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𓂃⊹ 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ blind (un)boxing | in his phone | behind him | eyeliner master | suede and pride | an ocean away | all over again | his bracelet | at 1am | chicken scratches | another one | trend follower | ♫ kiss of summer rain | ducks in the snow + carps in the heat | always listening | a place to return | guard dog | no hugs | midnight oil | pocket-sized | heart racers | a midnight surprise | feline madness | his sunshine | can you hear me? | furfuraldehyde | god hands | lovedrunk | in your eyes | no hugs | cuteness aggression to the max! | mirror image | get out | the dark side | his trust in you | gemg dynamight, sparkle hero | kicked puppy | at 1am | god hands ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛ lighthouse | his safe place | always here | soaked apology | all the little things | feather hearts | on solid ground | your voice | the wars we fight | crossfire | shelter | are you scared? ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ 17 | the morning that lied to you | ♫ atlantis love | ♫ twilight in the same sky | what was the last thing u said? | shattered hearts | the eternal comedy ꜱᴜɢɢᴇꜱᴛɪᴠᴇ the definition of strong | unstoppable forces | big chest ɴᴏ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ convenience store | grant me thy blessing | you'll do just fine | anecdotes of a fan

𓂃⊹ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝

🌟 starlight fantasy [pt. 1] [pt. 2] [pt. 3] [pt.4] [pt. 5] [pt. 6] [pt. 7] after dark [pt. 1] [pt. 2] [pt. 3] [pt. 4] 🔪 in hell, we lament [pt. 1] 🏢 welcome to reaper incorporated [pt. 1] ☾𖤓☽ eclipse [pt. 1] 🪽 the invention of wings [pt. 1]

You blink your eyes, recognising the cat as the residential male campus cat who has a notorious playboy reputation for only cosying up to the girls and plainly ignoring the guys. With a quiet giggle at that thought, you gently pet your lap with a hand, motioning for the cat to take a seat if he wants to. His eyes twinkle for a second before he steps onto your lap, letting out an affectionate meow as he starts kneading your uniform with his front paws.

"Oh, who's a handsome boy~" You coo, cupping the cat's cheeks with both of your hands and squishing them lightly. You continue fawning over the campus cat, showering him with words of affection and praises which he soaks all of it up with a smug feline grin, clearly enjoying your attention.

"The hell is that?"

The two of you turn your heads at the same time. Katsuki Bakugo, your boyfriend of several months, stands in front of you with a deep frown and his arms crossed stubbornly over his chest like he has just walked in on your affair.

You tut, wagging a finger at him. The campus cat merely turns away from Bakugo like he doesn't exist. "He isn't a that, Katsuki. He's a cat and a very handsome cat, isn't that right? Meow meow meow~"

The cat promptly meows right back at you in a sweet and charming purr as if he understood you, causing you to squeal as you start scratching him on his head again.

Bakugo makes a sound of annoyance as he storms towards you before unceremoniously plopping onto the bench right next to you, his leg touching yours. He glares furiously at the cat. "Oi. Bac' the hell off. That's my girlfriend, not yours."

The two of you promptly ignore him as you fawn over the cat, stroking his belly and receiving a tooth-rotting purr in response. A faint growl rumbles in Bakugo's chest as his glare hardens, jealously running amok in his burning crimson eyes. He tries nudging the cat off your lap, but the cat must be heavier than a brick. He tries to grab your attention, poking your cheek, your side, patting you on the shoulder furiously but you are too enamoured by the cuteness of the cat to pay any attention to your simmering boyfriend whose ears are slowly turning red from sheer frustration.

Unable to take it anymore, Bakugo inhales a deep breath and opens his mouth. "MEOW!!!! MEOW MEOOOOOW MEOW MEOW, MEOW ME-OW! (OI!!! GET THE HEEEEEELL AWAY FROM MY GIRLFRIEND, LITTLE FRE-AK!)"

The cat leaps to its feet, startled by Bakugo's angered shout and something akin to wild panic flashing past its eyes. It shrinks backwards before it turns around and leaps off your lap, dashing out of sight. You blink your eyes repeatedly, taken aback by how quick the cat ran away before you turn towards Bakugo who has the cockiest shit-eating grin dancing on his lips as he revels in his complete victory.

You're no stranger to seeing the extreme lengths Bakugo will go to for a complete victory, but witnessing Bakugo meowing at the top of his lungs is something you would never thought you would witness in your entire lifetime.

"I didn't know you speak cat." You blurt out, watching as Bakugo grasps his warm palm around yours and squeezes it possessively.

"Only when some bastard's trying to woo my girlfriend." Bakugo snorts loudly before he tilts his head at you, silently asking if you wanna leave. "Do you want to grab dessert?"

a/n: not really in the mood to write long fics recently

Bakugo raises a questioning eyebrow. The once thick and palpable silence melts into butter and drags on as he waits for you to say something, anything, to explain those two words, but you continue staring at him in mute silence with a somber expression. 

"You're broke." Bakugo finally repeats in a slow voice as if trying to affirm that he has not lost his hearing due to the explosive and deafening nature of his quirk and he heard you right. 

"Yea." You nod your head, letting out another worried sigh. "I'm broke."

Bakugo's frown grows even more perplexed. Why would you be concerned about money when you're around him? He doesn't get it. "Are you asking me for money?" 

"No, that's not it." You shake your head listlessly before fiddling with your fingers nervously. "I just wanted to tell you that I'm broke. No money in the bank. I doubt I can cover the bills and expenses for this month." 

Bakugo snorts lightly and abandons his hero work as he tosses his phone away, unbothered about where it lands. He turns his body to face you and crosses his legs on the couch, the television still muttering the script of a show he could predict with his eyes closed. He gazes at you intently, all of his attention and care concentrated on you, his girlfriend of several months. "Why are you so worried about it? I'll just cover the bills and expenses for the next few months then."

"But you're already covering the mortgage." You puff out your cheeks, some kind of guilt swimming in your eyes. "Will you be okay?"

"They pay me well." Bakugo makes a sound of amusement before he tilts his head at you. "You have university school fees to pay, don't you? Just focus on that and I'll settle the rest." 

"Okay." You chew on the inside of your cheek before you sigh again, looking away. "I just feel somewhat bad, that's all."

"Nothing to feel bad about." Bakugo mutters as he raises a finger to poke your cheek. "It's a team game. If you can't cover it, I will, and if I can't cover it, you will."

Your lips curve into a soft smile as you think of all those times where Bakugo would refuse to let you shoulder the burden alone, citing how the relationship is always a two player game. "What if both of us can't cover it either?" 

Bakugo's lips curve into a smug smirk. "Then we'll figure it out. Together." 

It also doesn't help that Bakugo likes wearing tight fitting tank tops when he's at home, fabric straining against the hulking pack of brawny muscles. Your eyes are always magnetised to the sight of the black top hugging tightly around Bakugo's chest.

And the best part of it all is how Bakugo doesn't even need to flex his muscles on purpose for your thirsty sake. Each little movement of his makes his muscles grow taut, movements rippling, and you can secretly ogle at the sight while also subconsciously feeling like an absolute pervert.

"You're staring at my chest again." Bakugo says casually one day, spoon in hand as he sits opposite of you at the dining table.

You promptly choke on your drink, spluttering and heaving before you wipe the side of your mouth and offer him a nervous and awkward chuckle. "What? No I'm not."

"Yea?" Bakugo questions with a cocky smirk as he sets his spoon down and leans back in his seat, tilting his head backwards slightly and letting the sharp angle of his jawline catch the light from the lamp hanging overhead. Your eyes dart immediately like it's instinct at this point, snapping downwards towards his chest.

"Caught ya." Bakugo's lips curve into a wolfish grin as he nudges your leg with a house slipper underneath the table.

"You're doing this on purpose." You accuse him lightly, kicking him underneath the table. The wolfish grin never falls from Bakugo's lips as he leans downwards slightly and catches your ankle with a warm palm, restricting your movements. You gasp indignantly and try to wrestle your ankle out of his strong yet gentle grip.

"Maybe." Bakugo lets out a low chuckle, still holding onto your ankle. "Believe it or not, princess, this isn't the first time I've caught you staring at my chest. You're making it too painfully obvious with how your eyeballs are about to fall out."

Your cheeks burn, flushed red from embarrassment at the thought of being caught long ago. Bakugo lets go of your ankle and you retreat back into the safety of your side of the dining table, the grin turning into his signature cocky smirk. "And you never said anything?"

"Why would I? You seem to be enjoying it a lot." Bakugo utters casually before he props his head up on one hand, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "What's so good about my chest, princess?"

You clear your throat awkwardly, setting your own cutlery down. "Well… it's big."

Bakugo raises an amused eyebrow. "That's it?"

"Yea. Don't you know your fangirls are thirsting over the size of your chest?" You continue, thinking back to all the thirst tweets you've came across on social media and dropped a like on. "Ever since you did that advert for that energy bar brand together with Shoto, people have been saying you need a bra."

That smirk tugs on his lips again, that know-it-all smirk that says everything. Bakugo doesn't even seem surprised at that information, instead opting to lean back in the chair and digging his hands into the pocket of his sweatpants.

"Maybe I do." Bakugo says without a missing a single beat as he gazes carefully at you, studying every single inch of your flabbergasted expression. "Wanna hold them for me, princess?"

a/n: i can't defend myself for this one

He swears quietly and kicks himself inwardly, lamenting his inability to fall asleep earlier when there were still noises in the background generated by his classmates that could lull him into sleep. He'd never tell anyone that that is the only reason why he goes to bed so early… but you are the sole exception, of course.

Bakugo pushes himself off his bed warily, dull blood eyes darting left and right. He watches the flickering shadows dance on the walls of his bedroom before he finally raises a hand to ruffle his hair out of annoyance and slips out of his bed, padding towards the bedroom door.

His footsteps are quiet out of rare consideration for his classmates, floorboards groaning with hushed creaks as he makes a beeline straight to your room. The corridors brighten with golden rivers flowing from the tiny gap underneath your bedroom door, illuminating Bakugo's hopes that you are still up and able to entertain him. Right before Bakugo knocks on your bedroom door, he hesitates and pauses. He contemplates disturbing you to seek comfort. He calculates the shame that will accumulate if he is to show you such a weak and vulnerable side of him. And lastly, he wonders if you are actually awake or if the golden rivers are just a product of the little nightlight you switch on every night before you go to bed.

In the middle of all his jumbled thoughts, the door gently swings open and Bakugo freezes like a deer caught in headlights. You look up at him, head tilted, dressed in your nightwear and a pencil in your hand.

You're no stranger to Bakugo visiting your room in the middle of the night when everyone else is fast asleep and silence invades the dorm building. You're also no stranger to Bakugo standing there in your doorway, raw panic in his eyes and cheeks flushed red from sheer embarrassment at being caught lingering outside your bedroom every single time. It's a moonlight waltz and you always catch Bakugo before he falls.

"Are you scared?" You ask softly, raising a hand to brush a loose strand of blonde hair aside.

Bakugo snorts out of faux haughtiness but you see right through him like he is a piece of glass, how his shoulders hunch up immediately and how his crimson eyes dart towards your lamp, the only source of light in the hellish nightmare of darkness immediately. "Why would I be scared?"

"Why can't you be scared?" Your lips curve into a gentle smile. Without waiting for an answer, you grasp Bakugo's hand with your free hand and tug him towards you before you nudge the door shut. He stumbles towards you with the shakiness of a newborn fawn. "Lie down."

"I'm not tired. Don't tell me what to do." Bakugo sulks, his eyes roaming all over the open textbooks and study materials on your desk. You laugh lightly without a reply and return to your chair, sitting down on it before you resume your studying with your back facing Bakugo.

It takes Bakugo a whole minute of standing awkwardly behind you like he has just invaded on a sacred shrine before he finally ambles towards your bed adjacent to your desk and lies down on his side as he stares up at your side profile. The golden lights paints your face, softening your facial features and Bakugo can only stare stupidly as you continue jotting down notes. He traces every line and curve, every rise and dip, every crest and trough.

Your pencil scrawls roughly against the papers. Your chair creaks each time you shift in your position. You let out a satisfied hum when you finish a section or a questioning sigh when you encounter a perplexing question.

Bakugo blinks as the drowsiness slowly seeps in, starting from his bones and surging up to his head. Your outline wavers and blurs in his vision before his eyelids finally gives up and he drifts off into a deep sleep, faint snoring erupting minutes later.

You turn your head towards the sleeping boy on your bed, watching as his chest rises and fall evenly. With a light smile, you lean over to pat his head softly and you are answered with a soft content hum as he instinctively nuzzles up to your touch.

You return to your studying afterwards without needing to make any more intentional noises. When you're finally done with what you sought to do, you set down your pencil and slide into bed next to Bakugo, cradling the sleeping boy close to you before you finally fall asleep too.

a/n: i've returned. i am now open for requests. please read my guidelines first before submitting.

Bakugo jolts awake, disorientated and panicked from the vigour in your voice floating down the hallway. He looks around wildly, wondering if he has committed an unpardonable sin that warrants your wrath. Maybe he forgot to fold the clothes, or maybe he forgot to vacuum the floor. Regardless of what it is, Bakugo is about to haul himself off the couch and seek forgiveness but he doesn't get very far when you come barrelling into the living room, waving your phone furiously at him. 

"Kats!" You gasp after skidding to a halt and plopping down unceremoniously onto the couch next to your boyfriend. "I need your help!"

"What?" Bakugo rasps as he squints at your phone. It's a familiar sight because you have asked him for this exact favour before, multiple times in fact. "Is this another one of your gacha games?"

"Yes!" You squeal excitedly and thrust your phone into your face where the banner of the character you've been eagerly waiting for stands as the sole obstacle. "I only have enough currency for a 10-pull and I'm not even close to pity so I really need your god-like hands to help me pull and win the 50-50!"

Bakugo stares at you, perplexed at the all foreign terms you spew at his face. His gaze shifts towards the character on the screen and he snorts, folding his arms across his chest. "What's so good about this character?" He utters gruffly, half expecting you to retaliate with a snarky remark or two.

"Oh, I'm so glad you asked!" You shriek, eyes sparkling, before you descend into a full-out rant concerning the character's abilities and lore, only pausing for micro-seconds to breathe. Bakugo doesn't even get a chance to say anything as he just sits there, absorbing your excited and eager rambling like a sponge.

"Their banner is leaving soon and once it does, it'll take months for them to return!" You exclaim and thrust your phone into Bakugo's face again, jabbing a furious finger at the 10-pull button. "So I'm counting on you Kats! Please bring them home!"

Bakugo swallows thickly, suddenly burdened. He taps on the 10-pull button and the two of you watch expectantly as the wish animation plays, not a single sign of a 5-star showing and you pout immediately knowing that the character dodged you once again. 

"You didn't get them?" Bakugo asks as he watches you, your shoulders deflating.

"Unfortunately, no." You sigh drearily, upset, before you put on smile and kiss Bakugo on the cheek lightly. "But it's okay! You pulled so many miracles for me before and I can't expect you to keep pulling them. Thanks babe!" 

With a grin, you flop back onto the couch next to Bakugo and resume your exploration of the latest map, trying to squeeze out any currency for some last minute desperate 1-pulls. 

Bakugo stares at you before he picks up his phone and opens Google at an angle where you wouldn't be able to see his phone screen before typing a question. 

how do I buy in-game currency for my girlfriend

Google offers him a variety of options and Bakugo eventually settles for a third party top-up service with plenty of good reviews. He opens up his chat with you, searching for your player code that you've once sent to him before. He finishes the checkout process for the largest pack and waits expectantly for your reaction. 

Sure enough, you're greeted by the screen of in-game currency being delivered straight to your account. Your jaw drops and your eyes widen before you leap off the couch with a shriek and show Bakugo your phone with a shaking hand. 

"What?" Bakugo asks, trying to remain disinterested though the faintest smile ghosting his lips tells you otherwise. "What's that?" 

"Oh my god." You breathe, finally realising the pure coincidence of the timing before pointing a straight finger at Bakugo. "Was that you?!"

Bakugo hums, amused by your visceral reaction. "Maybe—"

You cut him off as you throw your phone away and fling yourself onto him, attacking Bakugo with a barrage of frenzied kisses filled with love. Bakugo squawks, arms flailing about, before he finally wraps his arms around you tightly with a genuine laugh. 

"Thank you so much." You sniffle quietly, heart wringing itself dry as you think about how Bakugo never understood the appeal of gacha games, yet he would still spend money just for your sake. 

Bakugo responds with a soft kiss on your temple before patting your back. "Go get 'em." He murmurs quietly with a smile. 

a/n: originally i wrote this using ashveil from hsr as the gacha game character but i changed it so you can imagine it as whoever you want.

With a heavy sigh, you reluctantly give in and agree to go the club with your friend and his friends. His eyes light up immediately as he leaps to both feet with a holler of joy before patting your shoulder with a grin. "That's the spirit! Now we have enough people for their special campaign." 

"Er, what special campaign?" You echo nervously, watching as your friend pulls out his phone and starts texting his friends immediately, the grin permanently sewn onto his lips. 

"Oh, just some discount on bottles." Your friend answers you dismissively with a wave of his hand before he looks at you up and down. "Go get changed, Y/N. You should wear something more appropriate for a club. I'll meet you at the entrance of your dorm building in 15 minutes!"

And just like that, your friend dashes off without another word. You stare at his retreating back before looking down at your comfortable hoodie and sweats. With another heavy sigh, you trudge back to your dorm room and dig through your wardrobe for something 'club appropriate', already having a feeling that you'll heavily regret saying yes. 

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You definitely regret saying yes when your 'friend' ditches you the moment he and his group make it past the bouncers and a beeline straight to the tables of the club.

The club is wild. The people are reckless. The ground thumps furiously from the insane bass of a remix of some hot pop music you don't really know. The functional lights are dim and you can barely find your way around, the eilepsy-inducing lights of the strobe blinding you every now and then if you look at a certain angle. The dance floor is a writhing mass of sweaty bodies glued together and you're lost in this massive club where everything is too loud and too bright but also kinda dim and you're seconds away from an episode of sensory overload. 

You stumble away from the bar and towards a quiet spot, flattening yourself against the wall in an attempt to remain grounded. You look around wildly for the way out but you can't figure out where you once came from and you groan, squeezing your eyes shut to calm your rapidly beating heart and to formulate a plan in your head. 

You barely manage another thought when an unfamiliar pressure looms in front of you, forcing you to open your eyes suddenly to see a man staring at you through half-lidded eyes, a wolfish grin dancing on his lips as his words come out in a tangled slur. 

Oh yea, this guy is definitely drunk. You swallow thickly, your stomach curling into a tense knot as you duck in an attempt to escape from man who throws out an arm and grabs your wrist, his grin turning into a soured snarl as he tries to yank you towards him. 

You scream bloody murder but with how loud the music blaring in the background is, no one hears you in this secluded corner of the club. Tears well up in your eyes immediately as you continue resisting, the stench of booze the man reeks of dulling your strength. 

Another figure invades your vision suddenly, his tall frame suddenly in between you and the drunk creep as he delivers a swift punch to the creep's face, sending him hurtling somewhere that you don't even care about. You stumble backwards from the sudden freedom, your back hitting the wall, and you look up to see your classmate Katsuki Bakugo looming in front of your protectively, his jaw tense and fingers still curled into a tight fist. 

"Fuckin' creep." Bakugo mutters before he growls. "Keep your hands to yourself, dumbass." 

Bakugo turns to you, his eyes softening slightly. "You ok?" He questions cautiously, uncurling his fist and reaching out towards you. You flinch instinctively, overwhelmed from everything that has just happened in the span of 5 minutes and Bakugo freezes like he's been zapped with static, his hand stopping mid-air. 

"You're safe now." Bakugo murmurs as he inches towards you slowly, keeping his movements as small as possible. "I'm not going to hurt you." 

"I-I know." You choke out before you inhale another shaky breath. You know Katsuki Bakugo would never do anything to hurt you from how he treats the girls in the class which you've witnessed. "Sorry, I just…" 

"Nothin' to be sorry about." Bakugo shakes his head as you finally look at him up and down, realising how he looks like someone who just dashed out of his dorm from the jacket, tee shirt and the sweatpants he is wearing. "Can I hold your hand? I'm going to get you out of here." 

You nod, relieved, as you wipe your tears away furiously before cleaning your hands on your top and offering it to Bakugo who takes it, sharing his natural warmth with you. He leads the way out and you follow behind him closely, afraid of being separated from him. 

The cool midnight air kisses your exposed skin as you shiver involuntarily, yet you've never been this happy to see the moon and the stars in the night sky. The music of the club dulls into a faded murmur in the background as you finally release the breath you've been holding, still shaken up from the entire encounter. Something soft that smells awfully like Bakugo's heat settles on you and you look up to see Bakugo pulling his jacket around your shoulders. 

"It's cold." He says simply before pointing towards the end of the alleyway. "Bus stop's that way." 

You nod as you pull his jacket tighter around yourself. Bakugo digs his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants before he leads the way out of the alley and onto the main road. 

Silence is all there is as the two of you walk side by side towards the bus stop before you finally break it with a timid question. "How did you know I was there?" 

Bakugo glances at you slightly before he sighs loudly and rakes a hand through his spiky blonde hair. "Saw you with your friends in front of the dorm building. Thought something didn't feel right so I followed after you but I lost you the moment I got into the club. Took some time before I found you." 

"Something didn't feel right?" You echo quietly. 

"Yea." Bakugo's voice is low and quiet which is unusually uncharacteristic of him. "You looked uncomfortable as hell. Did you actually agree to go with them to the club?" 

You tighten your grip on the hems of Bakugo's jacket. "My friend asked me to go so I… said yes." 

Bakugo's jaw ticks. "You can't say no?"

"I tried." You mumble in a tired and weary voice. 

Bakugo clenches his teeth. "How did you end up alone by yourself?" 

You don't answer, still hurt by the betrayal of your 'friend' and your silence is all Bakugo needs as he swears faintly under his breath. "Rat bastard… I'm going to fuckin' confront him. Make him get on his knees and apologise to you." 

"No, don't." You turn your head quickly, offering Bakugo a strained smile. "I-I don't want any confrontations. I'm just going to cut him off silently." 

Bakugo frowns slightly at you before he lets out a vexed sigh, nudging you towards the empty seat at the bus stop. "If you insist." 

You sit down, relief fluttering across your face as your aching soles are momentarily spared from the biting pain of high heels. Bakugo says nothing at all as he takes a seat beside you and fishes out his phone, scrolling on the screen with a placid look on his face. The two of you wait for the bus in complete silence as the harsh gale of the midnight wind tumbles in between the two of you. 

A few minutes later, the bus that goes back to the dorm pulls up to the bus stop with a quiet rumble. You stand up and wince, the pain underneath your soles flaring up once more as you get onto the bus and tap your card before plopping onto a nearby seat. Bakugo sits beside you afterwards and silence returns once more. 

You turn your head towards the window as the bus moves off, streetlights catching up to you before falling behind as you fall into your own thoughts. Bakugo scrolls on his phone again, right leg crossing over his left knee as he places an arm on the back of the seat behind you. Your eyelids grow heavy, physically and mentally exhausted before they close by themselves and you start to nod off while sitting upright. 

"If you're tired, you can rest on me." Bakugo says casually, typing something on his phone with one hand. 

Your cheeks flush red, embarrassed that you got caught so fast. You clear your throat quietly before mumbling a soft word of thanks and you lean towards Bakugo gingerly, resting on his chest. Bakugo doesn't even flinch from the close proximity while your heart starts to prance around like a frantic rabbit. 

"Do you do this often?" You murmur, the quiet rumble of the moving bus lulling you close to dreamland. 

"Do what?" Bakugo's voice drift into your ears. 

"Saving girls from the club." Your body gradually grows slack. 

"I saved girls from other stuff, but you're the first that I saved from a creep in a club." Bakugo snorts lightly before he hums.

"Oh." You mumble, shoulders slumping. Now you just look like a damsel in miserable distress. 

"How did you even become friends with the person who ditched you?" Bakugo asks, his voice holding a tinge of suspicion. 

"We're from the same college club. He started talking to me out of nowhere and we became friends. But recently he only comes to me for favours or help." You sigh quietly. 

"He's taking advantage of you." Bakugo's voice drops into a low growl of irritation. "You better cut him off. No point having such a stupid idiot in your life." 

"I will." You squeeze your eyes shut, listening to Bakugo's heartbeat that thuds in your ears. Never in your whole college life could you have imagined that you would be spilling your problems to Katsuki Bakugo in an empty bus at 1AM in the morning, something so surreal it doesn't even feel real. 

"We're close." Bakugo murmurs after a few minutes as the familiar outline of the campus springs up in view. You straighten your back, lifting yourself off Bakugo's chest with a quiet yawn. The bus stops at the back of the campus and you scrunch up your face as you get off the bus, knowing that you'll have to drag your feet trapped in those tight high heels of yours to the dorm building. 

Bakugo looks at you with a raised eyebrow. "Feet hurts?" He asks simply to which you nod your head, embarrassed again.

With a quiet sigh, Bakugo presents his back to you as he kneels down. "Get on." 

You blink your eyes in disbelief. "Huh?" 

Bakugo looks at you over his shoulder, frowning slightly before he repeats himself and pats his back. 

Oh. Katsuki Bakugo is offering to piggyback you. You're mortified at such a thought, but your feet are really dying from the high heels and you don't really want to drag yourself back to dorm barefooted. You swallow nervously and gently lower yourself onto Bakugo's back, arms draping over his shoulders as he hooks his arms underneath your knees. Slowly and carefully, Bakugo rises to his feet without even a single grunt and starts the journey back to the dorm. You rest your head on his shoulder, soothed by how naturally warm he is even in the icy chill of the night. 

"Sorry." You mumble, legs dangling as you grab your wrist with one hand. 

"What for?" Bakugo asks without even a break in his stride. 

"For troubling you." You think about how it is only a Wednesday and how Bakugo might have morning classes tomorrow when you don't, yet he choose to follow after you for your sake and your heart squeezes itself from guilt. 

Bakugo huffs as if you've just insulted him. "That's hardly something to be sorry about. Learn to apologise to yourself first. You're letting people walk all over you." 

"Yea." You tighten your grip on your wrist, the sharp sting of the betrayal flaring up once more. "I guess I was desperate for... companionship. Somebody in my life that actually gives a F about me." 

"Hmph." Bakugo makes a sound before he sighs loudly. "If you're that desperate, you can hang out with me." 

"B-But," You stutter, heart skipping a beat at the suggestion. "I don't want to intrude on you. Or your clique." 

"I wouldn't care." Bakugo snorts. "And I'll make sure the other guys will not care either. We have a class together tomorrow right?" 

"Yea." You nod your head even if Bakugo cannot see you. "Right before lunch." 

"Cool. We can grab lunch together then." You can almost hear the satisfied smirk on Bakugo's lips. "Don't ditch me, okay?" 

You manage a giggle as Bakugo dips into the lobby of the dorm building, refusing to let you down even when you ask. It is only when he reaches the front of your dorm room that he finally lets you down onto the ground carefully, saving your feet from dying. You're quick to strip off the high heels and a sigh of relief immediately tumbles from your mouth. 

You turn around, smiling warmly at Bakugo. "Thanks." You whisper before remembering that you're still wearing his jacket. "Your jacket, wait, let me give it back." 

"Nah." Bakugo waves a hand dismissively, the other hand tucked into the pocket of his sweatpants before he smirks lightly at you. "Your eye bags are awful. It'll probably help you to sleep better so keep it." 

"Seriously?" You utter before you laugh quietly, shaking your head in disbelief. 

"Seriously." Bakugo echoes, his smirk never fading before he raises his hand to wave at you. "Go to bed. I'll see you tomorrow." 

"Okay. Thanks, Bakugo. See you." You say with a soft smile before you close the door shut and lock it, the sound of Bakugo's footsteps fading into nothingness. You flick the light switch and take a quick and warm shower before doing your nightly routine and flopping straight into bed, hugging Bakugo's jacket. 

You don't know if it's the natural smell of Bakugo on his jacket, or the fact that you can still feel some of his soothing heat lingering on the fabric, but Bakugo is completely right for you end up having the most restful sleep that night while cuddled up with his jacket.

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"Alright, that's all for today." Your professor says with a smile as the lecture wraps up. You immediately start packing up your belongings with excited hands because it's finally lunch time. You're eager to eat something since you're kinda hungry and also pleased that you won't be eating alone since Bakugo has invited you to eat lunch with him. 

A strangely familiar shadow falls over you as you freeze. You lift your head to see your 'friend' with a sleazy grin. "Hey Y/N, there's this bar that I wanna go to. Come with me." 

You stiffen instinctively, both humiliated and angered by his lack of guilt as if he did not ditch you last night at the club. You're about to utter a firm no when Bakugo appears beside you in an instant with a venomous scowl on his face. 

"Fuck off, dude. She's busy with me tonight." Bakugo snaps, putting an arm around your shoulder. "And every other night too, so stop lookin' for her." 

Your 'friend' looks at Bakugo and back at you before he throws his head back and laughs, an ugly grating laugh that forces embarrassment into your system. "What, Y/N, did you pay Bakugo to be your bodyguard or some shit? There's no way in hell you could have ever bagged him!" 

Bakugo's nostrils flare, his teeth gnashed together and he raises a fist for a good punch, but you're quick to tug on his shirt as you plead him silently using your eyes. Bakugo frowns at you before he slowly lowers his fist and pulls you even closer towards him. 

"Ah, Y/N, you're really a joke." Your 'friend' wipes his tears away before he shakes his head at you, whether out of amusement or disappointment and chortles loudly. "You're not that rich either, so I guess you must have paid him with your body. But damn, your body's not even that nice anyway. How many times did you have to sleep with him so that he would act like a dog towards you?" 

The pin drop silence in the lecture hall is astounding before it slowly dawns upon your 'friend' that everyone else in the class, including the professor, has just heard what he said. The look of horror stretching on his face has never been more satisfying as he turns around to see the rest of the class staring back at him with looks of disgust right as Bakugo raises a hand, calling for the professor. "Professor, you heard what he said right? This bastard is shit talking my girlfriend." 

You whip your gaze towards Bakugo, mouth agape from the fact that Bakugo casually referred to you as his girlfriend. 

When the creep is finally hauled off by your professor who is less than pleased and the other students start gossiping, you tug on Bakugo's shirt furiously. "Why did you call me your girlfriend?" 

"For added effect." Bakugo says with an amused smirk before he slips into the seat next to you and gazes at you, his crimson eyes shining. "It's a shame it's not true though." 

Your cheeks heat up immediately, your mind suddenly blank and empty. 

Bakugo grins at your reaction before he leans in towards you and taps on your hand lightly. "Do you want to make it real with me?" 

a/n: my only experience at the club was with my university friends right before COVID hit. i actually really enjoyed it, there's just something euphoric about getting that buzz, eating hotpot at 4am and then waiting for the first train back home. now i'm old and i can't keep my eyes open past 1am.

It's all true, of course, and you know this much because Dynamight's words were directed to you and only you. 

You pick up your coffee and force out a strained smile, trying to hide your embarrassment as you walk back to your department together with your colleague who continues to ramble your ear off, only quietening down the moment she reaches her desk and goes back to work. You plop onto your seat with a silent sigh, putting the cup of coffee to one side before your phone vibrates on your desk, the screen lighting up with a message from Dynamight, or whom you've come to known as Katsuki Bakugo. 

see you later

You frown, wondering what the hell he is talking about. Sure, you managed to fix a day and time with him for the second date after comparing schedules, but it isn't today. 

Right?

You open your text messages with him and scroll through the light conversations and carefully angled photos as you try to rub your frown away. Your gaze darts between the date you mentioned in text and the date flickering on your monitor before you drop your phone and swear faintly under your breath. 

Shit. The date is today. You were too preoccupied with work to notice. 

You scroll further down your conversation with Bakugo, reading the messages briefly before horror settles in your gut when you realise that your past self offered to plan the date for today, probably a spur of the moment thing because now that you think about it, you've absolutely no idea where to go. 

"Wow, you're so smart." You utter sarcastically before you put down your phone and bury your face into your hands before screaming silently, despairing over your past decisions. With a resigned sigh, you lift your head up and spend the last few hours of the work day sifting through Google and searching for suggestions, occasionally interrupted by work matters that continue to pile up like a train wreck. 

Your research proves to be fruitful. By the time everyone bids you goodbye as they leave the office and you're left alone, you have a pretty good idea of where you want to go, though whether Bakugo will like it or not is another matter. You bury yourself back into your work while waiting for Bakugo to pick you up. The office quietens into a comfortable silence, occasionally shattered by the clicks of your keyboard as you sort through files and emails. You drink the last bit of your coffee that has turned cold by now before tossing the empty cup into the bin right as your phone lights up with a message from Bakugo. 

i'm here

And suddenly you're nervous again, just as nervous as you were seconds before meeting him for the first date. You swallow thickly and send a message of acknowledgement to him before you start packing your things frantically, shoving your laptop into your work bag and touching up your lipstick for the nth time. You gaze at your reflection in the elevator, patting down strands of baby hair and fixing your top before you exit the elevator, merging into the overtime crowd who have just clocked out. The whispers gradually start to spread and you perk up, noticing the crowd of nosy people who have stopped by the roadside as if observing something. 

You push past them, wondering what everyone is looking at, and your curiosity is sated when you find yourself staring at Bakugo leaning against the hood of his sports car casually, the interior illuminated with a soft orange hue from the dashboard. Bakugo scrolls through his phone idly, a hand tucked into the hands of his pants before he seems to feel your presence and raises your head, meeting eyes with you. 

The crowd's murmuring intensifies because The Dynamight is looking their way, but you don't seem to hear anything else, too preoccupied with staring at Bakugo. The golden lights of the streetlights accentuates his sharp features, crimson eyes piercing against the velvety backdrop of the night as Bakugo breaks into a soft smile as he continues gazing at you. 

Your lips mirror his as you step out from the crowd, feeling the immediate pressure of dozens of prying eyes burning into your back. You shrug it off and approach Bakugo. "Hey." You utter as casually as you can, heart skipping a beat. 

"Hey." Bakugo echoes before he opens the door for you, quiet music playing in the background. You get into the passenger seat, sinking into the lush leather material again as Bakugo closes the door for you and slips behind the steering wheel. With the windows of his car tinted for privacy's sake, you gradually relax as you turn to look at Bakugo with a content smile. 

"So, where do you wanna go?" Bakugo asks as he taps on the dashboard, ready to map out the route on the GPS. 

You fiddle with your fingers awkwardly, nervousness spiking as you wonder if Bakugo will like your idea of a date or not. But you've came this far and you don't really want to back out now, so you hold out your phone to him as you tear your gaze away. "W-Well, there was this aquarium I thought we could go to…" 

Much to your relief, a sparkle of interest flashes past Bakugo's eyes as he studies the information of the aquarium on your phone, seemingly intrigued. "That sounds good. What about food then?" Bakugo asks, already adding a marker onto the aquarium on the GPS. 

Bakugo's question catches you off-guard as you freeze, your eyes widening from shock for you had completely forgotten about dinner. "Ugh, sorry, I forgot to find a place for dinner." 

Bakugo tilts his head back with a hearty laugh and your cheeks redden even more. You lament your stupidity while Bakugo stars driving, left hand on the steering wheel while he props up his head with the right. The car accelerates with a steady purr, merging with the traffic of central Tokyo. 

"It's fine. Don't worry about it." Bakugo grins, his crimson eyes fixed on the road ahead as he expertly navigates through the traffic. "We can walk around and see if there's any good food near the aquarium." 

"I'm not worrying about it." You mumble, lying through your teeth. Bakugo snorts, amused by your feeble insistence. 

"I can see it all over your face." Bakugo replies, a smile tugging on the corner of his lips. 

"But you're not looking at me." You utter, looking straight ahead. "You're looking at the road." 

"I can see your reflection in the windshield." Bakugo points out before his smile inflates into a knowing smirk. "And I can see just how red your cheeks are." 

You yelp quietly before you turned away and cover your cheeks, even more mortified than you were seconds ago. Bakugo just laughs again, forcing your heart to flutter before his laughter dies down and he smiles softly. "How was work today?" 

"Was good." You answer after a heart beat, playing with your fingers as you think back to the relatively uneventful day. "Had a meeting in the morning, sushi and coffee for lunch, and now I'm here with you which is arguably the best part of my day." 

"We haven't even gotten started yet," Bakugo's eyes twinkles with affection. "And you already think our date is the best part of your day?" 

"Well, yea. I was looking forward to this all day." You giggle quietly, leaning your head on the headrest. "It's definitely going to the best if you ignore my little mishap over dinner. What about you? How was your day?" 

"Good. But now it's even better." Bakugo smiles smugly. "Had the day off, so I cleaned the house and did some grocery shopping. Then I made sure to scrub myself thoroughly in the shower and spray a shit ton of cologne on myself before picking you up." 

Your nose twitches immediately. Sure enough, you can detect the sharp scent of soap mixed with a minty aftertaste of cologne, faint enough such that it isn't too overpowering. "Is this how you charm the ladies?" You giggle again, amused at the thought of Bakugo dunking himself in cologne before a date.

"Sometimes." Bakugo cackles before his expression softens slightly, the smile fading. "But it's mostly because I get complaints from the ladies." 

"What kind of complaints?" You lean in towards him, curiosity piqued. 

"Complaints that I stink of smoke and sweat." Bakugo shrugs his shoulders, the little waver of hesitation flashing past his eyes that you catch for a brief moment. 

"That's because of your job as a pro hero isn't it?" You utter with a slight frown, recalling the chaos that unfolded at the mission site you were observing from the other side of the screen. While you were cuddled up in the comforts of your own home, on the couch, Bakugo was out in the eye of the storm protecting the peace and safety of the town in his own explosive ways. "Sounds kinda rude to be complaining about that."

"Happens all the time." Bakugo shrugs his shoulders carelessly as if he doesn't care anymore. "I get complaints about other stuff too so I just gave up on dating afterwards." 

You think back to your very first conversation with Bakugo back in that convenience store about how the public's need for him to be perfect is his greatest flaw of all. It's no wonder, and also incredibly stupid in your honest opinion, that the ladies Bakugo tried dating expected him to be the perfect man in every single way possible. 

"Well, I only have one complaint about you." Your eyes flicker towards the dashboard where some random opera song is playing, the woman singing in a soulful voice too scratchy for your liking. "Do you listen to songs like this?" 

Bakugo remains silent for a few seconds as he processes your words before he chortles loudly and shakes his head. "Nah, I just turned it to a random radio station. You can change it if you want." 

"Good to know." You grin as you tap on the dashboard, cycling through radio stations before some pop music starts playing and you lean back into your seat with with a content hum. "Now I have no complaints about you." 

Bakugo makes a sound of amusement and the conversation ends there. You fish your phone from your work bag as you bob your head back and forth, singing quietly as you scroll through the aquarium's website to check the prices for the tickets before your singing abruptly stops as you stare at the notice posted by the aquarium detailing of how the aquarium will be closed earlier than its normal operating hours today to prepare for an event tomorrow. 

Oh, you're such an idiot. 

You don't even know what to do at this point. Should you continue to go to the aquarium and pay the normal ticket price for 45 minutes of watching the aquatic life? Or should you search for another date spot right now and tell Bakugo in hopes that he'll understand your stupidity? Panic flares up in your gut as you fumble to open a new tab, typing frantically into the search engine. Unfortunately for you, Bakugo catches onto your discomfort immediately. "What's wrong? Did something happen?" 

"No, n-nothing." Your stutter betrays you immediately and you wince at how nervous you sound. 

Bakugo exhales quietly and taps your thigh lightly with his free hand. "C'mon. You can tell me about it." He murmurs, coaxing you with his awfully soft voice that pulls on your heartstrings. 

You squeeze your eyes shut, feeling the pressure stretch across your face before you open them and let out a sigh. You figure that there's no point in lying to Bakugo. "I just found out that the aquarium is closing earlier than normal today because of some event they have tomorrow. So by the time we reach there—" You pause, studying the GPS numbers carefully and running a quick calculation in your head. "—We'll only have around 45 minutes to explore the aquarium assuming that we don't go for dinner. I'm trying to find another place we can go to instead." 

Bakugo nods his head understanding before he smiles. "There's no need to find another place. If you're not hungry, let's go straight to the aquarium and then have dinner afterwards." 

"What? But I don't think it'll be worth for the price of the tickets." You reply, kicking yourself inwardly for such a stupid mistake as the car pulls up to a traffic light, purring softly. Bakugo turns to look at you with a faint smile as he reaches over to give your hand a reassuring squeeze. 

"45 minutes is more than enough as long as I'm with you." Bakugo murmurs in a voice so delicate and warm, your heart does an insane kick flip and you have to physically clutch at your chest before it parkours out of your chest. 

In all of the videos and clips of Bakugo that your colleague shows you with a mischievous sparkle in her eye, knowing that you're currently dating the pro hero, you've never seen him this soft and gentle as if all his layers of roughness and explosive anger has been stripped away, revealing his inner core that is nothing but tender. 

You curl your fingers into fists tightly, your knuckles turning white from the impact. Screw those ladies that complain about the most trivial shit ever because you adore Bakugo's softness. You adore Dynamight's bratty temper. From the top to the bottom, left to right, out to in, you adore every single inch of the man who cherishes every single minute of you and you will respect his flaws when you learn about it in the future just as much as he will respect yours. 

"I think I'm in love with you." You blurt out without even thinking. Bakugo raises an eyebrow before he laughs softly and your heart explodes with the force greater than his quirk. 

"What made you say that so suddenly?" Bakugo asks as the car moves off, drawing closer and closer to the aquarium. 

"This." You gesture at him furiously with both hands. "You." 

"Me?" Bakugo questions teasingly before he laughs again. 

"Well duh, I'm dating you right?" You snort lightly. "I like everything about you, even all the little imperfections you have so… don't try to be perfect for me, okay? I want you to be imperfect as hell." 

Bakugo looks over at your briefly, crimson eyes quivering with the softest affection before he whispers a quiet word of agreement like a vow. 

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The city at night buzzes faintly with excitement, a myriad of footsteps bouncing against the sidewalk echoing in tandem with the guttural rumble of cars. You gaze up at the entrance of the aquarium with a light smile while Bakugo buys the tickets and returns to your side afterwards, waving the tickets at you. 

"Let's go." Bakugo murmurs and you nod, brimming with anticipation as the two of you are waved in through the entrance after the staff checks the tickets, notably flustered at the sight of pro hero Dynamight. You snort silently, amused by her frantic reaction, as you follow Bakugo into the aquarium where the lights have grown dim for a more immersive experience. The sounds of children's playful banter and amazed chatter of the other visitors arise in the background before they fade into white noise at the back of your head as the audio recording of a whale's mournful cry blares over the speakers, sending a chill rippling down your spine at the nostalgia it invokes. 

Bakugo stops in front of a towering tank with a pitch black backdrop, hundreds of small transparent jellyfish floundering about slowly as they drift weightlessly in a circular motion and you stop beside him. For several seconds the two of you stand in silenced awe, watching the jellyfishes drift. 

"It's beautiful." You finally murmur, eyes tracing the jellyfishes as they continue to meander along the curve trajectory of the rippling currents in the tank, the flowing tips of their bell fluttering like waves. And before you even know it, your gaze has reached the original point which you first glanced at. The jellyfishes continue their drifting irregardless of whether they hold your gaze captive or not for another mundane cycle, and probably hundreds more. 

Is this not… you, and your life? 

"If they were free in the open ocean," Bakugo muses in a quiet voice, crimson eyes wandering towards the edge of the jellyfishes' path. "Perhaps they would drift in every single direction possible." 

You think about it. You think about a jellyfish in the vast expanse of the great ocean, able to go wherever it wants to with the only limit being the curvature of Earth where the ends meet. You think about yourself and a life where hundreds of doors open up to possibilities you can explore to smooth out the wrinkle of mundanity with the only limit that being a human. 

If such a reality turns real, would you still think of yourself as free, or trapped still? 

After another minute of watching the jellyfishes in a mystified trance, the two of you move on, walking side by side down the hallway illuminated only by a sparse number of spotlights as the other visitors walk towards where the two of you once came from, headed towards the entrance. The soft cobalt hues dappling the exit of the hallway intensifies with each step you take before you're out of the dim hallway and in the presence of The Deep Blue. 

The tank is massive, running from one edge of the wall to the other and four times your own height. The viewing gallery is crowned in a shade of ghostly cerulean, sharp glimmers of white light piercing from beyond the tank occasionally blocked by billowing columns of bubbles. The white sandy bottom is littered with corals of every shape and size, strategically placed with gaps in between for schools of colourful fishes to dart through, kicking up a handful of white sand as they zoom past. Manta rays swim past elegantly with the primed cadence of a dancer, their tails swishing about and leaving behind a trail of glistening bubbles in their wake. 

You don't know how long you've been staring in amazement until Bakugo calls out to you, tugging you back to reality. You blink your eyes and turn around to see the pro hero glancing at you, his crimson eyes de-saturated by the wisps of spectral blue. 

"Wanna take a seat?" Bakugo asks as he points towards the viewing gallery.

You nod your head with a soft smile, falling into step beside Bakugo towards the viewing gallery. Bakugo finds an empty bench and sits down on it with a content sigh. You mirror his action, leaving just a small gap in between the two of you before you tilt your head up towards the miniature ocean before you again. 

The artificial songs of the ocean plays over the speakers hidden somewhere as the crowd in the viewing gallery starts thinning out, leaving just you and Bakugo alone in the viewing gallery with not a single word exchange between the two of you ever since sitting down on the bench. 

You should say something. He should say something. It's the best time after all, without the presence of strangers and prying eyes. 

But for some reason, even though none of you speak a single word, you've never been more comfortable and you've never felt more closely connected to Bakugo. 

Love doesn't have to be explosive. 

You shudder slightly from the cold gale of the air-conditioning as you stare at the fishes and the manta rays, your weight gradually slipping from beneath you as the phantom waves nudge against you before pulling you along. You drift senselessly and meaninglessly in The Great Blue like the aquatic life does, their pace slow and languid as if they have all the time in the world.

But they actually do not have all the time in the world, and that's because they have never measured time in the first place. Man alone measures time, from counting the rough hours of the day with a sundial and to counting the precise seconds of an hour with atomic clocks. And because of this, man alone suffers a paralysing fear no other creatures suffer—a fear of time running out.

How long has it been? You wonder if it's already been 45 minutes, or more, or less, and take out your phone to check. The clock on your phone tells you that there is only a minute before the aquarium closes and your heart slumps, dejected. You want more time. 

You tuck your phone into your pocket and place your hand onto the bench. And like a cliche plot point straight out of a sappy romance drama that you watch just to kill some time, the tips of your fingers barely brushes past Bakugo's fingers and you freeze, heart stopping from the slightest of skin contact. 

Bakugo turns his head towards you as you raise your head to meet his slowly widening eyes. And for the last few seconds, serenaded by the lull of the artificial ocean waves, the two of you stare at each other, breaths hitched in throats. 

Neither of you get a word out for the aquarium's staff starts escorting the two of you out and once you're back on the sidewalk, you swear inwardly and turn towards Bakugo. 

"That was short." You mumble before you scrunch up your face. "Sorry."

"I still enjoyed it." Bakugo smiles warmly at you. "It was calming. Very therapeutic, actually. I feel like all my stress from hero work evaporated while I was in there. You have good taste for date ideas." 

"Pfft." You snort with a sheepish smile. "You give me too much credit even though I messed up. When I plan future dates, I'm going to check everything properly next time." 

Bakugo's eyes sparkle with a glimmer of excitement. "So you're saying there is a future date?" 

"Well, yea." You tilt your head at him before you laugh lightly and poke his shoulder with a finger. "I'm in love with you and you're in love with me, so that naturally means more dates?" 

For the very first time, the faintest hint of a blush seeps into Bakugo's cheeks as he looks away with a giddy smile. You gasp out loud and laugh again, enamoured by such a reaction from the explosive pro hero. 

"I'd love that." Bakugo mumbles softly, eyes curving into impossible crescents. His stomach rumbles loudly and suddenly, breaking the tender moment and you laugh again for the third time in a row. Bakugo just groans, now flustered with embarrassment as he slaps a hand onto his stomach as if telling it to shut up. 

"Let's grab dinner." You say with a grin and before you even know it, you grab Bakugo's hand with yours, the sudden rush of warmth melting away every single instance of corporate fatigue clinging onto your bones. You brush a thumb over his palm riddled with scars, tracing over every imperfection like it was meant for you to admire. 

Bakugo looks at you with wide eyes, startled by the sudden kiss of your skin against his before his gaze softens and he nods, long fingers gradually wrapping around your palm perfectly like it was meant for him to hold. 

a/n: this entire chapter was not in the original drafts. it took me quite awhile to write, particularly the aquarium scene, because i wanted to convey the environment as accurately as possible. i actually considered going to the aquarium myself and just sit there to really put myself in their shoes but because i'm flying again soon, i don't have free time and i didn't want to prolong the update so i resorted to watching ocean documentaries instead.

have you ever stood to watch the fishes in an aquarium? personally to me, i've always felt like time doesn't exist with how slow they're moving sometimes. but time does exist for us and we're still limited by it, just like how the two of them only have around 45 minutes for the aquarium.

the jellyfish scene is a callback to what bakugo thinks of reader not wanting to step out of the comfort zone in the previous part.

taglist: @butterflyeras-blog

You know that it was definitely unintentional. Bakugo would not deliberately destroy your personal belongings no matter how much of temper he has. But your glasses are now completely wrecked, the lens shattered and the frame dented, and you have no idea how you're going to survive without your glasses. You squint at him, trying to make head and tails of his wavering facial features in your vision. 

"Wow, you're kinda blurry." You blurt out and Bakugo snorts quietly, hands still raised in the air. "But seriously, Katsuki Bakugo. What am I going to do now?" 

"I'll pay." Bakugo offers immediately, the raw panic hidden underneath the layers of his voice. "A-And I'll guide you around until you get a new pair." 

You fold your arms over your chest, looking thoroughly unimpressed. 

"Uhm." Bakugo coughs awkwardly before he lowers his hands and slowly sinks to his knees in front of you, raising his head meekly.

You start tapping your foot against the ground repeatedly, still thoroughly unimpressed. "And?"

Bakugo fidgets restlessly in his spot before he finally vomits out the apology. "… Sorry."

You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose before you rest a hand on his head, ruffling his spiky blonde hair. Bakugo makes a sound akin to a soft whimper of a kicked puppy.

"Forgiven." You murmur. "We're going to optometrist right now."

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For the rest of the week until your new glasses are ready, Bakugo guides you all over the campus with your hand in his as he barks at anyone that dares to obstruct your way. 

Ojiro is kind enough to switch seats with you during class so you're closer to the front of the classroom and you don't have to squint as much to see what is being written on the blackboard. Naturally, Bakugo is peeved that you're sitting away from him because he wants to be as close to you as possible and grumbles faintly under his breath but when you remind him about how he's the reason you have to sit at the front of the class, he zips his lips shut immediately. 

You're not one to guilt trip people, not when it's your boyfriend who unintentionally broke your glasses, so you never raise the topic of how he sat on your glasses afterwards. However, the Bakugo Squad cannot stop talking about it, constantly bursting into laughter whenever one of them mentions it. It soon turns into a running joke of Bakugo has a fat ass and no matter how much Bakugo yells, the Squad does not let it go. You can feel it from Bakugo without needing to see it—the frustration and irritation building up from the constant teasing.

The bell rings, signifying the end of the school day as the class starts packing up. The Bakugo Squad gathers around and once again, Sero starts with an opener and Kaminari builds on it, inevitably leading to the same old joke again. You're just as sick of it as Bakugo is and decide to take matters into your own hands as you stride towards the group and slam a hand onto the desk, a deafening thwack resounding throughout the classroom and killing the laughter bubbling into the throats of the two. Bakugo just stares at you with wide eyes. 

"Make that stupid 'joke' one more time and I'm going to put your head in the gutter." You utter in a low and frigid voice, hardening your glare. "It's not funny. Come up with better jokes." 

Kirishima whistles, breaking the tense silence. "Damn, Y/N, you're even more scary without your glasses."

Sero and Kaminari merely hang their head low, mumbling a quiet apology.

"I should take it off more often in the future then." You snort as you take Bakugo's hand and start dragging him away, tossing Sero and Kaminari a final warning glare. The moment you're out of the classroom and in the hallway, you turn to look up at Bakugo, your irritation melting away. "You okay?" 

"Yea." Bakugo mutters before he huffs. "So they listen to you, but not me." 

"They've poked at your boundaries too many times until they're comfortable with it." You reply, leading Bakugo back towards the dorm as well as you can with your blurry vision. "I think you should start getting angry at them." 

"I was angry though." Bakugo protests feebly before he pulls you back and takes the lead. 

"Get even angrier then." You utter dryly. "Or don't. I'll set them straight and put them in their rightful place." 

You hear a quiet snort from Bakugo in response. The hallway is filled with the chatter of students from other classes, yet the only thing you really hear is Bakugo's placid voice talking about all the homework that has been dumped onto the class just this afternoon. You don't say anything, only interjecting with a hum or two, then once Bakugo is done, you start talking about how training has been getting more and more hellish and Bakugo stays silent this time as he listens to you.

Sometimes it's an even push and pull when it comes to you and Bakugo, the equilibrium giving rise to an unparalleled chemistry between the two of you, and sometimes it isn't with how meek Bakugo becomes when he's around you.

"Y/N." Bakugo utters suddenly in such a serious voice as he continues to look forward, his hand squeezing yours slightly. He navigates through the crowd of students eager to get back to their dorms expertly. "You know that there are rumours about you floating around U.A right?"

You raise your eyebrow, surprised because it's the first time you're hearing this piece of news and even more surprised because you didn't think that Bakugo would entertain rumours. The din of the rowdy crowd fades into nothingness as Bakugo falls into step beside you on the sidewalk, his cautious gaze drifting towards your face illuminated by strips of gold. "What kind of rumours?"

"That you're changing." Bakugo's head snaps forward as if unable to look at you anymore, his voice softening into a quiet listless mumble. "Getting more angry and temperamental because of me."

You frown as your pace comes to an abrupt stop, unmoving. Bakugo turns around immediately when he realises you've stopped, a flicker of shock brushing past his face and his hand still holding your outstretched hand. 

You sigh loudly, peeved at the thought of such rumours floating around that would cause that kind of guilt to brew in Bakugo's glistening ruby eyes before you beckon at Bakugo with your free hand. "Come here." You demand in a soft yet authoritative voice.

Bakugo obeys you without another word, closing the gap spanning ad infinitum in between the two of you with a few strides. He towers over you, gazing at you with such a cautious look that makes you curl your fingers into tight fists. You tip your toes slightly and peck him lightly on the lips before your frown hardens.

Bakugo blinks, raising a hand to touch his lips. 

"I've always been this angry or temperamental or whatever they say." You utter quietly. "I've just never been vocal about it because my glare is enough. So don't beat yourself up and stop listening to whatever those idiots are saying."

"I wasn't beatin' myself up." Bakugo mutters, squeezing your hand again. "Just… pointing it out."

"You wouldn't point it out if it didn't bother you." You snort lightly. "If anything, I'm the one who changed you with how you act like a kicked puppy sometimes."

Bakugo inhales a sharp gasp, suddenly looking thoroughly offended as he squints at you. "I do not act like a kicked puppy. Stop saying that kind of shit."

You don't bother voicing out a reply, letting a gleeful and satisfied grin tug on your lips as you watch the silver of hesitation flickering past Bakugo's eyes when he looks away and slowly comes to the realisation that he does indeed, act like a kicked puppy around you in private when all it takes is a look from you to force him onto his knees for an apology. 

Your phone vibrates in your pocket and you fish it out with your free hand, swiping on the lock screen of a blurry candid photo of Bakugo at night before you open the text from the optometrist, informing you that your new glasses are ready for pickup anytime. You show the text to Bakugo before pocketing your phone and smiling warmly at him. "Lead the way for me, my puppy."

"Stop calling me that." Bakugo lets out a resigned groan though he does exactly what you say as he turns around and starts leading you towards the entrance of the U.A campus, flustered eyes occasionally flickering towards you as if making sure that you're still following him.

You cackle softly, giving his hand a comforting and reassuring squeeze as you follow after him, pleased that you're probably the only person in the entire world who can draw out and see such a side of Katsuki Bakugo.

a/n: i have no idea why i wrote this. maybe i was on crack or something

The first time it happened, Bakugo was ranting to you angrily one day about his work stuff, shaking a fist in the air and in front of your face while he lies down on your lap for head scratches. He was really annoyed this time, jaw clenched tightly and swear words being hissed through gnashed teeth. "I swear they can't do anything when I'm not around!" 

And then, with the quietest and faintest pops that overpowers the television where your sappy romance drama is currently playing, radiant apricot sparkles burst to life around Bakugo. You blink, startled by the sudden brightness that flashbangs your eyes. Bakugo falls silent and slaps a hand onto his face before he peeks one eye up at you. 

"Kats, was that—"

"Do not. Say a word." 

A sound of amusement leaves your throat as you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to not laugh. Finally, you inhale a deep breath to calm your tickled nerves and smile down at him. "It was pretty." 

Bakugo just blushes furiously as he starts mumbling under his breath about how 'it was nothing' and that you're 'being stupid'. 

You poke his cheek before you pinch it. "Can you do it again?" 

"What? No." Bakugo denies you flatly and firmly. He looks away with a huff. 

You click your tongue the same way he always does and sinks into the couch, lifting your hand off his head. Bakugo gasps, mouth agape, at the lack of head scratches like it's the most ludicrous and preposterous thing you could have ever done. "Tch. Guess you're not capable after all." 

Bakugo falls for your bait easily as he immediately sits up, glaring at you harmlessly. "I am capable! What the hell are you talking about, woman?!"

Lustrous sparkles with a beautiful fire ombre explodes in the air, fanning a soft wave of soothing heat towards you. 

"Of course you are." You offer Bakugo a smile and a pat on his cheek before you get up and move to the kitchen, leaving Bakugo aghast at your bait. 

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"You're nervous." You remind Bakugo in a slightly raspy voice as you lie on the hospital bed, hooked up to various needles and hospital equipment. 

"I'm not nervous." Bakugo mutters as he continues pacing around the ward like a restless tiger cooped up in a cage. The tiniest bit of his quirk which you started calling sparkles and glitter fizzles into existence wherever he walks. "No, no, I'm not nervous at all…" 

You laugh lightly, leaning into your hospital bed as you continue to watch Bakugo pace round and round in a shower of orange glitter like he is Tinkerbell. You wonder how he hasn't gotten giddy yet and chuckle quietly as you place a hand on your belly round with his child. 

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"Papa, papa!"

Your daughter takes off running towards Bakugo as quickly as her small feet can carry her. You close the front door behind you and lock it with a soft smile, watching as Bakugo kneels down with a fatherly smile to hug your daughter, partially clad in his hero gear for his shift later on. 

"Rascal." Bakugo murmurs quietly in that delicate voice he reserves only for the two of you, ruffling your daughter's hair with all the affection he has. "How was school today huh?" 

"It was fun!" Your daughter says happily as you amble towards the two of them, the content smile never falling from your lips. "Everyone talked about their papas today!"

"Ho?" Bakugo's crimson eyes lights up as he leans in, intrigued. "What did you say about me?" 

"I told everyone that you're a fairy!" Your daughter puffs out her cheeks, clearly proud of the fact that her father is a 'fairy'. You raise a hand to cover your mouth before you look away, stifling your laughter as much as you can. 

The colour drains from Bakugo's cheeks before he forces out a shaky smile and clears his throat. "W-Why did you say that?" He utters as casually as possible, the look of raw horror evident in his wide eyes. 

"Because there's always orange sparkles and glitter everywhere you go!" Your daughter beams happily before she tugs on Bakugo's hand excitedly. "Papa, I want to see your sparkles and glitter again!"

Bakugo looks at you for help with pleading eyes. You just laugh while your daughter starts chanting sparkles and glitter over and over. 

"Fine, fine." Bakugo gives up with a quiet and resigned groan before he squeezes his eyes shut. You watch how he scrunches up his face, mustering enough intensity for a single emotion before the tiniest orange sparkles pops all around him and elicits a loud squeal of excitement from your daughter. 

"Yay! Papa is the best!" Your daughter declares joyfully before throwing herself into Bakugo's arms for a hug. Bakugo catches her easily and scoops her off the floor before he ambles towards you with an awkward smile and plants a kiss on your cheek. 

"You should change your hero title to Sparkle Hero." You tease, watching as Bakugo gasps indignantly before he glares harmlessly at you. 

"Absolutely not." He murmurs, pecking you on the lips. 

You giggle softly, knowing that from how red the tip of his ears have become, he actually would consider changing his hero title if it makes yours and his daughter the happiest child in the world. 

a/n: wasn't going to post anything today but i kept seeing tweets of how bakugo sparkled like tinkerbell when he got annoyed in episode 170+1 'more' so i wrote this in like 30 minutes.

"It was okay." You offer Bakugo a small smile as your gaze trails all over the interior of your apartment, now spick and span without a single dust particle in sight. "You cleaned the apartment?"

"Mhmm." Bakugo answers with a hum, pleased that you've noticed his hard work. He gestures at the neat apartment with a hand. "Deep cleaned the entire place. Good use of my rest day."

You grow relieved knowing that the chores are done for the day and you can relax without needing to worry about anything. Bakugo grasps your hand and gazes at you fondly. "I want to bring you out tonight. Are you up for it, or would you prefer to rest at home?"

You ponder about it. The two of you barely go out these days, swamped with work and other commitments. You can't even remember when was the last time you went on a date with Bakugo.

"I'm fine. Where do you wanna go?" You ask with a small giggle, giddy at the thought of spending a romantic night with the love of your life. Bakugo reciprocates your enthusiasm with a grin as he hums, thinking.

"What about that fancy bar by the waterfront?" Bakugo asks and your eyes light up, recalling the glitz and glamour of the bar when the two of you were strolling along the waterfront the other day. You remarked that the bar seemed like a nice place for date night and Bakugo hummed in agreement, hand grasping yours firmly. Your gaze softens as you think about how Bakugo still remembers everything you say, always paying a great amount of attention to you.

"Sounds good. Let me get changed first." You reply, gesturing at your work attire. You peck Bakugo on the cheek lightly and amble into the shared bedroom, rummaging through the closet for an outfit suitable for date night. You find the outfit you're looking for and turn around to find Bakugo sitting on the bed, gazing expectantly at you.

You're not a stranger to changing brazenly in front of Bakugo and you certainly do not mind putting on a show for him. But you're feeling slightly mischievous today and decide to tease him lightly as you curve your lips into a pout of faux hesitation. "Kats, can you leave the room? I want to change."

Bakugo raises an eyebrow at you and you can see the exact moment when meaning of your words finally clicks in his head, his frown deepening to the point where his eyebrows might fall off. "What?" He utters, sounding extremely offended and you resist the temptation to laugh. "What did you just say?"

"I want to change." You say as innocently as you can, trying to swallow the laughter down as you gesture at the bedroom door. "So uh, can you leave?"

"Woah, woah, hold on. You're asking me to leave when you're changing?" Bakugo barks quietly as he hops off the bed and towers over you in an instant. He looks at you up and down before he tilts his head, the look of bewilderment in his eyes so amusing it's getting harder for you to contain your laughter. "Why do you want me to leave?"

"Because I want to change my clothes, duh." You roll your eyes like it's the dumbest question he could have ever asked in his entire lifetime. You stalk towards him and grab his hand before attempting to shove him past the door and out of the room. "So I need you to— ugh, leave right now!"

"What? No!" Bakugo shouts as he grabs the doorframe like his life depends on it, biceps tensing and muscles bulging. You continue pushing against Bakugo, even turning your back onto him so you can get a better angle but with how much you're trying to stifle your bubbling laughter, you barely manage to nudge him an single inch. "Sweets, do not make me leave! I refuse!"

"I need my privacy!" You yelp, your pushes growing weaker and weaker. Bakugo continues to retaliate with the sturdiness of a brick wall, a terrified yelp leaving his lips.

"We're at home! You do not need privacy when you're around me!" Bakugo shouts as you turn around only to see the desperation swimming in his crimson eyes as he continues to hold onto the doorframe for dear life, chest rising and falling rapidly and jaw hanging wide open. He looks so confused and lost by your sudden insistence that tears down your guise completely and you're unable to keep the act up anymore. "Baby, I've seen you in your underwear, in your lingerie and completely naked when we're having sexy time! Why are you insisting that I leave so you can change your clothes?!"

You inhale a sharp breath before you burst into guffaws, clutching your side because never in your whole life have you ever heard Bakugo use the term sexy time. Bakugo just looks at you, the confusion never fading. You take one look at him and laugh again.

"It was a prank, baby." You giggle lightly before planting a soft peck on Bakugo's lips. "I wanted to see how you would react. You're a real drama queen."

Bakugo scrunches up his face before he huffs and kisses you roughly. "Goddammit. You and your damned pranks will be the end of me, I swear."

"I'm sorry~" You coo, patting his cheek lightly to placate him even further. Bakugo just rolls his eyes at you before he straightens his back and takes your hand, pulling you towards the edge of the bed. He plops down onto the bed, manspreading with his legs planted on the floor and his hands resting on the mattress behind him as he looks up at you with a smirk.

"If you're really sorry, put on a show for me then." Bakugo licks his lips, his ravenous gaze burning hotter than the sun.

a/n: working on after dark part 3 so for now, have all these old oneshots that i cleaned up.

It is a night like any other, the boys having gathered in the common room. A upbeat pop song blares in the background as chips are passed around, the room smelling faintly of sharp soap and minty deodorant. Bakugo barks at everyone as usual, hands dug into his pockets with the scowl permanently plastered onto his face before he falls silent as your shouts echoes throughout the dorm.

"Katsuki! Katsuki Bakugo! Where the fuck are you?!"

The boys turn to look at Bakugo immediately who stiffens, his scowl deepening even more. No one manages to get a word out when the door of the common room flies open from your forceful kick, swinging with such momentum before it smashes against the wall with a loud thwack. Everyone flinches except Bakugo since he has grown used to your roughness as much as you have grown used to his violence.

"Fucking hell! If you leave your damned wet towel in my room on my bed again, I'm going to kill you for real." You snap, glaring daggers right at Bakugo before you curl your fingers around his wet towel that you had to pick off your bed and hurl it squarely at his face. Bakugo catches his towel effortlessly before he scoffs arrogantly at you.

"Fucking try me, idiot." Bakugo snaps, his stature imposing as he straightens out his slouch. "If you can leave your prissy makeup shit in my room and your stupid lipstick stains all over my clothes then I can leave my stuff in your room too!"

"Woah, wait a minute, that doesn't sound right." Kaminari raises both hands with a frown before he strokes his chin. "Did the two of you make out or something?"

"SHUT UP!" The two of you roar in unison before you resume glaring daggers at Bakugo, the tension palpable yet harmless and familiar because you've been through this multiple times and you know Bakugo would actually never lay a hand on you. You flip Bakugo off and he does the same before you storm off back to your room.

Bakugo kicks the door shut with his foot, swearing faintly under his breath. He turns around and sees all of the guys staring at him suspiciously. "The fuck are you guys lookin' at me like that for?"

"Don't you think it's a bit strange?" Sero hums, stoking the fire before his lips curve into a sly grin. "Bakubro, she is the only person that can call you by your full name and get away with it."

"So? It doesn't prove anything." Bakugo mutters as he flops onto the couch with a click of his tongue, his towel now slung around his neck.

"It proves a lot, actually. It means Y/N has special privileges." Kirishima quips up with a manly grin before he wiggles his eyebrows. "We've all tried calling you by your full name but we just get a fistful of explosions right in our face."

"I think you might be what they called biased, Bakugo." Tokoyami interjects with an oddly serious expression on his face. "Or maybe even in love—"

"Oh shut up, you idiots! It's nothing like that!" Bakugo leaps off the couch with a furious howl, miniature explosions crackling. "Fuck, if you guys have nothing better to talk about, I'm leavin'!"

And with that, Bakugo storms out of the common room, muttering furiously under his breath because he certainly does not give you any kind of special privileges. He definitely does not get all heated and pissy on the inside whenever you focus your attention on another guy and he definitely does not think of blowing up any random male extras you talk to so you can never talk to them ever again. At the end of the day, you are just his mortal enemy and one that he finds a joy in riling up.

Right?

The bedroom floor of the dorm is silent and peaceful at this time of the night, the occupants all gathered in the first floor to hang out and relax except Bakugo and you. The former strides into his room and flops onto the bed, squeezing his eyes shut as he tries to brush the mental images of you conjured by his brain out of his head. Even behind closed eyelids, all Bakugo sees is the twitch of your angry lips and the colour of your wide eyes brimming with rage, your furious voice turning melodic in his ears.

Bakugo can't get enough of you and your hot-tempered ass.

He would have fallen asleep right there and then if not for your voice suddenly thundering in your room next to his as you belt out several high pitched notes at the top of your lungs, the muffled music serving as your stage. Bakugo sits up immediately, his frown deepening as he listens to you sing, though somewhat off-key. With an irritated scowl, Bakugo gets off his bed and ambles towards the wall separating your room from his and bangs a tight fist onto it, silencing your voice immediately.

"Bitch, shut up!" Bakugo shouts. "I'm trying to rest while you're out here being a public nuisance!"

"Hah?!" Bakugo can hear the annoyance in your voice before the wall rattles as you bang on it from your room. "It's still early so I can do whatever the hell I want! If you're that sensitive then go plug your ears with wax or something!"

"I wouldn't mind if your singing is actually good!" Bakugo shouts back, banging on the wall again. It's a miracle that the poor wall remains standing considering how many times it has been punched and kicked by the two of you. "But you suck at it just like how you suck at everything else!"

"Says the one who scored lower than me on the mathematics test during mid-terms! You were all talk but no brains!"

Bakugo's eyebrow twitches furiously as he grits his teeth. Mid-terms happened weeks ago yet you continue to bring it up every chance you get. "You only beat me by one mark!"

"So? Doesn't change the fact that you scored lower than me, idiot!"

And with that, you go back to belting at the top of your lungs, your pitch even more off-key than before as if on purpose. Bakugo bites on the inside of his cheek furiously as he stares at the wall, that wall, before he makes a decision of a lifetime and barges into your room. It doesn't take him long since your room is right next to his after all and you don't even blink at his sudden intrusion as you narrow your glare at him, too used to him barging in whenever he feels like it.

"Hmph. Can't get enough of me?" You retort sarcastically as you sit on the edge of your bed, music continuing to blast from your phone at maximum volume.

Bakugo doesn't say anything. He just shuts the door with such a quiet force, you're suddenly unnerved by his presence. He stalks towards you and towers over you in an instant, broad frame blocking out the light. "Turn that shit off." He finally breathes, glare more than murderous.

"Nope." You pop you lips before it curves into a sly smirk. You subtly trace Bakugo's figure, gaze raking over the scar underneath his eye and every dip and curve of his hulking muscles. "My room, my rules."

Bakugo stares at you for a few seconds before he mirrors your smirk. Within seconds, his hand reaches out to turn off the music before he grabs your nape, forcing your head towards him. He crashes his lips onto yours, an explosive pressure unlike any other engulfing you in an instant.

It's too much and too sudden, Bakugo's force pushing you onto your back on the your bed. You paw at him helplessly and shove against his sculpted chest, but he doesn't let you go until he has gotten his fair share of your taste. You splutter and heave the moment Bakugo lifts his lips off yours, a thin line of saliva separating the two of you as you gulp down fresh air.

"You're fucking crazy." You choke out, wiping your lips with one hand, heart racing a million miles an hour.

"Thought you knew that already." Bakugo hums airily, an annoying smirk dancing on your lips that you think of hacking off with your own bare hands. His arms bracket your head, half of his body weight resting on you and caging you in. His heat is unmistakable and so familiar, swirling around you like tendrils of smoke as he takes your limp hand and bites on your finger unceremoniously, forcing a hiss out of you as you try pulling your hand back from him.

Unfortunately, Bakugo's grip strength is unbeatable and your hand remains at the mercy of his teeth.

"You said your room, your rules, right?" Bakugo muses before his annoying smirk turns wolfish. "But you're mine, so I'll play by my own rules."

"What?" You scoff before yelping before Bakugo bites down on your finger again, gnawing on it like a dog enjoying its bone. "Since when was I yours, idiot?"

"The moment you challenged me like you don't know what fear is." Bakugo breathes, the glint in his eyes turning oddly possessive and feral as he leans downwards to nip your neck softly, holding on your wrist with a force capable of snapping it into half. "No one has ever looked me squarely in my eyes and told me to fuck off."

"Everyone else is just—" You squirm underneath Bakugo, trying to hide the desperation swimming in your eyes. "— a bunch of cowards."

You've always known that Bakugo is explosive and incredibly loud, but there's something even more terrifying when his voice quietens down into a breathy whisper, his crimson eyes glimmering with possession.

"See? That's what I like about you. You talk and actually act on it." Bakugo grins like a madman before he lets go of your wrist and grips your chin, forcing you to look straight up at him.

"You're mine, get it?" Bakugo whispers, his deep voice carrying a sin heavier than the devil's before he lets out a sigh of content and lowers his body onto yours, burying his face into the crook of your neck as he starts chanting the word mine beside your ear in an incredibly soft and alluring voice.

You stiffen, unsure of where to put your hands, the finger that was Bakugo's bone tingling and coated in saliva. You could push him off and tell him to stop. But you don't, because there is no one else in the entirety of U.A that can match your brain and your brawn, only Katsuki Bakugo, and you realise that you'd beat the crap out of any other girl that would even try their luck with him.

You fist Bakugo's blonde hair with a palm and tilt your lips towards his ear. "You're mine too, Katsuki Bakugo." You breathe possessively, giddy with a sudden surge of euphoria.

Bakugo groans deeply into your neck, hands moving towards your waist and kneading your skin before he opens his mouth and bites down on your bare skin.

"Is it true?" Bakugo repeats in a slower voice, punctuating each word with a venom of accusation. 

"… Katsuki, I don't get it." You finally muster the courage to whisper your confusion as you slowly sit up as if you're tip-toeing around a sleeping predator. "What are you referring to?" 

Bakugo just inhales a large and deep breath, squeezing his curled fingers so tight his knuckles are turning a frightening shade of ghost white. "There are rumours that you're cheating on me with a guy from the business course." 

You frown in disbelief and incredulity, unaware that such a ridiculous rumour is circulating around U.A until now. "Why the hell would I do that?"

"So you're denying it?" Bakugo utters, his voice firm as his frown thickens. 

"Yes, because it's not true in the first place." You bite, a silver of frustration creeping past your bones and into your system. "First of all, I don't know anyone from the business course. Second of all, I don't have the time to slip out to meet some random idiot. And lastly, cheating on you is the stupidest idea ever. Whoever does that is just asking to be blown up by you." 

You think it might have been a trick of the light, but you swear you see the slightest curve of a smirk tugging on the corners of Bakugo's lips. The two of you stare at each other in thick palpable silence, neither backing down, as Bakugo's eyes flicker all over your face as if scrutinising every single one of your facial details before he finally breaks the tension. 

"You're wrong about the third point." Bakugo says slowly, his shoulders gradually slumping as the rigidness leaves his body. "No one else can cheat on me when I'm only going to be dating you for the rest of my life." 

You blink, puzzled, before it finally hits you and you snort lightly, sinking back down onto your bed. "Goddammit, Katsuki, you scared the hell out of me. Was it a test or some other shit?" 

"No. The rumours are real." Bakugo huffs as he ambles towards you and sits on your bed, turning to face you as he studies your face carefully. "You didn't hear about it?" 

"I didn't." You shake your head before you frown, trying to put the pieces together. "Sounds awfully convenient that you're the only one who heard the rumours."

"Hmph." Bakugo crosses his arms across his chest, a low growl rumbling in his chest. "The moment I figure out the source of the rumours, I'm going to kill them." 

"I'll join you." You utter dryly before you sigh and lie down, resting your head on Bakugo's lap as you stretch your limbs. Bakugo remains unfazed as his hand automatically moves to stroke your head and you think about how Bakugo somehow managed to keep his temper under control despite being the literal explosive guy of U.A. 

"Thanks." You mumble, staring up at his chiselled jawline as you continue lying on his lap. 

Bakugo looks down at you. "What for?" 

"For… clarifying with me about it instead of blindly believing it, I guess." You squeeze your eyes shut with a shudder, suddenly afraid as you think about what might happen if Bakugo genuinely believed those rumours. 

Bakugo makes a sound of annoyance though his gaze lingering on you softens slightly. "Dumbass. That's the basics of any relationship." 

You smile, any wavering of trust sealed away by his curt and brief affirmations. Even if Bakugo never says it directly, you're soothed knowing that he trusts you instead of blindly following rumours that sully your name. 

"Hi." You greet with a soft smile, sweater paw resting on the doorknob and Bakugo swears his fragile heart is about to explode again. "Welcome home." 

Bakugo just stares like he's hypnotised, his eyes never leaving you as he continuously looks at you up and down while entering the apartment, kicking off his boots and locking the front door. You tilt your head, wondering why Bakugo looks so dazed as he stares at you with parted lips and without a blink. 

The head tilt kills Bakugo immediately as he inhales a shaky breath. Before you can even ask him anything, Bakugo scoops you up into his arms effortlessly and practically sprints towards the bedroom. 

"Kats?!" You shout, startled by his sudden actions before you're tossed onto the bed gently, warm golden light engulfing the bedroom and Bakugo just lies down on top of you, his arms encircling your waist immediately while he starts peppering loving kisses all over your cheeks and lips. You squeal, ticklish all over before you slap both of his cheeks lightly and force him to stare at you. "Did something happen today? Why are you so touchy?" 

"I think I'm in love with you." Bakugo pants as he stares at you through wide eyes, his cheeks just as red as his eyes.

You pout, squishing his cheeks lightly and Bakugo swears he has died once more. You shift your legs underneath him and so does Bakugo until the two of you are entangled in the sheets. "You only think that now when we've been dating for years?" 

"No, like—" Bakugo raises a hand to clutch at his frantically racing heart that could burst out of his ribcage at any moment. "I think I fell in love with you all over again." 

"But I didn't do anything." You blink at him and a strangled sound rips straight out of Bakugo's chest.

"You don't have to do anything when you're this cute." Bakugo utters before he nibbles on your cheek with his lips softly, intertwining his fingers with yours underneath the sleeve of his hoodie that is clearly too long for you. "God, I want to eat you so bad." 

"Nooo… Don't eat me." You whine softly before you giggle and blink your eyes, eyelashes fluttering. Bakugo squeezes your hand abruptly, eyes raking over you underneath him and how your hair is splayed out across the bed like billowing waves. 

How many times has Bakugo died from your cuteness by now? Perhaps this is his cardinal punishment, a ritual of atonement for all the grave sins he has committed like snacking in the pantry at 3AM in the morning and not resetting the weights at his agency's gym whenever he is done with his workout. With a resigned groan, Bakugo lowers his head and starts biting your cheek with his teeth this time like he genuinely wants to devour you. 

"Kats, you're going to leave your teeth marks on my face." You mumble, his teeth scraping against your skin. 

"Then everyone will know you belong to me." Bakugo murmurs in response though he goes back to using his lips. You snort quietly, letting him nibble on you to his heart's content before he finally lets go and straightens his back, planting his knees onto the bed firmly. He grins playfully at you and pulls you straight onto his lap without even a stutter in his breath, burying his face into the crook of your neck as you dangle your arms over his shoulder. 

"You smell good." Bakugo mumbles, voice muffled before he lifts his head and kisses you suddenly, his tongue swiping over your lower lip for a split second. "Taste good too. Is it that strawberry lip balm you asked me to buy the other time?" 

You hum with a nod of your head, smacking your lips and Bakugo smirks, proud that he was able to identify it so easily. He looks down at his hoodie that you're wearing and looks back up at you. "Why did you suddenly decide to wear my clothes today?" 

"It was cold." You mumble, eyes suddenly darting away as you twiddle with a strand of loose hair. "A-And I missed you and your hoodie smells like you, so…" 

The thought of you curling up in his clothes just because you were missing him forces Bakugo's brain to shut down. He just stares at you again, mouth agape and cheeks turning impossibly red and he doesn't register just how much he is sweating, be it from the layers he has yet to strip or the heater in the room or just you. 

And he makes an ultimatum. One so easy to decide and conclude, it only took him a couple of seconds once his brain restarted. 

"I'm taking the day off tomorrow." Bakugo declares boldly like it's a presidential decree. "And we're going to cuddle all day. I'm going to hold you like this—" His hand slides over your waist possessively, forcing your heart to flutter. "— And you're never going to leave my grasp for the entire day." 

"Okay." You giggle, elated at the thought of cuddling with Bakugo, your personal teddy bear and portable heater, for the entire day. "There's this movie I want to watch too. Are you okay with it?"

"I'm going to watch you. You're better than any other movie." Bakugo pecks your cheek softly and you laugh again, enamoured by such cheesy words spilling from him.

"No." You deadpan as Bakugo smacks himself into your palm. He hisses and finally straightens his back, glaring knives instead of daggers at you this time. "You're sweaty."

"And?" Bakugo retorts sarcastically with an irritated huff. "You act like we've never hugged after training together."

"Difference is that I'm clean and nice now after a shower." You pat your skin as if trying to prove your point that flies straight over Bakugo's head. "So no. No hugs until you're clean."

"But I want. A hug." Bakugo retaliates with the obstinacy of a 5 year old before he narrows his eyes and attempts to grab you. "Seriously. Give me a hug now."

You dodge immediately, scrambling to the other side of your bed before you toss Bakugo the deadliest glare you can muster. "No!" You shout, wagging a finger at Bakugo like he is a bad puppy. "I said no hugs until you're clean. Why do you even need a hug like right now? Can't you wait?"

Bakugo sulks at you and plops onto the ground of your bedroom, knees raised, mumbling furiously under his breath. You squint before leaning in closer towards him, trying to make out whatever the hell he just grumbled to no avail. "Say that again?"

"Because—!" Bakugo's voice rises into a shout full of frustration before he growls and buries his face into his hands.

You sigh quietly because Bakugo always has this problem of refusing to spill his insecurities even if it kills him from the inside due to his severely inflated pride and ego. You nudge Bakugo slightly with a hand, trying to coax it out of him. "C'mon, Suki. You can tell me about it."

Bakugo's sulk directed at you dulls into a pout, his lower lip quivering furiously before he finally spills it. "… I almost lost to that half-and-half bastard."

You raise an eyebrow, your brain cycling through your mental dictionary of nicknames Bakugo assigns to everyone before it finally clicks that he is talking about Shoto Todoroki who is probably one of the strongest in the class alongside Bakugo.

"But you beat him in the end, right?" You say slowly, carefully studying Bakugo's expression which morphs into one of plain annoyance, teeth gnashed together.

"It's not the same." Bakugo bites harmlessly, curling his fingers into fists so tightly his knuckles turn white. You nod your head in understanding since this isn't first time you've experienced Bakugo's inherent need for flawless victories because to him, a true hero only achieves perfect victories.

You can't really nudge him out of this mindset no matter what you say and can only offer him comfort as the only person who truly understands why he acts this way. But then again, you really don't want his sweat to rub off on you. "How about a kiss, hm? Then I'll hug you all you want after you've showered."

"Tch." Bakugo glares at you again, the glare more familiar than intimidating as he doesn't oppose your proposal. You grin and lean in towards him, tapping his jawline with a light finger and he tilts his head towards you. You peck him on the lips lightly and audibly hear his breath hitch in his throat.

"That's it?" Bakugo utters, aggravated. "Gimme another one."

"You're so damned needy." You roll your eyes, yet you make no motion to give him another kiss as if telling him to do it himself.

"Shut up." Bakugo huffs and leans in towards you this time, his lips lingering on yours long than you expected and sealing your breath away, heart fluttering at his passion. You inhale a generous amount of air after Bakugo frees you, watching as he rises from the ground and storms towards the front door, intending to head back to his room for a shower.

"You're welcome." You utter dryly with a cheeky grin, knowing very well that Bakugo is incapable of manipulating his vocal chords to say thank you. The spiky blonde in question pauses by the doorway, his glance shifting towards you over his shoulder.

His lips pucker into a pout unknowingly.

"... Thanks."