katsuki was a bit of a crybaby.
you knew he could get caught up in his emotions more often than not. they tended to smother him sometimes, suffocating him with feelings he didn't know how to properly deal with. you saw this every day, but it was especially prominent whenever he would come home after a particularly grueling shift, his carmine eyes puffy with the things he could never bring himself to say.
from what deku had told you one evening at a little get together you went to as katsuki's plus one—back when he was (as katsuki had put it) insufferably nosy about his childhood friend's love life—katsuki felt emotions very strongly. so strongly, in fact, that he tended to bottle them all up most of the time behind gritted teeth and strained muscle.
he had—has—a hard time expressing himself, deku had sighed that night, his green eyes distant with memories you'd never be able to see, he doesn't cry too often in front of others. the only times he did it with me around he was, ah, frustrated, to say the least. he let out a small chuckle that got swallowed up by the murmurs of conversation around you, then slumped his shoulders by only a smidge. i would like to say he's gotten better, and in some ways he has, but i don't think he handles feelings other than rage very well yet.
you didn't know much about what katsuki was like when he was younger—only bits and pieces from what his friends had told you. and every time you learned something new, you couldn't help but to compare it to the man you knew and loved in the present day.
he still cried when he was frustrated, yes.
it wasn't often—it was so rare, in fact, that you could count the moments on one hand. he would come home looking like he was a bomb about to go off—all tensed shoulders and rigid lines. and he would take one look at you, standing in your comfiest clothes and looking like the very epitome of relaxation. and he would cry.
you didn't think he really knew how to properly cry. or at least, he didn't know what to do with himself when he did. his pale eyebrows would scrunch upwards, his head bending forward so he could hide behind his bangs. he'd slap a hand over his eyes and he'd clench his teeth so tightly together you thought he'd shatter them. he'd hold himself so, so stiffly. and he'd cry.
he didn't like it when people saw him like that. didn't like being caught at such a vulnerable moment. but you were patient. you were understanding. and you'd wait directly in front of him until he'd bend his head forward enough so that he could sink his face into the crook of your neck. and you'd simply hold him there, letting him ride out the steep wave of emotions that battered against the shores of his mind, his heart.
he cried when he thought no one was looking.
there were times where you would accidentally, quietly, stumble upon him in the bedroom, the bathroom. sometimes he didn't notice you. sometimes he did. and every time, you felt a piece of yourself get slowly chipped away, watching as he struggled to keep quiet and pull himself together so he could be the big, strong hero you could depend on. the number two hero. the steady, sure, stable symbol of victory, who didn't cry when he was frustrated or when he didn't know how to react in the face of his overwhelming emotions.
you were always quick to squash away his insecure feelings. for he could always, always, go to you whenever he was feeling down, whenever he needed a shoulder to hold him up. you hoped that one day he would understand—hoped that one day he wouldn't hold himself up to so high a standard that he couldn't let himself just be human once in a while. you were slowly getting him to that point—slowly, yet surely.
but katsuki also cried when he was happy.
it wasn't the kind of happy he got whenever he took down a particularly strong villain, or when he reached one of those ridiculously high milestones he set for himself. no, it was a kind of happy he only felt around you. for you made him feel things he had never felt before.
he cried once when he kissed you—at a time where you both realized you were deeply, irrevocably committed to the relationship. he cried when you held him at night, holding him so close to yourself that you could meld him to your body. he cried when you told him you would always love him, through thick and thin, high and low. he cried when you said you were his, forever and always.
and he cried when you said yes, allowing him to slip a small, silver ring around your finger.
-bakugou : I'm 80% awesome, 20% water, and 100% powerful.
-mineta : that's 200%
-bakugou : I'm twice the man you'll ever be.
-kazumi : *spits water*
Katsuki: The duality of man never ceases to amaze me.
Katsuki: Deku once figured out the murder weapon was hidden inside a hollowed-out walking cane, by looking at the dent on the wall left by a hockey stick.
Katsuki: And yet yesterday he asked me what the Spanish word for tortilla was.
Izuku: Todoroki-kun, if you have a test due at midnight, why did you agree to bowling?
Bakugo: Yeah. It’s 11pm, Icyhot.
Todoroki, working on a laptop: Ah.
Izuku: It’s your turn to bowl by the way.
Todoroki: Okay. *gets up, bowls while working, and gets a perfect strike*
Izuku and Bakugo: WHAT-
bnha being based in 2034 is both the best and worse thing
the worst being the fact that ALL THE THIRTY YEAR OLD HEROES ARE MY AGE CURRENTLY?????
THEY ARE A L L G E N Z
mic had a tiktok. he was probably tiktok famous
they probably have to refrain from saying stuff like yeet and bet and a slap bc the kids think it’s cringey
also death jokes
dang it they probably never grew out of the tiktok dances
miss joke and mic see each other and immediately start doing like fortnite dances in greeting
aizawa knows at least one
freakin heck mic still sings and listens to that backyardagains little einsteins remix
oh gob 1A are all gen alpha. they are all BABIES
oh crap the villains are also about my age
dabi’s like: hit or miss, guess they never miss huh? *burns someone alive*
twice, behind him doing fornite dances: gotta girlfriend bet she doesn’t kiss ya
terrible. rancid, all of this
excEPT FOR THE FACT THAT ALL MIGHT AND ENDEAVOR ARE MILLENNIALS
F R E A K I N G M I L L E N N I A L S
WHERE IS MY NINETIES/2000′S ALL MIGHT COSTUME WHERE IS MY MID 2000′S ENDEAVOR COSTUME
ALL MIGHT PROBABLY WATCHED SAILOR MOON AND HAD TAMAGOTCHIS JFBGBFKHGJ
WHERE IS HIS PASTEL SAILOR MOON INSPIRED 90′S HERO SUIT
oh my gob mic calls endeavor a boomer and he takes full offence and it’s hilarious
oh frick hawks is like eleven he’s one of those weird not quite gen z fortnite kids with questionable to no taste
i have to go sit down
bakugou katsuki grew up knowing he was needed for how strong his quirk was—how strong he was.
people tended to look up to him, rely on him, for how masterfully he wielded his power. this was only amplified once he hit the pro-hero stage. if there was any trouble, the public could always count on great explosion murder god dynamight to wrap things up nicely. they could always count on him to win. and he did. every single time.
he was a pillar of victory. he was a pillar of strength.
he became one of the heroes to call on whenever there was a particularly rough villain roaming the streets. he was pulled every which way, multiple voices constantly telling him the same three words no matter if he was on duty or not:
"i need you."
"dynamight, i need you to head to the kuiki district—"
"dynamight, i need you at the agency in five—"
"dynamight, i need you to stop the villain with the illusion quirk—"
this incessant need for him, for his power, dominated his life on the daily. and he grew to expect it, to accept it, even. he let it control him, guiding his actions and his triumphs. he was needed, after all. who was he to let these people down?
he was a hero. the world needed him. needed dynamight.
but you, pretty little you, didn't.
the day katsuki's heart started bleeding for you was the day you told him you didn't need him. you wanted him. not for his power, not for his strength. but just for him. for bakugou katsuki.
his entire life that he unconsciously based on his self-worth—on how he could win any battle against any villain, how he could be the strong figure people could always look up to—was upturned by those simple words you uttered to him one quiet night.
you chose him, chose to want him. you chose to love him, to treasure him forever until the end of your life. he felt something snap inside him—something he didn't know he'd been subconsciously craving for as long as he could remember.
the feeling of being wanted.
that someone could look at him and see not only his strength, but everything else that made up him—flaws and all—and still want him.
and katsuki knew, from that moment on, that you were someone that he never wanted to let go.
Gossiping - Bakugo hates people and thus loves to shit talk. Yes he wants to know what Jirou told you she overheard Mina and Denki talking about. Do you know what Deku was talking about during class today with Cheeks? Something cringe and awful and he is certainly telling you all about it. Bakugo doesn’t want to be involved in any class drama, but he does want to know about it. He’s dramatic.
Skin Care - Bakugo is exceptionally pretty (He gets it from his mother). He’s got smooth, tight skin and soft hands. But with his quirk revolving around his sweat, he can get super anal about hygiene. You convinced him to try a face mask with you once, which he didn’t seem to mind despite the protesting. Now, usually sometime after dinner, he’ll slink into your room and watch you put your serums and creams on, silently saying “me next please”.
Holding Hands - I don’t think he does well with PDA. Bakugo is awkward when it comes to showing affection around other people. He doesn’t like to be concerned with what they might be thinking or their reactions. Plus, he’s sweaty. Ew. But he enjoys having you close. Something about holding hands feels very intimate. Maybe it’s because he uses his hands so much in his hero work that doing something soft and tender with them is…actually a nice change of pace. Bakugo will make a fuss if you grab his hand with others around but he won’t pull away.
Play Dress Up - Both of his parents are in the fashion industry, so buying clothes has become his worst nightmare. It’s so boring! God! His parents would drag him out for hours as a kid. He hates it! Well…he hates going with his parents. With you it’s different. He doesn’t know why, it just is. Bakugo loves to dress you up. He loves watching you come out of the dressing room and spin for him, showing off the items he picked out for you. Of course everything looks great on you; he picked it!
Mariah Carey on being High Maintenance