"WE'RE NOT DATING!"

hes soooo and he makes me feel sooooo and he looks sooooo and hes just. just sooooooo

iwaizumi hajime is lowkey the type of boyfriend to dive headfirst with you into anything you express any amount of interest in. you gush to him about your new favorite singer? you're both doing a deep dive into their discography on your next day off. make an offhand remark about wanting to try scuba diving? he's getting you both scuba certified and booking your next vacation on the seaside to try it out. get into a new piece of media? you're both up until 2am, reading countless silly fan theories. want to try your hand at putting on makeup on another person? he's your personal canvas, babe, go ham!

he won't hesitate to do anything... anything to make you happy, even for a second.

hajime is just... the most boyfriend ever

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ permission ft, katsuki bakugo

summary: when his friends ask him to hang out while he’d rather be with you, katsuki always hits them with the same answer

a knock on bakugo’s door of his dorm room causes a groan to escape his lips, unwrapping his arms from you where you were both previously cuddled up while watching a movie on your laptop.

“who’s that?”, you ask, still laid up in his bed as you watch him get up while marching to his door with pure attitude.

“probably them damn extras again.”, he complains with a grumble, opening his door to find kaminari, kirishima and sero stood there with large smiles on their faces.

“what’s with your goofy faces? and why are you knocking on my door at 10pm?”, he questions, a scowl plastered on his face.

“we were wondering if you wanted to come play this new game with us?”, kirishima asks, holding up a video game you know your boyfriend has been watching to try out for a while now.

he leans against the doorframe, “well, i’m with my girlfriend right now.”

“yeah but you’ve wanted to play this for a while, right? i’m sure she’ll be fine with it.”, kaminari reasons, sero nodding along with him.

letting out the biggest sigh he could, bakugo replies, “yeah whatever, let me ask her.”, shutting his door halfway so the boys couldn’t see bakugo’s little act he was about to pull off.

“you can go if you want, i don’t mind.” you say softly, turning your head away from the movie you were just watching. you really didn’t mind if he wanted to hang out with his friends since he spent majority of his time with you anyway.

he frowns at your response, mouthing a ‘be quiet’ before opening the door once again after a minute or so, seeing their anticipated smiles.

“yeah she said no.”, bakugo shrugs through his lie nonchalantly, causing you to whip your head back around at him while furrowing your brows.

was this man trying to make his friends hate you?

“well, do you really need to be asking your girlfriend for permission, dude? seems kinda toxic..”, kaminari starts, scratching the back of his head with an awkward look on his face.

“are you questioning her?”, bakugo questions, his voice slightly raised as he holds his usual angry face when anyone mentions anything he doesn’t like about you.

he’s always been protective like that. although, you do wonder if that’s the reason why most of the boys seem a little too cautious around you and always refuse to train with you. bakugo always tells you not to worry about it.

“nah, course not, bro. we’ll play another time it’s fine.”, kirishima steps in, holding his hands up while giving a light hearted laugh, trying to cool bakugo’s behaviour.

“yeah, yeah, fine. whatever.”, bakugo rolls his eyes, shooing off his friends before turning back to you, the angered expression he once had completely wiped off.

his sight finally falls back onto you as he walks back over and getting comfortable in his bed again, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close to his chest as he interlocks his legs with yours.

if anyone saw the position bakugo was in now, they wouldn’t believe their eyes. angry, aggressive bakugo laid up with a girl, holding onto her so gently as he kisses her forehead, watching some bullshit movie you know he has no interest in watching, and all for his sweet little girlfriend who everyone now seems to think holds him hostage so he can’t hang out with his boys.

and all because he simply just wants to spend all his time with his girlfriend.

“you’re such a lover boy.”, you smile at him, knowing how embarrassed he gets when you say things like this.

“shut up.”, he grumbles, partly hiding his face in the covers as he continues watching the movie with you, back where he wanted to be.

he knows you’re right. you have this man absolutely whipped for you and he couldn’t even care less about it.

© cinnamqnx | do not plagiarise or translate any of my work

izuku who is so attractive when he explains things to you

“‘zuku, can you come here for a second?” you called over your boyfriend without looking over, hyper-focused on your homework.

a math problem didn’t make sense, not even momo could understand it, and she was one of the smartest people in your class. eventually, she gave up and decided she would ask the teacher how to solve it tomorrow. but you didn’t give up, and you wanted to understand how to solve the question. maybe it would be helpful in the future.

you sat on a chair at a four-person table, bouncing your leg and leaning your head against your hand. finally, izuku came over and smiled, then sat next to you.

“yeah? what do you need?” he exclaimed, ready to help with whatever he could.

he was always so eager to be useful to you, wanting to do anything to please you. you tried hard to not crumble around him, but the way he always seemed to keep a smile on his face even when you were sad, always brought you up.

you glanced at him, staring into his green eyes and his disheveled, soft hair. you mumbled, “i’m having a hard time with this problem, it just doesn’t make sense to me. if you understand it, do you mind explaining it to me?”

he nodded and stated, “of course! so first,” he began to explain everything, pointing at certain numbers and symbols, and writing steps on a separate sheet of paper.

the green-haired boy began to explain concepts you didn’t understand, trying to keep it as simple as possible. you attempted to pay attention to him and his words, you really did, but of course, failed. how were you supposed to focus on the problem when he looked so attractive?

his freckles peppered all over his face gleamed in the moonlight, making him appear more angelic than he already was. the way his biceps flexed every so often, and his scars were so out in the open, was a silent reminder of how much he’s gone through. sometimes he would voice his insecurities, about how he never liked the scars he gained from fights, but you would reassure him that they’re beautiful. they sure as hell looked great on him.

his hair was extra soft today, which you knew from playing with his hair when you slept together in your room. his shirt was a little loose on his body, and he wore grey sweatpants which he knew drove you crazy. you lay one of your legs on his and scooted your chair closer to his, emitting a soft gasp from his lips. he looked at you with sweet puppy eyes, his bottom lip sticking out a bit more, forming his lips into a pout.

“keep going, baby,” you mumbled words of encouragement, rubbing his back as he stuttered then continued explaining.

but izuku felt your eyes on his the whole time, which made him more nervous. you most likely didn’t notice his stuttering or shivers because you were too focused on his face and arms rather than what he was saying. he couldn’t take it anymore, he was too embarrassed, and became flushed whenever you looked at him for so long. who knew what you were thinking about him?

he turned to you and immediately recognized your eyes on his, sultry and a small grin on your face. he glanced away, feeling himself get warmer by the second. he asked, “why ‘re you looking at me like that?”

you apologized, “‘m sorry baby, you just look too good today. don’t know what happened, but i just wanna eat you up!”

you giggled then grabbed his face with your hands, placing them on his soft cheeks. he gasped and leaned into you, knowing he wanted a kiss as much as you did. god, he was so inexperienced, he never knew where to put his hands, so he just gripped the fabric of his sweatpants.

eventually, you leaned even closer to him, wanting to be as close as possible, until your chests were touching. he whimpered, feeling your soft breasts against his chest. he gently rubbed your back, nervous for one of your classmates to walk in and catch you.

suddenly, a loud, booming voice shouted, “get a room! i don’t want to see you two sucking face at eleven at night!”

your boyfriend yelped and appeared scared, before apologizing and rubbing his neck, still rubbing your hip with one hand, “s-sorry kacchan! we didn’t mean to—“

the blonde quickly interrupted him and pointed a finger, “shut it, nerd! i’m just trying to walk through this room when—“

“dude, come on! we’re trying to sleep, you’re waking everyone up!” another voice stepped in, eijiro, who smiled at the two of you and waved.

katsuki began to argue with the redhead, so you grabbed the papers from the homework and held onto izuku’s hand, who blushed at the touch. once the two of you retreated to your dorm, you worshipped him and his looks to another level.

AHHH first izuku writing i love him so much!! he’s so cute, i hope you guys like this ones!! reqs are open for him btw

can you guys tell i'm ovulating?

how bakugou would react to his child telling his mom to shut up?

Katsuki has always had his doubts when it came to parenthood. However the first day he held his baby boy to his chest after his birth, he felt all his fears disappear in thin air. The comfortable weight of his tyke somehow was enough to silence his fears of being a good father.

When he found his little brat inherited the same quirk as him, he was over the moon. Their bond only grew stronger and stronger through their endless training and practice at his agency. After all, if Katsuki was anything, he was a family man.

With his son growing in a young adolescent, Katsuki could see only more of himself in his boy. The same brash attitude he once strutted around the campus of his middle school. Their mannerisms hardly differed as they sat discussing on the couch, his sweet little wife tucked under his arm.

"This is heaven" He couldn't help but think. There he was, living a life his younger self could never have imagined. Yet this was all he needed. The most important two people of his life, right here with him. The explosive pro hero's train of thought was rudely interrupted however by the loud sneer of his son.

"Shut it mom- we're busy"

The words that left his son's mouth in a fleeting moment, left a bitter look on Katsuki's face. How could Katsuki ever miss the way his wife tensed under his arm, a look at her and he would have seen the tears that rushed to her lash line. However he didn't know if he was strong enough to see that at the moment.

Had he not been holding his wife to his side, he would have flown into a rage. Katsuki loved his boy to pieces, but his wife had been the one to teach him how to love. His wife had stuck out his explosiveness, all the crude remarks and his constant hot and cold behavior throughout his UA years, and made herself a home in his heart. So no matter who it was, Katsuki wasn't gonna have it.

"What did you say, brat!"

Katsuki snaps back, his voice dangerously low as if daring his son to try to repeat himself. Holding his wife protectively to his side, his thumb subconsciously rubs circles on her arm in an attempt to comfort her, while his teen could only look at him dumbfounded. Frozen still in place for Katsuki was never like this at home, his anger never directed towards him especially.

"Dad I-"

"Apologize. Now."

Katsuki said coldly. He wasn't the one for any dumb excuses and his son's malicious tone towards his wife wasn't something he was just gonna tolerate.

"Katsu, it's okay"

He could hear his wife mumble softly, her warm hand pressed his chest, coaxing him gently to let go of the matter. He was only a teenager after all, isn't this what they do, his wife believed. Katsuki however, didn't believe the same. Had the remark been directed towards Katsuki he would have let go of it, getting back to him a crude comment of himself, but this was his sweet little wife. He couldn't even remember one instance of her raising her voice to discipline their son, she's always been kind and gentle in her parenting methods, offering only the utmost support. So no, it wasn't okay in eyes Katsuki's eyes.

"I'm sorry mom... I shouldn't have done that. I didn't- ..mean to"

His son replies, his head hung shamefully as he takes a moment to reflect what he had just done. Katsuki had raised him to be gentleman through and through. Every step of the way, reminding him how his mother deserved only the best in the world. So for him to snap at his mom was out of character for him, but he would say the stress of school and preparing for UA was getting to him, resulting in him snapping at the only person his heart trusted not to hate him for it.

"Try that once more and we'll have long talk about it. And I can promise you the next time we train you won't have it easy"

Katsuki threatens lightly, knowing he had the little smack to his chest coming as his wife chuckled shyly as his protective instinct. Maybe he meant it, but his wife didn't have to know that he wasn't kidding. Of course he would never hurt his own son, but of course he could tire him out until his body had no energy to snap at his own mother of all people.

His wife's chuckle however was enough to lighten the air around them. The little bakugou earning a little tug on his ear to make sure he understood his lesson. All the while he smiled sheepishly, moving to sit on the floor in front of his mother, burying his head in her lap as a silent apology, seeking her reassurance.

Katsuki could have been the strongest damn hero to exist, but again, he was only a family man after all and the sight was enough to soften his iron heart. His wife tucked under his arm, rubbing the head of his now teen boy.

"brat"

Katsuki mumbles softly, tucking his wife's under his chin as he starts his earful lecture for his son about his wife being 'the most damn amazing woman on earth' and how he needs to do better he's gonna be a true bakugou, because in this family, we love our only woman.

That night, Katsuki slept with his head tucked in his wife's neck, whispering sorry's for not being a good father enough for this to happen in the first place. His worries however were soothed with an array of kisses on any skin his wife could reach, all pressed with a "you're the best father our baby could have had".

p.s. thank you soooooo much for the ask! I had so much fun writing this. I hope you like it <33

won't you spare me another year ?

synopsis : you want to be the first person to wish your katsuki a happy birthday every year <3

an. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BOYFRIEND!!

cw. nothing, pure fluff!!! also fem reader!

"5..4...3...2...1...aaaand—happy birthday, katsuki !!"

katsuki groans sleepily as your arms tighten around him. "you're fucking insane. it's midnight."

"it's your birthday !" you defend quietly, pouting up at him. he looks down at you and chuckles.

"ya could've just let me sleep and told me that shit in the morning, would've still been m'birthday." he yawns, wiping his eyes. you shoot up to press a kiss to his cheek, leaning into his space more to kiss him all over while he pretends to try and push you off when you roll on top of him. you both ignore how he immediately goes to squeezing your hips when you settle on top.

"i could've, but then there would've been a chance i slept in too long and then i wouldn't have been the first one to wish you happy birthday."

"so my birthday's a competition now ?"

"yup. and i plan to be first every year." you giggle, he rolls his eyes but can't hide the smile growing on his face.

"clingy brat.." he mumbles, he kisses you back anyways when your lips reach his.

"you love me." you counter.

"mm, whatever." he waves off, grabbing the back of your head to bring your lips back to his. you squeal as he tries to deepen the kiss. "you're being greedy." you warn, lips smushed against his.

"s'my birthday, means i get what i wan’, right ? and since you're gonna keep me awake, could at the very least gimme a proper damn kiss." he says between kisses, it makes you laugh against his mouth and he smiles. when you pull away, you lean in to press a long, lasting kiss on the scar right below his eye. you can feel the way the muscles in his face drop and his arms tighten around you in surprise.

"happy birthday, katsuki. i'm glad i can spend another year with you." you whisper earnestly, looking down at him like he'd hung up the moon and the stars for you. unfortunately, it seems that was too much sincerity for your poor boyfriend. he squints, his massive palms enveloping your face to squeeze your cheeks.

"y-yeah, yeah. quit bein' sappy..." he huffs. you feel his thumb run against your bottom lip when he glances up at you, ears tinted pink as he quietly whispers out a "thanks...".

you don't need to say anymore, smiling as you lay on his chest. you hum "what do you wanna do for your birthday ?"

"stay in and fuckin' sleep." is his simple response, you can't help but snort.

"and nothing else ?" you look up at him.

he looks down at you "sounds like you got something you're hiding from me." he asks, suspiciously raising a brow.

you scoff, looking away "pffff, me ? no way..."you lie, your voice going airy.

you’re being grabbed by your cheeks in an instant and katsuki’s not deterred by your whining "you're a shit liar."

"i plead the fifth."

"plead my ass." katsuki scoffs, squishing your cheeks in his palm. "i hate being out of the loop on shit, you know that."

"would it kill you to not be a killjoy ? where's your whimsy ? your child's soul ?" you whine.

"whatever the fuck that means." katsuki snarks. you laugh again, and he rolls his eyes. "as long as whatever you got planned doesn't take up my whole damn day, then do what you want."

now it's your turn to roll your eyes "no need to worry, i won't be interfering with your plans to sleep in."

"our plans. you're not going anywhere." your boyfriend corrects.

"i have no say in it, do i ?" you tease.

he pokes your cheek. "nope. s'my birthday." he responds simply.

you laugh "you're using that as some sort of cheat code now ?"

when your laughter dies down he's still looking down at you. eyes, droopy with sleep sure, but with something soft inside of them. they glow illuminated by the light of the moon outside.

"what ?"

"nuffin." he sighs, still just looking down at you. his fingers run across your face, your cheeks and eyebrows and nose so softly, so unlike him (he of course has to take the opportunity to squeeze your nose, but you decide not to ruin the moment).

"yeah, right. c'mon what is it?" you urge. katsuki scoffs "so damn persistent." he reprimands. he shushes you when you remind him that "that's why you like me so much!"

"m'just..thinkin'."

"about..?" you wiggle higher up until you can kiss his chin. he sighs again , smiling to himself.

"about...this really annoying girl."

you glare up at him, he smirks. "oh yeah ?" you deadpan.

"oh, yeah. a real pain in the ass. always talkin' back to me and bothering me. planning surprises and other stupid things for my birthday every year. " he taunts.

you roll your eyes again "she sounds like a fun time. sounds to me like you just don't know how to have any fun." you grouch. katsuki laughs, of course he does, dickhead.

"yeah, well. as annoying as she is...she is a pretty damn fun time." he admits softly "real damn sweet too...probably too sweet for me.."

you look up at him in surprise. he squeezes your nose to avoid you and you swipe at his hand. he continues talking while you're distracted. "but i'm glad she chose to be with an asshole like me, and..." he leans down to press a peck between your brows.

"..and there's nothing else i'd like more for my birthday then to spend it with her again next year. even if we do lame, boring shit like staying in or doing whatever."

you feel your heart squeeze almost painfully tight. your cheeks pull up so hard you feel your jaw hurt, but you're so unbearably happy.

so unbearably happy you get to spend another year of his life with him.

you lean in to kiss him. "well, i don't know about her surprises, but mine's gonna blow your socks off. s'gonna make you cry like you did last year."

he scoffs, planting another kiss to your lips. "i didn't cry, dickwad. that's your mind making shit up." he denies.

"yeah, okay" you laugh, and with one final kiss you pull back to look at your love, with all the love you had for him. "happy birthday, katsuki."

and he smiles back, softly, and only reserved for moments like this with you.

yeah, it sure was. happy fuckin' birthday to him.

Bakugou Katsuki, who absentmindedly starts touching you at random.

Like, you’ll be lounging on your bed, mindlessly scrolling through TikTok while Katsuki watches a game on TV, and suddenly, you feel his hands gently massaging your feet. And honestly, this man is incredible with his hands. (😉)

Or imagine this: you're standing in front of the mirror in your closet, calmly putting on your jewelry when he walks up from behind, already finished. His eyes lock onto yours, and before you know it, you feel his hands slide onto your hips. You smile as you feel him squeezing the softness of them, and jokingly push him back so you can grab your shoes. He still follows you around tho with his hands still firmly resting on your hips.

Or maybe you’re just lying on the couch with him, your head resting on his chest as you slowly drift off to sleep. You don’t remember when you fell asleep, but you wake up to the sound of Katsuki's phone as he scrolls through it, and the feeling of his hands gently cradling the back of your neck. His fingers slowly move upward, absentmindedly massaging your scalp and nape while he watches boxing matches.

Ugggghhhh, or what about when you’re cooking dinner for the two of you? You’re standing at the stove, switching between seasoning one pot and checking on another, when you hear Katsuki walk up behind you. He asks if you need help, but you shake your head and smile at him, reassuring him he can just relax. Instead of walking away, though, he sighs dramatically and leans his whole weight onto your back, his hands wrapping around your waist.

"Kats careful I'm gonna burn myself."

"My bad mama."

So, he leans back and rests his head on your shoulder, just watching you cook. His hands move up and down your arms, and whenever you shift to do something, he starts rubbing your side instead.

Katsuki has a degree in being touch-starved, and he doesn't even realise it. But you? You absolutely love it.

Could you please do a smau(or even fanfic If you have the inspiration for it. Go wild with this) with izuku who gets a little cocky overtime when he realizes he's actually hella attractive and reader drools over him 🙊

authors note - surprisingly i didn’t have the inspo to do a smau </3 i hope this met your expectations bby! 💌

flex for me // izuku midoriya

izuku flexed infront of the vanity he had gotten you not too long ago, for your birthday ‘just because’. he said his princess needed to have a pretty little vanity all for herself.

his hefty body taking up most of the mirrors view, and there you were, behind him. you laid on your shared bed, behind him. “well aren’t you feeling yourself” whistling as you took in the view infront of you. izuku chuckled, “gotta admire the body my girlfriend gets blessed to see everyday” he huffed out as he turned around, facing you with his arms crossed against his chest, leaning against the vanity, small compared to your herculean boyfriend. “getting cocky aren’t we?” 

you said as you placed your phone onto the plush duvet as you rolled across the bed, now on your back. looking up at izuku, upside down. he walked towards, leaning down and dipping towards your face, brushing your hair out of your face as he took in your features, “god, i’m so lucky” he practically muttered as he rubbed your bottom lip with his thumb, “i think you mean IM lucky, look at you!!” you turned around, propping your elbows up, holding up your body weight, as izuku peppered kisses on your face, your eyelashes fluttered as he gripped your chin, softly and considerately. 

“you look so yummy, i wanna take a bite out of your bicep” you nibbled onto his lip, as he chuckled, bear-hugging you and dropping you onto the bed along with him. izuku held you ontop of him, your back against his chest, as your strained your neck and turned your head around to take a look at izuku, he looked back at you with low-lidded eyes. 

“you should definitely flex in the mirror more, record it too so i can watch it on repeat” you muttered against him, his cotton shirt muffling your words. 

“whatever you want baby, im all yours” 

I just wanted to say how much Yuji Itadori is like the poster child for green flag boyfriends. Like He’s the kind of guy who remembers how you like your drink, notices when you change your hair even slightly, and asks about that one random thing you mentioned two weeks ago because he genuinely cares.

He’s emotionally intelligent in a very grounded, non-showy way. Like, he doesn’t make a big deal out of being thoughtful, he just is. He’s the type to carry extra snacks in case you forgot to eat, or sit with you quietly when you’re not ready to talk, but also the first to hype you up when you’re doubting yourself.

And the way he values life, friendships, and emotional connection? That boy would never gaslight you, ghost you, or make you feel small. Just 100% reliable, loyal, soft-hearted without being weak. total boyfriend material.