One Of The Most Frustrating Things About You Not Being His Yet Is That Katsuki Doesn’t Have The Right

Hi I'm back. If you have time can you do Bakugou, and Kiri (poly preferably but if you not comfortable that's ok) with a partner that has a shit ton of stuffed animals on their bed and like every time they go to cuddle they have to move them but it's kinda cute seeing their partner cuddle up with them. Please make sure to take care of yourself and drink your water love

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Poly! Bakugou and Kirishima with a partner who loves stuffed animals ( x reader headcanons)

>I'm so sorry this took so long :) I did the event in-between and after took quite the long break <3 I hope you can enjoy it regardless <3

Just tons of fluff! Gender-Neutral reader in a poly relationship with bakugou and kirishima !

I feel like the first time they truly saw your plushie collection both of their jaws just dropped-

Like you had mentioned before that you loved collecting them, or talked about how moving them out of the way was just part of your nightly routine by now

but they truly didn’t expect you to have THAT many? It’s honestly impressive how you’ve managed to expand your collection to this degree, in their eyes it’s almost a skill

Bakugou would ask if this is some kind of joke, or if you actually realigned them on your bed every morning-

while Kirishima would chuckle to himself and give you a head pat- “You’re so cute baby-let me help you make some room for us yeah?”

While you try to explain to your blonde boyfriend that yes, this is nonnegotiable and yes he has to help set them back up tomorrow morning, he rolls his eyes and complains

but secretly he’s gushing about how cute it is that you still collect something like this, and finds the way you care for them all, giving them a squeeze or a hug before putting them away, really adorable

From then on they’ll try and help you to keep them stored and ordered-

Bakugo still comments on how this is a stupid waste of time- but will always and without question remember their names and where you like them situated

Kirishima and Him would check what brands you like or what animals you prefer and get you more whenever they can, helping you build your collections

Also, Kirishima would add a crimson riot plushie into the mix and hope you don’t notice

when you do notice he just says their plushie families are moving together just like them, and that it’s a must

With a scoff but a very visible blush, Bakugo would just mutter on about how cheesy that is of him-

Also will coo to each other about how cute you look if you fall asleep with them

either one or more plushies tightly squeezed in your arms, as both of them place a tender forehead kiss on your temple and whisper to each other-

Their precious cutie being so adorable just gets them all warm and fuzzy

and as much as Bakugo might complain, both you and Kirishima know he’d do anything in the world to spend the nights with both of you :)

He loves the cuddling up and intimacy that comes with sharing a bed

Kiri is way less shy about it, loud and proudly admitting how much he adores your cute side and how sharing a bed with his lovers is his favorite thing

In general, they’d be really cute about it

[12:18]

You are a steadily flickering candle in Bakugou’s dim world. He’s not gloomy or upset or tortured– no no, he quite likes the dark.

His mom has always competed with the sun. Bakugou rose first in his childhood home because beating the sun meant a few hours of peace. He wakes up slowly and heavily like he’s shifting under soil. The blankets slip into the creased shapes of his body. In those first few minutes of dark the whole world is buried underground.

Now that he lives with his idiot classmates he sleeps early. Bakugou likes to pull the curtains closed as the sun sets and melt deeply into his too-soft pillow before his eyes can adjust to the dark. Making breakfast alone at dawn, training as loud as he wants to be in the gym across campus lit only by the fires of his quirk. Even at high noon he likes to shower with the lights off, for in these rare moments of dark Bakugou can finally think slowly without competition to worry about. If he lived a quieter life he might even get bored, but blessedly his friends barely spare him a sneeze in peace.

Walking through the halls is like trying to hide from fireworks. Running into Deku is as safe as watching a solar eclipse. He’s blinding and always has been; Bakugou startles every time the fucking kid flashbangs with a ‘good morning!’ or a ‘Kacchan!’ Sparkplug might as well be an electrical fire and Mina makes a blaring siren look like an insult to emergency vehicles. Kirishima is at least tolerable. He shines pink like a happy lighthouse but you still can’t look at him directly for too long.

You though. Bakugou didn’t even notice at first the way you could only be seen in periphery. In the blaring bustle of class and patrol you stayed soft and easy to see. As noisy as the rest but not blinding. Like crouching on the beach and watching a sparkler come to life in your hand. Like polished bells.

If you woke up early enough you might catch him in the kitchen and twinkle sleepily past him like a shooting star through the common room. ‘Mornin’ you’d grumble through a yawn and candlelight would peek out between your fingers when you covered your mouth.

Titling his head slightly to glance at you in class. A halo of gold outlined your body anytime he let himself linger on you like this. Sometimes he saw nothing but you illuminating the vast expanse of peaceful dark. Easier to look at but still warmer than the sun. Maybe the sun couldn’t compete. Oh jesus the sun would probably love you-

“Oi Dynamight,” you murmur.

Bakugou jumps. His cheek falls out of his hand and his elbow slips off the desk. You weren’t the radiant moon basking above rising tide– you were straddling the back of your chair lazily to chat with Uraraka behind you.

Tch, he spits and turns his head quickly towards the window instead.

Your cheek squishes lazily onto your friend’s desk, “you look red, feeling okay?”

“Don’t get us all sick before midterms dude,” Uraraka adds.

Bakugou doesn’t get sick, your sleepy moonglow smile just makes him ache. Not like a sunburn. It’s like being too comfortable in bed for too long. Like a good stretch.

happy birthday katsuki (*ᴗ͈ ˬᴗ͈ )

Redraw them I did

(This is a redraw from their stage actors!!)

Gotta love Kacchan

BAKUGOU KATSUKI — outfits

ig credit: laurasreadingtime

i keep going back to this thought of like adult, pro-hero, brick-wall-of-a-man bakugou still being just so insecure. like he works hard for his body and he's not stupid, he knows that it's strong and is what it needs to be for his line of work, for being a pro, for protecting those that he loves—but he's always had an issue with...people.

yeah, as an older man, that's fallen away some and he's learned to let go of all the little battles he wants to start, how to ignore challenges that aren't there, but he's still bakugou, and people have this perception of him and his personality and attitude and he knows it's not unfounded, but...what good is there to say about him, really? that he's got a fit body? big fucking whoop.

a hot body isn't what's gonna keep you around.

and it's frustrating, because you smile at him and laugh at the shitty things he says and you forgive him, even when he can't apologize, and you understand the space he just needs sometimes. there are days when he wants to sleep alone because he'd done it all of his life, until you came around, and there are days he doesn't want to speak—to you or anybody—because every little thing is grating on his nerves, there are days when he wants to get out of the house and fuck off to hike, somewhere far without cell service, and only come back once he's sweaty and tired and in need of a shower.

and that's—he's not stupid. who wants to put up with that? him, and all that he entails? all you have to just accept, because he doesn't know how to change it.

it's not as if he doesn't want to spend time with you; some days that's all he wants. your attention, your touch, your little affections, your approval. a reminder that you do still love him, even after everything, and yeah, you say it every night and every morning and before you hang up the phone, but—what about all the times in between? even when he wants to be alone, he still thinks about you, too much maybe, for how much space he's willingly created for himself.

the face you make when you eat something too soon from the oven or when you pretend not to cry at some stupid movie. the shirt you wore last thursday and how well the color looked against your skin. how warm you are first thing in the morning, when he rolls over to make sure you're still there. what you smell like right out of the shower—do you smell like him, on the days you wear his shirts out of the house? does it make you think about him, too, all day? do you even like the way he smells or the way he dresses? how he cuts his hair or the shoes he wears on casual days, when he doesn't have to go work and he's not having dinner with his witch of a mother?

you're...attracted to him. right? gotta be, because if you aren't then all you have is his personality and that—there's just no fucking way. you've gotta be, because you kiss him and touch him and bother him in the shower and sometimes he looks at you across the table and you're giving him this look that drives him fucking crazy and—he's just bad at asking for things, for anything. 'specially for you.

sometimes you make him feel like a virgin fucking schoolboy, that doesn't know how to touch or be touched and so he does petty shit, little things that are supposed to drive you crazy, too. not like he really knows for sure, because the minute you look too long when he's shirtless, he wants to launch his own embarrassing ass off a cliff. he'll never admit to it, but yeah, he eats strawberries that way on purpose, messy while watching you, and he stands at the edge of your bed in a low-slung towel until he's nearly dry, just furthering some mindless conversation so that you'll stay awake and looking at him. when he's at the gym, he'll send a snapchat he took way too long posing for, just to respond with a "yeah", or he'll pretend he doesn't know why it's a big deal that he decided to forgo boxer briefs under his sweatpants.

bakugou wants to be wanted, but he doesn't know how to make himself worth wanting, and doesn't know how to ask either—but he's learning; placing his face between your shoulderblades when he wants you to turn to him in bed, resting his forehead on your knee when he's sorry and can't say why, drawing a heart on a sticky note, quick and shitty, before he has time to get embarrassed, nipping at the skin under your earlobe when he wants you, the blush on his cheeks probably searing into the skin of your neck.

insecure but trying, trusting. isn't that what love is anyway?

b

Comforting Them Pt. 2

Ojiro, Shoji, Momo, Koda, Shinsou, Monoma, Tamaki, Aizawa, Hawks, Dabi, Shigaraki, Toga

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Ojiro

Ojiro was another one to not have many bad days, but when he did have them, he didn't get mad or moody. Just all sad. Of course, you are there to cheer him up whenever it's needed.

One day, after a long stressful day, he needed some cuddle time with you as you rubbed his back. So when he got home and saw you at the table, on your phone, he immediately went and hugged you from behind.

You smiled back at him. "I didn't hear you come in, hey." You kissed his cheek.

"I missed you," He whined and you chuckled softly, grabbing your phone and standing up.

"Lets get you changed and lay down, okay," You ask, already knowing the answer.

"Okay," He says quietly, kissing your cheek, which made your smile brighter.

You got him up to your guy's bedroom and threw him clothes. He got changed, along with you and you laid down so he could lay on you chest.

When you started rubbing his back, his taild wrapped around your leg, making you smile.

You put him to sleep pretty easily and you woke up with him absolutely glued to you.

Shoji

After a long day of listening to Bakugou's yelling and Denki accidentally electrocuting him, he was over it. You were in the shower when he got home and took no time to join you.

He startled you at first, since you didn't hear him, but quickly recovered and kissed him.

"Hey babe! How was work," You ask, wrapping your arms around his hips.

He sighed and used every arm to pull you close to him. "Fucking terrible."

You frowned and started kissing his cheek. "You wanna talk about it?"

He goes on about his long and annoying day as you rub his back and use your nails to scratch it gently. He sighed at the feeling and laid his head on your shoulder.

"Come on. Lets clean up and have some dinner. I haven't eaten yet and I know you haven't," You say, moving up to kiss him.

He kisses back, happy to finally have you in his arms. "Okay. Turn around, let me clean you," He says, using three hands to turn you around, the other three grabbing stuff to clean you.

You giggle gently and let him clean you and you do the same for him before you get out the shower and make dinner for him.

Momo

Momo was known as the "rich girl" in school. Well at least outside of class 1-A and 1-B anyway. They knew her well enough. But the rest of the school was convinced she got where she was with money.

She hated this, but never brought it up. Especially when her classmates, and even some kids from class 1-B defended her when they heard this. No because Kirishima almost punched a third year, Bakugou as back up.

So some people thought she bought her place in class? So what? And so what that they never suspected Iida even though they were equal in about everything? It doesn't matter. It just doesn't.

She tried to convince herself of this, but no matter how many times this was repeated, it never stuck. She still broke down over it, and then kept it to herself. You just happened to accidentally walk in on one of her breakdowns, while trying to give her the bag she left behind.

Now you sat on her bed, as she was silent and cried on the floor.

"Momo-," She cut you off, throwing an empty water bottle at your head and shook her head.

"No talking," You sighed with a nod. Instead, you sat by her and she instantly moved to lean into your side.

After a few minutes, she mumbled into your shoulder, "Okay, I wanna talk about it."

This led to her yelling at you. Okay, not AT you, but yelling as if to get her frustration out, pacing the room.

"I worked just as hard as ANYONE ELSE to get here! I can't go one day to walk down the hall without hearing "Daddy's Money" and its unfair!"

"Momo-"

"You NEVER hear Iida and Todoroki being called out for being rich! No, because they are men so they MUST'VE earned their place while I'm just a measly little lady who can't be smart or be strong!"

"Babe, I know-"

"I constantly stress myself out to earn my good grades just to be constantly bullied every single day by people that don't know me! It's embarrassing and its fucking degrading and I HATE it! They make me so angry-"

You covered her mouth and pinned her against the wall, catching her attention. "I understand, I get it, and we can continue to talk about this but it's 8 PM and you're yelling honey. I don't think you want the whole dorm building to hear, huh?"

Momo nodded, face turning red like she was embarrassed. You uncovered her mouth and kissed her. "Don't be embarrassed, it's okay. We can even go on a ride so you can yell all you want."

"...I would like that," She nodded.

"Okay, lets go."

By the way the class was ten times more defensive after that, they definitely heard all of it.

Koda

You stared at the snake in Koda's enclosure. You were at his house, helping with his daily check in. His room was huge, cage after cage with animal after animal.

"So why are you getting rid of the snake," You asked, looking over to where he sulked on his bed.

"Well... Snakes eat mice... And I have a hard time feeding him," Koda looked almost disappointed. "I feel bad because I know hes hungry but I get sad hearing the mice struggle."

You couldn't help but smile at him, at how kind hearted he was. "Listen babe, I'll feed the snake while you... Go feed brownie," You remember the three legged cat that hadn't been fed yet.

"Are you sure," He looked up to you and you kissed him.

"Mhm, and I'll let you know when he's done eating and everything so you don't have to walk in on it," He nodded and stood up, leaving.

You stared at the snake, nodding slightly. "I got this. Two mice, and it won't need to be fed for another week. Yep, I got this. For Koji."

You took hold of one of the mice and made the mistake of looking it in the eyes. "...oh no, you're cute... Like a little snowball... There are two other mice anyway."

You fed him the other mice with your eyes closed, then sighed as you closed the cage. You looked to the last mouse and your heart dropped.

"You're not snowball... SNOWBALL!"

Shinsou

Shinsou loved and cherished his sleep, when he could get it. Having insomnia did NOT help in the slightest.

So insomnia mixed with a mission that was constant for a week, no room for sleeping, made him very grumpy and frustrated.

All the heroes that worked that week were so tired, they were hallucinating and were taken to the hospital. He refused it though, just wanting to see you.

He sat in the car that drove him home, feeling like he was flying, and about to pass out. He kept hearing things. Bangs, scratches, whispering, quiet yelling. It felt like spiders were crawling over him.

Next thing he knew, he was at the door, Denki holding him up.

'Was Denki the one driving me,' He thought  as he stared at Denki like he had two heads.

(Denki and Jirou weren't at the mission, just there to take Shinsou home to you. So they were completely fine.)

You heard the knock at the door while watching TV in your bedroom and got up, jogging downstairs. Your eyes widened when you saw Denki and Jirou at the door, holding Shinsou up between them.

"Hey Y/N! Before you freak out, he's 100% fine. Just hasn't slept for a week. He just needs sleep," Denki was quick to explain, calming you down.

"He looks like that because he's hallucinating. But he isn't in pain for anything," Jirou explained and you opened the door more, letting them in.

Shinsou looked to Jirou. 'When did she get here?'

"Just set him on the couch. I got him from there," You said, sighing.

They did just that, you thanked them and they left. You went in front of Shinsou, getting on your knees, your hands on his knees, and he didn't react in the slightest.

"'Toshi, baby, can you say something," You ask and he jumps a little.

"Wh- what..." 'Why is Y/N on the mission with me? She isn't a hero,' he thinks, not aware of much. "Wh- why are... Why are you here? I- it's not sa- safe," he stutters out.

"Baby you're home. We're both safe. Look around," You say rubbing his cheek gently.

He does and when he realizes he's home, he kind of freaks out. 'What happened? I was just fighting...' His thoughts are interrupted by that stupid banging, and looks around for it.

"What are you looking for, Hitoshi," You ask, confused.

"Th- the ban- banging."

You listen but here nothing. You chalked it up to the hallucinations. You move his face towards you.

"Can you make it to the bedroom," You say softly.

'Bedroom? I'm on a mission... No, why is Y/N here? It's isn't safe for her.' His thoughts were going crazy, the noises came back, the crawling feeling came back and he just broke down in tears.

"I c- can't fucki- fucking th- think," He practically shouts and you frown.

You pull him close and kiss his forehead as he cried. "It's okay, it's okay 'Toshi. I'm here."

He gripped onto tightly and you pull him on you as you lay down. He cries into your neck, not being able to stop the noises, and the feelings surrounding him... Until you grab his attention.

"Listen to me, baby. You're home and safe. I'm safe. The mission is over. I know whatever is happening right now is driving you crazy but it's okay. Go to sleep. You don't need to stay awake," You whisper gently in his ear, rocking him gently and rubbing his back.

"B- but the mi- missi-" You swiftly cut him off.

"The mission is over. You succeeded. You can sleep now, 'Toshi. You saved everyone. Just go to sleep," You say now moving to his hair.

After like 10 seconds, you feel his body go limp and his eyes close as he goes into a very deep sleep, relaxed by your magical hands and words.

It was over a day when Shinsou ACTUALLY woke up. He woke a few times to use the bathroom but fell right back to sleep.

He was starving, didn't feel like moving, he felt dirt after not showering for so long, his head hurt and was thirsty as hell.

Of course, you were there to help him. You made him lots of food and didn't make him get out of bed to eat it, got him tons of water, got him medicine for his headache, and then got him in a bath.

He didn't feel like standing or moving for long so you went with bath rather than a shower. You got in, straddling him and cleaning him up, while also rubbing his sore muscles.

All while you did, he whispers how much he loved you and missed you while he was on the mission.

You let him relax after cleaning him and he wants nothing more but to hold you, so you let him.

Despite the shitty state he was in, he couldn't be happier with you in his arms.

Monoma

Monoma was a cocky bastard but he had his insecurities as well. ONLY you got to see this. He was insecure about multiple things.

His looks, his height, his weight and even his personality. He wanted to change his personality, truly, but couldn't. Especially when you loved him the way he was. When he was feeling insecure, he went to you, and let me tell you, you HYPED him up.

One night, he had off work, and was waiting for you to come home.

See, he kept himself pretty skinny but stronger and he never really LIKED it, but it was useful for copying different quirks and keeping his body ready for a quick change of quirks.

He didn't like looking in the mirror and seeing that he was as skinny as he was. But he couldn't change it, since it would interfere with his hero work.

He was thinking about this that night, sitting on the couch, waiting for you to come home and cheer him up.

He didn't hear you come in or call his name but did feel you climb onto his lap.

"Hey, what're you thinking about so deeply? You didn't hear me," You say, kissing his forehead.

"...do you love me," He asks quietly, like he was expecting a no.

You looked at him weirdly. "Of course I love you, I love you more than anything. Why," You run a hand through his hair.

He ignores your question. "Do you love my body," He asks, voice kind of shaky now.

You frown. Of course, you've seen him break down before, being married for a year, but together for 5. So you caught onto what was wrong.

"Babe, of course I love your body. It's perfect," You say, pouting and kissing him gently.

He can't help but kiss you back, pulling you close. "You always make me feel better."

You laugh softly. "I barely said anything."

"Still, it made me feel much better Y/N," He says, rubbing your back and kissing your jaw.

"Come on dork, it's bedtime. We're gonna cuddle and go to sleep," You say, pulling him up and to the bedroom.

He just follows and obliges, knowing it made you happy.

Tamaki

He didn't have having bad days, as far as he was concerned. The anxiety attacks and being nervous were just part of his daily life now, so he was used to it.

But ever so often, they got to the point where he actually couldn't breathe and panicked even more, because he couldn't take an actual breath, making it worse. This was happening one day, after a successful mission.

Successful meaning you and the rest of the heroes got all the people that were alive, out, and got the villains. Now you worked with Fat Gum at his agency, and were always there to help with panic or anxiety attacks that Tamaki had.

So you were with him on this mission.

You've been a hero for more than 2 years longer than him and his friends, so you were used to seeing very graphic things, and didn't think much of it.

But Tamaki was a different story.

Like the great hero he was, he kept his cool during the mission, so you really didn't think much of him seeing all the bodies and blood. It wasn't until after the mission, you noticed how every single younger hero looked traumatized.

Nejire, Mirio, Tamaki, and Kirishima. They looked like they were going to pass out.

"Damnit, we forgot about how they're new to the bigger missions," Fat Gum says from beside you.

"Uh huh," you say, agreeing. Now that you remember, the scene was extremely gruesome and couldn't have been great for one of their first missions as actual proheroes.

Tamaki, along with the rest of them, couldn't get the picture of the scene out of their head.

Then he passed out. You were quick to catch him before he hit his head on the hard, marble floor. The rest looked like they were going to do the same.

Fat Gum got some people to calm them down while you took care of Tamaki. All of them were having panic attacks in less than five minutes.

Tamaki was probably having the worse one he's ever had, but you were able to get him to look at you, through his struggled breathing and full on panic.

"I know, I know, it was scary. I'm so sorry you had to see that. But Tama, baby, I need you to focus on breathing. I know it's hard to think about anything else but I need you to really focus," you say, holding his face.

You guys sat in the corner of the room, you hiding him from eyes, knowing he hated to be seen by anyone but you during these.

He listens to you and really, really fucking tries.

"There you go, Tama. You're doing great. So great. Just keeping doing that," you say as you feel his breathing get better in the slightest.

After a minute or two, he speaks. "I- I feel li- like throwing up."

You get a trashcan and put it in front of him, and he threw up. You rubbed his back and looked back to see the rest of them doing the exact same thing.

When he was done, you noticed his head was struggling to stay up.

"Are you just dizzy or do you feel like you're going to fully to pass out," You ask, holding his head straight.

"Dizzy," He crokes out.

You nod and pull him close, his head against your chest, arms wrapped around you. He held you like his life depended on it.

It was a long night for the four of them, and you drove Kirishima to Bakugou's place, Mirio to his Dad's, Nejire to her Dad's and Tamaki went home with you.

You walked into your shared apartment and you went straight to the bathroom after take your shoes off. He was very quiet. More than usual.

So you started a shower and got him in it. You washed all the dirt and blood off of him, and he stood there, silent and wanting to get the images out of his head.

"Turn around, baby," You say softly, and he turns to face you. You massage his chest and kiss him gently. "I love you so much, Tama."

"I love you too, Y/N," Ye says, softly. 

You move him under the water and start to wash his hair of all the dried mud and blood.

"Are you hungry," You ask, scratching at a spot where mud had fully dried.

He nodded his head as you finally got the mud out. "Well, I'm clean and everything so how about you finish up here and I go make us some food, okay," You ask and he nods.

You kiss him gently before getting out and getting dressed before going downstairs and making what you could with the stuff you had.

Once he's done, he walks downstairs and sits down at the table. You hand him some food, and he starts to eat slowly.

You stand behind him and rub his back and run your hand through his hair.

After half of it of his food gone, he looked sick again. You got him the trash can and he threw up. You weren't surprised. You did this on your first gorey mission too.

"I'm sorry," Tamaki whispered, after he threw up.

"You don't have to apologize for anything. You can continue to eat or not, whatever you feel comfortable with. I'm going to go check on the rest of them, okay," You ask, running your fingers through his soft hair.

"You're leaving," He questions, looking up to you with a worried face.

"Oh no. Just calling them. I'm staying here as long as you need me," You kiss his forehead and move to the other room to call Bakugou.

He answers with a groan. "Who the fuck is it?"

"Drop the attitude. I'm calling to check on Kirishima," You say, rolling your eyes.

"Oh. L/N. He's uhm... Is it normal for him to be throwing up this much," He asks, sounding worried.

"Uh..." You heard Tamaki throw up again. "Yes, Tamaki's doing the same thing. Make sure he gets rest and water and he should be fine... Don't be surprised if there are nightmares," You leaned against the wall behind you.

"You never told me what happened," He says, like you're dumb.

"We went on a mission with Fat Gum, Tamaki, Nejire and Mirio. It was worse than we thought it was when we got there. There were a lot of bodies and blood. Not something they should be seeing so early on in hero work," You explain, banging your head slightly.

"So... He just saw a gruesome scene," He seems like he trying to understand the problem there.

"I know it doesn't SOUND bad, but you weren't there. All the blood on him? That was just from getting survivors out, with no fighting. It's hard for someone his age to see something like that, whether you want to believe it or not, Bakugou. Now I gotta call Mario's and Nejire's dad. Keep me updated," You say, and hang up after he agrees.

The same thing was happening with Mirio and Nejire. After making sure they were OKAY though, you got back to Tamaki and put him to bed.

It took him a good hour to fall asleep in your arms but eventually, did.

You watched him sleep and hated how that day went.

Aizawa

Like Shinsou, he loved his sleep, which was hard to get when being a teacher and a hero. So when he went a few days without a minute of sleep, he was grumpy as fuck.

You also had your job so you didn't see him a lot, but kept calling him to check up. You noticed how snappy he got with you, which was rare to say the least.

You got home one night and saw Shinsou and Eri on the couch.

"Thank god you're home," Eri says, jumping into your arms, and you put her on your hip. She was starting to get too big for that.

"What's wrong," You ask, feeling the tension in the room.

"Dad's in a mood. He didn't yell at us or anything but he snapped at me. Eri has never seen it so it kinda freaked her out," Shinsou says, standing up and hugging you. "Welcome home though."

You smiled softly, hugging him back. "Thank you. And Eri, you know how to get grumpy when you haven't had your nap," You ask, propping her up higher on your hip after she nods. "That's what Dad is going through. He's okay and he's not mad at you or Shinsou. Just tired."

"Ooooh! Okay," she yells, understanding.

"Here, I'll get her ready for bed. I don't know when he'll be back from patrol," Shinsou says, taking Eri and she holds onto him, clearly not tired.

Shinsou was very tall now, so you had to tiptoe to kiss the top of his head. "You know I appreciate it when you take care of her."

Shinsou smiles softly and kisses the side of your head. "I know you do, Mom. Don't worry about it."

"Okay. Go do what you have to do. I'm gonna call your Dad," You said, ruffling his alresdy messy hair.

You went up to the bedroom and called Aizawa and immediately, he sounded ticked off.

"What," He asked, sounding annoyed with you.

"Just wanted to check up on you," You said, knowing snapping back at him would do nothing.

"I'm fine, Y/N. Why the hell would you call me just for that," He said, making you feel stupid.

Scratch the whole snapping back thing.

"I'm sorry I'm worried about my husband, after I come home to both of our kids worried about you as well. I know you're tired and haven't slept, but you better think before you have an attitude with your caring and loving wife, m'kay," You say, not with an attitude persay, but there was a tone there.

He went silent before speaking up. "I'm sorry, I know I've been fucking moody and all of that. I am done with patrol in like 30 minutes and I'll be home to get sleep and calm down."

"Okay, babe. I love you," You say, sitting down.

"I love you too," He says before you hang up.

About 45 minutes later, he gets home and you are there to greet him. You wrap your arms around his neck and he hugs you as you kiss him.

"Bedtime," You say, pulling him.

"I need to showe-," You cut him off.

"Bedtime, Shota."

He followed you to the bedroom, and got changed while you plugged in his phone. You pulled him on the bed and he laid on your chest.

"I love you, Y/N," He says, going to sleep.

"I love you too."

Hawks

Hawks looked like the most happy, cocky and confident person to survive when it came to his fans.

You were a different story.

You were there to hold him as he cried about his bad days, which he had quite a bit of. You were there to hold him when he ranted about not being good enough to be a hero. And you were there to reassure him that you loved him when he struggled with believing so.

One night, he just had a breakdown while you were at work. So when you came home and heard his uneven breathing and struggled sobs, you took your shoes off and found him on the kitchen floor, looking almost in physical pain.

You bent down to him and he only noticed you because you blocked his vision.

"Keigo, baby, look at me," He shook his head, tears falling like a river. You lift his head up yourself and wipe his tears away. "Take a breath, you're hyperventilating."

"I- I can't," he chokes out.

"Yes you can, it's okay," You take his hands out of his hair. He puts them on your waist as if he's afraid of you moving away. "I'm not going anywhere babe, it's okay."

It took him a minute but he started breathing a little more normally. You ran your hands through his messy hair and let him hold onto you, tightly.

"What's wrong," You ask, not stopping the hand in his hair.

"...we need to break up," He says, and you look down at him.

"Excuse me," You say, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm not good enough for you, Y/N," He says and you sigh, thankful that this was something you could talk him out of.

He watches as you stand up, and then pull him up with you. "Come on. You need to change out of your hero costume and then we're talking."

"But-."

"This is not up for discussion, Takami," you say, with a tone that makes Keigo agree instantly. He knew you well enough to know when not to fuck around.

He followed you into the bedroom and you took his jacket off and then pointed to the rest of his clothes. "Strip." Then you went to get him to start a shower.

He stripped his clothes and you pulled him in the shower with you. He sighed as you started cleaning his wings. You smiled softly as you watched them shake gently.

You two showered in silence, and washed each other. He looked exhausted.

When you two got out, you got dressed and you laid him down on your stomach, which he gladly took, holding onto you tightly.

"I'm sorry," He says, softly. You run your hands through his hair. "I don't want to break up. I just want you to be happy."

"I am happy. With you. Being without you breaks me, Keigo. I'm sorry I can't get you to understand that. But you don't have anything to be sorry for. I know. Just go to sleep," you say softly, now rubbing his bare back.

"...okay," he whispers and yoy let him cuddle into you.

"I love you Y/N," he says, falling asleep.

"I love you too."

Dabi

Dabi doesn't show emotions, much like his little brother. He tries. God, he tries so hard but it's hard for him. You've only seen it a few times. Those few times, were just barely, where he tells you he loves you.

When you walked into your shared apartment one day, and heard a glass shatter almost immediately, you jumped.

"Fuck," You heard him yell out, then a loud bang.

You went into the kitchen and saw him sinking to the floor, back against the wall. You saw the blood down his face, the red knuckles, the broken glass and the hole in the wall. You didn't freak out, but got some first aid stuff from the bathroom, then knelt down in front of him.

"Get the fuck away from me, Y/N," He said, his voice raspy and tried to push you away.

You smacked his hand away. "No."

"I wasn't as-," You stop him from finishing.

"You weren't asking? I'm not your EnEmY, Touya. Now, look at me," You say, grabbing his chin and lifting his bloody face up. You saw the blood coming from his eyes, and pooling in them. That had to hurt.

He doesn't fight you, but softens. You clean his face and then move to his hands. They were at least sprained. So you wrapped them up.

"How'd you sprain BOTH hands, and wrists," You ask, tightening the bandage.

"...I don't want to talk about it," His voice is strained.

"Okay," You say simply, then moved the first aid stuff out of the way and got him ice for his hands. "Come on, stand up."

He stands and you pull him to the bedroom, sitting him down on the bed and handing him the ice.

"Get comfortable. I'll be right back, Touya," You went to walk away but he stopped you.

"Please stay," He croaks out, and you turn back to see his eyes pooling with blood again. You grab a tissue and start wiping at the blood again.

"Calm down, babe. It's okay, I'm here," You say softly, as he looks you in the eye.

"You won't leave," He asks, grabbing your waist gently.

"No. Never. Now can you tell me what happened," You ask, letting him pull you into his lap.

"...Shoto knows who I am," His voice was very shaky, like he was about to break down. "He pulled me into an alley way and told me everything he knew before I could even react."

"Did he say he was going to say something," You ask, worried yourself.

"No. He just hugged me and said he missed me. I just... Did I do the wrong thing by running away? I didn't know he would miss me like that. He was almost crying, Y/N. I didn't want to hurt him, I didn't think he'd care," He looks broken.

"...running away wasn't a good choice, I won't lie to you. But it's not like you HAD a choice. It was that or get even more hurt," You say, rubbing his neck gently.

"But I hurt Shoto," He says, blood started to spill from his eyes again.

"Baby, you need to calm down for a second," You held him while wiping the blood away, once again.

It takes a few minutes for him to calm down and then you notice the tired look on his face.

"Do you want to go to sleep," You ask, running a hand through his hair.

"Yes. Is that okay," He asks, looking up to you, making you chuckle.

"Of course it is. We'll clean you up later. For now, arms up," You say, pulling them up. You take his bloody shirt off and he lays down, pulling you on him to cuddle.

"I love you so much, Y/N," He says before kissing you.

After you break apart from the kiss, you look him in the eye. "I love you too, Touya."

He knows you would never understand how much that truly means to him.

Shigaraki

It was getting late, and Shigaraki said he would be at your place hours ago. You naturally got worried, texting Toga. And she said he left awhile ago.

So you sat there, hoping he'd at least send a text. But no text, no call, nothing for hours upon hours. You eventually just go to sleep, hoping for the best.

Soon enough, you wake up to banging downstairs. You questioned if it was actually Shigaraki, until you heard "FUCK!"

That was definitely his voice.

You jogged downstairs to see he dusted a vase. "...I'll steal you a new one."

"My Mom's ashes were in that," You gave him a horrified look and he froze.

"...I'll dust you a new Mom?"

"Nah, she was a bitch anyway," Shigaraki huffed as you landed in his arms. "You're pouting, what's wrong?"

"I am not po- I do not pout," He almost looked offended.

You poked his bottom lip. "Then put this buddy away," You smiled softly and kissed him. "How about you rant as we make dinner together? I hear your stomach growling."

Toga

Toga was coming back from her mission within a few hours. You were waiting at your house, with food ready to just heat up and eat. You knew she didn't have much time to eat to take care of herself much at all during these longer missions.

You sat on the couch, on your phone with the lights off. It was dark, moonlight shining in and lighting it up pretty well.

Then your living room was suddenly bright. You looked outside, squinting against the light, and noticed it was the LOV van. You stood up, stretching snd approached the door as there was a knock.

There stood Dabi, holding a very dirty and tired looking Toga. "She's being dramatic, take her," Dabi huffed.

You took hold of her, her latching onto you with her arms around your neck, legs around your waist. "Thanks Dabi."

"Whatever," He mumbled, walking away.

You shut the door and looked down to Toga. "You want some food?"

"Mhm," She nodded, yawning.

After you guys ate, you got her into a bath. She was filthy, and it wasn't just on her clothes. Absolutely covered in blood and dirt.

You cleaned her up from outside of the tub, and she was practically passed out asleep. You didn't mind helping, especially after the long week she had.

Ever so often, her hand would grab yours as if she was unaware you were busy cleaning her. As if she was telling you to stop moving.

"Himiko, you gotta let go," You chuckled, trying to pull your wrist out of her grip.

"Bedtime," She mumbled, grip loosening just a bit.

"You can't go to bed covered in dried blood," You mumbled, cleaning off her arm.

Toga just hummed. You took your time cleaning her, checking for any cuts that had to be cleaned up. There were a few so you finished cleaning her of mud and dirt, and woke her up.

She was a little moody, but you still stood her out of the bath, and dried her off. She whined a little when you cleaned and bandaged up her cuts, but you got through it.

You brought her to the bedroom, got her dressed in just your shirt since she asked to be, put her hair up and finally, you two went to bed.

In the middle of the night, you woke up to her sitting up out of your arms quickly, gasping. You took a few seconds to process you were alive before looking to her.

She was shaking, and crying. "Hey, baby, what's wrong," You sat up next to her. You touched her shoulder and she jumped. "Okay, okay, I won't touch you."

You leaned over, turning a lamp on. "Himiko, it's okay," You sat by her, not touching her.

You continued to talk to her softly, eventually being able to hold her hand. She stopped crying eventually, but still shook. You pulled her into your lap and kissed her, letting her get comfortable.

"I love you, Y/N. I'm sorry," Toga yawned.

"Don't be sorry, it's okay. I love you too," You mumbled, turning the lamp off and leaning back in bed, holding her close.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Touch-Starved!Katsuki Bakugou Headcanons (x reader)

> Wrote this in my study break phew :) Might have a typo here and there, I'm sorry about that <3 I was just feeling soft today

I can imagine it takes him a while to trust you, in actually liking him that is. Before he really lets you close to him, both physically and emotionally. But when you’ve both reached a point where he feels he can be vulnerable around you, and let you see his softer side, he’d love all the small physical affections. Like hugs lasting for a bit longer at first, and then turning into a cuddle session on the couch- “Stay like this, for a little longer, yeah?”

You, playing with his fingers sometimes, holding his hands without fear of his quirk would absolutely shatter him, melt his heart and all the works. How you like to intertwine fingers with him, even if you’re not going anywhere like when you’re sitting on the couch-

Or, if you like to hold his face, caress his cheeks or something of the like- I can imagine he’d never ask for it but he loves it silently. Something about your soft fingers against his jaw, or how your thumb moves over his cheeks, makes his heart skip a beat-

Playing with his hair- at first you’d be a bit apprehensive about touching it in the first place, considering how much he yells at the other “extras” when they even comment on his hair. But once you start running your fingers through it when you’re kissing, or playing with it when you’re laying in bed, he’s surprisingly quiet. He’d always grunt a bit at first- with a light frown on his face. But when you try to move your hand away, he just grab it and hold it in place- “DUMBASS- don't stop doing that.. please”

When he touches you though, I can picture it more subtle? In public he’d probably only hold onto your hand or, maybe give you a cheek kiss if you’re being extra cute or something

In private he might signal you he wants affection, either silently, with a soft tug on your arm or by sitting in a very cuddle open manor or very loudly, straight up demanding you come cuddle with him this instant or else

KISS HIS NOSE

It can’t just be me, but imagining him tense up and blush slightly when you first do it, and you’re just on his chest a giggling mess. He’d stutter for a bit like- “Wha- what did you just do? tf?” and then do the same to you

and it would become like, a cute little stay safe thing before he leaves for work, where you lean up to kiss his nose and whisper “Stay safe” to him :(( and he’d return it ofc

"I wanted to be loved so desperately that my fingers shook with it. I am not beautiful, but I could be." — Emily Palermo.

bakugou thinks, in all honesty, about you.

it's late at night and he still can't sleep. he's used to having schedules for everything, especially something as important as sleep, but he can't for the life of him fall asleep tonight.

he won't admit it, the pro-hero not changing this stubborn habit from his younger days, but work today was a little too gruesome, it hit a little too close to home. especially a certain young couple he was a touch too far to save. instead, he lays awake in your shared bed, his arms strongly caging you and longing for your warmth.

you're settled in his arms, protected and tightly snuggled against his chest. you're here, and he’s here, and anyone who ever dares to do anything to you has to go through him first.

he releases a long sigh, knowing it's not as easy as he thinks. as he runs a hand down his face, you sleepily pull him closer to your body. "'tsuki?"

"huh? go back to sleep," he grumbles, voice heavy with tiredness and fear, something he'll never admit. you look up at him, pretty mouth pouting and worry laced in your tone. "everything okay?"

he takes a look at you, and feels helpless. he hates that. he hates to admit even to himself that he'll do anything for you. vulnerability is something he never would've allowed himself to feel had you been anyone else. the thought of anything happening to you while he's not there makes his veins boil with anger, his chest screaming at him to keep you safe right next to him, to make sure you stay in his arms. he scowls at the thought, making you frown. "baby?"

"i'm alright, dumbass." he whispers this time, squeezing you as close to himself as he possibly can, his body aligning to yours perfectly. he kisses the crown of your head, lingering for a second and feeling your pliant form relax against him. "it's late, jus' go back to sleep."

he tried, at first, to get you away from his life and all the danger that surrounds him. but it's like the longer he strayed away from you, the more you pulled him into your world. not to change him, but to better him, push him to his limits and then some, until he comes out the best version of himself he could ever be. to love him, he realizes with an exasperated sigh.

"okay," you tell him, yawning against his chest. "but stay here 'til i wake up, please."

katsuki rolls his eyes. as if he could say no to you. "fine."

but he bites his lips once you're back asleep, because he understands– because he doesn't want you to leave him, either. "i'll stay right here with ya," he states, strong hands gently playing with your own.

katsuki realizes, time and time again, that he made the right choice.

it was unfair, at times. how hard he had to work for things that came effortlessly to other people, extras that didn't really deserve what they had.

it's a thought he has coming home from work one day, spent and ready to crash on the couch without caring about taking a shower first.

he loved his job, he loved being the best he could be and how validating the title felt– not the recognition, nor the fans or all the love from people all over Japan– but meeting the expectations of his younger self, of a four year old kid who wanted nothing more than to be the best hero he could possibly be. win to save, as his mentor has put into words perfectly. but it still felt unfair, at times.

still, katsuki thinks he may forgive the world, only because it has you.

your comforting words at his losses, even when he's not actively asking for them.

("i don't need this comforting crap," he grumbles, not screaming at you– never screaming at you, but still being stern. "no, you don't," you answer him, shaking your head with a gentle smile, "but isn't it nice to hear?")

your warm embrace that greets him as soon as he steps foot into your home, your compliments on his food and his career and his personal achievements, like the first time he voluntarily went to therapy. the passion you have for what you do, your drive and fire matching his in your hobbies, the things you love. and you love him, that's sole reason why katsuki thinks fuck it, he can be beautiful, too.

he doesn't have to work hard for your love– he doesn't have to change his short temper, he's still harsh as rough around the corners as the day you met him. still, you love him so easily, handle him with as much care as you thought he deserved.

the corner of his eyes crinkle with fondness as bakugou slowly sits up, just in time to hear you coming through the front door. "i'm home, 'tsuki!"

the world is unfair, but it also has you in it, so katsuki's ready to give it a try. "yeah," he leans down to gently kiss you, wrapping his heavy arms around you. "welcome home."