S0phslibrary - Soph !!

When he first realizes he loves you

Pairing: Bakugo Katsuki x Reader

Word count: 1.6k

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: mentions of getting hurt and blood

A/N: i could use some comfort bakugo rn and so I wrote one, figure i'd share it with u babies. Plus I missed writing him up hehe. Enjoy x

Bakugo first saw you in the entrance examination. 

He remembers thinking you were so dumb for wasting your time trying to help the other examinees instead of trying to gain as much points for yourself as you could. 

The next time he sees you was when you walked in late during the first day. You were so excited that you couldn't sleep the night before. You slept through your alarm and spent your morning speeding through your ritual and running from the train station to UA. Your hair was still a little damp from the shower and Bakugo could smell the scent of apples from your hair when you passed by him to take your seat.

You truly grabbed his interest after the first examination. Aside from having a strong quirk, you were strategic and a good team player. Bakugo made a mental note that you would come in handy when a group activity or mission comes along. And during the sports fest, he did not think twice about approaching you to be on his team. To be honest, you are the only one whose name he remembers. Well, aside from Kirishima. But he would rather stub his toe before admitting that to anyone.

Over time, he notices the little things about you that he found intriguing. You're friendly enough to everyone and could grab lunch with anybody in class but you also liked keeping it to yourself.

He noticed that you would prefer eating by the skirts of the field, under a tree most days instead of the cafeteria, with a book in hand. Bakugo would notice it's different almost every week. Some he's read in the past, some that made him curious enough to check it out after you're done. You don't notice it but the books you borrow would often be in his possession next after returning it to the library. Your names on the book card always scribbled next to one another.

Bakugo observes you, whether he does it subconsciously or not, he finds himself doing so every chance he gets. Not in a stalker kind of way, he's just honestly.. intrigued. 

It was like you are always trying to be someone for somebody else. A timid but quite a good singer next to Jirou's guitar playing during free period, an additional team player on the stupid game Kaminari, Sero and Kirishima play on their phones, a patient friend to Icyhot who explains the slang or joke he didn't get, a fan girl who geeks out with that dumb Deku over Allmight and hero stuff, and a competitor when it came to him. Someone who doesn't flinch at his harsh words and efforts to intimidate but merely laughs and sticks a tongue out playfully. Bakugo wins most of the time, of course, but you have had a fair share of wiping the floor with his ass.

Bakugo has never had a crush before. Thinking about girls that way just never really mattered to him. But, his intrigue with you would probably be as close as he would get. He's even gone out of his way a couple of times to converse with you and purposefully sit next to you during film showings, in the bus rides during excursions, and sometimes during lunches.

You always welcome him with a small smile and a nod. At some point, you just subconsciously save a seat for him for every occasion. All of your classmates notice this but would just share knowing grins and leave you two be. 

Deep down, Bakugo knew you were slowly becoming important to him pretty early on. He just refuses to acknowledge it as something other than friendship. It wasn't until after the incident in USJ when the class was attacked by the league when things started to change.

While he was fighting with Kirishima, he could not help but wonder where you were at the time. He knew you were strong but still he wishes you weren't fighting all alone or stuck with someone stupid who could get you hurt. 

Afterwards, when he learned that you were hurt, he couldn't remember the last time he ran so fast that his lungs felt like they were on fire. Bakugo got to where you were just as when the EMTs are loading you to the ambulance to rush you to the hospital. His heart was pounding even though Aizawa-sensei had already assured them that you and the rest of your injured classmates are going to be fine. That night was the first time he wasn't able to sleep in his entire life.

When you finally came back home, you were surprised to find him standing outside your house. Your parents welcomed him knowing he's a close friend of yours and even allowed him to help you to your bedroom. He stops right outside your bedroom door, eyeing your arm that was still in a cast and sighs. 

"Here, old hag said these should help with your recovery." Bakugo mutters as he hands you over a paper bag he was carrying. It was filled with pain killers, soothing ointments and a variety of fruits. You thanked him and took it but when he notices you struggling, he takes it back and proceeds to carry it for you in your room.

"You really shouldn't have. But the tangerines smell so good, thanks again." You grin, grabbing one from the back to hold it close to your nose, inhaling deeply. You startle when he suddenly snatches it from you and starts peeling it. "Go sit or lay in bed or something." He says, turning his back to throw the peels in your trash bin. Once over the shock, you do as you're told and sit by the edge of your bed. 

Bakugo then sits on the floor next to you. He opens his palm, offering you the tangerine and you grab a piece. You nibbled quietly and watched him curiously. You could tell he was upset but here he was doing the exact opposite by being so quiet. And caring. 

Finally, after eating more than half of the tangerines in his hand in silence, you ask, "Hey, are you okay?"

When he looks up at you, his expression grims. His nostrils flare and his chest heaves, he looks as if he was trying with all his might not to snap at you. But he did. "You're the one who got injured, you dumbass!" He derides, his expression only softens a little when he looks at the wound on your forehead and the cast on your arm again. 

"I'm fine, it's not that serious-" you start to say but he was rising on his feet, looking away from you. "Like shit, it wasn't!" He exhales sharply. 

Bakugo shakes his head and clenches his jaw. After a beat of silence, he confesses. "I got scared." His voice was low and if you were close enough, you'd hear how shaky it is. "I never felt like that before." 

Your brows furrow and you place a gentle hand on his arm, coaxing him to look at you but just he sighs, still refusing to look at you. "You did good, Katsuki." You try to comfort him. "Kirishima told me you saved them by catching the villain with the warp quirk and-"

"No, it's not that- I'm not scared of those scumbags, Y/n!" He yells out of frustration. "I was scared that something fucking bad happened because I couldn't be around to protect you! And when I saw you on the stretcher-" he struggled to breathe, like someone was gripping his airways. "Seeing you like that, covered in blood and unconscious. God, it felt like hell." 

Your heart swells, tears begin to blur your vision. You didn't realize you matter this much to him. You stood up too and pulled him into an awkward hug, your tears damping the front of his black shirt. With your uninjured hand, you rub his back in comfort. 

"I'm okay, I promise. I'm sorry I made you worry." You murmur. "But also, thank you-" You chuckle, shrugging. "-for giving a shit about me. Didn't know you did until now." Bakugo knows you're just teasing to lift his mood but shakes his head again and rolls his eyes.

"Idiot." He grumbles under his breath, hugging you back.

"I'll be more careful next time." You promised as you crane your neck to look up at him. Bakugo stares at you for a second too long, his heartbeat finally calming back down as he grounds himself with the fact that you're here, safe. 

"You better be." He says through gritted teeth, his rough calloused hand coming up to hold your cheek before he could realize what he was doing. But then you lean against his touch and he finds himself pulling you closer to him. 

"I left you for a goddamn minute and you just die on me?" He scowls, making you laugh. "I wasn't dying! Stop exaggerating!" This time you roll your eyes. You expect him to keep on bantering but he doesn't. He just stands there staring at you and you feel something between you two shifting.

And then he leans his forehead against yours, closing his eyes briefly as he murmurs, "Whatever, I'm never letting you out of my sight again." The pad of his thumb grazes your cheek and you find yourself holding the hand he placed against your face, lacing your fingers through his.

"I'd like that." You quietly admit. When he leans away to look at you, you stand on the tips of your toes and to plant a kiss on his cheek. To your surprise though, Bakugo wraps his arms around you before your heels could hit the ground again when you try to pull away. 

He pulls you back in, only this time,  he made sure your lips met his. 

The kiss was fleeting because he pulled away abruptly. As if it wasn't his intention to kiss you at all. Your heart was hammering against your rib cage as you looked up at him with wide eyes and Bakugo stared back at you completely dazed.

He blinks, breathing is as ragged as yours. Realization hitting him hard.

"Shit, Y/n." He swallows hard and wet his lips. He then threads his fingers through your hair and admits, 

"I think I fucking love you." 

KISS ME MORE warnings: fem reader, friends to lovers, first kiss, cheesy as hell, profanity, innuendo to sex but nothing more. wc: ~1k an: i stopped editing like 2 paragraphs in bc i got boredd but here xoxo lmao

KATSUKI MADE BASIC COMMUNICATION SO DIFFICULT; always opting to let you try to piece together what he wanted and how he felt. It made maintaining your friendship hard.

Sure, you’ve been friends since middle school and you always did your best to excuse his actions, even the worst ones, because you knew he didn't mean anything he said or did. It was a facade and it seems like you were the only person who could see that.

That observation came with a sense of individuality and intimacy. When you were around his fists stopped flying and his eyes were less tense; The prior beating red glare being replaced with scattered glances of soothing red.

That's how it’s always been; You, patient and sweet, doting on his every move and staying close to him like a lost dog. He couldn't quite understand why you were so patient with him, especially because he looks back on everything that he did from the ages of thirteen to seventeen with embarrassment, but you were always so soft and so gentle, even then. You were so understanding, understanding to a fault, even; Holding his sweaty hands when he cried and kicked himself, letting himself deteriorate to your quiet hymns of praise and condolence.

Somewhere along the nights comfort paired with rewatching Die Hard per his request and basking in each other's presence like the other one wasn't there- like two people in a real relationship would- brought an unquenched thirst for eachother that neither of you knew would ever be satisfied.

Maybe that's why these feelings embarrassed him- because he was so used to pretending like you two were together, but actually thinking about it? Thinking about putting a label with that much weight on the nights where you clung to him while eagerly talking about some new plot you came up with while you were showering? That would change everything, and Katsuki didn’t know if that was good.

Right now he felt it even more. God, you looked so pretty. The way your glossy lips looked while you applied mascara drove him crazy. Unfortunately for him, his staring didn't go unnoticed.

“Katsuki,” you asked, looking over at him and blinking slowly as to not mess up your makeup, “D’you wanna put some on?”

He shook his head, scoffing in a laugh. “Fuck no,” He laughed, making your eyebrows furrow. “Why’d you even ask me that?”

“You were staring,” You teased, painting a faux pout on your face. “C’mon, let me put some on, just real quick!”

He shook his head again, paired with a ‘no way,’ but your begging was more rhetorical than anything. You made your way to him, letting yourself climb on top of him with a closed eyeliner bottle in your hand. “Woman, cut it out,” He laughed, half-heartedly trying to push you off of him. Sure, he didn't want you to put makeup on him per se, but he alsoKnew he was about to let you do whatever the fuck you wanted.

“Nuh-uh,” You shook your head and he snorted. “Now come here,” You whined, trying to get him to stop leaning away from you. He huffed, letting you get real close to his face.

He could kiss you. He definitely could.

And he decided he definitely would.

His hands grabbed the hem of your shirt, pulling youcloser to him, close enough for your lips to touch, and he could feel the sting of your lip plumper and he could taste the chemical strawberry tang. The kiss was short- no more than five seconds before you pulled away- and yet he found it was the boldest thing that he’s done this far of knowing you.

When you pulled away you didn't jump off of him, but your mouth hung open in shock before you spoke.

“Katsuki!” You shrieked, but there was no disdain or disgust in your voice like he’d imagined. Either way, the guilt still caught up with him.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” he began, his lips dusted with a pretty pout of lip gloss while he put his forearm up to push you off of him with the intent of apologizing and taking his leave, maybe even throwing in a few more apologies and promises to give you something later to make up for his actions, but you didn't budge.

Instead, you kissed him again, harder this time, and he found himself shocked, but that doesn't mean he didn't oblige. He let your kiss drown out your guilt as much as he let it and his hands found their way to your waist.

“‘Suki?” You finally asked, lips close to his while you looked him in the eyes. “What was that about?” He stayed quiet, amber eyes bleeding into yours before he looked away.

“Nothing,” he simplified it, sitting up and resting his forehead on your shoulder.

You let him sit in his silence for a moment before you spoke again. “You like me, huh?

He immediately jolted up and pushed you off of him, making sure you landed on your soft pillows before standing up. “God, shut the fuck up!” He shoved a pillow in your face and scoffed.

You laughed before lifting the pillow from your face, finding him pouting while looking down at you. You let out an overexaggerated ‘ooh’ to tease him, paired with, “Katsuki loves me! He’s obsessed with me- just infatuated,” You feigned drama, letting a hand go to your forehead.

He leaned down so his eyes were level with you before smirking. “Yer the worst.”

You leaned up and kissed him again, smiling with content after. “Love you too, Kats.”

“Mhm. Damn straight you do.”

take care part 3 (katsuki bakugo imagines)

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As much as he was enjoying the hug, Bakugo pulled away from y/n while maintaining a hold on her shoulders.

“We’re gonna be okay, okay?” he said, stroking her wet cheeks with his palms. “Now you’re gonna go take a bath and I’ll clean up out here.”

“Trying to tell me that I stink, Bakugo?” She said, cracking a smile. “Oh definitely, smelling absolutely atrocious,” He ruffled her hair while he spoke, “But i’m serious, go it’ll help you feel better.”

She nodded her head, turned and walked slowly towards the direction of her bedroom. Bakugo let his eyes linger on her for a moment before he turned to the couch.

“Alright let’s do this.”

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y/n walked into the bedroom and immediately sighed at its appearance. Clothes were everywhere, her bed had not been made in days, cups scattered on the bedside table and it disappointed her. She was also embarrassed. It was one thing for her to see herself like this but it was another for Bakugo, the ultimate clean freak, to see her this way. Trying not to dwell too much on that, she grabbed a clean towel from the closet and made her way into the bathroom swearing rather loudly when she hit her knee on the cupboard that had been left carelessly open the night before. 

As she submerged herself in the tub, she was not sure what to think of. Preferably something that would not raise her stress levels. The past two weeks of being emotionally distraught? No definitely not, he did not deserve any more of her attention. She could not waste any more tears on him. Her job? Also a big no, she already applied for two weeks off of work without payment following the disastrous apartment visit. No no no don’t think about the apartment visit, we are not thinking about the stupid stupid stupid apartment visit. 

Y/n let out a long groan and slapped her forehead. She needed to get herself together. But it was hard, she could not deny that. They were together for 3 years and they had known each other since her first year at UA. Break ups in relationships are understandable and they happen, she was not hurt over the fact that they broke up. She was hurt, miserable, annoyed, embarrassed and every possible negative emotional adjective known to man because she had not expected them to break up for that reason. She did not expect to be treated that way by someone that she was amazing friends with for 2 years. He was never like that when they were friends, when did the switch happen? Did she do something? She did not think that she did. maybe she did and she just could not remember. Maybe the fact that she could not remember did indeed make her a bad girlfriend.

“Are you okay in there?” Bakugo’s voice gratefully interrupted her thoughts. She had started crying again and she did not realise until she attempted to speak and there was a lump in her throat. 

“Ah yea, I’m okay.” she swore aggressively internally as her voice broke atrociously when she responded. Traitor, now he would know that she was lying. 

“Very convincing. I commend you for your effort. Just making sure you’re still alive.” She slid out of the tub as she listened to him. He was outside of the door and she felt oddly comforted by the fact that he was not overloading her by overly positive platitudes and advice. She did not want to hear that it happened for a reason or that it was for the best or that she would be okay. She just wanted someone to listen to her as she complained to the universe about everything she had been keeping in.

“I’ll see you when you get out okay, y/n” He spoke up once again as she had forgotten to respond because she was inspecting her appearance in the mirror. She once again felt embarrassed because if she looked like this after a bath, she could not imagine how she looked when she opened up the door to greet Bakugo. Her bags were defined, her lips were cracked and no no she could not keep looking. She went into the bedroom and tried to find some clean but decent clothes.

After donning a pair of sweats and a close fitting white wife beater, she walked out of the bedroom. She was not sure what to expect when Bakugo said that he would “clean up” but it was not this. It was either that she took a ridiculously long time to take a bath and get dressed (very possible, she tended to lose track of time when she started to cry) or Bakugo was an efficient cleaner (also very possible as she has answered multiple phone calls from Kirishima when he was hiding because Bakugo was a cleaning spree). Bakugo had opened up all the windows in the apartment, her floor was clear of all the boxes and clothes that had previously littered in, the clothes were folded neatly in a corner on her couch and if she listened faintly she could hear the washing machine whirling in the background. He was currently standing in her kitchen washing the dishes that were in the sink. She could now understand Kirishima’s jokes about Bakugo being a clean freak.

Oh no. Kirishima.

She had ditched her phone after that visit which means she had not spoken to him since before they broke up. She had to find it, she had to apologize for her absence. Why did she make one decision for her best benefit but everything else in her life was falling apart? Would he understand? Yea she was upset about the break up but she did not think it justified the fact that she basically ghosted him for two weeks. Oh, her cheeks were wet again.

Bakugo was also holding her shoulders again. When did that happen?

“Hey hey hey, what happened? Why are we crying?”

Why couldn’t she find her words? Why couldn’t her stupid throat word? Why couldn’t the stupid lump in her throat disappear?

“I- Have you seen my phone? I gotta talk to Ei, I gotta message him. I haven’t spoken to him and you said that Jason spoke to him, i don’t want him to hate me-”

“Y/N! Look at me! You gotta calm down.” He guided her towards the couch and squatted in front of her. “I plugged your phone in to charge when I was clearing up. And don’t worry about Eijiro, he doesn’t hate you or anything like that but he is worried. Just don’t worry about it okay, he just wants to know that you’re okay. He’ll be on a break around 11, we can give him a call then, okay? He can never hate you. You were going through a rough time and he’s going to understand your absence. Okay?” 

“Okay.” Y/N said, attempting to dry her cheeks with her palms. “Thanks for clearing up the apartment. I could have helped, you know?”

Bakugo laughed, returning to the sink.

“That defeats the purpose of me helping you. Besides, I don’t mind. You need to rest either way.”

Her guilt about him doing these things for her had begun to eat away at her slowly. Y/N got up from the couch and sauntered over to help Bakugo. As she reached for the plate to pack away, Bakugo swatted at her wrist.

“Now do tell me, what exactly do you think you’re doing?”

Y/N looked at him and tilted her head slightly to the side, “Uh-helping?”

“Funny, that doesn’t sound remotely close to the word ‘rest’ to me.” Bakugo said, flicking her forehead with his wet finger, “And I don’t need your help, go lay on the couch or something. Whatever you do you should rest, I can tell from your eyes that you haven’t been sleeping.”

Y/N flushed and looked at the floor. He was right if she was able to get 4 hours of sleep continuously in one night then that was a lot. The idea of being plagued by the apartment visit nightly was enough to avoid sleep in her opinion but if she planned on returning to work anytime soon she needed to sleep.

“I can just sleep tonight,” she said trying to think of an excuse, “I’d be a bad host if you came over and I just slept the day away.”

Bakugo turned around and leaned against the sink. She took a few minutes to take in his presence. His black tee which hugged his upper body and left the effects of his training very clear to a curious onlooker. His matching black jeans hung precariously on his hips. He looked good. She had to be blind to deny it. Her eyes raked up to his face where he was wiggling his eyebrows teasingly.

“You would be a great host if you listened to your guest. Your guest would be very happy if you laid down on your bed and slept for hours in the double digits.” He said placing his hands on your shoulder and began to steer Y/N towards her bedroom.

As he got closer towards the bedroom, her heart began to race. Her bedroom was not suitable for sleep and it was far from presentable to be viewed by Bakugo. There was only so much embarrassment concerning her little depression episode that she could tolerate in one day.

“Wait, no, we can’t go into my room.”

“What’s wrong with your room?”

Y/N did not think that she had ever looked at her floor this much in a single day.

“It’s not, it’s not presentable and I haven’t been able to clean it up.”

“Oh I see,” Bakugo said, and wrinkled his nose. “I can go in, or you whichever you prefer, and grab a few pillows and blankets and you can sleep on the couch. You should be comfortable there for a nap right?  If you’re okay with it, when you’re asleep I can clean your room. I promise I’ll be respectful and I won’t stare at anything.”

Y/N was caught off guard. She had not expected him to volunteer so quickly to clean up her room. She expected him to say something along the lines of promising to sleep when he left or just sleeping on the bare couch. In her head, she felt herself unconsciously comparing the actions to Jason. Bakugo did not judge her for the appearance of her apartment, he cleaned it without being asked and he had not ridiculed her about it. Not once. The difference felt foreign. It was here that she realised that she was only embarrassed about it because she expected him to ridicule her and just, well, be a dick about it. Like Jason would have.

“Y/N? Did I say something wrong?”

“No no, I’m just. I didn’t expect you to say that. I’ll go grab the pillows and stuff and I’d appreciate it if you did help with the room it’d help out a lot. Only if you want to.” Y/N said wagging her finger in his face, “Did you hear me? Only if you want to.”

Bakugo flashed her a toothy smile. “And I do want to. Now go grab your stuff, I’ll be on the couch.”

And there he was when she came back. He was sitting on the couch scrolling on his phone. His phone was quickly abandoned after Bakugo realised she had re-entered the room. 

“Hey you ready to pass out for the entire day?” he said as she slumped down next to him on the couch. Their shoulders and knees gently touch. The small touches were gently comforting to her. He was there and had been there for her. It was nice. His presence was nice.

“You sound like you’re about to knock me out with a pillow.”

“I will do what needs to be done.” Bakugo said, throwing his arms up over the top of the couch. He turned his head to look at her and y/n mimicked his action. His eyes were nice. Were they always that nice?

Amidst her thoughts, he got up and started arranging the pillows on the couch. He gestured towards it for her to lie down and she obediently obliged. Bakugo brought the blanket up over her shoulders and squatted down to face her.

“Now sleep, I’ll be doing something to keep myself busy whenever my host wakes up.”

“Can you lie down with me?”

Her own words shocked her. Their impulsiveness. Their rash nature. The silence that hung in the room after she said it.

“Never mind forget that I said anything.”

He flicked her forehead once again. 

“You could’ve at least given me a chance to respond. But yea i will scoot over.” Bakugo said getting up and pulling her up with him. He laid down on the couch and opened his arms to hug her. Timidly, y/n moulded herself into him. Her head resting on his chest, her arms clutching his midsection as his arms held her securely at the waist. It was nice. His presence was nice.

“Now get some sleep.” Bakugo said gently, and y/n closed her eyes. After what appeared to be a moment of contemplation on his part, his hold on her waist tightened and he gently kissed her forehead. It was the last thing she remembered feeling before her exhaustion took over. 

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im the hot ones anon and the depth u provided for bakugous insight is crazy good so i have a followup!! there’s a buzzfeed/jubilee style yt channel called odg that has kid centric content (you probably are familiar im sorry if im womansplaining!!!!) and i just. ph!bakugou talking to kids. its so easy to just write him off in that fanon characterised way yk short tempered hates kids hates everyone- but i think he really connects with kids? the videos im thinking of are the like “kids review ____’s career” and i think it would be interesting for bakugou to self reflect on his hero career in that way yk?

i do know odg ! i watch them with kpop idols and it’s always so sweet, especially the shinee one and some of the kids weren’t even born yet ANDDD i have in my rules i don’t do kids asks but this slides bc it’s not readers or bkg’s kid lmao and i think this is a fun idea to talk about so let’s gooooooooo (i could go SO IN DEPTH WITH THIS ILL TRY GET TO THE POINT LMAO)

kids review dynamight’s career !! (1.9k)

cw: none! cute stuff, kinda long (will wc it later)

okay i think in bkg’s general life he’s only around children on the job? like he’s got fans that are lil kids and sometimes they see him on the street. they’d always say hi to him and point saying “mr dynamight!” and i’m so convinced bakugou does not change his voice for kids, he doesn’t have a baby voice for them, just speaks in his normal gruff voice and the kids don’t mind lol because it’s like he’s in character like he is on tv. he’d always bend down a little for a high five and rub their heads with a tiny smile. aside from fanservicey work he doesn’t talk to kids much but he doesn’t mind them.

so for the interview it would be bakugou in the middle, a computer in front, a little eight year old and a five year old. comments awhing saying how cute he looks, how one kid is literally the size of his arm and he’s so much bigger than them. and lots of shots of all three of them looking to the producers for what’s next wide eyed like puppies LMAO. but anyways BEFORE THAT when bakugou would walk in with a little bow, the kids automatically are awhed by how big he is and the eight year old gasps recognising him.

bakugou gives a breathy chuckle at the reaction, in his long sleeved black henley top and simple jeans, setting himself down between them both. he shakes both of their hands and says “nice to meet you guys, my name is bakugou katsuki.” the five year old only being able to grab two of his fingers, a wide smile on his face missing a couple teeth and the other eight year old is still flabbergasted, head nodding rapidly at the introduction. then the two boys say their own names, the five year old with a little stutter to which bakugou nods to like he’s listening intently and the eight year old stutters too but out of pure nervousness.

“what d’you think i do?” bakugou asks on script, rubbing his hands together and looking between them both. and i feel like in their society with someone as massively built as bakugou you’re already assuming he does some type of hero work? like the man has muscles everywhere and looks like he could pick up tons of people at once.

the five year old speaks first, “are you a police man?” and he shakes his head with a deep chuckle, eyes squinting a little at the boy, “nah, i do just a little more than that.” then turns to the eight year old who’s eyes are gleaming at bakugou like he’s a god, “what about you kid?”

“y-you’re pro hero lord explosion murder dynamight, debuted officially at 18 years old and currently number two on the charts.”

“damn you know your stuff, don’t you?” and bakugou is consciously holding back his swearing, opting for damns instead of holy fucks and stuff instead of shit. he gives the older boy a teethy smile and playfully nudges his arm very lightly, watching the boy curl on himself in slight embarrassment from giving so much detail.

then he turns to talk to them both, “like little man here said, i’m a pro hero and yeah, i’ve been doing this for nearly seven years now. seven years since i got my proper licence.” and bakugou himself looks like he’s reminiscing even just mentioning how long he’s been doing this for and he shakes himself back to reality, “today we’re gonna go through my career, showin’ you some pics and videos of me doing my thing.”

the five year old speaks up, clocking onto what’s being said, “you’re a hero?” and his eyes widen like saucers, “s’you fight bad guys? beat dem all up?”

“yeah, i try my best to. sometimes i get help from my friends and we do it all together,” he says softly and it reminds him of when he was his age, watching heroes on the news and just being amazed.

when the first picture pops up onto the computer, bakugou’s about to ask his scripted question till he feels the five year old softly palming his thigh. “i can’t see!” he mumbles, trying to climb his thigh to get closer to the screen and the producers are on their feet to move the boy off him and tilt the screen so they can all see better but bakugou quickly just waves them off.

“d’you wanna sit on my lap? d’you think you can see then?” he peers down at the kid, asking for permission and when the kid nods with a little “yes please,” bakugou slides his hands under his arms and plops him on his lap. the child grins, the light from the screen glowing on his round cheeks. without meaning to, the eight year old on bakugou’s other side feels a little left out so he presses himself closer into his arm and for the rest of the interview they’re all stuck together talking amongst themselves.

“so do you boys know who these two losers are?” bakugou asks, an candid image of him, todoroki and midoriya in their hero uniforms. they’re all mid running and it’s a pretty sick shot he thinks. the boys both ignore the word losers, nodding their heads and both leaning in to get a better look.

“dat one’s deku!” says the youngest and the oldest chips in with “and that’s shoto, half hot half cold.”

bakugou clicks his tongue in disbelief, quirking an eyebrow, “so you know the green haired idiot but you didn’t know who i am?” he says to the youngest with a frown and the kid looks up at him with the shiniest widest eyes like he’s in trouble. slowly like a balloon deflating, katsuki’s frown becomes a smile and both kids begin bubbling with laughter.

the next image was what reporters would call a victory image. it was so very dramatic. a scene of dusty rubble and broken buildings, a dark sky and front and centre was bakugou with a man on his back, another on his shoulder and a woman in his arms. his uniform was torn across the centre revealing the thick bloody gash underneath and he only had one gauntlet left on. it’s an image bakugou’s seen a lot in his career and every time it evokes the same emotion. hard, painful disappointment.

but the seven year old beside him doesn’t react the same, he’s almost bouncing with excitement looking at it, pure adoration looping through his features with glowing cheeks. bakugou introduces the image and he finds it hard to hide his negativity. with a low stormy look in his eyes, “this was a mission from two years ago. it-it didn’t go as well as my team hoped and we lost a lot of people that day.”

bakugou assumed the studio would get quiet, staff would begin to mumble behind the cameras and the kids pull away from him in disgust. but they don’t, the seven year old can barely hold in his thoughts, “this fight was insane! you looked so cool! me and my friends watched it together and they thought you wouldn’t come out but i knew you would! and you did with so many people! it was so crazy!”

and both bakugou’s eyebrows raise at that, and he needs to remind himself he’s speaking to kids. not government officials forcing statistics down his throat. “that’s what it looks like kid, but more people died-passed away-than we expected-“

“but look how many people you saved! and there was more than just the people in the picture! i remember the clips afterwards!” he cuts in and his eyes are practically gleaming at bakugou, little hands holding onto his knees as his legs swing on the chair.

bakugou doesn’t know what to say back to him, because it’s true he did also save more people than he expected that day too. the littlest one on his lap chips in too, “you look so big and strong mr dynamight.” and he holds up both his arms like he’s a weightlifter, trying to tense his little biceps with a cute playful smile. and the smile is infectious because one creeps up onto bakugou’s face too.

“you two aren’t too bad, are you?”

and lastly it’s a red carpet image of bakugou in a tuxedo and his arm around you in an expensive glittery floor length dress. it’s a gorgeous image, bakugou staring down at you whilst you’re mid laughter with a palm on his chest.

all three of the boys eyes are fixated on the image, mostly on you. and it’s like bakugou regresses into a smug teenage boy at the picture, forgetting to include the details of where you both were. “that’s my girl. pretty ain’t she?”

and the two boys hum in unison, the youngest poking you on the screen with a tiny fat finger, “yes very pretty.” and the eight year old is mumbling a little, “yeah she is.”

bakugou grins, his hand reaching up to play with his chain you bought him around his neck, “her name is yn. she’s been with me through it all, since the beginning. i love her a lot.” bakugou twists a question to them, “who do you guys love in your life?”

“my mumma!” the little one on his lap shouts and bakugou nods along with him.

“i love my mum too. how ‘bout you?”

and the seven year old looks a little nervous, leaning even closer to katsuki like he’s about to tell a deep secret, “i love this girl in my class. i haven’t told her yet though.” he looks down at his hands at the end, embarrassed at his admission.

bakugou chuckles in his head but plays along with him, “you gotta tell her kid or someone else will tell her and she’ll like them back. don’t be a-“ and bakugou thinks of a more child appropriate term for pussy, “scaredy-cat.”

and the youngest one becomes a parrot, “tell her!”

bakugou holds up his pinky finger to the boy, “promise me you’ll tell her. good heroes always share how they feel.” and it’s like the boy was rejuvenated, energy sweeping into his limbs as he sits up straight to link pinky fingers.

“promise!”

outtakes include:

bakugou at the beginning explaining his quirk and how it works, mentioning how it also makes him smell sweet like caramel and the youngest asking with owlish eyes, “can i smell?” (not even can i see but smell?) and bakugou replies with a slight smile, “‘m not gonna let you stick your head in my armpit, sorry kid.”

and after seeing the image of bakugou with a huge long gash on his chest, both boys ask to see the scar now and bakugou’s looking off camera to see if he should and with a nod from producers, he lifts his top up and both boys go “ooooooo”. then they ask so so politely if they can touch it, “does it hurt mr dynamight?” and bakugou plays with them, letting out a groan when they poke it and deeply chuckles when they flinch away thinking they hurt him, “only jokin’ it doesn’t hurt anymore. my girl loves it, thinks it makes me look cool.” and the boys nod along like bakugou’s personal bobble head supporters, “it does!” “you do look cool mr dynamight!”

certain things in your script are not weird or out of place, you’re just not used to them. there’s a difference! ✨

DABI / TOUYA TODOROKI HEADCANONS

Warnings: +18 MINORS DNI!!! Light smut, basically fluff because I love him 💕🔥

DISCLAIMER: Characters belong to Kohei Horikoshi

Dabi might act all confident, but when it comes to women, he’s just like his little brother, totally oblivious, not even realizing when someone flirts with him

Dabi isn’t mean to you, but he is a perfect example of one of those guys who likes to bully a girl when he has a crush so don’t be surprised if he likes to annoy you more than others

Dabi has never known a determined woman in his life so if you show even a bit of a dominant nature, he doesn’t know how to approach it

He doesn’t know how to handle his growing feelings for you, but having been abandoned for most of his life, he just settles for secretly liking you from afar

Deep down he hasn’t believed for years that someone could actually love him the way he is, that’s why he might try to push you away if you come too close

His walls are tough to break, but once you’ve forced your way through them, he allows you to stay near him

Safety is important for Dabi as he grew up in a toxic environment, therefore his heart becomes easier to reach once he feels that you’re safe to be around with

He would never initiate a kiss as he’s too afraid for rejection

Once he gets his first kiss with you, he doesn’t know what to do, other than just stay still and wonder if he’s dreaming, his hands are trembling as he wants to hold you but confusion and fear is a mix that is hard for him to overcome

But when you place his hands on your waist, he relaxes a bit and kisses you back, the heavy burden of his damaged heart lightening up for feeling accepted

After knowing how it feels to have someone touch him, he realizes how much he craves for physical connection so even if he isn’t much for public displays of affection, he’s always showing his fondness over you somehow, whether it’s his hand in the back pocket of your pants or his foot brushing against yours when you sit on a couch next to each other 

Loves to just wrap his arms around your waist tightly when you’re laying together in bed

Sometimes when things start to heat up between you two, his body begins to warm up as he unintentionally activates his quirk a bit, which you find adorable

When having sex for the first time, you make sure that he feels safe with you, kissing the scarred parts of his skin as if showing that you know he’s a bit insecure of them after all

You share a deep kiss as he penetrates you, a strong shiver of pleasure running down his spine that strengthens the feeling of love he has for you

His fingers are laced with yours the whole time

He doesn’t last that long which you don’t mind since it’s a first time for him

Feeling like you fully accept him, his every negative trait and flaw, his love for you is truly undisputed

Now that he finally has someone he wants to protect, he can see a future for himself

Dabi’s biggest turn on is definitely when you stand up for him, especially if you get enraged to whoever it is that insults him

It makes him feral so his hands are all over you afterwards

Although he doesn’t bully you that much now that you’re dating, he still likes to annoy you on purpose, because that’s one of his ways of showing how much he loves you💕

BAKUBABE AS A BOYFRIEND

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 ᵕ̈ this is dedicated to arya-chan @discogojo , see bakugo showed up😎 and I think that's the gif you have on your laptop so yeah have fun simping love♡

you and bakubabe were childhood besties

so he was used to having you around and was literally OVERPROTECTIVE

first it was in a brotherly way but in high school he started becoming less disgusted by you

yeah because he denied any kind of physical contact towards you

he thought you were ew but that's how he showed affection okay

he refuses to admit to himself that he has a heart so at first he was oblivious to his feelings towards you

but during one of his overthinking-before-bed sessions he was like

"fuck"

BAKUBUBBLE IS IN LOOOOOVE

but shhh that's his secret

he hates showing feelings to your classmates so he tried to be discreet

but he couldn't help but stare from time to time

and smile a little at the way your hair flows with the wind coming from the slightly open window

this bitch loves to pretend he is an emotionless rock

needless to say you had to make the first move otherwise bakurat would never ask you out

you texted him saying you'd like to meet outside and that you had something to tell him

he left you on seen because well he's an ass but he came anyway

you confessed and he was like 😐 the whole time

then his face features softened and he put his hand on your cheek

AND HE KISSED YOU

bakubitch was too embarrassed to tell anyone because of his rEpUtAtIoN

he thought they'd know eventually

which they did literally the next morning

you spilled the tea to Mina and she spoke a little too loud

EVERYONE HEARD

but everyone ships yall

they think you make bakubro a better, calmer person

which warms your heart everytime because you love him so much and want to be a positive influence on him

BUT as said before, he is afraid to show his feelings, even if it's just you, in the beginning of your relationship

so if you want attention you better beg for it OR be very patient

as he gets more and more confortable he'll start asking... in his own way

"Come here dumbass I want to crush you"

which could be translated as "Come cuddle my love I enjoy having you wrapped in my arms<3"

overall bakubabi isn't good with words BUT you can read in his eyes like an open book

and when he stares at you it's such a love-filled gaze that your heart meets every single time

he buys you gifts sometimes too

but he gets shy, he's afraid you might not like it

so he just throws the gift at you and wait for your reaction

and once he's sure it's positive he'll turn around and smile at you

seeing your happy face brings him so much joy

yeah he loves you a lot

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Secret wife? Secret wife?

#draftdump and no edit

You're Bakugou's side kick- have been for a few years now but with it being your day off you aren’t at the office instead at home folding Katsuki’s Laundry, meal prepping for the week and making spicy curry for lunch tomorrow, for you and your husband.

You're folding his iconic skull T shirt, your kitten, Boom Boom, sleeping in your hoodie when you get the call from the hospital- they don’t call you by your hero name no they address you by your last “hello? Y/n Bakugou? This is nurse Kiyoko from Mustafu Provice hospital your Husband Bakugou Katsuki is currently in the trama unit about to undergo a minor surgery for-“

You don't let the nurse finish before you’re already pulling out the drive way in Katsuki’s orange Jeep. Not having heard the words "minor" only "Katsuki hospital", "husband", "trauma", and "surgery". As you half hazardourdly park the car in the ER parking lot not caring if the car gets towed or that you made a 25 minute drive in only 8.

Your bursting through the doors of the ER ignoring the nurses and clergery staff that tell you you aren’t authorized passed the waiting room and you don’t stop running stomping your way through the halls until you spot Kirishimas red hair, Minas Pink skin and the heterochric eyes of Shoto as you make a bee like straight for them. You aren’t in your hero suit so you don’t expect the medical staff to know who you are. Shit you aren’t even in real clothes just one of Bakugous sleep shirts and a pair of purple spandex, still in your Dynamite house slippers when two buff nurses attemp to stop you in your tracks

“Ma’am I don’t know who you are but you cannot be here!” One of them all but shouts in your ear

While the other day “someone get security!”

It isn’t until you elbow one in the stomach that Shoto voice can be heard from the door way of Katsuki’s room flanked by Mina and Eijiro “She’s with us guys-“

Mina tries to help, you know she is when she supplies a “that’s his side kick!”

And Eijiro just looks confused because how did you know they were in the hospital? Katsuki deliberately told him not to call you on your day off, and he promised he wouldn't not even questioning why the blond thought he would call his sidekick for a minor injury.

It isn’t until you muff the second man in scrubs in the face that you shout at them “his wife has every right to be here you fucking shit head! You fuckers called me!”

And your pushing your way past everyone until your by the blonds bedside he looks out of it and confused and his left arm is all bandaged up but he still recognizes you immediately when he turns his head to the nurse changing his IV

“You called my Wife?!”

“She is your emergency contact Mr. Bakugou and your power of attorney; the moment we were told you passed out in the ambulance we were obligated to contact Mrs.Bakugou”

“Damn straight she was.” You tell him.

“Like hell you were.” he tell her.

You both shoot daggers at each other for split second before you grab his hand and squeeze it, while glaring down at him. "Be nice to your nurse Katsuki." you chide while scrunching your nose at your dumb, stupid husband "I was worried about you and here you are trying to hide shit from me."

Katsuki's eyes soften before looks away "I just didn't want to worry you." he mumbles.

"I'll always worried. Stupid head."

With a chuckle Katsuki squeezes your hand while looking you up and down, "at least I don't look like a stupid head, why you wearing house slippers in the hospital?"

"because I love your ugly ass, thats why" you sigh, leaning down to kiss his big ass forehead before turning back to the nurse. "Sorry about him, are there any papers I need to sign?"

"Oh no problem Mrs. Bakugou, he was a a treat to talk to while he was going under, wouldn't stop talking about you. All I need from you is a signature for the insurance claim, and a debriefing on post-op care, he should be ready to go home later this evening." she smiles.

Making her way past the other hero's and out the room.

"So were you just not going to tell us you were MARRIED!?" Mina accuses.

Enjiro just looks hurt "Bro how could you not tell anyone? How could you not tell me?"

"They told me." Todoroki supplies.

"Not helping Sho."

"Don't be a snitch icyhot."

"How could you?" Enjiro looks like he's going to pass out, as if finding out his best friend was married might actually kill him.

Bakugou groans while turning his head, but letting go of your hand, shoving his face into your arm.

"we needed a witness and Shoto doesn't have a big mouth like the rest of you guy. sorry" you supply.