#vanishingstarrs

“UGH! I’m tired.” You whined for the nth time as you walked ahead of your boyfriend.

He’d slowed down for your sake, obviously, because with the length of his limbs one stride of his equaled three of yours. You sped up, despite your crying heels; in order to prove a point because, of course, your man had warned you against wearing such high shoes to tonight’s event, and of course you hadn’t listened.

“I wanna look hot.” You’d said earlier that evening, with an exaggerated pout of your lips,“I can’t let the world think you have an ugly girlfriend, the fangirls would riot and claim they’d be better for you.”

“Whatever, don’t cry about it later.” Katsuki chose to walk away to wait in the living room while you finished getting ready, which he knew took longer when he was in the room because he was your number one distraction.

Despite this, you couldn’t help continue to complain as you walked throughout the parking garage.

You never hated the fact that Katsuki refused to let anyone besides himself drive his cars more than you did right now because it meant you never got to enjoy the benefits of valet parking. You also regretted not taking a picture of where he’d parked since now neither of you could remember and had walked the span of two floors with three more to go.

Inhaling deeply, you prepared yourself to sigh loudly once more, only to let out a screech as you were picked up by none other than your boyfriend.

He held you effortlessly, using just one arm to lift you.

Your arms instantly went around his neck as you stared at Katsuki with your best innocent expression,“Hi.”

His eyes rolled,“Take them off.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice, and so you slipped your feet free, smiling big as he took your heels into his other hand. He was scowling,“Tsk, brat.”

“You love me.” You grinned big, your cheeks would definitely hurt later. You couldn’t help kick your feet a bit due to the tremendous joy you felt.

“Mhm.”

part 1, part 2, part 3

“Do we really have to work with him?” You scoffed as your best work friend brought up his new idea, teaming up with the new number one hero: Endeavor.

“C’mon, kiddo, this’ll be good for us.” Keigo pleaded,“We’re all working toward the same goal, aren’t we?”

“We are. Him? I don’t know.” You didn’t want to bring up the past again, but… the past never died and you had yet to let go,“He’s a terrible man, he may hold the place of the number one hero for now, but let’s not forget how he got there.”

“We’ll never agree on this.” Your friend frowned,“I think it’s necessary though, to get us where we want to be.”

You sighed, looking up at the sky.

“He’s watching over you, kiddo, he won’t let this go bad.” Keigo tried to comfort you.

Watching over me… you almost scoffed.

You wanted to tell Keigo the full story, you really did, but with him being so chummy with Endeavor lately you didn’t know if you should bother bringing it up. Instead, you smiled at him and nodded,“I know he is.”

The two of you remained where you were, sitting on the ledge of a building Hawks had flown you up to. You never told him the real reason you liked to be up high, the truth being that you were still trying to find him.

Touya.

He was the firstborn son of the hero Endeavor, and your one true best friend. Your childhood had been filled with tears and burns and trying to help him appease his father with his power. Despite all the attempts, it seemed his body wasn’t suited to his quirk and the more he used it… the more hurt he became.

The first time he burned himself you wanted to cry, shouting at him that maybe it was best if he didn’t use his power anymore because it was hurting him and you didn’t like to see him hurt. He claimed he was fine and that you shouldn’t be afraid for him.

The second time you kept your mouth shut and he seemed so happy to be getting stronger, despite the pain.

The third time… you practically begged him to stop. And he told you that you were just jealous of how powerful he was and that a true friend wouldn’t try and stop him from being the hero he was meant to be. His flames were so bright and then… they turned blue, and he quickly lost control. You tried to help him, but your quirk would only encourage the flames more.

So you ran.

You ran to find his father, you told him what had happened and he yelled at you for encouraging Touya’s behavior. He thought he’d gotten through to his son and stopped him from using his fire, no clue the two of you had been sneaking off to “train”. He’d stupidly believed you were simply off being teenagers, and he’d allowed it because it distracted Touya from his dream that would never be.

How wrong he was hit him hard. He lashed out and called you an idiot child, momentarily forgetting his own was in danger, blinded by rage.

By the time you had led him back to the forest where you and Touya met up, it was too late. The entire forest had gone up in flames and you were forbidden from entering. His father searched the whole woods and found nothing but ash. You were sobbing as he yelled at you.

It was all your fault. The words would echo in your head for years to come. He was right, you were a child, and you were to blame for not trying harder to stop Touya.

It was your fault.

Even now, as an adult, you had yet to convince yourself otherwise. It was your fault.

You should’ve tried more, found another way to stop him. He was your best friend and you sat and watched as he hurt himself, as he killed himself, all for his father.

He was dead.

You’d been told multiple times. You hadn’t been allowed to attend his funeral, as it was family only, but you snuck in many times afterward. You sat by his grave and spoke to his headstone, despite knowing his body did not lie beneath it. He’d never been found, and he’d very likely burned to death. You mourned him deeply, and cried endlessly, eyes puffy as you clutched the necklace he’d given you as a sign of your eternal friendship. It was true, Touya Todoroki was dead.

And yet…

You stubbornly looked for him in the crowds. You constantly dreamt of him and often daydreamed about what he would be like now. Would he have grown tall like his father? Would his voice have gotten deeper? It’d gotten so bad to the point where you requested an assignment abroad to keep you from looking for him in every person you saw.

You only just got back in time for some big fight, and you’d elected to have your closest friend debrief you instead of going into the office. Keigo went in detail about his undercover work and what he’d learned about each villain thus far into the mission.

“Now Dabi, he’s the worst of the bunch, I think, besides Shigaraki, of course, but I don’t know… something about this guy just unnerves me.”

“Well he’s a villain, of course he does.” You teased your friend with a smirk.

He rolled his eyes,“Obviously, but I’m just saying, I don’t know, we know nothing of his true motives so far, he’s a different kind of dangerous. Almost like he has nothing to lose, y’know?”

“Can’t wait to meet him.” You joked, and your friend raised an eyebrow at you. “To take him down? Dude, get your head outta the gutter.”

Keigo’s hands went up in surrender,“Hey, sue me, you haven’t had the best taste in the past.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes,“Shut up.”

“We should get you home.” He sighed,“You need some rest, big day in t-minus one week.”

“Kinda nerve wracking coming back to all this.”

“Your choice to leave.” He countered.

You shrugged,“Should’ve stayed longer.”

He scoffed,”You know you missed me.”

You chatted for a bit longer before finally relenting and allowing him to take you home. You were already dreading going inside, having to unpack and check the giant mountain of mail that was surely waiting for you. You’d been gone for a while and had asked your elderly neighbor to retrieve it for you in the meantime, bribing her with your baked goods when you got back. You didn’t stress too much about whether your plants died and you didn’t keep pets, luckily.

A sigh left your lips as you pushed your door open and kicked off your shoes by the entrance, sliding your feet into the comfort of your slippers.

You first went over to your window, opening the curtains and cracking it open to allow some fresh air into what would surely be a dusty apartment. For a short moment, you allowed yourself to breathe and take in the moon, and then it was back to reality.

You went straight to your room and jumped onto your bed.

It took you one second.

One second for you to sit up and stare at your comforter like you’d never seen it before, it smelled different… before you’d left you’d done a deep clean of your apartment and that included your bed. It shouldn’t smell like someone had been in it, and yet… it almost did.

You brushed it off for now and quickly dumped the contents of your luggage into your hamper to deal with another time, heading back into your living room to find all the mail your neighbor had compiled onto your coffee table. You shoved the bills aside in favor of an interesting package with no return address.

As a hero, you knew you should know better than to open unmarked mail.

However…

Your eyes widened when instead of your name, you found a nickname you hadn’t been called for a very long time. Ten years to be exact.

Clearly someone had been in your home and was playing a sick joke on you. Except… only one person had ever been allowed to call you that name.

“To Buttercup” was spelled out across the poor wrap job, you rubbed your eyes in case you were severely jet lagged, but no, the words were still there.

You frowned and ripped the paper open to reveal a beautiful collector’s edition copy of The Princess Bride written in English, a book that could only be found in America, which you had just flown back from. The book was the source material for your favorite movie as a child, and you’d only learned of it later on, from him.

“Touya…”

Your heart leapt in your chest as you thoroughly searched your house top to bottom for any clues, to no avail. There were no traces of him, not a strand of hair, no prints, nothing. You briefly considered calling Keigo back and asking him to take you on a last minute flight, but with how long you’d been gone there was no guarantee when the package had been left in your apartment. You sighed as you pulled yourself away from the window you’d made your way back to.

Frustrated, you slammed it shut and secured the lock in place. You didn’t want to wait, but logically you knew it would be best to return to the mystery in the morning, with fresh eyes and a clear mind. You desperately needed sleep, lots of it.

And so you trudged all the way to your room with the book in hands, going through the pages.

“To Buttercup” was also written inside, but there was no other message to be found.

You knew it was him, it had to be…

Unbeknownst to you, you’d been right all these years, and just below your apartment building there stood a man, covered in burns, staring up at your window where you’d just stood feet away from him.

You were exhausted.

Mentally and physically.

Work had been a tad overwhelming lately, with extra things being piled onto your already heavy workload after a big merger between two of Japan’s biggest hospitals, which in turn caused a lot of people to be let go. Not only had it been stressful wondering whether you’d make the cut or not after a “re-interview”, but when you learned that you had been accepted you’d also been asked if you could take on a few extra duties.

You had never been one to back down from work, always taking initiative and being happy to help any one of your coworkers that might need it.

Lately though, it seemed every single person needed help. Your coworkers, your patients, and if it wasn’t those two then it was your boss asking if you could help her with management duties that had nothing to do with the extra work you’d been assigned to do on top of everything else.

You were sick and tired.

Your muscles cried out as you pushed your apartment door open and immediately kicked off your shoes, groaning as you bent down in order to place them onto the shoe stand. You were sure you heard your back crack as you stood straight once more to hang your purse and keys.

You didn’t bother unpacking the lunch you never got time to eat, leaving the bag you packed it in tied up and in the fridge before heading into your bedroom and immediately shedding your scrubs. You hated doing skincare, but thought about how dirty your face must be after dealing with so many patients and dragged yourself into the bathroom to get it over with.

By the time you were finished doing everything, your body was begging you to lay down for just a minute.

A little power nap never hurt, you told yourself as you fell onto your bed face first and sighed. You hugged your pillow to your aching body and allowed yourself to relax for just a little while.

Though “a minute” quickly turned into three hours as the sun went down and the night sky pulled you further into dreamland.

You didn’t hear the front door open or close, you didn’t stir when your boyfriend started removing his hero equipment, much less wake when those heavy gauntlets he somehow wore all day hit the floor or when his pounding footsteps carried across the hardwood as he made his way to your shared bedroom to check on you.

You missed the brief smirk on his face as he found you lying on his side of the bed, on your right side with a leg propped up for comfort.

Katsuki knew how hard you’d been working lately with the merger between the two hospitals and how stressed it made you. With him working as a hero, he encountered many people that wound up needing to go to the hospital. On top of that, you also had all the other sick people that hadn’t been involved in some villain attack. You likely dealt and saved more people in a single day than he did in a month, he knew this, he was proud of the fact, actually, and incredibly proud of you.

He was damn lucky to have you.

And for all these reasons, he was happy to see you rest for a bit.

He’d often come home late and find that you’d already done all the cleaning around the house, as well as meal prep for both you and him, and still found the time to bake desert on top of making him dinner. You went above and beyond in all aspects of your life, often even calling and checking up on his parents when he hadn’t done so in too long. He’d receive texts from his mother scolding him and making sure he was taking good care of you the way she knew you did him, he swore you were the favorite and he understood why you were.

Everyone loved you.

He adored you.

Except he hadn’t been doing his part as well as he should be lately.

And so, while you slept, he quietly changed into some loungewear before carefully shutting the bedroom door closed behind him.

He tried his hardest to be quiet as he went around cleaning up throughout the house, he swept, he steam mopped the floors (and prayed he didn’t miss a spot), he did your laundry, took your work shoes and scrubbed them clean for your next workday, he took your old lunch and tossed it out before setting to work on preparing you something delicious for tomorrow.

Being in the kitchen was actually soothing for him, he liked being able to experiment with recipes and different things for you to try. He hated that he hadn’t made the time to recently. He cooked enough dinner to pack lunch for both you and him, then last minutely decided that you’d definitely want something sweet when you woke up and pulled out the ingredients to make pancakes from scratch.

You liked it best when you had pancakes for dinner, not breakfast.

He was extremely pleased when they turned out light and fluffy just the way you liked them and he set out to cut up some fruit for you to put on top, making sure everything was ready before heading back to your shared room.

Katsuki was less quiet this time around, as he slid into bed next to you. He propped himself up on his elbow as he buried his fingers into your hair and gently scratched your scalp.

You were exhausted, and likely wouldn’t have woken up if not for him leaning over and placing kisses from your neck all the way up to your ear. You felt his hot breath as he whispered for you to please wake up, which made you groan softly.

You’d yet to open your eyes, but who else would it be? You asked,“Katsuki?”

“Made you food, baby, c’mon, I saw you didn’t eat your lunch, you gotta put somethin’ in your belly.” He explained as he removed his hand from your hair and lifted the material of your shirt to rub up and down your stomach, you felt him inch closer to your chest before stopping himself and tugging your tank top back down to your waist.

You turned toward him, quickly finding the divet in between his shoulder and neck to plant your face in. You were barely awake, not really comprehending what he was trying to say.

“Missed you.” You relaxed further into him.

“Missed you so much, sweets.” You felt him kiss your forehead,“Hate to pull you from bed, but you really gotta open your eyes for me.”

You did as he asked, smiling as his face came into view, lit up by the soft light streaming in from the hallway. “Hi, honey.” You managed to get out as he smushed your cheeks (cuteness aggression) and placed three kisses onto your nose.

You grinned as he said hi back and repeated that he’d cooked for you.

You beamed, you hadn’t had his cooking in a while, but didn’t exactly make a move to get up from bed. It wasn’t until he revealed that he’d made you pancakes, that had you up in seconds.

He chuckled as he followed you down the hall, lightly smacking your butt as you happily made your way through the apartment. You turned to him with surprise,“You cleaned too?”

“Course.” He scoffed as he tugged on your hand and sat you down at your small table that sat four people max. “I’d do it more if you didn’t always beat me to everything, I was thinking I should be doing a bit more around here anyway.”

“I can handle it.” You said, like always.

He rolled his eyes as he brought over the plate he’d prepared for you.

“I didn’t say you couldn’t, I’m just saying you don’t have to give a hundred percent every day, you know? You could give me thirty and I’d be more than happy to give the remaining seventy.” He began to explain,“I wanna take care of you too, and that starts by you not doing everything.”

You silently watched him cut up your pancakes before placing some fruit onto them and drizzling maple syrup all over, he gave you tea to drink and pulled his chair closer to you while you ate.

He ran his fingers through your hair again as you told him all about your day before asking about his and what time he’d gotten home. He let you feed him a couple bites of food and you snagged a few extra kisses each time you lied and told him he had syrup on his face.

When you finished, he asked if you’d like a bit of real food, claiming he wanted you nice and full. You agreed, happy to eat what he’d prepared.

You were less tired now, satisfied with your belly full and sitting with your lover as he recalled a story about retrieving someone’s lost kitten in a tree. You laughed at the classic save and felt your mental load becoming lighter the more the minutes went on.

After eating, the pampering continued.

Katsuki demanded you allow him to run you a bath, and he quickly made the bathroom up with a few candles. He set up a movie for you to watch on your laptop as he came into the room with you and offered to wash your hair. You requested he get in with you then, and he obliged quickly, taking his time when it came to massaging his hands through your hair and pressing kisses against your back at every opportunity. He held you against his chest as you relaxed into him.

You honestly started to get sleepy again.

And then it was ripped away from you once more as Katsuki led you to bed, not to sleep, but to have you spread out against the mattress for him to plaster his tongue against you and demand he get his dinner now.

“Wanna take care of you.” He’d said.

He quickly had you squirming and writhing underneath his touch and the feel of his fingers inside as he worked you until completion. He sung you praises about how hard you’d been working lately, telling you how you deserved this and more, as well as making sure you knew how good you always did for him.

“One more, baby.” He begged.

One more turned into two then three, and by the time he finally lined himself up to your entrance you were spent. He worshipped your body, kneading your breasts and holding one of your hands back so you couldn’t hide how flushed your face had become from not just his compliments, but from the way he fucked you.

“Katsuki,” You moaned,“Close.” Again.

“Cum with me, baby, please.”

The movement of his hips was starting to get sloppy, but neither of you noticed through the haze. He whined in your ear as you latched onto his back with your hands and wrapped your legs around his waist, your walls squeezed him and he moaned one last time as he got lost in euphoria. He didn’t make a move to remove himself as he pressed his sweaty forehead against your own and kissed your cheek and then your neck and then your collarbone, making a line all the way down to your bellybutton.

He occupied himself with making sure you stayed awake despite your eyes being closed as you attempted to catch your breath, he sucked hard enough to leave a few marks along your chest and before you knew it you started to feel him become hard inside of you again.

Your eyes snapped open as you gave him a look.

Katsuki smirked as he rubbed your hip and stole your mouth briefly,“Gotta make sure you’re nice and full, baby, one more time f’me, please?”

“You’re insatiable.” You told him.

And yet, how could you say no to him when he looked at you that way?

part one, part two

“Fuck my life.”

“What?” Your best friend, Misaki, asked from the stall beside yours.

You sighed, holding your phone in your hand as you walked out and met up with her at the sinks. You hadn’t even needed to use the restroom, you just wanted to check your messages in private.

“This asshole might actually be decent.” You rolled your eyes as you sent a text back.

“Dynamight?!” She smirked, trying to peek over your shoulder, but you were quick to shield your screen from her and exclaim that she’d get water on your dress if she didn’t quit being nosy while washing up.

“Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight.” You corrected with a grin,“But yeah I guess mostly everyone calls him Dynamight for short.”

“The fact that you know his full on dorky hero name tells me all I need, girl.” She said as she reapplied lipgloss in the mirror.

You scoffed,“Uh, if anyone’s down bad, it’s him, look at this text he just sent.”

k (ृ ु*`ω´)ु: Just leave the lame ass party.

k (ृ ु*`ω´)ु: I’ll come get you.

Misaki gasped,“You dirty little slut, you wouldn’t actually leave me here to go see him would you?”

You hid your face with your hair as you contemplated your answer,“...noooo.”

“You hesitated.”

“Okay, maybe I would like to see him tonight...” You relented,“Would you hate my guts?”

“Not if you call me tomorrow to hash out all the details of your dirty little tryst with the number two hero.” She grinned devilishly.

Lucky for you that no one else had walked into the bathroom since the both of you came in here, you didn’t need everyone hearing all the details of your private life.

“Deal.”

You neglected to tell her that you’d already texted him back.

y/n ʚ♡⃛ɞ(ू•ᴗ•ू❁): how soon can you get here

k (ृ ु*`ω´)ु: Already left, be there in ten.

y/n ʚ♡⃛ɞ(ू•ᴗ•ू❁): meet u outside xo

You left once you saw Misaki make it back to the rest of your friends, waving to them and blowing a kiss from the door before heading to the front of the building and grabbing your coat.

You were just about to put it on when a pair of hands ripped the material from your hold and a voice stated,“Let me help you.”

You watched dumbfounded as Katsuki Bakugo held out your jacket for you, he raised his eyebrow at you, holding it closer to your arms and indicating for you to put them through when you just stared,“Don’t have all night, c’mon, baby.”

You couldn’t help roll your eyes as you finally put it on,“Actually, we do have all night.” You turned around and he carefully pulled your hair out from underneath before his palm found your cheek, a soft caress that had you leaning in instinctively. “How’s it looking out there?”

“Bunch of paps, I’m sorry, they must’ve already known you were here.” He placed a kiss on your cheek as his official hello to you,“Just say the word and I’ll blast them all to hell.”

You snorted,“Yeah, right, and with it your career.” You rolled your eyes again and took his hand in yours,“C’mon, might as well face the music.”

You walked out together, lights flashing in your faces from the moment you opened the door and the paparazzi realized it was you. They began shouting louder once they realized who was with you, Bakugo took the lead though, using a strong arm to push people away from you and yelling,“Touch her and you die!”

Hot, you thought to yourself as you smirked and allowed him to pull you along. Who needed security when you had the number two hero on your arm?

He brought you around to his car,“Dunce face and ears are gonna kill me tomorrow.”

“Who?” You asked, confused.

“My dumb friends.” He scoffed,“They’re huge fans of you, once they realized I’ve kept you a secret they’re gonna freak out and yell at me.”

You chuckled,“Well my friends know so you can tell yours anything you want… within reason.”

He gave you a smug grin and opened the door for you, holding out his hand for you to get in carefully with the tall heels you were wearing. He went around the car and got in himself, finally allowing himself to indulge in a deep kiss now that you had the privacy.

It wasn’t until the next morning when it all began, Misaki spamming your phone with texts and calls about the news articles and asking you to please avoid social media.

You didn’t, of course, too curious for your own good.

You leaned closer into Katsuki’s warmth as you read through the headlines and saw the photos snapped of the two of you hand in hand, your accounts were worse… people online didn’t bother to hide their displeasure. You were suddenly blind, your taste questionable, and everyone was saying you had terrible judgement.

And yet, you couldn’t help disagree as you felt a kiss on the back of your neck and the grip around your waist become slightly tighter.