Kota Miura As Bakugou Katsuki!!

izuku swears he doesn’t make noise when he gets up in the morning. 

your hours as a pro-hero are often funky, the times that you get up varying greatly from day to day — whereas your husband has a very fixed sleep schedule in order to get to his class on time. 

he’s very, very careful not to wake you when he crawls out of bed at 5:30 every morning, making sure the blankets are covering you from head to toe. his footfalls are almost silent as he creeps down the hall, he winces as the bathroom door creaks ever-so-slightly. 

but inside the bathroom itself? that’s where all hell breaks loose. 

izuku swears he’s quiet in the mornings. he makes a point of mentioning it to your friends, how dutiful a husband he is to let his hard-working spouse sleep in when you can. 

he doesn’t know that you can hear every cabinet open, every clatter of the brush on the sink, the beep of the stove turning on or his keys jingling about in his pocket. 

he doesn’t know that you’re awake when he presses a goodbye kiss to your forehead every morning without fail, doesn’t see the little smile you hide under the covers when he whispers that he loves you before going out the door to work. 

when he smiles at you like that, you can’t help but agree. as far as you’re concerned, he’s silent as a mouse!

the best husband ever, you tell him with a little laugh and kiss on his cheek. (not the quietest — not by a long shot — but the best husband on earth nonetheless.)

I hate when i’m reading a fan fic about izuku and they make him such a pussy.like no.

@/kt_qf3: 気づかれないと思った

maybe Izuku texting his study buddy and crushing on them?

.ᐟ one more session

i.midoriya smau

a/n: LITERALLY HAD THIS THOUGHT WHILE WRITING THE OTHER IZUKU SMAU YOU READ MY MINDDDD ANON

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i redownloaded the sims to make this

inspo from this pic

Hinata Shoyo would worship you like a goddess.

Every single step you take, every glance, every strand of you hair. Oh you shine so brightly in his eyes. Perfect in every way. Your loyal follower.

Never was there a time you felt unloved by this man. You know he loves you. He makes sure you know he loves you.

Peppering sweet little kisses from the tips of your fingers all the way to your knuckles and wrist. Not missing a single spot. Kissing you all the way until he reaches your lips. By then, he had already cupped your face and locked your lips. The way Shoyo would kiss you didn't feel you needed to get hot and dirty. No no, it was never sexual.

It was the type that would keep your head in the clouds, always in a state of euphoria. Red strings of fate entangling in a wonderful, lovely mess. He would whisper sweet nothings, like undying immortal confession of his love. Honey dripping with every syllable that rolls off his tounge.

Oh, how lucky you are to have a man this lovely. Like a follower praising his goddess.

(A/n: was screaming and dying inside writing this.) All rights reserved.

Yuji in squid game

In another world

“The Janitor’s Closet Incident”

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Katsuki Bakugo

Genre: Comedy, Chaos, Parental Meltdown, The Fear of God™

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It started with a phone call.

You picked up. “Hello?”

“Hi, this is U.A. Junior High. We need to speak with Haruki’s parent or guardian. It’s… regarding an incident.”

You immediately sat up straighter. “Is he hurt?”

There was a pause.

“…No. But you might want to sit down anyway.”

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Bakugo showed up to the school thirty minutes later, stomping through the front office like he was about to arrest someone. You trailed behind, apologizing for the murder energy radiating off your husband.

The principal met you both at the door. “Mr. and Mrs. Bakugo. Thank you for coming.”

“Where is he?” Bakugo growled.

The principal adjusted his tie, sweating slightly. “Uh, Haruki is in the guidance office. We… caught him in a compromising position.”

Bakugo’s eyes narrowed.

“Compromising how?”

The principal coughed. “He was found in the janitor’s closet… with a girl.”

Bakugo blinked. Slowly. Like his body had to buffer the information before rage kicked in.

“…I’m sorry. The WHERE?”

“We believe they were… kissing.”

Kissing.

You swore you could hear Bakugo’s soul leave his body.

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Haruki sat in the guidance office with a cold compress on the back of his neck. Not because he was injured—because the sheer panic had made him sweat so hard the nurse got concerned.

You walked in first. “Sweetheart…”

He looked up like a deer caught in a nuclear explosion.

“M-Mom—I swear—we weren’t doing anything bad!”

“Closet, Haruki?” Bakugo thundered behind you. “The janitor’s closet?! What are you, a soap opera character?!”

Haruki practically jumped out of the chair. “We were just kissing! I didn’t even—I mean—it was only for like ten seconds and—”

“TEN SECONDS?!”

You gently pushed Bakugo back before he combusted. “Let’s take a breath.”

“No!” he snapped. “First he nearly gives me a heart attack with his ‘alone time,’ then I have to give him the world’s most traumatic sex talk, and now he’s reenacting Riverdamndale in the broom closet?! What’s next? A hotel room?! A BABY?!”

Haruki was turning colors.

“I’m not gonna be a dad! I’m a kid! I don’t even know how to do laundry!”

“Damn right you don’t!” Bakugo pointed a finger like it was a loaded weapon. “And if I ever catch wind of you kissing anyone again without supervision, I’m sending you to a monastery.”

“A what?!”

“You’ll have a vow of silence and a celibacy contract by Monday!”

You snorted trying to hold back laughter. “Okay, okay. Enough. We’ll talk about this at home.”

Bakugo leaned down, eye-level with Haruki. “Do you know what I used to do to pervy boys in high school?”

“Traumatize them?”

“Worse. I gave ‘em tips.”

“Wait—what?”

Bakugo smirked. “And then I traumatized ‘em.”

Haruki groaned. “I need a new family.”

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Later that night…

Bakugo was pacing the kitchen. “A closet, babe. Like, with brooms and mops. That’s not even romantic!”

You sipped your wine. “Be glad it wasn’t the chemistry lab.”

Bakugo paused.

“…We’re homeschooling him.”

“are we concrete or something?”