Chapter Text
ACT ONE: on falling
ACT TWO: on feeling
ACT THREE: on flying
"I don't know how to love you soft."
"You don't have to. Just don't stop."
warnings : swearing & profanity (it's literally bakugo), canon-typical violence. this fic starts right around the corner of the war arc. forgive me, it's been a while since i engaged with canon material and my uni literally bans all the websites i know to access it. if there are any inconsistencies, i apologise.
credits : bnha © horikoshi kohei
writing / plot © starryeon-
notes : the funny thing is, about three (four?) years ago i had a burning hatred for bakugo and here we are waxing poetry about this asshole. i know somewhere my best friend is having the last laugh.
(ngl i don't think i established anything permanent about the reader except their quirk and like, concepts of the personality. i like neutral characterisations for my readers unless specified otherwise. cause uhm. i'm not exactly white so anything that implies "he ran a hand through your hair" is like oh.... and again this is literally an x reader)
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