𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲 - 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮

oh!

don’t know what’s real or fake

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

SUNA RINTARŌ, akaashi keiji, jing yuan, KAEDEHARA KAZUHA, xiao, diluc, caelus, DAN HENG, sugawara kōshi, KITA SHINSUKE, MIYA OSAMU, IWAIZUMI HAJIME, blade, SEMI EITA, cyno, KENMA KOZUME

bc all i think abt is college!katsuki

Katsuki Bakugou is the epitome of the type of friend where you don’t actually know if you are friends.

It started off slow and gradual; a head nod when you sat next to him in class for the first time. You didn’t think much of it at first—just Bakugou being Bakugou, cold and distant as can be. But then came the day the professor prompted the class to discuss the reading with the person next to you. Oh boy.

Distant caves would be jealous of him as he offered impressive silence. He sat there with his arms crossed, glaring at the textbook like it had personally offended him. You tried your best to speak about the text, feeling the weight of his weightless replies, and occasionally he’d grunt or nod, but the conversation resembled your middle school talent show performance. Awkward, yes, but not surprising for a college class.

Still, you found yourself sitting next to him every couple of days, the unspoken rules of college and assigned seating habits pulling you back into his orbit. You tried to be kind, offering small talk here and there, but Bakugou always brushed you off with a grunt or a glare. He was prickly, always on edge, and you figured that was just how he was.

You were like this too on most days. After having your fair share of college-creep experiences you laid off the whole talking to people bit. But there was this exception you made for Bakugou. Not an exception but a curiosity of some sorts. Hell, you also were never good at math but you were on edge to solve the missing variable that is Katsuki Bakugou. Seriously, what's his deal?

Maybe it was the way he didn’t care of how he seemed, it could be the mystery or maybe it was just the fact he looked like he was carved by Lysippos sitting by you at 9 a.m. lecture. Those thoughts were in the back of your mind… you even wonder if Bakugo is good at math? maybe then he could help.

But then there were these odd moments, moments where his usual gruffness gave way to something else. Like the day you mentioned how thirsty you were, sitting there in that old, sweltering classroom with no air conditioning. Bakugou rolled his eyes, muttered something about “are you always unprepared?” (he lent you a pen once before) but then wordlessly reached into his bag and handed you a water bottle.

“Thanks,” you say, trying to match his nonchalant demeanor. Trying to let it go.

But the gesture stuck with you. He didn’t acknowledge it, didn’t say anything more. He just went back to his notebook like nothing happened. Typical. But you couldn’t shake the feeling of slight butterflies in your stomach, even if you tried to brush them off as nothing.

Things continued in much the same way. Bakugou, still gruff and abrasive, but every now and then, something would slip through the cracks. A quiet moment of consideration, a begrudging act of kindness. He never let you get too close, but there was always that flicker of kindness. Of Bakugou. The real him, you think.

It was a rainy afternoon when you found yourself stranded at a bus stop with him. The two of you had just finished class, and the rain came out of nowhere, pouring down in quick splatters. You both stood under the narrow shelter that barely helped. Bakugou was glaring up like he was challenging the sky to a duel while his hands shoved deep into his pockets.

He didn’t acknowledge you at first. And you didn’t think he would.

“You’re gonna catch a cold standing out here,” he grumbled suddenly, his voice low and annoyed.

Before you could reply, he was already shrugging off his jacket and, without looking at you, shoved it in front of you. He urged you to take it but you blinked in surprise, not knowing how to react.

But then, you felt the weight of the jacket warm and heavy on your skin. The scent of him—something sharp and clean—lingered in the fabric.

“Bakugou, you don’t have to—”

“Shut up. I don’t need your thanks,” he muttered, not meeting your gaze. He chose to stare at the rain instead.

“Thank you.”

He rolled his eyes but from that moment, something shifted. The dynamic between you two wasn’t any less tense, and he still barked at you when you got on his nerves, but the hostility had softened, just a little. There was still sharpness in his words, but now mixed in with these brief, unexpected moments of kindness? (for Bakugou, normal for everyone else)

The day before your big exam, you sat next to him in class, anxiety buzzing in your stomach. “Are you ready for tomorrow?” you asked, peeking over at him.

“Yeah,” he grunted, eyes not leaving his textbook.

You turned back to your seat, mentally patting yourself on the back for initiating (yet another) pointless conversation. But then, after a pause, Bakugou spoke again.

“Wanna review the material after class?”

You blinked, a little caught off guard, but quickly nodded. “Sure.”

And so after class, he led the way to the library, not even waiting for you to catch up. He moved with purpose, his sharp eyes scanning the room for a quiet, secluded spot. When he finally sat down and pulled out his notes, you were surprised to see how meticulously organized everything was—color-coded, labeled, every detail in its place. So he probably is good at math? You were definitely getting somewhere.

He started drilling you with questions, breaking down complicated concepts with a precision you hadn’t expected. His intensity was relentless, but it pushed you to focus, to work harder, and slowly, your understanding of the material started to click into place.

Hours passed in a blur, and the sun began to set outside the windows. The two of you were still going over definitions when Bakugou glanced over at you. “You get it now?”

“Yeah,” you said, a small smile on your lips. “Thanks, Bakugou.”

“Good,” he muttered, turning back to his notes, but something about the way he said it felt less harsh than usual.

But all this time of him testing you made you want to test him. Probably because you suspected how sexy he’d look getting every question right…

You smirked, feeling a little bold. “Aw, not you caring if I understand the material.”

He shot you a glare and his face twitched like he was holding back a grin. “I don’t,” he snapped, though his tone lacked the usual bite.

“You just looked so damn scared earlier, it was pathetic.”

You faked a small gasp at that. He wanted to laugh.

“Aww, are you worried about me being sad?” you teased, leaning in a little closer. “It’s almost like we’re friends or something.”

“Shut up,” he growled, his face turning slightly red.

That’s not a no, you think. You laughed, the sound light in the quiet library, and for the first time, you saw a hint of a smile tug at the corner of his mouth, barely there, but real.

Quaint and underneath all his surroundings lied Bakugou Katsuki. Almost as if he were labeled X in some math problem.

So yeah… he’s cold and mean and gruff, but… you know he has your back with exams… and when you’re cold, and when you say you're thirsty, and when you need something nice to look at. Definitely, Katsuki Bakugou is your friend…

That happens to have a massive crush on you.

(… and unashamedly, so do you.)

"It's just a TV show" maybe to you. I absorbed it into my soul though.

“ JEALOUSY ”

warnings: suggestive comment, female reader pairings: p.jackson x reader summary: percy doesn’t get jealous often, but when he sees someone getting a little too flirty with you during sword training, he starts showing off.

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the clang of swords echoed across the training grounds as you sparred with one of the ares campers, your blade meeting theirs in a fierce clash. you were focused—until you noticed percy standing nearby, arms crossed, watching with an expression you couldn’t quite place.

at first, you thought nothing of it. percy was always watching out for you, after all. but then you caught the way his grip tightened on riptide, the way his sea-green eyes narrowed just slightly as your sparring partner leaned in a little too close with a teasing remark.

“you’re quick, y’know ?” the ares camper said, smirking as they adjusted their stance. “bet I could teach you a few more moves if you ever want a.. private lesson.”

you rolled your eyes, taking a step back, but before you could reply, a familiar voice cut in.

“pretty sure My Girlfriend, got all the training she needs,” percy said, stepping forward. his smirk was easygoing, but there was something else behind it—something a little sharper than usual.

wait. did he just refer to you as his girlfriend ?

The camper only chuckled, but percy didn’t give them a chance to respond. Instead, he pulled out riptide, flicking it into sword form with a fluid motion. “mind if I join in ? Been a while since I had a good challenge.”

before you knew it, percy was showing off. his strikes were quicker, more precise, his movements effortlessly smooth as he disarmed the camper with a well-placed twist of his wrist. he grinned as the sword clattered to the ground.

the ares camper raised their hands in mock surrender. “alright, alright, I get it. point taken.”

they walked off, leaving you and percy alone. you turned to him, raising an eyebrow. “you okay there, seaweed brain ?”

he ran a hand through his dark hair, a sheepish grin forming on his lips. “what ? just wanted to make sure no one got the wrong idea.”

you smirked, stepping closer until you were just inches away. “the wrong idea about what ?”

percy faltered for a second, then exhaled, eyes flickering between yours. “about who you belong with.”

your heart did a little flip at that. you placed a hand on his chest, feeling the steady beat beneath your fingertips. “oh ? and who do I belong with ?”

his smirk softened, and before you could say another word, he leaned in, brushing his lips against yours in a slow, lingering kiss. when he pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, his voice a gentle murmur.

“me.”

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a/u: sorry this one was kinda ass 💔 rushed the whole thing

“not all men”

you’re right, my favorite fictional character would never.

˚.🎀༘⋆ too sweet. ft ; katsuki bakugou

you’re up as the sun rises slowly, enjoying the golden hour, watching the soft golden hue reflect onto katsukis face, while your husband wakes up just before lunchtime, joining you in the kitchen as he hugs you from behind, grumbling into your neck as he takes in the scent of whatever you’re cooking. 

katsuki prefers his coffee black and pure, while you enjoy it sweetened and with a dash of milk, he’d tease you for your preferences, but as he watched you indulge into your daily coffee, his lips formed a smile, he wanted every evening to be like this, and he’d do anything to make sure it happens. 

you prefer your drinks with a mixer, while katsuki drinks it straight from the bottle. although, he didn’t like his alcohol mixed with something extra, katsuki still shared a drink with you of your choice, he knew drinking it neat would upset your tummy, but he didn’t mind sacrificing his favourite, just for his girl. 

while you preferred the sweetness in life, able to eat half a jar of toffee and not gag, katsuki despised it, preferring, chilli flaked food. katsuki loved the burn it left on his tongue. in short, katsuki and your preferences described the souls of you two, yours was soft and tender, caressing the finer things of life, while katsukis was rough and pointy like the ends of knives. that’s where your softness came in, because no matter how hard katsuki stabbed you with his pointed edges, your cotton candy-like soul just bounced off the edges. you fed each others souls, just what the each needed. 

proving that, opposites attract. 

iwaizumi loves a smart girl who yaps!! doesn’t matter what major/job field you’re in, the second you open your mouth he is LOCKED in, ready to marvel at the string of information that flows out of your mouth