Ok, i read ur rules! And say in ur master list that you do mha? If you still do mha, (idk if this is ok to ask) but can you do some fluff + angst with bakugo x fem! Reader, where she has a black magic quirk, and from a very early age sheโs heard voices in her head. And they stop for a bit but she heard them agian and freaks out! So bakugo notices shes veeery quiet and asks her whats wrong and she spills the truth about her quirk and how if she over uses it she hears voices telling her to do bad things(NOTHING SERIOUS)
Bakugo and reader have a sorta friendship but with something going on between them? (Mutual pinning)
I HOPE THIS IS OK!!! I read ur rules and i hope this isnt violating them ๐๐ญ
donโt worry it isnโt lmao! but Iโd love to do this so tysm for sending this in! so without further ado. . . enjoy เดฆเตเดฆเดฟ(โขฬ แ <) !!
๐ค synopsis: your quirk makes you different from others..you hear voices that give you malicious thoughts. but, your โfriendโ bakugou katsuki helps you silence them and explore both of your unspoken feelings for each other.
๐ค trigger warnings: references to intrusive thoughts, mild psychological distress.
๐ค pairing: bakugou katsuki x fem!reader
๐ค side note: - - > 2nd part of this story
the voices had been quiet for months. you'd almost forgotten what it was like to have that constant background noiseโthe whispers that came with your quirk. black magic, they called it. the ability to manipulate shadows and dark energy, bending them to your will. it was powerful, useful even, especially during hero training at u.a.
but the cost was something no one else could see.
use usโฆ we can make you strongerโฆ
the first whisper came during lunch period. you froze mid-bite, your chopsticks hovering over your bento box as the familiar, slithering voice wrapped around your mind.
let us inโฆ just a little more powerโฆ
"shut up," you muttered under your breath, closing your eyes tightly.
"the hell did you just say to me?"
your eyes snapped open to find bakugou katsuki standing over your lunch table, his crimson eyes narrowed with suspicion. of course, he'd choose now to approach. the two of you had thisโฆ thing. not quite friends, definitely not enemies. training partners who somehow always ended up paired together. late night study sessions that lasted longer than necessary. hands that lingered a second too long when passing notes.
"not you," you said quickly, heat rising to your cheeks. "sorry, i was justโ"
he'll think you're crazy if you tell him. everyone always does.
"just what?" bakugou dropped into the seat across from you, his lunch tray clattering against the table. "you've been acting weird all morning. more than usual."
you managed a weak smile. "didn't know you paid such close attention, explosion boy."
he scoffed, but you didn't miss the slight pink tinge on his ears. "hard not to notice when you're spacing out during combat training. you nearly got yourself blasted."
you had almost forgotten about that. earlier in the day, during all might's class, you'd hesitated just a moment too long when the voices first started whispering again. bakugou had pulled his punch at the last second, his explosion detonating harmlessly to your left instead of directly in your face.
he's waiting for an answer. lie. lie.
"i'm fine," you said automatically, the rehearsed response you'd been giving teachers and classmates for years whenever the voices got bad.
bakugouโs eyes narrowed further. "bullshit."
the cafeteria around you buzzed with activity, your classmates laughing and chatting, oblivious to your internal struggle. kirishima and the others had left bakugou alone for once, perhaps sensing he had other plans for lunch period.
he'll leave you too when he knows the truth.
"i said i'm fine," you insisted, pushing your food away. your appetite had vanished the moment the voices returned.
bakugou leaned forward, his voice dropping to a growl that somehow managed to be both threatening and concerned at the same time. "you think i don't notice when something's off with you? we've been training together for months. i know when you're lying."
you stared at him, taken aback by his perceptiveness. it was easy to dismiss bakugo as just an aggressive hothead, but you'd learned there was so much more beneath that explosive exterior. he noticed things. he paid attention.
tell himโฆ see how quickly he runsโฆ
the voice was getting louder, more insistent. you pressed your palms against your eyes, trying to block it out.
"hey." bakugouโs voice softened marginallyโas much as bakugou katsuki could soften anything. "let's get out of here."
before you could protest, he had grabbed both your bags and was heading for the exit, clearly expecting you to follow. and despite everything, you did.
he led you to the rooftop, a quiet spot where few students ventured during lunch. the spring air was cool against your skin, helping to clear your head slightly.
"talk," he demanded, dropping his bag and leaning against the railing.
you hesitated, wrapping your arms around yourself. "it's my quirk."
"what about it?"
don't tell him don't tell him don'tโ
"the voices are back," you blurted out, the words tumbling from your lips before you could stop them. "when i use too much of my quirk, theyโฆ they start talking to me."
bakugouโs expression didn't change, but he watched you intently, waiting for you to continue.
"they've been quiet for a while," you explained, pacing now. "i thought maybe i'd gotten better at controlling it. but this morning, during training when i used that shadow field techniqueโฆ they came back."
he thinks you're weak. broken. useless.
you shuddered, and bakugou took a step closer.
"what do they say?" he asked, his voice uncharacteristically careful.
you laughed bitterly. "oh, you know. the usual. use more power. do bad things. helpful stuff like that."
bakugouโs face darkened. "have you told anyone? recovery girl? aizawa?"
you shook your head. "my parents know. it's been happening since i was little. the doctors said it's aโฆ side effect. the darkness my quirk controls, it's like it has a consciousness of its own. the more i tap into it, the more it tries to influence me."
he'll report you. they'll expel you. you'll never be a hero now.
"they're talking right now, aren't they?" bakugo asked suddenly.
you froze, surprised again by his insight. "how did you know?"
"your eyes do this thing," he said, gesturing vaguely toward your face. "they get all unfocused, like you're listening to something far away."
you'd never realized you had a tell. the fact that bakugo had noticed made something warm flutter in your chest, momentarily drowning out the malicious whispers.
"yeah," you admitted. "they're telling me you'll think i'm crazy. that i should have kept my mouth shut."
bakugou snorted. "if i thought you were crazy, i wouldn't waste my time training with you."
he's lying to make you feel better. he pities you.
"they're saying you're lying," you said softly.
without warning, bakugou closed the distance between you, his hands gripping your shoulders. the touch was firm but not painfulโgrounding.
"look at me," he demanded.
you raised your eyes to meet his fierce crimson gaze.
"do i ever say shit i don't mean? do i ever fucking lie to make people feel better?"
you couldn't help but smile slightly. "no. that'sโฆ actually one of the things i like about you."
something flashed across his faceโsurprise, maybe even pleasureโbefore he schooled his expression back to determination.
"then believe me when i say this. i don't give a damn about the voices. we all have shit to deal with. my quirk could blow my arms off if i'm not careful. half-and-half has his daddy issues. deku hasโฆ well, everything about him. your thing is voices. so what?"
he doesn't understand. no one can understand.
"it's not that simple," you argued. "they get worse when i use more power. and sometimesโฆ" you hesitated, never having admitted this part to anyone before. "sometimes i want to listen."
instead of recoiling in horror as you expected, bakugouโs grip on your shoulders tightened reassuringly.
"of course you do," he said gruffly. "power is tempting. i know that better than anyone. remember the sports festival?"
you did. his rage, his refusal to accept a victory he didn't earn. the way he'd been chained to the podium, wild-eyed and furious.
"but you didn't give in," you pointed out.
"neither will you," he said with absolute certainty. "you're too stubborn."
despite everything, you laughed. "was that a compliment, bakugou?"
he released your shoulders, a hint of that familiar scowl returning. "don't get used to it."
he'll never understand you like we do.
the whisper was softer now, less convincing. you took a deep breath, focusing on bakugo's presenceโsolid and real in front of you.
"they're quieter when you're around," you admitted. "i don't know why."
a flash of something like pride crossed his face. "good. then i'll just have to stick around more."
your heart skipped a beat. "what are you saying?"
bakugou crossed his arms, looking somewhat uncomfortable with the turn in conversation. "i'm saying next time they start talking, come find me. i'll make enough noise to drown them out."
the offer was so perfectly, uniquely bakugo that it made you smile despite everything. this gruff, explosive boy who showed his care through actions rather than words.
"are you sure?" you asked. "it could happen anytime. middle of the night. during class."
he shrugged. "so? not like i sleep much anyway."
he'll get tired of you. they all do.
"the voices say you'll get tired of helping me," you said quietly.
bakugou stepped forward again, and this time when his hand reached for you, it was to brush a strand of hair from your face with surprising gentleness.
"let me make something clear," he said, voice low and intense. "i don't do shit i don't want to do. and i don't walk away from challenges."
"is that what i am? a challenge?" you weren't sure if you should be offended or flattered.
the corner of his mouth quirked up in that half-smile that always made your heart race. "you're a pain in my ass. butโฆ" he hesitated, clearly wrestling with what to say next. "you're my pain in the ass."
coming from bakugou, it was practically a declaration of love.
he'll neverโ
the voice was cut off as bakugouโs hand cupped your cheek, his calloused palm warm against your skin. for once, his perpetual scowl was gone, replaced by something softer, more vulnerable.
"tell the voices to shut the hell up," he murmured, "because i'm about to kiss you."
your breath caught in your throat. "bakugouโฆ"
"katsuki," he corrected. "if we're doing this, you use my name."
"katsuki," you whispered, testing the feel of it on your tongue.
and then his lips were on yours, firm and warm and insistent. the voices that had plagued you all morning fell completely silent, drowned out by the thundering of your heart and the sensation of bakugouโno, katsukiโpulling you closer.
when you finally broke apart, the silence in your mind was blissful. whether it would last, you couldn't know. the voices would return eventually. but for now, with bakugouโs arms around you and his forehead pressed against yours, they couldn't reach you.
"they're gone," you breathed in wonder.
he smirked, that cocky confidence returning. "told you i could drown them out."
the bell rang in the distance, signaling the end of lunch period.
"we should get back," you said reluctantly.
bakugou didn't loosen his hold. "skip with me."
your eyes widened. "skip class? you never skip class."
"first time for everything," he shrugged. "besides, we need to figure out how to deal with those voices. might take all afternoon."
"and how exactly are we going to do that?" you asked, unable to keep the smile from your face.
his answering grin was both wicked and tender. "i have some ideas. but firstโ" he leaned in again, his lips brushing yours softly, "let's make sure they stay quiet a little longer."
as you melted into his kiss, you couldn't hear a single whisperโjust the beating of two hearts and the promise that whatever darkness came, you wouldn't face it alone.
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๐ญ๐๐ ๐ฌ: ๐ค๐๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ค๐ข ๐๐๐ค๐ฎ๐ ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฑ ๐ซ๐๐๐๐๐ซ, ๐๐๐ค๐ฎ๐ ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฑ ๐ซ๐๐๐๐๐ซ, ๐ค๐๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ค๐ข ๐๐๐ค๐ฎ๐ ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฑ ๐ ๐ง! ๐ซ๐๐๐๐๐ซ
๐ฉ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ : ๐ค๐๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ค๐ข ๐๐๐ค๐ฎ๐ ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฑ ๐ก๐๐ซ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฎ๐๐๐ง๐ญ! ๐ ๐ง! ๐ซ๐๐๐๐๐ซ
katsuki first notices you during a training session at ua. your quirk catches his attention because it's unique and powerful, leading to a begrudging respect for your abilities.ย
during a sparring match, you accidentally unleash a small release of your power while trying to dodge one of his attacks, causing him to shout, "watch where you're aiming, dumbass!" heโs annoyed, but secretly impressed.ย
you often find yourself at the training grounds late at night, and he happens to be there too, practicing his explosions. it's awkward at first, but you both share the space in a silent understanding.ย
despite his rough exterior, he ends up giving you some tips on how to improve your quirk. itโs a rare glimpse of his softer side, hidden beneath layers of brashness.ย
he tries to act indifferent when you beat him in a training exercise, but you can see the flicker of admiration in his eyes. itโs the first time he sees you as a serious contender.
katsuki finds himself getting flustered when youโre around, often pushing back his feelings with anger. he calls you "extra" or "annoying" to mask his growing affection.ย
he begins to notice the small things about you, like how your hair glows in the sunlight or the way you focus intently when youโre training.ย
if he catches you struggling with something, he may act disinterested but will still find a way to help youโeither through training advice or a sudden display of explosive power to motivate you.ย
when you laugh or smile, itโs like the world stops for him; he stares at you, a deep blush creeping up his cheeks as he mumbles about how โstupidโ you are for being so distracting.ย
katsuki starts developing a habit of keeping an eye on you during class or training sessions, always ready to jump in if he senses someone being unfair to you, despite the grumpy facade he keeps up.
once you start dating, heโs surprisingly protective, using his quirk to keep you safe from any potential threats, whether theyโre from villains or classmates.ย
heโs not the type to shower you with affection in public, but behind closed doors, heโs warm and fiercely supportive, always encouraging you to push your limits.ย
dates are often intense, involving activities that test both your quirksโlike racing to see who can pull off the most impressive rescue maneuvers or going to a training camp together.ย
when you argue, he gets heated but always tries to resolve things quickly, realizing he canโt stand the thought of you being upset with him. heโll often apologize in his own gruff way, maybe with a half-hearted โYouโre not that bad.โย
his love language is acts of service; he surprises you by making you your favorite snacks or taking time to train with you, pushing you to get stronger while making sure you know heโs there for you.ย
on lazy days, youโll find him surprisingly soft, where heโll rest his head on your shoulder, enjoying the peace while sneaking glances at you, a little smirk on his face, as if to say, โiโm not telling you, but I think youโre pretty great.โ
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@https-bakugo โ FOR YOU 100%
๐ญ๐๐ ๐ฌ: ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ข๐ง๐ง๐๐ซ ๐ฑ ๐ซ๐๐๐๐๐ซ, ๐ฌ๐ก๐ฎ๐ข๐๐ก๐ข ๐ฑ ๐ซ๐๐๐๐๐ซ, ๐ฌ๐ก๐ฎ๐ข๐๐ก๐ข ๐ข๐ ๐ฎ๐๐ก๐ข ๐ฑ ๐ซ๐๐๐๐๐ซ
๐ฉ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ : ๐ฌ๐ก๐ฎ๐ข๐๐ก๐ข ๐ข๐ ๐ฎ๐๐ก๐ข (๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ข๐ง๐ง๐๐ซ) ๐ฑ ๐ฏ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐ข๐ง! ๐ ๐ง! ๐ซ๐๐๐๐๐ซ
heโs initially wary of you. new face in the league? heโs sizing you up, trying to figure out your quirk and loyalty. donโt take it personally; he's just cautious!
if your quirk is even remotely related to heroes (like, you can mimic their voices or analyze their strategies), heโsย extraย suspicious. prove youโre down with the cause!
he will lowkey admire you if you are really strong and have a really strong quirk for fighting heroes and being a villain.
he's surprisingly awkward when you first talk to him. expect a lot of mumbled greetings and averted eye contact. he's not used to interacting with people he doesn't immediately see as either a threat or a hero worshipper.
he's impressed if you can hold your own in a philosophical debate about stain. he needs someone who understands the depth of stain's ideology, not just the surface level admiration.
if you're good at tech or gaming, you've basically unlocked a secret level of respect. he will ask questions about computers and he might ask you to play games with him.
he notices small things. if you offer him a soda after a particularly frustrating mission, or if you defend him when someone makes a joke about his appearance, heย remembers.
he gets flusteredย easily. compliment his fighting style? stuttering mess. ask him his opinion on stain's philosophy? expect a rambling, incoherent explanation.
he starts leaving you little offerings: a cool rock he found, a discarded manga he thinks you might like, a strangely shaped piece of metal he thought looked interesting. itโs his version of a love letter.
he lingers near you during league meetings, trying to subtly position himself so he can hear your input. he values your opinion, even if he doesn't directly say it.
his tail betrays him. happy? it thumps softly against the floor. nervous? it twitches uncontrollably. annoyed? it whips back and forth like a frustrated cat.
he might secretly start wearing a little bit of your favorite color. like, a bandanna or something subtle attached to his villain outfit.
he gets weirdly competitive if youโre talking to other members of the league. not jealous, per seโฆ justโฆ protective? yeah, letโs go with protective.
he uncharacteristically tries to dress nicer. like maybe he would clean his shoes more and try to keep his hair from getting in his face.
he will try to ask you out, but will fail miserably.
dates? forget fancy restaurants. think abandoned warehouses with surprisingly good take-out, or quiet rooftops overlooking the city.
heโs surprisingly affectionate. lots of gentle touches, leaning against you while watching a movie (probably a samurai flick), and the occasional shy hand-hold.
physical affection is aย learningย process for him. He's not sure how much is too much, so he'll often look to you for cues. communication is key!
he's fiercely protective, especially during missions. he'll always have your back, and he won't hesitate to put himself in harm's way to protect you.
he needs reassurance. he worries that you're only with him because of the league, or that you'll eventually get tired of hisโฆ quirks. remind him that you genuinely care about him.
he loves info-dumping about his interests, especially stain. be prepared to listen to hours of passionate monologues about the hypocrisy of hero society.
he will absolutely call you "my beloved stain enthusiast" as a term of endearment.
he will try to protect you from Shigaraki as much as possible.
he treasures any gift you give him. even the smallest, most insignificant thing will be placed in a special spot and treated with reverence.
he starts opening up more about his past and his insecurities. he trusts you implicitly, and he values your judgment.
he is a surprisingly good listener, offering thoughtful advice and genuine empathy. he may not always know what to say, but he'll always be there for you.
he is loyal to a fault. once he's committed, he'sย all in. expect unwavering support, fierce dedication, and a love that burns hotter than dragon fire (okay, maybe notย thathot, but still!).
he sometimes calls you his "scalesmate" out of affection.
you will probably have to learn to hide him when you're on a grocery trip or something, as he can get in trouble if he's seen in public.
heโd absolutely let you customize his outfit, like adding patches or painting it. heโll wear whatever you give him.
he likes to braid your hair while you both watch movies.
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๐ญ๐๐ ๐ฌ: ๐๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ก๐ข๐ซ๐จ ๐ฌ๐๐ค๐จ ๐ฑ ๐ซ๐๐๐๐๐ซ, ๐ฆ๐ซ. ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐ฑ ๐ซ๐๐๐๐๐ซ, ๐๐ฅ๐ฎ๐๐
๐ฉ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ : ๐ฆ๐ซ. ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐ฑ ๐ฏ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐ข๐ง! ๐ ๐ง! ๐ซ๐๐๐๐๐ซ
heโs immediately intrigued by your quirk. he sees it as an art form, just like his own. heโll watch you use it during operations, analyzing the nuances, the precision, and the creative applications, making silent commentary in his head by appreciating your skill, and giving you tips.
heโs a gentleman, even to fellow villains. expect a bow, a flourish of his hat, and a charming introduction. heโll remember your nameย perfectly.
heโll make a point of engaging you in conversation, usually about strategy, technique, or the finer points of villainy. he wants to know what makes you tick, and subtly gauge your ambition.
he might test you, not in a malicious way, but to see how you think on your feet. expect sudden questions during planning sessions. "hypothetically, if our escape route is compromised, what's your immediate plan?" he's observing your resourcefulness.
if you're injured, he will (very discreetly) make sure you get the best care available within the league. heโs not going to fuss over you, but he'll use his connections to ensure you're patched up properly.
he starts paying extra attention to your appearance. not in a creepy way, but he notices the details. heโll internally admire your sense of style. like, if he got you a gift, it would be something you would wear.
he finds excuses to be near you. heโll offer to assist you with your assignments, or provide a "second opinion" on your plans, when in reality, he just wants to spend time with you.
his jokes getย slightlyย more frequent and a little moreโฆsuggestive- but he keeps it classy, of course. expect witty banter and playful teasing, always with a hint of a deeper meaning.
he might start "collecting" little mementos related to you. Not in a stalkerish way! maybe a item from your quirk, or a discarded sketch if you're artistic. He keeps them hidden, treasures of his affection.
he'll start subtly incorporating elements of your style or quirk into his own performances and illusions. itโs a tribute to you, a way to keep you close to him.
he might offer you a rare glimpse behind the mask โ not literally, but he'll share stories from his past, or his artistic philosophy. heโs letting you see the real atsuhiro sako, just a little bit.
dates are elaborate and theatrical. think rooftop dinners with a hidden view of the city, private performances tailored to your tastes, or a meticulously planned heist of a priceless artifact...just for the thrill of it.
heโs a master of romantic gestures, but always with a villainous twist. he might "compress" a bouquet of roses into a perfect sphere, or steal a star from the sky (a perfectly safe illusion, of course) to give it to you.
PDA is rare, but incredibly meaningful. a stolen glance, a lingering touch, a quiet word in your ear during a chaotic battle โ these small moments speak volumes.
heโs fiercely protective of you. anyone who threatens you will face his wrath, delivered with elegance and surgical precision.
he is surprisingly open and vulnerable with you. he trusts you with his secrets, his fears, and his hopes. he knows you understand the darkness within him, and he can be his true self with you.
he loves to hear you talk about your quirk, your ambitions, and your plans. he genuinely appreciates your talent and vision. heโs your biggest fan, but alsoโ your most honest critic.
heโs fascinated by your perspective on the world. he values your input and seeks your advice on everything from strategy to aesthetics. he sees you as his equal, his partner, and his muse.
heโll compress little things that remind you of him into little trinkets for you to have, like a small figurine representing his mask.
Hs is an amazing listener. he remembers even the smallest details about you, and uses them to surprise and delight you.
heโs not jealous, really. he trusts you too much to go there, however, he will be possessive and will keep a close eye on anyone who seems too close to you. he will never tell you of this.
heโll teach you new tricks and techniques with your quirk, pushing you to explore its full potential. he helps you become an even more formidable villain.
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๐ญ๐๐ ๐ฌ: ๐ข๐ณ๐ฎ๐ค๐ฎ ๐ฑ ๐ ๐ง! ๐ซ๐๐๐๐๐ซ, ๐ฆ๐ข๐๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐ฒ๐ ๐ฑ ๐ซ๐๐๐๐๐ซ, ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐๐ซ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฎ๐๐๐ง๐ญ! ๐ซ๐๐๐๐๐ซ, ๐ฉ๐ซ๐-๐ฐ๐๐ซ
๐ฉ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ: ๐ข๐ณ๐ฎ๐ค๐ฎ ๐ฆ๐ข๐๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐ฒ๐ ๐ฑ ๐ ๐ง! ๐ซ๐๐๐๐๐ซ
the first time izuku meets you, he's so nervous he can barely speak, stuttering and fidgeting as he tries to introduce himself.ย
you catch his eye during training, and he notices how effortlessly you handle your quirk, making him instantly admire your skills.
his heart races when you ask for help with a training exercise, and he takes the opportunity to geek out about hero tactics and strategies, revealing his passionate side.
izuku can't help but doodle about you in his notebook, sketching little scenes of you both saving the day together.
he gets flustered whenever you compliment him or praise his progress, cheeks turning a deep shade of red as he tries to downplay his achievements.
whenever youโre around, he subconsciously activates his quirk a little harder, wanting to impress you with his newfound strength.
You end up as partners in a training simulation, and he panics, but ends up being surprisingly effective under pressure, showcasing how well he can think on his feet with you by his side.
as time goes on, izuku finds himself crushing hard on you, feeling the excitement but also the pressure of his feelings, especially since you're both training to be heroes.
he starts to notice the little thingsโhow you laugh, your determination in battles, and how you encourage your classmates during difficult times, making his heart flutter.
rhe more time he spends with you, the more he admires your bravery and dedication, leading to moments where he can't help but cheer for you during your training sessions.
he tries to find excuses to spend time with you outside of training, suggesting study sessions or helping you with your quirk, while secretly hoping you'll see him as more than just a friend.
one day, he accidentally slips up and admits how inspiring he finds you, leading to a series of blushing and stammering as he realizes what heโs just said.
after saving you from a dangerous situation during a training exercise, he realizes just how much he cares about you, leaving him flustered and unsure how to express his feelings.
he begins to draw little comics about you two, showcasing both of your heroic adventures, using them as a way to cope with his growing crush.
once you both confess your feelings, izuku becomes the sweetest boyfriend, constantly checking in on you, making sure youโre okay after training, and encouraging you to reach your goals.
he always wants to share his notes with you, discussing new strategies for hero work, making it feel like youโre a team both in and out of the classroom.
dates often involve casual outings where heย awkwardlyย tries to impress youโwhether it's at a cafรฉ or a hero training facilityโbut he ends up just being himself, which you adore.
he still gets flustered whenever you compliment him, but he starts to learn to accept your praise, making him feel more confident as your partner.
during fights, heโs always on high alert when youโre around, ready to use his quirk to protect you, often shouting, โdonโt worry, Iโll save you!โ even if youโre perfectly capable of defending yourself.
he loves planning surprise training sessions just for the two of you, using it as a way to bond and grow together while also being productive heroes.
late-night study sessions turn into moments of shared laughter and deep conversations, where he feels comfortable enough to share his dreams of being a hero by your side.
izuku surprises you with thoughtful gifts, like customized gear for your quirk or hero-related memorabilia, showing how much he pays attention to your interests.
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Helloooo! So excited to have found your blog Iโm already obsessed with your writing style ๐คญ that being said would you be able to do a dating Tenya Iida headcanon much like the others you have posted? Thank you โญ๏ธ๐ซถ๐ผโผ๏ธ
yes! I will definitely put your user for your idea down when Iโm finished on the post itself, thank you so much for the support!
๐ญ๐๐ ๐ฌ: ๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐จ๐๐จ๐ซ๐จ๐ค๐ข ๐ฑ ๐ซ๐๐๐๐๐ซ, ๐ญ๐จ๐๐จ๐ซ๐จ๐ค๐ข ๐ฑ ๐ซ๐๐๐๐๐ซ, ๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐จ๐๐จ๐ซ๐จ๐ค๐ข ๐ฑ ๐ ๐ง! ๐ซ๐๐๐๐๐ซ
๐ฉ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ : ๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐จ๐๐จ๐ซ๐จ๐ค๐ข ๐ฑ ๐ก๐๐ซ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฎ๐๐๐ง๐ญ! ๐ ๐ง! ๐ซ๐๐๐๐๐ซ
he probably notices you studying in the common room, always meticulously organized. he respects the dedication.
if your quirk is related to warmth or fire, he's automatically wary but intrigued. he'll observe you carefully, trying to understand how you control it.
accidental encounters are his weakness. bumping into you in the hallway, dropping his sobaโฆ he'll apologize profusely, then retreat into himself.
he appreciates directness. if you're the one to initiate conversation, he'll be surprised but relieved. small talk isn't his forte, so dive into a topic he can actually discuss.
if you're good at reading people, you'll notice the subtle shift in his eyes when he acknowledges you. it shows he's paying attention, even if he doesn't say much.
he is most likely to have met you because you were partnered up in class together for hero training. he was surprised you weren't afraid.
he first thinks you're pretty when he sees you smile; he hasn't seen you smile, though, but he believes your smile is worth protecting.
he finds himself having to protect you in class a lot, but you're strong for yourself.
he doesn't understand the warm feeling in his chest when you are near him. he wonders if heโs sick so he asks recovery girl but she just gives him a knowing look and tells him to โrestโ.
he wants to understand your quirk better, not just from a strategic point of view, but because he wants to understandย you.
soba dates become a 'thing' because it's a comfortable, neutral ground. he's happy to share his favorite spot, and secretly pleased if you enjoy it too.
jf you tease him, he'll get flustered and look away, a slight blush creeping up his neck. it's adorable.
he starts using his fire side more in training to impress you, but he's also scared of hurting you.
training with you becomes something he looks forward to. he really enjoys analyzing your fighting style and strategizing with you.
he starts noticing the little things about you โ the way you laugh, the way you concentrate, the little quirks that make youย you.
he secretly asks fuyumi for advice on how to be a better friend, making her extremely happy.
if he sees others being rude or disrespectful to you, a flicker of cold fury passes over his face. he'll step in, but subtly.
he starts spacing out in class and ends up getting in trouble.
he asks you to show him your quirk again.
his resting face is now soft when he is around you, and it makes everyone notice.
dates are quiet, thoughtful, and often involve food of some kind. he likes taking you to hidden ramen shops or quiet parks.
physical affection is something he's still learning. he might start with gentle touches like holding your hand or putting an arm around you.
he worries constantly about his father. he will never be a man like him, and he is afraid you will think he will be like him.
he loves cuddling you. he's warm and cold at the same time, so you're always at the perfect temperature.
he'll open up about his family, but it takes time and trust. be patient and listen without judgment.
he wants to protect you and keep you safe, but he also respects your strength and independence.
heโll bring you small gifts โ a flower he found in the garden, a limited-edition soba flavor, or a book he thinks you'll enjoy.
he listens intently when you talk and remembers everything you say. he shows he cares by paying attention.
comforting him after a nightmare about his past might involve a hug and a promise to stay by his side.
he burns himself on purpose in order to feel something other than the burning desire he has for you.
he will do his best to be your partner despite his anxieties and worries. he will make sure to put you first.
he will always cook soba for you, and he will always ask you what he can do to be better.
he will be flustered when you kiss him, but he will kiss you back.
his favorite thing is listening to you ramble about books that you love.
he gives his whole heart to you and trusts you will take care of it.
he'll get jealous, but he won't show it... just expect extra cuddles and attention to you that day.
he's very protective of you and makes sure you're comfortable in every situation. he will be your safe haven.
he loves to hold your hand, especially if you're nervous or scared. it's his way of grounding you.
he will make sure to show how much he loves you.
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do i put your name down as kenz? :sweat:
yes ๐โ๏ธ
๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ข ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฆ๐ฒ๐ฌ๐๐ฅ๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐:
๐ก๐๐๐๐๐๐ง๐จ๐ง๐ฌ, ๐จ๐ง๐๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐ญ๐ฌ
๐๐๐ง๐จ๐ง ๐ฑ ๐ซ๐๐๐๐๐ซ
๐๐ก๐๐ซ๐๐๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ฌ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐๐ง๐ข๐ฆ๐/๐ญ๐ฏ ๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ๐ฌ
๐ ๐ง ๐๐ก๐๐ซ๐๐๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ฌ ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ญ๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ ๐ ๐๐ง๐๐๐ซ
๐จ๐ง๐ ๐๐ก๐๐ซ๐๐๐ญ๐๐ซ (๐ฆ๐๐ข๐ง) ๐ฉ๐๐ซ ๐ซ๐๐ช๐ฎ๐๐ฌ๐ญ, ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ ๐๐จ๐งโ๐ญ ๐ ๐๐ญ ๐๐จ๐ง๐๐ฎ๐ฌ๐๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ข๐ ๐ซ๐๐ช๐ฎ๐๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐ฅ๐ ๐ฐ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ !
๐ฐ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ ๐๐ก๐๐ซ๐๐๐ญ๐๐ซโ๐ฌ ๐๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ง๐๐ฆ๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐ง๐๐จ๐ฆ! ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ ๐๐จ๐งโ๐ญ ๐ ๐๐ญ ๐ฒ๐๐ญ ๐๐ ๐๐ข๐ง ๐๐จ๐ง๐๐ฎ๐ฌ๐๐ ๐จ๐ง ๐ฐ๐ก๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ก๐๐ซ๐๐๐ญ๐๐ซ ๐ข๐ฌ!!
๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐!
๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ข๐ง ๐๐๐ญ๐๐ข๐ฅ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐ฉ๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐๐ฌ!! ๐๐ฑ: [๐๐ก๐๐ซ๐๐๐ญ๐๐ซ] ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก [๐ซ๐๐๐๐๐ซ] ๐๐ฒ [๐ญ๐ซ๐จ๐ฉ๐]. ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ญ๐ซ๐จ๐ฉ๐ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐๐.
๐ง๐จ ๐จ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ข๐ง๐๐ฅ ๐๐ก๐๐ซ๐๐๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ฌ! ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐ง๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ ๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐ฒ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ก๐๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ฆ๐ ๐๐ฑ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐ข๐๐ง๐๐! ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฐ๐จ๐งโ๐ญ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ข๐ซ ๐ข๐ ๐ ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ ๐๐ก๐๐ซ๐๐๐ญ๐๐ซ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฒโ๐ฏ๐ ๐ง๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ข๐ซ ๐ฅ๐ข๐๐..!
๐ง๐จ ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐จ๐ข๐ฅ๐๐ซ ๐ฌ๐๐ง๐๐ข๐ง๐ . ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐๐จ๐งโ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐๐ง๐ ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐จ๐ข๐ฅ๐๐ซ๐ฌ. ๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐ข๐จ๐. ๐ข๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐๐ง๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ข๐ง ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐จ๐ข๐ฅ๐๐ซ๐ฌ, ๐ฌ๐๐ฒ ๐ข๐ญ. ๐๐จ๐งโ๐ญ ๐ญ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฆ๐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ก๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐๐ง๐ฌ, ๐ข ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ญ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ค ๐ข๐ง ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฉ๐๐๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ก๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐๐ง๐ฌ.
๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง๐๐ฅ ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐๐ง๐ญ: ๐ ๐ก๐๐ฏ๐ ๐ ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐ซ๐๐ ๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐ง๐ฒ ๐ซ๐๐ช๐ฎ๐๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ข ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐. ๐๐จ๐งโ๐ญ ๐๐ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ฒ ๐ข๐ ๐ ๐๐จ๐งโ๐ญ ๐๐๐๐๐ฉ๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ญ. ๐ ๐ก๐๐ฏ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐๐ง๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ฆ ๐ง๐๐๐๐ฌ๐ฌ๐๐ซ๐ฒ/๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ข๐๐ญ๐ ๐จ๐ง ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐.
ยฉ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ โ
๐ญ๐๐ ๐ฌ: ๐ค๐๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ค๐ข ๐๐๐ค๐ฎ๐ ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฑ ๐ซ๐๐๐๐๐ซ, ๐๐๐ค๐ฎ๐ ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฑ ๐ซ๐๐๐๐๐ซ, ๐ค๐๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ค๐ข ๐๐๐ค๐ฎ๐ ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฑ ๐ ๐ง! ๐ซ๐๐๐๐๐ซ
๐ฉ๐๐ข๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐ : ๐ค๐๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ค๐ข ๐๐๐ค๐ฎ๐ ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฑ ๐ก๐๐ซ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฎ๐๐๐ง๐ญ! ๐ ๐ง! ๐ซ๐๐๐๐๐ซ
!!๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐ซ๐๐๐๐ฅ๐ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐ซ @https-bakugo ๐๐๐ ๐๐จ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐ฌ ๐๐ฏ๐๐ง๐ญ!!
๐ฌ๐ข๐๐ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐: ๐ ๐๐จ๐งโ๐ญ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐ฎ๐๐ค ๐ ๐ฆ๐๐๐ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐๐ซ๐๐ข๐ง ๐ฐ๐๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐จ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐ ๐ซ๐๐๐ข๐ฉ๐ ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ..๐๐ฅ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐๐ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ค๐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐ข๐ฅ๐ ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ ๐ข๐ญ ๐จ๐ง๐ญ๐จ ๐ก๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐๐ฌ ๐๐ฉ๐ฉ ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ง๐จ ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐๐ญ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐
The classroom of 1-A buzzed with early morning energy as you slumped in your seat, desperately trying to avoid making eye contact with the explosive blonde sitting two rows ahead. Even from behind, you could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his spiky hair seemed to defy gravity with the same stubbornness as its owner.
Don't look at me, don't look at me,ย you silently chanted, knowing full well that Katsuki Bakugou had a sixth sense for when people were staring at him.
It had been three weeks since you'd transferred into UA's hero course, and you were still adjusting to the strange reality of being in the same class as your childhood friendโif you could even call him that anymore. Your mothers had been best friends since college, which meant you and Katsuki had spent countless afternoons together as children. You remembered a different Katsuki then: still competitive and loud, but he'd smile sometimes too.
That was before middle school, before his quirk developed fully, before the distance grew between you.
"Oi," a gruff voice broke through your thoughts, and you nearly jumped out of your skin. Somehow, Bakugou had materialized next to your desk during your daydreaming. "You're coming to my place after school. The witch been asking about you."
It wasn't a question. It never was with him.
"I have homework," you protested weakly, knowing it was a poor excuse.
His crimson eyes narrowed. "We have the same homework, dumbass. Bring it with you."
Before you could respond, he was already walking away, leaving a trail of whispers in his wake.
"Did Bakugou just... talk to the new kid?" "I didn't know they knew each other!" "Is it safe to be alone with him?"
The last comment made you snort quietly. If only they knew how many times Aunt Mitsuki had forced Katsuki to play house with you when you were six.
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"You've been avoiding me," Katsuki said bluntly as you walked the familiar path to his house. The cherry trees were in bloom, soft pink petals drifting down around you both.
"I haven't," you lied, adjusting your backpack strap nervously.
"Bullshit," he replied, but there was no real heat behind it. "You practically dive behind Deku whenever I look in your direction."
You winced. He wasn't wrong.
"It's just... weird, okay? Being in the same class again after so long. You're different now."
"So are you," he countered, giving you a sidelong glance that made your heart stutter. "You used to talk more."
"You used to listen more," you shot back, surprised by your own boldness.
For a moment, you thought you saw the ghost of a smile cross his face, but it was gone so quickly you might have imagined it.
"Whatever," he muttered, kicking a pebble with more force than necessary. "The old hagโs making spicy curry. She remembers it's your favorite."
The fact that he remembered too hung unspoken between you.
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"LOOK WHO'S HERE!" Mitsuki Bakugou's voice boomed through the house the moment you stepped through the door. Within seconds, you were enveloped in a bone-crushing hug that smelled of citrus perfume and home.
"It's been too long!" she exclaimed, holding you at arm's length to examine you. "You've grown so much! Masaru, come look how tall they've gotten!"
Katsuki's father appeared from his home office, wearing his usual kind smile. "Welcome back," he said warmly. "We've missed having you around."
"Thanks for having me," you replied, unable to stop the smile spreading across your face. You'd forgotten how much you'd missed this house, this family.
"Don't smother them," Katsuki grumbled, already heading upstairs. "We've got homework."
"Homework can wait until after dinner," Mitsuki declared. "Besides, I want to hear all about UA! Is my son behaving himself? He's not bullying you, is he?"
"SHUT UP, HAG!" Katsuki roared from halfway up the stairs.
You laughed, feeling the tension of the past few weeks start to dissolve. "He's actually really amazing in hero training," you admitted. "Everyone respects him."
Mitsuki's expression softened. "Is that so?" She glanced toward the stairs where her son had disappeared. "Well, don't tell him I said this, but I'm proud of the little brat."
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Dinner was a loud affair, just as you remembered. Mitsuki and Masaru asked about your parents, about your quirk training, about your impression of UA. Katsuki remained mostly silent, but you caught him watching you when he thought you weren't looking.
After helping clear the dishes (over Mitsuki's protests), you finally followed Katsuki to his room. It was neater than you expected, minimalist but with traces of his personality everywhere: a shelf of hero analysis books, weights in the corner, a poster of All Might that you remembered him getting for his tenth birthday.
"Your room hasn't changed much," you observed, setting your backpack down.
"Why would it?" he replied, dropping onto his desk chair and gesturing vaguely toward the bed. "Sit wherever."
You perched on the edge of his bed, suddenly hyperaware of being alone with him. It was ridiculousโyou'd spent countless hours in this very room as kidsโbut something felt different now. Maybe it was the way his UA uniform fit across his shoulders, or how his hands looked stronger than you remembered.
"Are you going to stare at me all night or are we going to do this homework?" he asked, not looking up from his notebook.
Your face burned. "S-sorry. Modern Hero Art History, right?"
For the next hour, you both worked in surprisingly comfortable silence, broken occasionally by a question about the assignment or a muttered curse from Katsuki when he made a mistake. It felt... normal. Nice, even.
"Why did you stop coming around?" he asked suddenly, his voice uncharacteristically quiet.
The question caught you off guard. "What?"
"Middle school. You used to come over all the time, then you just... stopped."
You set your pencil down, studying the pattern on his bedspread. "You started hanging out with those other guys. The ones who followed you everywhere. You seemed like you didn't want me around anymore."
His eyebrows drew together. "That's stupid."
"Is it?" you challenged. "You changed, Katsuki. You got meaner. Especially to Midoriya. I didn't know how to talk to you anymore."
He was silent for so long that you finally looked up, surprised to find him staring intensely at you. Something vulnerable flickered in his eyes before his usual scowl returned.
"Yeah, well. I was an idiot in middle school."
Coming from Bakugou, this was practically a heartfelt apology.
"We all were," you offered, a small olive branch. "But for what it's worth... I think you've changed again. For the better."
He turned back to his homework, but not before you caught the faintest blush on his cheeks. "Whatever. Hand me that textbook."
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Over the next few weeks, something shifted between you and Katsuki. You stopped avoiding him at school. He started waiting for you after hero training. Sometimes you'd study together in the common room, surrounded by your curious classmates who couldn't quite figure out your relationship.
"So... you and Bakugou, huh?" Kirishima asked one day as you were changing for gym class.
"What about us?" you replied, trying to sound casual.
"You're like the only person he doesn't yell at," Mina chimed in, eyes sparkling with interest. "Spill the tea!"
"We grew up together," you explained with a shrug. "Our moms are friends. It's not a big deal."
But it was becoming a big deal, at least to you. The more time you spent with him, the more you noticed things: the way his eyes crinkled slightly at the corners when he was truly amused, how gentle his hands could be when helping you with a training exercise, the protective way he positioned himself when villains attacked during your field training.
And worst of all, you were pretty sure Katsuki had noticed your noticing.
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"You're distracted," he growled during your Saturday training session. You'd taken to practicing together on weekends, away from the prying eyes of your classmates. "Your form is sloppy."
"Sorry," you mumbled, resetting your stance. "Let me try again."
He circled you, making minute adjustments to your posture. "Elbow higher. Center your weight." His hand brushed against your lower back, and you tried desperately not to react.
"Better," he approved, stepping back. "Now try to hit me."
You launched forward, quirk activated, aiming a strike at his midsection. He dodged easily, but you anticipated it, pivoting to catch his arm. For a moment, you thought you had him, but then the world tilted as he swept your legs out from under you.
You landed hard on your back, Katsuki following you down, his hand catching your wrist and pinning it above your head. His face hovered inches above yours, both of you breathing hard.
"Predictable," he said, but his voice sounded strangeโrougher than usual.
You were suddenly aware of every point of contact between your bodies, the weight of him partially above you. His eyes dropped to your lips for a fraction of a second.
"Katsuki..." you breathed.
He released you abruptly, standing and offering a hand up. "Again," he said, turning away. "And focus this time."
But focus was impossible now. Every touch, every glance felt charged with something neither of you was willing to name.
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The training camp was supposed to be an opportunity to improve your quirks, but all you could think about was the growing tension between you and Bakugou. You'd caught him watching you during meals, during training, during the rare moments of downtime. And you'd been just as guilty.
"Just talk to him already," Uraraka urged as you sat together by the campfire on the final night. "The suspense is killing all of us."
"I don't know what you're talking about," you replied, though your eyes automatically sought out Katsuki's spiky blonde head across the fire.
"Sure you don't," she giggled. "That's why you've been staring at him all night."
Before you could defend yourself, Aizawa announced it was time to turn in. You stood, brushing dirt from your pants, when a message buzzed on your phone.
Meet me by the lake. 10 minutes. -K
Your heart hammered against your ribs as you made your way to your cabin, changed quickly, and then slipped out into the darkness. The path to the lake was lit only by the stars and the waning moon, but you could have found your way blindfolded.
Katsuki was already there, sitting on a boulder near the water's edge, his back to you. The moonlight silvered his hair, softened the perpetual anger in his profile.
"You came," he said without turning around.
"You asked me to," you replied simply, coming to stand beside him.
For several long moments, neither of you spoke. The lake lapped gently at the shore, crickets singing in the undergrowth.
"You've been acting weird," he finally said, turning to look at you. "Weirder than usual."
"So have you," you countered.
"Because of you!" he snapped, standing suddenly. "Because you keep looking at me likeโlikeโ"
"Like what?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
"Like you want something from me," he said, stepping closer. "Like you're waiting for something."
Your breath caught in your throat. This was itโthe moment where you either took the leap or retreated to safety.
"Maybe I am," you admitted.
His eyes widened slightly, and for once, Katsuki Bakugou seemed at a loss for words. Then, with a frustrated growl, he closed the distance between you, one hand tangling in your hair as his lips crashed against yours.
The kiss was everything you'd imagined and nothing like you expectedโfierce but unexpectedly tender, demanding yet asking a question. You answered by wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
When you finally broke apart, breathless, he pressed his forehead against yours. "Took you long enough," he muttered.
You laughed, the sound bright in the quiet night. "Me? You're the one who's been glaring at me for weeks!"
"That's how I look at everyone," he protested, but his hands remained gentle where they held your waist.
"Not everyone," you corrected softly. "Not me. Not anymore."
Instead of arguing, he kissed you again, slower this time. In the gentle night beneath the stars, with the boy you'd known all your life but were just beginning to truly see, you felt something click into place. Like coming home after a long journey, to find that home had been waiting for you all along.
"We should get back," he said eventually, though he made no move to let you go.
"Five more minutes," you murmured against his lips.
For once, Katsuki Bakugou didn't argue.
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