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Aftermath

Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Soulmate AU- When You Cry, So Does Your Soulmate

Another restless night, another nightmare that managed to jolt him away from the already restless dreaming he was doing. A drop of sweat dripping down from his brow was less alerting to the smell of burning fabric that was were his fingers had previously been gripping the sheets. A deep and unpleasant sigh escaped his lips as the ash blonde reached over to his nightstand.

He hated it all. He hated how he’s had to keep a towel near his bedside to wipe away his dangerous sweat. Hated how he couldn’t sleep. Hated how the teachers seemed to loom over him now. Hated how the stupid fucking dorm system was because of him. Hated how All Might-

He shook his head, not wanting to get into the bullshit that was being buried deep down within him towards the surface any more than it already was. He told himself that it didn’t matter… that he was fine and this would all go away with time. But it had been a long time since all these events occurred… and he still couldn’t shake it.

The fear that pulsed through him when that burnt guy took him into the portal. The fear of watching the hero he’s idolized since he could talk nearly die because of him. The way his own shit classmates put their own lives on the lines to rescue him from the hell he was trapped in.

And he hated them all for it… they all thought he was useless, huh? That he was weak… that he couldn’t have taken care of himself in that situation!

...and they were right. Every single one of them was right, and the current reality proved it.

Bakugou grinded his teeth, trying to not let the idea sink in further… but it was useless. Much like his own potential and skills, it appeared it wasn’t good enough and no matter how hard he tried, it was no use.

And now with provisional exams next week… he knew that the results would show it. If he couldn’t save himself, or get out of a fight himself… how the hell could he do so for other people?

Before he could continue this little pity party he was throwing for himself, a knock came from his dorm room door. The ash blonde’s eyes widening and his heart pounding at the sound that came from it surprising him. It was nearly three in the morning! Who the hell would be visiting him right now?

He didn’t care if he was honest, seeing as this sudden intrusion might be a good distraction for him. And so, his legs carried him towards the door and his arms wasted no time opening the door to reveal the figure behind the door.

Or at least that’s what he assumed would happen. Instead, he was pushed back a little, a squeezing from his core and the feeling of someone burying their face into his already sweaty tee shirt was enough to send a different emotion through his body.

The locks of (hair color) were enough for the male to know who was here… her appearance looking to also be bed tossed and sleep deprived. And yet, (Name) didn’t speak at all, instead opting to look up at him, her eyes full of tears breaking down her face.

Barely seeable scarlet hues looked at her with a curiosity, the twisting of his heart making him worry about what exactly had made her cry. And while he still wasn’t too certain about this entire soulmate thing… he knew that ever since he found out she was his and only his one true love after the end of term exams, she had tried to move closer to him, but he never wanted it.

But right now at this moment, seeing her so suddenly appear with sadness in her eyes and no words to share for once, the ash blonde could actually feel the bond he shared with her tighten like his every being was screaming for him to reach out and wrap his arms around her as well.

Yet he held back, instead deciding that his words were a much better option. He didn’t want anyone to see him like this after all… not even his destined. But, it appeared it was too late… as she beat him to the first sentence muttered between them.

“Why are you crying, Gou-kun?”

The words in his throat died at that moment, the few words said to him striking him in a way that was unfamiliar to him. And with a guttural cry, he pressed his head against her shoulder as more angry tears started to cascade down his face.

He hadn’t even noticed it… the tears spilling from his eyes this entire time. But then again, after the month he’s had with every night being like this, he must have gotten used to the feeling of water leaking onto his cheeks and the dryness of his throat.

And (Name) had bared with it this long… her previous interactions with the male she knew as her soulmate having always been that he didn’t need her or her help with anything. And she he tried to move past it and ignore the burning in her chest every night since he was returned… but tonight was especially bad.

She couldn’t explain it… but she felt as if tonight, he was really at his lowest. Like the tears held a certain type of sadness that even she had never felt before. And before she knew it, she was outside his door in a flurry of tears that were not her own.

And now… now the soulmate she was sure would never accept her in any form was holding onto her tightly, like she was the only thing keeping him tethered to the realm of stability. It was a shock, but she knew tonight wasn’t about her… and these confusing and fluttering feelings in her chest could be sorted out later.

Gently, (Name) moved her hands up and down his back. The sensation a strange comfort to the male who had already been adverse to touch, but now was sinking into it. His breathing calming down enough to allow him to feel his chest calming down.

“Do you wanna talk?” She asked him, his body stilling against her own.

He didn’t say anything, but from the tears that were building up again in her eyes, she knew what his answer was. So instead, she squirmed out of his grip but kept one hand in his. Her body guiding him back to his bed.

Bakugou wasn’t sure why he wasn’t putting up more of a fight, but maybe it was because he was emotionally exhausted now. And for once it wasn’t because his anger had made him scream his voice dull, but rather from the guilt and self-loathing that had suddenly started to occupy the places pride had once been.

“I-I-” He trembled again as another flow of tears broke from him.

“It’s okay.” (Name) told him, sitting cross-legged next to him on his bed.

The sheets were messy and tossed, a smell of burning sticking to them. She sighed, seeing as he had been taking this all harshly, despite what everyone else had said… even Bakugou was capable of being this low and was as guilty as her of keeping this all to himself until he couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“You don’t have to say anything…” She told him, moving him once more.

Bakugou’s lips quivered as he was gently forced downward, his head resting on something soft and warm. A set of fingers starting to trace through his locks and bring yet another wave of strange comfort to him. The sensation making him feel crazy over how it could make him feel so calm, and like it would be okay in the end.

“You don’t have to say a single thing… just get it out of your system, okay?” She told him, a smile gracing herr lips that he couldn’t see. “I’ll stay right here and do whatever you need me to do. Tonight is about you… and I’m here for you.”

There was a certain sadness in her voice as she muttered the last part, knowing she should have been here for him much earlier… but she couldn’t focus on that right now, not when this moment was occurring now.

And so, the two of you remained like this for the remainder of the night. An abnormally silent Bakugou resting on your legs and (Name) tracing her fingers through his soft locks of ash blonde. And even when he finally did manage to drift back off to sleep, she stayed by him, not knowing if he’d wake up again in a storm of tears.

He didn’t though… and for the first time in weeks… he slept comfortably.

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Bakugou Katsuki:

“He’ll be out for a few minutes, until then you can rest with him in here. When he wakes up, press the button near the railing and a nurse will come and help you out.” The surgeon told you, gesturing to the swollen and sleepy blonde on a bed in the recovery room.

“Thanks doctor. I hope he didn’t give you too much trouble.” You responded, running a hand through Katsuki’s locks, him stirring gently from your touch.

“A bit of swearing when we put the needle in, but then he was out like a light.” The doctor answered you and bowed. You nodded back to him before he left to get ready for his next surgery.

You took a seat next to Bakugou, grabbing your phone and starting to flip through your social media account. It was winter break, meaning all your classmates were out having a wonderful time: shopping, holiday parties, vacations with their families.

You however had been Bakugou’s chosen caretaker when he was informed he needed to get 4 wisdom teeth removed. His parents would try to record him when he woke up, Kirishima would not be able to help without laughing and anyone else was not close enough to Bakugou for him to trust. When he asked you to come with him, you agreed right away.

A hand snagged your free one resting on your leg and you cast your eyes downward to see the wide red eyed boyfriend staring at you in what could only be described as awe.

“You actually came…” He breathed out, seeming to believe you would have actually left him when he needed you.

“Of course I did sweetheart.” You smiled back at him, placing your phone down and pressing the button. “How do you feel Katsuki?”

“My mouth hurts.” he stated, lifting a finger toward his mouth. He appeared to be trying to open his mouth further as well to stick his finger in.

“No no.” You scolded him and he stopped glancing at you in confusion. “Don’t stick your finger in your mouth, your stitches could come undone.”

“They will?” He asked in shock, his hand shooting back down. “You’re so smart.”

You chuckled as a nurse came in and began to go through her check off sheet to dismiss the unusually sweet and calm teen. She clicked her pen and pointed at you.

“You’re his guardian, correct?”

“Yes. I’ll be-”

“Noooo~” Katsuki chimed in, his voice sounding like he knew something you and the nurse didn’t. “(Name)’s my girlfriend.”

“That’s right baby, but you need to be quiet for a minute.” You squeezed his hand and he smiled softly. This anesthesia really was making him act off, wasn't it.

“Continuing on-” The nurse continued. “You received the pain medication already, correct?”

“Yes they are in my bag. The doctor already went over them with me.”

“Good. Bakugou-san.” The nurse turned to address said person, who was currently opening and closing his palms. A look of dissatisfaction on his face as he did so.

“Yessssss?” He trailed off the ‘s’ sound.

“Do you feel ready enough to walk? There’s a car waiting to take you back home outside.”

“Yeah. I can walk!” He shouted and tried to stand up on his own. Little did he know of the sudden dizzy spell that would hit him and cause him to stumble over. You luckily had expected his and grabbed his side before he could be in anymore pain than he already was.

“Careful baby.” You cooed him. “You’re a bit loopy still.”

“You’re an angel (Name).” He complimented you and you blushed. This Katsuki sure was sweet, but you missed the tsundere Katsuki as well.

The nurse assisted you both into the taxi and gave you a pair of ice packs before heading back inside to continue her work day. You gave the driver Katsuki’s home address and then closed the divider sparing your cabby from Katsuki’s high state.

“Where are we going?” He pressed his head on you shoulder, glancing down at his palms again. He repeated the action of opening and closing them. You watched him as he did so, curious why he was doing such a thing.

“We’re going to your house. What are you doing with your hands Katsuki?”

“Trying to get my quirk to work.”

You paled. That was the worst thing he could be trying to do at this moment. Time to get his mind off of that, or you’d end up torn, tattered and ash covered… as well as with an angry cab driver.

“Kacchan, tell me what you want to eat later tonight?” You asked him, his features lighting up when he heard a familiar name.

“No no, you’re not Deku.” He swung his finger in front of you. “That’s his nickname for me.”

“Of course.” You laughed. “How could I have forgotten?”

“Why does my mouth hurt?” He asked you, his body pressing closer to yours.

“You got your wisdom teeth removed, remember?”

“Awe. Yeah I did. Where are my teeth?”

“They took them out.”

“Well, where are they? I want to see them.”

“We don’t have them I’m afraid, the dentist took them.”

“They stole my teeth?”

“You don’t get to keep them Katsu.”

“I wanted them though… I had them for so long.”

He cast his face downward, actually looking upset that he wouldn’t be given his teeth as a momentum of this day. Though you had a hard time believing he would want them when his mind unfogged.

You hugged him close to you, rubbing his back and playing with his hair as you drove to his house. His eyes dropped, telling you how tired he must still be. Getting him into bed when you got back would be priority number one.

The cab stopped and you handed the man the money before helping Katsuki into his family home. His parents were at work at the moment, meaning Katsuki would have a quiet afternoon to sleep away the drugs in his system.

“Do you wanna lay down?” You asked him once you helped him take his shoes and jacket off.

“Yeah, I wanna cuddle though.” He stated, wrapping an arm around you. “Cause I like you.”

“I know you do, and I’ll cuddle with you after helping you get settled in. Deal?”

“Deal.” He pulled himself off of you and tried to walk up the stairs, but kept missing the first step.

You sighed and smiled in amusement and walked over and helped him walk up the stairs to his old room. You managed to not only support 75% of Katsuki’s weight, but also open the door as well.

Once inside his room, you left him to get into something more comfortable, while you pulled apart the made bed and fluffed a couple of his pillows. You’d tuck him in and then grab the ice packs, pills and a glass of ice water for him before coming back.

“I need help.” He called to you.

You turned and saw him struggling to pull off his t-shirt, like a small child. You giggled and pulled the shirt off with ease. He smiled brightly and hugged you close, relief washing over his features.

“Let’s get you into bed Tsuki.” You mumbled against him, seeing as he was down to just his boxers now, his usual sleeping attire.

After a struggle you put him into his bed, you sighed and got up. You heard him rustle at the covers and you turned to him, hoping to convince him not to get up again. Instead you were met with a frowning Bakugou, tears nearly falling down his swollen cheeks.

“What’s wrong Katsuki?” You rushed to him, kneeling down and worry coming to your face. “Does your mouth hurt?”

“W-why are you leaving? I thought you were gonna stay with me?” He explained and you sighed.

“I am babe. I gotta get you some ice first. You’re gonna be hurting in a bit and I can’t let that happen.”

He nodded and you got up. You grabbed the items he would need sooner or later and came back to find him sleeping, his mouth slightly agape, a thin trail of drool coming out of his mouth.

You hummed and grabbed a tissue, wiping away his spit and waking him up from the action. His eyes widened again and the teary eyes came back, he reached out and touched your hand.

“You’re actually here.” He spoke.

“Of course I am.”

“I had a dream you were a ghost and left me to go get water.”

“Well I did bring you water.” You lifted up said glass. “Now here’s some ice. Put it on one side of your cheeks and then in 15 minutes I’ll tell you to switch them.”

“Okay, but the pain meds aren’t working.”

“I haven’t given you any pain meds yet Katsuki.”

“Oh.”

You smiled and handed him a single pill and the glass of water. He took out the bloodied gauze from his mouth, more spit coming with it. He held the soiled cloth in his palm and stared at it.

Suddenly his hand sparked and the gauze caught on fire, a smile adorning his face. You reached over and dumped a bit of the water on the flaming gauze and his hands. Thus cancelling his quirk for a bit.

“I remembered how my quirk works.” He proudly stated, popping the pill into his mouth and drinking the water.

“I’m glad you remembered, but promise me you won’t use it again until you can eat solid foods again.”

“I’d say no, but since you're my favorite person… I’ll do it.”

You blushed and laughed, him smiling at making you do such a pretty thing in his eyes. You reached over and handed him new gauze, telling him to apply it to his mouth. He did just that and then again with another piece.

“Can we cuddle now?” He begged, his red orbs gleaming with an enamored hue.

“You’ve been good, so yes.” You smiled and crawled in next to him. He wrapped his arms around you and pressed the side of his face, not currently having a ice pack on it, on your chest.

He shivered a bit, the anesthesia having a side effect to make one cold, so you pulled up the blankets over the two of you. He snuggled further into you as you ran fingers through his locks in comfort. He hummed, liking the feeling of you being here, it felt less lonely and cold.

“You’re really cute like this, y’know that Katsuki?”

“I am?”

“Yup.”

“Well you’re pretty and I love you.”

You pressed a kiss to his temple with his plain and simple declaration of love for you. It seems like the medicine did more then just make him loopy. As the meds had also performed the miracle of getting Bakugou to admit his true and honest feelings easily.

Bonus Ending~

“Gahhhhh” He groaned, sitting up in his bed, while (Name) walked back into the room. She carried a plate of mashed potatoes and pudding with her, setting it on the bedside table.

“Hurting still? I thought the meds would have kicked in already.” She frowned.

“No they fucking haven’t…” Bakugou growled back. “Everything fucking sucks.”

“Now now, that’s not how you were acting earlier~” You teased him, watching Bakugou eye you.

“The fuck do you mean?”

“Not only did you cry, but you asked for cuddles. The best part though was that you told me you loved me, and without any embarrassment.”

Bakugou scoffed and pressed the icepack further onto his swollen cheeks. “Well its fucking true… Just don’t tell anyone or I’ll kill you!”

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Kirishima Eijiro:

The knock came suddenly, making you stop the set of sit ups you had been doing. You caught your breath and paced forward to the door and unlocking it.

On the other side stood Kirishima, his face smiling brightly and his arm holding up a plastic baggy full of snacks and goodies inside: some of which being your favorites.

On any other day you would have been excited to see these items in your loving boyfriend’s possession, but today or rather of late… it really discouraged you, making your mouth line into a frown and your body slump ever so slightly.

“Fat recommended some shops and I stopped on my way back! Want some?” He asked, holding the bag out to you.

You held out your hand, shying away from the goody bag, this action confirming what Kirishima had been concerned about. He had noticed the portion sizes lowering and the exercise increasing, and it worried him a bit.

“No thanks Eiji… I’m not hungry.” You mumbled, looking away from his gaze.

“You sure? I know these pocky are your favorite flavor…” He lifted up the box, and shook it, the contents inside hitting the box.

“No really, I need to get back to my exercises.” You spoke, shaking your hands.

Kirishima frowned and sighed. You froze and watched as he let the bag drift down to his legs and he ran a hand through his falling red locks.

“I know you’re not eating.”

Your eyes shot open and you bit your lip. How could you be so stupid… of course he noticed. This was Kirishima after all! He was always keen on everyone around him and how they were feeling!

“I- umm… I just!” You broke out into tears, the weight of the past few days finally wearing down on you. God you hated how you looked, you hated even more that people pointed it out and confirmed this terrible self loathing.

“You don’t have to do anything to impress me y’know.” He told you, pulling you into his embrace.

“You’re just too perfect though Eiji… and there are so many people who comment on how good looking you are and and how you deserve someone who looks good with you. A-And I’m just sick of feeling like I’m not attractive and no matter how much I try I’ll never be!”

“You do look good though. You’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen!” He told you, his hand brushing your hair, his touch soft and comforting as the tears formed in your eyes.

“B-but-”

“No buts! I think you're beautiful! And I know that it might not be enough, but a lot of people think you’re amazing too! I-I know insecurity is a terrible thing and you’ll never feel good enough… but I also know hearing what you need to hear from someone you're very close to can help as well.”

“What do you mean?”

“I struggle with my self esteem a lot.”

“No way! You’re so wonderful and heroic!”

“See!” Kirishima chuckled. “You think the world of me, but it's hard for me to accept. Not cause I don’t want to, but because I can’t see myself as being amazing! But I also know you wouldn’t lie to me. So please believe me when I say you’re stunning.”

“I-I’ll try.” You shook your head, tears welling a bit from his kind words.

“I know when you look at yourself all you see is a body you hate and want to change… but I see you. I see the most wonderful, kind, smart, funny and sweet girl who I’m lucky to call mine.

The people who matter will see your beauty and the people who don’t are ugly inside. I know it's stupid to say… but trust me.”

“I do Eiji… I love you… thank you.”

“I love you too… and don’t thank you. I didn’t do anything but tell you the truth.”

“I feel so stupid…”

“Don’t. We all do things because we feel pressure to do them. Just know I’m here for you! And if you’re serious about working out and losing weight, then I’ll work out with you! We can motivate each other! How does that sound (Name)?”

“Really good… though I’m more hungry than anything right now…”

“Then how about we eat these snacks and watch a movie right now?”

“I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

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Midoriya Izuku:

“Whatcha writing now?” You asked, leaning over his desk to look at his hero journal.

Izuku’s hand moved fast, drawing and writing down little info blurbs on a familiar quirk user, his blush increasing now that you had caught him. He shouldn’t be surprised though, the two of you were the only ones in the classroom at the current moment.

But with yoru wide and curious eyes watching him write you into his hero data collection, the green haired boy could not help but feel under extreme pressure. Was he drawing your costume right? Did he put the correct info about your quirk down? Did he spell your name wrong?

“You’re so talented Izuku-kun~” You complimented him, watching as he hand snapped the pencil by accident and his face explode into a display of redness. His mouth opened and closed, his shock from his girlfriend’s words hitting him hard and making his heart pound yet again.

You giggled, finding your way into his lap and pressing your lips to his,furthering his emotional panic, until then settling down and relaxing under your kiss and touch. Your pulled away, smiling again before tracing circles on his shoulders and running them down and around him.

“(N-Name)-san?” He began only to have your shake your head and pout.

“(Name)-chan!” You childishly demanded of him, Izuku smiling by how upset you got when he didn’t address you like you wanted to be.

“(Name)-chan.” He gave in, holding your hand in his and then pointing to his new page on you. “Would you mind helping me with my remaining questions? I want to make this accurate.”

“Hmm~” You mumbled, scooting in closer to Izuku, getting comfortable on him, and making sure he could still move and write.

“So what does this part specifically do?” He gestured to a part of your costume.

Instead of answering him, you ruffled his hair for a moment. He waited patiently, knowing you sometimes did this when you were thinking and needed a moment to collect your thoughts.

As he expected, you explained it to him a moment later and he nodded, scribbling it down. You rested your head on his chest, listening to his heart beat fast, showing he was still a bit nervous. You smiled, and Izuku smiled along with you.

“What now?” He asked, curious as to what had made you so happy so suddenly.

“You’re the best person I know, and I’m happy to call you my boyfriend. You’re amazing~” You gushed, touching his cheek lightly, your warm hand palming his pink cheeks.

“A-ah…” He blushed further and chuckled. “What’s gotten you being so sweet to me all of a sudden?”

You softly smiled and connected your lips to his, letting him know how in love and appreciative of him you were from the small gesture.

“I just really am grateful for you Izuki-kun… you’re the most important person in my life and I just wanted to spoil you enough so you’d know.”

Izuku sighed in content and ran his hand through your locks, this time kissing you himself. When he pulled away, it was your turn to blush and he smiled one of his pure smiles, the ones you loved the most.

“I feel like I should be the one saying those words, but thank you (Name). I love you too.”

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Bakugou Katsuki:

“It’s Over.”

The reply was short, but to the point. The pixelated screen showing three dots popping up, meaning he was typing a reply back. But you didn’t want to hear it, nor did you want to allow him the option to give him a chance to make up excuses.

“Number has been blocked”

Sighing, you shoved your phone back into your pocket, looking up to tell the lunch staff what you would like for your meal. After ordering, you waited by the pick up line for said meal, hearing the muttering and mumbling of the day from the under classmen and your peers.

Anything to get your mind off him and the event he had neglected to tell you. The event that caused the fight in the first place. Maybe if he had been honest, maybe if he had told you right away… then maybe your trust in him would not have been broken.

But for whatever reason, Mirio had left out that key detail. The detail that after some mission or random rescue… that some civilian had kissed him. And not a simple kiss on the cheek as a thank you.

A full blown smack on the lips, her tongue shoving into his mouth for all the news media to capture and post. The worst of it though wasn’t that Mirio got kissed by some girl who didn’t know, but instead that he didn’t tell you.

Meaning that when you turned on the TV that night, the top story of ‘Lemillions New Girl’ plastered on every major station was enough for your rage to boil over and spill out.

Truthfully, the two of you had been growing apart since he graduated from UA: he was out in the hero world, while you were in your final year at UA. His time was limited and your irritation with him due to this caused you to snap at him more times then not when he was spending time with you.

He had tried to explain over the phone that he didn’t think it was a big deal. It was a simple kiss that didn’t mean anything, and you were over reacting. But he should have known your trust issues by now. He should have know him not telling you would be the breaking force.

Now single and depressed, you stared blankly at the students grabbing their food before your had finished, zoned out of the two boys jestering and talking about you from behind. One’s red hair nodded quickly, his fingers pointing and his smile never ceasing. The other had ash blonde hair, its shape as rough and strange as his quirk. This student was shaking his head, his lips snarling in a vicious manner.

Sighing, the redhead pushed forward, ignoring the blond’s protest and tapped on your shoulder, pulling you from your daze and making you turn to focus on him.

“Hey (Name)-senpai!” The boy you recognized as your junior, Kirishima Eijiro waved to you. You had come into class 1-A, though now 2-A, a few times throughout the past year and gotten to know a few of the students. He was one of them.

And the one sulking up behind him was another: Bakugou Katsuki

“Oh. Hey guys.” You forced a smile, trying to hide your heartbreak from the two who were standing in next to you know, their lunch slips indicating they were waiting for their meals too.

“Sorry about what happened with Togata-senpai.” Kirishima sighed.

You shook your head, your frown progressing on your face. “It was bound to happen… neither of us had been happy.”

“Good riddance then.” Bakugou spoke up, hands shoved into his pockets, his face still seething in rage.

You let out a chuckle, making both males turn a gaze to you. “Yeah… good riddance indeed. THough, I wish it hadn’t have been the way it was…”

“I’m sure it was-”

“He fucking deserves more than just a break up. If I were you, I would go and break something of his since he broke your fucking heart!” Bakugou suddenly called out, his face contorting further into anger.

“Dude calm down.” Kirishima sweatdropped, then walked forward, seeing his meal had finished, leaving you and Bakugou alone.

“You seem more upset than I do about what happened.” You mumbled, Bakugou clicking his tongue at your statement.

“You fucking deserve a guy who won’t cheat on you, accident or not. If that was me, I would have thrown the bitch off of me and told her I was a taken man. Then i would have called you and asked how to fucking make it right.”

“You’re a better boyfriend and friend then Mirio ever was then.” You shuffled your feet. “You’re gonna make someone very happy one day Bakugou-san.”

“The only person I want to make fucking happy is you.” He scoffed, turning his head away.

You held your breath and looked at him, not sure what he was getting at. But slowly your mind formed a question to call out and ask the blond next to you.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m not interested in being your fucking rebound or jumping at you when you need time… but when you’re feeling better and want to do somethin’... give me a fucking call.”

He grabbed shoved a piece of folded paper into your hand and then walked away. You blinked, unfolding the paper and seeing a certain order of numbers written out in rushed handwriting.

You smiled softly, tucking the phone number into the pocket next to your phone and seriously considering his offer. Anything was possible after all.

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Bakugou Katsuki:

It didn’t matter how it happened, nor did it matter how you got into this situation right now. All that did matter was the three identical, but very different boys tugging and trying to pull you into their embrace.

“Let go you fucks! They are mine, go back to where you came from!” Bakugou shouted, tugging your middle into him. His school uniform looking as it usually did: messy and sagging off of him, giving anyone looking a splendid peak at his toned chest.

“No! I want them to myself!” Another Bakugou squealed, this one smiling brightly and pulling your left arm. He seemed to nearly be the opposite of the Bakugou you knew. This Katsuki was dressed properly and actually seemed to not hold any hostilities to anyone.

“Back off you shits! They’re going to be mine and only mine!” The final Bakugou called, his grip never ceasing from your right arm. While this one’s personality matched original Bakugou, he seemed to be some some medieval period. He wore pants looking to like the material of jeans, yet he was missing a shirt exposing his abdominals to the world. His arms were littered with fabrics adorned with strange markings and symbols, as well as a large tattoo with a ‘K’ on it. Most importantly though, this bakugou was wearing glowing red gems, pierced to his ears. And he was pulling it off really well!

All three pulled you towards them, making you cry out in discomfort, as Bakugou was a physically fit and capable guy, thus it felt like you were being pulled apart. Original Bakugou growled, Chipper Bakugou laughed and Fantasy Bakugou snarled, all three tugging again, this time making you cry out in pain, as you could feel a lot of somethings being pulled.

“That’s enough!” You hollered and all three ceased their pulling and glance at the item of their selfish affections attempting to pull out of their greedy hands.

“Yeah! Leave her the fuck alone!” Your world’s Bakugou snapping, letting you go and sparked his palms.

“Oh! Are we fighting for them heart now? I won’t lose!” The bright Bakugou pounded his fists together.

“As long as I get to pound you technologically advanced fucks, I’m all for it…” The savage Bakugou growled, a smirk on his features rising.

You paled when all three had stepped forward, looking ready to duke it out her. Suddenly you stepped between all three, shaking your head at their actions and making them stop.

“What name dumbass?” Normal Bakugou clicked his tongue.

“Is everything okay (Name)?” The more polite one worried over you.

“What’s on your mind fuck face?” The warrior Bakugou demanded.

You sighed, pinching your temple and then answering. “There has to be a better way then you three beating each other up. Let’s think rationally about this.”

All three deadpanned before opening their big mouths up again. “You pick then.”

“Me?”

“Yeah, which of us do you fucking like more!”

“Ohhh! I hope it's me!”

“No way! They like me fucking more then you both!”

You shook your head, sighing at this sudden development. Even for such differing places and attitudes, they all had that childish attitude of making serious decisions.

“I can’t answer that.” You huffed out, then felt your arm being tugged.

You moved before you could register it and felt your body getting trapped into a warm embrace. Looking up, you met the eyes of Kind Bakugou. He winked before connecting his lips to yours in a sweet kiss.

“Maybe I can convince you then~” He purred when he pulled away.

“I-I…” You started, only to be torn from him, your neck being the neck target of attack.

“Now don’t forget about me. You could become a ruler of my empire, and I’d take such good fucking care of you.” Dragon Lord Bakugou nibbled your clean skin, his tongue and teeth making you let out a loud moan.

Before you could even answer him, once again you were pulled away, this time to the final Bakugou, the Bakugou who you had fallen for first. He stared into your pools of (eye color), his hands roaming to your ass.

He gave it a quick squeeze, you mouth opening from the action. Using this to his advantage, his dove his tongue into your mouth, letting your mouth be conquered by him.

“Do I even need to remind you which one of is will be your number one?” He cupped your face, his red orbs narrowing.

“I-Um…”

“Allow me to convince you more.” Nice Bakugou grabbed you as well.

“I shall win this, just watch as see.” Medieval Bakugou’s touch re embraced your body.

“We’ll see about that you fucks. Watch as they choose me after I leave them feeling so fucking good.” Your world’s Bakugou tightened his grip.

All three moved towards your body once again, ready to convince you or persuade you in any and all ways possible. And you had no issues what so ever.

Chapter Text

Combining these two since they were pretty similar~

Midoriya Izuku:

It had been happening a lot lately, or at least enough for him to notice. It wasn’t strange for the new hero Deku to be saving people from danger, but a certain civilian appeared to need his attention and heroics more than most did.

It started when she had been crossing the street, her head in the clouds thus missing the sounds of the car horn coming towards her. She had blinked up in time to the see the ten ton metal object get too close to her.

As she braced for impact however, it never came. Rather she felt the wind in her hair and the body seemingly have left the ground. Blinking her (eye color) hues to glance around, she noticed an average looking man around her age.

His face held a blush as, he was holding her much like a bride would a groom. He let out and awkward laugh and smiled down at her.

“S-Sorry… Guess I used too much power and accidentally sent us flying up into the air.” He apologized, his green eyes darting around for a safe place to land with her.

“I-it’s fine…” She breathed. “I’m not dead thank to you after all.”

Deku landed safely, holding the girl he had saved a little while longer until he deemed the rooftop garden a good area to drop her off and be back on his way. He let her go, glancing at her as she readjusted her clothing and then bowed to her savior.

“Thank you again Deku.” She spoke, her voice soft and sincere.

“I-It wasn’t an issue!” Deku waved her off, his own embarrassment growing as the pretty girl waved goodbye to him and dashed for the staircase. Finally when she was out of site, Izuku shook his head and ran off.

He hadn’t even been into his patrol for another hour when reports of some outdoor concert being held up by a gang of lower class thugs came into his communicator.

“I’m near the area! I’ll check it out.” Izuku answered, bouncing off building to building when he propelled himself with such force to send him flying towards the park.

He landed suddenly, sending air, dirt and plant life away from the epicenter. He had created a crater from his reckless impact, but could worry about property damage later. Not wasting another second, he bounced into action.

The first thug was too shocked to see the Deku to do anything, thus allowing Izuku to land an easy hit on the man, sending him flying into a group of trash cans. The next two thugs attempted to overpower him together, but were no match for the super strength of One for All.

Izuku used his legs to send a kick to each man at the same time, before giving a finishing blow to the man who he saw attempting to sneak up on him. Letting out a sigh, he glanced around, seeing the faces of the civilians lighten up.

His name was echoed into the happy cheers of the citizens and Izuku couldn’t help but blush from their kindness. He waved them off slyly, before he started walking away.

He passed by the main stage and his eyes caught and familiar figure. It was the same girl from earlier. She had noticed him too and tapped the microphone of stage, catching everyone’s attention as such.

“How about before we start the concert, we all big three cheers for everyone’s favorite hero: Deku!” She spoke, her voice loving and angelic.

The crowd erupted into cheers as well, her voice hushing them before she smiled widely. Her fingers strummed the guitar attached to her, her throat clearing before she sang her tune of gratitude.

“Hip hip-”

She stopped, pointing to the crowd. They echoed her call back almost right away.

“Hooray Deku!”

She nodded to their enthusiasm, repeating her original call again, this time even louder then the first time.

“Hip hip-”

“Hooray Deku!”

Izuku blushed, his hands hiding his face from all the gratitude and love he was getting due to him simply doing his job. He barely knew this girl, not even a name to her face, yet she seemed to have really taken a liking to him.

“Alright! One more time everyone! Let’s let all of Tokyo know who out number one hero is, okay? Hip hip-”

“Hooray Deku!”

The vibrations of the cheer could be felt, and most definitely heard as well. The girl paused and then clapped. She shot one last smile to her audience and her heroic VIP before signalling for the band to get ready to start.

“Now before we begin~ Let me give a special thanks to a certain freckled hero who saved me twice today. I’m not one who likes these kind of things, but if you're ever looking for a night out-”

The music started, an energetic tune sounding off along the park. The fans erupted into a frantic outpour of noise, this song more than likely being a favorite.

“-then just let me know Bunny boy!”

Izuku’s blush worsened, but he sat down on the bench he was standing by. He unconciously clicked his intercom off, knowing he’d get a verbal beating for this later. But something told him to stay and watch.

The girl had not only been grateful, but bluntly asked him out. She may not be a hero, but she had the courage of one as she sang and danced along the stage. And her new fan could not help but smile, enjoying the display and his newfound fondness of this girl.

Later~

Izuku sat next to Todoroki as the agency, the two talking about the lowering crime rate among other things. Suddenly a tablet was sternly placed on the table in front of the two, the gravity heroine herself having done such an action.

“How could you not tell me?!” Ochaco stomped her foot, pointing an accusing finger at Izuku.

“N-Not tell you w-what Uraraka-san?” Izuku stuttered, not sure what had set the girl off.

“Don’t pretend! It's all over the news! You're dating the most popular pop star in all of Tokyo right now! How could you not tell me!”

Izuku’s eyes widened, his mouth opening as he tore the tablet away from the bubbly girl. He skimmed the article, reading and glancing at pictures taken and written out of context and giving the illusion he had some secret relationship to this amazing rising star.

“I-I-” He started, only to feel Todoroki pat his back.

“Congratulations of your new relationship Midoriya.”

“Not you too Todoroki-kun!”

Chapter Text

Todoroki Shouto:

“And so then I told the mayor that if he wanted to cut spending on public works, then the city would look worse than a villain attack.”

“Oh Todoroki-sama! You’re so daring!”

“Endeavor is quite the elite, isn’t he.”

“He sure knows how to not only be a hero, but also act as a proper citizen and family man.”

“Now now friends. I do my best like every hero should. It's not my fault that I outperform them.”

Enji chuckled, raising his glance and his comrades doing the same. The Hero Gala was in full swing, the music playing, the drinks being served, the couples dancing. It was a scene right out of any Disney movie.

Besides the current top hero was his heir, Todoroki Shouto. The dual haired boy sighed and began to pace away from his father. Anything would be better than standing next to him and listening to this elitist bullshit all night.

His wrist was grabbed the minute his foot he swayed away, his father’s grip as tight as ever. “Shouto, where do you think you’re going? All our lovely colleagues were wanting to discuss your time at UA thus far.”

His father's eyes shown their true colors: ‘not wander away boy, I still am in control of you, and don’t forget it.’

“I’m a bit parched. So pardon me.” He responded back and pulled away, walking towards the refreshments table.  

Endeavor narrowed his eyes, but allowed him to go. Shouto was still his creation and tonight everyone here thought the same of it. So tonight, no one could whisk his child away from that purpose, like those lower classes heros at UA had recently. Turning his attention back to the people around him, Endeavor allowed his son to roam.

The table was lined with pastries and appetizers for the idle rich and elite. Shouto sighed and picked up a glass and moved towards the punch bowl. Hopefully this was non-alcoholic unlike the trays of champagne being passed around by the service staff.

He loosened the tie around his neck just a bit, allowing the teen to have some more breathing room and catch his breath. On the outside he looked calm and collected, but on the inside he was annoyed and a bit peeved. He hated these types of events.

Ever since he was a child it was a constant parading of him by his father to those he wanted to impress. And every time Shouto was forced to conform to these people and hide his true inner passions.

But not this year, not this party. If he could not be at the dorms watching the weekly movie with his classmates, then he sure as hell would be dodging his father and  attempting to get through the night.

He walks towards a more empty part of the event and watches as the dancers sway in and out with each other, their movement fluid and their bodies a perfect mix. It's rather hypnotising to him watching this, the way they turn and interact as if they know what to do.

His blue and silver eyes are torn from the dancers though as a streak of lavender crosses the floor near them, trying to politely shove past those around them and find a secluded area of their own to relax in.

His cheeks grow in flames and his teeth chatter from the sight. Its (Name). His (Name)... or at least the girl he wants to make his. She looks stunning, well she always did, not the way she looked in the clothes for such a formal event made his throat dry.

He quickly fills up another cup and makes his way towards the girl standing shyly in the corner, watching the dancers like he had been doing moments before. He bats a glances at his father.

He appears to have lost him in the crowd, as Endeavor is looking around madly for the son who had suddenly disappeared. Shouto smiles to himself, knowing full well that his father would not be able to see him once he reached her. The dancers would provide the perfect cover.

She’s leaning against a marble beam when he gets close to her. She thumbs are twiddling against the fabric of that darling dress and she has a frown present on her face. She appeared to be just as miserable as he did. Perhaps they could be miserable together.

In the corner of her eye, she sees someone approaching her. Internally she sighs: another boy to shoot down? Her father to scold her for her shyness at such a big event?

Instead when her eyes met his, the smallest and most relieved smile graced her features. Shouto nearly tripped over his own two feets and spilled the drinks of himself when he saw it. She was actually happy to see him here… that made him nod his head back in response. So she really was in the same boat as him, huh?

“You looked a bit parched.” He holds out one of the drinks towards her.

She reached out, her gentle and soft finger pads rubbing across his larger and rough ones as the drink came into her hands. Her skin was so warm against his cold half, and Shouto smiled as how happy it made him from such a smile gesture and action.

“Thank you.” She smiled and took a sip. “What are you doing here?”

“I was brought along by my father… though it was just to show me off like always.” He sighed, resting against another marble beam by the one she was resting on.

“I know the feeling… my parents did the same thing. I felt like I was being suffocated so I told them I was going to get some air. That was 20 minutes ago… sorry mom and dad.”

“My father is surely going to have my head when he finds me. The last thing he’ll want me doing tonight is socializing without his permission.”

“I guess we’re both rebels.” (Name) chuckled, her airy tune making the prodigy next to her smile gleefully. It was such a comfortable noise to him on this night of discomforts.

“I’d suggest we try to escape… but I have a feeling that we’d be caught.” He glanced at the figure of his father scanning the refreshments table, looking for his missing son.

“Yes. We’d be caught the minute we left the crowd…” (Name) sighed and he caught her gaze towards her own parents acting similarly.

The music changed to a new tune: a slow piano combined with a romantic tune played on the violin. The sound shifted into the slow dancing of the couples on the floor, their forms well hidden in each other’s arms.

“Well if we need to hide for a bit longer-” Shouto held out his hand to (Name), his cheeks dusting in light pink. “-then may I have this dance my lady?”

(Name)’s cheeks copied his hue and she nodded, her hand slipping into his own. “Nothing would make me happier, my good sir.”

Shouto gently tugged her onto the floor, quickly grabbing her waist, the crowds parting for the new and adorably cute couple that had joined in on the synchronization of the duets. (Name) kept her hand in his, her free one resting on his other shoulder.

Shouto swayed them to the left, the floor copying him, and it appeared that you were not the only person he was leading. As the other couples filed a circle around the two of you, it was made very clear that Shouto and (Name) were the main attraction of this dance.

“Is this a bad time to tell you I’ve never danced before.” (Name) chuckled as Shouto spun her, then pulled her back in.

“Is this a bad time to tell you we’ve been found?” He saw his father watching from behind you, then turned and saw your parents watching as well. The same looks of horror and shock displayed on both their faces.

“Then we might as well enjoy this song… because I doubt they’ll let us get another one.” She giggled, turning as Shouto twirled them around, his feet matching the beat and his heart following the rhythm.

“I’ll enjoy it then.” He chuckled and twirled the smaller body once again, then tugging her towards him again, this time their faces nearly touching. He blushed at this, not sure why he had suddenly done that.

He knew of this crush on (Name). But he wasn’t very connected to his feelings and at times, they acted before his mind agreed to them. Now was one of those times, when he stared down into the heavenly (eye color) orbs that looked back at him with as much passion as he had.

Slowly to the tune of the piano and violin, he leaned in, his lips quivering as her scent became more and more overwhelming. It was of snap peas and roses, it was sweet and simple like her. But so comforting and warm, like her as well.

He closed his eyes in nervousness, the moment controlling him. He felt the sweet and glossy lips of the girl on his, her head tilting to deepen it. Then it happened, he pulled her in, his hand leaving hers and trailing in her hair.

He let out a small moan of satisfaction as he realized how wonderful this kiss was. He allowed her hand to grip his suit, not caring that it was getting wrinkled. He hated wearing it anyway.

The sounds of clapping and absence of music alerted the two that they were not alone, nor had this moment been private. When they separated, the crowd had gathered during their dance and was cheering on such a sweet and sincere moment between new lovers.

“Shouto!”

“(Name)!”

The two exchanged glances and nodded to the other. Their hands remet and Shouto made eye contact with the other dancing couples. They nodded in understanding and the music began again.

Shouto pulled you past them quite easily, the exit in sight and now reachable. The calls of the parental figures ordering the teens to return was lost in the music and unable to reach their children due to the mass of dancers blocking the way.

“So what now?” (Name) asked as she kicked off her heels, not caring if she was barefoot now. Those things were deathtraps.

“It might not be too late to show up for movie night at my dorm.”

(Name) chuckled and squeezed his hand. “As long as its with you… then it sounds wonderful.”

Chapter Text

“It’s the perfect opportunity!” Kaminari chuckled, pointing to the mask cover his face. “We basically have a clean slate tonight guys! No one knows who we are, nor do we know who they are!”

“It’s pretty cool, though I worry that this might cause issues later.” Sero mumbled, adjusting his tie.

“It’ll be fine! We’re all going to have a good time!” Kirishima cheered. “It’s our last Halloween together guys and UA is throwing a huge party for us to celebrate. So let’s enjoy it and not worry about anything!”

The three cheered and got ready to leave Kirishima’s room, only to pause when they realized that their fourth and loudest member was suddenly quiet and out of character.

“Bakubro? You coming?” Kirishima called out to the ash blonde who was still leaning against the wall, his orbs hidden and his scowl even missing. He looked like he was trying to fall asleep.

Bakugou blinked one eye open and glared at Kirishima. “This is fucking stupid…”

“Then why’d you get all dressed up, buy a ticket and even get a mask?” Kirishima asked then turned to the sounds of snickering.

Kaminari was laughing loudly, Sero trying to contain his own giggles.

“It’s pretty obvious why he’s going…” Sero began.

“(Name)’s gonna be there~” Kaminari finished and made a kissy face to Sero

“Awe Katsuki! Please dance the night away with me!” The electric boy bowed to Sero.

“Of fucking course my princess! I’d kill anyone for you!” Sero attempted to imitate Bakugou’s voice.

“Oh that’s right! You have a big crush on her, don’t you!” Kirishima turned back to a raging Bakugou.

“I do not! She’s just some shitty girl who’s been in class with us since we were 15! Just cause she has an annoying smile and laughs like a nothing I’ve ever fucking heard before does not mean I like her! I mean have you fucking seen her? Who would want to date that?”

The three boys exchanged looks. Yeah… he was enamored by her. Kaminari nodded to his comrades, ready to make sure of this mentally agreed statement.

“Well if you don’t like her, then that means I can ask her out.” He played it off, only to have his collar grabbed a second later. How Bakugou got from one side of the room at the click of Kaminari’s tongue was a mystery.

“Touch her and I’ll fucking kill you!” He shook the blonde and Kaminari gave him a thumbs up.

“He loves her.” Kirishima chuckled.

“He totally does…” Sero nodded.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!”

Later~

“Let’s stay fucking together… I’m going to grab some punch… I’ll be back after dancing with her…” Bakugou mumbled, shoving past people as he made his way towards the balcony where he could get some fresh air and clear his head.

As soon as he and his so called friends had entered the party, all three were gone within a second. Kaminari was of course trying to dance with some girls he found cute, Kirishima was chatting with some others by the DJ area, and Sero had gotten thirsty and wandered to the refreshments.

Leaving the most anti-social of their squad to fend for himself. Luckily since he was emitting such a pissed off aura no one dared come try to talk to him. Now he was resting and looking out over UA’s campus, ignoring the terrible pop music playing in the background and the itch this shitty mask was giving him.

He should have just worn his hero mask… but Kirishima said it was ‘too recognizable’. Hell if his hair didn’t already give it away that it was him, then his personality would. He really hated this…

His mind wandered to her pretty smiling face and over hearing her tell Round Face & Frog Girl that she was excited to attend the party. He bought his ticket that day, this terrible emotion called love forcing him to act like such an idiot. He hadn’t even seen her of course.

He thought he would for sure know her frame and body language when he saw her, but with so many people and each moving rapidly it was hard to spot her, let alone focus on one person.

“Not a party person either?” A figure asked and leaned on the railing next to him. It was a girl, her hair tied into a bun and her dress the color of the softest red roses, the same color as his tie. Her mask was covering most of her face, it resembling some type of bird, its colors being red, yellow and orange with feathers coming off on one side.

“It’s supposed to be a phoenix.” She spoke up again, obviously noticing him taking in her attire.

He clicked his tongue. “I didn’t ask.”

She chuckled. “You didn’t have to.”

He rolled his eyes and she chuckled. “You remind me of someone… maybe you are him.”

“That would fucking take away from this whole fucking thing.” He spat back.

“I suppose you’re right. Anyway, what are you doing out here stranger?” She asked him, this time turning her whole body to look at him.

“Got fucking tired of nothing going my way, so I left.”

“What hasn’t gone your way?”

“Why do you ask so many damn questions?”

“Humor me stranger. For all we know this will be the only time we ever see each other, so what’s the harm in telling a mysterious girl what’s on your mind. I don’t know you, so I can’t judge you after all.”

Bakugou clicked his tongue, mulling over her words. She was right, but why should he rant to her anyway? Fuck it… she was better than anyone else and like she said… he’d most likely never see or know who she was.

“Fine. I’m-”

“Not so fast.” The girl cut him off and he growled at her. Of course there was a fucking catch. “I don’t mind listening but I want you to dance with me.”

“Dance? You want me to fucking dance?”

“I came to dance and you are the perfect partner mister. So would you be ever so kind as to allow a lady a dance?”

She held her hand out to him and bowed. Bakugou groaned and moved away from her.  She stood up again and looked around for him. Did he really just walk away? Her stranger really did act strange.

Just as she was about to go looking out on the grounds again she heard him come back, a two roses torn from a bush in his hand. He was fiddling with one trying to put it in his jacket pocket.

“Here.” He spoke and tossed her the other one.

“What’s this for?”

“All the other couples have matching flowers!”

“That’s because they came together. So if you wear a matching one with me, it means-”

“FUCK!” He cried at the realization and tried to smash the rose, only to have his actions stopped by her hands.

“Don’t” She scolded him and placed the rose on his chest with a bobby pin. “Let’s continue this: our story is that we’ve been dating for 3 years. You are a prince from a far off land who fell in love with a simple maiden. The only way we can see each other is in secret. Except for the night of the masquerade ball, which happens to be tonight. These roses are the only way we can tell that’s it our lover.”

Bakugou blinked as she moved away and fixed her own rose on her wrist. He felt his cheeks light up from such a ridiculous story and her childlike attitude to it.

“That’s fucking stupid…” He barked and grabbed her hand and moved towards the dance floor. “So just shut up and fucking hold my hands and move to the music or whatever…”

She didn’t say anything about how obvious it was that he was nervous. Was this the first time he had ever danced? Slowed dance at that.

“Like this.” She moved one of his hands to her waist, the other remaining in hers. She placed her free hand on his shoulder. “And you lead.”

“I fucking know that!”

He didn’t but was too prideful to thank her from saving him from looking like a fool.

The two danced in silence for a moment before she spoke up once again. “So why are you so upset about tonight?”

He scoffed and sucked his teeth, his lips lifting in disgust. “The assholes who call themselves my friends fucking ditched me the second we got here.”

“Hmmm while I also think it's shitty… its normal. I came with 4 others, the only difference being I didn’t have a date and they all did. So the minute we got in, they started doing couple things.”

“That’s pretty shitty.” He twirled her and pulled her back in.

“Guess we both were left alone tonight stranger.”

“At least I wasn’t a fucking third wheel or in your case a fifth wheel.” He chuckled at her expense and to his surprise she laughed back with him. He smiled a bit, liking how this girl could take his harsh jokes and not get upset by them.

“I suppose I am the more pathetic of the two of us. But I have a feeling that you’re letting up on something that makes you more lonely than me…” She winked at him and Bakugou’s grip on her hand tightened.

“Calm down. I’m joking.”

“Well you’re fucking right…” He trailed off.

“I am?” She sounded surprised.

“The whole fucking reason I came was to find this girl I’ve liked since first year… she makes me feel so weird… I thought that maybe if I could dance with her… then I could figure it out.”

“And what are you trying to figure out?”

He blushed and looked away from her. “My shit friends always fucking claim I’m in love with her… but how am I supposed to know?”

“Hmm… you’ll know.” She nodded as the song came to a close. Bakugou looked at her in confusion. She bowed to him, thanking him for the dance. “Trust me Bakugou, you’ll know.”

His eyes widened and he opened to ask her a question. How did she know it was him? Did she know him? Who was she? He had to know!

She turned around from him and moved away, the crowd separating him from this girl faster than he wanted. He shoved past people to catch up to her again, but she was gone.

He stood still, his hand still out stretched from when he was attempting to grab the girl in the rose red dress and the bird mask. But instead he was staring out at a crowd of people that wasn’t her.

“Bakubro!” Kirishima called out from his left side and the boy turned his attention to the three figures approaching him. “I didn’t know you knew how to dance.”

“I don’t.” Bakugou answered and pushed past the three away heading towards the exit. Tonight had been a bust: no (Name) and now he might be in love with someone else entirely.

This night was fucking terrible.

Later~

The dorms were still quiet, as he had come back before anyone else had. As he slammed open the front door he scowled at anything and everything. His mood had majorly fouled as he walked back.

Damn her! One dance and he suddenly had his answer! He was in love with her and not even a name! Not even something that he could use to recognize her!

He was as good as screwed when it came to her!

“Oh Bakugou-kun.” (Name)’s familiar voice called to him from the kitchen. She was at the sink, filling up a small glass of water. She was dressed in a large t-shirt and some sweats. Her hair was down and appeared to have been tied up earlier. “Welcome back.”

Bakugou scowled and felt his chest bubbling up at her smiling face. Fuck! He wa in love with two girls! How much worse could this night get?!

“What are you fucking doing?” He called out to her and she shrugged, reaching behind her.

“Just wanting to keep it alive for a bit longer. Do you want a glass for your rose as well?” She asked, showing off the rose in the cup, its stem torn unusually.

“Wait…” Bakugou blinked and glanced at the nearly crushed rose in his chest, still held together by the bobby pin. Don’t tell him, no way in fucking hell. “W-where did you fucking get that rose?”

“Huh this? A prince from a far off land gave it to me. It's the only way we’ll be able to recognize each other after the night is over.” She smirked and walked past him, carrying the rose cup carefully.

“H-hold on a fucking minute! That was you the whole fucking time?!” He shouted as he watched her retreat to her side of the dorms.

“What was me?” She teased him again. “All I did was dance with an angry strange who told me he was in love… I sure do hope he tells her. As I’m sure she feels the same way.”

Bakugou blinked, his hand shaking and his mind processing what the hell just happened and what the hell just came out of her mouth.

“DON’T FUCKING WALK AWAY! GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE AND TALK TO ME, YOU LIL’SHIT!” He hollered and dashed up the stairs after her, making sure the rose on his chest was still attached to his heart.

Chapter Text

Sequel to this~

Bakugou Katsuki:

She chuckled, her hand raising up to her mouth in a sophisticated like manner to hide her smile. Her eyes closed shut, hiding away the gems she had for eyes and the way they dazzled under the classroom lighting.

She was being fucking irresistible again and he could not stand it.

He knew she could feel his eyes on her, as did Round Face and Frog Girl. The two other girls seemed less than pleased to have Bakugou watching them, but even they knew by this point it was not them who Bakugou was watching.

It was (Name) who was being watched.

“He’s looking over here again.” Ochaco whispered to you, her hand hiding her giggles. “He must really like you to be doing this so often.”

Tsu nodded in agreement, her pointer finger tapping against her chin in thought. “Who would have guessed Lil’Baku would have fallen for anyone in the first place. But at least with you…”

“-You can keep him in line!” Ochaco cheered and Tsu shook her head.

“No Ochaco-chan. At least with (Name)-chan, Lil’Baku will have someone who can handle him and does not mind his personality.”

“Ah ah ah~” You cooed and swung your finger to your two friends. “I won’t be doing anything for that boy until he confesses.”

“I don’t get it?” Ochaco pondered and glanced at you, a frown adorning her features. “Why do you need a confession out of him, didn’t he already tell you he liked you?”

“Not exactly…” You sighed, remember the night from a week ago very well. “He confessed to liking me while not knowing he was talking to me in the first place. And then… when I gave him the chance to tell me when I told him it was me…”

“DON’T FUCKING WALK AWAY! GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE AND TALK TO ME, YOU LIL’SHIT!” He hollered and dashed up the stairs after her, making sure the rose on his chest was still attached to his heart.

You paused at the top of the staircase and made room for him at the top. “Yes Bakugou-kun?”

He stopped, red eyes widening and a small blush coming onto his face. He had ran head first into this like most things, but unlike most things, he didn’t have a plan this time around.

“That was you tonight, wasn’t it?!” He hollered averting eye contact.

“Yes it was.” Was you reply, waiting patiently for him to say what you had assumed he was going to say.

He grew a bit tense, the flush of his cheeks getting a bit worse. Finally he clicked his tongue and started moving down the steps again, away from you.

“Well you weren’t half bad of a dancer. My night wasn’t a total fuck up ‘cause of you.”

“Wow seriously?” Ochaco tossed a glare at Bakugou, who returned one back. “After all that and the amazing dance you two had… he goes and ruins the atmosphere but not saying what both of you already know.”

“Why don’t you confess, (Name)-chan?” Tsu suggested, but once again you shook your head in denial.

“Because his whole issue was that he didn’t know if he was in love with me or not. I don’t want to waste my time on a relationship where I’ll be doing all the work, so unless he tells me and proves he wants this as much as I do… then he’ll be continuing to stare at me from across the room with that unsatisfied glare.”

“Ouch~” Ochaco teased. “So cold (Name)-chan!”

“But not uncalled for.” Tsu agreed with you.

Behind the three of said, said topic of discussion was now beginning to grind his teeth in frustration. His eye twitched and his fists balled up, ready to ignite his desk and set the fire alarms up. All these strange pent up feelings were ready to burst open at the drop of a pin.

“Just tell her already man…” Kaminari drew Bakugou back to reality, the pining glare turning into an annoyed one.

“Tell who what, shitty charger?!” He spat back.

“I don’t know what’s worse…” Sero sighed. “How bad you have it for her, or the fact that you’re still denying it.

“I’m not denying anything… I just don’t want to fucking tell her and give her that satisfaction!”

“Dude, she’s not gonna wait for you forever.” Kirishima dropped the bombshell on Bakugou. “Either make your move and confess like a true man, or accept that someone else will come around and take her off the table.”

“Who the hell else would want such a dumbass like her?”

“A few students in Class B.” Kirishima answered.

“There was guy in Gen. Ed. who said she looked good at the dance.” Sero spoke.

“Me, if I had a death wish.” Kaminari chuckled, only to be punched in the gut a minute later.

“Shut your mouth, I already told you not to fucking touch her.” Bakugou removed his fist and went back to watching you.

“I-I was kidding…” Kaminari groaned out.

The lunch bell rang and everyone started moving right away. Bakugou leaned back in his chair, wanting to be left alone to his thoughts. His friends shrugged and went their separate ways from him.

His ruby orbs widened slightly as he made eye contact with you. And with the blink of your eyes, it was gone. And once again, he felt cold. What a strange feeling from someone who literally generated an overpowering amount of heat.

“You’re kinda dumb when it comes to this kinda thing, aren’t you Bakugou?”

Bakugou turned around, seeing Mina sitting on Izuku’s desk behind him. She swung her legs back and forth, her hands popping open a soda. She and Bakugou were now the only two left in class 3-A, meaning she had something she would be telling him. How annoying.

“What do you want Alien Freak?”

“Alien Queen!”

“Thank fucking God that stupid name was rejected…”

“And how many tries did it take for you to get approval for your name?”

He was quiet and Mina laughed.

“What the fuck do you want?”

“To talk.”

He growled and Mina rolled her eyes. “Try and intimidate me as much as you like, it won’t work on me.”

“Get on with it Acid Girl.”

“You love (Name).”

He clenched his teeth and turned around to face Mina, his face blossoming in red and anger.

“Why the fuck does that matter? And why do you even fucking care?!”

“Cause unlike you, I’m good with romance. And since you’ve helped me since first year, I’m gonna repay the favor by giving you pointers to confess.”

“That’s not the issue!”

“Then what is?”

He grumbled and Mina sighed. “Come again? If you want or need my help… I’m gonna need to hear you Bakugou.”

“I said I’m fucking unsure of how this shot works okay? I’ve never dated anyone before… kissing yes, but dating someone? What fuck am I supposed to do?”

“Do you mean you’re nervous or afraid to date someone, because you’re worried you’ll mess it up?”

He gritted his teeth and nodded. “Don’t you fucking tell anyone.”

“Naw, I’m not a blabber mouth. Though I can see where your problem stems from. Firstly, you’re you… and already that made it unlikely for anyone to like you romantically-”

“WHY YOU LITTLE-”

“Let me finish!”

He grumbled and crosses his arms, letting Mina know she was walking on thin ice with him and this topic.

“Now like I was saying before I was rudely interrupted. (Name) is special to you because you never felt like this about anyone before, correct? So you already have something new and strange on your mind surrounding her. Thus the night of the dance made it worse when you fell for her a second time, huh?

In my opinion, I think that’s the reason you should just come out and say it. You already know how you feel about her, once again you experienced it twice. And you accidentally let it slip to her and she even waited patiently for you to tell her.

It might be terrifying to tell her, but she’s worth it, isn’t she? If you love her, then you need to tell her! No matter what happens she’s worth it! After all, think of all the good stuff that could come out of it if you do.

But if you decide not to for whatever reason… then you need to accept and be content with watching her not only date, but fall in love with someone else.

So Bakugou, what’s worse? Confessing and figuring it out along the way, or not confessing and never knowing?

I know the answer and I think you do too, smart guy.”

Mina rose to her seat, grabbing her phone and typing on the keys, the exact words shielded from the boy in front of her. She finished and slipped her phone away, turning back to Bakugou.

“I told (Name) to meet me under the tree in the courtyard in 5 minutes. I won’t actually be going, so if you feel the need to tell her something, then this is your chance. If not then I guess she’ll be waiting there without anyone…”

Mina stuck her tongue out and made her way out of the classroom. Bakugou grumbled and leaned back in his seat. Decisions, decisions… what should he do?

The breeze from the fall season turning to winter was already in full swing, even for early November, the weather felt like the time was already in December. (Name) huddled further into her light jacket, cursing herself for not bringing more layers or thicker ones today.

She glanced at her phone again, wondering what was taking Mina so long, as it had been almost 20 minutes since she had gotten the text message from the pink girl. Apparently she wanted to be updated on the Bakugou situation, and thought standing outside in the cold was the best choice.

And now she was not even showing up.

“You’re gonna catch a fucking cold, dumbass.” His familiar gruff voice called out, a thick hand made scarf forcefully being wrapped around your chattering mouth a second later, the fabric wrapping around the lower part of your face and neck.

You turned to look at a blushing Bakugou, his cheeks either reddened from the cold air or the fact he had just wrapped his scarf around you, something he must have had an internal battle with.

“Thanks.” You breathed out and then inhaled, his scent coming into your nose: cinnamon and campfire. It was such an odd combination, but fit him so well. As Bakugou himself was a mixture of traits that one would think did not belong together, yet he made them work.

It was quiet, the chilling winds making a high pitched whistle and the screams from unsuspecting students caught in it being the only noises heard by the two of you. You glanced at him, catching him staring at you once again.

It wasn’t unusual nor was it that he continued to do so, even after catching him he narrowed his eyes and stared even harder if it was possible. This boy was strange and the one you had fallen for.

“Listen, cause I’m only gonna say it once, shitty girl.” He spoke suddenly, his stare hardening making him look almost angry at you.

You nodded keeping quiet and hoping that he finally had gathered the courage to say the thing that you both knew, but had been left unspoken.

He cleared his throat and suddenly grabbed you. He leaned in close and tore his scarf from your face, letting it loosely hang from your shoulders. But the warmth the scarf had given you was not gone, but rather still kept there by something else.

Bakugou’s lips felt warm against yours and you tilted your head into the kiss, enjoying the feeling of him finally kissing you. He settled in and pulled you close to him, holding you in his grip as he continued to capture your lips.

Sadly for the both of you, neither of your quirks allowed you to go long without air and you were forced to pull away. You could feel the redness of your cheeks and knew that his little action had made you as flustered as him.

“So I love you, okay?” He grumbled out, sounding almost annoyed.

You snorted and covered your laugh with your hands. The sounds of him beginning to get into a rage alerted you that he needs reassurance and attention. Doing just that, you swung his scarf around his neck and tugged, sending him close to you.

He blinked and looked way, still not used to this closeness, but also liking the warmness that radiated from you, not letting him move away even if he wanted to.

“My my, I didn’t expect you to actually kiss me and then confess. But I’m glad you did… I love you too.”

“Good… this would have been fucking awful if you hadn’t…”

“Hmm.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek and slipped your hand into his. “I’m cold, so it's your job to keep me warm.”

“Yeah yeah… whatever.” He huffed and moved, tugging your hand to follow him.

“Hey Bakugou-kun?”

“What?”

“What did you do with your rose?”

He paused. “I put it in a glass of water… didn’t want to kill the fucking plant after I tore it off the bush.”

“Not because you love me?”

“Fuck no!”

You laughed and pulled you towards the school building, fighting back a smile of his own. Damn you were annoying, but damn did he love you.

Elsewhere~

“Alright, you guys owe me 2000 yen a piece!” Mina held her hand out.

“Can’t believe you got them both out there…” Kirishima mumbled, placing his money on Mina’s hand.

“I wonder where they’re going now?” Ochaco mumbled, watching as the new couple treated from the tree on the third floor.

“To make out more I bet.” Kaminari joked.

“Bakugou’s so gonna rub this is our face.” Sero chuckled, pacing his money in as well.

“At least they’re finally together.” Tsu mumbled.

“Ship finally sailed~ And I’m 10000 yen richer!” Mina cheered, happy her bet that you two would finally become a thing under that tree having paid off.

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Kaminari Denki:

“You said you wouldn’t get attached.” He sighed, sitting down on the ground in your dorm room next to you. You sniffled, trying to stop the tears that were pouring out from your eyes.

“It’s not that simple I guess… I never thought I would actually end up liking them. You can’t deny you’ve made some friends too Denki.”

His arms pushed you into his embrace and he soothed your racing him with his warmth and his calm demeanor. This Kaminari Denki was different than the one he pretended to be, or at least that's what you both tried to convince yourselves.

“Friends or not, we came here for one purpose and one purpose only. UA is going to fall and we’re gonna be the ones to do it (Name).”

You nodded against him, your heart pounding at his words and at what you knew you had to do. But you knew it wasn’t right and the moment it happened would be one of the worst moments of your life. But… it had to be done.

No matter what means of friendship were shown, you were a villain first. Kaminari knew that, and he could almost perfectly separate himself from the two worlds he walked in.

He could easily be the class idiot, or could easily act back and be this cunning, sly genius who no one expected. But, you saw the way he laughed and joked around at times, those were genuine. But he knew and would complete what he intended from the start, he was not swayed by petty acts of friendship.

You on the other hand were not as cold hearted, and if it had not been for him constantly reminding you of the reason why you joined the League in the first place, then maybe you would have confessed to these people.

And he would keep reminding you. Remind you of that man leaving your family to perish despite your small please for him to go back and rescue then. Reminding you of the sounds of the building collapsing, the event making you and orphan. Reminding you that these so called top heroes rescued a little girl who was in reach and didn’t care about her alive and begging parents.

Hero was a title. And as far as you saw it, it was a false one at that.

“I don’t want to hurt them.”

“We already had the minute we entered class. The only thing you can do now is push the inevitable further back. But one day, it’ll happen (Name), and you’ll need to accept that.”

“I know Denki… but I-I don’t want to fight them. I’m afraid of being abandoned again.”

He grumbled and positioned himself better, wrapping his arms around your quivering form and letting out an exhausted sigh. His hand rubbed your back, the motion quelling your tears at this gesture.

“I won’t even abandon you. No matter what happens, no matter where we end up, it’ll always be you and me against the world.”

You nodded and pushed your head into his neck, the dampness from your face coming into contact with his skin. He held you for a while longer, knowing well that the guilt would not disappear.

You two were traitors disguised as friends. You were here to collect info and tear this place down from the inside.

But it wasn’t easy. And when that day came, he knew as well that it would not be a good one. But for right now at least, the most he could do was push those thoughts aside and hope that the day of the reveal was still a ways away.

Right now, you both were enjoying this game of pretend.

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Kirishima Eijiro:

“And time.” Aizawa calls out, both students dropping their fists and defenses. Kaminari enthusiastically lets out a sigh and lays down on the cool concrete, his opponent not looking as happy as the blonde did.

Another training session where once again, all he could do was put up a defense and hope his opponent tired himself out. Sure, Kirishima had landed a few hits on Kaminari though the fight that lasted 10 minutes, but even so… he didn’t feel like he was doing so good.

“Clear out, Bakugou, Todoroki! You’re next!” Aizawa called out, Kirishima sulking off and walking towards the back of the crowd gathering to watch the two strongest students duke it out.

He was less than interested in watching them fight however, being more concerned instead with sitting down and letting his sore hands relax. Every part of him ached, and he couldn’t help but feel like he deserved it for being so useless once again.

Then from the corner of his downcast eyes, he saw a smaller figure standing in front of him. He glances up, his eyes widening to see his crush holding out a bottle of water and a smile towards him.

He blinks and accepts the water, cracking open the cap and taking a long and much needed sip from it. He lets out and exhausted breath. He mutters a thanks to her, expecting nothing of it.

“Well you deserved something, you fought really well. Especially against someone like Kaminari who’s tough to even get close to!” They gush to him and he blinks and stiffens at the sudden compliment.

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“You’re only of the few people in class who could get close to Kaminari! Usually people have to wait for him to finish discharging electricity to attack. But with you, you just harden your skin enough and dash forward, using your toughness to strike when the enemy is too shocked to do anything!”

“D-do you really see it as that? I thought I was just trying to get the upper hand…” He tosses his head to the side, causing his crush to notice his down behavior.

“Hmmm, well I think you’re an excellent fighter! And one of the nicest people I know! You’re going to be a great hero Kiri-kun!” (Name) throws their hands into the air and smiles brightly at Kirishima.

Kirishima’s mouth opens and he can’t form any words, and he chuckles in awkwardness. It felt really nice to have her complimenting him, and he was starting to accept that maybe he was being a bit too hard on himself. After all if someone as perfect as (Name) thought he was going to be a great hero, that had to be true… right?

“Thanks.” He responds and rubs the back of his neck, feeling a lot better from this short conversation.

“Huh? For what?” (Name) responds looking at him slightly concerned.

“For saying those nice things. I’m not all that great, but the fact that you're nice enough to try to make me feel better really helped.” He sighs, only to them have his temple flicked.

“Don’t make it sound like I’m a liar!” (Name) chides him, then presses their palms on Kirishima’s cheeks. “I said those things because they are true! And they are true because I’ve seen it with my own eyes and I know you are a good person at heart. And that quality is exactly what makes someone a great hero!”

“R-right. Sorry and thank you. I-I really appreciate it.” He stutters and (Name) removes their hands from his flushed cheeks.

“Good! Now remember that and if you don’t I’ll keep saying it until you do!” They cheer once again, leaning close and pressing a soft kiss on Kirishima’s cheek. “You’re amazing.”

(Name) smiles one last time, the blush on their cheeks slightly present, and then scurries away. Kirishima touches his hand to the part of his cheek where (Name)’s lips just were.

He feels a smile tugging on his features and he shakes his head. So much for feeling down, because he was as elevated as he could be from their pep talk.

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Bakugou Katsuki:

It was supposed to be simple: walk up and ask if she’d go to the dance with him. This little task seemed so easy compared to the training, fighting and villains he’s taken down. But of course, nothing simple or easy ever happens to Bakugou Katsuki.

He had tried to ask (Name) not once, but three separate times to the dance, and all three times, some shit had interrupted him before he could even begin to phrase the question to her.

Attempt 1:

It was at least an hour before he needed to leave for class, the main lounge in his dorm facility being pretty much empty. As he wandered downstairs he noticed her at the waffle iron, waiting for her choice breakfast to finish cooking.

“Morning Bakugou.” She greeted, her usual angelic voice sounding a bit tired, most likely since she had not been up for long yet.

“Yeah yeah, good fucking morning.” He grumbled, walking past her and slamming open the fridge to make himself something to eat as well.

“Always bright and cheerful I see.” She teased him, taking her waffle and putting it on a plate.

He glared at her and watched as she took a seat on one of the dining tables. Alone. In the empty lounge. Aside from herself and him.

Now or never right? Sure it wasn’t the most romantic, but at least no one would see him get embarrassed or worse, rejected...

“Hey dumbass.” He called out, walking towards her with a bowl of cereal and harshly setting it down across from her.

“Yeah?” She eyed him, curious as to what he wanted to ask her. He was usually grumpy, but the way he averted her eyes made her feel as if he was about to ask her something important.

“So that dan-”

“I DON’T KNOW WHAT THAT IS! BUT IT SMELLS GREAT!” Kaminari suddenly entered the room, eyeing (Name)’s waffle. She chuckled and rubbed his bed head worse, forgetting about Bakugou in the process.

“Want me to make you one?” She asked watching as Kaminari’s face lit up in delight and he nodded.

“Yes please!” He winked at her, causing the girl to chuckle and rise from her seat to make some more batter.

Kaminari returned the laugh, only to glance over and see Bakugou angrily eating his cereal, his ruby eyes looking to try to ignite the blonde on fire.

“What?” Kaminari asked and Bakugou scoffed, turning his gaze away and raised his lip in disatisfaction.

“Nothing, piss off.”

Attempt 2:

This morning had not worked out, but the day was still young. It was nearly lunch time, as Bakugou was glancing out the window. Whatever lesson was being taught was in the back of his mind while he tried to think of another plan.

He knew that he had to act fast, some of the other extras seemed to be wanting to ask her as well, but like hell would he allow (Name) to go to the dance with anyone that wasn’t him.

He had long accepted his crush on her, and was now more in the mindset to actually see of she returned these crummy feelings. He hated to admit it, but like a damn lovesick teenager, she had been filling his thoughts a lot lately. As she was right now.

The ringing of the bell made Bakugou return to reality, and watch as his classmates began to leave. He lingered back, knowing she was usually one of the last few people to leave the classroom. If he waited long enough, then once again it would just be the two of them and he could attempt to ask her, again.

She fiddled with her bag, making sure all her stuff was safely inside before grabbing her lunch and walking towards the door. (Name) paused when she felt a hand on her shoulder, and turned around to face the only other person who was still in the room.

“Hey.” She smiled, a faint blush rising to her cheeks when she saw it was Bakugou who was holding her back. “Sorry about this morning. Kaminari came in so suddenly i forgot about what you were trying to tell me.”

“Yeah…” Bakugou growled, his memory of earlier replaying making him scowl at that blonde haired idiot again. “Anyway, about what I was going to fucking tell you.”

“Yes?” She asked, her big (Eye color) orbs making him pause from how they pulled him in.

“Well dumbass I was wondering if you-”

“When the bell rings, it means everyone has to leave!” Iida shoved the classroom door open, his presidential side kicking in.

“Piss off Machine Legs!” Bakugou suddenly yelled out.

“L-lets just leave Kacchan alone…” Izuku mumbled, knowing full well not to get his childhood friend’s agitation levels up any higher.

“DEKU!” Bakugou lurched forward. “You get your shit friends out of here!”

“He’s really going at us, isn’t he Deku-kun?” Uraraka laughed.

Before Bakugou could wipe the floor with these intruders though, (Name) walked past him and bowed apologetically to Iida and company.

“Sorry, we were making light conversation and forgot. I apologize for the both of us.”

And with that she walked away and Bakugou had lost his chance yet again.

Attempt 3:

With two tries down the tube, it was time to throw courtesy out the window and just come out and say it to her! Luckily for Bakugou, being rude and blunt were some of his most well polished traits.

Currently, the two of you were playing villains during a training simulation. The opposing team was nowhere to be seen or heard of, so right now seemed like good time. Sure not the most appropriate, but better than the last two attempts.

(Name) was kneeling down, peaking around one corner, trying to see if anyone was around. Bakugou watched her keeping guard, and started to make his move.

“Hey, about earlier.”

“Earlier?”

“Shitface… I mean what I tried to tell you this morning and before lunch!”

“Right now isn’t a good time to bring this up Bakugou.” She scolded him and ran forward, Bakugou following her. She wanted to take down their classmates fast to be done with this exercise, but with Bakugou trying to distract her… she was feeling like this would take longer.

“Well too fucking bad, I’m gonna fucking get interrupted if I try to tell you in a regular fashion!”

“Bakugou! We need to worry about the heroes right now! This can wait!”

He opened his mouth to speak again when he suddenly felt himself get nailed in the back, and his feet feeling cold. Then something wrapping around his arms to subdue him from attacking back or escaping.

Well shit.

“Team Bakugou and (Name) are unable to move. Team Todoroki and Yaoyorozu win.”

The announcement wasn’t even the worst part of it all, as (Name)’s glaring face towards him really made him feel like an idiot, not to mention he was now on a major losing streak.

Present:

He sulked in his room, the day having not gone right for him a single time. And to make matters worse, after his irresponsible stunt during training, (Name) had been giving him the cold shoulder.

A soft knocking on his door alerted him that someone was waiting outside in the hallway for him. Begrudgingly he rose from his bed and walked to his door and slammed it open with such force that it knocked against the wall with a thud, the sound echoing down the hallway.

He felt his cheeks rise in embarrassment when he saw (Name) give him a concerned look and he clicked his tongue to hide it.

“You okay there? Want to try and slam the door a bit harder, I don’t think everyone on campus heard it.”

“Shut the fuck up… what do you want fuck face?”

“Well you’re tried to tell me something three times today and got interrupted each time. So I thought since classes are over I’d come and find you. And since you’re in your room, it means the chances of you getting interrupted are pretty low.”

He rolled his eyes, but internally thanked the stars for you coming to find him. He was going to ask you this time. The dance was next week and he was going to ask you to go with him to satisfy these damned lovey dovey emotions.

Grabbing your hand and pulling you inside his room, he locked the door and then turned to face you. You looked at him, eyes waiting patiently and he smirked.

“That dance is next week, wanna fucking go with me and have a terrible fucking time together?”

(Name) remained silent for a moment and Bakugou glared at her. She was getting back at him for earlier wasn’t she? Raising his damn anxiety at her little tease…

“Sure. Sounds fun. You better take me to dinner first and get me a bouquet.”

He groaned. “Fuck this is gonna be a ton of work, isn’t it?”

“Oh yes, so you better look nice and be on your best behavior.”

“I’ll act however I fucking want.”

“Sure sure.” (Name) walked back towards his door, unlocking it and stepping out. “So when are you gonna pick me up?”

“Around 6. Roses fucking decent enough for your spoiled ass?”

“I’m not picky. My dress is red, so wearing a tie that color, unless you want to look like a buffoon.”

“Fuck off.”

She winked before leaving and Bakugou smirked. It was going to be a fun night with her. And most importantly, he finally had her as his date.

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Todoroki Shouto:

How he had managed to get himself such a dedicated and loving and kind hearted omega was something Todoroki constantly asked himself every day into his relationship with her.

Being the alpha, it was his job to protect her and love her and of course be supportive and loyal to her and only her, but at the same time his own omega had shown those qualities in her own ways.

The day had run late, some villain attack making him come home later to his mate then he would have liked. He knew she wouldn’t be mad, but rather flash him that smile of hers and rub against his neck, trying to calm his tension with her calm scent.

He slid open the door to their apartment and kicked his shoes off, the outer parts of his hero costume coming next and being laid down on the table near the front door neatly.

The house was a bit quiet and he knew something was off. It was never quiet, as his omega usually sang or hummed as she cooked. He could smell her scent, its usual familiarity being now mixed with exhaustion and regret.

He didn’t waste another second, his alpha instincts screaming at him to find his omega and make sure she was okay. He had to hold her, scent her and let her know that he was here now and that she would be fine.

“(Name)!” Todoroki dashed into the kitchen and found her attempting to stand up. Her legs were shaking and she was holding her hand like like she had been hit with a mallet.

He rushed to her side and engulfed her into his arms, allowing his scent to mask her in his feelings of worry and protection. She hummed in response to him and his scent, already feeling slightly better that he was here with her now.

“Oh you’re home…” She mumbled, her voice strained. “I’m so glad… s-sorry dinner’s not ready yet. I guess my heat it coming a bit early...“

She laughs in an attempt to make it seem like this wasn’t a big deal, but she knew her mate better than that. He pulled away from her a tiny bit, enough for him to look at her and for her to look back at him.

Todoroki sighs and places a soft kiss on the top of her warm head. “I don’t care if dinner’s not ready. I don’t care if the house is a mess. I don’t care if you’re not the perfect mate. What I care about is that you’re okay and you’re safe. What I care about the most though is that you are healthy.”

She nodded and buried her face into his chest. “I love you Shouto.”

“I know you do, but stop trying to be so perfect. You already are. And besides if you’re heat is coming then you need to take care of yourself and if you can’t then it's my job.” His hand ran through her soft locks and she nodded.

“I know… I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, you’re doing what an omega should and I’m doing what an alpha should.” Todoroki paused trying to decide what to do next.

He gently lifted his omega up and brought her to their living room and placed her on the couch. “How about you build your nest (Name). I’ll handle dinner and when I’m done we can cuddle and watch a movie. I don’t want you pushing yourself with your heat coming.”

(Name) nodded and reached for a few blankets starting to build her nest to relax and feel safe in. Shouto sighed in relief glad to see her taking care of herself. Now it was his turn to make sure his omega was healthy and well. And as her alpha, he would always make sure she was, no matter what.

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He’d been carrying this burden since high school, but karma was not done making him pay for his past mistakes yet.

The word seemed the have flown over his head and he looked at the doctor once again. Clearing his throat and feeling his wife squeeze his hand in support, he asked once more for the man in white to repeat the news.

“Quirkless.”

That was the only word Bakugou picked up on. The only word he needed to hear in the first place to understand the situation he was in. Never in his life did the thought ever cross his mind that he would father a child who would be quirkless.

Never did the thought cross his mind that he would father a child who would be a ‘Deku’. He watched as his wife reached over and comforted the crying child, not fully understanding why their quirk had not manifested at the age of 5 and why it never would.

This was some twisted fate, wasn’t it? Some plan by someone up there to toy and make him regret every single self centered, arrogant and hostile remark he made made in his youth.

It was as if the big man on top had grabbed him by the collar and shook him silly all the while yelling “How does it look from the other side?”

His answer: it sucked.

Because he knew what his kid would go through. He knew the relentless bullying and the dark thoughts these bullies would put into his child’s mind. He knew because at one point he was the relentless bully. And though he still was much too prideful to admit it aloud, he knew what he did to Deku as a child was wrong.

And it took him years to crawl out of the self loathing inferiority complex he had built around himself because of it. His ego was not just a front at age 16, his ego was what was keeping him from having that mental breakdown and coming to the realization that being Bakugou Katsuki was not always a blessing.

He came out of it though, not completely free of his sins and past mistakes, but enough to start to realize them and attempt to make up for them. He knew that he didn’t deserve pity or respect, but as the walls came down and he returned to the land of the living from whatever far off place he had separated himself to, the people around him were willing to listen and willing to carry a piece of his crimes.

His burden was not over yet though, as he watched his wife comfort their child once again. His son cried the whole way home, begging his mother to explain why he didn’t have his father's quirk or his mother's.

Bakugou attempted to swallow another lump in his throat as he heard this, but then remembered that his throat was dried up as well. He staggered out a breath and saw his wife hugging their son. He knew no amount of comfort would fix this.

Nothing would.

“Go jump from the roof and pray to have a quirk in another life.”

The past remark bounced around in his messy head, the memory of that far off middle school classroom. The arrogant smirk he wore and the tortured face of his childhood friend, as well as the shocked faces of the two people he considered friends at that point in time.

How the hell would he comfort his son when he told someone just like him that he suggested suicide to them? It was unforgivable! It was inhumane! It was what came out of his mouth and no matter how many times he wished to undo it, he knew he never could.

“I think you should go talk to him Katsuki… he really needs his dad to tell him it's gonna be okay.” She spoke, bringing him out of this separated state from reality.

Katsuki shook his head. “And say what? That you’re more than likely going to be

called weak and defenseless all your life? And that you’re dream of being a hero like your old man is all but shot? Yeah… great fucking idea babe…”

“He needs his father right now.”

“He needs someone who can actually make him feel better.”

“And who could do that better than you or myself?! We’re his parents!”

“Deku! Kirishima! Hell even Uraraka or Todoroki! But not me!”

He slammed his fist into the couch and let out a staggered breath. (Name) looked at him in worry, knowing that he was taking this as hard as their son. But now considered that he might be taking it even further by his last actions.

“So you’re never going to talk to him?”

“No. I just fucking don’t know what I’m supposed to say!”

“Katsuki…” (Name) sighed, wrapping her arms around her husband and hugging him tightly. “If this is about how you treated everyone when we were kids-”

“Of fucking course it is! This has to be some kind of cosmic karma right? I fucking bullied the kid who didn’t have a quirk and regretted it later in life! But that wasn’t enough, not only do I get to carry around this burden of telling Deku to kill himself, but the universe up and decides to let me watch as my own kid suffers from some littles shits who will do exactly what I did!”

“Do you really think you’re the type of father- no, the type of person to sit around and watch people get picked on anymore?”

“I-” His mouth was closed by the familiar hand of his wife. Her eyes were stern and serious, but her arms were still warm and comforting. This was her famous look of ‘I know you better, so shut the fuck up and let me talk some sense into you’ aka the look that made him want to marry her in the first place.

“Don’t say anything, just listen for once in your life Katsuki.” (Name) breathed and brought him into another hug. He grumbled and returned the affection, allowing her to know that he would give it his best shot to do so.

“You are not who you used to be. If you were there was no chance in hell I would have let you marry me, let alone get me pregnant with your kid. I know you aren’t proud of that egotistical boy from the past, but you have turned into someone that I’m proud to call my husband.

You save people. So I doubt you wou ld let Katsuro get bul lied. I doubt you would let any kid get bullied! You know what it's like from both sides, and you are strong, brilliant and loyal to whatever cause you find worth it!

You think you’ll have this burden forever. And while i can’t say what you did in your youth was admirable… I can say that it shaped you into the man you are now. Into the hero you are now!

And right now.. Katsuro really needs one. But more importantly, he needs his father, not Izuku, not Eijiro, not Ochaco, not Shouto. He needs his father to tell him and help him get ready for what’s to come. I know you, and you won’t sugar coat it for him… you’ll tell him that this world is harsh and cruel.

But you’ll also tell him that if you believe in yourself… then anything is possible. Look at you as the prime example! You had the quirk everyone thought would be fit for a villain, but you became a hero and a damn good one at that!

So even if this burden is making you feel suffocated right now, even if you think this is some form of payback for past mistakes, just remember one thing Bakugou Katsuki…”

His wife pressed a kiss to his forehead and took his hands into hers. She let out a breath of air and met her (eye color) hues to his ruby red ones. She smiled through her tear stained eyes and squeezed both his palms.

“These hands belong to someone who saves people, these hands belong to someone who fell in love, these hands belong to someone who helped make and bring a child into this world… and these hands carry a burden that is never forgotten. These hands are strong because they belong to a Bakugou! And right now… these hands belong to someone who needs to go and help a smaller pair that’s trembling because they think they’ve let their idol down.

The owner of these hands need to let their son know that he’s not a failure to his father, because only his father can stop a similar burden from being placed on his son’s shoulders.”

Bakugou’s eyes widened and he bit his lip in anger at himself. He nodded against his wife and gently moved her aside, finally realizing how selfish he had been.

This had never been about just him. It was about all three of you, but most importantly his son Katsuro . His son who carried the same guilty conscious and the same pair of ruby red eyes.

Bakugou slowly crept up to the familiar bedroom of his child and knocked waiting for it to be opened. He knew the weight was on his shoulders, but he needed to try. He needed to let his kid know he wouldn’t have to carry this burden alone.

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Iida Tenya:

“You’re what?!” Mina cried and looked around at the training grounds that their class had just been brought to.

“Yeah, I’m their daughter, and this training resort is part of my family’s business.” (Name) smiled and watched as some of her classmates reacted to this little reveal. Though it was not little at all, as a matter of fact it was huge.

The (Last Name) company were some of the leading teachers, inventors and activist in the hero industry. From their labs that made the best hero gear to their offices that hired some of the best rising stars, if you got picked up by them you were set for the big time.

“Everyone relax… (Last Name)-san has agreed to let us use their training facilities today due to (Name)-san being in our class. That does not mean you all can act as you please, treat this field trip like any other training.” Aizawa rounded in his students and gestured to the man who had been introduced as your father a moment ago.

“Hello Class 1-A, my daughter tells me a lot about you. Therefore I’ll let you have the run of our state of the art facilities today. However, before you get you access passes, I ask that you all do a one on one sparing to calculate your skills.

When done you access cards will show your stats and made suggestions on what part of our training areas would benefit you the most. Now who wants to go first?”

Twenty-one arms shot into the air as well as shouting and calls to be picked to go first and thus get access to this amazing industry as fast as they could.

“Iida-san. (Name)-san.” Aizawa called out. “You two go first, as you both were being the most polite to (Last Name)-san.”

You and Iida exchanged friendly glances before you both took spots on the opposite ends of the ring.

“Don’t go easy on me okay? Give it your all or you won’t get an accurate rating!” You called out to Iida, you heart thumping softly as he gave you a thumbs up and a smile.

“And-” You father held his hand in the air the waved it down. “-BEGIN!”

Iida was fast and was quickly at your side, raising a leg in an attempt to kick you in the side and send you flying out of the ring. You had expected this though and used your reflexes to dodge him.

He watched as you jumped over him and tucked and rolled away from him to ensure a safer distance away from the blue eyed male. When you had gotten back up, Iida had wasted no time and flung a fist your way.

You barely had time to register as he scraped against you arm. You jumped and kicked him in the chest, pushing him back a couple feet as you did so. You let out a tired breath, seeing as your own stamina was dropping by the minute having to keep up with such a quick opponent.

You had to think of a way to slow him down or distract him and fast!

Iida reached out to grab you and was surprised when you allowed him to bring you close to him, ready to toss you out of the ring. But then he froze when you tossed your arms his neck.

“Sorry about this, but my dad’s watching and I want to impress him!” (Name) declared and then smacked her lips onto the class president’s.

Iida froze in his movement, his grip on the girl letting go completely and his mind sparking at what was happening. You had completely broken him down by one kiss.

“EHHHHH?!” Your class cried, watching the scene unfold.

“SHE TOOK A NOTE FROM MS.MIDNIGHT!” Kaminari called out

“A kiss in battle? That’s q-quite a tactic…” Izuku scribbled away.

You broke the kiss and smiled sweetly at Iida who was slowing coming back to reality from his sudden journey to paradise. You saw him blink and knew that now was the best moment to fling him out of the ring.

“Sorry Iida-kun! About that… and this!” You cried and released a burst of wind, sending the male flying out of the ring and hitting a bush.

The buzzer sounded and everyone looked around dumbfound.

“Where did you learn to do that?!” Kirishima demanded.

“Her mother…” You father trailed off, and gave his daughter a thumb’s up for her actions. He was a proud papa that day.

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Oh! Can I have a scenario with a girls day of Class 1-A? The girls are planning a day together and the guys are tempted to spy on their day? Something fun for them. XD

“Does everyone have their bags? And does everyone have what they need in their bags?” Momo asked, glancing around at her girlfriends. Her motherly instinct was kicking in, though all the girls were grateful for her reminders.

“All set here!” Ochaco sang and clapped her hands together, smiling brightly.

“I’m so excited!” Toru cheered and jumped up and down a few times.

The girls were all huddled near the front door of the dorms, double checking their persons and getting ready for their exciting day out. It had taken them a few good weeks to plan, organize and set aside time for a girls day and now that it was here, nothing was going to ruin it!

“You ladies heading out somewhere?”

Their faces all dropped at the sound and the realization that something or rather someone's could definitely ruin this day for them if they didn’t get their point across here and now.

Glancing to the person and his accomplices who were walking down the stairs from their side of the dorms, the girls nodded to his question.

“We’re going out to see a movie, shop and grab some food.” Jirou stated, and watched as her friends cheered at the exciting day ahead.

“Awe really!” Kaminari snapped his fingers. “I’ve been wanting to go see that new horror movie!”

“Ah the one about that scary clown!” Kirishima joined in.

“Hell yeah! Mind if we join you girls? We can see it together!”

Kaminari watched as the girls exchanged glances and nodded to each other.

“No.” They all spoke back.

“Huh? Why not?” Kirishima pouted, his excitement dying down.

“Because it’s a girl’s day. No boys allowed!” Toru broke the news.

“You won’t even know we’re there!” Sero spoke up, deciding that he needed to enter the conversation as well.

“Sorry guys, but it’s a girl’s day.” Mina chuckled to the boys she hung out with a lot.

And with that they left before another word could be said on the matter. But that was not the end of that.

“Huh! They think they can have a better girl’s day then us?” Kaminari cried out and turned to his buddies. “Gather all the dudes! We’re having our own guy’s day out!”

“Are we going to gossip and get make overs too?” Kirishima chuckled and Sero playfully smacked his shoulder from the comment.

“I mean… if you want to Kirishima.” Sero laughed along with the redhead, while Kaminari planned out their own version of today.

Later~

“How does this one look?” Mina asked, twirling around in a yellow sundress she had decided to try on.

“You’ve look good in nearly everything you’ve tried on Mina-chan.” Tsu complimented her.

“You’re so pretty Mina!” Toru spoke, showing off her own outfit that was pink, frilly and had plenty of ribbons on it.

“You look good too Toru!” Momo bubbled, swiping her card at the cashier who was near where the girls were trying on clothes.

The girls sighed in envy as Momo had practically bought half the store. It must be so wonderful being rich.

With their new purchases there and their meal together being the only thing left, they headed towards the food court. The day had been long but so wonderful. The romantic comedy was cheesy, but the lead actress played such a good part that none of them could hate on it as much as they wanted too.

Afterwards, there was plenty of shopping: from toy stores to clothing store all 6 of them had spent a good amount of yen on items they wanted to treat themselves too. And now the heavy bags they were carrying were perfect examples of this.

Crossing across the main section of the mall, they made small conversation with each other or at least until Tsu spotted something interesting and stopped walking. She tilted her head to the side and decided to ask her girlfriends for a second opinion on what she believed she was looking at.

“Hey…” Tsu pondered and pointed to a familiar group of males. “Are those the guys?”

“Oh yeah it is!” Ochaco observed. “Though they look kinda grumpy…”

Sure enough, the males looked rather irritated with each other, as if the whole day had gone to shot ebcause of their continuous actions and personal quirks.

And it had.

“Am I supposed to say something?” Todoroki glanced at the girl Kaminari had attempted to hit on.

“Dude you are supposed to back me up when I hit on a cutie!” Kaminari sighed.

“This is fucking stupid… I wasted my day off on you shits…” Bakugou scoffed and saw Izuku coming back.

“Guys! There’s a sale on All Might merch at Cold Topic!” He cried only to be shoved aside by his childhood friend.

“FUCKING MOVE THEN SHIT HEAD!” Bakugou bolted towards the store, not caring about the people he shoved out of the way as he did so.

“I had no idea Bakugou liked All Might that much…” Iida mumbled watching as Kirishima chased after the boy asking him to be more polite to the fellow shoppers.

“Yeah… he’s kinda a big fan..” Izuku mumbled back the memories of their childhood obsession coming back to is mind. “He might even like All Might more then me…”

“Excuse me.” A security guard approached the males. “We’ve got several complaints and would like to ask you all to leave the premises.”

“Huh?” Kaminari cried as two more guard came up, holding fuming Bakugou and an apologetic Kirishima. “We haven’t done anything!”

“Disturbing the peace, sexual harassment, pushing and shoving other shoppers, not to mention how rude the blond kid is…” The officer motioned to Bakugou who was swearing up a storm. “So we’re going to be escorting you all out.”

The boys sighed in defeat and did as told. Meanwhile the girls chuckled to themselves from behind a plant.

“Amateurs…” Jirou chuckled knowing full well that a perfect day like they all had just had took time and planning… something the boy’s didn’t know.

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Bakugou Katsuki:

The sun beat down harshly, the cicadas echoing their cries as the evening grew closer and closer by the seconds. The sounds of a two pairs of feet thumping along the pavement alerting other creatures near of the two figures coming out of the beating distance.

His bag was over his shoulder, a glare ever present and shooting anyone who looked at him one nasty look back. Aside him was a girl, her arms cradling a cat she had found abandoned on the street a few blocks back.

“It’s getting warmer out, guess summer’s coming closer.”

She mumbled out, glancing at a pair of children sitting on the swings at a park across the road. Her company grunted, his response to her statement. He paused at the stoplight with ehr, waiting for the light to change for them to cross.

“It’s nearly July, or course it's getting warmer.” Came his gruff reply and harsh tone directed to who knows who.

“I’ve never been fond of the summer time…” She mumbled and sighed as his red eyes could be felt on her person.

He didn’t respond, not knowing what exactly to say to such a statement. He for one enjoyed the summer, sure it got hot, but it was still much better than winter in his own opinion.

The cat in her arms squirmed out of her arms and landing in front of the pair. It wasted no time in spiriting across the road. He watched as the girl suddenly chased after it, ignoring the beating red sign and the sounds of the truck coming forward.

He watched in terror as the girl ran forward and turned around enough in time to give him one last smile before the truck slammed into. He screamed out in despair as the truck, pavement and parts of his school uniform were stained red. The sounds of tires screeching and the sight of the girl mangled and torn alerted him to what had just happened.

He collapsed onto his knees and held his stomach, the smell of death thick in the air and making his stomach churn. The body burned against the hot pavement and the cicadas were louder than ever. He turned to look for help, as he needed to do something. He saw a figure close by, a blurred image of a man with a small sadistic smile chuckling at the scene

He turned to scream at the person who had stood by and taken the death of this girl with such little concern. But when he did he saw himself looking back at him. But this wasn’t him as the color palette was of. Black where it should have blond, blue where it should have been red.

‘It was bound to happen. But is this a dream or reality? Try to find out Bakugou Katsuki…’

The buzzing of an alarm ripped him out of his sleep and he jolted almost forgetting about the bombs inside of his hands. He evened out his breathing trying to recall exactly what had just happened and who exactly was that girl.

Shrugging and deciding to ignore the strange dream, Bakugou got up from his bed and decided to get ready for his classes for that day. His uniform was clean, no stains of red or marks from tears… so it really was a dream?

He opened and walked out of his dorm room, the corner of his eye catching Kirishima walking out as well. He ignored the red head’s greeting and shuffled out, ready to get today over with so he could sleep and have a better night than the one he had last night.

“You look exhausted man.” Kirishima spoke and Bakugou shook his head.

“Couldn’t sleep for shit.”

The two made idle conversation, not caring about who picked up on the conversation or who came by. The two had nearly reached UA’s main building when Kirishima paused at the sensation of someone tapping on his shoulder.

“Huh?” The hardening boy turned to look at who had tried to get his attention. “Can I help you?”

Bakugou turned around as well wanting to know who was bothering him and Kirishima on the way to class. He slammed his lips together as tightly as he could when he saw the ghostly familiar face and the same cat being held in the non-bloodied arms.

“Oh sorry. I’m new and can’t seem to find my classroom. Could you help me?” The girl spoke, scratching the cat behind its ears and having the creature meow in delight.

“Sure, what room are you looking for? I’m Kirishima Eijiro by the way!”

“Class 1-A, I’m a new transfer. I’m (Name).” She spoke and suddenly winced as the cat broke out of her grasp and took off away from its owner. “Oh no! Leo!”

She took off after the cat the next second, running straight for the street by the entrance of UA. Her from disappearing becoming one with the summer heat was all too familiar, all too frightening for him.

Dropping his school bag and spiriting forward, he nearly took off her arm as Bakugou jerked her away from the main gate. He watched as the cat dashed towards the park near the academy and then lowered his gaze to the girl he was still holding in a death grip.

“Um could you let me go? I have to get my cat back!” She declared and pulled at his arm in an attempt to get away.

Bakugou realized the situation and shook his head. “Shut up! You were about to run into traffic like a dumbass! You should be thankful, I just saved your fucking life!”

(Name) blinked and  pointed towards where her cat had run off too. “Well thanks, but I need to get my cat!”

“Calm down, I know where the shit went. I’ll lead you there.” He grumbled and paced towards the back of UA. This path would avoid the street, and was more closed off since it was still in UA’s area.

The two of you walked in silence as you paced by machinery, cement and other tools used for construction. Bakugou sighed as the sun beat down on him, even this early in the morning he was starting to sweat from the summer heat.

“It’s getting warmer out, guess summer’s coming closer.”

He stopped walking and looked at the girl he had met no more than 10 minutes ago. His red eyes bore into her and her haunting sentence, the same way that started everything in a reality that wasn’t a reality at all.

“Are you okay? Are you having a case of heat stroke….”

‘Don’t say it… please don’t say it fucking girl…’ he begged and watched as her mouth opened up again, a small frown on her face she did so.

“This is why I’m not fond of the summer time…”

He bit his lip, memories coming back or rather scenes from a certain dream. The red staining his mind, he grabbed her again and shoved her back to the direction they had come from. He wasn’t going to risk it, not a chance in hell he would witness such a gruesome thing again.

“Hey… I think the two of us should fucking leave.”

He grabbed her hand and dragged her back towards the main campus. Even if she was protesting he didn’t care. If his dream was becoming reality… then he had to keep this girl away from the street at all costs.

He didn’t want to see her body break into millions of bloodied pieces again, nor did he want that guilt of watching her die and not doing anything to come back. He was going to save you, no matter how long or how much work he had to put into it.

The two of you had nearly arrived back where Kirishima and him had originally been contacted by her. He was so distracted by the thought of his dream that when he let you go and stormed off… he didn’t notice the movements of his peers.

Suddenly a good lot and more as the seconds passed looked up and saw the bundle carrying multiple beams of steel cracking. Then the screams of dozens of students as the cracking let out a loud simple crack.

He watched as the beams fell, directly to where he had just been standing. The image of the girl looking up as well and her body gritting together at the thought of what was about to happen.

He screamed and shot out a hand towards her. He desperately wanted to reach and pull her away but he was too rash and had distanced himself too far away once again.

He watched as one beam impaled directly through the chest, her body sticking on it as the beam rested upwards after landing and making a hole in the ground. Then came the rest of the beams, separating her arms and legs from her body and allowing a spray of red to enter the air.

Bakugou watched once again as she died in front of him, the cries and screams of his classmates drowned out by the sight he had witnessed not once but twice now. His body trembled as he realized he had once again allowed this girl to die on his watch and that once again he watched it happen due to a mistake he could have prevented.

‘It was bound to happen. But is this a dream or reality? Try to find out Bakugou Katsuki…’

He blinked up and saw himself with the opposite colors smiling down at him, pointing to the dead girl who was rotting in front of him. He blinked his blurry eyes when he saw her hand extended out towards him, the visible part of her face smiling towards where he had been when he let her go.

“Strange that she was smiling in the end huh? Too bad this isn’t a dream”

Opposite Bakugou chuckled and then the world faded to black.

“Bakugou-san!” Iida’s voice echoed in his head and Bakugou raised his head up from his desk to glare at the class president who had woken him up from his slumber. “Free period does not mean its time to nap! As your president I’m worried about your lack of slee-”

“Shut it Machine Legs… I’m fucking tired and  now I have a headache too…” He growled and heard the distant sounds of someone giggling.

“Geez Bakugou-kun. I never knew you always woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”

He glared at (Name) who was situated between Kaminari and Mina near his desk. Her head tilted to the side and he glared at the girl, not caring that she was this happy when he was miserable.

“Maybe if I stopped having such terrifying dreams…” He mumbled and she stopped her laughing.

“You’re having nightmares?” She coaxed him to share, walking over to his desk and sitting down near it, so it would only be the two of them in this conversation. “What about?”

He opened his mouth to tell her to fuck off, but paused as the past two scenes among many others came back to him. The way he gripped his hair and bit his lip hard enough to draw blood made (Name) concerned and she gently grabbed him and helped him up.

“Iida-kun, Bakugou-kun is a bit sleep deprived. Since its last period, I’m going to walk him back to his house. I want to make sure he rests up.” She grabbed both their things, ignoring Bakugou’s protests that he was fine.

“I understand, see that he is fit and ready for school tomorrow!” Iida waved them off.

Once out and walking down the street, Bakugou pushed her away and grabbed his bag. He didn’t know why he was so shaken up by those disturbing dreams, they were just dreams right?

“I don’t need you to walk me fucking home…” He spat at her and she sighed, keeping up with his pace as they walked along the scorching path.

Bakugou could feel himself sweating, his legs giving into the sudden exhaustion of his body and mind. She noticed right away and pulled him towards a park. Sitting him down on one of the two swings, (Name) reached into her back and pulled out a water bottle.

“Here, I don’t want you passing out on me. It's hot so you should be drinking something more often.”

He didn’t argue, just clicked his tongue and snatched the water from her. He chugged it down, the cool liquid waking him up more from the reality he was in or believed to be in.

“This hot weather is why I’m not fond of the summer time…”

His grip on the water left and the canteen made a clattering sound as it hit the ground, the remaining water pouring out onto the dirt ground. (Name) glanced up in concern at her companion from this sudden action.

Bakugou shook his head, trying to figure out what the hell was exactly going on. Everytime she said that… something bad began to happen starting with that damned-

“-oh look a cat.” (Name) mumbled and Bakugou stood up and stomped towards the creature resting near the slide.

“GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE YOU BAD OMEN!” He yelled at the feline, diving forward and smacking the ground with a large explosion.

The cat scampered away, one of its back paws limping as it did so. He had done it, with that cat away from her, (Name) won’t die.

“What was that for? That kitty did nothing wrong and you hurt it!” (Name) cried out, her form rushing past him and following the cat.

Her figure rushed to the street, the sounds of traffic hitting his head like a drum as she neared closer to the crosswalk. She spotted the limping cat tending to its wound across the street and run into the street, not caring to look or spot the incoming truck.

You had realized too late as the sounds of a horn entered your ears and you froze like a deer watching as the ton of metal neared you. But then suddenly you were harshly grabbed and were pushed back, the blur of something else taking your place.

Bakugou let out a sour chuckle as he watched her get completely out of the way of the incoming truck, now coming directly at him. He saw from the corner of his blurrying eyes the reverse him watching with wide eyes and he smirked at him.

“Guess I won huh? It was bound to happen. But is this a dream or reality? Try to find out other Bakugou Katsuki…”

He repeated the line to the him that looked on in defeat. He had given himself  exactly what he wa meant to get. And as the feeling of being crushed by the truck came over him, he waited for death to come.

“That was foolish you know.” She spoke to him, waking him from his slumber.

Her arm was tossed lazily across him, her from being covered by one of his t-shirts and her cascading across the pillow and top of his chest.

“I don’t care how fuckig dumb it was, I’d save you over and over again..”

“Why?” She asked separating herself from him, her scent reminding him of his cologne. “Why did you keep trying? We didn’t even know each other in some of those incidents…”

He glanced up at her and sighed. “To be honest, I wasn't’ fucking sure at first… but I guess it's cause I really couldn’t stand the thought of you fucking dying and me not being able to do anything but watch.”

“Is that your way of saying you love me Bakugou Katsuki?”

“Whatever makes you sleep at night…” He grumbled and the felt his cheeks warm up as (Name) came closer and nipped at his cheeks. She kissed him across his face until she paused at his ear.

“Katsuki.” She whispered into his hair. “ Wake up. ”

His sore red eyes blinked open and he glanced around his surroundings. The sounds of beeping and his body wrapped in bandages made it easy to realize where he was. A hospital, meaning he had survived the event and that she was still alive.

“Oh goodness he’s awake!” Her voice cried out and he glanced to see a few familiar faces near him.

His father sighing in relief in contrast to his crying mother who looked ready to beat the shit out of him. Near them was Kirishima who looked to just have had a weight lifted from him and her.

She smiled softly as him, coming forward and gently taking his injured hand into hers. “Dumbass… you nearly got yourself killed cause I was too stupid to look before I ran into the street…”

Bakugou scoffed and looked away from her. His face was covered in a blush, as he realized these dreams with her were far from over. But he didn't mind them, as long as she wasn’t dying in them any longer.

“Stop chasing cats dumbass…”

Chapter Text

“Your dorm room is kinda strange.” (Name) stated and glanced around at the amounts of random items their boyfriend had in this small space.

“Really? The other guys said so too.” Kaminari replied back, sitting on his bed and rolling one of his shoulders in an attempt to relieve them of the soreness from training. “They said it looked like I had just thrown random stuff in here.”

“Hmm… well I’d say it just looks more like you just have a lot of interests and too many things.” You giggled and turned to look at your exhausted boyfriend.

“That’s what I’m saying! They made it seem as if I was on a spending spree to just fill up my room! Thank God you get me (Name)!” Kaminari pointed both of his fingers at you and flashed you a smile.

You smiled softly and crept forward towards the boy. He opened watched as you crawled on the bed towards him and enveloped him in your warm arms and chest. He knew he was most likely blushing by how hot he felt from the sudden embrace, but remained as he liked it.

(Name) moved away a second later and pulled their face to his cheeks and lightly rubbed their nose against his flushed skin. They pressed their lips to his cheek and left small light kisses all along his face. It was not needy or intimate, but instead just sweet and cute, just like them.

“You feel okay lately?” Denki mumbled out as he felt you motion for him to lay down on your lap.

“Yeah, just dandy. Why?” You responded, running digits through his bright locks in a continuous motion. He relaxed under their touch and let out an exhausted breath he didn’t know he had.

“You just seem more affectionate than usual, not that I mind…” He spoke softly and trailed his voice off on the last part.

You lowered your head and connected his lips to yours. Denki closed his eyes as you kissed him, his rough and bruised lips meeting smooth and warm ones. He felt you remove yourself from his lips and instead rest your forehead on his, the awkward angle not bothering either of you too much.

“Hmmm is there something wrong with me giving you extra love my baby~” You cooed, knowing he was anything but a baby.

“No… but I do worry that my lover is worrying about me too much…” He remarked, propping one eye open to look at you.

“And if I am?”

“Then I’d want you to tell me why? I’m your boyfriend, so the last thing I want is for you to deal with something on your own.”

“You’re too sweet for your own good Denki-kun.” You placed a kiss on his temple and then starting petting his head again. “I suppose I’m just scared… scared that something bad will happen to you... “

“Don’t be.” Came his reply. “I can take care of myself just fine…”

“I know that… but that doesn’t make me not worry… after all-” You stopped yourself when a single teardrop fell onto Denki’s forehead. “Sorry, I guess I've been holding this in for a while…”

“Talk to me babe.” He spoke and got up from your lap and wrapped his arms around you. “I don’t want to see you cry.”

“Everything’s just happened so fast… your class has suffered so much and I’m worried that one day… it’ll be you. Iida, Todoroki & Midoriya were almost killed the Stain, Bakugou got kidnapped by the League of Villains, Kirishima nearly killed himself during his internship… and that’s only a few personal cases!”

Denki sighed and pulled you both down so you two were laying on his bed. His face was buried in your chest, his calm breathing doing the same effect to you. You sniffled and wrapped your arms around him as well.

“I’m not going anywhere. I know it’s a pretty bad promise cause neither of us know what the future holds… but at least for right now and in this moment, I’m not leaving you. And if I had the ability too, I would make that be forever.

I could always tell you not to worry, that I’m strong and have strong people around me… but I know that won’t stop you from feeling worried. So I guess what i can do is be more practical, okay?”

“What do you mean?” You asked, the tears finally stopping as you listened to him comfort you and the beating of his heart letting you know that he was here next to you and fine.

“If I’m ever in a dangerous situation by myself and overwhelmed, I’ll run for backup. I won’t try and do something reckless, I’ll play it smart. Sound good?”

“Y-yeah.” You smiled and felt him fumbling around to find your hand since he was still relaxing on your chest. “Dumbass, don’t be lazy~”

You connected your hand to his and he laughed at your remark. The two of you remained silent for a minute, listening to the various noises from the other dorms as the night continued on.

“Hey (Name)?”

“Yeah?”

“You know I love you, right?”

“Yeah Denki, I know you do.”

“Good.”

“Hey Denki?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you more.”

He laughed again and lifted his face from your chest and gave you a wink. You giggled as he kissed your temple.

“Now that I disagree with.”

Chapter Text

The sounds of something being dragged through the hallways alerted the girl's side of the dorm that something was happening. Being curious as to what the sound was, along with who was making it, the small group of girls from class 1-A made their way to the second floor.

They soon found the source of the noise coming from none other then (Name) herself, who appeared to be duct taping pillows along her body, groaning as yet another one fell off her form and onto the ground.

“Ummm (Name)-chan?” Uraraka piped up, causing the (hair color) girl to turn and look at her friend. “What exactly are you doing?”

Said girl smirked and moved aside, pointing to the stairwell down to the common area. The girls approached cautiously and looked down at the stairs, and blanked at what was seen.

Near the bottom of the stairs were Kirishima & Kaminari positioning a mattress (most likely what was being dragged) and scattering it with more pillows. By your feet was a tray most likely stolen from the cafeteria, and thus, it did not take long for them to put two and two together.

“You’re going to get hurt.” Jirou bluntly said and you brushed her concern away with a laugh.

“Nonsense! I have pillows on every major part of my body!”

“I don’t think pillows will protect you from crashing into the front door…” Momo tried to warn you and hopefully convince you otherwise.

“Kaminari-kun & Kirishima-kun are laying down pillows, so I’m sure nothing bad will happen! Anyway, you guys should head downstairs! I gotta warn up for my big entrance!”

Sighing, and knowing all too well this reckless behavior of yours, the girls walked down the stairs in the manner they were meant to be and paused at the bottom. Glancing around it appeared that a few other classmates had also walked in on this strange display.

Izuku, Todoroki & Iida were sitting on a couch across the way and watched as Kirishima & Kaminari set up the last of the pillows making a very thin layer between the floor and however would be stupid enough to attempt this.

Sero was next to them, a camera in hand and smiling. Kaminari stood up and admired his work as Kirishima gave you the thumbs up. Looks like everything was all set up and ready for your dive down the stairs.

“Don’t hurt yourself! None of us are going to clean up your blood!” Mina teased you, her out of all the girls not being very worried or concerned.

You chuckled to yourself and made sure your bodysuit of pillows was secure. Your heart was pumping with excitement as you kicked the dining tray closer to the peak of the stairs. You sat down right on it and glanced towards, imagining the rush of adrenaline you were about to have.

“Why are you fucks standing around?” An angered voice suddenly called and you perked up.

“Yo Bakugou! (Name)’s just about to attempt her next daring feat! Kaminari informed him and the ash blonde suddenly stopped pacing towards the kitchen.

“Huh? What’s that dumbass doing now?” He called out and came towards the stairwell. He glanced at his ‘friends’ who pointed up and looked to see you smiling and waving down at him.

“Heyo Katsu-kun!” You used one of the nicknames he hated.

“Are you trying to get yourself killed?!” He shouted up at you.

You shrugged and pointed to the pillow on your chest, held down by measly duct tape. “I took the proper safety precautions!”

“A damn pillow ain’t gonna keep you from cracking your head open!”

“I’ll be fine! And besides, if all goes to hell…” You tilted your head to the side and gave off an innocent smile. “...you’ll catch me right?”

Bakugou balled his left hand into a fist and shot his right hand at you, his finger pointing directly at you. “NO WAY IN HELL! If you get hurt, I’ll let you!”

You giggle, seeing as your little flirt had made him turn the tsundere tendencies on high. He turned away from the direct line of your path and you readied yourself.

“How’s it looking?” You called below, double checking to make sure your whole form was on the tray meant to carry food.

“Pillows spread over a wide area!” Kaminari called out, his hand shouting out and giving you a thumb’s up.

“Camera’s ready!” Sero reported in, and copied Kaminari’s thumb’s up.

“And no one is in the way! Go for it (Name)-chan!” Kirishima concluded, his thumb’s up joining the other ones.

“Don’t encourage her you fucks! We all know she does this shit for attention!” Bakugou called out from wherever he had disappeared to. You thought he had left, but it looked like he had stayed around.

You smiled softly at this. Even if he said he didn’t care and had just claimed you were an attention and thrill seeker, you couldn’t be mad at him. He was brash and harsh, but you loved challenges and winning that boy’s heart was the most challenging one yet.

Shaking your head from your own train of thought involving yourself and your feelings for this hot head, you took a deep breath. It was now or never.

“Now I just have to gracefully cascade down the stairs on this tray…” You mumbled and pushed yourself forward.

You took off at a fast speed, the stairs blurring to look like a flat path. You chuckled in excitement as you collided with the mattress at the bottom. In the original plan, the mattress would take away any speed and kinetic energy that you had gathered from the stairs and have you safely crash.

But you had relied on the math and science skills of Kaminari & Kirishima. They were great guys, but they lacked skills in those areas. So of course, you didn’t stop when you hit the mattress.

Instead, you bounced and flew off the tray, and soon were airborne. You cursed yourself for such a dumb decision and knew that in a moment or two you would soon be feeling the consequences of it.

Your mind raced with the possibilities: you’d crash into the door and crack it, landing on the pavement. Or you would smash through a window and get cut up from the broken glass. God forbid you somehow changed directions and were now flying towards one of your classmates, thus raising the injury total to 2 or more…

You closed your eyes in preparation, but soon found yourself in someone’s tight grasp. You blinked and saw you were being held in someone's muscular arms like a bride on top of the coffee table near Izuku, Todoroki & Iida.

The came the sudden heat on your lower back and neck and you soon realized who exactly had saved you from disaster. You looked up and met the raging red eyes of Bakugou. His upper lip was visibly twitching and his orbs knitted together to glare down at you.

He was doing his best to make sure his quirk didn’t hurt you, but you knew the heat from them was due to how angry he was at your recklessness.

“Wow! He moved so fast! I’ve never seen Bakugou-kun propel himself with his quirk that well! He must have been really worried about you (Name)-chan!” Toru bubbled and then earned Bakugou’s glare in her direction.

“I was not fucking worried!” He yelled out, but convinced no one.

“Ah, don’t be embarrassed Bakugou! Saving the girl from danger is what real men do!” Kirishima called to him.

“I only grabbed her cause she would have knocked our front door off it’s fucking hinges!”

“I don’t know why you feel the need to lie… she only does this for your attention and it’s obvious you like her back…” Todoroki mumbled next to the two of you.

“H-Huh! Todoroki-kun!” You blushed and tried to move out of Bakugou’s arms. His grip tightened when you did this though and you stopped moving.

“Are you looking for a fight Half and Half?” Bakugou growled and marched forward, seeming to have forgotten about you in his arms.

“Not when you’re carrying someone. Honestly if you still intend on pretending to not have feelings for her, then don’t carry her like you both just got married.”

Todoroki stalked off and bakugou growled and looked down at you. You blinked and turned away from him. He let you go a second after wards placing you on the couch before charging after Todoroki.

“I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU ICY HOT!”

You could only sit and go over what had just happened… maybe you should increase these activities if it meant Bakugou would hold you like that again… yeah maybe you should.

Chapter Text

Todoroki Shouto:

Maybe he was more than a hand crusher? In the past whenever Todoroki Shouto was around, someone he held dear would get their hand messed up. But this time, this time was different.

Instead of Midoriya or Iida getting hurt, it had been you. The girl from general studies who he just so happened to strike up a conversation with one day. He had been in the library one afternoon and you were an assist there.

It was as clique as they come, falling for a librarian after all. But Todoroki was pretty clique at times himself. But even so, his chance encounter with you blossomed into something more. He soon started finding himself in the library during your assistance times and striking up conversations with you about books and the mundane events of both your lives and differing curriculums.

Soon he had invited you to join him and his group for lunch, to which you accepted. From that point on, you had sat with him regularly at lunch: always squished between himself and Tsuyu. He had gotten used to the sounds of your laughter when Ochaco made a joke, or your scoff when Mineta attempted to make some type of sexist remark.

It was not long before Todoroki realized that he was in love with you. But he was much too afraid to say anything. He’s rationality was that if he had inherited half his father’s power, then at least some part of his personality would be from that man as well.

And he was not willing to take the risk that he would treat you the way his father treated his mother. Todoroki would much rather watch you from a safe distance then risk it. As much as he loved you, longed to touch and be with you… it was too heavy on himself.

The day had started out normal, classes for general subjects went by without a hitch and by lunch you had happily sat down with his usual group of friends. Izuku gushed about something, Iida was energetic about this, Ochaco was giggling at that. He watched as Tsu smacked Mineta with her tongue, thus knocking the small pervert out. Nothing seemed out of place, but for some reason, Shouto could not shake this ominous feeling.

You had taken notice and gently poked his cheek on his cold side. He turned and looked at you, feeling both sides of him start to raise in body temperature. You smiled and pushed forward a container of something.

“I made everyone cookies that look you!” You buzzed happily and opened the box to show the artistic cookies that had been designed to look like the 6 heroes in training.

“Wah! They’re so cute (Name)-chan!” Uraraka smiled and grabbed her cookie form. She took a quick snap of it before taking a bite. “Ah! And they taste good too!”

Soon enough everyone had grabbed their designated cookie except for Todoroki, who still seemed a bit on edge. You tilted your head in worry and tapped him once more. “Todo-kun? Are you feeling okay?”

“H-huh? Oh.. um yes. Just a bit on edge today I suppose.” He mumbled, glancing at you for a second before staring down at his ignored lunch.

“You should eat though.” You warned him and he sighed, knowing better than to worry you further.

“Of course. And thanks for the cookie.” He smiled softly, feeling rather happy to have you hold him in such a place of worry, meaning you cared for him as well.

If the afternoon had stayed that way it would have been perfect, but of course when attending UA the risk of something going wrong at the worst time was always high.

You had been walking with their group, lunch now over and there hero portion of the day about to begin. Uraraka had urged you to walk with them since you could go late to your shift at the library today.

You didn’t want to disappoint her, so you had agreed to tag along, but just to the changing rooms. If it had stayed that way, things would have been fine, you would have been fine.

Soon enough you were meeting the other 14 members of class 1-A and talking to them while they waited for their teacher to arrive. You had been having a lively conversation with Mina about cute summer hairstyles when suddenly an alarm went off.

Everyone suddenly froze in place and turned to look towards the direction of alarm. It was the same one during the media break in, but to everyone present… it didn’t feel like it did that time.

The intercom was announcing the arrival of villains on campus and that students should remain in groups and seek a safe zone. Class 1-A was used to a situation like this before, but they realized that unlike at USJ, they had someone who did not have the training or knowlegde of such things.

Todoroki had grabbed your hand right away and looked to Izuku and Iida, worry and determination on his usually blank features. The duo nodded back to the prophecy son and took up the rear.

“I’m getting (Name) to safety! Everyone else be careful!” He called out as he took off with you towards a secluded area, knowing that if he could find a hiding spot you would be safe from harm.

“Todo-kun! I’ll be fine on my own! You, Mido-kun, and Iida-kun should stay and help your class!” You tried to protest, but to no avail.

“No!” Todoroki’s grip on your wrist tightened and he pulled you further. “I won’t allow you to get hurt! I’ll bring you to safety, that’s what a hero does!”

You blinked at his declaration and nodded. But soon saw something that would replace that comfort to fear.

“Todo-kun!” You called and he looked up to see a villain charging at your small group.

“Stay back!” He ordered and ignited half of his body.

The villain lunged forward, his hand reaching out towards Todoroki. Todoroki wasted no time in dodging and firing back a display of flames. The villain smirked and put the flames out in an instant.

It appeared he could create water from the particles in the air, thus making him a more dangerous foe. But he had more than one trick up his sleeve as well, as he lifted his hand up and showed off his palm. Slowly he began to turn it into a fist and as he did so a bubble of water started surrounding Todoroki.

“Todoroki-kun!” Izuku shouted and lunged towards the villain only for his backup to arrive and stop any actions of freeing the boy from the water prison.

“Say goodbye to your boyfriend, girly. He’s about to have sleep with the fishes.” The villain chuckled.

You didn’t waste time in using your own quirk, and soon Todoroki found himself out of the bubble and standing exactly where you had been standing. And as such, you had taken his place inside the water bubble.

“Huh? A spatial manipulation quirk? Either way as long as I drown one of you.”

Todoroki coughed out the remaining water and gasped as he saw you free floating in the water like he had been moments before. He knew your quirk made you unable to move after you used it, the reason you failed the entrance exam. And now you had so foolishly used it to save him….

… he was supposed to be a hero, but he only ended up putting a civilian in harm!

“If you did anything to cause her harm…” Todoroki stood up, a dark and protective aura burning and freezing everything in his path. “... then I won’t care if I what I do even makes my father scold me.”

The rest was a blur of fists, ice, fire and kicks. But one way or another, he had taken out the villain and as a result freed you from your watery bed of death. The only problem was that you were not breathing when he caught you.

And so that brought him to know… him sitting next to your bedside in Recovery girl’s office. His hands were tightly grasping your and his eyes were tearing up.

“I don’t know if or when she’ll wake up… but you’re welcome to stay as long as you like dear…” Recovery Girl mumbled to him, gently rubbing his shoulder.

“T-thank you…” He spoke and heard her footsteps fade away. Soon he knew that he was the only conscious being left in the room. The constant beating of the heart monitor was the only thing reminding him that this was not some bad dream, but rather a terrible reality.

“Damn it.. Why couldn’t I have been stronger?” He finally cracked and felt the tears being released. “I should have been the one to save you.. Not you save me.

And now your- your sleeping for who knows how long! It’s not fair… why does everyone I care about disappear from me? First mother… and now you?

I never got to tell you how grateful to you I am… those books you recommended? The ones you said I would relate to and enjoy? You were completely right! I related to the main characters more then you know!

A-and those cookies you made? I-I ignored your kindness when I should have thanked you and told you much I appreciated it!

M-maybe I really am like my father? He never let my mother know how amazing she is! And I did the same thing to you… I never…”

He looked up and saw your calm and soft face breathing softly thanks to the machines connected to you. He pressed his lips together and lifted your joined hands up toward his face. He pressed a desperate kiss to your knuckles and felt his tears hitting your cold skin, for once not being a comfort to him.

“I never told you that I love you! I love you (Name)... i love you so much… so please. Please even if you reciprocate them, please at least wake up so I can tell you. Y-you deserve that much. You deserve to know.”

Chapter Text

It was pretty well known that Kaminari Denki was a flirtatious kinda guy. From the flashing smiles when someone cute passes by him in the hallway, to the ridiculous stunts he and eye candy he would purposely show off, he knew that many girls liked him.

And while he was not the most popular guy at UA, he did have his fangirls. For the most part, he kept them under control, knowing full well that he didn’t want to lead any of them on or get their hopes up. He wasn’t an asshole…

So of course, when (Name) had started developing feels for the electric boy, she knew that it was not more than a simple crush. It wasn’t like this was a crush on Midoriya, Todoroki, or Kirishima who would politely deny feels if brought up, this was Kaminari who was too afraid to hurt a girl’s feels and instead allowed them to tag along in some weird harem.

You were not a jealous person, nor were you the type to get angry over small things. But man oh man did you get internally angry watching Kaminari gush over another cute girl as she asked to touch and pet his unique locks.

You continued eating your lunch, this time much angrier than before, catching the attention of those around you. Jirou sighed and placed a hand on your shoulder and you looked at her in surprise.

“You’re hopeless (Name)-chan…” She mumbled and pointed down to your lunch that looked to have been make in a washing machine by how destroyed it was. She glanced over to what you had been looking at and saw as one girl handed Kaminari a homemade lunch.

“He’s an idiot…” She mumbled and looked back at you.

You looked at the boy, longing and sadness in your eyes as he happily ate some general education girl’s lunch for him. She sighed and removed her hand from your shoulder and stared at the site as well, trying to figure out something to say to her close friend.

The two of you had been in the same class every year during your middle school years, so when it came time to apply to a high school, it was a shock to learn you both had applied to UA. While Jirou had selected to apply to the hero course, you had thought the support curriculum was more your style.

When you both got your acceptance letters, it was a bittersweet victory: because while you both got into your first choice high school, the realization that the two of you would no longer be in the same class hit home hard.

You both had grown closer the past 3 years and knew a lot about the other. Which is why Jirou knew this crush on Kaminari was something serious. You had never had an interest in a boy until high school, and it was when Kaminari had walked into the Support class one day.

While Hatsume had been the one helping him out, you had been in the room at that time and had thought he was really cute. Hatsume had called you over after talking to Kaminari and explained that you were an expert in making support items to help with aiming.

“Awe really? This cute girl?” Kaminari had teased you and you blushed a bit before giving him an annoyed look.

“Oh, I wouldn’t make her angry electric boy, (Name)-san only works with people she likes…” Hatsume joked around, though it was not a lie.

“Oh sorry sorry!” Kaminari apologized. “I’d really appreciate something though! I’ll leave it to you two!”

You had called Jirou after school that day and filled her in on the strange boy who had suddenly captured your heart with such a small interaction. When you had finished telling her about how cute the streak in his hair was, you heard Jirou groan.

“What is it?”

“Out of all the boys, why did you have to fall for Kaminari-kun? He’s quite…” She paused trying to find her words. “...special.”

“Do you know him Kyoka?!” You yelled into the phone forgetting the honorific from sheer excitement.

“Yeah he’s my classmate. I still can’t believe you like him!”

“What can I say? The heart wants what it wants~” You cooed.

“And apparently your heart wants a complete idiot…”

Back to the present, Jirou had decided that enough was enough. The longer you watched Kaminari put up with these other girls just meant the more sad and depressed you would get.

“Kyoka-chan?” You asked and watched as she got up from her seat among the mix of heroics students and support students.

“I have something I need to go do. I’ll text you later.” She spoke and you nodded and watched as she walked off. She approached Kaminari who was still talking to his followers.

“We need to talk.” She spoke and grabbed him by his collar, successfully dragging the boy away from the group. “Hurry it up.”

“H-huh? Jirou-san? Where are you taking me?” Kaminari protested but walked along with the earphone girl.

She led them down a few hallways and finally stopped when they were in an empty hallway. Jirou sighed and shook her head before turning to look back up at Kaminari.

“Listen… we need to talk about that little ‘harem’ you have.” She started, twirling her earphone jacks as she spoke.

“What about them? They're all pretty nice, and they know I’m not interested in dating, so there’s no harm.”

“Kaminari, that’s not the issue. The issue is that you are making yourself seem like a player and some others are really upset by it!” Jirou attempted to reason with him.

Kaminari’s eyes widened and he flashed Jirou a smile before leaning against the locker. Jirou watched as he did so, ready to smack him for what she had suspected he would do next.

“If you’re jealous Jirou-san, you could always join in too! The more the merrier after all, and I always had a feeling you liked it.” he said rather loudly and rather flirtatiously.

Jirou’s eyes widened and she prepared to zap him with her quirk, only to suddenly hear the sounds of someone dropping something a few feet away from them. She looked behind Kaminari and he turned to look as well.

You stood a few feet in front of them, small droplets escaping your eyes as you looked on at your crush and best friend. Scattered around your feet were your textbooks and guides for class, meaning you had decided to head back early since Jirou had left you.

“O-oh s-sorry… I didn't know I was interrupting something. I-I’m sorry Kyoka-chan, I had no idea that you liked him… I should hav-” You covered your face with your palm and turned around.

“(Name)-chan!” Jirou called out as your form quickly retreated down the hallway. She turned to Kaminari in the next second and stomped on his foot as hard as she could.

“Ow! What was that for?!” He called out, and looked down at the fuming girl.

“Dumbass! (Name) is the one who likes you! Not me! And now she thinks that not only I betrayed her, but that the boy she likes is dating her best friend!”

“H-huh? (N-name)-chan likes me?!” Kaminari only heard half of what was said.

“Were you not listening?! I just said she does!” She calmed herself after yelling at him again.

“I-I heard you! I just-” He coughed into his hand and glanced away from Jirou, a soft pink coming onto his cheeks. “S-she’s really cute…”

“And you just made her cry because you assumed I wanted into your stupid hoard of fangirls!”

“I-I know… I feel really bad.”

“Go find her and apologize then!” Jirou poked him in the chest. “She’ll only feel better if it’s coming from you sparks for brains!”

Kaminari nodded walked away from Jirou. Jirou sighed and took out her phone, deciding that an apology text and an explanation was still needed on her end.

Meanwhile you had retreated back into your own classroom and pulled out a blueprint sheet. Hatsume was also in there like always and came forward to look over what you had decided to work on.

“Oh! A new project! Tell me ALL about it!” She jiggled your shoulders back and forth from the excitement of a new baby being made by her friend.

“A weapon that drains electricity out of a target…” You fumed and continued to angrily scribble.

“Oh ho ho~” Hatsume chuckled, knowing full well someone pissed you off. “Who. Pissed. You. Off?!”

“Hatsume-san! Is (Name)-chan here or come around?” The door slid open to reveal Kaminari. He looked guilty about something and then suddenly brightened up when his eyes fell on you sitting at your workshop area.

Hatsume watched as your face gritted together in anger and you clicked your tongue at his sudden appearance. The pink haired girl chuckled as she realized who exactly had angered you and knew that whatever was about to go down would be A-maze-ing.

She sped towards the door and and pushed past Kaminari. She pushed him in and flashed him an evil grin. “Good luck, she just might kill you…”

Kaminari’s face drained of color as Hatsume closed the door and her chuckling could be heard as she disappeared form where a murder was about to occur. Turning around to look at you, he let out a breath of relief.

You had turned back to look at your blueprints and was at least no longer giving him the scary death glare. He awkwardly sulked over to you and looked over your shoulder, feelng the true weight of how much he had hurt you.

“How much electricity can you let off before it becomes deadly to you?” You asked suddenly.

“U-um why do you want to know?”

“So I can make this thing absorb twice as much…”

He dropped his jaw at your statement and then shook his head. This was all a misunderstanding! If he could get you to stop and listen to him long enough, then maybe things would calm down. And if they calmed down… he could tell you how he felt!

“H-hey… listen I-”

“I hope you and Kyoka-chan are happy together or anyone of those other skanks you associate yourself with.”

“(Name)-chan please. Just hear me out for a minute!” He called out to you in a stern voice.

You sighed and looked at him. “You have 59 seconds remaining.”

Kaminari’s eyes widened as he realized that he had less the enough time to actually tell you how he felt. But, he had to take the chance!

“I-I know I’ve been less than a ‘proper’ potential boyfriend and I’m sorry for that. I guess the attention felt nice and I didn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings… but I know I let it get out of hand and I’m sorry for that.

The truth is that Jirou-san was trying to get me to stop because she saw how much I had hurt you and being a dipshit, I assumed she was the one who liked me and I did someone inappropriate and I hurt you.

Believe me hurting you is the last thing I wanted! Truthfully I always thought you were out of my league, after all why would such a cute and smart girl want to date someone like me who’s quirk makes him stupid?

I guess what I’m trying to say is-”

“And zero.” You interrupted him and Kaminari choked on his breath.

Shit, you were still pissed at him. There was no way in Hell you’d even consider going out with him now…

The sounds of paper being ripped and torn into pieces made him look up and see you tearing the blueprint you had been working on. He felt his heart flutter when you through the small pieces of it into the air and it rained down on the two of you.

“You’re lucky that you’re cute Kaminari-kun… otherwise I would not agree to go out with you.”

“Y-you want to go out?!” He shouted, excitement and happiness in his voice.

You giggled and playfully slapped his shoulder. “Well you’re the coolest guy I know, so why not?”

He could only smile widely and chatter happily about what you wanted to do for a date.

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(Full Name) had easily become the shy and quiet girl of class 1-A since she had started at UA. Maybe even rivalling Koda in terms of amount of times one had heard them talk.

Therefore it was logical to expect someone like Bakugou to stay as far away as possible from someone had had literally the most opposite of his personality as one could have.

But it was fairly obvious why he always hung out around them and did most of the talking. He was smitten with her. The way he toned down his swearing and attempted to be nice was enough of a reason to cause Kaminari, Sero and Kirishima to tease the poor hot head during lunch everyday whenever (Name) had silently waved to him.

Poor Bakugou could not help but plus as his friends chuckled and pointed out his goofy smirk and pink dusted cheeks from such a simple gesture from the girl.

“Just ask her out already dude.” Kaminari spoke like it was such a simple and easy idea.

“You don’t fucking think I’ve wanted to?!” Bakugou called back, his hair getting spikier from his anger.

“What’s the problem then? Its pretty obvious (Name)-san likes you back.” Sero chuckled as Bakugou was left speechless.

“Are you shitting me Smiley?!” He yelled, his hands slamming down on the table.

“Nope. She likes you bro.” Kirishima patted his back and gave him a thumbs up. “Go win over your woman!”

Later that day, Bakugou was preparing himself up to ask out the quiet beauty. Aizawa was rambling on about something or another, the blond boy not really caring about whatever the hell he was talking out.

The final bell rang and Aizawa dismissed his students. Bakugou took and deep breath, knowing that he was going to get a yes from you when he would cooly stride up to you desk and ask you out.

As he stood up he paused when he noticed (Name)’s phone suddenly going off. She smiled down at the number and rushed out of the classroom, wanting to talk to whoever was on the other side of the line privately.

“I’ve never see (Name)-chan look so excited.” Tsu mumbled.

“It must be an old friend from middle school! She told me they were calling her after school today!” Uraraka explained and then spat out her breath as she observed Mineta and Kaminari walking towards the door.

“Hush guys!” Mineta cried out. “I wanna hear what kind of conversations a babe like (Name) has!”

“Awe I bet its about cute things like animals and sweets!” Kaminari drooled.

“Everyone stop! This is not polite to our classmate!” Iida scolded the pervy boys.

“WHA?! SHUT UP YOUR ASSHOLE!”

Everyone suddenly froze and blinked. That sounded a lot like… but it couldn’t be…

“Pshhh yeah he’s kinda a dumb fuck… I’ve been giving him all the signals that I like his stupid ass… but well boys will be boys.”

Was that (Name)? She swore? She could be sarcastic? She could be louder than a whisper?

“Holy shit… Bakugou you’re girl swears like you…” Kirishima mumbled, only to be hit the next second.

“She ain’t my women shit face!”

“Hush! She just hung up! Everyone act normal!” Mina cried out and dove towards her desk again.

Everyone froze on the spot and pretended to be having a conversation or on their phones. The door reopened and (Name) walked back in as if nothing had ever happened or that she had a secret loud and confident personality under that shy demeanor.

(Name) paused when she could feel everyone watching her. “Yes?”

Everyone quickly flushed and looked away. (Name) simply sighed. This is why she never talked… they were all so intimidating and she was afraid her true self would make a bad impression.

Maybe that’s why she liked Bakugou… because that hot piece of ass didn’t give a single shit. And to her, that was fucking hot.

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Todoroki Shouto

Writing Prompt # 35- ‘Well this is awkward’

Of all the costumes that could have accidentally been in your case… it had to be Momo’s.

Now in most cases you would go to find the tall girl and ask her to switch back with you, but this was not ‘most’ cases. As Momo was at her internship, possibly with your hero costume…. Across town.

Meanwhile you were at your internship and was staring down at the risque outfit, deciding your best course of action. On one hand you could stay in your jeans and baggy sweatshirt saving you from the embarrassment of not being able to fill out Momo’s curvy outfit.

However… your strict mentor and senpai had already told you not to be late and to change into a costume to show that you were a hero. Meaning jeans and sweatshirt would not cut it. So that left one thing to do… it was only for one day right?

You sent Momo a quick text about your surprise before before you're began changing. When you had finally managed to get your breasts to stay in whatever the hell kind of top Momo wore, you saw your phone light up again.

Yao-Momo-chan: ‘Oh, I thought the support department might have messed up. You’re didn’t fit right in the chest, so I made myself a copy of mine. I’ll come by your dorm tonight to swap them back. Be safe.’

You felt your eye twitch at the text message. Momo was sweet and super close to you, but did you get ticked off at times when her quirk seemed so much more helpful than yours.

Shaking the thought away, you sighed and walked out of the changing room. Your senpai was waiting in the hallway and when she saw you walk out in your outfit, she nearly fell over.

“Don’t.” You warned her and she nodded.

The two of you walked down the hallway to where your mentor and pro-hero was talking to two more figures who were standing in the hallway listening to what was being said.

You froze and your senpai glanced at you. You shook your head and then felt the sudden need to run back to the locker room and put on a more appropriate outfit, or at least one that covers you more.

“And this is my new intern- hey kid what was your name again?” Your mentor asked, motioning to you.

Bakugou and Todoroki did a double take when they saw you standing off to the side, wearing a very revealing outfit belonging to another classmate.

“...(N-Name)...” You sighed in defeat. Too late to run away now.

“Anyway, we’ll be having the provisional lesson kids shadow us today, since their teacher is a close buddy of mine. Hey, you three know each other or something?” The pro asked and you covered your face with your hands.

God was this awkward. Bakugou you could deal with, that boy didn’t seem like the type to give a shit about what you wore.

Todoroki was another story however, as he was a hard read. Not to mention you were crushing big time on the icy hot boy.

Awkward was the understatement of the year.

“We’re classmates with (Name)-san.” Todoroki cooly answered and glanced you up and down. “Though it appears her usual costume has been switched with someone else’s in class.”

“She’s not usually dressed like that?” Bakugou commented, staring you down, trying to figure out if you were Momo or (Name).

“NO I AM NOT!” You yelled back, realizing he most likely had no idea who you were.

“HUH? WHY ARE YOU YELLING?!” His usual spark ignited.

“Both of you stop, you’re embarrassing yourselves.” Todoroki sighed.

“That aside, the kid with the spiky hair is with your kid’s senpai. And Endeavor's son, you’re with Strip Tease.” The pro hero sighed and led you towards a meeting room. “We’re going to go over evacuation drills and then work in pairs.”

“THAT IS NOT MY HERO NAME AND YOU KNOW IT!” You freaked out, realizing how with each moment things got worse and worse.

“(Name)” Shouto asked from behind your ranting form and you turned to look at him.

“Y-yes Todoroki-kun?” You stuttered and gave him a blank expression.

‘She reminds me of Midoriya with that face.’ He thought as he watched you blink and slightly shudder.

“Does your quirk work with…” He paused. “... that outfit?”

You blinked and glanced down at your exposed skin and then opened your mouth and then closed it. You hadn’t thought of that…

“We’ll find out soon…” you whispered and sulked back to the meeting room.

You took a seat in the chair and listened as the plan for the day would be explained. Apparently a small town a few miles into the woods had been hit with a bad earthquake and some of the people needed assistance.

The job would require lots of lifting, moving, carrying, and running. Furthermore you were supposed to stay with your partner the entire time and assisted them if they needed it.

“Therefore, this rescue training not only requires a lot of physical movement, is everyone here prepared for that?”

Bakugou’s laughter at your bad luck along with your senpai muttering a ‘how scandalous…’ was enough to finally drive you over the edge.

You got up from you seat and sulked away from the group. The pro was about to speak up when you held your hand up.

“I’m practically naked right now, so if you see any decency… then let me at least go and find something to cover myself with….”

Your mentor nodded and you walked out.

Little did you know someone was watching you as you did.

‘She looks better in that then Yaoyorozu…’ Shouto thought as he watched you walk back to the locker room to change, the blush on his cheeks present and vibrant.

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Todoroki Shouto:

4 Years Old~

“She’ll be your wife one day, Shouto.”

The statement at the time was something that had gone over his head, the situation not fully being grasped by a 4 year old at the time. Shouto could only hide behind his mother’s leg and look at the strange child that was doing the same action to her own mother.

“And you’re sure your child has both your quirks.” His father pressed the older man. “I don’t want my Shouto to be associated with such a weak girl when he gets older.”

“I was thinking the same about your son… while his appearance looks to have it.... You did claim his quirk only manifested a month or so ago.”

“I can assure you that Shouto is the real deal. Now please enlighten me about your child…” Endeavor coldly threatened.

“Yes. She is such as special as your son. I’m sure they’ll both create wonderful children when they get older. Shall we signed the paperwork?”

6 Years Old~

“Shouto-sama… what happened?” You asked your betrothed.

The boy gritted his teeth and gripped the bandage around his eye. He didn’t answer, but you knew that it must be something bad. You came forward and reached out to touch his hand, wanting to help him.

The moment you touched his hand, he smacked yours away and glared at you. He came forward and pushed you onto the floor in the playroom, looking as if you had been the one to cause him harm.

“Don’t touch me! You’re just some girl my dad got me! I don’t want anything from him!” He yelled at you.

You watched as he walked out and left you alone. You wiped your tears away and held your chest. Why was it so hard to breath when he acted like this towards you, did you do something wrong?

9 Years Old~

“Why are you so nice to me?” He had suddenly asked you one day.

You had come over with your father and were told to go see your future husband while your fathers discussed business. You had found him in the garden and took a seat next to him, watching the birds chirp and cicadas cry.

“What do you mean?” You asked, your voice low and worried. You knew he was less than happy about your presence, so the less contact the better.

“What I mean is that you still put up with this arranged marriage, even though I look like this…” He trained off, both of you knowing full well what he was talking about.

“Looks are not a big deal to me.”

“Even so, who would want to be married to a monster. My own mother didn’t love me…”

“Shou-”

“It’d be better if you stopped coming over.” He spoke and got up, no longer wanting to be around you. You were just a present, a toy, a tool his father wanted him to use, therefore you were of no interest to him.

12 Years Old~

“You’re father’s training you for High School already?” You had spoken to him, trying to form some sort of passing conversation.

“He wants me to get into UA… the bastard’s really driving me insane…”

It had been a while since the last time he was willing to talk to you. As time went on, he would refuse to see you more and more. The only reason he was sitting with you in the parlor right now was because his father had forced him to talk to you.

Said father and yours were discussing your high school plans with the other.

The both of you were maturing more and more now, your child forms now changing into adult ones. Shouto’s face had become more handsome, even the scare seemed to add to his own charm.

Your hair had started getting shinier and your face was thinning out. Your quirk had also began to calm down, the healing and water quirks obtained from your parents finally starting to come under your control.

“It’s hard to breath at times…” You suddenly said and noticed as he glanced at you. Your face was staring at the tea cup, the liquid inside being more interesting than anything else in the world at that moment.

“...will… will it always be like this between us, Shouto-sama?” You whispered and then suddenly dropped the tea cup. It shattered upon impact on the ground and you covered your face to muffle your tears.

He didn’t know what to say or do, so he just allowed you to keep crying in front of him.

15 Years Old~

“Shouto!” Her voice entered his ears as he was walking home from the Sports Festival.

He turned to look at her when suddenly he felt her body connecting with his. He steadied himself and her, trying his best to not fall over from the force she had struck him with. She wrapped her arms tightly around him, and he sighed.

“What’s gotten you so worked up?” He asked her, not sure how to emotionally react after the day he had.

“A-are you okay? I was so worried…” She cried into his clothes, brushing her face against his chest.

“Why would I not be?”

“Don’t play dumb with me! I know you!” She shouted at him pulled away, her hands still holding the fabric he was in down. “I- I know you… I know you would rather hold it all in and pretend everything is fine.”

“(Name)...” He breathed and watched as she looked down further and then suddenly collapsed to her knees. He lowered himself to the ground with her and finally returned the hug.

“I’m sorry… it wasn’t right of me.”

“What are you talking about?” She mumbled, her eyes widening at his sudden touch and calm demeanor, something he had never showed her before.

“I always thought you were another thing to hate because my father had forced you upon me like everything else… but I never realized that you were in the same situation as me.

You didn’t choose me, nor did I choose you… but here we both are.”

“Shouto.” You softly pushed him away and he glanced down at you. “You really are dense sometimes…”

She leaned forward and pressed a kiss on his cold side, the moved toward his hot side and repeated the action. The boy’s cheeks heated up as you rested your forehead against his.

“I may have not had the chance to choose you at birth… but right now if I was told I could break off our marriage I would say no. Because I choose you… and I just hope one day… that one day you’ll choose me.”

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Bakugou Katsuki:

Writing Prompt # 46- ‘What if I told you I’ve been in love with you since we were kids.’

Looking back, the promises made in one’s childhood should never be taken seriously. For example, if one had promised themselves at a young age that they would fall in love with a Prince and be married off happily by age 16, chances are one would not see this as a serious promise.

However, if one had promised to marry a close childhood friend at an early age, that should also be taken lightly right? It was a simple toddler idea of love and how marriage works, not an actual proposal right?

Or at least that’s what Bakugou had wished his childhood friend (Name) would take into account and realize. His stupid declaration of puppy love and marriage was enough to make your small heart flutter at the time and both of your mother's squeal with delight. Though in reality he only wanted to marry you because he had been there when your quirk emerged.

And to the four year old Bakugou, you suddenly became someone much cooler, thus he wanted you all to himself. And what’s the best way to do that? Marry them. But when he got his quirk, the thought had all but vanished from his mind.

Or at least he wanted too, but you would always bring it up when he least expected it.

“So Kacchan, I was thinking…” You had started during one of the breaks. “Do you think pink and ivory or blue and ivory would be better for our wedding colors?”

“For the last fucking time… I’m not marrying you!” He huffed.

By this time and after hearing about it for over a decade, his explosive calls had ended whenever you brought it up, and now were instead retorted with an exhausted and frustrated tone. Like a parent after a long car ride with a young child.

You giggled and scurried away before he would actually blow up at you. You had known him since the two of you were newborns, thus you knew his tendencies fairly well.

“Y’know… you’ve never explained why they always brings up this marriage thing? You two in an arranged one or something?” Kaminari asked.

“She fucking wishes…” Bakugou growled and scoffed at the thought of his parents actually trying to have him in a quirk marriage. If that ever happened… there would be more swearing than usual.

“So what’s the deal then bro?” Kirishima pressed on.

“When we were little, according to my shit mom, the moment they got their quirk I asked then to marry me… to which they accepted.”

Kaminari let out a snort and Kirishima beamed excitedly. This was quite a piece of information!

“Well I suppose it makes sense then.” Kirishima mumbled.

“Yeah it sure does!” Kaminari agreed.

“What are you fucks going on about now?”

“Well they're waiting for you dude!” Kaminari exclaimed like it was obvious.

“Huh?” Bakugou huffed and got worked up on his cryptic words.

“Well it’s pretty obvious that they still like you. It’s not like (Name)-san is not popular amongst the students at UA. But they always turn down the people who ask them out.”

“So do you like them?” Kirishima asked, poking the explosive student as he did so. “Come on bro! You have to like her, that bond of childhood only grows stronger as you get older!”

“What does it matter? They never told me, so it must mean I’m not good enough to be fucking told!”

“Naw man, (Name) just doesn’t want to risk losing your friendship. So instead they’ve relied on the promise you made to them to see if they should or not.”

“Wow Kaminari! You’re pretty smart when it comes to romance stuff!” Kirishima complimented his friend.

“It’s my specialty!”

“You’re both so fucking dumb that it’s driving me mad…” Bakugou stood up and paced towards the classroom door.

“You going to confess to (Name)?” Kirishima called.

“WHY THE FUCK SHOULD I? THEY’RE JUST SOME SHIT I GREW UP WITH!?”

He slammed the door shut and the red haired and blonde haired boy exchanged knowing glances.

“He totally is… and he’s gonna fuck it up.” Kaminari chuckled.

“Good thing (Name)-san knows the type of person Bakugou is.” Kirishima responded.

During this whole confrontation, you had been at the vending machine idly sipping on a strawberry milk. Break would be over soon, but you were in no hurry to get back.

“Hey shit eater, move over.” Bakugou called out and you moved to the side so he could make a purchase.

When he had bought a drink he popped it open and leaned against the wall near you. He watched as you lazily sipped your drink and stared down at your phone.

“Hey.” He said suddenly and you looked up at him.

“Hmmm?” You asked back, not sure why he suddenly wanted to make conversation now.

“You shouldn’t hold onto such a dumb thing I said to you when we were kids, it shows how fucking ridiculous you are.” He scolded you.

“Hmmm but that’s the problem Kacchan.” You swung your finger in front of him.

“And what’s the fucking problem?”

“Well you see, that proposal changed everything for me.”

“How so you dumbass?”

You giggled and shrugged your shoulders.

“How would you react if I told you that I’ve been in love with you since we were kids? Because you told me that?”

He choked on his drink and nearly blew up the can as a result.

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Bakugou Katsuki:

Prompt Number 24- “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad”

Angry: adjective

1. having a strong feeling of or showing annoyance, displeasure, or hostility; full of anger.
2. A term used to describe Bakugou Katsuki

It was normal in the relationship you found yourself in with a certain hothead for the daily occurrences of swearing, threats and just bad attitude in general. However, as your relationship with Bakugou would go, he was the angry one. You on the other hand were his pillar, his rock, his medicine for his outbursts and the saving grace of his peers.

It was common for him to be yelling at one of his classmates for something, only to suddenly stop when a gentle and calm hand was placed on his shoulder and an (eye color) gaze looked at him with a soft and understanding gaze.

The ruby orbs that stared back would scoff and break away after a few long seconds. Whoever had been on the receiving end of Bakugou’s rage would then subtly see him move his hand into yours and walk off.

His formly beastly and uncontrollable nature was suddenly tamer the longer the two of you stayed together. Now you loved Bakugou for who he was, but you worried about his temper. You knew that he was insecure at times and would lash out, but he also was straining himself by holding these feelings in.

So, when you had started dating, you had started asking him if he wanted to share his feelings with you.

The immediate response back was: “I’m fucking fine! I don’t have any shitty feelings or issues to work out?!”

But slowly, almost agonizingly so, he started to come around and talk with you more. And soon, he had come to realize that when you were around, his mood also seemed to calm down.

It was by some miracle that he was able to gain more control the more he talked with you and shared with you. If he didn’t already know you quirk, he would have guessed it was emotional influence.

However… the more he did talk to you the more he realized that you were less than willing to allow him to return the favor. As a matter of fact, in the amount of time the two of you had been dating, never once had you come to Bakugou for venting or just to get something off your chest.

At first he thought it was because you didn’t trust him enough, that he was not good enough to hear about your issues and help work them out or at least comfort you. But he was observant, and noticed that this idea was nowhere near the truth.

Rather, he came to the conclusion that you tried to always keep up one appearance, even in front of him at times: supportive.

Now he didn’t mind this, in fact he actually loved this about you. But it was a bit worrying, even for someone like him who was the furthest away from being sympathetic at times. You didn’t want to talk about yourself.

Which now brings us to the present. Class 1-A was dismissed for lunch a few moments prior, leaving the students to wander down the hallway towards the cafeteria at their own pace.

Your fingers were connected to Bakugou’s and you lazily swung your connected hands back and forth as you both absent mindedly listened to Kirishima describe some new restaurant he had tried yesterday.

Ahead of you were Izuku, Ochaco, & Tenya, who were making conversations of their own or at least until someone decided to ram into the green haired male. Izuku fell to the floor, landing with an ‘oof!’.

Ochaco was at his side right away, and Iida bent down and reached a hand out to his friend. Everyone was either looking at their fallen classmate, or looking for who did this.

“Oh sorry there class A, guess I didn’t see you… though i should have since your combined egos take up this entire hallway!”

Monoma, the resident class A hater from class B.

“Hey Monoma!” Kirishima called out, catching the blonde boy’s attention. “What’s your deal, man? We’re all part of the hero curriculum!”

“While that might be true, all you class A guys are way too full of yourselves. Therefore someone needs to put you all in your place!”

“Oh would you shut it already?” You sighed and pinched your temple from the oncoming headache. Bakugou turned and looked at you, feeling as if someone new had suddenly taken over your personality.

“Oh, the student who’s been flying under the radar? Do you have a problem with my words?”

“It’s more a problem with you and your self entitled attitude you asshat.”

Bakugou’s eyes widened and he felt his heart beat just a tiny bit faster. You. Just. Swore.

“Self entitled? Please the only thing I’m entitled to is what my quirk allows me to have.”

“Sure sure, but no one likes a copycat, especially a copy cat who seems to think he’s being fucking original. News flash bieber bowl, any quirk you copy is a lazy excuse for the actual person you took it from!”

Oh man… who was this girl and why did she make him start to feel so strange and so turned on?

“Excuse me? I think you’ve stepped out of line! My quirk is-”

“Oh please, no one likes the fucking rip off brand cereal at the grocery store. And that’s what you are Monoma… an off brand, cheap knock off. Now fuck off before I show you the class A you think we are.” You spat at him, crossing your arm and glaring.

Monoma scoffed and walked off, leaving you with the shocked faces of your classmates. Never before had they ever heard you swear, let alone tell someone off in the way you just had.

“I’ve never seen that side of you (Name)-san.” Todoroki spoke up, being the first to snap everyone from their daze.

You rubbed the back of your head awkwardly and chuckled. “Y-yeah something left over from my middle school days… I used to be a delinquent but when I got into UA I fixed myself up a bit… I try not to do it as much.”

“No you should do it more.” Bakugou spoke, his hand retaking yours and squeezing it hard before he leaned in closer to whisper something to you.

“...cause hearing you swear was so fucking hot~”

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Bakugou Katsuki

Writing Prompt 43-  You’re lucky you’re cute

“Oi (Name)? Have you seen my fucking sweatshirt?” Bakugou asked you from his closet. He had piles of clothes surrounding him since he had been searching for his favorite sweatshirt in his dorm room for the past 20 minutes.

“What does it look like?” You called back from his bed, having taken a nap earlier while he was doing his homework. By the way your voice was groggy and fairly quiet, he guessed that he had just woken you up from your slumber with his call.

He could hear the bed sheets being moved, but not the sound of you getting up, meaning you were still sleeping or not wanting to leave you warm cocoon of his blankets and sheets.

“It’s my black sweatshirt with the white skull on the center! I wore it yesterday too, so where the fuck could it fucking be?”

“Nope, no idea.”

He paused, and glanced back at you. Your face was now buried in one of his pillows and his sheets were around you tightly. The way you had answered him struck him as odd too… you answered it to quickly and almost as if you were trying to move on past his questions.

“I’m going to give you 5 fucking seconds to give it back babe.” He spoke coldly to you, his mind quickly coming to realize where his sweatshirt was.

“I don’t have it.” You lied, hoping he would believe it.

“Bullshit.” Bakugou glared and came closer to his bed. “So either prove me fucking wrong, or give it back.”

“And what if I don’t?” You tested him.

“I’ll fucking throw you on the floor and take my sweatshirt back myself.”

“...fine…” You groaned and sat up, removing the blankets from your body and then finally kicking them away.

You began to take off said sweatshirt when Bakugou spoke up again.

“Fuck…” He breathed and you glanced up at him. He was staring his red eyes right into your chest, or at least the fabric covering it. His cheeks were a tiny bit flushed and his eyebrows were knit together. He appeared to be in some kind of internal struggle.

“What?”

His eyes widened when you caught him staring at you and he blushed even further, as well as raised his voice even further.

“YOU SHIT HEAD! WHY DO YOU HAVE TO LOOK SO FUCKING CUTE IN MY CLOTHES! NOW I DON’T WANT YOU TO TAKE IT OFF, BUT IT’S FUCKING COLD!”

You sighed and tugged on his t-shirt, causing him to shut his mouth. “If you’re so cold, then come cuddle with me for a bit. That way I can sleep longer and you don’t have to be cold.”

He sighed in annoyance, making you think he was going to say no. but when he kicked his shoes off and crawled onto his bed with you, you smiled softly. He was such a good boyfriend when he wanted to be.

“You’re fucking lucky you're cute, you know that dumbass?”

“Hmm.” You yawned and snuggled into his chest as he pulled the blankets over the two of you.

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Todoroki Shouto

Writing Prompt 43- You’re lucky you’re cute

“You have a strange habit…” Todoroki had suddenly said as the two of you walked hand in hand in a park one afternoon.

You blinked and glanced at him, asking him to continue his statement or at least make it more clear as to what he meant.

“Which is?” You tilted your head to the side and he blushed softly at the adorable action.

“What I mean is that you’re hot or cold too often and when that happens you cling to me.”

“Do you not like it when I do that?” You asked him, worrying that you had made him uncomfortable with your physical interactions with him.

“No, I’m okay with it. The reason I bring it up is because you do the opposite of what one would think though.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s the middle of winter (Name)... and yet you very very adamant about holding my cold side. And in the summers you always walk or are near my hot side…”

You shrugged and squeezed his gloved hand tight, letting him know you were still in a good mood. He watched as you flashed him and smile and opened your mouth again to share your answer.

“I guess it’s because I always feel too warm indoors during the winter and vice-versa in the summer. And since you are the best of both worlds, I tend to stick to whatever side of yours will help me the best at that moment! You’re like the perfect heating and cooling system Shouto-kun!”

His lips twitched upwards and you gave him a confused glance as to what he found so entertaining about your last statement. He squeezed your hand back, letting you know you had said something to the emotionally reserved boy that had struck him in some way.

“How did I end up dating such a cute person?”

“Where did that come from?”

“(Name) if anyone else called me a heating and cooling unit I would not know what to make of it, but you said it in that voice of yours with your eyes sparkling. Therefore it made me think that you were trying to compliment me.”

“I didn’t know what else to say!”

“And that’s why you’re lucky you’re cute.”

“Shouto!”

He smiled at you again and pulled you towards a small cafe. The way you whined out his name was another cute tendency you had and he loved it a lot.

“Cold or not, I won’t let you get frostbite. So come on, Ill buy you something warm or cold to drink.”

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Kendo Itsuka

Writing Prompt Number 43- You’re lucky you’re cute

In Class 1-B it was pretty easy to tell that some students had taken on certains roles of a family than others. While no one really seemed to care or mind, it was fairly obvious those the members of the class and those outside of it on who was who.

The class president, Kendo Itsuka was obviously the big sister figure. Her actions of calling out her classmates for less the admirable behavior as well as her support of them when them as well shone through each and every day.

Even a few students from class 1-A had also noticed this anytime Monoma had started bothering and harassing them, only for Kendo to come and save them from the slightly disturbing boy.

So if Kendo was the big sister, that made (Name) the younger sibling, that was for sure. How so?

“Wah! Kendo-chan! You’re so amazing!” You cried as you handed back her latest test. She had scored fairly high and you were so impressed.

“It was nothing, I just studied really hard.” She responded back to you, smiling as you nodded to her energetically.

“I’ll do the same on my next exam as well then! I’m going to do well because you’ve inspired me!” You told her and gave her a determined smile and accidentally smashed the remaining papers in your hands.

“HEY! The rest of our exams!” Tetsutetsu called out at you and you whimpered in disappointment at yourself.

“Oh no… I’m sorry…” You spoke, eyes a bit teary.

“It’s okay (Name)-san, just be more careful next time.” Kendo comforted you and you nodded back at her.

“R-right! Sorry everyone! I’ll pass them remaining tests back now!”

Your childish and energetic attitude certainty was uplifting for class B, as the constant stress of the hero classes would wear down on them from time to time.

So your cute little thoughts and actions were enough to stabilize them all when the needed it.

“(Name)’s pretty cute, isn’t she?” Kendo mumbled to Monoma.

He chuckled and glanced back at the little sibling like girl who had started making conversation with Ibara now.

“You and her have a pretty nice chemistry as well Kendo.” He comments and the orange haired girl glanced to him, blushing slightly.

“Well I guess it makes sense if I’m the older sibling and she’s the younger one, especially since (Name) looks up to me so much.”

“I think it’s more than just a friendly admiration that they have for you Kendo-san.” Monoma concluded. “She likes you in an romantic type way.”

Kendo blinked before reaching over and hitting the boy on the back of his head. He collapsped onto the front of his desk and let out a strangled moan from the sudden strike.

“What was that for Kendo-san?” He mumbled and looked back at up the girl who was shaking her head at him.

“Monoma…” she started and looked back at you one more time.

You noticed her eyes on you and turned around quickly to look at you and send a small wave and smile her way. Kendo returned the gesture before turning her attention back to the copy student.

“We’ve been dating for a month now… did you not notice?”

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Bakugou Katsuki

Writing Prompt Number 1 - We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.

His lips met yours in a sudden kiss, the feeling of his hungriness for you taking over will to push away or fight off his dominant actions.

His tongue shoved its way into your mouth, not caring if you had wanted or were willing for it to enter in the first place. His tongue fought and defeated your easily, like most fights between the two of you.

He roamed your mouth like it was his own, not caring that your mouth was feeling much too full at this moment, or that his forcefulness was both turning you on as well as making you question your own sanity.

Bakugou had your hands pinned together above your head, one of his larger and rougher hands cementing them in place. The sounds of students passing by the broom closet did not make him cease his actions.

You whimpered as his hand lifted your head up, meaning he was about to start attacking your neck now. The hickies he had already made were no longer covered by your concealer, as he wanted to see them.

He pulled his tongue out of your cavern, a thick trail of saliva being pulled with it. He snapped his tongue, breaking the trail and causing most of it to attach itself to your chin. You wiped it away from your mouth, the now cold strand off putting and a reminder of what had just happened in your mouth.

Bakugou started biting your neck: an array of love bites, nibbles, and kisses all over your already messy and bruised skin. He was enjoying this, that much was certain.

“Stop.” You whispered.

He didn’t, or didn’t hear you. You’d have to be more assertive.

“I said stop!” You cried and he ceased his actions and looked up at you.

His ruby orbs looked curious as to why you suddenly no longer wanted this. You had never protested before. He let go of your hands and moved away from you, giving you the space he so desperately did not want you to have.

He was dominant and had a high sex drive, but he was not the type to force you into things. He’s wasn’t a complete asshole.

“Why?” He finally spoke, looking over your mortified form.

“Because we’re friends Katsuki! Friends don’t do… do this!” You shouted and gestured around to everything. The closet, the hickies, the intense atmosphere of the room.

It was true, the last couple weeks you and Katsuki had suddenly gone from not so close friends to sudden friends with benefits. You tried to recall how it happened…’

Was it when your uniform ripped and he gave you his jacket?

Or when it was 3am and you showed up at his dorm room looking for some typr of comfort?

Possibly the argument that led to the sudden kisses and passion that both of you held and tried to suppress?

It didn’t matter now, either way, you and Bakugou had been sneaking around like a couple. But You weren’t a couple… nor were you friends anymore. You were something in between.

Something awful and confusing and strange and enticing and passionate and thrilling. He was all these things as well, making whatever sort of confusing feelings you already had for him even more confusing.

He chuckled once and then moved forward towards you once again. You pressed against the wall, not liking that dark intent in his eyes or the way his lips curved up into a smirk.

He pulled one of his arms above you, locking you in place. The typical boyfriend stance, the ones you’d see the protective ones do. He definetly fit that bill…

“Friends? What sort of friends do this?” He laughed and ran his free hand through your locks. His warm fingers were relaxing, making you give in to his touch. “Face it (Name), the last thing we are is fucking friends, and you fucking know it.”

You blinked and felt him kiss you again. The same familiar and overwhelming touches coming back and making you crave more. You didn’t know if this was love or just some desire you both needed to fill… but for now it was what you needed.

Bakugou was what you needed.

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Todoroki Shouto

Writing Prompt Number 31- Stop biting that fucking lip!

“Ouch!” You cried, you hand flying up to your lips the second the small whimper came from your mouth.

“Is everything alright?” Todoroki asked you from across that table.

You nodded slowly and removed your hands from your lips and lightly nibbled on the plump red part of yourself. You winced slightly and licked your lips just a tiny bit next, trying to soothe the pain.

“I’m fine, I guess the coffee was much too hot for me though, it burned my bottom lip…” You frowned, and licked your lower lip again, the sensation of something cooler making it feel better.

Todoroki nodded. If he was going to be honest… he hadn’t been listening. Though he was paying attention to what you were doing.

He tried to be a gentleman in the course of dating you: holding open doors, giving you his jacket when cold, the usual things. But watching you bite your lip in such a fashion was driving him just a tiny bit crazy on the inside.

“I’m sorry (Name), I missed that. Could you say it again?” He asked, feeling bad that he was lost in his own fantasy land while you had been explaining something to him.

You nodded and explained again that you had burned your lip on the hot coffee and it was hurting pretty bad.

Then you bit your lip again and he internally screamed at you for being such a tease and not doing it on purpose.

“Could you stop that?” He asked, trying to hide his embarrassment.

“Hmm? Stop what?” You responded back, not sure what he was asking about.

“You’re biting you lip. If it really hurts that much, biting it won’t make it feel any better.”

“I burned it Todo-kun. It only feels better when something cooler is on it.”

“What side did you burn it on?”

“Hmm?” You gave him a confused glance.

“You’re left or your right?”

“My left.”

“I can help then.” He spoke and got up.

You watched as he came closer to you and then placed his hands on your shoulder. He moved in closer and then suddenly kissed you.

You froze at the sensation and wondered what had suddenly brought this upon you. Then it hit you, or at least the numbing of your left side of your lip did.

Todoroki’s cold side was his right, and when he kissed you, it touched your right side. Meaning that this action was him attempting to give you some sort of relief.

You couldn’t complain though, as you moved to deepen his kiss, liking how he felt against them. He moved closer to you, his left hand running through your locks of hair and his right steadying him above you and making sure neither of you moved too much.

After a few moments he moved away and looked back down at you. You blinked and hid your flushed face from him.

“Does your lip feel better?”

“Y-Yeah thanks…”

“Not a problem. I’d help you whenever you needed it.” he spoke and walked back over to his seat.

As you covered your face, you missed him heating your coffee up again. He did after all, want an excuse to kiss you like that once more, or a few more times if possible.

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Todoroki Shouto:

Writing Prompt 8- Why Are You So Jealous?

He had been watching you compliment Midoriya for the past 10 minutes. The way you pressed your hand to his shoulder, making the green haired boy’s face brighten into shades of red. The way you complimented his team’s usage of Uraraka’s quirk & Hatsume’s inventions, and Izuku saying it was nothing.

He didn’t understand why you were not telling him that. He took that headband off Izuku right? He made the best possible team right? He even stopped himself from using his flames right?

So… why was he not getting the attention you were giving Midoriya? Was it because you could also sense this weird relationship he had with All Might? Did you admire Midoriya for his battle ready mind and tactics?

Well even if the cases were different he and Midoriya were similar in these aspects… He was the son of the second greatest hero (though he hated to admit it…) and he was cunning and brilliant in battle too! He took down multiple enemies by himself during the USJ incident and even saved All Might at one point!

So why did you not shower him with attention like you did Midoriya?

Todoroki silently broke his unseen glare away and moved towards where he would relax for a bit before his first fight against Sero. He didn’t need to practice or train right now, what he needed was to get these worthless emotions out of his head.

He was sitting outside the stadium by himself, trying to calm down… but it was not helping. He could feel his father’s words getting to him as well as the thought of you being with… someone that was not him.

He had never been the jealous type of guy, but for some reason the thought of you liking or even complimenting another guy or girl really made him work harder to suppress the flames that wanted to burst from one half of his body.

Soon enough he was fighting Sero and soon enough the fight was over. He cursed himself for going over so much, his poor classmates looking terrified as Todoroki attempted to dig him out of the ice he had encased Sero in.

He happened to glance toward the stands where his class was sitting and his heart froze on the sight. You looked at him and what he had done with such a scared and concerned expression.

Todoroki internally sighed and shook his head, finally freeing Sero from the ice. He trailed his eyes away from you, no longer wanting to feel the sadness and guilt for scaring you so much.

This jealousy was not helping his case and his latest actions might have just ruined it for him. He had never said it out loud, but internally, the boy knew of his feelings for you. But saying them or getting close to the person you held dear was difficult and scary, especially for Todoroki.

Time once again passed by fairly quickly and sudden he was the one left still standing in the ring after his fight with Midoriya. The opponent in question was knocked out, several bones fractures beyond reasonable doubt.

He meanwhile was standing with the only damage to him being a few minor scrapes and bruises as well as half of his uniform torn off thanks to his flames.

He ignored his father, he idly listened to Recovery Girl and then mindlessly changed his charred uniform into a clean one. He wasn’t sure where his emotions were, but they definitely were not staying in one place.

He opened the door from the boy’s changing room and glanced down the hallway. He spotted a familiar display of (Hair color) hair and the owner looked up at the sound of the door opening. (Name)’s eyes widened and then shut in relief when they saw the second strongest’s son was unharmed.

“What are you doing here? I thought you’d be with Midoriya.” He asked you, his bland tone hiding the hurt he felt that you liked Midoriya over him, though he could understand why now.

You shook your head and got up from where you had been sitting. “Uraraka-chan and Iida-san went to go check on him as well as some others. I wanted to make sure you were okay though.”

“Why? I thought you and Midoriya were close?”

“Huh?” You blinked and shook your head. “He’s a nice guy and a smart hero, but I only hang out around him cause he lacks confidence in himself a lot.”

“He’s plenty capable… look what happened between us…” Todoroki spoke and started moving past you, the usual cold front reemerging.

“Todoroki-san!” You cried and touched his hot side, making him stop in his tracks and turn to look back at you. “I-I’m sorry.”

He blinked and stopped his attempts to pull away from you. “What are you sorry about? You’ve done nothing wrong.”

“No I have… I’m always there for Midoriya because I thought he was fragile and broken… but I was wrong. I thought you were the cool and confident one who didn’t need me around to cheer you up and praise you… but that’s not true, is it?”

He blinked and then suddenly without warning pulled you into a hug. You blinked from the sudden contact and then wrapped your arms back around him. He was frozen in place by his and your actions.

Why did he just suddenly do that? Why did you feel so right in his arms? Why did you stay and not push away?

“We all hurt Todoroki-san… but letting someone in is not always a bad thing. I’m sorry for not seeing it before… so if you ever need me.” You pulled away from him gently and then smiled at him. “Then I’ll be here for you, no matter what!”

He nodded slowly and then cast his head down. He felt his chest bubble up softly, but the emotional pain still swelling up. He was nowhere need ready for what his love sick side wanted, as his ice and fire side were still at war.

A dying down war. But still an active one for right now at least.

And until he could accept both sums of himself, he would not allow it be drag down on you. Therefore this petty jealousy would be ignored and resisted as best he could until he was able to be the person he wanted to be for you.

And he just hoped that person would be here for you soon, just like you would be for him from this moment on.

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Tomura Shigaraki

Writing Prompt 7- I hate how much I love you

You should have known how bad it would be the moment you saw him. You should have known how little he cared about the wellbeing of others. You should have known that he was toxic and bad and manipulative and- and everything a relationship should have not been!

But you were still here, sitting next to him in the bar, watching as he continually scratched at him neck and mumbled nonsense about this and that. The tv was nothing but static and Kurogiri was slowly cleaning glasses.

The regular air of the League of Villains was normal, but that did not make it healthy or comfortable to be in. Tomura ceased his neck harassment and moved to the array of images in front of him.

He one by one began to lift up the pictures of the students from that certain hero class and activated his quirk, the images during to dust and crumbling away under his touch.

“Damn them, they must be thinking they’re so wonderful! So great! So strong! Ha! But they’re wrong, so very wrong… they have no idea what we’re capable of… what I’m capable of.”

He laughed and you sighed quietly and nodded to his irrational and psychotic speech. Toga clapped her hands from the background, Twice joining her as soon as she started. Dabi was leaning against a wall, his eyes rolling at what he believed to be a pathetic display.

Everyone one else in your little group of outcasts listened and nodded in agreement. It was toxic. This place was toxic.

But you couldn’t leave.

Shaking your head as Tomura finished destroying the images that his mole had received for him, he continued his rant, his fingers once again flying up to his neck and agitating his flaky skin even further.

You closed your eyes and tried to imagine a better place. A better scenario where Tomura was not like this, where he was happy and not obsessed with this new world order his mentor had flung upon him and as a result you and the rest of the League.

A world where it felt good to be his, a world where he treated you like he gave a shit about if you lived or died. A world where you both were happy and thankful for the other.

You reopened your eyes, reality once again setting back in that this world was and would never be that way. The life you had chosen and the Tomura you were with would never be that either.

He had picked you up from the streets after your quirk had gotten the best of you and resulted in the deaths of 42 people at your high school all those years ago. He had promised you a safe haven, a home, a group of people who would not care about your sins or your past.

But a haven was not what this place turned out to be. No this place further pushed you into the realm of darkness that you didn’t want to be in from the start. You had since accepted that you were a villain, one of the worst at that.

It was all for Tomura. It always was for Tomura. Everything you did, everything you were was for this devil in disguise as an angel.

If he wanted to invade UA, you would agree wholeheartedly while that little voice in the back of your mind screamed at you to stop. If he wanted to kidnap a student, you would help formulate the plan, despite not wanting to be involved in a kidnapping. If he told you to sacrifice yourself for him, you were pretty sure you’d do it.

You loved him, but you hated him so much as well. You knew he knew of your affections and were playing them to the best of his abilities. Some stupid criminal who could not control their quirk was not worth his time unless he could us them.

You were not a person to him, you were a tool, a weapon. Everything for his master, even if it meant leading a love sick dog on. Everything for him if it meant he would come out on top at the end.

‘I hate you Tomura… I hate what you’ve made me. I hate how dependent on you I am. I hate how in love with you I am… but I love you. I love how right it feels when you compliment me. I love how good it feels when we hurt people. I love how amazing it feels to not let anyone tell me what to do. I hate you so much, but I love you so much.’

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Bakugou Katsuki

Writing Prompt 7- I hate how much I love you

Bakugou didn’t do relationships. He was not the type to make friends, he was not the type to date. He always believed that being distracted by trivial things like love and friendship would take away from his personal pursuit of being number 1.

Hell he already was falling behind with all these shits from UA moving up and improving so fast. He felt as if he was moving by inches while they moved on by the miles. And it pissed him off.

But something pissed him off more. You did. Ohhhhh did you piss him off.

The way you laughed made his heart flutter. ‘What a cute laugh, only a real shit head would laugh that way.’

The way you visibly perked up when he interacted with you. ‘There must be something wrong with them if they get this fucking excited when I ask to borrow a shitty pencil of theirs.’

The way you’d compliment him when he moved forward another inch despite everyone else constantly starting to outshine him now.. ‘Fucker… it’s not that impressive, but I’m glad someone fucking noticed…’

It took him a long time, as emotions and Bakugou were not a familiar mix in the cocktail of his life. But slowly he started to realize why he would insult and compliment you at the same time.

He was head over heels in love.

And it pissed him off! He remembered punching a hole in his wall when he realized it. His mother was not happy about that in the slightest…

But it wasn’t his fault! You were the one who did this to him! He would have been fine and back to his usual self if not for you! If you hadn’t existed or shown up in his life, then he would not be having this problem.

Yes that was it. He hated you! He hated everything about you! From your smell that drove him crazy and calmed him down at the same time, to your light touches when he walked next to you in the hallways and your fingers accidentally scraped together.

Yes, everything you did was terrible and therefore he hated it! But why did he miss it when you were not around? Why did he feel so jealous when you would talk to Deku or Icy Hot? Hell even laughing at something Round Face said made him grind his teeth and scratch his nails across his desk.

You had him wrapped around your finger and you didn’t even know it! He was obsessed with you in the same way he was obsessed with becoming a hero! He was in love with you and he hated it!

Or at least he wanted to hate it…

He wanted to hate it so badly, but something inside of him kept urging him to accept it and do something about it. His innerself wanted him to like it.

“Are you feeling okay Bakugou-kun?” You squeaked and broke him out of his trance.

He looked up at your concerned face and then looked around the classroom. The clock read 15 minutes past the final bell, and the only two people remaining in the room were yourself and him now.

“I’m fine!” He yelled at you and then bit his tongue hard at his sudden harsh tone. “J-just leave me the fuck alone.”

You blinked and shook your head in protest. “Something’s wrong, you never stutter!”

“I said I was fine! So get out of my way before you fucking regret it you weakling? God I swear you are the most fucking persistent whor-”

The classroom became silent after the radiating sound of your palm connecting to his cheek was made. Bakugou blinked, not sure exactly what had just happened. D-did you just slap him?

He was pissed! What gave you the right to slap him? He was so ready to tear you a new one!

“YOU’RE SUCH AN ASS!”

He was beat to it though.

“Seriously? Is it by choice that you act so arrogant and rude? Or do you do it without realizing it? Either way it’s a major problem!

Ugh! All I’m trying to do is be your friend! But apparently you’re too good for those too huh? Well guess what? You’re not on as high of a pedestal as you think and one day when you finally realize it, no one will be there for you!

And you’ll deserve whatever pain comes your way.”

You slammed the door closed behind you and Bakugou glared at where you had last been seen. He hated being in love with you. He hated that he was too stubborn to act upon it.

He hated that his mother was going to get a call later that night that he broke a desk in his rage from him being such a stupid person.

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Todoroki Shouto

Writing Prompt Number 40 - You’re so fucking adorable

Love is strange. You think that you know what you’re looking for when you’re in the market, but sometimes what you want or seek is not what you need. Sometimes, the thing or person you need the most is the last thing you’d think you’d want in a relationship.

Todoroki had always thought he’d want someone calm and patient, much like his mother was. Someone who would support him and allow him to know what he needed before he even considered it.

But when he started to fall for (Name), he realized that calmness and quietness were the last things used to describe them. (Name) was the type of person to laugh happily at anything and everything, they were a literal personification of happiness!

He could never understand at first how someone could be so open and easy to read with their emotions, yet here you were. Whether is was a bad test grade or a misstep during hero training exercises, you always smiled at your misfortune.

“I’ll do better next time! Just watch me!” You’d declare at every bad end.

And at the good ones, your own vibrant attitude would be even more up on the scale. You would smile like nothing he had even seen before, a smile so pure and happy that it would cause him to smile as well. It was so infectious.

Sometimes when something very good happened, you would be unable to contain your happiness and would engulf whoever or whomever was near you into such a heartfelt and warm hug that even the grumpiest of your classmates would feel a bit of your emotions shining through your actions.

“Shit face! Stop fucking hugging people every time you get so fucking happy!” Bakugou called out one particular time, but even he didn’t want to be the one to ruin such a happy person’s smile.

“Awe! I can’t help it! I’m so happy and I need to share it with everyone! And you were the closest person Bakugou-kun!” You chuckled and latched further onto the hit headed boy, much to his dislike.

“(N-Name)-san!” Izuku attempted to coax you to let him go another time. “Y-You’re so close…”

You nearly sent the green haired boy into a coma from how tightly and warmly you were hugging him. Iida finally managed to get you to release him when he passed out from the sheer overwhelmingness of it all.

It was in those few times that your hugs found themselves in his presence that Todoroki would bloom into shades of red and pink, his cheeks displaying the colors to those watching.

“Awe (Name)-san!” Mina would chuckle and you would look at her, Todoroki still in your embrace. “You’re embarrassing Todoroki-kun again!”

You’d chuckle and let him in the next second. “Ah sorry Todoroki-san! I just got so excited and you happened to be the person right next to me!”

He’d shake his head in understanding and walk away quickly. You always thought it was because he wasn’t a fan of things kind of actions.

But in reality it was because he was trying to very hard to not reveal to you or the rest of his class that you were driving him absolutely mad with all these kind actions, bubbly laughs and shining eyes.

It wasn’t just your actions that made you seem so irresistible to Todoroki however, it was everything about you.

The way you spoke, speaking with a cute voice that always held your speech between that of mutuals who you held the utmost respect for. The only way to make it more cute was if you were to suddenly start calling people ‘-sama’ afterwards.

He’d for sure not be able to handle his hidden emotions if you called him ‘Todoroki-sama’ but then again, he didn’t think anyone would be able too.

You, like a few others in class, also spoke through your body. Your hands danced around like Iida’s in excitement. You’d throw your head back and forth like Midoriya when you found something embarrassing but not enough to make you cease your bubbly tone and chatter about it.

To Todoroki Shouto, you were the most adorable thing he had ever seen.

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Kaminari Denki

Writing Prompt 2 - Please don’t cry. I can’t stand to see you cry

In his whole life, he would have never thought that a knocking at his door at 3am would be (Name) shaking and tears streaming down her face.

Kaminari nearly was slapped awake just by the look of terror and devastation on your face. What had happened? Why were you so scared and upset?

He wasted no time in pulling you into his room and closing the door quietly to not wake any of his neighbors up. When he had made sure you both were alone, his attention was 110% focused on his (Name).

“Babe, are you okay? What’s the matter? You scared me half to death when I opened the doo-”

He stopped when you suddenly rang into his chest and tightly wrapped your arms around him. He noticed how tightly he was being held by you, as if you were afraid that when you let go… he wouldn’t be there.

“Talk to me beautiful…” You cooed and moved to sit down and lean against his bed with you still tightly holding him like a precious heirloom.

“Bad- no… terrible dream.” You finally managed to say.

“I see. Can I ask what it was about?”

He was hesitant to ask, seeing as you were still trembling. It must have been quite a nightmare to send you into such a scared mess. He knew you and he knew that it had to be something really big to turn his confident (Name) into his clinging sobbing mess.

“We were all back at U-USJ during that villain invasion incident. E-except this time instead of it being a bunch of petty thugs… they were real villains who had been trained for this sort of thing…”

You stopped talking and shook your head back and forth, your tears starting up again. You covered your mouth in an attempt to silence your tears but you it was no use. The idea and memory had already come back to the surface and was scaring you again.

Kaminari’s eyes widened as he watched you break down again. Shit! How do you comfort someone after a nightmare that resulted in all their friends and loved ones dying in front of them?

He didn’t have a clue what to do, but he couldn’t just leave you like this! It wasn’t right, you were a broken bird right now and desperately looking for someone to fix your wing.

“H-hey.” he attempted to start, a tad bit rocky. “I-it’s okay? Look! I’m right here and I’m fine! I’m sure if we were to go and wake the others up they’d all be pissed for it being 3am… but they’d be alive and fine too!”

You continued crying into his chest, showing that his attempt was less than helpful. Kaminari even hated himself for that pathetic speech. Alright, time for round 2: sappy teen romance.

“I’m sorry.” He pressed his hand to the back of your head and gently moved it closer to his form. “It must have been really scary… I can’t imagine watching you or anyone else from class die in front of my eyes… dream or not.”

He watched as your sniffling started to gradually calm down, alerting him to whatever he was doing was working. Now he understood why so many couples had this ‘late night heart to heart’ in movies and shows… because it actually worked and moved them closer than a normal conversation would!

“And you can stay here as long as you want, I’m not the type of guy to kick out someone when they needed me so much.”

“Thank you Kaminari-kun.” You muffled voice came to his ears.

“J-just promise me you’ll stop crying soon okay? You scared me when I saw those tears… I really hate to see you cry.”

“Keep holding me like this and I think they’ll stop eventually… your arms are really warm and comfy to be held in.”

“I’m glad about that then.”

“H-hey *yawn* Kaminari-kun?”

“Yeah Sleeping Beauty?”

“Thanks for opening your door… I really needed to see you.”

He didn’t say anything, just hugged you closer to him and pulling a blanket over you both. It was enough to let you know that at least for the rest of the night, he’d keep the nightmares away.

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Todoroki Shouto

Writing Prompt 2 - Please don’t cry. I can’t stand to see you cry

You had played this game of ‘we’re just friends and nothing more’ for far too long now. The lie you had been telling yourself all these years would not be working for much longer. Your feelings for Todoroki Shouto were drawing closer and closer to the surface everyday and it was tearing you up inside.

Todoroki had been such a wonderful friend to you and the thought of risking that friendship for some feelings that may or may not work out in the end was not worth it. But lately, your emotions had been pulling you toward the opposite idea. That may be he felt the same! That maybe you were meant to be together!

Your heart told you to scream it, to not waste any more valuable time. But your mind was more reserved. It warned you, scolded you for having such delusions in the first place. Confession? What are you some romance clique? That’s not how the real world works and you know it!

There was a war going inside of you, with the casualties to your sanity and emotional stability taking the largest hits and highest number of casualties as more and more days passed by.

The small smiles and laughter was made as a way to distract yourself. Don’t allow those feelings to manifest anymore. You’ll only get hurt (Name), it’s best to let them die rather than your precious friendship with Todoroki.

He was much too important. That damned monotone sarcasm. Those heterochromatic eyes that showed the bluest sky and the silverest gray. The way his hair split right down the middle naturally.

Every part of him was unique and so very interesting! But you… you were just some girl he shared a class with. You were a close friend, but he had people he understood him more.

Midoriya and Iida for example seemed to have gotten even closer to Todoroki as of late. He had even started eating lunch with them, leaving you to sit without him. Heck, even Yao-Momo was closer to Todoroki now then you!

You weren’t jealous though, he could form bonds with anyone he wanted after all… but you were hurt. You were hurt that he was leaving you behind without even a second glance.

Maybe this is why these feelings had started to come out more, as you were worried about already losing him to these new friends? Or maybe it was because you needed to make sure that some sort of bond was still there between you and the boy you had known for years.

You shook your head and rested against the side of the gym. Lunch had started a while ago, but you were not hungry. These feelings were making you nauseous and even the thought of food was making you feel like you were about to up chuck.

Maybe he was getting along with these new friends better because they had been the ones to reach him? After all, you had never seen Todoroki so happy. He was not bouncing off the walls full of it, but he did smile occasionally now.

Maybe it was for the best that he had started to drift away from you?

You knew you had started crying now. Your droplets falling into your skirt and the ground, leaving dark little marks as a result. Your eyes were blurring and you couldn’t help but bury your head into your skirt as the dam continued to flow.

“(Name)? Is everything alright?” He called out to you and you shook from his voice. His voice hurt you…

“I-I’m fine Todo-kun.” You lied through your teeth and you wiped away your tears before looking back at him.

Todoroki stared at you before coming closer to you. He stopped before you and gave off a small sigh of his own. His warm hand touched your chin while his cold one wiped away the tears on your face.

“Please don’t cry anymore…” He paused and then suddenly engulfed you into a hug. His warmth relaxes your love sick heart and his cold calmed down your worried mind.

“I don’t know what’s gotten you so worked up, but I can’t stand to see you cry.”

You sniffled into his uniform and nodded against his frame. “I-I’ll try.”

“I’m sorry as well.” He spoke and you listened as he did so, not knowing why he should or would need to apologize to you. “I’ve been quiet rude to you lately, it wasn’t right of me to ignore you. I’m sorry if that’s what upset you so much.”

“It’s okay Todo-kun.”

“It’s not… I should have been treating you better.”

“No. It’s okay now because you’re here now.”

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Todoroki Shouto

Writing Prompt Number 1 - We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.

The line between friendship and love was blurred a lot at times. Were you protectful of him because he was such a dear and close friend of yours, or was it something more?

Did you always partner up with him because you enjoyed his company and personality? Or was it because you needed it?

Was Todoroki a friend like you kept telling yourself? Or had he become something more as of late?

Unbeknownst to you, said boy was also considering these feelings. Did you see him as a great ally? Or someone who you could spend the rest of your days with?

The two of you were not the most normal of friends either, had the rest of the class not known already, they would has assumed you two were already dating.

“Shouto? Do you think a romantic or comedy movie would be better?” You asked as the two of you shared a couch, blanket and seat. You were on his lap, the remote in hand as you scrolled through movies to watch with him on a Saturday night.

“Doesn’t matter to me.” Was his monotone reply.

The classmates in the kitchen could not help but try to understand how either of you had seen it? Friends don’t cuddle regularly, if at all! But yet, here was a living breathing example.

“Do they not see it? Or are they both that dense?” Mina asked.

The remaining classmates shrugged and left, knot wanting to attempt to figure out the question of ‘Todoroki & (Name): couple or not?’

The strangeness of your relationship didn’t stop there, but that’s not what’s important. What was that neither of you ever considered that these actions were nothing more then friendly and respectful.

The movie had stopped playing, the credits rolling as you both watched. In truth, the movie had been terrible, leaving you both to daydream about the what if’s and possibilities of the other.

“Hey Shouto?” You asked suddenly, not knowing where this courage had come from.

“Yes?” He asked back, still watching the words on the screen was a blank and far off expression.

“We’re friends, right?” You asked, your own voice sounding so unsure of this.

Shouto’s mind returned to the present and he glanced at you, who was still sitting on him comfortably, his arm wrapped around you. He thought it over and came to a conclusion.

“No. I don’t think we are.”

“Why do you think that?” You asked curiously, wanting to know if he had reached the same conclusion you did tonight.

“I suppose it’s because no one else does what we do… Midoriya and Uraraka don’t sit like we sit, nor do they hold ons and share umbrellas on rainy days like we do…”

“So we're not friends then?”

“I don’t think we are.”

“Are we a couple then?”

“I’m not sure?” He paused and you moved to look at him. “Do you want to be more than friends?”

You chuckled and rubbed your nose along his. He flushed at the sudden contact, never having you done that before, despite all the other couple like things you did.

“Yeah… I’d like to try out this couple thing.”

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Dabi:

2:17am.

Why the fuck was he awake? It was way too early in the morning to even be 100% aware of his surroundings. However, something rather irritating had caused the pierced man to wake up in the first place.

He was laying on his bed with only a pair of boxers on. Next to him was his peacefully sleeping lover. The blanket was wrapped around their form, making them look like a caterpillar in their cocoon.

He sighed before grabbing the blanket and unraveling his lover from half of blanket. He rolled his eyes as he watched them continue to sleep peacefully once more.

“Just cause my quirk is fire based doesn’t mean I’m immune to the cold…” He sighed and then laid back down, ready to fall back to sleep soon.

Later~

3:34am

You shivered and felt around for the blanket that would more then likely be near or around your knees. When you couldn’t feel it, you finally cracked open your eyes and saw that your precious keeper of body heat had been stolen from you.

And the culprit of that damn boyfriend, Dabi.

“Hey shit face… you think this is funny?” You whispered to him.

When he made no move, proving he was actually asleep, you rolled your eyes and grabbed the blanket. It took a few tugs to get him to let go of the death grip on it he had, but eventually you got half of it once again.

Now the only thing left to do was fall back asleep and peacefully wait for morning

However… as time went one, each of you continued to wake up at some random point in the night to reclaim the blanket.

At one point you had both pillows. At another Dabi had woken up on the floor. There was even one time when you could have sworn he chuckled when you couldn’t get him to let go of the blanket.

Either way, it was a continually tiring, restless and most importantly cold night for both you and your cool headed boyfriend.

That Morning~

“Good morning!” Twice announced as the dating duo walked hand and hand into the League of Villains’ headquarters.

Their faces were sleep deprived and their eyes were glaring at the other. They appeared to be a couple ready to break up rather than one who was in love.

“Or not.” Twice gloated at their misery. “What happened did you two wake up on the wrong side of the bed?”

Dabi and (Name) both visibly stiffened before their faces became even further angry. This anger was then directed towards Twice making the talkative villain sweat at their scary looks.

“Shut it or you’ll wake up in a body bag…” (Name) threatened.

“And I’ll make sure your remains are unrecognizable.” Dabi joined in.

The two moved past him, each bumping against his shoulder.

“Oh wow… you sure pissed them off Twice!” Toga bubbled, twirling her knife.

“Maybe the sex wasn’t great last night?”

They shrugged and continued doing whatever they had been doing previously

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Todoroki Shouto

Writing Prompt Number 19- I think I’m in love with you, and that scares the crap out of me

There’s always been a small voice in the back of his head since he started taking a liking to you. One that liked to torture him, to make him feel like he wasn’t the right choice.

‘You’ll only turn out like your father. You’re half of him after all.’

He tried to shake the nagging thoughts away, but they liked to stick around. Todoroki didn’t want to fall in love, it scared him like no villain or hurdle ever could.

But yet here he was, watching as his heart both hurt him and made him feel wonderful with the mere thought or appearance of your face. You were the most perfect human being in his mind, you could do no wrong.

Of course he knew this was from his love sick mind allowing cupid’s arrows to stir the pot of emotions that he had kept under lock and key fairly well. But he couldn’t help it, even the rational part of his brain was telling him to notice all the small things (Name) did.

He was certain no one else knew the way you twirling your hair when deep in thought, how you’d sigh in content after a long day of classes in the dorms, or how you’d always put your pencil to the left of you exam when finished.

He frustrated himself thinking about why he was so obsessed about this! It worried him more that he might hurt you if he tried to do anything. So in the end, it was you who asked him out.

It started out as simple study dates that turned into movies and meals and eventually Shouto had earned the term ‘boyfriend’ before he really knew it. But nothing was ever perfect in a relationship, and he was sure you had come to realize it as he had even before you both started dating.

“Is something wrong?” You had brought it up while studying today. “I know we haven’t been dating for long, but I can tell when you aren’t happy…”

You voice was low and hurt, thinking he had lost interest in you. You liked Todoroki so so so much, and losing him already was hurting you even if it was an irrational thought.

“I’m just dealing with something and I’m afraid that’s why I haven’t been so active or emotional in our relationship.”

“I’m here of you want to talk Todoroki-kun.” You spoke to him softly and touched his hand gently, letting him know you were here for him, no matter what.

“I’m-” He took a deep breath. “I’m afraid of being in love.”

You felt like this was not the whole statement, and waited for him to continue what he wanted to say.

“I’m afraid that I’ll hurt you or you’ll end up hating me.”

“Why do you think that?” You asked, no hint of annoyance or anger, but rather curiosity.

“I-I’m not entirely sure. I have a habit of the people close to me always getting hurt.”

“That’s not your fault.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I do. I do know. Do you know why?”

He shook his head and sighed in despair. Was it really possible for him to ever trust himself or love you the way you wanted him too.

He blinked his eyes back open when you pulled him into your embrace. Your arms were so warm and inviting and you scent was small and comforting. He liked being in your arms.

“You’re kind. Maybe not the most social butterfly in showing it, but when it matters the most you show it. You saved Iida and Midoriya, you gave Yao-Momo her confidence back and you have helped pull me out of my own darkness more times than you ever know.

You’re my hero Todoroki-kun. And heroes always save the day in the end, even if it’s from their own demons… they always come out on top.”

He nodded against you and you smiled happily, glad to have reached him and crush this insecurity that had been plaguing him for so long.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me… it’s my pleasure to let you know how amazing you are and why you deserve all of my love.”

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Bakugou Katsuki:

How anyone could get along with fucking Deku was beyond him.

How anyone could fucking like Deku make his blood boil.

How (Name) could have a crush on fucking Deku made him question every single fucking thing he knew about this life and universe.

Bakugou watched from across the lunchroom as you laughed at something Deku had just said and how his face lit up in embarrassment. Weren’t you both just such a fucking cute couple?

If most cases, Bakugou would not give a shit. He’d scoff at the brain dead person who’d want to fucking get with that… but he’d ignore it for the most part.

The problem was that it was (Name) who was crushing on Deku. His (Name). His sweet little sunshine child who could do no wrong and even make him crack a smile at their antics. You were supposed to be his!

So why wasn’t it him you were making jokes and casual conversation with. Why was it that fucking socially anxious nerd?! He was so much better in every way possible!

He was strong, he was protecting and he was totally in love with them! Sure that last part had never been said out loud, but he had at least come to terms with it. He loved you, but this was too fucking much.

He didn’t know how, he didn’t know why but as he watched you and fucking Deku accidently rub hands when you both reached for the salt, something snapped. He didn’t care that Kirishima told him he was catching his water bottle on fire. He didn’t care that the table fell over when he suddenly got up. He didn’t care that his loser friends were yelling at him to calm down.

The only thing that mattered was the shitty person who was crushing his feelings without them even knowing it.

The only that mattered right now was you.

He strode up to the table and kicked his leg up. He brought it down on top of the table, causing the lunches of the group to spill over or fall off the table completely. He sucked his teeth and lifted his lip up, showing his disgust.

He ignored Motor Legs and Round Face calling him out. He ignored Icy Hot’s cold glare. He ignored Frog Girl and the Grape Looking Shit’s upset eyes and gestures to their lunches.

What he gave his attention to was you.

You looked right back into his ruby orbs, holding so much shock and disappointment in his actions. He looked right back at the calm (eye color) orbs, his own showing anger and jealousy.

“We need to fucking talk.” He grabbed your arm and roughly forced you up from your seat. He didn’t mean to make it look so forceful or actually literally pull you, but he was so mad. He was so jealous… “Now.”

It was never a suggestion, or a question from him. It was always a demand.

He pulled you out of the cafeteria and through the hallways, attempting to find a closed space to talk this out and tell you to stop being in love with Deku.

Finally he slammed the door to the roof closed and let go of your arm. How clique… the roof with the love of his life. What was this? Some shitty anime?

“What was that about?” They shouted at him suddenly, their arms cutting the air. One of his favorite traits about you, it was so fucking stupid but so fucking cute how you talked with your arms.

“I’m sick and tired of you hanging out with shitty Deku!” He yelled at you, not missing a beat. These feelings had been bottled up for so long that they were overflowing from his mouth. The faucet had long been damaged, but now it was broken.

“He’s my friend! And it’s not your decision to choose who I hang out with Bakugou-kun! Izuku-kun is nice and is a great friend!”

He could feel his eye twitch.

Izuku. Izuku. Izuku

Not Midoriya

Not Deku

Izuku. Fucking Izuku.

You and Deku were on a first name basis.

Meanwhile he was still ‘Bakugou-kun’

Not Katsuki-kun or even just Bakugou.

Bakugou-kun.

“WHY THE HELL AM I NOT KATSUKI TO YOU? WHY IS IT SHITTY DEKU WHO’S ON THE FIRST NAME BASIS!?” He screamed, his emotions continuing to grow and his own body starting to lose control over itself.

You had seen Bakugou angry. You had seen Bakugou yell. But you had never heard him scream until now.

“What do you mean? You never let anyone call you by your first name! And I asked Izuku-kun and he said yes!”

“Well fucking call me Katsuki then! No honorific either! I won’t be overshadowed by that shit when it comes to you!”

“Baku-”

He growled, making you stop.

“Katsuki.” You corrected yourself. “Why do you want to have a better relationship with me then Izuku-kun? Don’t tell me you… have feels for me?”

“ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID?!” He flung his hands into his hair and scratched his scalp in irritation. “I’M FUCKING IN LOVE WITH YOU! AND IT DRIVES ME MAD KNOWING THAT IT’S NOT ME BY SHIT EATING DEKU THAT YOU LOVE AND NOT ME!”

You blinked at his sudden confession and then quietly started laughing. You tried to cover your mouth and hold back the giggles, but they would not stop.

Meanwhile Bakugou was experiencing his own version of heartbreak. He had just confessed and his love instead of smiling and admitting they too had feelings instead started laughing at him.

For once he was silent and unable to talk.

“I-Izuku-kun was right… you’re so prideful that even your feelings come off as rougher than expected.” You walked up to him and cupped your hands on his cheek. “Your such a smart guy Katsuki, but you’re pretty dumb when it comes to this huh?”

“W-wha..?” He asked in utter disbelief. What was happening?

They laughed again and leaned forward. Their lips met his in a short but sweet kiss. His eyes burst open and his hands trembled a bit. What was happening?!

“I was only hanging out with Izuku-kun to ask him about you. I’m sorry it made you so jealous… but I’m kinda glad so I could do that. I love you too Katsuki.”

He wasn’t sure if at that moment he should kill Deku or you. Either way… at least you were finally his.

Chapter Text

Todoroki Shouto

Writing Prompt Number 24- You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad

When Todoroki and yourself started dating, you had always noticed that he was much more interested in your home life then his own. He would listen quietly as you would talk about some funny thing your father had done the night before or some embarrassing thing your sibling did.

Even when you had asked how his family was, you’d get a shrug or a ‘Fine.’ followed by him changing the subject or an awkward silence. Thus you had learned early on that the Todoroki family dynamics were not something to be brought up or mentioned around Shouto.

The last thing you wanted to do after all was make your Shouto uncomfortable or upset by your prying questions. It wasn’t like he was an emotional bundle all the time, but you could tell that specifically during those moments he was trying his best to contain his emotions.

You could never understand why, or at least until a certain visit to the Todoroki residence. Shouto had texted you earlier saying he was running late for your date and that he would meet you at the train station.

You had told him you were in the neighborhood by his home, thus you would meet him there. He saw the text message too late, and someone else had answered the door before he had the chance to.

“And who might you be?” His father glared down at you and you looked up at the number 2 hero in confusion.

“I’m waiting for Shouto-kun. We have a date sir.” You answered back.

“A date? With my Shouto?” Endeavor frowned. “What’s your quirk?”

You were caught off guard by this statement. Why the sudden interest?

“M-my quirk is called ‘Perfect Aim’ I can hit any target I can see within 100 meters.”

“So you have a useless quirk and have been wasting my son’s time?” Endeavor sighed. “Leave. DOn’t ever come back here or contact Shouto again.”

You blinked, and were ready to retaliate back with your words when you knight in shining armor had appeared.

“That’s enough father.” Shouto coldly glared back at his fiery parent. “(Name) is a wonderful significant other and I won’t stand for you harassing her or trying to end or relationship. I’ll be back later.”

Shouto wasted no more time dealing with his arrogant father, and instead pulled you down the block. You blinked at that display, your heart fluttering from how protective and dedicated to you Shouto was. He loved you.. And you were so happy about that.

“I’m sorry you had to see that. I’m sorry for what my father said to you.” Shouto continued pulling you down the street, his voice low and angry.

He knew his father was less than a kind man, but to insult you just because the pro hero didn’t believe your quirk was fit from someone like his son…. Made his hatred and blood boil even further.

“Don’t apologize.” You squeezed his hand, one side his mother gave to him. “We can’t always choose our family. And I had a feeling you had a less than pleasant relationship with Endeavor.”

Shouto stopped walking, just listening to your words or attempted comfort and understanding. He wasn’t mad at you in the slightest, but he still was upset that even you were facing this abuse from his father.

“I don’t know how this will make you feel, but I hope at least a little better.” You chuckled in awkwardness and Shouto looked at you, feeling his heart warm and his anger subside at your adorable sounds.

“But I thought it was pretty hot how mad you got when your dad was telling me off.”

“Take this seriously (Name).” Shouto mumbled, his face lowering in an attempt to keep this serious atmosphere, though he himself was also trying to hide a smile and blush from your compliment.

“I am!” You snickered and brushed a few strands of his white and red hair out of his hidden face. “You already proved to me that you’re not your father! You defended me! If you were him, you would have pushed it aside or agreed. You didn’t, so stop worrying.”

Shouto sighed and pressed a kiss to your cheek, his way of thanking you for reassuring him of his greatest fear and worry that you would be scared off by his father.

“And just cause your father doesn’t like me means I’m gonna leave. The only thing I care about is if you and the people you care about like me. If you’re father ain’t one of them, then the hell with him!”

“You always know what to say, don’t you?” He asked you, as his hand and yours squeezed each other again and the walk turned into a comfortable pace.

“Nope! I never do! Kinda funny huh?”

Shouto chuckled at your honesty, and you smiled back at him. The conversation with his father now long forgotten and the only thing on your minds being where you would go now.

The night was young and so were the two of you.

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Bakugou Katsuki:

“Right foot green.” Uraraka announced and watched as you attempted to move your right leg to said spot. If it wasn’t for the growling and slightly sweaty and angry boy basically hovering over you, it would have been easy.

But with Bakugou’s arms were on either side of you: his right hand on the green and his left hand on the blue. Your left hand was placed on the yellow, meanwhile your right was one circle below Bakugou’s on the blue.

He hung over you, exerting his strength to stay up and keep his balance, while you were closer to the ground but still feeling like a trapped animal with him so close and personal with you right now.

Your legs were spread apart, as each foot needed to be on a separate color: being blue and yellow, the two furthest part colors. Meanwhile Bakugou’s feet were placed on the red and green, making it look like he was ready to dive his face inbetween your legs.

“Move your upper leg Baka-gou…” Your eye twitched, not wanting to make him lose balance and fall on top of you.

“No way in hell…” He mumbled back. “I’m not fucking losing…”

This little game of twister had started about an hour ago. The residents of Class 1-A had all decided a friendly game would make their night go a bit more excitedly then just sitting around and being bored.

Twister had been found and Mineta had been locked in his dorm room, so everyone was more than willing to play. Yourself had found Mina wanting to play with you, so you agreed.

Sero and Kaminari also wanted to play with the two of you, so it was decided that the first round would be the Bakusquad. Kirishima had gone and fetched Bakugou from his dorm room, saying that his ego was on the line if he didn’t come down fast.

The explosion quirk user was less than pleased when he found out that Kirishima was talking about Twister and not some shit head talking smack about him. He was so pissed that he nearly left.

But when he saw you preparing to play, he suddenly agreed. He couldn’t let you play with these idiots without him now, could he?

The game started, with your non-playing classmates calling the colors and body parts as the game went on. 10 minutes in, Kaminari fell over, making him the first one out. Sero was quick to follow.

Kirishima and Mina managed to hold out for about 30 minutes, but soon enough could not complete an action or fell over as well. Thus leaving you and Bakugou as the only players left. Thus bring you to now.

“I always had a feeling you’d be a top Bakugou.” Kaminari called out, a sly smirk on his face.

“Shut the fuck up.” He snapped back.

“Uraraka…” You mumbled, feeling ready to end this embarrassing and compromising shit show.

“Yes?” She tilted her head to the side.

“It’s whoever falls first loses, right?”

“Yes.”

You smiled wickedly and winked at Bakugou who was still hovering above you, his own stamina starting to reach it’s limit.

You lifted the foot you were supposed to move, but instead of moving it to the corresponding color, you cut through Bakugou’s legs. His legs gave out easily and he gasped in anger as he fell.

The only problem was you didn’t think out this plan, so Bakugou ended up falling right onto you. And came the realization that something rough and warm was gripping your breast as well as another down near your stomach.

However the biggest shock was the new pair of lips on your own. You widened in shock and terror as you realized you had accidentally caused Bakugou to fall and lip lock with you.

Someone whistled at the scene. You two weren’t even dating, but the attraction and constant playful remarks were enough for everyone aside from you and Bakugou to know that you liked each other.

You watched as Bakugou shrugged and then suddenly pushed his tongue through your lips, his teeth grazing your lips in a rough addicting kiss. You moaned in approval from his actions.

He used both of his hands to start playing with your soft mounds of flesh on your chest, liking the feeling of you squirming and moaning at his touch.

You two seemed to have completely forgotten about your classmates who were watching this sudden make out session.

“Jesus… get a fucking room… we can all feel the sexual tension.” Kirishima laughed.

Bakugou didn’t break the kiss, instead he let out of one of your breasts and raised his hand to Kirishima.

The middle finger was enough for everyone to know that game night was cancelled.

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Todoroki Shouto:

Supplementary lessons were the worst. The early mornings, the draining lessons and training, spending more time then one should with Bakugou…

So by the time the day was over and he finally managed to unlock his dorm room, Todoroki nearly collapsed from exhaustion on the spot. Going to UA all day was one thing, but the extra lessons to get his license like his other classmates added on made things a bit harder than it should have.

The soft knocking on his door made him turn his head towards it. He attempted to get up and allow whoever was outside in, but his body was on sleep mode.

“It’s unlocked.” He called out instead and watched as the door softly opened and his girlfriend peek in through it. Her face smiled at him, her happiness from just seeing him warming his heart and his mind questioned how he even got the attention of such a considerate person in the first place.

“Can I come in?” She asked, not wanting to disturb him if he wanted time to himself after such a long day.

“Yes, it’s fine.” Shouto called to her again and she walked into his unique room, slipping her shoes off near the entrance.

She hopped on the bed next to him and wasted no time in wrapping her arms around him and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. He blushed form the affection and swung one of his own arms around her.

“Long day?” (Name) asked, tracing her fingers through his hair.

“It felt like a week…” He sighed.

“I see you got another bruise… what exactly are they making you do?” She worried for him.

“They claim it’s make up training for my actions during the actual exam… but I’m starting to think otherwise.”

She giggled and broke away from hold and started to reposition herself. Todoroki waited patiently, knowing she wasn’t leaving but preparing to stay for a long while.

These lessons had cut their time together to much less than usual, and he was missing his (Name) a lot, more than he thought possible. He guessed it was one of those strange parts of being in love.

“Well of your sore, you need something softer than those pillows to lay your head against.” She cooed and lifted his head up gently moving it to rest on her breasts.

He blushed at this, never before having touched her bosom at any point or with any part of himself. She giggled, no doubt seeing his flushed face.

“Relax Shouto, I don’t mind. But if you’re uncomfortable then you don’t have to lay on my boobs.”

“N-No. I just wasn’t expecting it... “ He coughed before continuing. “And besides… they are much softer then my pillows.”

She giggled again and moved in closer to him, being the big spoon in this moment. It was rare, as Todoroki usually was the larger spoon, but right now he was too tired to care.

And right now being wrapped in her soft arms and cherry scent, as well as his head being cradled in such a warm and squishy set of pillows, seemed like peace on earth to him.

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Bakugou Katsuki:

He just had to tell fucking Kirishima… and now he was really regretting it. That motherfucking period colored freak had just done the one thing Bakugou was worried about.

He fucking told Bakugou’s crush that he had feelings for them.

“Come on dude! It was an accident, I swear!” Kirishima attempted to tell him, but Bakugou continued to stare him down menacingly from across the lunch table.

“How the fuck does the sentence ‘Bakugou likes you’ come out on accident, shithead?”

Kirishima sighed and gave Bakugou and apologetic look. He really did have the best intentions at heart, but he could understand why his bro was so pissed at him.

It was not everyday Bakugou would find someone to tolerate, let alone someone he actually had romantic feelings for. The crush in question was quite different than the type of person you would expect someone like Bakugou to be after.

They were rather calm and quiet, but knew when to speak when they needed to. While they were not in the top 3 for their class, they still had made quite the impact at their Sport’s Festival this year. And the biggest thing: they were a year older.

Bakugou had first spotted them when he watched the second year’s sports festival over the days he had off and was head over heels at the site. He cursed himself for not only being sappy and acting like a regular teenager, but also because he had fallen for his ‘senpai’ !

That was not the problem though, as Bakugou didn’t care if they were a year younger or a year older… what made him worry was the fact that he had never actually ‘talked’ to you. He had passed them by in the hallway as they walked by with friends, but he himself had never talked to you.

“Excuse me?” A new voice entered the small lunch table’s discussion and all four boys turned to look at the owner of said voice.

“Oh hey (Name)-senpai.” Kaminari waved to them and they waved back.

“Oh, do you know them?” Sero asked.

“Yeah, Kaminari-kun mentored at my internship.” They responded and then glanced down at Bakugou.

“It’s Bakugou, correct?”

“What’s it to you?” He spat back.

Shit… he didn’t mean to say that. He was just so pissed at Kirishima still that he had taken it out on you by accident. So much for a good first impression…

They let out a small giggle and Bakugou’s red eyes widened. H-had not fucked up?

“You’re just as sharp tongued as my classmates said.” They smiled and then looked to Kirishima and pointed at him.

“That guy over there told me that you had a crush on me, is that true Bakugou-kun?”

Bakugou-kun, he could just explode on the spot from the words… no way was this happening? Did they enjoy his abrasive personality?

“...Who the hell takes that hair-for-brain’s word for anything?” He scoffed and looked away from them.

“Hmm.” They pondered and then took out a pen and grabbed his hand.

“The hell are you doing shit-pai ?!” He barked, giving them a nasty nickname.

“You’re lucky I like tsunderes so much…” They trailed off and caped the pen. “Call me~”

They turned around and left, knowing full well that Bakugou was looking back and forth between the number on his hand and the retreating figure of his crush that had practically told him that they wanted to go out with him.

When the shock was over he smirked and took his phone out, ignoring the kissy faces Kaminari & Sero were making.

“Well Kirishima, you helped me out this time…”

“I told you I got you br-”

“But do that ever fucking again and I will kill you.”

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Kirishima Eijiro:

“You did what?!” Kirishima hollered and rubbed his hands through his spiked locks, thus ruining the 30 minutes he had spent doing it this morning.

“It fucking happened to pop up in the conversation, so I told them. What’s the big fucking deal?” Bakugou snapped back, already pestered that Kirishima was bothered by his ‘helpful’ actions.

“BRO?! You told the person I’m crushing on that I ‘fucking have the hots for them?’ Word choice aside, that’s not cool! Not cool at all!”

“HUH?” Bakugou rolled up a study exam and smacked Kirishima on the top of his already messed up hair. “I did you and your shitty ass a favor! If you were the man you keep saying you are, you would have told them already!”

“Awe! I’m so screwed!” The redhead yelled and slammed his head down on the table of the cafe the two had been sitting in and attempting to study in.

“Well I did my job in more ways the one today, so fucking finish the rest of the problems on your own. Later loser.” Bakugou slammed his money down on the table and walked out.

Kirishima sighed and started collecting his own papers and notes before leaving his share of the bill on the table and walking out. Man… could today get any worse?

Midterms were getting closer and now he had the added problem of the cute genius from the Support class knowing that he liked them.

He sulked down the residential area where he lived, hoping that when he woke up tomorrow it would all turn out to be some terrible dream and that his secret was still a secret.

“Kirishima-san!” A bubbly voice called out from behind him and he felt his cheeks redden when he recognized the voice.

“(N-Name)-san?” He stuttered a bit and watched as the shorter student of UA came running forward and stopped in front of him. They placed their hands on their knees and attempted to catch their breath.

‘D-did they run all the way here?’ He thought as he watched his crush finally feel better and pull out their own school bag and start to rummage through it.

“H-how did you know I lived over here?” He asked as they continued searching for whatever they were looking for.

“UA lists the address on your quirk information sheets that the Support Class gets to work off of… so I may have copied it…” They mumbled and puffed their cheeks out. “I-I swear I’m not a stalker though!”

Kirishima laughed a bit at their statement and rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. “N-no worries, I trust that wouldn’t give it out willy nilly…”

“Here!” They cried suddenly and held out a letter with hearts on it towards him. Their face was covered in a deep red blush and their eyes were closed shut in embarrassment.

“I-is this for me?” Kirishima questioned it, as he knew this was a love letter. He had seen enough anime to know that this was a confession… a confession to him!

“Y-yes! I’ve been wanting to give you this since the first time you came in asking for upgrades to your hero outfit… but I was too scared to do so… or at least until your friend told me this afternoon.”

“S-seriously! You like me back? And you’re giving me this incredibly cute letter to show it? Ah!” He beamed and eagerly took the handwritten note from you. They looked back up at him and smiled when they saw the smile that was enveloping his own face.

“Y-yeah… sorry it’s pretty fluffy…”

“No way! As a man, it’s my job to accept and love all things cute! And that includes you!” He smiled and punched his fists together in his manly pose.

“Of course!” They smiled and then turned around. “W-Well I should g-get going! B-bye Kirishima-san!”

“W-wait (Name)-san!”

They turned around and looked at them, curiosity in their eyes. “Y-yes?”

“L-let’s go see a movie sometime! My treat!”

They nodded and gave him a thumbs up. “Sounds like fun! I’m free whenever!”

Kirishima watched as their figure retreated and he smiled to himself. Okay… maybe if this was a dream he wanted to continue having it for a bit longer.

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Ashido Mina:

“Y-you’re kidding right? Please tell me you're kidding…” Mina desperately clung to Toru’s clothing.

The friendly and talkative locker room discussion had suddenly turned awkward when Toru had suddenly said that (Name) would be stopping by after classes got out that day. Mina, who had been crushing on the Class 1-B member for a while, was quite interested in why.

“Oh! I told her you liked them! They seemed pretty shocked to hear it too.” Was her chipper reply.

“Toru-chan, don’t you think that was a little out of line, ribbit.” Tsu addressed the invisible girl.

“No way! Now Mina can tell them how she feels!”

“Mina should have eased into the confession herself though.” Momo chided Toru. “Now it’s as if you’ve forced her to confess.

“Ah? Did I?” Toru realized and suddenly felt incredibly guilty. “M-Mina-chan I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to… I was trying to help.”

“It’s okay Toru-chan, I know you didn’t mean any harm by it. And who knows guys, maybe they feel the same way. I guess I’ll find out after class.”

“Good luck Mina-chan!” Uraraka cheered her on and the pink girl gave her a wide smile back.

The rest of the day went by extremely slow. Focusing on lessons and her friends were the last things on Mina’s mind as the final bell drew more and more near every second.

How would they feel? Toru had said they seemed shocked when she told them… but was it a good shock or a bad shock? Did they even know who she was?

The ringing of the bell separated her from her inner conflict and then came the realization that she was about to come face to face with her crush and ultimately find out if her heart would be broken or not.

Her classmates began to clear out, the girls shooting her smiles and thumbs up in reassurance. They helped to calm her nerves down a little bit at least, or at least until her crush pushed past the last few students and was now in Class A’s room.

“Hey Mina!” They called and waved at her very energetically.

A good sign thus far as they came closer to her and pulled up and chair next to her. They observed her face for a minute, taking in her features and staring at every part of Mina’s unique form.

Mina watched as her crush retracted their close gaze and closed their eyes. They suddenly snapped their fingers and pointed to the girl next to them.

“Yup! You’re adorable!” They declared smiled brightly, causing Mina to blush and laugh awkwardly. “Therefore, I wanna treat you to dinner! Anywhere you want!”

“Seriously?!” Mina called out and slammed her hands on her desk and watched as her crush giggled.

“Of course! You’re super cute, super cheery, and pink! I love pink!”

Mina laughed happily and watched as her crush held out their hand to her. “Well Mina-chan? Shall we?”

Mina snatched her hand into theirs and smiled back at them. “Of course! I hope you like natto! I know a great place that serves some that’s to die for!”

They nodded back at her and she smiled to herself as they walked out of her classroom hand in hand.

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Bakugou Katsuki:

He hated every second of this. How he even got into this situation made him want to punch the shit out of the person next to him (who happened to be Kirishima). He was currently sitting in a large 20 person circle on the floor of the common room space and watching as an empty soda bottle spun around.

Kaminari had suggested that the class play a game of spin the bottle to pass the time and to relieve some of the boredom they all had been feeling lately. The boys were all for it, most of them thinking at least one girl in their class was at least cute.

Meanwhile the girls agreed to play but only if Mineta sat out, as none of them wanted to land on him or have him spin on them. So with the rest of the boys throwing him under the bus, Mineta was forced to sit out.

It was actually quite surprising how even Bakugou agreed to play. Sure he had scoffed at it and called them ‘horny bitches’ but he sat down in the circle nonetheless. The reason?

(Name) was playing and if he had even the slightest chance to lip lock with her, then he’d fucking take his chances. And luck behold he was given the chance to spin first.

“And remember if it comes down to it, you can refuse the kiss, but then you have to take a mystery shot of whatever the hell we find in the kitchen and blend up!” Kaminari cried, rubbing his hands together.

“Whatever…” he glared and watched as the bottle started slowing down. He watched as it spun towards its person of fate.

Deku, Icy-Hot, Kirishima, Round Face, and then finally stopping on (Name). He could feel his face heat up and he quickly shook his head to drive away his look of disbelief at his luck.

“Oh! (Name) has to kiss Bakugou! (Name) has to kiss Bakugou!” Mina cried out and shook her friend back and forth.

“I can see that Mina-chan.” She giggled and crawled on all fours toward Bakugou. “So are you going to kiss me or sit there with that angry pout, Bomber?”

He rolled his eyes and glared at her. “Huh? Well dumbass I’d rather not drink that shitty smoothie, so I guess you the lesser of two evils.”

You giggled and cupped his face, causing the male to flush a little. “Those lovely red cheeks of your say otherwise.”

“Shut the hell up… how am I supposed to feel about kissing someone as stupid as you?” He barked not liking not being in control.

“Then shut up and kiss me. The sooner you do, then the sooner I can take my turn~”

He grabbed the back of your head and slammed his lips against yours. He admitted it was a bit rougher then he would have liked for his first kiss with (Name), but with so many eyes watching he had to keep up appearances.

So as much as he enjoyed the feeling of her lips on his and her sweet taste of strawberries and raspberries, he pulled away after a few seconds. (Name) blinked her eyes and stared at him.

“What?!” He shouted as she looked at him with such a blank and bewildered expression.

“You’re a really good kisser… I didn’t expect that, but damn.”

It took everything in him not to smash his lips on her again and prove that that first kiss was nothing compared to what he could actually do.

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Kirishima Eijiro:

“Awe hurry up (Name)-chan!” Kaminari complained. “It’s your turn and we all want to see what lucky person gets to kiss you.”

You rolled your eyes at his flirt, reaching across the circle and rubbing his blonde locks, messing up its natural state. He chuckled and patted your hand away, and then attempted to fix his unique hair.

Seeing this as your moment to start your turn you spun the empty bottle and leaned back and waited for it to land on the person you would kiss. Or the person who would deny your lip lock and instead take a shot of some drink.

From what you had seen Kirishima, Kaminari & Mina blending this liquid was made up of mustard, chips, a banana, some gatorade a pinch of tabasco sauce, as well as tomato paste among other things. Therefore you must truly be appalling if someone would rather chug down a shot of that then kiss you for less than 10 seconds.

The bottle finally began its slow descent and then landed right in Kirishima. His face went from mild interest to a pure and excited smile as soon as he realized what it meant.

“Awe man! Really? I get to kiss (Name)!” He cheered obviously happy that he was the chosen one for this encounter.

“Well unless you would rather drink whatever the hell you made.” You chuckled.

“Are you joking? I’d rather kiss Bakugou then drink that thing we made…” He shivered and ignored Bakugou screaming at him from the other side of the circle.

He got up and kneeled down in front of you smiling like a kid on Christmas morning at how lucky he was. He had been crushing on you big time, maybe since the first day of classes. But he was always beat himself up to much when it came to saying something to you.

But now was the perfect time do something or at least know what it felt like to kiss his princess.

“Well are you going to look at me or are you going to kiss me Kirishima-kun?” You batted your eyelashes at him, pulling on his arm to bring him closer to you in a gentle manor.

He blushed and nodded. He closed his eyes and ever so slowly moved forward. He could smell your addicting scent of berries up close and he couldn’t get over how this was actually happening.

Then slowly he felt his lips meet another pair and a soft hand on the side of his face. He blinked his red orbs open slowly and saw his crush with her eyes closed, enjoying his kiss as much as she was enjoying his.

She opened her eyes much too soon for his liking and broke away from him, a small blush spreading across her face as she did so. He chuckled, knowing his own face was more then likely the shade of his hair.

“Wah! You two were so cute!” Toru chirped.

You chuckled at her happiness and glanced to Kirishima. “You’re turn to spin.”

He nodded and spun the bottle, hoping that he was extra lucky tonight so he could do that again.

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Kirishima Eijiro:

The crowds moved quickly, pushing and rubbing against him more then he was comfortable with. As what seemed like the 20th person to accidentally collide with him, his locks falling more and more, Kirishima finally gave up.

Sitting down at an empty table, the only remaining indication that someone had been here before being the empty or nearly empty cups and plates, Kirishima was finally able to catch his breath.

He glanced around, attempting to look for the people he had come with, knowing that they were here somewhere… doing something. He saw Kaminari getting turned down by some girl near the front of the ballroom. Across the way was Sero, helping himself to some punch, his smile wide as he chatted with who Kirishima assumed to be Mina. (Her pink skin and golden horns were pretty recognizable after all).

His blood red eyes finally found the last member of his inner circle, standing outside on a balcony. Bakugou appeared to be having a conversation with a familiar girl in a soft rose red dress, the male’s body language not very happy to be talking in the first place.

Kirishima sighed, it appeared even Bakugou had found someone to spend time with tonight, leaving him to be the odd one out. Sulking, he pushed down the last strands of his hair, the dyed color no longer being up, but rather down as it naturally did.

“Not going your way either?” The sound of a chair being pulled out, made the mask covered teen turn to see a girl sitting down across from him. She wore her hair in a braid, it being pinned in a circular fashion to her head. Her mask was black on one side and the other in white, almost like Ying and Yang itself.

Her dress was mostly white with black floral accents hanging around below her waist, as if the flowers were bursting outwards. She looked nice, if not a bit strange since most of the girls here were wearing bright colors and frilly fabrics.

“I guess, more lonely than anything. My friends all found someone to talk to, yet I’m here by myself.” Kirishima chuckled, feeling a bit awkward for dumping this onto a girl who he was pretty sure he’s never had a conversation about before.

“Well if you want some company, I don’t mind sitting and talking to you for a while. Like I said night has been pretty poor on my end.”

“And why would that be? I-if you don’t mind me asking.” He fit the last sentence in quickly, not wanting to impose.

“Not at all. I was originally supposed to come with someone… but he suddenly decided he didn’t want to come. We had a fight and I called it off… was getting kinda tired of him anyway…”

“He sounds like a major jerk. It's a man’s job to at least dance with his woman once.”

She chuckled at his words, Kirishima smiling softly at this. She was kinda cute and she seemed really sweet as well. Maybe… he should ask for a dance?

“You’re really nice. Can I ask for your name if that’s alright?”

“Kirishima Eijiro.”

Her eyes widened behind her own mask, Kirishima’s eyes widening slightly as well. While hers eyes were unreadable, Kirishima’s easily told her he was a bit nervous about her reaction.

“N-No worries! I’m only shocked cause I didn’t think I’d be sitting and talking to the infamous Red Riot.”

Kirishima blushed. “I-I’m not that famous…”

“Are you kidding me? You’ve been trending and growing in popularity among young adult fans since you took down that thug in the alley during your first year! I’d be more surprised if someone didn’t know the name Red Riot!”

“Y-you can’t be serious? Do I seriously have that many fans?” He choked, feeling his heart leap from excitement. His smile glowed in the dimly lit building, making his mysterious company chuckle a bit more.

“Strong, kind hearted and level headed… you really are the ideal package aren’t you Kirishima-kun?”

Kirishima blushed, rubbing his locks and laughing at her sweet and almost flirty compliment. “Awe come on, you’re gonna flatter me too much ah-”

He paused realizing he still didn’t know her name. And odd feeling since he usually tried to make friends with everyone, and yet not knowing her name or her story seemed to flow easily at first.

But now feeling as if he had opened the door to her, he wanted to know her name. He wanted to be able to know at least that if anything, as a name was such an important fact about someone and possibly even a symbol of themselves as well.

“(Name).” She smiled, knowing what he was wanting to ask her even before he did so.

“Wow… your name’s really pretty…” He said without thinking, watching her flush up and blush. He reacted like a mirror to her when he realized what he said, quickly throwing up his hands and letting out a nervous chuckle.

“S-Sorry that was weird! A-anyway what class are you part of?”

He wanted to change the subject. And she happily obliged.

“General studies. I don’t have any interest in being a hero, but UA will help me get into a wonderful college.”

“What do you want to do?”

“I’d really like to be a children’s doctor.”

She softly smiled, her cheeks reddening. Kirishima smiled as well, liking how passionate her face showed she was about her dream. Plus a doctor! She must be smart to get into UA, but a doctor was another thing entirely! She must be a genius.

“Well you’ll still be a hero then!” He called out, throwing a fist upwards, showing off his eagerness.

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“You’ll be saving and helping out little kids, just like a hero would! You’ll be a hero and a doctor!”

She laughed and he joined her, the air feeling light and easy, much like how their conversations had flown. Things just felt right to talk to her, and Kirishima wanted to ensure he could see her again after the dance.

“Thank you Kirishima-kun. But I’m afraid I have to get going, my friend just asked for me to leave with her. Safer to travel in groups righ?”

“Ah yeah, of course… but before you go… um? Any chance I could give you my number? If you want it that is!”

(Name) smiled, whipping out her phone from her pocketbook and handing it to him.

“I’ll text you later. Until then… I hope you enjoy the rest of your night.” She smiled.

Kirishima typed in the number’s he knew by heart and then gave her the device back. He watched her approach another girl and the two left together: one in red and one in white.

Kirishima smiled and then saw bakugou standing in a crowd, once again by himself, looking utterly lost and confused. Sprinting up to him, Kirishima could not wait to tell his best friend all about the girl he had talked to.

Though he was also pretty sure Bakugou wouldn’t listen… but he’d cross that problem and keep talking anyway. He was much too excited not to after all.

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Shinsou Hitoshi:

Let’s face it, the recommended tab on Youtube was one of the most inaccurate and annoying parts of the video sharing website. You watch one click bait video by accident and the next thing you know… all of your recommended videos are clickbait titles and thumbnails you really have no interest in.

Poor Shinsou just wanted to watch one the newest video of one of the few youtuber’s he actually liked. But of course, the minute he pulls up the page to Youtube, his feed is full of videos the website he thinks he would like.

Sighing in irritation as he really does not need ‘20 life hacks for the busy mom’ he starts clicking the tab indicating he’s not interested in the videos. Slowly but surely he gets to the last one, but his finger hovers over the keyboard.

The girl on the thumbnail looks familiar… but it couldn’t be? She was always pretty shy in class, so what would make her want to record herself for… 7 million people?!

Feeling his curiosity being peaked, Shinsou clicked the video. As her face appears on the video, he knows for sure it's her: (Full Name) the cute and shy girl who sits two seats to the right of him in class. And now here she is smiling brightly for the camera and addressing her audience.

Curious as to what kind of content she makes, he continues watching soon realizing she’s a story time youtuber and a vlogger. He understands why: nearly everyone in Japan as well as the world wants to know what being a student at UA is like and she’s sweet and detailed enough to allow people the chance to find out.

“Today I embarrassed myself a bit more then usual…” She chuckles in embarrassment and then squishes her cheeks together. “... and in front of the boy who I like…”

Shinsou flinches from this… she likes someone? Shaking his head he continues listening, not wanting to miss a single detail, as she had really wound him in.

“I had just finished buying my lunch and was walking to my seat, when my klutziness acted up again and WHAM!” She lightly smacks her desk and then shakes it, obviously smacking it harder than she meant to.

“I fall forward as I tripped over my own two feet! And to make matter worse… my sleepy hero was walking by and grabs me before I collide with the ground.

Then he just nods at me and walks off! Gah! I’m so embarrassed! He must think I’m a total idiot!”

She continues to talk, the subject changing, but Shinsou is no longer listening… rather he’s comparing to what she said and how he had literally grabbed her last week when she tripped. Both stories matching up nearly perfectly…

He shakes his head, feeling his warm cheeks and then chuckles. She said it was the boy she liked who saved her… and well… he was the one who saved her! This meant she liked him! She liked him back!

The Next Day~

(Name) is sitting calmly at her desk, waiting for the day to begin, her eyes focused on reading the comments from her latest fans. She pauses a moment when she sees a familiar name and a profile picture of a cate from her latest story time.

Shinsou Hitoshi: Good story. But my version is a bit different.

She lets out a small shriek and then turns off her phone. No way did he find her channel! And no way did he watch her video gushing over him and his heroic save of her during lunch! This was not happening… he must think she’s some obsessed stalker now…

As if on cue, the door to the classroom slides open and Shinsou walks in. The two make eye contact before (Name) blushes and buries her face in her hands, hoping to hide from Shinsou.

“I can still see you.” He mumbles coming closer and standing next to her desk. “And don’t be embarrassed, you’re a very gifted speaker.”

“Y-you were not supposed to find my videos…”

“Blame Youtube’s bad recommended feed then.”

“I’ll tell then.”

“So…” He pauses, clearing his throat. “When’s your next story time coming out?”

She pulls her head up looking at him in shock, her mouth open and her cheeks painted pink. “Y-you actually liked my stuff?”

“Yes. You’re very good at making entertaining videos. I gave you a subscribe.”

She chuckles. “Oh and whenever something happens that’s of interest, I make a story time.”

“Would the boy you like and have dubbed you ‘sleepy hero’ asking you out fit under something of interest?”

“What?”

“Would you go out with me?”

(Name) blushes and nods. “The shippers on my channel are going to go crazy over this… plus you’ll need to come on too!”

Shinsou smiles, chuckling at her excitement. “As long as I can take you out on a proper date, it's fine with me.”

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Bakugou Katsuki:

“Oh Katsuki! Look at this shop!” You called out in front of him, pointing eagerly to an array of multicolored blown glass orbs in the shop’s windows. Your eyes sparkled at the handcrafted items, the professional craftsmanship showing in the products.

“Jesus… for a pregnant woman you move fast as fuck…” Bakugou growled, marching up to where you were at, glancing at what you were looking at. Glass? Really what was so special or cool about glass?

“They’re pretty aren’t they! Oh we should see if they have any classes available!” You excitedly told him, turning to you husband in happiness.

He sighed and touched your arm before you had the chance to march inside the store and ask. He didn’t want his wife who was carrying his child to go anywhere near melted glass, sharp objects or an open fire, so this was out of the question.

“I don’t think so, let’s find you another activity to do.” He scolded, tugging you away.

“Oh come on! Just because I’m pregnant doesn’t mean I’m helpless or unable to do things.” She tried to convince Bakugou, but knew that it was a bit useless.

Ever since you had told him that you were pregnant a few months ago, Bakugou had turned up his general protectiveness about you. He always tended to be a bit possessive and overprotective of you, from when you first started dating to when he proposed and to the wedding. But now it was ridiculous… he didn’t even let you use a butter knife.

He was being irrational, and with enough nagging and hormone induced crying, he finally realized it and had bought you a week’s getaway to a good sized beach town. The rented condo was perfect and the town had plenty of fun things to do… if someone would let up on his overprotective mother side.

“Pregnant or not, I ain’t lettin’ ya play with fucking hot glass… I know from experience a burn is not a fun thing to have form on ya.”

“Alright fine. You’re right.” You sighed, watching him straighten up and smirk in victory.

“Of fucking course I’-”

“But you're taking me out to get some ice cream right now!”

He stopped, turning to look at you, his eye twitching. “We just fucking ate lunch 20 minutes ago…”

You sighed, touching your growing stomach and giving him sad eyes. “But the baby is making me crave ice cream…”

He let out a soft grunt before sighing. He glanced down the street, seeing an ice cream parlor and gently grabbed your hand once more, this time gently. He walked side to side with you, watching as his wife unconisouly rubbed her growing belly.

It was strange… you were three months along yet it seemed so much longer than that. Not because of the hormones and craving, but rather because with every passing day Bakugou found himself getting a bit impatient. He wanted to meet his kid already, but he still had a long way to go.

“Hey.” He called out, making you look at him. Those big orbs of your making his heart flutter like the day he first saw you, his palms getting sweaty from his boy reacting to the love he had for you. “I never thought I’d want a fucking kid…”

You blinked, your head casting downward at his words. His mind smacked him, and he quickly finished what he had meant to tell you.

“Hold on shitty wife, I never thought I’d have kids cause I didn’t think I’d ever meet someone stupid enough to want to marry my shit self. Yet here you are, and pregnant with my kid too…”

“Katsuki… I’m not sure what you’re saying.” (Name) tilted her head, her eyes clouded in confusion and concern for him. Did he finally crack?

“UgH! For fuck’s sake…” He breathed and then suddenly reached out and touched your belly. “I’m fucking excited to be a dad!”

Your mouth opened into a ‘O’ shape and you lifted your hand to hide the small giggles coming from your mouth. Even after all this time he either messed up saying what he meant, or he just yelled it at you bluntly.

“I know you are. You’re gonna be an amazing dad.”

“Hell yeah! Our kid is gonna kick Deku’s kid’s ass!”

You sighed and shook your head. Yup… he never changed, no matter what.

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Bakugou Katsuki:

Sometimes working as a hero meant less than exciting fights or activities, as such was his task today. Rather than taking down a villain, Bakugou found himself inside a burning building. Some dumb resident had left their stove on, thus the entire apartment had erupted into flames.

The only benefit was that several other heroes had arrived in time and gotten the flames under control, but there were still people inside, needing assistance getting out and away from the flames and smoke.

Passing through another burning hallway, Bakugou angrily kicked open another door running inside the apartment and checking out the surrounding area, making sure no dumb kids had hidden themselves in the room.

He was annoyed, as some the the senior heroes had assumed that since he could create explosions, this meant he had an immunity to fire. That wasn’t always the case as even Bakugou could get burns on himself, nor did he had an invincibility from the poisonous air filling his lungs the longer he stayed inside the building.

On the bright side, he only had to check one more room and then he could evacuate the building as well. Coughing a bit and then finally smacking the hot door open, he scurried inside, glancing around the living room.

With no one there, he saw an opened door to a bedroom near the living room, and charged towards the area. His red orbs widened as he spotted a figure sitting on a bed calmly, the person looking relaxed among the ash and soot.

“Hey! You need to get out of here!” Bakugou called, reaching out and tugging said person up, a deck of cards falling from this girl’s hands as he did so.

She immediately let out a gasp, breaking out of his hold and grabbing the cards before they could be burned by the flames. Bakugou didn’t give up, and when he saw she had grabbed her cards, he scooped this idiot up and swung her over his shoulder.

“Hey! Let go!” She pounded on him.

Bakugou ignored her, but knew that this idiot was one of the biggest ones he had ever seen. Why the hell was she sitting on a bed and then freaked out when he dropped her cards? Was she crazy?

“Shut the fuck up! We’re getting out of here and then getting your head checked!” He barked, dashing towards the nearest window, his grip on her tightening as he jumped out the window. He smirked and breathed in the fresh air as glass fell around him and the girl he saved, their bodies falling quickly to the ground below.

He landed on his feet, the ground bumping from his weight and how harshly Bakugou hit the ground. The girl on his shoulder had quieted down, finally deciding to cooperate with him it seemed. Good on her.

Bakugou sulked over to an ambulance, glancing the girl down. He shot a paramedic a glare, his finger pointing to you. The young man dashed over, stopping at the two of you.

“H-how can I help?” The paramedic asked, his voice trembling. Bakugou roe a brow, must be his first day on the job.

“Check us over dipshit.” He growled, the man doing so.

He cleared Bakugou quickly giving him a cold bottle of water to rehydrate. He then approached the girl, but she held her hand up.

“I have some more important subjects I want you to look over-” She spoke, taking out her cards once again, holding them up. “-They’ll need more attention then I do.”

She through one card into the air. It bursted into a blinding light causing Bakugou and the paramedic to look away from how bright it was. When the light cleared, a small ash covered child was standing in front of them, her eyes watery and her teddy bear singed from the fire.

The girl released one card after another, each holding a child inside of it. Finally the last and 17th child was released from the deck of playing cards and the paramedic was calling for extra assistance.

The girl glanced at Bakugou, her smirk rising and his eyes widening. Before he could say anything to her though, she opened her mouth.

“One save to you… though I didn’t need it. And 17 to me. I win this round~ Better luck next time!” She waved walking off, her statement making Bakugou’s blood boil.

His eye twitched and his mouth snarled. This wasn’t over, he’d beat you the next time you saw him. Just you wait and see.

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“Did you hear about the student who got kicked out?”

“No, who got kicked out?”

“I don’t know his name… but apparently some first year got kicked out last week because he became really mentally unstable and put another first year into the hospital.”

“Are you serious? What happened to this psycho?”

“That’s the thing… no one knows. He just up and disappeared after his expulsion… pretty freaky right?”

“Yeah… I just hope I’ll never run into that guy.”

The sound of someone slamming their textbook shut with an echoing thud alerted the two gossiping girls that they were easily heard, the person who caused the noise obviously not happy about their words.

You turned, your eyes projecting knives into their hearts, the cold glare making them both gasp slightly. You rolled your eyes, pacing to towards the self to return the book and then head home for the afternoon.

It had been a week since Aizawa Shota had put one of your classmates into the hospital. The rumors starting up right away of course from the incident, most of them covering the true with an addictive coating of addictive lies.

Your eyes batted along the nearly abandoned streets, the only living figures being yourself and a few strange cats wondering about lazily, their tails swaying as you passes them by.

You sighed, feeling the same uneasy feeling coming over yourself again, the events from that training simulation playing in your mind. You had been on Aizawa’s team when he suddenly lost it, your classmate having been lucky to survive.

“I came looking for stray cats, but looks like I found something more interesting.”

You paused in your pace, glancing behind you to see the former student, his attire different than last week. His hair was messy, no longer clean and slicked back. His clothing was all black aside from the straps of beige around his neck. His eyes looked disinterested, despite him being the one who started this conversation.

“I thought you had skipped town.”

“Is there a reason I should?”

“Because UA has notified the police of what you did. They’ve been told to take you into custody when they find you.”

He sighed, bending down to rub the ears of a cat who came forward. The cat meowed happily, liking the man’s attention and affection. Aizawa smiled, picking the cat up in his arms and then responding to you.

“I assume that makes me a villain then. Does that mean a hero like you is going to try to take me in?” He spoke, his voice dull though he sounded genuinely curious of what you would do.

“Is this some kind of game to you?” You spat back, hands balling up and eyes staring at him. “You’re some kind of scary story that the other students are spreading around for God’s sake!”

Aizawa placed the cat down, walking closer to you. He smiled that slightly disturbing smile he had shown you many times before, but this time you finally knew just how sinister it could be and how terrified you should be of it.

“Any good villain has a reputation (Name).”

“You’re not a villain, but you’re allowing people to make you into one.”

“No.” He spoke, his eyes casting away from you. He was gone in the next second, but his parting words left you shaking, the walk home seemingly more haunting now.

“Everyone thought I was meant to be a villain from the beginning. Only now, I’ve come to embrace it.”

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Todoroki Shouto:

“(Name), do you have a moment?” Todoroki asked, his voice appearing out of nowhere. You blinked and nodded, getting up from your lunch table and following the multicolor haired boy to an enclosed area.

“What’s up Shouto?” You asked, leaning against a wall, Todoroki joining you near your side. His breathing seemed strange, as it picked up when his hand accidentally brushed against yours.

“How long have we known each other now, (Name)?” He prompted you, his voice holding that familiar somewhat monotone way of speaking.

“Umm?” You thought it over a minute, trying to remember the exact years. You had known him nearly all your life, you being the only child he was allowed to play with and spend time with as a friend during his terrible childhood.

Enji had originally intended for his son to simply use you as a tool to better Shouto’s progression, but somewhere along the way Enji uncharacteristically seemed to drop that and allow his son to hang out with his best friend whenever Shouto was given free time.  Very out of character for Endeavor, but one Shouto didn’t try to think too much on.

“Almost 12 years right? We were four when we started having playdates, right?” You finally answered back, snapping your fingers from finding the correct answer to his question.

“We’ve know each other for a long time then, I knew you before I even got my quirk.” Todoroki mumbled, raising his right hand slowly staring at his hand in thought. “So it's not easy to say this… as I fear what you might do in response…”

You stiffened at his words as they seemed so lost and hopeless, an emotional display that you had not seen from him in ages. Was he feeling okay?

“Shouto? Are you alright?” You asked, grabbing his held up hand and pressing it against both your palms. Your hands felt warm, but everything about you was warm to him.

“Yes. I’m fine, just nervous about telling you what’s on my mind.”

“You can tell me anything, you’re my best friend.” You smiled softly squeezing your connected hands.

“That’s part of the issue though.” He began. “I don’t want to just be your best friend any longer.”

You tilted your head, not understanding his cryptic response. Your (eye color) orbs met his blue one as well as his silver one. Your heartbeat a tiny bit faster at this, your cheeks feeling a new warmth as well.

Todoroki looked so handsome staring at you the way he currently was. The way his hair was tousled the part dividing his hair in an exact way that looked to have been cut by a surgeon. His eyes different, yet holding the same look of dedication that they always held, but only recently softening up.

He looked at you though in a foreign way, one you had never received before or at least not seen. Truthfully, Todoroki had been giving you this devoted pining look a lot lately since he came to realize his feelings, but it was only known he had come to build up the courage to tell you.

“What do you mean by that?” You inquired, glancing away in doubt. His words didn’t feel like he no longer wanted to be friends, but what else could it mean?

He sighed, using his free hand to gently stroke your cheek, his voice humming as he did so. You glanced back up at him and kept your eyes locked with his, your heart pounding against your ribcage, wanting to burst out by the second.

“I think I might be in love with you. Therefore only being your friend no longer holds the meaning or the relationship I desire of you. However… I don’t wish to lose you if you don’t return my feelings…”

He trailed off, sighing. He closed his unique hues, his pale eyelids hiding away the enchanting beauties you loved. You nodded, his hand moving with the movement. He glanced back at you, his heart hitching when a smile but growing smile was met.

“Shouto… you have nothing to worry about, you won’t ever lose me.”

He chuckled dryly, knowing what you meant. He leaned in pressing you into his hold and breathing in your scent. A scent of comforting nostalgia from his childhood and the scent of the person who he had given his heart to.

As well as the scent belonging to the person who gave him their’s in return.

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He was in a bad mood. Hell, he was in a bad mood 75% of the time. But this time was different, this time he let that anger consume him and he ended up yelling at you. His voice carried high, dishing out annoyances and pet peeves he didn’t even have about you, but wanting nothing more than to get this build up off his chest.

You were just as stubborn as he was though, so when push came to shove his yelling caused your yelling. You insulted his attitude, his personality and even his hero costume telling him he was damn old enough to stop being an angsty teenager and act like a ‘fucking adult’. He sure didn’t like that.

In all truths, this was probably the worst fight the two of you had ever had and it all started out with a simple ‘Guess worked fucked you again?’. You had meant it as a playful remark to his slamming of the door when he walked in, but it was this that set him off.

And it was him grabbing his jacket and slamming the door one final time that made you realize he probably wasn’t coming back anytime soon or at all for that matter. Bakugou didn’t apologize, nor did you when you knew you were not in the wrong, such as right now.

It didn’t set in at first that he had just walked out of your argument, of your shared apartment and of your life. How could it? It had happened so quickly!

It did however when you subconsciously finished making dinner, the two plates you had set up from before the fight sending a thought through your mind of what had happened and allowing your emotions to finally react to it.

He wasn’t coming back.

No more kisses when he got home. No more dinners where he talked about his day at the hero agency. No more teasing him when you treated his wounds. No more cuddling with him pretending like he didn’t love it. No more sleeping together where he kept you warm on cold nights. 

No more Katsuki.

Droplets of crystal clear water like orbs mixed in with the spicy curry, one of his favorites. The taste would become sour now, as you had soiled it with your tears. Your hands rubbed the water away, but it only caused the droplets to well up more until you were eating them and stuffed down hiccups.

He was gone. He said he was done and slammed the door behind him. Katsuki wasn’t coming home because this was no longer home for him.

You trembled as flashes of scenes appeared like a scrapbook in your head, each one sending another spike into your heart as you left the food out. You could care less about dinner or eating, your appetite had vanished, your heart following close behind it appeared.

You found yourself in you room next how you got here a blur as the tears had blinded you. Your mind was fading, your heart fueled by pain being in charge now. You searched through his clothes, finding an old sweatshirt of All Might’s ‘M’ he would wear during his lazy days at home with you.

His smell was still sticking to it of course, he had worn it so often and had it for so long that his smell of firewood and cinnamon was just part of the fabric now. Your nose breathed it in, like his smell was an addictive drug and you were craving a high.

You leaned down on the mattress, it bouncing you slightly, tear drops breaking off and landing on the covers as your body moved. You cocooned yourself under the blankets, clinging desperately to his sweatshirt. Maybe if you fell asleep fast enough you’d wake up and get a chance to not have this become reality.

Several hours later, he paced back in through the doorway an eerie silence greeting him back. He kicked off his shoes and through his jacket back off, pacing in his socks and black tank top to the living room.

It was past midnight and he had finally cooled down enough to realize he had messed up enough to feel guilty. It was a strange but not foreign emotion to him. He had felt it several times through his young life, but not enough for him to be familiar with it or know how to properly deal with it.

He had been in the wrong, yelling at you in such a manner and then going as far to threaten to leave you was low, even for him. He wouldn’t be surprised if you had left first if he was being honest.

He never thought when he asked you out it would turn into this. He thought he was the kind of guy who a girl would give 2-3 dates at most before saying he just wasn’t the type of guy she was looking to have a long term relationship with.

Yet here he was, 16 months in with you. He could count all the major life steps he had taken with you on one hand and the ones he was still hoping to do on his other. But after tonight, the story might have ended here.

He spotted the curry left on the stove, his favorite and another punch to his already remorseful mind, his stomach churning in pain at the sight. You had even gotten out one of the nicer bottles of wine, meaning you had been looking forward to seeing him tonight.

He picked up dinner, not wanting it to go to waste. It very much could be the last meal of yours he’ll ever eat and he sure as hell would not be letting it go into the trash. He would savor every bite and cherish every second put into making it.

The clock read an unGodly time for him to even still be up, so he decided to retire for the night. Nothing good happens late at night after all, so dwelling on his idiotic actions from earlier would lead him to make more he would regret.

The bedroom door creaked open, causing you to sit up. Your eyes adjusted to the source of the light from the hallway being blocked by a single figure in the doorway. Your eyes swelled up again, your tears making their return.

Bakugou stared back at you. Your eyes red and puffy, your body holding that ratty old sweatshirt of his like your life depended on it, and your lips coming and going between a smile and a frown.

“Katsuki… you actually came back.” (Name) spoke in uncertainty.

“You stayed…” He responded, his own fears having died down from seeing you in his bed. But his guilt quickly took its place, as he had made you cry.

Bakugou was a harsh tongued and rude individual. But he hated seeing you cry. Even more so if he was the one who caused it.

He hesitantly walked in, pausing at the foot of his bed, the familar soft sheets wrapped around his broken lover. He sat down abruptly, his hands rubbing viciously through his hair.

You crawled towards him, knowing he only did this when something was eating away at him. Neither of you made a move to touch or say anything though, the wounds from each other fresh, but the vulnerability of being alone again had caused deeper ones.

“I fucked up.”

“I shouldn’t have agitated you.”

You both spoke at the same time, each of your gazes turning to the other. His red orbs looked angry and guilty, your (eye color) holding remorse and longing.

“It was my fault Katsuki!”

“I was the one who fucking snapped!”

You both stopped and stared at the other. A soft giggle escaped your lips and Bakugou rose an eyebrow at his.

“What’s so damn funny now?”

You shook you head, voice still raspy from crying for so long.

“Just that we’re arguing about who caused the other argument…”

He nodded, another long pause filling the air. He sighed, getting ready to sleep on the couch for the night. Your hand reached out and tugged on him gently.

He looked at you, his gaze softening a bit more at your form looking at him in such a needy way. A look he wasn’t used to seeing from his strong and beautiful lover.

“Stay.”

“Are you sure?”

“I don’t want to fall asleep without you by my side again Katsuki.”

He nodded, getting in with you, tugging you close and allowing his guilt to finally take over. You’d both need to talk about this in the morning, but for right now at least you both would survive the night with the other next to you.

“I won’t fucking leave you again then.”

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Bakugou Katsuki:

His thoughts were restless, his mind making the ceiling seem more interesting than it actually was. The question from a few weeks ago bothering him every night at this God forbidden hour. The way she smiled brightly when she brought it up, how his own damn nerves made him have to turn her down, and how her mood has been a bit low ever since.

He turns his gaze to glance at his sleeping wife of a few years, her face peaceful her lips parted slightly, some drool coming out of her mouth. He stifles a laugh at how stupid she looks, rubbing her saliva away with his thumb making her stir.

“Katsuki?” Her voice echoes back to him, his eyes closing to recall the memory once again.

It had been a calm evening, the two of you walking home from the grocery store, a few bags in each of your arms, the meals for the next few days planned and bought for.

“Yeah?” He responded, widening ruby hues at her smiling face.

“Do you want kids?”

His mind froze, his hand in hers loosening from being caught fo off guard with such a question. He shook his head to return to reality, his face heating up and his hands feeling sweaty.

“I-I never really fucking thought ‘bout it. Why? Have you?”

(Name) nodded, pulling him to continue their walk. “A bit. We’ve been married for a while, and a few of our friends are expecting or have had their baby already… I was just curious if we’d ever have one as well?”

Her voice quieted down near the end. Bakugou clicked his tongue, making her turn to look at him. He scowled and shook his head.

“The hell do you want a kid for? They eat, shit, cry and will be a huge annoyance for years…” He seethed expressing false feelings to this matter.

“I didn’t know you felt that way…” She mumbled dropping the subject and all conversation as well for the remaining part of the walk home.

However, little did his wife know that true reason Bakugou had denied having children. And the reason why he decided to lie in the first place to get her off his back about it.

Now he wasn’t trying to be cruel, so when he saw he had hurt her beyond what an apology could do he felt extremely guilty, but he didn’t want to tell her the true reason he was denied it.

He was embarrassed.

He had tried to be intimate with his wife several times and nearly every time something had gone wrong right when things had started to get good. The first time he accidentally burned her arm due to him letting his quirk off without realizing it. The second time he slammed her too harshly into the bed and as a result (Name) got a concussion. The third time he literally exploded the bed and not in the sexy way… in the ‘I have explosive sweat and I’m excited’ kind of way. The fourth time he was kneed in the face by you when you had tried to give him better access to your body.

While he had also had successful sex a few times as well, his track record was still poor with this kind of thing, thus he didn’t want to risk hurting her when this type of sex would be so important.

Which brings him to know, staring holes at the ceiling and rethinking his life and his damn mistakes. He felt a weight shift onto him, his eyes reopening to see his beautiful wife had crawled on top of him.

She rubbed her legs against his, her touch very light but sensational to him. She watched as he looked at her, his blood red orbs looking at her curiously. She smiled, coming forward and kissing him on the lips, her kiss feeling hungry. He knew what she was getting at.

“Take care of me dear husband~” She cooed, fingers pulling at the elastic of his underwear.

“It’s 2am damn woman.” He barked, but sat up nonetheless.

(Name) smiled as Katsuki kissed her collarbone, getting himself in the mood. He wasn’t going to mess up this time. He had overcome worse and so a little episode of sex with his wife was child’s play…. Child?

He stopped his actions suddenly, pulling away and reaching forward and grabbing his wife by the shoulder’s and causing her to stare at him in concern.

“Katsuki? Are you okay?” She asked, voice full of concern.

“I’m not going to wear a condom.” He told her, her head tilting in confusion and her eyes blinking.

“Okay… I’ll just take a pill tomorrow like I usually do then…”

“No, don’t take a pill.”

“Are you going to pull out then?”

Bakugou groaned, his hand slapping against his face. “Do you want a fucking kid or not damn woman?!”

He slammed his hands over his mouth, not meaning to yell or suddenly declare that either. He watched as (Name)’s eyes widened and a large smile etched across her face.

“You want a baby?” She called out, Bakugou blushing when he heard the words from her.

“Y-you wanted one so bad and have been a fucking mope since I told you no… so I thought about it and decided that maybe a kid won’t be too fucking bad. I mean I’m the best and you're not half bad yourself, so our kid is pretty much fucking set to be a badass…”

(Name) chuckled, sweetly kissing bakugou on his lips. “Of course, we’ll have the number 1 baby.”

“Damn right we will… should we start then?”

She nodded, allowing bakugou to flip her onto her back, his body hanging over her. She smiled softly once more at him, the final piece encouragement he needed to do this.

“Let’s make a fucking baby then.”

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Domestic! Bakugou Katsuki:

The baby monitor was going off again, your infant daughter crying her tiny heart out again. You rolled over, eyes opening and taking a moment to wake up before you decided to sit up and take care of your baby girl.

Katsuki was stirring next to you, his eyebrows knit together in annoyance from hearing his daughter’s cries in his unconscious state. You sighed but smiled softly at your husband, moving softly as not to wake him up.

He had just started returning to work this week after his long paternity leave, leaving you to take care of Katsumi on your own during the days. It wasn’t as much of a hassle as it was before, especially now that Katsumi was nearly 11 months, but even so you could not help but feel utterly beat when these 3am screams started.

You had insisted though for Bakugou to go back to his agency, even though he could still take at least another month off with paid leave. But you knew he missed his hero work and was craving to do heroics again. So after much coaxing and pushing him out the door, he was finally back at work.

Truthfully the house was a bit quieter with him out during the late mornings and afternoons, allowing you to take care of Katsumi as well as finish your own todo lists. You loved Katsuki… but at times he was a bit too loud and emotional to have around a small child.

As such you had been taking the nightly calls, letting Bakugou sleep. He was going back to work and being more careful now that he had a daughter in his life, therefore the least you could do is let him sleep.

Your feet hit the carpet near your bed and you raked a hand through your hair, trying to find the stamina to stand up and walk down the hallway. The sooner you comforted Katsumi, the sooner you could go back to sleep. Plus you precious child needed you and you would do anything to calm her bubbling whimpers.

“Lay the fuck back down.” Bakugou’s voice caused you to jump slightly, his rough hand gently pulling you back. “I’ll get our brat.”

“You’re awake? Sorry, did Katsumi wake you?” You spoke to him, watching as he got up effortlessly. He was so full of energy, unlike yourself.

“Yeah but unlike you I’m not running on fumes. Lay down, I can take this one.” He repeated himself.

“You have work tomorrow though.”

“And you're fucking taking care of Katsumi all day in my place.”

You gave in, laying back down underneath the covers and sheets. You heard Bakugou click his tongue, obviously proud to have won the argument with his usually stubborn wife. But he knew why you gave in so suddenly, and was going to help you out.

His bare feet tickled against the cold hard wood as he arrived at the door he had now become accustomed to looking at and checking for nearly a year now. Katsumi’s shrill sounds were still on max volume, however the minute Bakugou turned the knob her sounds lowered.

Katsuki walked in, turning on a small purple desk lamp lighting up the room so he could see his pride and joy. Katsumi was standing up against her crib, her small fists balled against one of the blankets hanging from the crib. Her red eyes were bubbling with hot tears, her small lips quivering.

When she recognized it was her father who had come to her aid, she let go of the blanket and stretched out her arms grabbing her palms towards him. Bakugou sighed coming forward and picking up his scared child.

“You lonely or something brat?” He asked her like she could say more than a few words.

Katsumi clung to him, her cries finally dying down against her father’s chest. He heard her mumbled incoherent words and babbles, the occasional ‘dadda’ spoken by her as well.

Bakugou rubbed her small head, rocking his baby back and forth waiting for her breathing to slow and her words to stop. He had never been very successful putting Katsumi to sleep, but he was determined to try tonight.

“You’re exhausting your mother, did you know that baby girl?” He asked her, her red eyes looking at his matching pair, her soft features looking at him in wonder.

“You have no idea what I’m fucking saying, do you?” He chuckled head lowering, feeling Katsumi reach up to grab his locks. Her arms were luckily too short to reach his shorter locks. He knew better than to let her grab onto his hair, as when Katsumi grabbed his lovely wife's hair her cute little hands turned into a death grip. Her determination to keep her grip already strong and a force to be reckoned with.

She was acting like him more and more everyday, making Bakugou swell with pride already. Katsumi was perfect in his eyes and nothing would change his idea of her: she was his baby, a product of the love he had for his wife and every single good thing he had about himself was Katsumi.

Katsumi yawned, her grip loosening and her eyes starting to droop again. Bakugou continued rocking her in his arms until he was sure she was back asleep again.

He observed his baby for a few minutes in her crib to double check and when she didn’t stir again, he left Katsumi to her dreams. She was finally asleep again and he could return to his bed and to (Name) who was keeping the bed warm.

He creaked the bedroom door open, seeing the other most important girl in his life peacefully sleeping. He sighed, crawling in next to her again and observed her breathing for a few moments, a small smile on his lips.

It was rare for him to give off one of those pure smiles, one filled with happiness and love. But you had given him enough of a reason to give one at this early morning. Pulling you close to him, he breathed in that scent he had fallen in love with all those years ago.

Very quietly he pressed a kiss to your temple, then closed his eyes once more as the alarm clock would be ringing sooner than he wanted. Taking one last glance at you he mumbled his words at you before retiring back into the realm of dreams like everyone else in the Bakugou residence already had.

“Thank you for giving me the greatest gift I never knew I needed.”

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Todoroki Shouto:

“Ugh my head…” You drawled out, the pillow to your side being tossed onto your face now. The light hurt and the pillow felt cool, so it was the only thing relieving you of one of the many things making you ache.

“I brought you that medicine you asked for.” The neutral but comforting voice of Todoroki whispered out to you. Once again his ability to read the mood showing through by the tone of voice he was using to speak you.

“Thanks lover.” You whispered, removing the pillow and taking the pills into your hands. Todoroki handed you the water glass sitting by your bedside, your eager hand taking it from his.

“How are you feeling? Should I take your temperature?” He asked softly, touching his cold side to your burning forehead.

“No. No.” You waved him off. “I took my temperature before you showed up, so I should wait another hour or so before taking it again.”

“Well alright then.” Todoroki responded, attempting to pull his hand away. However it had appeared you were holding his hand down with a death grip.

His quirk was such a blessing, especially for your hot skin. The way his skin cooled down your own made you let out a soft moan in relief at the feeling. At such a sound, Todoroki coughed catching your attention and reminding you that it was his hand and not an ice pack you were holding.

“May I please have my hand back?” He asked, soft flush in his cheeks. He was still getting used to light and loving touches, as he had been physically starved due to his upbringing.

“O-oh! Of course! Of course you can! Ha ha!” You tried to talk over your embarrassment, only for it to send you into a coughing fit. Damn flu making you feel like shit and making you act so stupid in front of your boyfriend.

Todoroki, being the kindhearted soul he was, rubbed your back. When the fit was over he handed you a cough drop, once again providing excellent care to you. He was too good for you at times, right now being the perfect example.

He had texted you this morning asking why you had missed first period. After your reply of the flu and not being able to leave your dorm room let alone your bed, you had assumed he would keep his distance.

However, once classes ended for the day a soft knocking was heard followed by the heterochromatic boy entering your room. His face was covered by a mask to save himself from the germs, but his hands carried various items, foods and drinks to help with your illness.

“You really didn’t have to come or stay…” You told him as he was icing an actual ice pack.

Todoroki shook his head handing you his frost covered gift. “I wanted to make sure your care was being properly handled.”

You smiled a bit, pressing his ice pack to your forehead. “How was class today?”

“The same as usual: we trained, learned and moved forward a bit more.”

“Sounds like I missed out.” You chuckled pitifully.

“I brought your homework. Would you like to do it together?”

“That sounds wonderful Shouto.” You coughed into your elbow and then took another sip of the water near your bedside.

Todoroki brought your desk chair towards your bed, handing you a blank sheet of math homework practice problems. He began to go through and explaining the new lesson from the day.

It was fairly simple, so your grasped the subject matter very quickly to your relief. Todoroki and yourself worked through the set, asking each other for help when you needed it or stopping when you suddenly coughed or felt nauseous.

Todoroki paused every time, trying to find some remedy for your sickness. Sometimes it was passing you another cough drop, other times it was quickly handing you the waste basket but most importantly it was the way he nodded and gave you that soft smile when you laughed or spoke to him.

He didn’t want to say it in fear of freaking you out, but slowly day by day he was beginning to fall for you more and more. It had started out as a simple infatuation with you, but as he got to know you more… the more he could feel himself falling for you.

He didn’t come over to take pity on you in this terrible state. No, he came over to take care of you and risk his own health because he felt this desire to see you at your best again. And he for some reason felt like him being with you would make you better, more so than any medicine could.

And he would stay here and help you as long as you needed, because he knew he was in too deep. But he didn’t mind the fall… as long as it was you he was falling towards in the end.

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Bakugou Katsuki:

“And next time you decide to skip class, you better hope I don’t catch you!”

“Y-yes ma-am!”

Red eyes watched the scene in front of him, an impressed face on his features. The three alphas on their knees begging for forgiveness and for her merciless tongue to finally stop harassing them.

The omega stood her ground, foot tapping in annoyance as the three idiots below her groveled at her feet. If they wanted to skip class fine, but don’t do it when the support class had an important showcase coming. Everyone needed to be on their best behavior and be creating their best items.

“Now go and assist Hatsume-san! She obviously has made enough to showcase for all three of you, so you’ll be her assistants until it's over! Am I clear?” The omega barked out, her scent making all three alphas tremble at her inner rage. She was definitely an OA type… that was for sure.

“Y-yes! Thank you ma’am!” The leader of the trio called, pulling his buddies up and dashing to find Hatsume Mei. She was their only salvation from (Name) now.

(Name) sighed and shook her head at the idiotic alphas in her class. Honestly… if all alphas believed themselves to be as high and entitled as these three… she would prefer to never be mated.

Feeling as if she was being watched, (Name) turned a (eye color) gaze towards the row of vending machines near her classroom door. Standing with a leg kicked up on the wall near the machines was Bakugou Katsuki from class 1-A. He had been coming to these machines at this time everyday now for almost a month, watching and smirking at the scenes from class 1-H.

The omega held her breath, his scent of firewood and cinnamon strong, but not enough to drive her into a heat or mad desire. Instead she glanced at him one final time before walking back into her classroom, leaving the strangely silent alpha to his own accord.

With the door closing behind you, the final puff of your vanilla and sweet pea scent hitting him, Bakugou turned to go back to his own class. You had made eye contact with him this time at least, before you would see him and turn tail right away.

You were the strangest omega he had ever seen. Not afraid to stand up to alphas and didn’t even seem to care about the a/b/o system in the first place. As a matter of fact, he believed you saw yourself as (Name) before you saw yourself as an omega.

Kicking the door to his classroom open, he saw his usual crew of idiots shuffled around Kaminari’s desk. The two other alphas and beta waved to the approaching head of ash blonde.

“Here.” Bakugou tossed Kirishima the milk he had asked for.

Kirishima caught it was ease, smiling brightly at his friend for the drink and easily sticking the straw through the opening. Kaminari and Sero eyed each other, seeming to be having some debate before Kaminari sighed.

“You were gone for a while, dude. Something happen?” Kaminari asked, watching as Bakugou stiffened slightly.

“Something tells me we hit the mark.” Sero chuckled, watching the alpha start to tick down till he exploded.

“It’s that omega from support, right?” Kirishima slurped his milk. His blunt statement caught all three off guard.

Bakugou had an omega he was pining after? Since when? And what kind of omega made Bakugou pine?!

“You found an omega you wanna mate with?” Kaminari beamed, only to be hit across the head.

“Shut it! And no! She’s just fucking interestin’ is all!” Bakugou furiously attacked his friend to distract from the furious blushing of his cheeks.

“Don’t be embarrassed by it dude!” Kirishima finished his drink, throwing a fist in the air as he did so. “Any omega who can catch your attention must be pretty manly!”

“She’s in support? She must be really smart… and patient…” Sero thought back to a certain pink haired alpha who was a bit much at times. Yes… this omega must have the patience of a saint.

“No, she fucking doesn’t put up with anyone’s bullshit…” Bakugou sighed the scene from earlier, the way she stood her ground in front of those three lazy shits. Something about the way her hands rested on her hips or the disatisfaction in her eyes made him purr internally.

That smart ass omega from 1-H was a rarity among omegas, that much he was sure of. Most omegas he had run into were timid, begging, clingy fucks who annoyed the hell out of him. Those omegas were only looking for a strong alpha to mate with and be protected by, the type he hated the most.

Bakugou, despite being an alpha, wanted to mate with someone who could handle not only him, but themselves. And an omega or a beta or anyone who begged him to scent items or only tried to get close to him due to his strength could go fuck themselves.

But (Name)... oh she seemed less than starstruck when she saw him. The first time their eyes met, she had rolled her eyes and walked away. He knew she was different at that moment and he started coming around everyday since then in hopes to see her again.

He hated to even think it… but he wanted her all to himself. The thought of this rare and beautiful omega getting claimed by someone that wasn’t him seemed like a death sentence. But Bakugou was also too much of an abrasive alpha himself to want to make first contact.

“I wanna see this omega!” Kaminari brought Bakugou back to reality.

“I’m sure if we hurry fast enough, we’ll see her leaving after classes!” Kirishima spoke, being the only other person aside from Bakugou who knew what you looked like.

“So we’ll all go and see her after class?” Sero smiled, watching the alphas around him amped up their spirits.

“No way in fucking hell! You stay away from my shitty omega!”

“My?” Kaminari chuckled, watching as Bakugou froze.

“Dude, if you’re calling her yours… you might wanna try talking to her.” Kirishima whispered back, hardening himself as Bakugou’s exploding fist collided with his arm.

“Shut the fuck up!”

As the end of the day rolled around, Bakugou attempted to ignore the chatter amongst his friends as they all bought a drink from the vending machines and watched as the support class filed out of their classroom.

“Is that her?” Kaminari pointed to one omega.

“No.” Kirishima shook his head.

“What about that one?” Sero asked, pointing to another omega.

“Nope!” Kirishima answered them again.

Bakugou scowled. Was this some sort of fucking game to them? His eye twitched in irritation and the three idiots continued to play their guessing game. The can of coffee in Bakugou’s hand reacted to his anger when the heat made it bend inward, sending coffee all over the alpha’s face.

Bakugou coughed, attempting to clean the coffee off of his face, only for the dark liquid to get onto him further. The roaring laughter of his friends behind him didn’t help and right as he was about to send a flying fist towards Kaminari, the sweet smell hit it.

“Oh goodness!” His omega cried out, the feeling of her body near him. He would have opened his eyes, but the coffee in them was currently making them sting when he attempted to open them.

“Are you okay?” She asked, touching his sticky arm and pulling him to where ever she was going towards.

“Let me go fuck face!” Bakugou hollered, not enjoying being pulled or taken care of. He was the alpha and could handle a little coffee in his eyes.

“Shut up and let me help you.” She barked back at him, flinging him onto a desk inside class 1-H. The three others this alpha was with had followed giggling and whispering like schoolgirls as they did so.

“That’s her.” Kirishima chirped.

“That’s the omega Bakugou likes?!” Kaminari uttered in giddiness.

“She certainly handled him in 2 seconds flat.” Sero muttered.

Meanwhile, (Name) had gently started rubbing her handkerchief along Bakugou’s face, wiping up droplets and cleaning his skin of the drink and its stains. Bakugou grinded his teeth all the while, feeling like a total idiot.

“Can you open you eyes a bit? I have some droplets that will make the stinging go away.” She spoke to him, Bakugou nodding and opening his burning eyes slowly.

As quickly as they opened, the omega squeezed two droplets of a clear liquid into each eyeball. Bakugou blinked a few times, feeling the pain go away completely. The omega sighed in relief.

“Oh good. Looks like your eyes are reacting positively to the droplets. As for your clothes I’m afraid I won’t be able to do anything.” She chuckled and rubbed her neck awkwardly, a scent of nervousness enveloping the love struck alpha in front of her.

He hadn’t seen this side of her before, but seeing you act like an omega just made him more enamored by this strange omega. The way she not only calmed him down but took care of him when he needed it made him realize just how much he truly liked this omega.

And how others would be quick to notice her inner kindness and sweet soul as well if he did not act fast.

“Go out with me.” He said, though his tone came out more like a threat than anything else.

“Excuse me?” (Name) uttered in disbelief. What a strange alpha.

“You heard me you dumb girl! Go out with me! You’re the only damn omega who has peaked my interest, so I wanna see if you’re all your cracked up to fucking be!”

The omega sighed, running a hand through her hair at Bakugou. Behind her, Bakugou could see Kirishima, Kaminari and Sero shaking their heads in distress. Kirishima made a motion for Bakugou and the blonde understood.

“I-I mean you’re really interesting and I can’t get you out of my fucking head! I’d love to buy you a fucking meal and I don’t know? See a movie?”

His friends nodded at his reworked confession. It was still Bakugou, but less hostile than the first one.

The omega blinked and then let out an airy laugh, bakugou’s heart fluttering from the sound. He had made her laugh and damn did that make his inner alpha proud, as well as his own ego.

“Well its better then you standing outside and staring at me like you’ve been doing.” Her hand touched his neck. The cloth still in his hand rubbed against his scent glands, successfully rubbing his scent on her hanky.

“Plus you smell good~ So pick me up at 6 at 1-H’s dorms on Friday. Bye Bakugou and friends.” She turned tail and run out of the room, her heart pounding from what she had just done.

It was so bold for an omega and she knew it. But Bakugou was too good to let him pass up… and she was just as curious to what made him seem so special and different to her eyes as she seemed to his.

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Kaminari Denki:

He didn’t think he’d actually make it home tonight. There were several times throughout the day where it seemed like his life was flashing before his eyes. Several times where he apologized for leaving her on her own. Several times where he realized all the things he had wanted to do with her, had promised her and needed from her that he had been neglecting.

But he survived. They all did this time, luckily , and the villain tearing up downtown was now being transported somewhere far away, hopefully never to hurt anyone again. Even so, his vibrant yellow eyes looked to have seen the border between life and death itself, and in many ways Kaminari Denki would agree with that.

He knew how closely he had come to being killed tonight, and how if he would have been fighting alone he surely would be. But that didn’t matter now, he was alive and he was home. And God did he just want to collapse into your arms and realize that his world was okay. That you were okay, you were his world after all.

The small apartment was dimly lit, the only sounds being the soft buzzing of a television and the sounds of the shove on. You must still be up, making tea to calm your nerves from the TV coverage that was surely on when everything went to hell.

The electric hero casually placed his things by the front entrance, soft padding across the hallway and coming to the adjoining living room and kitchen. (Name), just as he expected, was leaning against the kitchen counter, her eyes not facing him, nor the front part of her body.

She must not have noticed he was home yet. He was watching her carefully though, her current activity captivating to him. She looked like a still life to him: late night tea in the dim lighting of the kitchen, waiting around for someone. Her posture close but semi-relaxed. Her hands, one holding the cup of tea, the other resting on the counter, fingers tapping in impatience and no doubt worry.

She was gorgeous and showed the perfect scene for a museum. He couldn’t stand watching any longer however, he wanted to be near her once more. He needed to know that he would be okay and that she would be okay. He wanted to make sure, he had to. His nerves were still wracked and the only remedy would be that warmth she always held.

As he moved again, his sounds were more hearable for her, driving (Name) out of her thoughts and anxious mind. She turned to meet his bruised and beaten body, the blood soaked bandages and covered gashes a reminder that he crawled through hell and back tonight.

“Denki.” She spoke his name like he was a phantom, come to haunt her for letting such a good thing in her life get taken for granted. “Denki. Denki. Denki.”

His name rolled off her lips and she dropped the cup on the counter, luckily not spilling, but letting off a loud clammer. She rushed into his arms, his shaking one's dying down as he realized he was safe once more.

Despite the pain he was feeling everywhere, he pushed through it. He saw his wife’s clothing and smiled in nostalgic memory of it. One of his old band shirts, the one he had bought on their first date back when they were young teenagers. He had outgrown it, but the sentimental value of the shirt had become (Name)’s night attire as a result.

And despite how good she looked in his old clothing, he currently didn’t want to see her in anything. He almost died tonight, she almost became a widow tonight. He almost left her in mourning tonight.

“I’m home.” He breathed, kissing her neck through torn lips. “I’m home (Name).”

He hoisted her up, not caring about the pain from the extra weight nor from the way his lips scratched against her soft untouched skin. She greedily pulled him away from her neck, connecting her lips to his. The taste of blood on them was off putting, but not unexpected.

He sat her down on the counter, easily pulling her top off hands touching her exposed breasts and listening to her whimper and squirm from the sudden touch. Now she knew what he wanted, and why he wanted it. They were on the same page at least.

“I didn’t think I’d be here right now…” He admitted, pinching a nipple and then using his mouth on the other one. He knew that tomorrow morning, she’d have just as many scratches and bruises as he did. The only difference being she would be fine receiving hers, while he got his from fighting.

“I know. I know.” She pulled at his hair gently. She would not scratch him much tonight, he had already been through enough of a beating. Tonight she would let him do whatever he wanted to relieve that anxiety she knew he was feeling.

“I’m sorry, I was too reckless.”

“You’re here now, that’s all that matters.” She cooed him, placing a kiss on the top of his head as he nodded. He was free on his clothing within seconds, his nakedness matching hers now.

“I might not come tonight.” He told her, easily finding her clit and beginning his usual treatment of it. She let out a soft moan, gaining volume as he continued. Her hands grabbing at his arms and squeezing.

“Tha-That’s okay. I-I just wanna feel close to you.” She admitted. Right now didn’t matter about reaching that high or feeling your body absorbed by absolute bliss. Right now, all that mattered was feeling as close to him as two human beings could feel.

The heat from you both and your limbs entangling would be enough for tonight. Today could have ended badly, but it didn’t. So instead of worrying about what could have happened, you’d focus on what did.

You would focus on him being here. You would focus on living another day with the person you loved.

Chapter Text

Bakugou Katsuki:

NSFW Below~

“Well this sucks.” Kaminari groaned, fumbling around.

Currently a thunderstorm had knocked the power out, leaving class 1-A standing around trying to decide what to do. One one hand if someone like Todoroki used his quirk they would be able to see. On the other hand, it might set the fire sprinklers off as well.

“Can anyone see?” Momo called out, running into someone as she moved.

“Ouch!” Toru mumbled out. She was used to be not seen, this getting run into was a new one.

“Everyone relax. The power will kick back on in a minute! UA has an backup generator after all!” Iida informed his classmates.

“It better be fucking soon…” Bakugou grumbled feeling and hearing his classmates shuffle around him in the dark dorms.

Suddenly something crashed into his side and he toppled over, the person falling with him. He didn’t stay down for long though, as he quickly shoved the weight off him and picked himself back up.

“Which one of you fucks ran into me!” He hollered out, the room falling silent upon his words.

“ANSWER ME, DAMMIT!” He screamed, throwing his hand behind him ready to spark and catch a quick glance at the person. However, his hand made contact with something else and he smirked darkly.

His hand pressed against a very soft and squishy round object, his mind clicking at which one of these extras had ended up shoving him onto the carpet. Now the fucker would feel his anger through being touched with his rough hands.

That grape shit was already the most annoying of them all, and now Bakugou finally had a reason to fucking get back at the shit. Those disgusting comments about his female classmates, and his disrespecting of the females heroes like Mt. Lady and Midnight… it was despicable. That diaper wearing shit deserved this!

Bakugou’s hands gripped both of the balls tightly, letting out a satisfied breath of hot air as he squeezed and pushed together the boy’s dumb shit quirk. But why did this feel off? Like Mineta’s quirk wasn’t supposed to be this soft? Was that fabric?

“You wearing a hat you grape shit?” He called out, the room filling with awkward silence.

“A-are you speaking to me Bakugou-san?” Mineta asked out, his voice trembling from the way Bakugou had seethed out pure hatred towards him.

However, Mineta’s question was the last thing on Bakugou’s mind now. Why? Because Mineta’s voice came from behind him, not in front of him like he had assumed it would.

“Y-YOU’RE NOT IN FRONT OF ME?!” Bakugou raged, accidentally squeezing tighter on what he had assumed to be Mineta moments ago.

“N-NO! I’m not!” Mineta called back out. A loud slap sounded behind Bakugou, Mineta’s voice crying out in pain.

“Next time you touch my butt it’ll be an acid slap you no good pervert.” Mina threatened.

Oh no… this wasn’t Mineta. Which meant… who was this and what exactly was Bakugou squeezing for the past 2 minutes?

As if matters could not get any worse, it was that exact moment that the backup generator had turned on. The room lit back up to everyone’s delight, but to Bakugou’s horror.

In front of him, face very red and eyes brimming with tears was (Name). The (Name) who he had been majorly obsessed with… the one he would even dare say he… ‘liked’.

And Bakugou’s hands were currently touching her breasts, his large palms cupping them perfectly, showing off her size and outline of the bra she was wearing under the baggy t-shirt.

Someone whistled. Someone audible gasped. And someone clapped in delight. Bakugou made a mental note to murder whoever they were later. As for right now-

“Looks like we actually have two perverts in class…” Jirou mumbled, her voice laced in irritation at the sight.

“I never thought Bakugou was the type of guy… guess you really just don’t know people.” Kaminari sighed, running a hand through his locks.

“Are you okay (Name)? Did he threaten you to stay quiet while he touched you?!” Ochaco yelled out.

Both you and Bakugou lit up in embarrassment. Things were growing out of proportion and fast. Bakugou opened his mouth to yell, only to not find his words. At least his hands were finally off your breasts…

“N-No…” You finally started talking. “I-I tripped over him. We fell and when I stood up he grabbed me for support I guess… he must have grabbed my boobs and thought it was Mineta…”

“Oh man… I wish I was that lucky.” Mineta mumbled.

The Bakugou blasted him through the wall. Looks like class A was down to a single pervert once more.

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“Ah you’re so muscular Bakugou-sama!”

“I can’t believe this is the actual Bakugou-sama! Who knew we’d meet UA’s best first year!”

“Could I touch your abs, Bakugou-sama?”

You turn your head in a huff, a scowl appearing on your features at the attention a certain ash blonde was currently getting from some girls. Knowing him, he must be loving this attention. He always loved attention… only not yours it appeared.

It was supposed to be a normal beach trip: sand, waves, swimsuits and friends. But it was soon found out by some other beach goers that the infamous students of UA were here and as a result… the more popular ones were being showered in love and admiration.

“Someone’s jealous~” Ochaco cooed in your ear causing your face to brighten up.

“Oh who would want a bunch of girls fawning over them anyway?” You rolled your eyes.

“That’s not what I meant and you know it. It’s obvious to everyone here that you’re jealous of the girls who have more guts than you to show Bakugou how much they like him.” her teasing continued.

“I-I- I don’t like Bakugou!” You grabbed the brown haired girl by her shoulders and shook her back and forth.

Ochaco laughed and continued her remarks, watching in delight that for once it wasn’t her getting her face red and stuttering. She loved you to death, but having a crush on Bakugou was too good to not tease you about.

“Oh come on! I see you looking at him when he’s not looking. And how your blush when he glances at you for just a second. You don’t just like him~ I think you might love him (Name)-chan~” Ochaco gushed.

“Ochaco-chan!” You playfully hit her, the gravity hero in training. She rubbed her arm and dashed away, sticking her tongue out at you.

Once she was gone you returned your gaze to the group of girls and their idol, only to see a different look on Bakugou’s face. Prior, he was wearing a prideful smirk, obviously happy to be getting the attention he thought he deserved.

However…. Now his face was stuck in a scowl as the girls tugged on his arms, another rubbing his abdominals like she was wiping away a dirt spot. Bakugou looked ready to erupt, and those poor girls would learn quickly why no girl at UA really asked him out.

“He’s gonna blow.” Kirishima mutter near you.

“He’s totally gonna lose it on them.” Sero chuckled.

“Well… the beach was nice while it lasted.” Kaminari sighed, feeling as if the peaceful beach day was soon going to come to an end.

You didn’t know what came over you next. Maybe it was Ochaco’s words. Or that no one was looking like they were going to help him. Maybe it was that flare of jealousy in your stomach.

But either way you had picked up the sunscreen laying next to you and made your way to Bakugou, shoving the girls out of your way while you did so. Bakugou calmed down seeing you coming towards him.

“Bakugou, you’re looking a bit red. Want some sunscreen?” You asked him, opening and squirting the lotion on your hands.

“Huh?!” Bakugou widened one eye, not understanding why you had asked him this.

“Come on! Let me help!” You winked, motioning to some of the girls beginning to back off.

His mind clicked and he nodded. The girls were backing off, thinking he and you had some kind of relationship. So if he played along, he would be free of these annoying typical fangirls in no time.

“Sure dumbass, whatever makes you fucking happy.” He scoffed, letting you come close and start to spread the substance over his hot muscles.

You worked fast and Bakugou would be an idiot to admit that he was not enjoying the feeling of your fingers on his glistening skin. He closed his eyes in ecstasy as your fingers cooled his skin down and how they seemed to even die down the inner boiling rage inside of him.

“There! All done!” You clapped your hands.

“Fucking finally… you took forever!” He hollered walking away.

He stole one glance behind him, eye raising in curiosity at what he saw. Behind him you were walking with a smirk on your face, while his fangirls were fighting back tears and hugging each other in comfort.

He clicked his tongue, not understanding why you throwing sunscreen on him made these girls so upset. But the following morning, when he woke up and caught a glance in his mirror… he understood why.

Turns out you had spelled ‘MINE’ in sunscreen on his back, as a result leaving a very visible mark on his back. His eye twitched in irritation at this, his teeth grinding.

Despite the small crush he had on you… he was going to kill you!

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Bakugou Katsuki:

Despire much much of a fuss he put up claiming he hated being hugged, touched, cuddled, etc the truth was that Bakugou Katsuki did in fact enjoy such things. He, at first, never thought he was the type of person to enjoy physical affections. Boy was he wrong...

The way his arms fit perfectly around her form, how soft her hair and skin was, the way she smelled so damn good all the fucking time! Hell he even liked to rub your back and watch as your form visibly relaxed into him. It was addicting to him. Even more so when he thought about how he was the only person who got to be with her like this.

However, Bakugou was a very prideful person. He liked to have things done his way, but his idea and with no help from anyone. And despite how much he heart fluffed up his emotions when it came to the thought of cuddling the afternoon away, his prideful mind was in control.

And his prideful mind believed cuddling to be childish and annoying. If only he would listen to his true feelings and need for affections, then maybe he would not be having the current problem.

Currently his lovely girlfriend was curled up in the couch in the shared are of class 1-A’s dorm hall, a book in her hands and a nearly empty cup of hot chocolate on the table in front of her. She looked so at peace.

She looked so comfortable.

Bakugou shook his head, going back unloading the dishwasher. It was his week to do the chore and he had no problem doing so. Especially if the apple of his eye was across the room from him, not aware of his watchful gaze.

He was cracking below the surface however. He had been distant in more ways than one this week: not eating with her, or talking to her, or texting her or spending time with her. Maybe it was because he was freaked out by his own feelings.

His heart had long decided on it, maybe even from the first time he saw her. But his mind was a stubborn thing and didn’t like to listen to his heart. However, his mind had finally been brought down and relaxed enough to realize the small little detail that his heart had been attempting to say for so long.

“You love her.”

A short sentence, but one that held a lot of weight behind it. One that made him distance himself from you for the following week. In any other situation, one would assume he had broken up with you. But thankfully, he was dating someone who understood him.

And (Name) understood that at times Katsuki just needed to have a break to collect himself. He didn’t mean to be rude to her, or at least she assumed, but rather he needed to think some things out.

It didn’t help that the things he was thinking about made him internally shiver. He was excited. He was nervous. He was frustrated. How could he be so many things surrounding one emotion for one person?

Love was such an idiotic emotion. You fall in love, but it didn’t mean you would be caught.

Thus bakugou was attempting to figure out if you had been falling as well, and if you would catch him as a result. He would catch you… that would be for sure. Hell, he’d let you land on him if it meant you’d stop falling and instead just be with him.

Be with him in love that is.

The sensation of burning on his fingers brought  him away from his enamored thoughts, realizing the plate he was touching was scolding from the water still. He cursed under his breath, putting the plate back.

Seeing as now his daydreaming was making him start to actually harm himself, he begins to actually focus on the task at hand. However, every once in awhile, he would peak back up at you, watching your form mindlessly flip a page.

‘You’re not helping yourself.’

He shook his head, putting the last plate away. Damn feelings making him want to do something embarrassing! But- but was it really embarrassing?

He had unwantedly been part of the discussions about wanting to cuddle with a girl by his single friends. Kaminari’s pathetic calls to hold a girl in his arms. Kirishima’s pout to run his fingers along her skin. Sero even wanted to press his face into his hair.

They didn’t seem to think it was embarrassing at all, in fact those shits seemed to think cuddling was a good thing to do with the one you loved. And unlike them.. Bakugou could do those things. So why was this so hard?

Why could he not just admit to himself that he wanted and loved to snuggle with you? That he enjoyed it and wanted it so desperately?

He was finished a moment later and strolled over to the object of his desires. She hadn’t moved an inch, her eyes not even shifting to glance up at the familiar figure that he knew she saw in the corners of her vision.

He felt his lips rise, the infamous scowl once again painted onto his features. He inched closer, close enough for him to hear her gentle breathing. Likewise you could feel his warmth radiating from his body.

Pausing a moment, you glanced up. Bakugou had his arms crossed, a developing pout on his lips, but very much overshadowed by that nasty scowl. His behavior had been strange the last few days… but the current situation had been the peak of his strange behavior.

He had been hovering quite a lot today and with him now literally hovering over you you had seen enough. Time to confront the boy about his actions, but you would most certainly have a little fun first.

“Are you attention strapped, Katsu?” You closed the novel with a soft puff of air.

“Huh?” Bakugou clicked his tongue, looking away and scoffing further. “Why the fuck would I need your attention?”

“Well maybe you don’t need mine…” You paused, stepping you and coming close to his face. Inches away from his reddening face, you spoke again. “-but you’ve been giving me plenty of yours, haven’t you?”

Bakugou growled, knowing that you had in fact noticed or felt his red hues on you. If there was one thing he hated more than his current dilemma- it was when you teased him.

“Shut it damn woman…” He mumbled, hearing you you softly giggle at his unsure and hesitant attitude towards the situation.

“I’m sorry babe. Now what’s the matter with you? You’ve been pretty distant lately.” Your hand tickled his arms, rubbing his muscular skin up and down with your smaller hand.

“None of your fucking business.” He snarled, your eyes widening at his tone.

His chest convulsed when you pulled your hand away, your loving touch leaving his skin. Damn it… he was touch starved, wasn’t he?

“I’ll leave you be then. If you want to talk, I’ll be in my dorm.” You spoke, backing away and reaching for your text.

However before you could, Bakugou had returned to your side. Expect this time, he engulfed you into his presence. The familiar but missed arms around you brought a small smile to your features.

“I don’t want to fucking talk.” He spat out. Your eyes rolled at his tone, knowing full well that it was not anger at you, but his own internal struggle to say how he felt.

“Then what do you want to fucking do?” You used his vile language back at him.

He didn’t answer, but rather quickly hoisted your weight into his more than capable arms. He didn’t answer as he walked towards his room, your body comfortably hanging onto his.  He didn’t answer as he slammed the door with his foot and then laid you both down onto his bed.

By the time he had buried his head into your neck, you were very much aware of what he wanted. He wanted to cuddle with you, his actions speaking for him. He meant it when he said he didn’t want to talk, didn’t he?

“If you wanted to cuddle Katsuki, you just had to ask. No need to be so aggressive.” You teased him again, fingers dancing in his locks. Despite how prickly and rough his hair looked, it was actually very soft and fluffy to the touch.

“Shut up.”

“Come on~” You cooed him. “Just admit you wanted cuddles and to be close to me~”

“Fuck off.”

“If you want that, then I’ll go.”

You had no intention to do so. However, Bakugou seemed to think you were, as his grip on you tightened and to top it off- his head pressed onto your chest. Using the breasts as a soft and padded pillow for his head.

“Why the hell are you the one I fell in love with…” He grumbled out.

You laughed at his tone, then suddenly stopped. His words had nearly gone over your head, but a certain one made sure it would not. And now with the realization of the words, you could not stop from becoming shiff.

He-he loved you?

He said it?!

As your mind ran a million a minute at this confession, Bakugou had also realized the words that slipped from his mouth. His own anger and frustrations once again proving to be his worst enemy.

He didn’t mean to say it! He- he… he… fuck maybe he did? His head was tired of fighting this intense feelings. He just hoped he hadn't freaked you out. He said it so suddenly and without that passion he felt.

He said it like he was irritated for God’s sake! His first ‘I love you’ was said with vain and annoyance and anger! God what a fuck up he was! What kind of person would do that? A jackass.. That’s who.

He sucked his teeth as he heard the hitched breaths and then whimpers from you. Yoru body trembled softly and your hand moved to cover the cries.

He lifted his face up, seeing that you had begun to cry. Tears feeding into your mouth and others escaping down your chin and free falling. Your eyes were closed, but the droplets continued even so.

Fuck! This was not what he meant to do! He didn’t want to make you cry! He didn’t want to be the kind of guy who made his lover cry!

“F-Fuck! H-hey! Don’t fucking cry!” He yelled, mentally slapping himself for it.

‘Try and be nice.’

Nice? How the hell was he supposed to do that? He didn’t do nice. Nice thinking…

“Y-you love me?” (Name) squeaked out, (eye color) orbs opening to look at him brimming with tears.

Bakugou looked away, slowly nodding in an almost forced way. It wasn’t romantic in the slightest, but it was Bakugou. And for him, it was better than how he could have said or done it.

“I-I get it if you’re freaked out… it was so sudd-”

His eyes widened as you kissed him with such passion. Where did this come from? It happened so fast that you didn’t give him a chance to kiss back before you broke from him and then pulled into his warm chest.

As you listened to his fast beating heart, your hands squeezed his shirt. His body was unsure of what to do, but luckily you would make him comfortable once more with your next set of words.

“I love you too Katsuki.”

Chapter Text

Domestic Bakugou Katsuki (With some slight IzuOcha for IzuOcha week~):

Things had changed a lot since your days at UA: you were no longer a teenager, but a woman in her late twenties, with a boyfriend who had become a husband, a house in a good area and two small children who looked exactly like their father.

It wasn’t even funny how much they looked like him either! Katsuko may have your hair texture, but her red eyes and ash blonde hair was most definitely from her father. Katsuro, though a little older than a year old shared your (eye color) but other then that, he was a spitting image to the baby pictures Mitsuki had showed you of Katsuki when he was younger.

But, much like Katsuki himself, you loved the ashe blonde hair your children had. They were the products of your and Katsuki’s love, and no matter how much of their father presided in them, you would never stop loving them.

Though at times… it worried you a bit how much of Katsuki was shining through Katsuko’s personality as she got older. If it wasn’t the swearing she was slowly picking up on thanks to Katsuki, then it was the way she had been acting as well.

Drawings on the walls, refusing to eat foods she didn’t want, and the tantrums. She was four now, and was quickly learning she had her own say in things and was not afraid to show her feelings about them.

But unlike her father, you could handle her well enough. Despite being the calmest one of the family, both Katsuki and Katsuko knew that upsetting the mother would lead to some very bad and scary things.

Katsuro was for the most part, unlike his sister. He was a calm and quiet baby, only crying when he wanted his mother or father, or when he was hungry. It was a shock to both you and Katsuki when he was born.

You both lived through the Katsuko’s early years which was a lot of crying, late nights and not knowing what to do. She was the first born after all… but when Katsuro didn’t do any of these as often as his sister did, you both believed him to be sick.

Turns out Katsuko was just a louder child then Katsuro was at his age. But a blessing for you and Katsuki since Katsuko was growing up faster everyday. Her quirk should be manifesting soon as well.

Katsuki brought it up one night when the kids were sleeping, the two of you laying on the couch catching up on some show you had been missing due to parenthood.

“I got mine when I was around 4.”

“I was somewhere between 4 and 5. So Katsuko is close, she just turned 4 after all.”

“I bet she’ll get my quirk.” Katsuki chuckled, sighing in thought of his little firecracker taking after him even more.

“Really now?” Your head hit his shoulder, resting on it comfortably.

“Well she has my fucking personality, looks and love of heroes… so I’m calling it now.”

Aside from your loved family, your classmates from the days at UA had also stayed in contact with each other through the years. Lots of bridal parties, weddings, and late nights at the bars having a good time until the kids started happening.

It was quite amazing to think about how many of your classmates ended up getting married to people they knew in high school: Todoroki and Yaoyorozu, Kirishima and Ashido, Kaminari and Jirou, Iida and Hatsume, and of course yourself and Bakugou.

However, unlike those couples who seemed to suddenly occur after a lot of time and development, one couple everyone was glad had finally happened and got married: Izuku and Ochaco.

It was plainly obvious to all parties involved that the two had a major crush on each other through high school and it wasn’t until third year graduation that Ochaco had asked Izuku out.

The two dated steadily for a couple years, got married and even have a son of their own now. Midoriya Hiroki was born 3 months after Katsuko and the two had gotten to become great friends.

Similarly to their fathers, the two children attended school together, lived fairly close by and would spend afternoons and weekends with each other playing heroes or climbing the jungle gym near the park.

Yourself, Izuku and Ochaco were thrilled for your little beans to have such a wonderful friendship. Bakugou, while he had moved on past a lot of his resentment and hatred towards Izuku, still was not 100% accepting of his precious daughter hanging out around ‘ Deku’s kid .’ But he never tried to stop it, he saw how happy Katsuko was when she was playing with Hiroki.

Today was one of those days that Katsuko would be going to the park after school to play ‘heroes and villains’ with Hiroki and today was her turn to play hero! She was so excited as well as being the hero made it worth the turns she had to play the villain.

Hiroki was walking next to her, chatting about if she saw the fight both of their fathers were in last night on the news.

“And then Red Riot showed up and was like ‘Bam! Crash!’ and then your dad was blowing stuff up and my dad was kicking that villain so hard in the face! And then Shouto showed up to finish the guy off! And they won! They won like they always do!”

“Hiro! You’re dad was so so cool!” Katsuko explained attempting to do the moves Izuku had done the night before. “One for All: Full Cowl!”

“No no! It's like this! ONE FOR ALL: FULL COWL!”

ONE FOR ALL! FULL COWL!”

The two kids laughed and dashed off to the slide, climbing up the steps. Katsuko was down first, pointing to the swing set, letting her friend know she was going there first. Hiroki nodded, sliding down after her.

He chased after the older girl but suddenly collided into someone as he ran. His butt landed on the ground and he let out a small ‘ouch’ and he rubbed his head. Nothing felt broken at least.

“Huh? Look at this little baby, guys.” An older boy called out, pointing to the fallen child.

Hiroki’s brown eyes widened and he stood back up. There were three older boys in front of him, looking a year or two younger then a first year middle school student. He gulped and apologized for running into him.

His mom always told him to be kind and sweet to people, as being rude would lead him to some trouble and fast. The older boy smirked to his two friends, their faces returning the gesture.

“Well I guess it's only fair if I return the favor.” The one Hiroki ran into smiled, pushing Hiroki in the chest with more force than the initial collide.

Hiroki fell to the ground, his elbow scraping against some rocks, causing a small cut on his small form. Hiroki sniffled, rising to his feet and putting up his fists, in a way reminiscent of his mother.

“T-That wasn’t nice.” He stuttered, fighting back the tears in his eyes. He was afraid of these three older boys… they were so much bigger then him and he had not even gotten his quirk yet.

“Awe, looks like we got a hero here!” One of the boys laughed.

“We should teach this brat a lesson then, this is our playground after all!” The other one spoke.

“Guys guys, come on.” The leader spoke. “We should at least fight him with no quirks since the baby hasn’t even gotten his yet.”

The two followers nodded happily, raising fists and marching forward. Hiroki gulped, ready to not give up. His father didn’t, nor did his mother or any hero! He would fight like a hero.

“You’ll have to fight me as well then!” Katsuko had appeared by Hiroki’s side suddenly, punching her fist into her open hand.

The three boys paused and glanced at each other then bursted out laughing. They pointed and chuckled at the two little kids they were picking on.

“A little girl? Seriously? What are you gonna do?”

“She’s wearing a dress and has ribbons in her hair as well! Soooo scary!”

“Looks like we have two wannabe heroes at the park today! Ha!”

Hiroki watched as Katsuko suddenly pushed him behind her, her bright cherry colored hues narrowed and she smiled strangely.

“You don’t know who you’re talking to.” She spoke, pointing to the leader. “I’ll take you out first!”

The leader paused and poked his buddies. “Sure. Go ahead and tr-”

“DIE!”

Katsuko’s fist collided with the older kid’s face and suddenly not only was she skyrocketed upwards but a puff of heat and smoke erupted from her hands as she did so. Hiroki’s eyes widened at what he saw, as did the two non-injured teens.

“A quirk!” Hiroki cried on joy.

“W-what the hell?” One boy cried, seeing their leader had been knocked out, scorch marks on his face.

“L-let’s get out of here man… that little girl’s some kind of monster!”

The two picked up their knocked out friend and dashing away quickly. Hiroki dashed towards Katsuko who was on her back, letting it all sink in.

“You got your quirk! You have your dad’s quirk! That was so cool too!” Hiroki beamed, his blushing cheeks getting redder as he gushed about what Katsuko did.

“Monster…?” Katsuko mumbled, sitting up and rubbing her sore fist.

“Huh? What did you say?” Hiroki asked, not hearing what his friends muttered.

“N-nothing. Let’s go back to your house and ask your mommy for a band aid…”

“Okay, you need to get cleaned too. You have ash all over your face.”

The two walked off, not noticing two figures hiding in the bushes, having watched the whole thing go down.

“She. Got. Her. Quirk!” You cheered and continued to shake Izuku back and forth, tears of happiness escaping your eyes as you did so.

“I- I saw (Name)!” Izuku attempted to stop your actions as his stomach was feeling rather sick suddenly.

Being the worrywart parents you were, yourself and Izuku had started a bad habit of following your children home from school. Yourself and Izuku worked at the same agency, and were two of the top performers, meaning you could cut your afternoons short to make sure your children got home safely every day.

Like always, you both were watching them play from behind a group of trees when Hiroki had run into the older boys. You watched as Hiroki apologized, but then was pushed over.

Izuku right away began to attempt to step in, as he didn’t want his son to be bullied like he was when Izuku was his age. However, you quickly grabbed him and tugged him back into hiding.

“What are you doing? I need to help my son!”

“Hush and watch! This is their moment to prove themselves!”

Izuku widened his forest hues, glancing back at his child, seeing that he had his fists raised now. His mind filled with nostalgia of a certain moment from his childhood when through tear struck eyes he stood up to Kacchan in a similar fashion.

The day he discovered not all people were created equal, but sent him on the path of hard work, kindness and heroics. The day he would be destined to become a hero and inherit the ultimate quirk.

A day his son would now be experiencing no doubt. One he had to let happen, despite how much he wanted these bullies to know they were messing with Deku’s son. That alone would cause them to dash off running.

“Katsuko’s coming now too.” He heard (Name) muttered, as her daughter strode over.

“That’s right, Hiro has Katsuko… he’s not alone.” Izuku sighed.

The next events happened awfully fast: one moment the boys were making fun of Katsuko for being a girl, the next Katsuko had in a rage jumped forward, then smoke and a loud crack… and finally the bullies running away.

Katsuko had gotten her quirk and her mother was utterly proud of her daughter.

“H-Hurry! Let’s get back to your house and see what the kiddos say!” (Name) dashed off, making sure to keep a far watch on the little children running back to the Midoriya residence.

Izuku sighed and rubbed his neck. “Katsuko turns more in Kacchan everyday…”

~~~~~

“And then there was a loud pop and the big one fell over! It was just like when Ground Zero beat up an entire Yakuza group by himself! It was so cool!” Hiroko chatted.

“Those meanies better have learned their lesson and never fucking bother you again Hiro..” She muttered, rubbing her sore arm.

“Katsu! You said a bad word!” Hiroki gasped, glancing around to make sure his mom was not outside to hear his friend’s potty mouth.

Katsuko’s eyes widened. “S-sorry! Don’t tell my mommy!”

“I won’t, just don’t say that word in front of my mom, okay?”

She nodded and Hiroki opened the door to his family home.

“We’re home!” He shouted and dashed to the living room, Katsuko following close behind.

“Welcome back sweetie, is Katsuko with you?” Ochaco called out, hearing two pairs of feet shuffling to her. She had a feeling Katsuko would be coming over, so she prepared extra food for her.

As the two children rounded the corner, Ochaco’s eyes widened and she nearly dropped the cookie platter. She placed it sternly on the table and ran over to her son, looking over his features.

His straight green hair was messy and covered in dirt and ash along with a large gash on his elbow, still bleeding it appeared. She looked back to Katsuko, seeing her covered in more ash and rubbing a puffy looking arm.