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#He’s the big brother she deserved

hello! i saw your requests were open, so i was wondering if i could request a drabble where bakugou comforts reader who doesn’t feel like shes feminine enough? and whenever she sees him with a really pretty girl she gets upset thinking he wouldn’t look her way cause she doesn’t act or dress like the rest of the girls in 1-a but she tries (have a nice day!!)

⨳​ “i like you the way you are.” — mha

starring. bakugou & you

plot. after attempting to dress more feminine, bakugou states exactly how he feels about it—and you.

genre. comfort, fluff

cw. swearing, female reader implied, reader likes baggy clothes

notes. woo got carried away lol, i relate to this alot so i wanted to give it my best. i hope you like it and thank u sm for the request! im sorry it took so long, writers block is a bitch:( i hope u have a nice day as well!! <3

likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated! <3

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yesterday, you had departed from your classroom in a dismal mood, to say the least. after witnessing a few female classmates swarm bakugou to chat about his astounding quirk, you dawned on the fact that he seemed nicer to them than you—insults were still thrown around, yet they weren’t as heavy as the ones he showered you with.

you had absolutely zero ill-will towards them, the animosity was actually directed at yourself. was he nicer because they were prettier, or because they wore showy dresses and skirts?

here you were, dressed in baggy denim jeans and a hoodie, was that the problem? you never took part in the salon trips or trying on dresses like the other girls, was that what he wanted?

before this, you had come to the conclusion that katsuki bakugou, your bestfriend, never once had an interest in dating and such. recent events have swayed your view, though—so here you are now, standing idly in front of your mirror adjusting your skirt.

you only own one, and it was a gift. while it fits you nicely and the color compliments your eyes, you feel uncomfortable and stiff. you smooth it out a bit more, rolling your shoulders to try and ease the tension in them.

no use, you still have this awkward feeling. you don’t feel like you, you feel like you’re trying to be someone else. that said, you shake it off to the best of your abilities, finishing up your usual routine—just this time, with a skirt.

as discomfiting as it is to don yourself in this outfit, you know you have to attempt it. you can’t jump to conclusions just yet, if you try and are unsuccessful, then you can be dejected about it. a knock at your dorm drags you from your unquieting head, the aggression gives away the culprit easily.

“fuck is takin’ you so long? we’re gonna be late, dumbass!” bakugou’s voice rings in your ears, and anxious, uninvited feelings accompany it.

you dash around your room, snatching your school stuff in a hurry. “it’s fine! just head there without me, katsuki.”

some grumbles flow from your door, then it slams ajar. you swing around, pivoting on your heel at the intrusion.

“what the hell are you doing! you’re gonna be late, just go—and stop breaking into my room!”

the semi-shout does the opposite of deterring him, and he shoves the door closed behind him as he crosses his arms in agitation. he even taps his foot against the wooden floors, you having to stifle a laugh at his demeanor.

“maybe you should lock your door, stupid.—” his head falls to face the ground, “—y’know i’m not gonna walk without you, hurry the fuck up.”

you huff and as his head rises back up, he notices.

“the hell are you wearin’?”

your eyes fly to the wall behind him, arms coming to cover yourself instinctively as an unpleasant feeling crawls up your spine. had you messed up?

“i’m—uh, it’s just a skirt. i just figured that, um, i should.. try something new.” your uneasiness flows through your voice, and bakugou definitely takes notice.

“is it bad..?”

he scoffs, closing the proximity between you both by just a bit.

“do you think it’s bad?”

you open your mouth to respond, but nothing falls out. of course you think it’s bad, but you want to know if he does too.

“uh, i mean, i’m uncomfortable. i’d rather be in my normal clothes but i don’t really.. look good in those, i guess.” the words come out unconfident, much to your dismay.

you begin to play with your fingers, hoping he’ll just let is slide and accompany you to class like always.

“hey, stupid. take it off.”

your eyes blow wide, the hell did he just say?

“what?”

“i’ll turn around, just put on somethin’ you actually feel fuckin’ comfortable in.” before you can retort, he spins around.

sighing, you settle for the assumption that he simply doesn’t see you like that. it must’ve been weird for him to see you in girly clothes, maybe he thinks of you as one of the guys or something.

slipping out of the coarse textured skirt, you tweak your new agreeable outfit to your liking. a cozy long-sleeved shirt and loose fitting jeans, the normal. before you can finish tidying yourself up, bakugou snaps the silence in half.

“why’d you decide to go and try to change into that shit, anyways? you told me you’d start dressin’ like that when hell freezes over.”

you pause, thinking of the correct way to word it without seeming odd.

“you’re nicer to the girls who dress like that.”

the room falls deadly silent once again, and for a split second, you feel sick to your stomach.

“are you done changin’?”

“yeah.”

bakugou swiftly turns to face you, stomping over until he’s directly in front of your pretty face.

“you tried to wear that shit for me?”

you nod, feeling a bit mentally diminutive compared to his intimidating frame.

“don’t. i like you the way you are and i’d rather you be comfortable, dumbass.” he settles his rough palms above your shoulders.

“then why are you meaner to me..?” this is the last question you need an answer to, and the shock hasn’t fully set in yet so you decide to ask it now.

he growls, shaking you back and forth.

“fuck, this is really embarrassin’, so you better not go makin’ fun of me and shit.—” he halts his movements, letting his hands fall to his sides.

he covers the bottom of his face with one palm, the other resting soundly in place at his side.

“—have you, have you ever heard that if you bully someone more—goddammit! i like you, alright? there, i fuckin’ said it.”

buffering, you’re speechless. that’s why he was so rude to you? why didn’t he just say so, it would’ve saved you a lot of trouble!

“really? you like me like this?” you gesture to your boyish looking clothes, arching a brow in questioning.

he nods silently, knowing his words would most likely flow out harsher than he means them to.

“wow, i—i did that because i like you! what a coincidence, right?”

“yeah, whatever. we’re already super fuckin’ late, so if you’re comfortable then let’s go.” he takes your hand in his, uncharacteristically gentle, and stomps out of your dorm.

you flush heavily, eyeing your connected hands as a smile breaks out on your face. bakugou abruptly stops in his tracks.

“the only reason i’d have for hatin’ what you wear,—” his unoccupied hand reaches towards both of yours, tugging up the sleeve that made its way in between them. “—is that these shitty sleeves keep me from feelin’ your hand in mine.”

you laugh a bit, face blazing as you both begin your walk to class once again. before you can say anything to doubt yourself though, he redirects your thoughts.

“the upside is that you look fuckin’ adorable in it, so i probably shouldn’t be complainin’.”

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feedback is extremely meaningful!

men want a girl who watches anime, but only if they were the one to introduce it to her. she cannot bring her own knowledge into the relationship, in case she embarrasses the man by simply knowing more or caring more than him. this applies to other niche and nerdy habits as well, including video games, Star Wars, and Dungeons and Dragons.

a woman must like metal music, but only if he dad introduced her to dad rock, and another man hardens her tastes further.

a woman must love sex and crave it always, as not to be a prude, but only if it revolves around her (male) lover. if it is on her own, its a threat to his comfort.

a woman must be cool, but only as an extension of a man's superior coolness.

"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."

i’m sorry but i simply must gush about how good of a partner bakugou would be to someone with adhd, okay? 

okay. here’s a lil drabble.

Most nights, you have dinner at Katsuki’s. His place is nicer and his kitchen’s always fully stocked, unlike yours. But tonight unexpectedly finds him in your little apartment instead. You know better than to try helping with anything. It’s not that you’re a bad cook—you get along just fine—but your kitchen is barely big enough for one body, and you know that bumping elbows with Katsuki while he works will drive him nuts. It’s better for both of you if you let him do his thing, so you take your time showering and applying your skincare before joining him in the kitchen. 

As soon as he hears your footsteps, he whips around, brandishing a bag of shriveling carrots like a weapon, “The hell’s this?!” 

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Your brain is fucked

You are stuck in a loop, you know? You will probably read this and say "oh, yeah, you're right" and keep scrolling. You've been in this damn loop for months,

Wake up.

Damn your reality.

Spend your day on tumblr.

Get motivated for 5 minutes.

Go back to being depressed.

When the night comes back, sleep instead of the void state

Wake up again.

YOU NEED TO FINISH THIS. FINISH IT. STOP SCROLLING. TONIGHT YOU WILL SWITCH INTO THE REALITY YOU WANT.