Thinking About Pro Hero Bakugo Who Wears A Locket On Him At All Times. The Picture In It? A Beautiful

silent watcher, louder heart

synopsis: there’s something about the way you move, the way you hold your daughter, that leaves katsuki wordless.

pairing: timeskip!bakugou katsuki x f!reader

⊹ ࣪ ˖ notes: nothing makes me happier than dad bakugou and happy new year everyone

the soft rustling of leaves outside filters through the cracked window, mingling with the faint cries of a baby—your baby.

the sun dips low in the sky, casting a warm, golden hue across the living room, where you sit cross-legged on the floor, gently cradling your child.

the sight is mesmerizing, even to him—a man who’s seen explosions tear through buildings, fire rip apart the darkness, and yet nothing compares to this.

katsuki leans against the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, his sharp crimson eyes fixed on you and your baby.

he doesn’t say anything—doesn’t even clear his throat to announce his presence.

he just stands there, silent and steady, watching.

your fingers move deftly, smoothing out the soft folds of your baby’s blanket. your voice is a quiet murmur, a melody only meant for the tiny ears that listen so intently.

“there you go, sweetie. all cozy now, aren’t you?” she gurgles in response, kicking little legs as if to agree.

you giggle softly, the sound light and airy, and katsuki feels something in his chest tighten.

it’s been months since the two of you brought this tiny human into the world, but he still isn’t used to the sight of you like this—radiant, tender, an embodiment of warmth and care.

he doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to it. not that he’d ever say it out loud.

“y/n,” he finally says, his voice gruff but not unkind. “you’re spoilin’ her, y’know.”

you glance up, startled at first, but the sight of your husband leaning in the doorway makes your lips curve into a smile.

“and who exactly taught me how to spoil her, huh? wasn’t it you, bakugou katsuki, who bought her that ridiculously overpriced onesie with the baby dynamight logo?”

he scowls, the tips of his ears turning red. “that was different.”

“of course it was.” your teasing tone makes him bristle, but he doesn’t move. he stays rooted in place.

d/n lets out a small coo, her tiny hand reaching up to grab at the air. you shift her in your arms, guiding her chubby fingers toward one of her toys.

she babbles happily, her eyes wide and curious, and katsuki feels his heart stutter.

how the hell did he end up here—married to you, father to this perfect little bundle of energy?

“she’s gettin’ big,” he mutters, stepping into the room.

his heavy boots make the wooden floor creak, and he almost winces, instinctively lightening his steps as he approaches.

“she is,” you agree, not taking your eyes off your little girl. “she’s growing so fast. I feel like I’ll blink, and she’ll already be running around, causing trouble.”

katsuki snorts, settling down onto the couch. “if she’s causin’ trouble, that’s definitely your fault.”

“oh, really? because I’m the troublemaker in this relationship?” you glance at him, raising an eyebrow.

“damn right, you are.” he leans back, arms draped over the backrest, but his eyes stay on you.

“don’t think I’ve forgotten how you were always stirrin’ shit in high school. sneakin’ into the common room to steal snacks, callin’ me an idiot every time I told you to quit it.”

“hella ironic coming from you house-arrest, and I wasn’t stirring anything,” you protest, feigning innocence. “I was keeping life interesting.”

his brow twitches. “yeah, well, you’re passin’ that on to her,” he says, nodding toward the baby. “she’s got your attitude, y’know.”

“oh, so now she’s my responsibility when she’s being difficult?”

“she’s always your responsibility,” he shoots back, smirking. “you’re the one who decided to marry me, remember? you signed up for this.”

you roll your eyes, but there’s no heat behind it. “and yet, somehow, you’ve manage to make it worth it.”

the corners of katsuki’s mouth twitch, the beginnings of a smile threatening to break through.

but instead of replying, he focuses on d/n, who’s now clutching her toy with surprising determination.

“she’s strong,” he says, his voice softer. “got a good grip for a runt.”

“she gets that from you,” you reply, brushing a kiss against your baby girl’s forehead. “I think she’s going to take after you in a lot of ways.”

“hope not,” he mutters, his gaze clouding for a moment. “don’t want her growin’ up with my temper.”

you frown, sitting up straighter. “katsuki—”

“don’t,” he cuts you off, shaking his head. “I’m just sayin’. she’s better off with your patience.”

you pause, studying him carefully. for all his bluster, katsuki has always been his own harshest critic. he sees himself as flawed, rough around the edges.

but you’ve never seen him that way—not for a second.

“she’ll have the best of both of us,” you say firmly, holding his gaze. “and she’ll be okay because she has you as her dad.”

he doesn’t respond right away, his eyes flicking down to d/n instead. she’s staring at him now, her big, innocent eyes locked on his face.

katsuki reaches out, hesitating for just a moment before gently brushing a finger against her tiny hand. she grabs it immediately, her grip surprisingly strong, and he lets out a quiet chuckle.

“feisty little thing,” he hums.

he then leans back against the couch, watching as you lift her onto your shoulder, patting her back in a soothing rhythm.

she lets out a small yawn, her tiny body relaxing against you, and katsuki feels that familiar warmth spreading through his chest.

it’s moments like these that remind him why he fights so damn hard—why he throws himself into battle with everything he’s got.

because at the end of the day, he gets to come home to this.

to you. to her. to a life he never dared to dream of.

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this request ! fem ! reader , girly ! reader

katsuki with a girly!gf was not something that class 1a expected from the explosive blond. they all thought that he would end up falling for someone similar to his own personality and drive, and not you - his complete opposite.

despite the two of you being an unlikely pair, you complimented the other almost perfectly. your pretty pastel-based outfits and sweet mannerisms contrasted his loud, uncontrollable persona in a way that made it look natural. you were bubbly and pleasant to be around while your guard dog of a boyfriend loomed behind you.

more often than not, a pink accessory would be found somewhere on katsuki, especially if you werent present. whether it was a charm bracelet or a pink hairclip tucking away his unruly mop of hair, there was always some element of you on him, and it had become a game within the class to try and guess what 'mark' you had left on katsuki that day.

katsuki usually hated being ridiculed and made into a joke, but if it brought a smile to your face, he would walk around in a handstand all day just to see you laugh. your airy giggles and bright smiling face made it all worth it to him, and he didnt care that the two of you were nothing alike.

he didnt want someone that was like him, hell, he barely liked himself most of the time. so he found happiness in your difference, and how bright you were in comparison to him. you were his light, the calm to his storm.

Omg this is one of the most heartbreaking and beautiful fcs I have ever read in SO long- I can't 💖💖

In Case You Don’t Live Forever. (Bakugou x Reader)

masterlist | ao3

Pairing: Bakugou x Reader

Summary: Bakugou, blessed with immortality, meets the love of his life across all of their lifetimes. 

“Reincarnation is real. Even now, in what should be his fourth or fifth lifetime, Bakugou will tell you that it exists. He’s not sure which religion is right, which one wins at the end, whose god is real. But he knows that when we die, we don’t just vanish. We remain, somewhere, until it’s time for us to return to where we came from in new flesh and blood.”

Content Warnings: reader death (nothing graphic but this is a fic about reincarnation), rumination, loss of virginity, slight smut, slight cheating, friends to lovers, strangers to lovers, angst, hurt / comfort, pining bakugou, completely sfw big brother bakugou (in a VERY non-sexual way), child death (again, nothing graphic, but just in case), needles (an IV), afab reader.

Word Count: 7.2k

A/N: Thank you to @mikaaberry​ and @suyasgf​ for beta-reading this!! If you want two songs that set the tone for this fic, listen to in case you don’t live forever by ben platt and stuff we did from up!! I wanted to write a fic about Bakugou experiencing the different types of love, so here this is!!! Also…. I’ve been writing a lot of angst lately… sorry… 

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denial is bakugou’s favorite pastime.

for weeks now, his friends have bothered him about spilling the details about what you were to him. they wanna know why he’d been walking you to every one of your classes, or why you wore his hoodies around the dorms. and what was up with bakugou leaving your dorm so late last night?

and of course, in natural bakugou fashion, he pivots. “we’re just friends, dumbasses.” now they knew something was definitely up because when has katsuki bakugou, mister calls everyone “extras”, ever referred to someone as a friend? the thing is, when he says you guys are just friends, it’s whatever. but when you say it, suddenly it’s the end of the world.

“dunno why you even care. we’re just-“ 

“finish that sentence. i dare you.” his jaw flexes as his piercing ruby eyes bore into your surprised ones.

best believe he stopped playing around and asked you out officially.

♡ ring pops, chocolates, proposals ! ♡

katsuki loves you throughout the years.

a/n : BOOM !! surprise extra on your foreheads !!! this is basically a lil extra to rpp from katsu n readers pov ! i thought it was cute n i hope yall enjoy it too <33 !! much luv xx

fem reader, slight anime n manga spoilers ! food (candy and chocolate), jealous katsuki, mentions of dicks bc katsuki calls someone one, katsuki n reader are in their 20s, reader loves rain, katsuki does not, proposal, kissinggg, reader likes romance (implied sligthly), katsuki does not (kinda), soft n emotional katsuki bc I LOVE HIM FIGHT MEEE!!! RAAHHH!!!, short n sweet, proposal, lmk if i missed sum else !! <33

"for you."

katsuki, age 6 stands in front of you. no more words are said from him as he looks off to the side, beet red face turned away from you with outstretched hands. and clutched tightly in his hands, a ring pop in your favourite color.

you beam, immediately taking it from him. "thank you, katsu !" you chirp, quickly popping the candy into your mouth. katsuki's shoulders relax when he sees you've taken the offering from him although he doesn't meet your eye fully just yet.

"do you wanna share ?" you ask sweetly, already reaching out your candy towards him seeing that he didn't have one of his one in hand. he furiously shakes his head, pushing your hand back towards you.

"no ! and this one's for you ! i already got one.." he insists, shoveling around in his backpack before the crinkle of a wrapper grabs both of your attention. he pulls out the bag of sweet ring pops and picks out an orange one for himself. showing it to you while his eyes drift away from yours. you smile, seeing that you can both eat candy together now.

"i-it's a ring. so..you're my wife," he states. your big eyes widen at him and his glowing red cheeks. you look back down at the candy you've been eating pressed around your finger. it's bigger than the rings you see on tv.

you like katsuki. he was a little rough sometimes, and he could be a little mean. but he always played with you and shared his coloured pencils. he'd sit in the reading corner with you and hold your hand when you'd go on field trips.

"oh, really ?" your face heats, he nods. "want you to be my wife, cus haruto's always lookin' at you..a-an' you're my friend. not his." he mumbles bitterly. you like haruto, he's nice to you, but not as much as katsuki. katsuki was your best friend.

"does that make you my husband then ?" katsuki gets red to the tips of his ears and his nose is practically pressed into the collar of his shirt but he nods anyways. you beam again, the taste of the flavoured candy still on your lips. " i like that !"

katsuki blinks at you, chubby little cheeks pulling into a smirk and he drops to sit down next to you roughly on the grass. finally popping his own ring in his mouth.

"then you're my wife, yeah ?" you nod and he grins, you hear the candy clack around his mouth. "means you're only ever gonna be with me." and you nod again happily because you like that, you like the thought of only being with katsuki, because he's your best friend ever.

"mhm !"

"..forever." he adds tentatively and when you nod again he snickers to himself.

wait till stupid deku hears about this.

valentine's day was fucking stupid. and white day was even stupider.

besides them being the corniest holidays ever, katsuki finds the whole concept stupid. why do you need an entire day just to grow the balls to tell someone you like them ? and the worst part is that some fuckers have the audacity to try that shit with you.

katsuki remembers when he'd started despising the stupid holidays. it was in his first year of middle school and you opened up your locker to see some chocolates and a hand written note.

it was cheesy. and fucking stupid. but you smiled about it.

you fucking liked it.

the bastard even had the nerve to walk up to you at the end of the day, when you're supposed to go home with katsuki and end up coming over to his house to do your homework together (so he could stare at you) then stay over for dinner and play some video games (so he could touch you, poke your sides to make you trip up and pinch your nose when you end up losing to him) or watch a movie (so he could hear you laugh)

you were supposed to be all his. but instead you reassure him that you'll be back in a second.

and katsuki's antsy and so annoyed his skin prickles, but he swallows it down and drags his feet towards the gates as he waits, like hell he'll leave you alone with some limp dick bastard.

he did feel better when you said you rejected the loser, and he felt much better when you still ended up spending the afternoon with him. but he couldn't stop thinking about it.

valentine's day and such was so fucking stupid in katsuki's eyes. but maybe you liked it ? you never cared much for romance outside of those stupid rom-coms you like, but maybe there was more to it.

katsuki couldn't admit it to himself then, but he hates the holidays because there's a whole day for him to grow some balls and ask you out. and yet he couldn't fucking do it.

until his first year at u.a. and you hand him a box of chocolates.

dark chocolate, you specified. "since i know you don't really like sweets all that much." you said. the slight tremble in your voice made him swallow harshly. it felt different than the chocolates you'd handed out to your classmates earlier (which he was absolutely not jealous about. at all.) and the sheer size of the box compared to the little baggies you'd handed spoke too.

these were different. these were just for him.

his bag feels extra heavy when he walks home that day, and he's never loved chocolate more than the day you'd made some just for him.

"the chocolates weren't bad." was all he'd texted you (he wasn't sure he'd be able to talk to you properly on the phone that day lest you heard the shakiness in his voice.) but he knew what he needed to do.

and a few months later, white day rolls around and katsuki still thinks it sucks. it's a stupid holiday. but he spent the entire day making these stupid holiday chocolates for you. and his ears burn when he tells you that he only made these for you, because you're the only one he cares about enough to make some stupid chocolates for on a holiday he hates.

and you smile, so bright and pretty and so you. and katsuki feels like he's on top of the world when you shyly kiss his cheek, your hand in his grip on your way home.

he guessed he'll have to tell his mom about this..and maybe think about thanking her.

the day katsuki plans to propose to you, it rains.

and not even regular rain, a fucking downpour.

and due to prior experiences and feelings he’s had since childhood, he fucking hates rain.

but you love it. when you were kids you loved jumping in puddles and during morning time, you were drowsier and more prone to falling asleep when it was raining. when you got older, you'd always gasp happily when it started to rain, even though katsuki scoffed every time you did, mean mugging the window. he'd asked you what you liked about rain every year you were together, because it was cold, it made the ground sloshy and slippery and it made his quirk basically obsolete when he was younger and harder to use the older he got. there was absolutely nothing fun about that. and you'd always tell him the same exact thing.

"i like it 'cus i just do." you'd respond simply. he always raised a brow at you, but let it be. he couldn't change your mind about it and that was it.

with his proposal plans down the gutter, you're cuddling bed. you yawn in his arms, the tapping against the window putting you at ease. katsuki can admit it's not ear grating, but he'd much rather it just—not rain at all. and he wishes that so much more now, stupid fucking rain..ruining his fucking plans to fucking marry you..

"why do you like this shit so much ?" he asks you the question he's been asking you for years now as you lay against his warm chest. he doesn't mean to do it, only realising he's been asking you this practically all his life after the fact. and it makes him realise how long you've been together when you calmly respond the way you always have, cheekily smiling up at him.

you stick your tongue out at him "i like it 'cus i just do."

oh. fuck.

katsuki doesn't know exactly why that sets him off. maybe because the fact you've been together for two decades makes him emotional. maybe it's because throughout all these years your answer hasn't changed and you haven't changed and your feelings haven't changed for him. you still smile up at him, you did when you were kids when he'd asked you to be his wife with those cheap ring pops he'd begged his mom to buy. you did in middle school even when he thought you had a crush on izuku for a while and it made him act in such an embarrassing way he doesn't want to remember it, but he does anyway. you smiled up at him when he'd asked you out with the chocolates he'd spend hours working on, making them perfect for you. and when he'd told you to just move in with him because "you're basically here all the time anyway."

you've always been there, and he's always loved you. since the day you'd mesmerised him so much at six years old he had to talk to his mom about you.

katsuki absolutely fucking hates rain, and he doubts that'll change anytime soon, and it ruined his perfect proposal. but he can't hear the rain in his ears anymore when he abruptly flips you onto your back to kiss you. all he hears in the tiny giggles you let out when he smacks three wet kisses onto your lips before diving in for a longer one. i love you, they say. he can only hear your fingers sneaking into his hair and scratching at his scalp and the happy sigh you let out when he runs his tongue across your lips.

"m'breath stinks," you mumble drowsily, katsuki grumbles, pulling away just far enough to tell you "i don't give a fuck." and diving in again. you squeal in surprise. it's all he hears.

"fuckin' love you." he grunts against your lips, you hum, briefly able to pull away to catch your breath to tell him you love him too, and pulling him closer to you, the rustling of your sheets, yours and his, is all he hears.

"yeah ? you love me ?" he whispers, going to nibble at your ear. he's all over you, pressing sloppy kisses along your neck and you giggle, "mhm, love you." you sigh.

"fuck.." he breathes again, bringing his face back up to yours he presses his forehead to yours "fuck—so," he places another kiss to your lips, he gulps "so marry me."

and then you blink at him "what ?" you breathe heavily, softly chuckling. and the rapid beating of his heart is all he hears, but then your eyes go glossy and you whisper, voice broken and wobbly "..what ?"

he huffs to himself, his hands search for yours and intertwine when he finds them. like the day he'd pulled you over to his mom so he could ask her to let you come over to play at his house. like when you'd offered it to him when he took you to prom and you looked more beautiful than he could ever utter. he wonders how you'd look during your wedding. he's thought about it more times than he can count.

he takes a deep breath, not pulling away "i wasn't supposed to tell you like this, fuckin rain.." he scoffs. "but—fuck, i just—you've always been there, always been with me. since i was a snot nosed fuckin' brat and at times were you shoulda left my ass." he's forgotten the shit he wanted to say, simply blurting out what's on his mind. he feels a little bad, because kirishima had helped him with his speech, but his heart beats too hard to care.

"but m'glad you didn't. m'glad you didn't before and i'm glad you haven't now 'cus i love you so fuckin' much." you let out a giggle mixed with a little sob at his constant nervous cursing and it makes him smile lightly too.

"i know there are times where i've been a pretty shit boyfriend but..but i mean it, y'know ?" he sniffs a bit, and you shake your head "you've never been a shit boyfriend, suki. just a bit of a pain in my ass sometimes," you giggle but your eyes are overflowing with tears. he chuckles and fights back tears of his own with a sniffle again.

"yeah, major pain..but even still i—when i told you i wanted you to be my wife back when we were kids, i meant it. an' when that fuckin loser tried to ask you out on valentines day in middle school, i wanted to knock his fuckin' teeth in." he smirks, and you try to hide your laugh with a gasp "wanted to tell him you were mine."

"you're such a baby. i remember how pouty you were about it."

" i wasn't pouty," he rolls his eyes, his smile doesn't disappear. he wipes away a tear about to roll down your cheek before you can get his your shirt sleeve wetter then it already is "you could've just told me back then," you whisper, holding onto the hand on your cheek and pressing a kiss to his palm. katsuki feels his heart swell.

"i should've told you a lot of shit back then," he laments. he remembers when shigaraki put holes in him and the constant flashes of you on his mind. when he woke up in the hospital and you'd been there and he just couldn't tell you those three words. he'd figured that since you were both alive, he could tell you later when shit was less..messy.

except shit kept getting messier, and then when katsuki blew a hole into his heart he'd wished he could've told you how much he loved you.

but then he had gotten another chance, another chance to be with you. to be the best damn boyfriend in the world like he'd promised you he'd be, to make you happy, and he didn't care if shit got even messier, he didn't care to be scared. when he woke up with his mom and dad, a doctor and you. everything else blurred in his mind and despite your runny nose and your mix of how much you'd missed him and how worried you were but also scolding him on how much of a dummy he was, katsuki couldn't help but smile.

his mom still teases him about how the first words that he'd blurted out after waking up from his operation getting chastised by doctors were "fuck, i love you."

"but, i won't regret not telling you shit anymore. i won't wait any longer either," he kicks out of the sheets, reaching for the lowest drawer of his nightstand to pull out a little red box, grabbing you with him and placing you down right in front of him. he kneels down on one knee, like when he used to tie your shoelaces for you because you didn't know how to, and how he does to this day because 'you want to crack your head against the side walk so bad, but i don't wanna see that shit.'

he grabs your hand, and with a wobbly voice asks you "will you marry me ?"

and finally, katsuki stops hearing his own heart beat and hears the gentle tapping of the rain, still pouring, but it puts him slightly at ease when you nod and squeal out a 'yes !'

<33

roommates w/ katsuki bakugou

moodboard + hc

being roommates with him:

- when you first moved in together he only cooked for himself and would leave scraps for you in the kitchen because you weren’t “his responsibility”.

- hid in his room the first month and a half. he claimed it’s because “he didn’t want to see your face” but it was really that he just didn’t know how to live with someone who wasn't his parents or a boy, and he felt awkward.

- he didn’t ask for your number until 4 months into living together. “i already deal with your annoying ass here, why would i want to deal with you in my own phone too?”.

- the first time he let you cook with him it lasted 8 minutes. “holy shit are you serious right now?” “dude i’m actually about to throat punch you, oh my god” “okay get out, i don’t know how you’re so bad at this” “Y/N GET OUT OF THE KITCHEN IM GONNA CUT YOU BRO” (this all started because you didn’t think to ask how he wanted the potatoes cut before you started cutting them. after that, if you even breathed the wrong way he would whip is head around to look at you, yelling profanities, until a few minutes later he basically punted you out of the kitchen).

- the first time you brought friends over he hogged the living room and would text you to shut up every time he could hear you guys talking above a whisper. after a few months though, when you brought people over he would incessantly bother you guys. barging in your room, joining gossip sessions, crashing movie nights, etc. and your friends were happy to let him join since it kept him from being a dick. most of the time he would just stay on his phone while being in the same room. he would never admit it, but he thought your friends were more entertaining than his and he would actually get crazy FOMO when you would make him go away.

- on the other hand, when he brought his friends over, you were barred in your room, forbidden from making eye contact with his friends. "do NOT leave your room. i'm serious. i'll text you or whatever when they leave." at first you thought it was just because he didn't want you involved and didn't want you to embarrass him. you finally came to the conclusion that it was actually because he didn't trust his "stupid ass loser friends" (his words) around you. eventually you began to ignore him and hung out with them anyway. maybe you should have listened though because his friends tended to act like middle school boys when you would join them.

- actually a crazy gossip fanatic. if he ever heard you on the phone talking about someone else, he was standing in the doorway intently listening and chiming in if he had information. "she dumped him because allegedly she caught him sucking on another dudes toes or something. dead ass." "that guy is never in the gym he literally stole those pictures from google dude." when you ask him how he knows this stuff he just says "my sources are everywhere" (his sources are his mom and kaminari)

- if he was bored best believe he was coming into your room without a single knock and forcing you into hanging out with him. "y/n put your shoes on. and some pants. we're leaving." he would tell you he was doing this "for your sake" because you "have no other friends" (lies) when in reality he just didn't want to admit he wanted to hang out with you.

- memorized every food you liked and disliked so he knew what to cook and what not to cook.

- he cooked most of the time and never let you give your input on dinner options or even step foot in the kitchen. "get out of my kitchen, fuck face" "you eat what I cook or starve, you suck at making decisions." if you suggested that you could make dinner for the night? yeah don't even try. "if you touch that stove, I swear to god, I will kill myself" "remember that time you stuck your ramen cup in the microwave without putting water in it? yeah, die. go to your room I'm pissed off just remembering it" nights he didn't cook were the only times you actually got to pick what you guys would eat.

- most of y'all's quality time was spent listening to artists you both like or picking out a stupid movie and collectively yelling at the screen.

- would have full on debates about any and every topic. sometimes it would turn into an argument where you would end up standing outside his closed door telling him to stop being such a baby while also trying to convince him to come back out. other times, it would turn into you guys sitting on the couch or in y'all's rooms going into deep conversation for hours. you both would end up going on different tangents, changing the topic every 4 minutes until 3 in the morning. these conversations would only end if one of you fell asleep or you both did.

- you would send him videos and funny posts on instagram or tiktok and he would never look at them. eventually you would end up cornering him in his room and just showing him everything you sent while giggling to yourself. if he didn't laugh you would tell him "yeah okay let's just kill y/n then" and then pout as you left his room. (he would groan and just end up going on either app to finish looking at all the things you sent, replying to all of them). on the other hand, if he sent you something and you didn't look at it within 2 hours, he would spam your phone and eventually say "yeah you're blocked. I hate you. freak."

- when you’re giggling at something on your phone he will side eye you like a dog. if you don’t show him what it was you were giggling at he assumes 2 things. 1) you were talking to someone else. 2) you hate him and are hiding something from him. he’ll then bother you until you tell him what it was.

- sneaks pictures of you sleeping and uses them as reaction photos. when he wants a good laugh he’ll pull out the “y/n sleeping” album and scroll through the pics like it’s the instagram explore page, giggling to himself. one time when he had the boys over, they saw that album when he was trying to show them something else and they stole his phone and made fun of him saying he was a stalker. next thing you know, you’re walking out of your room to see katsuki has sero pinned to the ground and kaminari is attempting to stumble over to you to tell you what “go-go” has on his phone. all the while kirishima is doubled over with laughter trying really hard to get bakugou to chill out. “DO NOT LISTEN TO THAT FUCK HEAD HE’S LITERALLY HIGH OFF HIS ROCKER” (he is not)

- makes fun of your clothes and thinks he’s so much better when it comes to fashion. he is such a diva. “hey, what the actual fuck are you wearing?” “be honest, did you pick this out and compliment yourself in your head actually thinking you did something here…” “aw you’re really tapping into the stray dog look today”. the times that he does like your outfit the most you’ll get is a nod and a thumbs up. “mhm, this works” “fucking finally” “oh cool, you’ve got some real clothes on” (what he’ll never tell you is that he likes most of your outfits and just thinks it’s funny watching you change over and over trying to appeal to his taste)

★ katsuki and yourself weren’t big drinkers. sure after you two had graduated, you had gone to a few parties here and there but you were never a fan of the whole spinning dizzy feeling that alcohol brought with it, especially since you two are heroes. patrolling while hungover under the heat of the hot summer sun was dreadful.

so when you get a call from katsuki one evening while you were on patrol saying how kirishimas and the rest of the guys were going out for a few, who were you to say no? even though you knew the invitation for yourself always stood, katsuki needed some time for himself and by the time you would get off patrol it would already be past midnight.

so after exchanging some ‘i love you’s’, you disconnected the call and got back to whatever strolling you were doing.

and as the night went on you got more and more notifications that buzzed in your back pocket from who you assumed was your boyfriend. you eventually had a quick break and chugged an energy drink while fishing for your phone.

you let out a snort of laughter and looked around to make sure no one heard you before looking back down at your screen. there you saw multiple pictures took by denki of him standing on what you assumed was a stool while taking 0.5 picture’s of katsuki. what made you laugh even more was his flushed face and droopy eyes that held no fight in them as he stood there with his hands by his sides.

you could tell that he had drank quite a bit and as your break came to an end you had a short two hours left of your shift before you were able to finally get home and most likely take care of your said boyfriend.

and you were correct because as soon as you even such as stepped in through the doors of your shared apartment your phone once again started buzzing, this time it was a call.

“hello?” there was a shuffling noise before shouting hit your eardrums along with the music that blasted in the background.

“HEYY LOOK, ARE YOU-” you grimaced as you hear a glass breaking alongside some yelling. “huh? hello?”

the phone was picked back up. “THIS IS KIRISHIMA, KATSUKI IS KINDA REALLY DRUNK AND-” you then heard a whooshing sound and another crash. you stood there looking at your phone and then brining it close to your ear again. “uhh..kiri..shima?”

you heard the phone being picked up and panting into the microphone. “SORRY I JUST LAUNCHED MY PHONE HALFWAY ACROSS THE DANCE FLOOR AND IT HIT SOMEONE IN THE FACE.” you had to physically distance yourself from the phone before answering.

“kiri you don’t have to yell i can hear you!” you felt as if it was a screaming competition at that point. you heard a cackle before kirishimas finally got to the point.

“sorry, sorry! it’s just that bakubro got hella drunk and he’s kinda unmovable right now. he keeps saying your name and won’t really listen to anyone, would it be alright if you could come and pick him up?”

you were already picking up your keys and sliding on your shoes. “of course, be there in five.”

and so here you were pulling into the parking spot outside of the front doors of the building.

as you stepped in, you already felt exhaustion hitting you as you strolled around to try and find your boyfriend and those goons.

and then you saw him, sitting in a corner seat, with a cute sleepy look on his face, arms still crossed as always. kneeling in front of him, you saw denki, sero and kiri sitting across as they helped gather his stuff. you placed a palm against his face and patted his knee with the other.

“kats, love?” he groaned and slightly opened his eyes. “hey i’m gonna take you home okay?” and then suddenly, he moves his face away from your hand as his face held something like a mix of disgust and offence.

“get those damn hands away from me. i’ve a girlfriend.” although his speech was slurred you blinked before letting out a chuckle as the guys behind you hollered and stumbled over eachother.

you raised a brow, amused to see him act that way. “oh really? sorry about that kats, i won’t do it again.” his face whipped around to face you as he grimaced again. “oi. don’t call me that. only she can and you ain’t her.. so back off...” his sentence held no malicious intent as his head slowly tipped back. “where is she. i miss her.”

kirishima then came up next to you and patted his back. “bro shes right here! see?” in response to his words, katsuki raised his head and squinted at you for a while before slowly smiling. “heyy it’s my girlfriend.” immediately his head landed on your shoulder. he started babbling as he wrapped his arms around your frame, almost knocking you to the floor from the sudden weight. in the meantime, you glanced at his red headed friend.

“i’m sorry how much did he drink?” in response he scratched the back of his neck before holding up three fingers. “JESUS KIRI THREE BOTTLES?” kirishimas shook his head before cackling. “three drinks.”

now you knew your boyfriend was a lightweight but this was a tad too funny to you, not that you would ever tell him.. obviously.

with the help of kirishima, you managed to walk out a stumbling katsuki and just about sat him in the passenger seat before strapping him in as he babbled on about how much he missed you. sero and denki handed over his wallet and phone to you and you thanked them before saying your goodbyes as you sat behind the wheel.

on the drive back katsuki acted like he hadn’t seen you in months by the way he held your hand and kissed it every two seconds. with him telling you how much he loved you and how beautiful you where. in that moment you could not only feel somewhat giddy but be thankful for having this man in your life. no matter how tough he looked or acted, it really was true that he was a softy, drunk or not.

after arriving, getting him into bed wasn’t even a problem. he listened to your every word as he clung to you like a koala. you helped him brush his teeth on the toilet seat as you sat on his lap. even while drunk, his grip was still firm but gentle.

you then got him changed, him getting stuck in his t-shirt a few times, and you both finally climbed into bed. there was pure silence other that his quiet snores as he rested on your chest. as expected, he ended up passing out the second he wrapped his arms around you.

as you pressed a kiss on his forehead, you could once again feel the wave of exhaustion crashing over you as the warm pressure of katsuki’s body lulled you to sleep.

and in the morning katsuki awoke with not only a headache but also a lovely picture of his drunken state as a 0.5 printed and framed photo hanging in the living room as a forever reminder of that night.

THE ONLY EXCEPTION

♫ now playing - the only exception by paramore

bakugou x reader

word count: 1,827 words

IN WHICH each time your friends caught bakugou only being nice to you.

a/n: still 'fool for you' just changed the title (≧ω≦)

“i've never seen him so.. calm.”

“right? he's always so uptight.”

the two friends were peering over the couch as they watched bakugou and y/n sleep soundlessly. there was a serene look drawn on his face while he held y/n closely to him, her hand resting softly on his chest as their chests rose up and down simultaneously.

“how come he's so much nicer to her than any of us?” kirishima complained with a pout stitched on his lips. he'd been friends with bakugou way before (two months) him and y/n got together. where was his special treatment?

“they're dating duh. why wouldn't he be nice to her?” mina replied as gazed at the couple with a soft gaze in her eyes. their young, teenage love was truly admirable.

even if bakugou seemed to have a stick up his ass 24/7.

the couple twitched softly in their sleep. it had been a long and stressful day of endless amounts of training, and lord knew that they both needed a break. a thin blanket was all that covered their bodies, but anybody could make out the way bakugou held her waist and the way y/n laid her hand on his chest underneath the sheet.

the usually quiet library turned into a circus as it filled up with bakugou's grumbling, denki's whines, and y/n's giggling. the sight of bakugou repeatedly smacking denki on the head with rolled up paper was an entertaining sight to distract her from her note-taking.

“are you seriously this stupid?” bakugou growled as he peered over the blonde's notebook, erasing and scribbling over any mistakes he made. denki pouted while rubbing his head on the spot that bakugou smacked. “c'mon.. it's really not that easy!” denki whined.

bakugou's vermillion eyes narrowed at denki. “it's basic algebra! how did you even get this far if you can't do simple math?!” he snapped.

denki continued to pout as he grumbled under his breath, something about bakugou lacking basic respect.

“uh.. katsuki?” y/n called out hesitantly.

though he still kept the glare on his face, the way his body language softened was visible, and how his tone contrasted from denki to her was plain obvious. “what?”

she turned over her notebook towards him so he can see her work. “i think i did it wrong.. can you check it?”

bakugou grabbed her notebook and skimmed over her work. “yeah.. here, let me explain.” he leaned over closer to her, close enough to where she can smell caramel on his skin.

denki's mouth fell agape as he watched how the guy went from raising hell on him to looking like he was practically skipping in a field of flowers inside his head. “that is SO not fair! how come you're so much nicer to her than me?!”

“cause she's not an idiot! keep working!”

it was far past midnight, and it was already one thing that izuku couldn't sleep, but on an empty stomach? it made it far much worse. he tried everything in the book from counting sheep to counting his breaths, but nothing could beat his racing mind and the sound of his stomach growling.

izuku didn't want to disturb anyone, but would it really hurt if he just tip-toed to the common room? he sighed as he ran his hand through his curly green hair, quietly making his way to the kitchen to not wake anyone.

but as he walked through the common room, a taller figure appeared in front of him.

“GAH!” he yelped, hastily smacking a hand over his mouth as he realized how loud he'd screamed. “shoto!” he half-whispered. “what are you doing?!”

todoroki stood still, his expression unwavering. “i couldn't sleep.” his direction turned towards the kitchen. “i wanted to get a snack, but i think someone is in there.” he said.

that's odd. it was almost one in the morning, and the only people that izuku thought could be awake fell asleep ages ago. he asked todoroki who it was but he only shrugged, showing he only heard the person but never checked who it was.

he never thought he'd be met with the sight of bakugou resting his chin on y/n's shoulder as she made them snacks.

“at 12:47 in the morning? that's way past bakugou's bedtime…” todoroki muttered under his breath.

bakugou's tone was softer, softer than anyone had ever heard besides y/n herself. “you better not burn it.” he huffed.

y/n giggled, slightly turning her head to face his side profile. “i'm not going to burn our snacks,” she assured. “i'm an expert.”

“expert my ass.”

“hey!”

izuku and todoroki looked like a deer in headlights looking at the scene before them. they wanted to walk away, believe them, they really did. but the sight of bakugou being so domestic was such a rare and amusing sight to see.

“do we… leave?” izuku suggested.

“i don't know…” todoroki answered. “this is really weird.”

bakugou’s head shot up from her shoulder and turned to look at the two voices faster than the speed of light. his ruby eyes were narrowed as he glared them down as his lips curled. “the hell are you guys doing?”

izuku's hands flapped around in a panic. “w-we were just about to leave! i swear-”

“you're very affectionate, bakugou” todoroki said, as blunt as ever.

“shut up!” he yelled, his face turning as a red as a tomato and his hair puffed up. y/n giggled once again at the dramatic scene that laid in front of her. “do you guys want snacks too?” she offered.

“why are you giving our food to extras?” “suki!”

brutal wasn't even the word to describe today's training session. everyone was curled up on the ground, hands over their stomach as it even hurt to breathe. the sounds that filled the room were heavy breathing and complaints. and y/n— was nowhere to be found.

mina, jirou, and ochaco all wandered the hallways, a worried look etched on their face as they searched for their friend. “i'm really worried about her y'know.” mina was the first one to break the silence.

both girls nodded in agreement.

“so am i,” ochaco said. “she just disappeared right after training ended.”

the trio kept wandering the halls, looking in every corner and every turn where y/n could be hiding.

suddenly, through the glass window, they see their little y/c haired friend sitting on the bench, with her fingers intertwined on her lap and her head hung low.

“there she is!” jirou yelled, quickly running to the nearest door to go outside and get y/n while the other two girls trailed closely behind her.

but something made them stop dead in their tracks. the closer they got to the window, the more they were able to see someone elses silhouette sat next to her.

“is that bakugou?”

bakugou's arm was wrapped securely around y/n's shoulders, intently listening to her rambling about whatever she needed to get off her chest.

“i did really bad today.” she mumbled, her voice filled with sadness and frustration.

“and that’s okay.” bakugou comforted her. “one bad doesn't mean you suck. everyone has bad days.” he reassured her, rubbing light circles on her shoulders.

y/n shrugged, playing and picking at her fingers as they rested on her lap. “i just think i’m weak, y’know?” she mumbled once again.

“you're not- hey. look at me.” bakugou squished her cheeks and turned her head to face his. “stop. you think i'd be talking to you like this if you're so weak? hm?”

“no?” she muffled due to how much bakugou was squishing her face.

“exactly. you're strong, so stop putting yourself down because of one off day and keep training.”

“you're hurting my cheeks.”

bakugou let go of her face, lightly patting her cheeks as an apology. “my point is, one bad day doesn't mean you're weak. think about every other time you've kicked ass.”

y/n laughed softly, her face changing from what looked like a kicked puppy to her usual grin. “thank you suki.” she said.

“this is the cutest thing I've ever seen.” mina whispered while clenching her shirt where her heart is tightly.

“who knew the pomeranian could be such a romantic?” jirou teased as ochaco and mina giggled along side of her.

bakugou lightly ruffled the top of y/n's hair, lightly blushing from the way she looked at him with such a lovestruck glance. “you're strong. don't start with that ‘i'm weak’ shit cause i won't hear it.”

“you're so sweet when you want to be.”

“now you're pushing it.”

“why are you only nice to me?” the question caught katsuki off guard.

the couple had been in y/n's dorm room simply sitting in silence, with their legs entangled together and the light noise of the TV playing in the background.

he turned his head slightly to face her, their eyes meeting instantly as she was already looking at him so softly. “why wouldn't i be?” katsuki questioned as his fingers lightly played with her hair.

y/n shrugged, not having a response to his question. it just seemed out-of-character for him. he was the type of person to not let anyone change him, good or bad.

but the crude boy would come to be a puddle of sap when it came to her. even if it wasn't obvious verbally, the ways his eyes softened when they laid upon her was enough said.

“i asked you a question first.” she retorted.

katsuki exhaled sharply, his gaze turning from her to the ceiling as his heart rate sped up a bit. “you're just.. different.”

y/n's eyebrows raised slightly as a smirk stitched itself onto her face. she scooted closer to katsuki's side, leaning her head on his bicep as she stared lovingly at his side profile. “i'm.. different? there's more to that, isn't there?”

“of course there is. you just don't get to know that stuff right now.”

y/n knew that katsuki wasn't one to talk about his feelings. she wasn't looking to change that. but the simple thought of him just looking at her differently from the rest, like shes the only person in every room, made her heart flutter.

“don't think i'm getting soft though.” katsuki grumbled, an arm slipping around her waist as he pulled her impossibly closer.

“you're just… the only exception.”

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Wrong Number, Asshole - A Bakugou Katsuki Soulmate AU

Soulmates are rare. They’re rarer than even being quirkless, and it’s said that anyone blessed with the soulmate gene was practically guaranteed a happy life.

When you were younger, the doctor’s told you that you possessed the soul mate gene, and ever since then you’ve been checking daily for a tattoo. You’re starting to lose hope when suddenly, the morning of your 20th birthday, it appears.

It sits just below your collarbone in scratchy black ink; a string of bold numbers and a messy box around them.

Your first thought is that it’s ugly. it’s a dreadfully ugly, ugly tattoo, and when you take another look, you’re even more sure that it can’t possibly be the real thing. There’s just no way that you’ve waited this long for your soulmate tattoo only for it to be a shitty phone number- but it is.

So, even though it’s ugly and you’re becoming increasingly convinced by the second that that must mean something has to be at least a little bit off with your soulmate, you suck it up. You text the number.

This decision blows back up in your face. Spectacularly.

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it was everything / k. bakugo

you and him did the perfect cuddle weather during the storm.

it started with a damp drizzle.

it was already night and you and katsuki bakugo had just finished your date when the clouds decided to loosen up completely, drenching the both of you in minutes. you couldn’t help but to laugh at his loud exhale, pulling your cardigan up to your head as bakugo scowled at the sky like he could blow the rain away with a glare.

"stupid fucking weather," he muttered, but he still kept pace with you, one arm outstretched like he was trying to shield you from the downpour—even if it wasn’t really working.

“let's go to my house. it should be near here.” he said as both of you started running.

by the time you got to his place, both of you were soaked to the bone, dripping all over his entryway.

"you’ll catch a cold," you teased as you kicked off your wet shoes.

"tch. like hell i will." but even as he said it, he grabbed two towels and tossed one at you. "dry off before you turn into a damn popsicle."

“are your parents here?” you asked him as you wrapped the towel around yourself, standing awkwardly by the living room as katsuki was setting up the heater.

“they're out on a business trip for a week.” he mumbled.

“so you're all alone in this big house for a week? wouldn't that be so lonely and boring since you've pretty much nothing to do cause it's also summer break?”

katsuki finished setting up the heater, making you two sigh in relief as heat started to fight the cold. “who said it would be boring? i can cover myself with training and do some other shits.”

“katsuki, it's a freaking summer break. summer break.”

“so? just go shower in my room.” katsuki ignored your complaint about his plan for the summer break as he pushed you gently towards his room.

“what about you?” as you settle the clothes he gave you inside the bathroom, you turn to look at him as he grabs some clothes of his own.

“i ain't gonna shower with you.” he grumbles, his ears going red.

“what? no! i mean, what are you gonna do?” you huffed, also blushing. the thought of showering together has not crossed your mind yet, not until now. you two were still in the beginning of your relationship and you two liked to take things nice and smoothly.

“gonna shower in my parent's bathroom, duh.” without another word, katsuki leaves the room and you start taking a warm shower.

you changed into one of his old hoodies—soft and oversized, smelling faintly like sweet caramel, like him. you go downstairs curled up on the couch while he makes you a cup of hot chocolate in the kitchen.

after that, katsuki didn’t say much, but he hovered around you, making sure you were warm and comfortable before finally settling down beside you with his own mug.

the rain kept pouring, the gentle patter against the windows filling the quiet between you. this is a perfect cuddle weather, just you and him with netflix on the screen.

"y’know," you said, leaning against his shoulder, your cheeks softly mushed as your eyes were trained on the screen. “i kinda like this."

he huffed, but didn’t move away. "like what? being soaked and freezing?"

you chuckled. "no, silly. i mean, to be here. with you."

that got him to freeze for a moment. you felt the tension in his shoulder, but then…he relaxed. slowly. carefully. like he didn’t want to admit how much your words meant to him.

"yeah," he said quietly, one arm slipping around your waist, pulling you closer. "me too."

and there you stayed—wrapped up in a blanket, the storm outside no match for the quiet warmth between you. bakugo kept his arm around you, your warmth seeping into his side as the sound of rain filled the room.

he stared at the window, watching droplets race each other down the glass, but all he could really focus on was you—curled up against him, wrapped in his hoodie like you belonged in it. like you belonged here, with him.

‘damn it.’ he mentally cussed. because how did you make something so ordinary like this feel so… good?

he wasn’t used to being this soft. not like this. he’d always been the explosive one, the rough one, the one people tiptoed around. but with you, it was different. you didn’t flinch when he was gruff. you didn’t back away when he had no idea how to say the right thing. you just stayed.

and now? you were resting against him so easily, like it was the most natural thing in the world. like you knew and you're so sure that he’d keep you safe even when the current state of the world outside has a storm.

katsuki looked down at you. your eyelashes fluttered slightly, your breathing slow and steady. you were getting sleepy.

his chest tightened and there's undeniably warmth spreading throughout his body.

he could fight villains. he could blow through walls. but this—letting himself feel this much for someone…was something else entirely.

still, he tightened his arm around you, burying his face on your hair and whispered so softly that he barely heard himself:

“…don’t go fallin’ asleep on me, dumbass. you have to deal with me if i get used to this.”

with the comforting warmth in each other's embrace, bakugo katsuki caught himself slowly falling asleep.

fast forward, the storm had passed and after your shared moment on the couch, it was you who woke up first. your first notice that your position had changed. now, both katsuki and you are now laying on the long sofa. you were on the side where the sofa back is and he's on the other side so you wouldn't fall in your sleep.

a blanket was draped over y'alls lower body to give more warmth and comfort. his arms were wrapped on your waist as his head were cozily nestled on your neck. you didn't dare to move as the memory of you falling asleep makes sense on how you ended up in this state.

looking up to the wall, you saw it's already past 10pm and you two had been asleep for like four hours now without any dinner and the netflix still plays in the background.

you shifted yourself a little to get more comfortable because the last thing you want is a numb body. this sudden movement caused katsuki to jolt up slightly as his sleepy red eyes looked at you.

“what time is it?” his voice was low and grumbled as he just woke up. his arms tightened around you.

“it's 10pm. do you still want to sleep more?” you asked him softly. your fingers made its way towards his soft spiky hair, gently caressing it. katsuki just hummed at your question.

then all of the sudden, your stomach gave a small, embarrassing growl.

bakugo detaches his face from your neck as he raises a brow. “your stomach acts like it hasn't been fed.”

you groaned, hiding your face in his hoodie. “don’t bully me, i’m still sleepy. and besides, we last ate like ten hours ago during our date.”

he chuckled and stood up, stretching his arms over his head. “c’mon. i’ll make us dinner.”

you blinked. “wait, you’re gonna cook?”

he shot you a look. “like you don't fucking know me.”

you giggled and followed him into the kitchen with the blanket on your shoulder, watching as he moved confidently—pulling out eggs and other ingredients. he looked relaxed in his element, messy bedhead and all.

“you know,” you said, hopping onto one of the seats in the kitchen island, plopping your chin over your palm. “you’re kinda hot when you’re being domestic.” you grinned widely.

he froze during mid-scramble, ears immediately tinting red. “shut up,” he muttered, avoiding eye contact. “you want your damn omelette or not?”

you smiled. “just kidding. i’ll take them with a side of kisses, please.”

he turned to glare at you—but it was the softest glare you’d ever seen. “you’re pushing it.”

you tilted your head playfully. “am i?”

suddenly, he walked towards you, standing between your knees where you sat on the counter. his hands rested on your thighs gently, and his gaze locked with yours.

“you're lucky i can tolerate you and i love you so damn much.” he muttered.

and then he leaned in, capturing your lips.

the kiss was warm—lazy, like a slow morning stretch, except it's night right now. the kiss also tastes faintly of sleep and something sweeter. his lips were soft, lingering against yours like he didn’t want to pull away.

when he finally did, he hugged you as he buried his face on your chest.

“wow…didn't fully expect that you'd actually take my joke seriously.” you chuckled as blushed painted your cheeks. your arms immediately hugged him back and started caressing his nape and some parts of his hair like you usually do whenever you two are hugging or cuddling.

katsuki could feel himself melting in your embrace as he huffed. “never doubted me.” he mumbled in your chest.

“so all i need to do is to joke about kisses so you can actually give me one?” you grinned as you cupped his cheeks to make him look at you.

“you can always ask or even don't have to ask at all, you know?” he playfully rolled his eyes and gave you a one last peck for now then removes himself from your embrace. “…now let me finish makin’ your stupid omelette,” he grumbled, though his smile betrayed him.

you laughed, heart full. “yes, chef bakugo.”

he groaned. “never call me that again.”

once the dinner was served, it was simple—omelette, some heated soup from his fridge, and a few slices of fruit bakugo cut up with more care than he’d ever admit—but to you, it tasted like the best meal in the world.

you sat beside him at the kitchen table, your legs brushing under the table as you both ate quietly. there wasn’t much talking, just the clinking of forks and the occasional soft sigh of contentment.

katsuki wasn’t exactly the “talk over food” type, but he kept stealing glances at you between bites. like he was making sure you were really there. that this soft moment, this version of peace, wasn’t just something he dreamed up.

when you caught him looking, you smiled. “what?”

he clicked his tongue. “nothin’...just makin’ sure this isn’t some weird dream or somethin’.”

you tilted your head. “if it is, do we go back to sleep and start over?”

bakugo snorted. “hell no. i’m keepin’ this one.”

you smiled even wider and stood up, walking over to slide into his lap without warning. he tensed in surprise but immediately wrapped his arms around you, letting his chin rest on your shoulder.

you played with the ends of his soft spiky hair. “thanks for today…and tonight. i really appreciate it.” you give him a kiss on his cheeks.

he didn’t answer right away, just squeezed you a little tighter.

“…yeah. me too.”

for a while, neither of you moved. the night kept going deep, the moon was casting silverlight across the kitchen floor along with a mixture of cool and warm artificial light, and the rain from the night before had long faded into a soft rustling of the wind outside.

it was simple. quiet. warm.

and for katsuki bakugo, it was everything.

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a/n: i think having a hyperfixation about this explosive pookie bear that they called katsuki bakugo.