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This is Not Divine Intervention

18+ minors DNI. bakugo x gn! reader. established relationship

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you can tell he’s upset just by the rough sound of dishes clattering as he puts them away in the kitchen.  you actually noticed something shift within katsuki’s demeanor about near the end of the dinner you just hosted with friends.  you don’t know what did it, but something caused his expression to go from neutral and pleasantly calm in the way he normally is around your friends to clenched fists and a twitch in his jaw to form that hasn’t stopped in the last twenty minutes.

“i was gonna help with those, babe.” you say as you enter the kitchen where katsuki’s back is turned to you as he finishes putting the last of the plates away.

“-t’s fine.” he states without turning his head. okay, so he’s upset with you since he couldn’t be bothered to turn his head to face you for a response.

just as he closes the cabinet you wrap your arms around katsuki and he noticeably stiffens before relaxing in your arms. “hey. what’s up? talk to me.”

katsuki lets out a huff of air before turning to face you. his lips are in a thin line and rolls his eyes before actually looking at you. “do you really think what you said earlier is true?” the look of confusion in your eyes prompts him to clarify. “the thing you said when your friend was talking about soulmates and that stuff.”

clued in on what he’s referencing, you remember how earlier in the evening when your relationship-obsessed friend was going on about soulmates and fate after one too many glasses of wine.

“i’m so serious! you and katsuki are the definition of a perfect pair. fate made the two of you just for each other! im soooo jealous. hey universe! when is it MY turn?” your friend said before pouting and leaning on your other bestie who was the designated driver for the night.

you chuckle a bit before smiling and giving your friend a response. “haha, yeah. i guess it is nice to have found someone who is so easy to be around it’s like breathing. i couldn’t have asked for a better soulmate.”

because you can’t help but agree. katsuki is the perfect person for you, and you can’t imagine life with anyone else at this point. loving him and feeling the love from him comes so naturally to you at this stage in your life that you do feel the two of you were always meant to be together.

it’s the way you both spent your youth so emotionally guarded just to let your walls down around each other after a month of knowing each other. when you would hang out with katsuki and not judge him for his harsh words or blunt personality the way other people would just write him off as mean upon first meeting him.  when you’d go out with friends and make silent comments to yourself that he’d always seem to hear and chuckle at the sarcastic remarks you’d make that you didn’t think anyone else would hear.

it's the memory of how nervous you both clearly were on your first official date and had random pauses of silence during your coffee date but they didn’t feel awkward. and before you knew it, the two of you had been hanging out in the corner of that café for hours, only leaving when a server politely informed you the shop was about to close.

katsuki walked you home from that first date and before you could walk inside he asked you to be his girlfriend because he wanted you to know he’s serious about being with you and doesn’t want you “chatting up any other losers in a coffee shop on dates besides him.”

after that first date, your relationship with katsuki just felt so easy and right. talking to him is easy. holding him in your arms always feels right. and it’s still smooth sailing three years later, so calling him your soulmate just makes sense.

but you know he hates hearing this cheesy kind of stuff so you’re grateful your friend brought this up while he was out of the room and couldn’t hear.

or so you thought.

and the timing starts to make sense of how you noticed the slight frown on katsuki’s face upon his return. the lack of one of his hands in your lap the way he normally does is apparent and the way his fists clenched at his sides for the rest of the time your friends were over.

you start to feel your face heat up at the realization that your boyfriend heard admit to saying something as corny as the two of you being meant for each other.

you still have katsuki in an embrace in the kitchen and now his arms have latched onto you as well. there’s nowhere to hide from his stare. “is that what made you upset this evening? that i said we’re soulmates? does that bother you?”

“it does, actually.”

now its your turn to tense and feel a sense of dread fill up within you.  “is there something wrong with saying we were made for each other?” katsuki rolls his eyes and you hear him “tch” as a response. “do you…not think we’re soulmates?”

“hell no.” the reply is immediate. you blink and try to take a step back but katsuki holds onto your waist a bit tighter with one hand and holds your face with the other so you can’t look away from him. apparently he has more to say.

“saying that we’re soulmates is crediting something else with the fact that we’re together. which is bullshit, because i chose you. and everyday i wake up and decide for myself that i love you, that i want to be with you. not destiny or some ‘string of fate’ crap. me.”

the whole time he’s talking, katsuki’s eyes are locked on your own. the look on his face is so sincere and you note that it’s as if those crimson eyes are searching for something in your own. the hand resting on your cheek pulls you closer until he’s pressing his forehead onto your own.

“katsu…” you say his name barely above a whisper because you don’t know exactly how to respond.

“i love you. and no one or nothing else decided for me that i wanna love you forever.” the last few words from katuski’s mouth comes out a bit shaky before the hand on your waist leaves your body only for katsuki to pull something out of his pocket and you see a box in his hand. “i wanna marry you because that’s what i want to do. not because some unknown force brought us together. and i want you to choose us too.”

you let out a shaky breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding in. of course the stubborn man in front of you would be bothered by the idea that something he couldn’t control made you think he loved you. and he won’t say it but you know that those searching glances were his way of seeking assurance that you actually choose to want him the way he wants you.

the realization that tears are falling down your face only hits you when the pad of katsuki’s thumb steadily brushes them away from your cheeks. you start crying a little more and let out a small laugh before saying “i want to marry you too, you jerk. had me worried you were actually mad at me.”

a gruff noise leaves katsuki’s throat. “i was mad at you, dumbass. crediting my love for you to something else as useless as ‘fate’ and shit.” you lightly smack his chest before pulling him closer and placing a kiss on his lips.

katsuki’s hand moves from your face to the back of your neck so he can hold you there and deepen the kiss.  you let out a soft hum before moving just an inch away from those lips you want on your own for the rest of your life to say one last thing.

“the choice to love you forever is all mine, katsuki. no one else’s.” you place a hand on top of his that’s holding the box with a ring in it. katsuki places your engagement ring on your finger and you look back up at him as he tosses the box somewhere else in the kitchen.

the corner of his mouth ticks up in that smirk he knows drives you insane. suddenly your feet have left the ground as katsuki pulls you up to hold you in his arms and start walking you towards your bedroom. “good. because now i’m gonna show you all the ways i choose to love my fiancée.”

you giggle before kissing him again on the way to your room. you also realize that loving katsuki bakugo is something more romantic than the idea of finding a soulmate.

BAUGOU DRIVING!!!

Studying with bakugo is almost NEVER studying with bakugo. The mf can yell at you to pay attention all he wants but a few seconds of it and you’re already back to yapping about the latest drama. Drawing little doodles on your paper (and a few on his) while you tell him about how kuroiro finally confessed to Komori from class 1b, and although he doesn’t like to admit it he’s paying more attention to your yapping then his studying. (Your the only person who can do that)

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“did you hear about kuroiro’s confession today?” you asked. you were laid on bakugou’s room floor, your notebook wide open with a few math equations along with a dozen of doodles.

you just asked him another silly question, one of the countless ones that you’ve already made in a hour.

bakugou already knew that you were a sociable person from the way you find a new person to talk to everyday, but he didn’t expect you to be this talkative.

truth be told, you’ve talked more than you have actually studied. which was the main reason why you had come to his room at nearly eight o’clock at night, close to his bedtime.

he only accepted the late study session was because the other reason for you to come was so he could speak with you privately. this was the best way he could do it secretly without being found out.

bakugou looked up from his textbook, directly at you. “no. not that i even care about that stuff anyway.”

your chin rested in the palm of your hand, silently drumming your fingers against your cheek.

“it’s hilarious though, cmon!” you pleaded with a small smile on your face.

“we’re supposed to be studying, y/n. did you forget that you didn’t exactly ace that test?” he rhetorically asked.

you pursed your lips together in a thin line, looking away from bakugou and back onto your textbook. you were dumb enough to even think you could gossip with bakugou.

he offered to help you study, not to bond more as friends clearly.

you picked up your pencil and began to write the equation that was written in the hardbook next to you.

hearing that there was no response from you, bakugou internally began to slightly panic. it was never like you to just shut up so easily. he couldn’t help but come to the conclusion that he came off too rude.

it’s not that he didn’t want to hear you speak, he just didn’t want to make his crush on you so obvious. he was trying so hard to be his normal self which was much harder towards you than he thought.

bakugou placed his textbook down, leaning back into the palm of his hands behind him. “what did that extra do?”

almost immediately, you released the pencil that was in your hand and made eye contact with the ruby eyed male in front of you. a smile tugged on your lips, one that bakugou couldn’t help but think was so fuckin’ cute.

“he made her a bouquet of mushrooms, because you know, her whole mushroom quirk thing. he tried to give it to her discreetly but someone walked past and made it a whole big deal.” you described. “honestly, i feel bad cause i think they’re both kinda shy. they probably didn’t want that attention.”

bakugou unknowingly listened to every word of yours, feeling himself being drawn into you. what was it about your voice that made it so compelling for him?

if it were anyone else like stupid shitty hair or raccoon eyes, he’d shut it down immediately, not caring about a single word they had to say about it.

but, he found it a little more difficult than usual to refuse when it came to you.

he snickered. “public confession? what a romcom move of him.”

you looked back down, noticing bakugou’s blank paper. out of boredom, you grasped onto his notebook. you started to doodle on the small square in the upper left corner; a couple of hearts, stars, dots to make it less bland.

“i think it was sweet. it’s hard to confess already, but to do it in front of an audience? takes guts honestly.”

bakugou watched you draw on his paper. he felt a little jump in his heart, some part of him liking the fact that you took initiative to add your own touch to something of his.

something so stupid. so small. but he couldn’t help but feel a tad giddy.

bakugou sat upright, gulping nothing but his own saliva. “is that something you would like?”

at first, bakugou curses at himself. why would he ask something like that? something that could definitely give away his small crush on you. but he remained his same stone-cold look.

you looked up at bakugou, noticing his eyes softening slightly before returning to their original position.

you thought about it long before responding. “nah. don’t think that’s something i’d really prefer. i’d like a simple confession with just the two of us.” you described.

it seemed a little weird to you that you were casually speaking of your own relationship preference with bakugou, but you tried your hardest not to think too much about it.

you assumed he was only trying to make small talk.

“good.” again, with bakugou’s one worded response. even though he didn’t add more to his sentence, his eyes lingered with yours. as if he was deciding something or carefully analyzing you. but it was a different look. not a competitive, angry look. but rather a tender look. one you have never seen bakugou wear, ever.

suddenly, he looked away, back onto his textbook. you seemingly didn’t mind considering the small tingle you were receiving in your face.

bakugou looked over his shoulder, begging to anyone even the gods above to remove the deep-set blush that was occurring on his face.

the male cleared his throat. “alright, let’s fuckin’ study. gossipin’ and yappin’ won’t help you get a better damn test score.” he chose the defensive route to move on.

you silently agreed with a nod. but, your mind goes back to the thought that you successfully just gossiped with the katsuki bakugou. the one that’s listed to only care about being the number one hero.

you bit the inside of your cheek to hide a smile as you tapped your pencil against your notebook.

just now, a kaleidoscope of butterflies slipped through the cracks of your stone wall, entering your stomach, and began to harvest a life within that had bakugou’s name branded on it.