I hope Iâm not to late but fem!reader+Bakugo+Strawberry Blonde by Mitski? I love Mitski and this song is so sweet, I feel either Bakugo or the reader would become a better person because of each other! I might be too late but thank you if you do it!
Oh my... after i read the lyrics, i got a different interpretation for this song with the scenario... so i hope you like it!!! However, iâm keeping the idea of Bakugou being a better person cause his s/o and write something else!! Thanks sooo much for requesting him!
Strawberry Blond - Mitski.
Bakugou Katsuki x Fem!Reader.
Being a hero was an unpredictable job. You could never know what your daily life would bring. One day it was simple. Either nothing happened at all, or a couple minor criminals trying to use their quirks to rob a store. Yet, there were days when havoc was unleashed, and the whole agency had to focus all their efforts in the same incident.
______ was well aware of the risks the profession carried, and she was up for the job. It was her dream to stand alongside the biggest heroes and be recognized as one. If anything, it was the slow days which she hated the most. She wanted the adrenaline to buzz through her veins. She wanted to go all out and show what she was capable of. Being accepted in a big hero agency had been the first big step in her career. They were opening the doors for her. They had chosen her among many candidates. She was doing things correctly and her efforts were paying off. She was ecstatic.
However, there was something she hadnât been ready for: Bakugou Katsuki.
He had come off strong and aggressive, not caring at first who she was. In the exterior, she had come off as careless of his attitude. She had just cocked her eyebrow at him, donât understanding what had she done for him to practically grunt at her. On the inside, the tiniest part in her was pissed off at his rudeness. She had been hoping to make a good team with the other interns. She shrugged it off quickly. The rest of her team was pleasant and cordial, and she found herself having a laugh with them pretty soon.
It was until their first training together that she felt a spark between them. His level of conviction met hers, as well as his intellectual lucidity and quick reactions. Their session became so intense, the rest of the interns had stood around the arena, watching them. They were too focused on each other to mind the show they were putting for others unintentionally. An alarm went off and it took them a couple seconds to process it was their sign to stop. Their round was done. Their time had run out and neither of them had won. It was a tie.
They stared at eachother. Their eyes were locked in an intense glare as their chests went up and down in heavy pants.
Bakugouâs frown intensified, and he showed his fangs. âNext time Iâm taking you down,â he screamed from across the place, before abandoning the arena with heavy steps, leaving _____ behind. Her heart was beating deeply in its place. For everyone, it had sounded like Bakugou had threatened her. But for _____, it had sounded like a challenge she was willing to take. She wouldnât let him bring her down, and she couldnât wait for the next time.
From that moment on, Bakugouâs attitude towards her changed. He was still angry and rude to an extent, but she picked something new in his eyes. He was putting attention to her. He wasnât dismissive to her ideas or plans anymore. Whenever she was on the battleground, he had his gaze set on her. He would rile her up, daring to challenger her, asking with his cocky grin âIs that all youâve got?â And she gladly showed him she would always have something new under her sleeve.
It became exhilarating for _____ to have gain his respect. She never wanted those pair of red eyes to leave her⌠and later that month it dawned on her. She had accidentally fell for Bakugou Katsuki. Love was unexpected, but falling for someone the way she had fallen for him, was beyond ridiculous.
And the grass where you lay
Six months into her internship _____ understood she was doomed. Her friendship with Bakugou had grown like she never imagined. She knew for a fact she had become one of the few close friends he had, which meant the time they spent together increased. And it hurt. It hurt to get to know him so well, because she was aware of his dislike for relationships. For Bakugou his legacy as a hero was everything, and there was no space for love. _____ saw it in those intense eyes she was so fond of. He looked at her like her friend, and nothing more.
The knot in her chest was becoming impossible to ignore, and it got worse whenever they trained together. She felt the heat of his explosions, going off close to her, bringing the heat to her already warm skin. She blocked his punch as a drop of sweat went down her temple. She squinted her eyes, getting a perfect view of his confident expression. She felt in her chest the fireworks, and then it was her insides which were burning with emotional pain. The proximity of their bodies, and the urgency with which they moved rendered her weak. It was like a dance. It didnât feel like fighting. It felt like a ritual. She felt his passion with every blow she avoided. She cracked under the pressure. She had gotten overwhelmed between their fight, her emotions, and her mental distress.
âStop!â _____ shouted. She fell on one knee and used it for support. Tears were already lining up, and she couldnât cry in front of him. She didnât want to appear defenseless in front of him.
Bakugou halted, and had to take two steps back to properly stop. He studied her. âAre you okay?â
She gasped for air, barely keeping herself together, and nodded. âIâm exhausted,â she said and took another breath. She had to get out of there as quickly as possible. âI owe you one, okay?â
She stood up under his bewildered gaze. It was not like her to give up like that. She would push and push, and never let him win. To see her walking away from a training was unsettling for Bakugou, but what he didnât know, it was that _____ was facing something bigger than her. She has facing her own heart.
_____ didnât look back. She rushed to the locker room and went straight for a hot shower. It was their free day, and they had made a routine of training together in those type of days. Neither of them wanted to waste a minute. She thought she could keep her feelings at bay, but she clearly couldnât. She sat on the shower, still feeling drained.
She washed her hair and scrubbed her face still on the floor. She didnât rush. She took a slow shower, and dried her body with the same sluggish pace. She craved a warm meal. She would fill her stomach and then cuddle with a heavy blanket on the corner her sofa, and watch reruns of any sitcom she found first.
_____ felt lighter after the shower. It had helped to bring her temperature down, and with that, her mind was much cleared than before. She didnât know what had happened back in the training field. Watching Bakugou giving his all, shinning in his own unique light, looking straight at her had been suffocating. It was reality crashing on her. She liked him like she had never liked anyone. It was hard to have all you have ever wanted in front of you, and knowing it would never be yours. She had to come to terms with her unrequited love if she didnât want her feelings to jeopardize her friendship with Bakugou.
It was summer and the heat was unruly, so she didnât bother to dry her hair. It would help her stay fresh on her way home. She was glad she had brought a pair of loose shorts. They had finished early thanks to her sudden outburst, and the sun would still be up in the sky. She walked out of the locker rooms taking a deep breath. She was definitely much calmer.
âHey,â a deep voice said, taking her aback. With one shoulder resting on the wall, alone with her on the hallway, was Bakugou on his regular, civilian clothes. She was surprised to see him there, and at the same time cursed the way he looked in the shirt he was wearing. She was a lost cause.
âI thought you had gone home,â _____ admitted, clutching the strap of her bag. She was being honest. She didnât expect him to wait for her. It wasnât his style.
âYeah, well, you walked out of a fight. What the fuck was that?â While his words were harsh, his tone was much softer. He was concerned. Her heart did a flip.
âI have had an awful week and I needed a break. I need to relax for a bit.â He stared hard at her, and that was the last thing her poor heart needed. Those eyes, she thought. Was he being able to look through her? Was he calling her bluff?
âCome on. Letâs get dinner.â
âWhat?â she asked, sounding beyond confused. Bakugouâs brows knitted together in light annoyance.
âLetâs eat something. My treat. Move,â he repeated and gave her his back. He strolled towards the exit of the building.
_____ had to blink a couple times, making sure she was listening correctly. She watched him go. His shoulders swayed in compass with his steps, and she thought he got taller with every passing day. She had memorized him at some point in the past six months, and every tiny change in him, she would notice.
A barely perceptible smile appeared on her face. Maybe she couldnât have him the way she wished she did, but she also didnât want to be without him. She could go through another heartbreak if it meant to keep him in her life.
âHey!â Bakugou shouted, scaring her for the second time. He was looking at her over his shoulder. âAre you coming or not? Iâm hungry.â
âIâm coming!â She jogged to his side, and in return he huffed, shaking his head in disapproval. She suppressed her giggle at his usual grumpiness. A minute later, she peeked at him, and she caught him wearing a faint smile. That was enough for her. That was all she wanted.
I don't need the city, and I
Look at you, strawberry blond
In the blink of an eye a whole year had gone by. _____ was celebrating her first anniversary at her agency. One whole year and she couldnât be happier with her professional achievements. She had assisted a couple of important recues, and with that, her hero name was making rounds among their peers and television news.
_____ wished she could say everything was as expected, but it certainly wasnât. Her feelings for Bakugou were worse. The infatuation she felt on the first months had evolved into love. She couldâve put herself first, and distance herself from him. She couldâve tried to date someone else and hope he helped her forgot what wasnât hers, but she never succeeded. Her heart was locked on Bakugou and it didnât want to budge. She had spent nights crying, doing her best to rip him off from her mind, repeating he would never look at her with anything else than fraternal love. On those nights, she would feel determined to start forgetting all about him, but on the next day, as soon as he was in front of her, her conviction was destroyed to pieces. The fire in his soul could be seen in his eyes, and like beacon, they demanded her attention.
Daydreaming of a life by his side was what she did best. She could see him as her partner in life, and she didnât want anyone else. She had met so many people through her life, and she had never met someone quite like him. Bakugou was all she wanted, what was she supposed to do? She never said it out loud, but she had considered the idea of Bakugou being her soulmate. Maybe it wasnât their time, but it would be eventually. His heart would wake up and realize she was what he wanted. She would have her happy ending. âMaybe,â she thought hopeful.
_____ believed she knew everything about Bakugou. She thought he confided her with his every big and small thought. But she was proved wrong, and she didnât know what hurt more. Maybe it was Bakugou omitting such important information from her, or the secret itself.
_____ had inevitable met Kirishima. He was Bakugouâs self-proclaimed best friend, or so he had introduced himself like that. Bakugou didnât contradict him nor sneered at him, which tell her Kirishima was telling the truth. Otherwise, the blond would have exposed the lie immediately. She had liked him right away. She had never seen a pair so opposite, but at the same time, it was like a perfect balanced friendship. Eventually, as she grew closer to Bakugou, so she did with Kirishima. She had molded to them perfectly, and the three of them formed a special bond.
The news had come out of the blue, and it had stolen the air in her lungs. Kirishima had slung an arm around Bakugouâs shoulder and shone a teasing grin. âSo, have you talked to Himari yet or are you still a coward?â
Her soul sank a bit at the mention of another girl, but seeing Bakugouâs cheeks dusted with a soft pink, and how his lips slightly puckered and his eyes averted Kirishima made her whole exitance to sink into the bottom of the ocean. Whoever Himari was, she wasnât just no one. She was someone who had stolen Bakugouâs attention. She had something _____ didnât have.
âWhat? You like someone?â _____ asked teasingly. She was proud of how well she had hidden her true emotions. She had sounded natural, completely unbothered.
âShut up,â Bakugou mumbled back, and Kirishima erupted in laughter. It was an absolute confirmation. Since when Bakugou was the type to speak softly and blush? It was not like him. It had been a unique, special occasion. Apparently, it was. Himari was special. She had done what _____ had tried for a whole year.
She crashed on the cold concrete. Any hope left in her died that day. Some things were meant to be, and others just werenât. And Bakugou and her entered on the latter. She had made up dreams about them and held onto nothing. Now she wouldâve to pay the consequences of her foolishness, and watch Bakugou fall for someone else. She wouldâve to take her feelings, put them away in a box, and burry it into the ground.
So I follow the white lines
_____ wished the heartbreak had changed her, but it didnât. She was not sure what kind of relationship Bakugou had with Himari, and she didnât want to know. She never asked. Her heart was stubborn but it didnât mean she had to massacre it by digging into Bakugouâs love life. He had turned out to be pretty good at managing his time, and nothing had changed in their dynamic.
She wasnât catastrophically sorrowful and despondent like she had been the night she found out about the existence of Himari. She gotten over those feelings, and learned to live loving Bakugou in silence. It had taken her a couple of months, but she had gotten there. One day those feelings would disappear. They had to. _____ believed she wasnât going to spend her whole life pinning after someone who didnât love her back. She didnât know when it was going to happen, but she hoped it happen soon.
She kicked the punching bag a couple more times, getting an odd type of pleasure from the burning of her skin. She chuckled to herself. She had to be a masochist to some degree since she seemed to enjoy certain levels of pain. She grabbed her towel and her bottle of water, and headed to the showers.
Bakugou had been assigned to patrolling for the day, meaning their training session together was canceled by default. Six months ago, she wouldâve probably felt down the whole day, missing the blonde and wondering what was he up to. Now, it didnât bother her. She didnât have the same urge she used to have when she followed his every move. Bakugou wasnât in control of her emotions anymore, which was actually healthy. There were still days where it stung. Days when she wasnât in her best shape and she succumb to the desperation of her heartbreak. Usually, punching a punching bag until her fists were burning helped her to vent those undesired feelings.
She took her usual shower before leaving the headquarters. She dried her hair, and layered up. It was winter, and the cold wouldnât go anywhere any time soon. As she was heading outside, she crossed paths with Bakugou. He was wearing the winter version of his hero suit. She couldnât help to think it fit him well. Their eyes locked from across the room, but none of them reacted at first. She studied him briefly. His suit was practically clean, which meant it had been a calmed day with no crime to subdue.
âHey,â he called for her once they had gotten closer. âWait for me. Letâs grab something to eat.â She tilted her head curious. Their hangouts after their internship were very rare, even before Himari was in the picture. Usually they said their goodbyes outside the building and walk to opposite sides. It was almost like a metaphor for _____. She could pretend they were destined to be together, but at the end of the day, they would go their separate ways. âWhat?â he inquired at her lack of response.
She wanted to ask what had gotten into him or why he suddenly wanted to have dinner with her, but she refrained from ruining the moment. âNothing,â she said with a light chuckle. âSure, but hurry up. Iâm starving and I was already on my way out.â
Bakugou snapped his tongue, and mumbled a short âsureâ before continuing his way. _____ watched him go, not moving from her place. Inside her chest, that same undying spark was jumping out of happiness. She refused to believe his invitation meant anything, and yet there she was. She felt special, even if it was for one night. She let out a deep sigh. She could always pretend he was hers, and play along for a couple hours.
He turned around, catching her staring. She gave a little jump of surprise and her face flushed. She wasnât expecting him to look back. âStop staring!â he screamed at her. It was supposed to be a complaint, but by the mischievous grin he was displaying just for her, it felt like something else entirely.
And like that, the spark inside her had set everything on fire.
Look at you, strawberry blond
I love it when you call my name
Can you hear the bumblebees swarm?
I love it when you look my way
