Katsuki Who Traps You Into A Tight Bear Hug Whenever He Comes Back From A Long Mission, Shoves His Head

katsuki's birthday

you knew katsuki wasn't the type who liked to celebrate his birthday. for as long as you've known him, he'd always downplay it, treating the day like it was like any other.

not wanting to make him angry, you abided by his request. you would text him as soon as the clock hit 12:00 am on April 20, wishing him a happy birthday, and when he was awake, you would go to him, giving him a big hug and repeating the text. that was it.

it hurt your heart to not be able to throw him a mini party, or take him out to his favorite places all day, but you knew that's what he least wanted.

this year though, you wanted to amp up the birthday celebration, but not too much where katsuki would feel annoyed.

before the clock struck midnight, you stayed up at your desk, writing a heartfelt letter for him. it was nothing too fancy, but it came from the heart. once you were finished sealing it up, leaving a lipstick-stained kiss mark on the front, you watched your phone, waiting for the time to change.

as soon as it did, you rushed to click the messages app, opening up katsuki's contact. you began writing, "happy birthday kats! wishing you the best birthday <3!!!" this was a usual text for you to send katsuki on his birthday, but, you weren't done just yet. you had one more thing planned.

you snuck over to the kitchen, trying your best to not make any noise.

you and katsuki had this thing where at least once a month, you tried a new restaurant or place to eat. last month, you went to a new cafe that opened up about 30 minutes from UA, katsuki fell in love with it. he usually doesn't like sweets, but after you begged him to try a chai chiffon cake, it was the only thing he could talk about.

you've been secretly practicing the recipe for weeks, hiding it from katsuki and the others. you wanted this to be the gift that only you two would understand.

after what felt like 5 hours, the cake was finally done. you used a simple cream cheese crumb coat to coat the top, and put some sprinkles to decorate. you prayed it tasted good.

it was now 7 am, everyone was in the lounge area, waiting for katsuki. you were holding the card, fidgeting with it anxiously.

as katsuki made his way around the corner, everyone shouted. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" he looked surprise as one by one, everyone came up to him to wish him a happy birthday, some even giving him small gifts. he looked annoyed, but was grateful for the well wishes, muttering a 'thank you' to everyone.

last but not least, it was your turn.

katsuki's eyes softened when you walked up to him. he reached around your waist and pulled you into a hug.

"happy birthday kats," you said, gently pulling away from the embrace. you pressed the card to his chest, "i wrote this for you."

katsuki smiled slightly and took the card, "thank you y/n... you didn't have to do this."

you smiled, "yeah i know, i just really wanted to do something different for you this year."

he pulled up back into a hug, breathing in heavily.

as you both let go, you took katsuki's hand, dragging him towards the kitchen as everyone followed.

"where are we going?" katsuki questioned.

"i have one more surprise for you."

right on the island, stood the cake you spent the whole early morning making.

"what is this?" katsuki went towards the cake.

"so you remember the cake you really liked at that cafe," you began.

katsuki nodded.

"i tried to make it for you. i'm not sure if it'll taste that good but i worked really hard... happy birthday," you gave a small, unassured smile.

in awe, katsuki planted a small kiss on your head. "thanks princess, this is way more than i could have asked for."

you giggled, cutting a piece of the cake and handing it to him. once he grabbed it, you played with your fingers, anticipating his reaction.

as he took a bite, his eyes widened.

you bit your lip, scared he was gonna spit it out.

however, katsuki ate more, basically swallowing the whole thing at once.

"y/n, this was the best cake i've ever had, way better than the one at the cafe!"

your eyes met his excited ones, "is it actually?!" you felt relieved.

"yes it really is, thank you so much," he pulled you into another hug, placing kisses on your head and around your eyes.

as he did so, everyone else was grabbing a slice of cake, awaiting to see how good it was for katsuki to praise and show affection in front of everyone.

"happy birthday kats," you laughed, playfully trying to move your head back from the shower of kisses.

katsuki pulled you back in, "this is the best day ever."

𐔌 ﹒ ⋆ ꩜ ⋆ 𓂃 ₊ ⊹ 𐔌 ﹒ ⋆ ꩜ ⋆ 𓂃 ₊ ⊹ 𐔌 ﹒ ⋆ ꩜ ⋆ 𓂃 ₊ ⊹ 𐔌 ﹒ ⋆ ꩜ ⋆ 𓂃 ₊ ⊹

ITS BAKUGO'S BDAYYYYYYY so here's a cute little fic 😼

i like writing bakugo sweet to only the reader if yall can’t tell 😛

Bakugou Katsuki is completely wrapped around his girlfriend’s finger.

Sure, he tries to act all cool and indifferent in front of his friends, pulling off that tough, angry, and mean guy routine. But deep down, this man would melt in a second for his girlfriend. He’d fall to his knees just to see her smile.

Today, Bakugou Katsuki is out with his friend Kirishima, shopping for Kirishima’s girlfriend’s birthday party. Why did Katsuki agree to come? Because you were away traveling, and he was utterly bored and lonely without you by his side.

"Hey, have we met before?"

The question didn’t even register in his mind. In fact, Katsuki didn’t hear it at all. His mind assumed the question was meant for someone else nearby. He was genuinely surprised when, out of nowhere, a woman stepped in front of him with a soft, shy smile.

"I'm sorry, I just wanted to say hi while I had the chance."

Katsuki quickly looked to the side, hoping to spot his friend, but to his dismay, he realized he was completely alone in this awkward moment.

"Uh, right," he muttered, cringing inwardly. What the hell? Why am I even talking to her right now?

The woman giggled, her fingers reaching out to place a hand on his chest while she leaned in a little too close, invading his personal space.

Instinctively, Katsuki stepped back, his heart immediately sinking. Oh hell nah.

"Okay, back up." He shot her a sharp glance and turned to walk away. But just as he did, he heard a voice from behind him.

"Oh, come on. She ain’t that pretty for you to turn me, this, down, is she?"

“She is that pretty, you—” Katsuki grumbled under his breath, shaking his head. He didn’t dare say it out loud—after all, his mom could be lurking nearby—but he couldn’t help but mutter the insult as he walked away, his heart set on getting back to the one person who mattered.

Three days later, you returned home. The second Katsuki saw you walking toward him at the airport, his whole demeanor softened. The tightness in his shoulders melted away, and a smile so wide spread across his face that it made his heart flutter. Without a second thought, he opened his arms wide, waiting for you to run into them.

"Hi, mama," he whispered, his voice thick with longing.

You rushed into his arms, your legs wrapping around his waist, your arms clinging to his shoulders as if you never wanted to let go. You giggled when you felt Katsuki bury his face in your neck, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.

"You okay, Kats?" You pulled back slightly to look at his face, your heart fluttering at the lovesick gaze in his eyes. He nodded silently, his usual grumpy nature nowhere to be found. Instead, he gently lowered you back to the ground, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, as if to reassure you that everything was right with the world again.

Kirishima stood a few feet away, laughing quietly at the sight of his best friend. The contrast between the Katsuki who’d been grumpy and distant while you were gone and the Katsuki who now held you in his arms—radiating nothing but joy—was impossible to miss. He smiled softly, realizing that there was no one else who could make Katsuki shine like that.

Everyone knew that Bakugou Katsuki was absolutely smitten—utterly, hopelessly in love with you.

——— ౨ৎ ⊹ ࣪ ˖

“gotta be more careful, sweet girl.”

you glare. “I am careful. but accidents happen.”

percy throws you a look to skepticism before placing his lips over the first bandaid around your middle finger. it’s a blue one with sharks.

then, he goes to the second cut on your index, no bandaid over this as it’s healing. he kisses it nonetheless. and then next, a moderately bigger cut on your thumb— you had tried to cut an apple but slipped drastically.

that one would eventually leave a scar, you were sure of it.

percy gingerly rubs his own thumb over it before pressing his mouth to it additionally. “I’m never letting you cut an apple again.”

your glare returns. “that’s not fair.”

“I’m trying to be chivalrous here, sweet girl, work with me.”

you roll your eyes with a scoff. “yeah, but I’m a grown woman, I can handle it.”

“okay,” percy says unconvincingly with a light nod. “but I don’t want you hurt.”

you sigh. your gaze softens as you meet his green eyes. “I know.”

“yeah? good.” his tone is teasing but his smile is too genuine for you not to return it.

cabin three obtains an intimate, comfortable silence. percy’s gaze falls to your tangled hands, his thumb grazes your cuts with such delicacy you could cry. you bite down on your bottom lip.

which, coincidentally, you also had a cut over. only this time, it was percy who had gave it to you.

you let your own eyes fall to your boyfriend. he appears content as ever. like a golden retriever with a new bone. except he’d always look at you like he was doing so for the first time ever.

that’s despite being together for six years.

“percy,” you whisper, afraid of speaking any louder.

he looks back up at you within an instant. “my sweet girl.”

those damn butterflies…

you shrug faintly. “I love you.”

a smile graces his lips. his eyes, hazy yet sparkling. it reminds you of the glistening sea reflecting off of the summer sun. “I love you, too.”

you blush feverishly and pull your legs up to your chest. your cheek rests against your knee. “to neptune and back?”

percy shakes his head. “not far enough.”

fair enough.

the thought of brainrotted percy jackson is my current obsession

you slip up in your sparring practice earlier and continue to bash yourself for slipping up. “gods that was so embarrassing” all of a sudden percys hand grabs your shoulder to turn you around and make eye contact. “mama, the past behind you. mama, a million experiences await you.”

“get the fuck off me seaweed brain.”

Can you write Katsuki x fem reader with trope "I hate everyone but you"??

The Exception

Katsuki Bakugo was a menace to everyone around him. He barked orders, scowled at classmates, and had a scathing remark ready for anyone who dared to test his patience. He didn't do small talk, didn't care for friendships, and had no tolerance for incompetence.

But then, there was you.

The one person he didn't treat like an annoying bug under his boot. The one person he tolerated, sought out, and—though he’d never admit it—needed.

And it was painfully obvious to everyone else.

“Dude, he literally just told me to drop dead five minutes ago, and now he's carrying her bag like it’s no big deal,” Kaminari whispered to Kirishima as they watched Bakugo sling your gym bag over his shoulder without complaint.

Kirishima snorted. “I know, right? And did you see how he yelled at Midoriya for standing too close to her yesterday?”

“Think they’re dating?”

“No way—Bakugo would combust before admitting he has a crush.”

The thing was, Bakugo didn’t just like you—he was obsessed with you. You were the only one he could stand for longer than five minutes, the only one whose presence didn’t make him want to scream.

And maybe, just maybe, that scared him more than any villain ever could.

“Tch. You’re late.”

Bakugo was leaning against the dormitory entrance, arms crossed, his usual scowl firmly in place. The streetlights cast a glow over his sharp features, but the impatient tapping of his foot betrayed his annoyance.

You rolled your eyes. “I was studying.”

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s go.”

The “let’s go” was unnecessary. You knew that when Bakugo said those words, what he really meant was, I was waiting for you. I don’t like waiting for anyone else, but I’ll wait for you.

You walked beside him, comfortable in the silence, while he glared at anyone who so much as looked your way. It was amusing, really, how the explosive hothead softened just for you.

“Did you eat?” he asked gruffly.

You hummed. “Mmm, not really.”

His scowl deepened. “Idiot. You need to eat.” Without hesitation, he shoved a convenience store bag into your hands.

Inside was your favorite snack.

Your heart warmed. He’d thought about you.

“You’re sweet, Bakugo,” you teased.

He bristled, ears tinged pink. “Shut the hell up.”

You laughed, and for the first time that night, Bakugo didn’t look angry—he looked at peace.

Because as much as he hated the world, he could never hate you.

You were the exception.

Situationship with Bakugo 😵‍💫

a situationship with katsuki bakugo would be chaotic, intense, and incredibly frustrating.

KATSUKI BAKUGO, who's not the type to do things halfway, so the fact that he won’t fully commit (or admit his feelings) means he’s fighting himself the entire time.

KATSUKI BAKUGO, who takes care of you in little ways—grabbing your favorite snacks when he’s out, making sure you get home safe, memorizing all your food orders from various places—but if you call him out on it, he’ll scoff and say, “tch. don’t think too much about it. it was just on the way.”

KATSUKI BAKUGO, where he’s got no problem pulling you into his lap, throwing an arm around you, or grabbing your wrist to keep you from walking away during an argument, only for you to cuddle right back into his arms again. "you always come back anyway. might as well stay where you belong."

KATSUKI BAKUGO, who will go out of his way to coincidentally be where you are, but if you ask, he’ll act like you’re the clingy one. "the hell are you lookin’ at me like that for? it’s a free fuckin’ country—you act like i’m followin’ you or somethin’. maybe you’re the one who can’t stay away."

KATSUKI BAKUGO, the man who kisses you like you’re the only thing keeping him sane but refuses to call it love. the man who pulls you into his arms after a rough day but won’t say he needs you. the man who gets pissed when other guys flirt with you, yet still won’t claim you as his. he knows they’ll never measure up to him.

but then, one day, you get tired of it. tired of the mixed signals, tired of feeling like you’re caught in something he refuses to name.

so you pull away. stop answering his late-night texts. stop letting him hold you like you’re his when he won’t even say the words. stop caring because what’s the point when he won’t admit he cares just as much?

at first, he acts like he doesn’t notice. like it doesn’t bother him. but it does.

KATSUKI BAKUGO, who sees you laughing with someone else and his jaw tightens so hard it aches. he catches himself reaching for you before stopping short, fingers twitching like they’re fighting the habit of pulling you close. he sees you stop waiting for him and realizes, too late, that he never thought you would stop.

KATSUKI BAKUGO, who stands at your doorway, all heat and tension, eyes burning like a wildfire ready to consume you whole. he doesn’t say a word at first, just grabs your wrist—gently, but firm enough that you can feel his frustration thrumming beneath his skin.

“you’re ignoring me,” he accuses, voice low and dangerous.

you lift an eyebrow. “i thought you didn’t care.”

his grip tightens just slightly before he lets go, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

he hates this. hates feeling out of control, hates that you make him feel anything at all.

but he’s done lying to himself.

“you think i don’t care? you think i don’t—” he cuts himself off, exhaling sharply through his nose.

you scoff, crossing your arms. "you sure as hell act like it. or is this just another one of your games?"

his jaw clenches. "it was never a damn game, sweets."

"then what was it, katsuki?" you throw your hands up. "because it sure as hell wasn't a relationship."

"you think i don’t—" he cuts himself off with a frustrated noise, pacing like he's physically fighting with himself. then he turns back to you. "damn it, i was trying!"

"trying what?" you challenge. "to string me along until you got bored? to keep me so that no one else could have me?"

"no! i was trying to—fuck—i was trying to figure it out! trying to—" he stops himself again, exhales hard through his nose, then looks at you, really looks at you. "trying to not fuck this up."

the words hang between you, heavy, aching.

your voice is softer now, but no less sharp. "and yet, you still did."

for a moment, he just stares at you. and then, before you can turn away, before you can push him out of your life completely, he closes the distance.

"no," he growls. "i'm not letting you walk away from me again."

you shake your head. "you already let me go."

"the hell i did!" his hands grip your arms, not to restrain but to hold on. "you think i don’t want you? that i don’t—"

he stops, sucks in a breath, and then—

he cups your face and kisses you. not like before. not out of desperation, not just because it’s easy. not like the heated, desperate, i need to feel something kisses he’s stolen in the past. this one is different.

raw, messy, everything he’s been too damn stubborn to say.

this one is real.

and when he pulls back, breathless, eyes blazing, he mutters, "you wanna know what this is? it’s me, fucking telling you, that i’m all in on this. now tell me you don’t want me, and i’ll walk."

you swallow, your own breath uneven. but you can’t say it. because you do. you always have.

and he knows it.

you stare at him, chest heaving, your lips still tingling from the force of his kiss. your mind is screaming at you to push him away, to remind him that he had months to figure this out, to tell him that it’s too late.

but your heart? your heart is beating so damn loud it drowns out the logic.

katsuki sees the hesitation, the war behind your eyes. he doesn’t rush you. for once, he doesn’t bulldoze his way through with brute force.

"you’re such a fucking asshole," you mutter, shoving at his chest, but he doesn’t budge.

he exhales, a short, almost bitter laugh. “i know.”

you lick your lips, looking anywhere but at him. “you put me through hell, katsuki.”

“i know that too,” his voice is rough, but there’s no anger anymore. just quiet, painful honesty. he huffs, rubs a hand down his face before dropping it. “i was scared, sweets.”

you blink. katsuki bakugo, scared?

he sees the doubt flash across your face and scowls. “don’t. don’t look at me like that. like i don’t get to be scared of this—of you.”

your breath catches, and suddenly, the anger flares up again. “me? you were scared of me?”

“yeah,” he scoffs, eyes flicking between yours. "i ain't good at this shit, alright? but don't ever think for a second that i didn't want you."

your jaw tightens. "then why the hell did it take losing me for you to say it?"

something flickers across his face—regret, maybe. frustration. the words sound like they hurt to admit. "because i was a goddamn coward. because i didn't know how to have you without screwing it all up."

you stare at him, searching his face, waiting for the catch—for him to backtrack, for him to make another excuse. but he doesn’t.

instead, his grip on you softens, hands sliding down to your wrists, fingers brushing over your pulse. he watches you carefully, fingers grazing your wrist.

"tell me you don’t feel the same, and i’ll let you go. but if you do…” he leans in just slightly, gaze flickering to your lips. “then stop fighting me and let me be yours.”

and damn it—damn him—because you do. you always have.

your breath is unsteady, your chest tight as you stare at him. he looks like he’s ready for a fight, ready to prove himself, but you’re not making this easy for him.

he doesn’t deserve easy.

you step back, but he follows, unwilling to let space grow between you again. "if you really mean it, you’re gonna have to work for it."

his lips part slightly, like he wasn’t expecting you to say that. then, he huffs, shoving his hands into his pockets. "fine. i will."

"you don’t even know what that means."

"doesn’t matter," his eyes burn with determination. "i’ll figure it out."

you study him, searching for hesitation, doubt—any sign that he’ll walk away the moment things get tough. but all you see is conviction, a stubborn resolve that’s so him it almost makes your chest ache.

still, you’re not going to let him think this is some quick fix.

"no more mixed signals," your voice is firm. "no more acting like i don’t matter just because you're scared of your own feelings."

his jaw clenches, but he nods. "yeah."

"and no more kissing me like i’m yours and then pretending it doesn’t mean anything."

his eyes darken slightly. "that one was never pretend."

you don’t give in just yet. you let the silence stretch, let him sit in it, let him feel the weight of what he’s asking for.

then, finally, you nod. "alright. then we’ll see."

from the moment you demanded he work for your trust, he treats it like the most important damn mission of his life.

KATSUKI BAKUGO, who starts showing up—not just in the ways he used to, sneaking into your life with little gestures he refused to acknowledge. no, this time, he makes it clear.

KATSUKI BAKUGO, who texts you good morning. goodnight. little things throughout the day that show you he’s thinking about you. "did you eat? i know you don’t like the coffee at work, so i left one for you on your desk, call me if you need a ride."

KATSUKI BAKUGO, where at work, he swings by your office under the pretense of “checking in,” but you catch the way his eyes linger, the way his fingers tap against your desk like he’s resisting the urge to touch you.

KATSUKI BAKUGO, when he knows you’re out with friends, he doesn’t pull the usual possessive coincidentally running into you routine. he lets you have your space but makes sure you get home safe. "text me when you’re back."

but the real proof is in the way he listens. the way he remembers.

KATSUKI BAKUGO, who recalls things you mentioned offhandedly weeks ago—your favorite dessert from that bakery downtown, the dumb movie you wanted to watch but never got around to. one night, you mention offhandedly that you’ve been stressed, and the next day, he drags you out of your apartment. "c’mon. you need a break."

you expect something explosive, something him—but instead, he takes you to a quiet spot, lets you rant, doesn’t rush you. just listens.

and when you look at him, skeptical, waiting for him to make some kind of sarcastic remark, he just shrugs. "told you i was serious."

he never demands anything from you. never pushes you for an answer.

but one night, after another long day, after another moment where he reminds you, without words, just how much he’s changed—how much he’s trying—you finally give in.

you reach for his hand.

it’s tentative, just a light brush of your fingers against his. he looks down, then back up at you, something unreadable in his expression.

you squeeze lightly, voice quiet. "okay."

he blinks. "okay?"

you take a breath. "i believe you."

and for the first time in a long time, he smiles. really smiles.

then, with all the patience he’s learned just for you, he lifts your hand and presses a kiss to your knuckles.

"’bout fuckin' time."

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⋆˚࿔ kia's note ˚⋆ hi!! a little something to publish bc i feel i havent been posting much like i've been before? js burnout from school and shit, also indulging my free time😭 hope you guys enjoy💜💜

oh!

don’t know what’s real or fake

shy boys with unexpectedly good dick are great, don’t get me wrong… but i also love, love, LOVE dudes who are annoyingly cocky but still provide what they’re selling

like speak your truth, king

oh how i wish i could read 30 books in one sitting without getting bored

the bond between a girl and their favorite fictional man is both an unstoppable force and an immovable object