#unswrites

“Just go ask her out, bro.” Kaminari came out of nowhere, leaning on Kirishima’s back. “Girls like that: patient, kind, cute, are hard to find. Believe me, literally every girl I met was one or the other.” The electricity student placed a hand on his friend’s broad shoulder, “(Name)’s perfect for you. Don’t let her go.”

Kirishima and Bakugo both looked the boy in surprise. “What?”

“You actually sounded soooo manly, dude!” Kirishima gawked and gave Denki a noogie on the head. Bakugo grunted in agreement, but his eyes glazed over to where you were- wait. Where were you?

“Hey, guys! What are you up to?” A sweet, angelic voice rang beside him. If it weren’t for Kirishima holding him down with his arm, the blonde would’ve accidentally blast himself into the ceiling. Suddenly he was thankful for this redheaded idiot.

Kaminari was the first to react with a friendly smile and wave. Kirishima yelled said, “(Name)! Great timing! We were just talking about- oof!” Bakugo had elbowed Kirishima and stood behind you, scoffing. You raised an eyebrow in confusion at Bakugo, who was acting very strange. For one, he was being quieter than usual and two, he used violence first, not  usually something he would do before yelling curses.

You raised an eyebrow and was about to ask when Bakugo suddenly grabbed your wrist and dragged you out of the classroom. He wanted to get away from the two idiots as quick as possible, but he also just wanted time with you. Alone. And away from any distractions. The blonde knew you were confused, hell, anyone would be confused in this situation, but he had to let it out sometime. 

Once he stopped, which was quite sudden, the boy turned to you with the most determined red eyes you’ve ever seen. The seriousness in his face caused your heart to skip a beat and your face to slowly heat up at the closeness. 

“(Name),” he began quietly, very out of character of him, “There’s something....I have to tell you....”

You stayed quiet as your excitement grew as you thought ahead what he was going to say. With a loud swallow, Bakugo opened his mouth....but no words came out. Instead, he cupped your cheek and gazed deep into your (eye colour) orbs. A look of lust was written all over his face. 

“Fuck this.” Then with a swift movement, he closed the space between your lips. Your eyes went wide in shock, but didn’t push away. Your mind went into autopilot and began slowly melting into the passionate, yet demanding kiss of Katsuki Bakugo. He wrapped his arm around your waist to pull you closer to him, wanting more of you; you threw your arms around his neck to bring him closer as well. 

However, since there was a thing called oxygen, the two had to break apart. A thread of saliva dribbled on Bakugo’s lip. With two very red faces, but content hearts, you both spoke to each other with your hearts. 

“I love you, Katsuki Bakugo.”

“I love you, (Name and Lastname).”

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Loud chatter woke you up and suddenly you felt yourself getting lifted onto a small lifeboat. Three men were covering you and the boy you had rescued up with blankets. Coughing into your blanket, you tried to ask what was going on until a handsome green-haired male with the most beautiful set of freckles sat next to you. You only stared at him in wonder before realizing his eyes were asking permission to sit, in which case you did. As you slid down, the male spoke.

“That was very brave of you to save yourself and that boy; even with your injuries to add to that bravery.” He pointed to your left arm, which was neatly bandaged up. However, the blood was still soaking through.

You smiled and nodded at him, “Th-thank you. I just couldn’t let that poor boy drown.” You ignored your dry throat and glanced at the now dry and peacefully sleeping boy. “He still has a long life ahead of him.”

The green-haired man nodded before his shark-like eyes widened. “I’m so sorry if I was so rude! I should’ve introduced myself to you.” He rubbed the back of his neck before extending out his right hand. “My name is Tadashi Yamaguchi, but you can call me Tadashi.”

Your eyes widened at his sudden outburst, but smiled anyway and extended your hand. “My name is (Name and Last name). You can call me (Name) if you want; you already seem like someone I want to be friends with.” This caused the male’s freckled cheeks to brighten a rosy pink as a sheepish chuckle escaped his lips. You laughed as well, fresh oxygen flowing through your body as your colour slowly began to come back.

‘Maybe meeting Tadashi was fate’, you thought to yourself as you watched him grab the oars once more and row back to the larger boat. An amused smile graced your lips, ‘If it is, I’m thankful.’

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The wind blew past your hair as you stood against the balcony of your small apartment. The opening and closing of the door signalled that your husband was home. You smiled and slowly approached him when you saw the two tickets in his hand. A small boat was imprinted on both sides of the little slip of blue paper. Suddenly, a wave of pain swallowed your mind as you fell onto the floor. Tadashi quickly threw his jacket onto the couch to comfort you, but you merely just slapped his arm away from yourself.

“How the hell could you?” You sobbed as your breathing got shallower and shallower. Ever since that event 7 years ago, you’ve suffered a serious diagnostic of PTSD from anything ocean voyage related. Now, that your husband – the one you’ve loved for years – was about to take you out on the one thing you’ve feared. “What the fuck did all those sleepless nights I’ve had in that shitty hospital mean to you? Did you not feel any pity or some kind of emotion?”

Your husband’s chest ached as you spouted those spiteful words at him. Tadashi ignored them as he held you close and slowly rubbed circles in your back, applying a bit more pressure than necessary. You didn’t even bother pushing away at this state, but you kept rambling.

“How about those times where I told you everything I’ve gone through in that horrible storm? Did those moments mean noth-noth-noth-” As you repeat that word, your breathing came like wheezing.

Tadashi instantly recognized your anxiety attacks and stepped in to help you. “It’s alright, my love. Just, calm down. So (Name), breathe with me, okay? Inhale.”

You took a deep breath with him as he counted slowly to four. You both held for seven seconds before letting go of the breath. “…six, seven, and eight. Now, let’s do it again, (Name).” 

The small exercise went on for half an hour before you snuggled into Tadashi’s skinny, yet muscular chest. “I’m sorry, Tadashi. I’m sorry…” You muttered, softly crying.