, that's rather interesting." Barbara mused idly, looking at the photo that was just sent to her. Not exactly what she thought she would have seen today.

But. Well.

"Two civilians have crushes on two of you." She sent in the group chat.