Katsuki Loves Your Lip Balm.

◟♡ ˒ ʾʾ it’s your softness that drives ichigo insane.

your frilly skirts, the way you hum little songs when you fold laundry, how you say “good morning” like it actually means something. how you always ask if he’s eaten, if his hair’s getting too long, if he wants to sit on the bed while you paint your nails so he doesn’t feel lonely.

you’re all sugar. all soft lips and shiny eyes and pastel hearts. and it makes ichigo’s teeth ache.

because the shit he wants to do to you isn’t soft.

and you don’t even realize.

you’ll be standing there at the sink, humming to yourself, sleeves rolled up while you wash dishes, and he’ll walk behind you, hands in his pockets, voice low like it slipped out by accident:

“could bend you over the counter right now.”

you glance over your shoulder, blinking wide and doe-eyed, suds still clinging to your wrist.

“what’d you say, ichi?”

he’s already leaning on the doorframe, casual as hell, one brow up like you’re imagining things.

“huh? nothing. i said we’re outta milk.”

“oh.” you smile again, all sweet and warm. “i’ll add it to the list!”

he smirks—barely. but the heat behind his eyes lingers, eating you alive from ten feet away.

it gets worse when you dress up. little skirts. glossy lip balm. the socks with frilly lace at the edges. he sits on the couch, watching you spin in front of the mirror.

“you look cute,” he mumbles.

you beam. “you think so?”

he shrugs, arms crossed behind his head.

“yeah. real cute. can’t wait to take it off with my teeth.”

you freeze. “what?”

he blinks up at you like he just asked you about the weather. “hmm? said the pink looks nice.”

“…oh. thanks.”

you turn away, but he sees the heat creeping up your neck.

later, he’ll lean against your door, hands in his hoodie pocket, voice low and quiet as you curl up on your bed reading.

“bet if i sucked on your tits just right you’d make the prettiest noises.”

you don’t even process it for a full second. then you look up, mouth parted.

“…what?”

“huh?” he tilts his head. “i said i like your voice.”

“i—ichigo!”

“what?” he says, grinning like he didn’t just drop a nuclear line.

you toss your pillow at him.

but he lives for it. for the way you fluster. for the way your fingers tighten in your skirt, your knees knock together, your face burns.

you’re all soft curves and sweetness and kindness, and he says the most filthy, devastating things under his breath just to watch you melt.

and the best part?

he never admits it.

“y-you said something nasty just now.”

“me?” he says, leaning in, all wide innocent eyes and smug under the surface. “no way, baby girl. i think you’re hearing things again.”

“liar…”

he kisses your forehead.

“better get your ears checked.”

im like a girl if she was an indoor cat

don’t be sad because sad spelled backwards is das und das ist nicht gut

bakugo never meant to get this distracted. seriously. it wasn’t his fault.

it was yours.

because every damn time you sat in front of him, every time you rested your chin on your palm, every time you furrowed your brows while scribbling something in your notebook—he got stuck. like, full-on, brain-short-circuiting, totally-useless kind of stuck.

he should be paying attention. should be listening to aizawa’s lecture. should be taking notes instead of memorizing the way the sunlight caught in your hair or how your lips pursed when you were thinking.

but no. instead, he was sitting here, burning every little detail of you into his brain like some lovesick idiot. the curve of your nose, the way your fingers absentmindedly twirled your pen, the way you tucked your hair behind your ear when it fell into your face.

he was so screwed.

“bakugo.”

his whole body stiffened. aizawa was staring at him, unimpressed.

“what?” he snapped, maybe a little too defensive.

“i asked you a question.” aizawa sighed. “maybe if you stopped zoning out, you’d know the answer.”

a few people chuckled, and bakugo’s face heated up—not because he was embarrassed, but because you turned your head just a little, just enough to glance at him.

for half a second, your eyes met his.

and fuck, that half-second nearly killed him.

then you turned back around, totally unaware of how wrecked he was, how his heart was still beating too damn fast, how his hand was gripping his pencil like it owed him money.

this was getting ridiculous.

k.

"say you want love, and i know what that means"

jus some katsuki headcanons (college, uni kats)

★katsuki is not very fond of PDA, but that does not mean that it will hold back in public. If in public he thinks he needs your affection (or simply wants to be close to you) he will approach you and hug you from behind, with his hands around you so that you don't think of moving away. he would also put his hands on your waist or hips to keep you close, just like a hand on your thigh or his arm around your shoulders when you are sitting next to each other. ♥ 

★︎ katsuki loves physical contact, i have no doubt. it is difficult for him to express himself with words, and although he makes an effort to bring you details (such as flowers, letters or gifts) he feels that it is easier to show you his love by keeping you close (when clearly katsuki is a person who pushes others away, unconsciously or consciously), hugging you, holding your waist or with his hand on your thigh. when you let yourself be hugged and pampered by him, or when you hug him from behind, he feels very loved and appreciated, because he thinks that his attitude can scare you, and by doing this you show that you like to stay close to him. ♥ 

★ ︎ i repeat, katsuki is fascinated by physical contact, whenever u are together (that is, all day, every day) u must, no, cross that out, -u have- to be touching each other. once, u two were coming back from the college, it was very sunny and it was too hot to be with his arm on your shoulder or him hugging you, but it doesn't matter, hes always touching you. He grabbed a strand of your hair, he's curling it on his fingers, while you're talking, he's got a finger wrapped in the strap of your backpack just so you doesn't get so far away. ♥ 

★︎ katsuki usually scolds you because according to him you drink very little water, so (as a strategy to get you to drink more) he makes you eat his extremely spicy potatoes. he smiles when he sees you drinking three glasses of water in a row in less than 30 minutes. ♥︎ 

★︎He LOVES spending time with you, is the form he mostly shows his love for you, he will look for any piece of time he could spend with you, whether it is take a nap together after class in his dorm, exercises with you, study with you, listen to music with you, whatever it is he jus wanna be with you. ♥︎

just paint my nails, damn it

Bakugo Katsuki x Reader

It was a tiring day, you are currently in your dorm room lying in your bed, scrolling though your phone. The training with Aizawa and All Might earlier have drained almost all of your energy. Just when you are about to close the app where you were bingeing, your phone vibrates. A message from Katsuki.

Katsuki:

my room. now.

You roll your eyes by his sudden authoritative text that is actually isn't new to you. It isn't also the first time that Katsuki asked you to be in his room, over the course of the two of you training together, to studying together, eating together, really, being inside in his room together isn't that surprising.

You and Katsuki hangs out almost everyday, maybe as friends (?) But in your perspective, Katsuki is becoming more than that for you. And you don't know what to feel about it. Hell for sure that explosive dude doesn't even see you as a woman. Therefore, these days, you have been trying to avoid being alone with him. Not that he will let you do so like what he is doing now.

After rolling your eyes, you type a response.

You:

nah, too tired.

Katsuki:

too tired my ass. come. now.

You:

Kats, I'm tired

Katsuki:

and that's why you should come here

For the nth time, you rolled your eyes reading that message. You see, this kind of things is what makes you think there can be a possibility between you both. You left him on read and was about to turn your phone off and just ignore him when it vibrates again, receiving another message.

Katsuki:

please?

You groan as you reach for your hair in frustration. Damn it why is it so hard to say no to that damn explosive man? You stood up, bringing only your phone and going straight into his room wearing pjs, you didn't even knock. You opened the door abruptly.

"What the fuck do you want?" You ask with both your hands crossed to each other. You find Katsuki sitting at the floor of his room beside his bed, in front of him is a coffee table and on top of it are nail polish and other shit that one uses when painting and cleaning nails.

"Well hello to you too, ma'am." Katsuki says without even batting an eye on you, focusing on looking at the colors of nail polish in front of him.

You come inside his room, closing the door, then sits in front of him. "Katsuki, what is it? I just wanna rest for fuck's sa-"

"What color should I paint my nails with?" Katsuki asks, completely disregarding your crash out. He holds up in your face 2 small bottles of nail polish, one is black, the other one is orange.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" You ask, completely irritated at how he is treating you when he was the one who asked you to come here when you told him you wanted to rest. "Katsuki, I don't have time to do this, I just want to rest. I'm going back." You say before you try to stand up.

"You're not goin' anywhere." Katsuki says firmly, holding your wrist when you were about to stand up. He sits you back down.

"What are you-"

"Calm the fuck down. Give me a minute." Katsuki says before standing up ang going to his study table. He grabs a food tray, with a bowl of katsudon and a tea and water beside it. Katsuki brings it in front of you.

You look at him, trying to put your questions into words but none came out. When he realized you were struggling, he spoke. "The nerd told me you haven't eaten dinner yet. What are you, a dumbass?"

"What-"

"Eat, the only way to bring your energy back is to eat. So, calm the fuck down and eat." Katsuki says before focusing on the nail polish before him again.

You look at Katsuki and the food, then back to Katsuki, then the food, then Katsuki. "Did you make these?"

"What do you think?" He says without looking up at you.

"Aww, Kats that so sweet-"

"That ain't free, dumbass. You're coloring my nails." He says looking at you. You see the corner of his ears turning pink. Shit, that made your cheeks red too.

You proceed on eating dinner, while Katsuki tries to entertain himself by doing random things while waiting for you. After your last bite, Katsuki still haven't decided what color he should paint his nails. You thank him for the food he has prepared, and you bring the tray back on his study table.

You get back on your position drinking water and looks at Katsuki busy on trying to figure out his nail polish. You stare at him for a brief moment, then smiles. Suddenly all the tiredness washed out of you.

You grab the black nail polish, reached for his left hand and put it above the table while holding four of his fingers, studying it closely, thinking of a technique to color it perfectly. For sure Katsuki would not want anything less than perfect.

"The hell are you doing?" Katsuki asks, looking at you staring at his fingers. You see the subtle redness in his cheeks.

You smile. "Paying you back." You speak. "Black suits you the best, Kats. I have always loved seeing black on you."

Katsuki is trying his damned best to fight all his face muscles and not to smile by that sudden compliment from you. You laugh at this reaction from him. Seeing Katsuki flustered is an opportunity only presented for you, so not making the most out of it is a sin.

"Are you just asking me to color your nails so you can hold my hand?" You tease him.

"What the-?" Katsuki was startled by what you just said. Looking at your teasing expression, he groans. His cheeks redder than earlier. "Just paint my nails, damn it."

You laugh.

Oh, bloody hell, falling for this guy might not be as bad as you think.

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these guys stand outside your window holding their jbl speaker over their head blasting Again by Fetty Wap with tears in their eyes the night after you dump him

-Yuuji Itadori, Aoi Todo, Satoru Gojo, Ino Takuma, DENKI KAMINARI, Hanta Sero, Naruto Uzumaki, Kiba Inuzuka, Ryuunosuke Tanaka, Yuu Nishinoya, Reita Toritsuka, Leorio Paladaknight, Okuyasu Nijimura, Guido Mista

i chose this cyclone with you — k.bakugou

cw: so cringe. this is very old but i had to get the ball rolling cause i wanna start posting more soon. forgive me if it's sappy i genuinely don't remember half of what went on and i refuse to reread it so i don't leave it to rot ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡

⟢

He'd dispute the notion growing up, but — if it shouldn't have already been obvious from the get go — Katsuki always knew there was something wrong with him.

Still, it's a bit too much. To keep watch over you while you sleep — eyes mapping the soft expression you wear in repose, then flitting down to survey the rise and fall of your chest — all while he's supposed to be on his morning run. And, by now, over with it too. Hitting the shower and scrubbing grime off his chest, his skin tender from the heat of it all.

Instead, he's acting all creepy like a stalker. Unmanly, Kirishima would comment if he were here. And for what?! To trace his index finger against your hairline, utilizing it as a defense machine to push back strands of hair that threaten to disturb your slumber?

Fuck. He's personifying strands of hair now too? The fuck!?

"Stupid. Stupid. Stupid,"' he hisses.

You grumble underneath the insult, stirring from the noise, and he can't help the way his lips purse in silence, as if in reflex. His spine straightening in apprehension, complacent to the object of his complaints.

His eyebrows furrow at the realization. He's gotten soft — weak.

No, not weak. He isn't weak in the slightest. Far from it, actually. But he'd softened up where he used to harden and he can't help but feel a little stupid for it.

Learning this stings like a thousand wasps. It prickles his skin until red creeps into his cheeks and springs up to the tip of his ears.

Fucking fuck. Shitty fucking… Fuck!

"Um—" Disheveled in all your morning glory, you lay beneath him, eyes blown wide. You look messy as fuck — dried up drool gracing one corner of your lip — yet somehow also the most beautiful sight he could possibly come across before starting his day. A danger. "—Katsuki, are you okay?"

Fuck his life. "Shut the hell up."

You stretch your limbs out, toes curling in on themselves. "That's not fair now, is it?" You yawn. "I just woke up." Then, another. "Hey, help me out here."

Like clockwork, Katsuki latches onto the sides of your waist. He doesn't need to be told twice. You let him hold you as your back arches, unraveling every knot that twisted itself into you during the night. When you let out a final yawn, blinking away traces of sleep in your eyes, he's already onto you.

"No, Kats." You press a palm flat against his mouth.

The look he gives you is incredulous, almost accusatory.

"Morning breath," you remind. "Let me brush my teeth first."

He licks the plain of your hand, as if to say no. You draw it back in response, grimacing at the wetness and how smug he looks throughout it all. Still, you don't even have enough time to squeeze in a word of chide before he's onto you again, pushing you against the weight of the mattress, searing hot kisses to your mouth. Like an imprint.

You laugh between each one of them, giggling as he presses you further against the bed. "I just woke up," you breathe, your back now sunken into the mattress. "I've had enough bedtime."

"Shut up," he says.

You click your tongue, strike a flick against his forehead.

"Don't bite the hand that feeds you."

He hisses at the contact. And while you have enough grace to feel horrible enough to stroke at it, the inkling dissipates in an instant. "You don't feed me," he cavils. "Hell, you don't even know shit about cooking. Wanna talk about how you fucked up—Oi!"

"Don't bite. Stupid dog."

"HA?"

You giggle once more, and the sound of mirth tumbling from your lips is liquid gold to his ears. You spring up to lay against him, head on his shoulder, arms encasing his frame.

(What's yours is mine — he always said. Surely, what's his should be yours, too. And by extension, that means his personal space is for you to intrude on.)

"You're so needy, Katsuki," you coo.

"'Am not," he grates. "The hell…"

He clearly isn't. Judging by the way he leans into you anyway, nosing at your neck and tracing the outline of his teeth as a preamble to sinking them into the flesh. Gently, of course. He's no vampire — and as much as everyone seems to think otherwise, he's no heathen, either. Still, your skin is soaked in sweat and you'd really like that bath…

"Hey," you poke. "Let me wash up before you eat me."

He grouses, rolling his eyes as he peels himself off you, murmuring something along the lines of big talk for someone who doesn't even wash her damn fruit under his breath. And in spite of the request being made in your name, you let out whines of protest when he untangles your limbs from his.

"You asked for this, damn woman."

"Ueegghhh."

"The hell?!"

You blink, beady eyes pleading.

"Carry me to the bathroom?"

You raise your arms, gazing at him expectantly. He dismantles all hope in you when he tells you there's a fat chance in hell you'd be getting princess treatment now — though, more sodden with attitude.

"Then when?" you ask, pouting.

The silent imploration doesn't go over his head.

It's practically a whine. Of fucking course it is. With how damned spoiled you are and how often he enables it — the answer to that being always — it's no surprise. Still, as much as he'd vehemently repudiate it in the face of another, Katsuki's guilty as charged, already hooking his arms behind your knees to carry you bridal style.

You make up for it, at least. Cycling through your pre shower routine before stripping him down and pulling him in with you. And even if he has to scold you for getting shampoo in his eyes and forcing him to scrub your back, he supposes it's fine. When you kiss him afterwards with no restraint, murmuring several sweet thank you, katsuki's against the shell of his ear, he can't say he minds too much.

(He'll be your knight in shining armor for as long as you need it. Defender of foreheads and provider of back scrubs and whatever the hell comes with the terms and conditions of being a good boyfriend. Fuck, he'll even soften up however much you need him to, so long as it guarantees he can spend mornings like this forever — with you.)

the three reasons yuji itadori stayed, and the one reason he couldn’t.

needless to say, yuji itadori was every girl’s type. handsome, funny, kind— yuji was the type of boy you wouldn’t hesitate to bring home. mothers loved him, children adored him, and you? well... you loved him. at least that’s what he tells himself every night before he goes to bed.

you and yuji had known each other since you were children. he had grown accustomed to your habits and your fussy attitude. both your families have always known you two were made for each other. from the second you’d met, you clicked immediately. yuji’s first reason. because his mind simply didn’t believe that you two weren’t fated for each other. you went to the same school, rode the same bus, lived in the same neighborhood, were classmates for years, and you were even in the same friend group, not to mention how everyone expected you to be the perfect, untouchable couple. the two of you were meant to know each other. the universe was practically shoving you together. it simply didn’t make sense for whatever higher being or supernatural force it was, to set all that up, only for the two of you to not end up together.

and so came yuji’s second reason. you were all he’d ever known. honestly, he thought you were all he’d ever need to know. the more time you spend with someone, the harder it is to imagine your life without them, and so naturally, yuji thought you were his. for a lifetime. for this lifetime. in retrospect, he sees how stupid it is. but he was fifteen and dumb, and so were you. so he doesn’t blame you for it— more like he can’t. because yuji itadori, the gentleman that he is, could never hate you.

which is exactly what yuji’s third reason is. he simply doesn’t have an ounce of hatred in his perfectly chiseled bones, and certainly not for you. no matter how hard his friends convinced him that you were bad for him, that you were toxic, that you were this and that, yuji’s mind simply did not function like that. he believed that if you truly loved a person, that love would stay within you always. maybe it’d get smaller, or perhaps get buried with all the love you have for other things, but love wasn’t something you could get rid of. his understanding of love was that similar of a scar; imperfect, yes, yet resilient. timeless, if you will, because to love is to endure and feel and wait. and wait, he did. for 6 years, yuji waited. he practically gave you his youth.

and so on your 18th birthday, he finally musters up the courage. he’d ask you out. the stars shone brightly as they decorated the evening sky, the breeze dancing around the two of you as you both sat up on the rooftop of your house. 12:32 AM. yuji sighs.

“i like you.”

“...i know.”

“do you...”

“i can’t give you what you want, ‘ji.” your voice cuts through like a knife, and despite the message, yuji hopes. he clings onto the use of his nickname like his life depends on it. slowly, subconsciously, he looks at your face for traces of familiarity. not love, neither adoration, just... plain familiarity.

he comes short.

“i get that.” yuji looks down, fidgeting with his fingers. he lied. he doesn’t get it, but yuji’s nothing if not a gentleman. he’d rather lie than put you in an awkward position. “i just figured...” he trails, ending up in a scoff. “figured i’d at least try, you know?”

and finally, you look at him. tears well up in his waterline as his gaze avoids yours. if you look closely enough, you can see his heart breaking and God, you never meant for it to come to this. you let out a shaky breath as you wrap your arms around him, unable to speak.

yuji shrugs your arms off, giving you a slight chuckle. “i’m good, i’m good. sorry, i just...”

“no, come on, ‘ji. don’t be difficult. let me console you,” and there it is again— that stupid, stupid, stupid term of endearment. you wrap your arms around him once more, bringing your bodies closer together, only this time, yuji can’t find it in himself to reject you. he lets you hug him as he sniffs, clearing his throat. he tries his hardest to pull himself together.

“i’m really sorry—”

“shh, shh. don’t worry about that right now.” you lay your head against his back as he slouches, pressing your cheek against the warm, navy blue hoodie of his that he wears like a uniform. “but you do know why i’m doing this, yeah?”

he nods, eyes finally meeting yours for the first time tonight as he looks back at you. “you’re not ready.”

you bite your lip, gaze lowering almost in shame. “everything i touch turns to ashes,” you say, “i can’t lose you like i have everything else.”

yuji knew all too well about your constant attempts at self sabotage. truthfully, it was one of the things you loved most about him. despite everything, he stayed. despite everything, he chose to understand and love you.

because love is a choice, and yuji itadori wakes up everyday to choose you.

“you could never lose me,” he says.

“this way, i won’t have to.” you blink up at him, lips wobbling as you start to tear up.

“for what it’s worth, ‘ji, if i could choose anyone, it’d be you.”

i am NOT done yapping about how in love husband! katsuki is with his dear wife.

you were curled up on the couch later that night, katsuki’s arm draped around your shoulders while you scrolled through twitter again. he was half-asleep, head tilted back against the cushions, soft breaths leaving his lips.

just as you were about to close the app, another tweet popped up on your feed— one that made you freeze.

original tweet: "yeah babe gimme a minute, js fighting crime rn"

underneath was a blurry, mid-action shot of katsuki during a recent mission. in one hand, his phone was visible, screen lit up, while his other hand was mid-explosion, sending a villain flying backward.

the kicker? he was grinning at his phone. not his usual battle-hungry, determined smirk. no, this was softer. goofy. a full-blown, lovesick idiot smile.

the kind of smile he only ever gave you.

"oh my god. katsuki," you whispered, shaking his arm. "wake up."

he groaned, cracking one eye open. "what now?"

you shoved the phone in his face. "explain."

he squinted at the screen, brow furrowing. his jaw immediately clenched when he recognized himself in the picture.

meanwhile, twitter had already decided:

- "hero of the year goes to dynamight for texting his wife while fighting crime."

- "bro’s out here fighting for his life and still prioritizing his girl. goals."

- "im jealous. getting a text back while he's FIGHTING VILLAINS IS CRAZYYY"

his mouth opened. closed. then he groaned, scrubbing a hand down his face. "shit. didn't think they got that on camera."

"you didn’t think holding your phone in the middle of a fight would get caught on camera?"

"i was multitaskin'!" his ears were bright red.

"oh, for fuck's sake," you huffed, half-frustrated, half-melting into a puddle of affection. "is this why you said 'one sec babe, busy' that one time like you were busy with, oh, i don't know, paperwork instead of fighting a damn villain?"

"i had it under control," he grumbled, running a hand over his face. "was just checkin’ in on you."

"checking in?" you echoed, laughing. "you were literally detonating someone with your other hand!"

he groaned. "s’not my fault. needed to text my girl. s'not a crime."

your heart stuttered. "while fighting villains?"

"yeah, well...ya texted first."

you blinked. "so this is my fault?"

"yeah," he crossed his arms, cheeks turning pink. "maybe if ya didn’t make me smile like a fuckin’ idiot, i wouldn’t get caught slackin’. you seemed excited over something... figured you'd wanna talk."

your heart stopped for a second, warmth flooding through you.

"you’re such a dumbass," you said softly, leaning in to kiss his cheek. you leaned up, wrapping your arms around his neck, nuzzling into him. "missed me that much, huh?"

he huffed but didn’t stop you, his arms tightened around you, his embarrassment giving way to quiet satisfaction. "yeah, yeah. always miss you."

and the next time you texted him during work, you made damn sure to add:

"don't text back. fight the damn villains first."

he didn’t listen, obviously.

"they can wait. they know how important my wife is."

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