I'm So Grateful For Him 🥹

a/n. short continuation of sober

"wh—what?"

bakugou shakes his head, eyes droopy. "i said, i want to kiss you."

your throat is now dry. "you must be joking."

"am not," he drawls. "i'm fuckin' sober."

at that, you let out an involuntary snort. "sure, big guy."

he frowns, pouting. "you don't believe me?"

your stomach flips at his challenge. you've spent all this time trying to suppress your feelings for him, and now he's making it all the more difficult?

when you don't answer, he simply asks another question.

"why did you resign? was there something i did or said that chased you away?"

"just personal reasons," you offer.

"like what?"

you shake your head, "i'm not obliged to give a detailed account of my reasoning to you. HR's the one in charge of that information."

"really?" he questions, voice small. "if i begged you to tell me, would you?"

"you? begging?" you cackle. if there's anything bakugou katsuki would most definitely not do, it's begging, let alone begging you—a mere sidekick.

"i would do it you know," he says like he's thought about it before and is now 100% sure of it. "i just need to know why you quit."

you're not about to tell him it's because you have a big, fat, embarrassing crush on him, so you lie through your teeth. "i'm planning to start my own agency with some pro hero friends."

almost instantly, bakugou deflates in his seat.

"oh."

"not that i hate my current job or anything," you quickly add before scrambling to conjure more lies. "it's just that—"

"do you hate me?" he asks out of the blue, you almost choke in surprise.

"no!" you exclaim, and you do so fervently because you don't. in fact, you have to leave because how you feel about bakugou is veering dangerously close to like.

he lets out a sigh of relief upon hearing your response. "good. i was...worried."

before you could even stop yourself, you ask: "why?"

at that, he shrugs, somewhat refusing to meet your gaze. "i think i like you, whatever the fuck that means."

your heart leaps to your throat. you scramble for an acceptable response.

"i liked having you as my boss, too, bakugou."

a pause.

"hah?"

your eyebrows furrow. "what?"

"i don't mean it that way, idiot." he shakes his head before heaving a sigh in exasperation. "i like like you. don't you get it?"

oh, god.

this can't be happening.

"...i don't think i do."

at that, he sighs again, visibly frustrated at your lack of understanding. "dumbass."

"hey!"

he shakes his head. "i've been dropping hints left and right. i can't believe you missed all of them."

if what he's saying is true, and with the knowledge you have of bakugou, those hints sure as hell weren't obvious. all he did was tease you, call you a plethora of nicknames including your actual one, refuse to have any other sidekick aside from you, and search for you in his drunken haze.

oh.

"fuck."

he snorts. "i agree."

you stand there in shock for what feels like an hour before regaining your capacity for speech.

"how am i supposed to know this isn't just some alcohol-fueled ruse?"

"confront me tomorrow," he says easily. "i'll have a hard time denying it."

literally just whipped this up in 30 minutes. i hope it wasn't too bad lmao

as always, reblogs and comments are much appreciated <3

he is sitting and pondering

volume 40. 📚

Traveling

winter au got me in a chokehold / sketch dump timelapse

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don't give up

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Match His Energy pt 2

"Why do I have to come with you," Bakugo grumbled as he and Kirishima walked up to your apartment together.

"I told you already," Kiri sighed. "Tetsutetsu was supposed to help me carry this table out for her but he pulled a muscle in the gym this morning. We'll be in and out fast, I promise."

"If you two start yapping I'm dragging you out."

Kirishima unlocked your front door himself with the spare key you gave him. "Furniture movers, at your service!"

"I'll be out in a second! You boys make yourselves comfortable," you called from the bedroom.

Bakugo sighed, glancing around the little one bedroom place you lived in. He's never been there before, obviously. You were Kirishima's friend after all. And he had no reason to want to be here either.

As Kiri went to check out the old dining table you were getting rid of, wanting to gauge how hard it'll be to move it, Bakugo's eyes naturally were drawn to the new dining table, already set up with a large vase of roses in the center.

"Sorry, I just got out of the shower," you said, hair still damp as evidence. You smiled at Kirishima, but looked a little confused when you saw Bakugo as well. "Oh. Hi. I thought Tetsu was coming to-"

"What are those?"

The question forces its way out before he can even try to stop it. He's glaring at the bouquet like they personally offended his entire family.

"Just a gift from a coworker," you shrugged.

"Oh shit, the muffin guy?" Kirishima asks. "He's graduated to flowers?"

"Yeah, he-"

Bakugo slid past Kirishima, angrily picking the heavy wooden table up by himself and carrying it effortlessly out your front door.

"I said no yapping," he grumbles, ignoring Kirishima's defensive 'you started it!'