♪ ༘⋆ ᴅʀᴀᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ — T.todoroki Smau

i need to kill oliver aiku.

is this not just bakugo in a different font?

L.O.V.E

🎮 tomura shigaraki x fem!reader smau

a strangers/online friends to lovers university au

masterlist / keigo lore / cold soba

checkpoint;

keigo lore

cw; mentions of suicide, mentions of drug addiction, allusions to SA, mentions of running away, mentions of familial death from overdose, allusions to anxiety and depression, please please please do not read this if any of these are triggering to you, this chapter is not super important to the plot, it’s a side quest that just explains the history between keigo and touya from the last chapter’s lore drop, MDNI, please be mindful of you’re mental state when reading this chapter

who is keigo takami?

well to put it simply, keigo takami is an older brother and works as a restaurant bar manager. but who is keigo takami beneath that?

keigo takami is a broken child.

when keigo was two years old, his sister was born. that was fine, he loved playing with her and watching her grow up. from two years old to seven years old, life couldn’t have been better, he had his parents and his sister. when he was six things between his parents got a bit rocky, but still that was okay. he still had them and his sister.

until he didn’t.

when keigo was seven, he learned that not all parents stay together. he also learned what cheating really was and why his sister didn’t really look like him. his dad said he’d take care of him and that he’d still get to see him, that didn’t last very long.

when keigo was ten, his dad remarried and moved away; he never saw him again. keigo had to take care of himself, his sister, and his mom who found her solace in drugs. little keigo did what he could, which as a ten year old, wasn’t much.

when keigo was fourteen, he met touya at school. the two became friends fast, hanging out at school, or the park when they had the time. neither of them wanted the other at their house for varying reasons.

in the summer between freshman and sophomore year when keigo was 15, he and touya began dating. it was the happiest keigo had been in years, but he still had his mom and sister to take care of. keigo worked hard to make sure that his sister was taken care of, that his mom was doing okay, and that his relationship lasted. he started working as a busser and dishwasher for a restaurant. working as many hours as he could, he’d take the bus after school and on weekends.

when keigo was sixteen, his sister tried running away in hopes to make it easier for keigo. she got as far as the park five blocks from their house before keigo found her. “i need you here, i can’t lose you, please little sis. it’s just you and me against the world. i will always protect you and take care of you. no matter what happens, i promise to always be there.” his words had made them both cry and she followed him home. that night, keigo held his sister while they fell asleep for the first time since they were kids.

when keigo was seventeen, a number of things happened. in may, he bought touya a promise to give him on their anniversary in september. in june, his sister tried to kill herself, she wouldn’t tell him why, but he thought it might have something to do with her ex-boyfriend or maybe their mom. in july, his mom passed away and he started working more to get a place for his sister and him to live. keigo never got to give touya the ring, because in august dabi, as he apparently now went by, broke his heart. keigo was left wondering if it was his fault.

when keigo was eighteen, he graduated high school and started working nearly everyday. he saved up enough to buy a car and would take his sister to school in the morning before going to work. his sister got into gaming as an escape and he did everything he could to support her. keeping her face hidden, she started streaming and soon enough started making money.

“keigs, i got money from streaming my games.” his sister had said one morning on the drive to school, keigo was almost twenty while his sister was a few months shy of being eighteen.

“that’s awesome chickadee, how much did you get?” he glanced at her from the driver seat while stopped at a red light.

“nine hundred dollars.” keigo gaped at his sister in shock, a car honked behind them, and he started driving again.

“that’s amazing, i’m so proud of you little sister.” she smiles at his words, feeling shy at what she says next.

“i want you to have it.” he’s shaking his head before she even finishes talking.

“no.”

“but keigs-”

“i said no, save it for college. don’t waste it on me.”

“It’s not a waste to me. i want to spend it on you. you’re my big brother, you take care of me.”

“exactly, i take care of you. not the other way around.”

“keigo please.”

“i said no.”

she doesn’t say anything more but a couple weeks later he has new clothes for work and a new phone for his birthday, he doesn’t bring it up.

and now, keigo is twenty-four, working a restaurant bar manager position that he worked his ass off to prove himself worthy of and get promoted to. he has them living in a two bedroom apartment in a nicer part of town, his little sister is in college and still streaming.

and the love of his life, the boy that broke his heart, is sitting on the couch in his living room, looking very much like he belongs there. keigo’s heart breaks all over again, and the ring he keeps hidden in the back of his closet calls his name for the first time in years.

he’s fucked.

checkpoint; keigo lore, data saved!

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top 3 musicals GO

alright the thing about this is that i’ve literally only seen or listened to like 4? (idk i could be wrong) musicals sooo

but i’ll rank my top 3 in the order i like them

1) Epic The Musical obviously (it’s literally my whole theme)

2) Six (the musical about King Henry VIII wives)

3) Hamilton

that audio clip of the dude going "I hate the rain." And the women replaying with "how could anyone hate the rain."

Except it's Bakugou Katsuki, slow burn, enemies to friends to lovers, multi-chapter, 20k each chapter fic and the rain scene is where he realizes he's in love with you.

Fantasies / (t.shigaraki x GN! Reader) (Drabble)

☆ porn no plot

☆ cw / tw : Male masturbation. Thats it. Tomura jacks it.

Tomura really can’t help himself, he’s tried, god he’s tried to stop himself but he’s going fucking feral at this point.

It was totally your fault. Yea. Yea that’s right, you stood too close to him today, he got a whiff of your perfume and now here he was, furiously rutting his hand against his cock like a horny teenager. But fuck he really can’t help it. You smelt so good and shit your hair looked so nice, and your outfit…

“Oh Tomura.” Your voice would be sweet and soft as you’d coo at him. Tomura could see it now, clear as day, you’d grin at him with those pretty eyes and lick down his chest.

Tomura could feel his cock twitch in his hands and he shuddered, chewing on his lips. Fuck, the thought of you was driving him insane, he was going insane. 

“Ah ah… focus on me…” you would dip your head down and kiss the tip of his cock lovingly, licking on his tip. Tomura would jolt, the mere sensation of your tongue on his sensitive cockhead would make his head spin.

And then you’d lean down and take him fully into your mouth and-

Tomura shuddered, cock twitching as he came, his cum dripping off his chest as a slew of curses spilled from his chapped lips.

Shit.

He still couldn’t hold out long enough to finish his fantasy…

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A Cursed Forest

Synopsis: in which you journey on with dragon!sukuna who runs into someone he knows Word Count: 2k Warnings: cursing, not proofread Pt 1, Pt 2, Pt 3

You have been walking for hours and hours since dawn break when the first light lit up the entrance of the cave. On that morn, the Cursed King had shifted into the form of a man — hulking and terrifying, a true beast — and strode forth from the cave with no instruction to guide you. Yet, you knew better than to utter a query or seek command, for his will was plainly wrought: follow him wherever he pleases. 

So you did. 

The ground was dry, cracked, and parched as if no rain had ever lay even but a kiss upon it. The sky darkened with the threat of tempest, though no breeze stirs the air, nor no sound, and no sign of life in the forest. It frightened you impossibly further, for you were so certain the trees were alive all through the night, but then, as your captor, or your saviour, you’ve yet to know, marched along, with you in tow, you knew then that it was his very presence that commanded an eerie stillness upon every branch, every leaf, and every critter that had made this place its home. 

Sore and bruised, your feet ache with every step; you dare not complain. Instead, you pray to the Heavens that your stomach will not grumble so loudly and that this destination the King has in mind arrives soon, for there is not much more you can give. 

Power coursing through his veins, he does not seem affected by this long journey through the forest. He is not lost, he does not thirst or hunger, he does not stumble or slow his pace. He is as steady as time and just as silent and merciless. 

A step for him is a leap for you, and you are struggling to keep up. When you stop by a tree, leaning against the rough bark to catch your breath, he stops, too, but he does not meet your eye. He simply stands tall, his unclothed back rippling with tension, and you rush to your feet, not wanting to irritate him with your weakness. 

He journeys on wordlessly. 

Midday passes, and you have not eaten, drank, or rested. Your mortal limitations are dragging your limbs down, forcing your mouth to dry and your vision to spin. 

“M-my Lord,” you stutter, nails pricking your palm, “if I m-may, I do not think I can go on much longer.”

Halting ahead, he turns and regards you with his full attention. He’s looking, really looking, and what he sees displeases him greatly. With a sneer, he makes a sharp turn and mists away. 

You slump to the ground, ashamed of the way your knees quiver and how blood so easily leaks from shallow cuts on your bare feet. You are just as your family says: weak, pathetic, and useless. Nothing had ever prepared you for this twist of fate, from being cast out to being offered as sacrifice for the drought and then to taking on the role of companion to the most monstrous beast that plagues the Kingdom of Eden. 

It is a mockery. 

The salt in a wound that runs deep and defines you. 

“Drink.”

Your eyes had shut without your realisation and when they open, you think perhaps you are delirious, because you are somewhere different. Still imprisoned in the Dark Forest, you are now at the river that pierces straight through. Rushing forward, you slurp down the fresh water. Life pulses in your very heart. It is cool and refreshing and everything you needed.

Dripping down your chin, the water you cup in your hands is soaked up by your dress more so than your own lips, but you cannot find the decency to feel shame in front of the King. 

Heat blasts your back, sudden and light, and you feel it tickle your skin. Behind you, your captor holds a charred bird, smoke curling out of his mouth. He throws it in your lap when you turn, staining your dress and threatening to burn your thighs. 

“Eat.”

It is as delicious as the meat he had allowed you to feast on the previous night. Strength floods your stomach, rich and filling. This is the most fortunate you’ve ever been when it comes to food; your family would throw scraps at you, watery oats and bones to gnaw on.

Warmth dancing inside, you’re much more comfortable now and ready to journey further, but you do not want to let him know just yet, lest he drags you onwards for another half-day. Slowly, you pick at the meat, pretending to savour it.

“Thank you, my Lord,” you mutter, barely above a whisper.

He grunts. Leaning against a tree himself, he watches you, lip curling slightly in something that might have been amusement or disdain. Your eyes dart downward, and you know what he sees—the dark mark upon your chest, a twisted design resembling his dragon shape, now burned into your skin. The heat beneath it intensifies under his stare, but neither of you speak of it.

Swallowing and carefully, you find the courage to ask, “To where do we venture, my Lord?”

“The nearest town to the north.”

That would be Agartha — a bustling place nestled within the heart of the northern mountains, a haven for traders and merchants. It is a place you have only heard whispers of in stories uttered of by those in your home who dared not venture beyond the village borders. It is said to welcome all manner of folk and creatures, so long as they have something of value to trade, but few have dared to travel its roads. 

It’s over a day’s travel, and the closer one gets to that part of the land, the more likely they are to encounter a cursed being, even if one avoids passage through the Dark Forest, skirting along the edge instead. 

“Why?”

His amber eyes cut through yours, and with disdain, he orders, “Finish your food, and do not question me anymore.”

“But why walk when you can fly?”

The question leaves your mouth before you could mull the thought further and the flex of his hand makes you gulp. You know not where the stupidity came from and you resent yourself for it. A moment passes, the leisurely flow of the river the only sound filling this gap between you. 

Assessing you with a cock of his head, you wonder what he’s thinking. Perhaps he’s regretting his choice of companion, or perhaps he’s considering whether you are better off as a meal. You hope it’s not the latter. Or either. You hope he likes you. 

Why, you cannot bear to ponder. 

“Because you cannot.”

His voice…

It’s softer than before. Not quite gentle — it is still very much rough, raspy, and deep in a way that rattles your bones — but there’s a vulnerability, a sincerity that leaves you reeling. The mark on your chest burns, and you grow breathless, shivers running up your spine and tingling in places you cannot linger on for too long. 

He grunts, his large hand clutching a pec. His eyes meet yours with disbelief. Something clicks inside again, that turn of a key, that slotting of a puzzle piece, which he seems to feel, too. But that can’t be. 

“You,” he hisses, and then he shakes his head. Inhaling deeply, you feel the forest rumble beneath you, shaking with the force with which he’s gripping the tree bark behind him. “If you are finished, get to your feet and walk before I drag you by your hair.”

He is already turning away, walking ahead with more force than before. You quickly wash your hands and mouth before you rush after him, afraid to be left alone as the afternoon falls. 

Hiking closer to him than before, you cannot help but eye his marked back. The black lines are pigmented and clean. They do not appear like the marks you’ve seen on other men in your village. No, they look to be a part of his body, just as any of his limbs are. 

You wonder how they feel under your fingers. 

Another hour or two passes in silence. You do not ask questions and he does not offer answers. This is a mere glimpse of how the rest of your time with him will pass, you gander. Though, it is unclear for long he will tolerate your existence. A man like him, or rather a creature like him, does not seem like the type to desire company, and yet here you are.

The temperature drops considerably. Goosebumps rise along your arms. A sharp crackle sparks in your chest.

You have unknowingly ventured somewhere odd. The branches are sparser, the grass is balding and dull, and fog is blanketing your feet. Somehow, the sky has darkened quickly, as if the clouds had thickened within seconds. You feel a chill prick your spine. 

“Stay close, rat,” the King of Curses snarls. 

When you approach him, he gives you a firm look and then jerks his chin. You press closer. In the distance, you can hear whistling —mocking and taunting. Your breaths get more and more shallow. You are being watched. 

Hesitantly, fearful you might set something off, you whisper, “Where are we?”

“We are on the brink between the edge of this forsaken forest and the land surrounding Agartha. There will be dangers around these parts. Do take care to not allow yourself to be ripped apart; you will stain my skin with your filthy blood,” he growls. 

You have only heard of tales from drunken men in taverns you’d pass by. Tales of hunched beasts ranging in height, some with the ability to tear into your flesh and kill you instantly and others with magic that lure you to your death. And though you’d like to know more about what exactly the King is sending along these parts, you are far from keen to learn first-hand. So, you follow the angry man’s lead. 

The recent turn of events has you reeling, but you are given little to no time to ponder anything. Indeed, you have no choice, just as you have never had a choice in life. 

More whistling. 

It has grown nearer. 

“Fuck,” the King growls. He flexes his arms, hands closing to fists as he marches ahead. You cannot tell how he feels, whether he is afraid, anxious, or enraged. Best not to find out. 

“If it isn’t the great King, out of his domain,” a woman’s voice sounds out.

It is melodic and enchanting. Bumps on your skin rise. There is something frightening in her tone. Too sure, too confident, too in control, you cannot breathe with the weight of her presence, though you see her not.

“And with a mortal girl, no less.”

The voice, bodiless, float around your head, lifting locks of your hair as if marveling at the tangible feel of your body. 

Squealing, you run to your companion’s side, holding his arm in spite of yourself. He glances down at your quivering form and rolls his eyes. “Spare me the theatrics, Kuchisake. We are merely passing. Answer me: Is Agartha still as it once was when I was awake?”

The voice chuckles and replies, “It has not changed. Time does not pass by in that corner of the kingdom.” 

He nods and moves to continue on his way before she speaks again, and the underlying threat in her voice stops him in his tracks. 

“I know what you seek. But Mother has made her intentions clear; you must see through the bonds that tie you down.”

A force knocks you back into a tree and away from him. The impact knocks the breath out of you but it does not hurt.

It is impossible to tell who pushed you, and you dare not dwell on it. They are having a stand-off, asserting power over each other, whilst you remain as mere collateral. That is how it has always been with these cursed beings, indeed with any who held power over you. 

“Mother has chosen to play a cruel joke, one in which I want no part. Not even she can stop me. So keep your advice to yourself, Nymph.”

She hums a melancholy tune, it is low and slow, a bastardisation of a sacred melody. She sings the wedding march.

Sukuna flicks his wrist and you’re lifted up, floating in the air until you land on your own feet next to him. Then he walks on, with you in tow, feeling red tendrils of smoke tied around your wrist, keeping you from running or being snatched away. It is as if he has collared you, his very own pet.

Still invisible to the human eye, she hums that tune all the way through the forest, even once you’ve left the border of those crooked trees, and only stops when a mountain in the distance comes into view. 

That is where you are headed. And deep inside, there is something the King of Curses wants desperately enough to stomach mockery from, who you can only guess to be, his sister. 

What lies ahead, you do not know. 

You have no choice but to trust him, and you hope that at the end of this cursed journey, you will make it out in one piece.

bassist!touya moodboard for @samm1e13 ily <3 this kinda also works as a general moodboard for my bassist!touya but idc (i hope u like it)

𝄞 you’re already somewhat established, touya has a hard time with labels but you’re basically dating atp

𝄞 you’re present (front and center) at every show, that is when you’re not backstage cheering for him

𝄞 i like to imagine that he sneaks off with you after every show so you can hang out and smoke together away from his bandmates

𝄞 will drag you on stage to kiss you between songs

𝄞 one of his bass strings broke during a show once and you’re now wearing it around your neck with a little charm on it

𝄞 will be touchy with you during band practice (you’re the only non-band member allowed)

𝄞 if you’re not literally on his lap sharing his thighs with his bass guitar, then he has at least one hand on you (when he doesn’t play)

𝄞 yes, this has caused arguments between the band before, but nothing too serious

𝄞 will randomly show up at your place, your work etc. just to sneak away five minutes of your time to smoke (he acts nonchalant about it, but he is not nonchalant)

𝄞 when you’re out on dates, he will ALWAYS shotgun his cig (idk if that is the right terminology)

𝄞 writes songs for you. i repeat he WRITES songs for you!!!! will write sappy ass little love songs and be like “huh, oh yea thought abt it five mins ago” (he spent the entire night finding the right words to express himself)

up to date you say?

well well well

heres a wip for you

When he was younger he would sit on the floor and play with his action figures. When he started school the toys were replaced with notebooks and pens. He remembered one instance, during first year of highschool, where he was perched in his chair, furiously scribbling in his journal, (He was much too prideful to call it a diary) about you. Pages upon pages wasted as he ranted about how much he hated you. The strangest part? He had a nagging feeling that he really didn’t hate you-

Nope. Not going down that train of thought today. Thanks a lot Eijirou.

ahhhhh lemme eat this real quick. mhmmm yummy, we love an instigating eijirou. he really is a shit starter 🙂‍↕️

Chapter 05.

♡ twenty three

♡ rivals to lovers / fake dating

♡ cw / tw : Drinking. Mentions of alcohol. Violence. Reader is hit on by someone.

Kaminari grinned as he pushed the door to the bar open. His hand tightly gripping that of his girlfriends he meets your gaze. “You and Bakugo go sit wherever you want. I’ll take this one-” He motions to the brunette standing next to him - who giggles at his antics, a soft pink flushing against her cheeks. “To get us some drinks.” Denki muses happily, nudging the girl closer to him with a quiet, “C’mon babe, let’s leave the lovebirds alone.”

Bakugo scoffs and rolls his eyes at one of his friend’s antics. It was irritating enough that Denki and the rest of his friends were all trying to play cupid with the both of you but the looks you were giving him during the whole car ride here wasn’t helping with their, “Shipping fuel.” Bakugo swore if he had to read more fanfiction of you both - courtesy of Mina - he might commit first degree murder.

And then there was Denki’s fucking questions during the trip to the bar.

“So [Name], what do you think about Bakugo?”

“Fake dating must be so hard. Why don’t you both - oh I dunno, start dating for real! Then you won’t struggle with keeping the act up!”

Shut up dunce face oh my god shut up.

And it really wasn’t helping that you were conveniently wearing the same perfume tonight - that you were wearing on the night of the gala. 

The one that made him feel like he was drowning in you. 

In your presence.

“Why are you just standing there?” Your voice broke Bakugo out of his train of thought, “You were the one that wanted to make our relationship seem more ‘realistic’ and decided it would be a good idea to accept Kaminari’s invitation to go on a double date.” You crossed your arms over your chest and Bakugo rolled his eyes at your sass.

“Yea, I did. And you know as well as I do, that this shit will help us in the fucking hero ranks. So maybe you should stop acting like such a fucking brat and let me take you out on this…” He caught himself before he could say the word.

A date.

“...day out.” 

Bakugo finished, a soft red creeping up his neck as he averted his eyes.

You snorted and shook your head. “Nice save.” You grinned, punching him lightly on the chest. “C’mon. Where do you wanna sit?” You pulled the door open for him. “Oh excuse my manners.” You bowed at him and hummed. “Ladies first.” 

Bakugo rolled his eyes and stepped inside, looking around at the bar as you followed at his heels. “Over there.” He pointed to a corner which looked secluded enough, he just prayed that nobody would disturb any of you. 

It was annoying enough dealing with crazy fans while he was on duty, but it was even more annoying when he had to deal with them in public. 

At least when he was working he could deflect the clingy fuckers under the guise that he was on the clock - which by any means wasn’t wrong. He was on the shift! People should know better than to bother a hero that was working.

But here?

It was fair game. He couldn’t push them away unless he wanted to drop in the ranks even further, and seeing that Bakugo was doing this whole fake dating shtick to keep himself from falling in the ranks in the first place - if he yelled at his fans he wouldn’t hear the end of it from his PR manager. 

“You’re thinking again.” Your voice sounded bored as the both of you sat down facing each other.

Bakugo met your eyes and his eyebrows furrowed. “What am I supposed to do? Stop thinking?” 

You rolled your eyes with a snort.

“Honestly? That sounds like a dream to be honest.” 

“Ha ha. Very funny.”

Silence stretched between the both of you. But it wasn’t unwelcomed. It was actually kind of nice.

“I’m going to the bathroom. Dunce face and his girl should be back soon. Don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone.” Bakugo muttered, pushing himself out of his seat and walking to the otherside of the bar, disappearing in the mob of people.

Now, by yourself you decided to take in your surroundings and listen in onto a group of three girls sitting from a table across you.

“So Kenzie. It’s a Friday night, any plans for the weekend?” The first girl looked at the other with a grin.

“I dunno Ari… Sammie and her boyfriend were planning on taking me to see him soon so maybe that?” The second girl looked at the third who shrugged.

“When Keigo isn’t so busy I think that would be a good idea. Your man does get a little lonely by himself all day don’t you think?” The third girl - Sammie spoke up before turning her attention to Ari.

“So… what about you and your man?”

The first girl grew clearly embarrassed at this mention of her ‘man’, a bright red blush flushing up her neck as she stammered out excuses about how she was unable to meet her “number one hero” that week.

A smile tugged at your lips.

So she’s Deku’s mystery girl. Maybe I should talk to him about her some time.

“Hey there, pretty thing.”

A sleazy voice calls out from your side and you look up. The man standing over you must be at least fifteen - maybe twenty years older than you? He was clearly drunk too, sporting a bright red blush and an obvious stumble in his steps.

“Leave me alone.” You mumbled, looking away.

“Awe c'mon babe! Don’t be a buzzkill.” He slurred, tipping his head forehead as he reached for your hand.

You slapped it away and glared. “I said I’m not interested. Piss off. Do you not know who the fuck I am?” You shot back, sure using your quirk on civilians was definitely not allowed, surely you could have done something here. Maybe scare the freak off or something.

“Are we having a fucking problem here.” 

Bakugo’s voice came out strained as his ruby eyes glared at you and the man looming over you. He stared at the way the man tried grabbing your hand and how uncomfortable you looked.

“And who the fuck might you be?” The man stared at Bakugo, it was so obvious he was out of it. The whole bar had gone silent as the crackle and pop of Dynamight’s quirk in his palms echoed around the establishment.

“I’m their fucking boyfriend.” He hissed. People had begun to pull out their phones and record the whole ordeal. You yanked your hand out of his grip and practically scrambled to Bakugo’s side - seeking comfort against his warmth.

A familiar and warm hand was placed on your shoulder.

I’ve got you.

“Beat it bitch. Before I tear you a new fucking asshole.”

The man decided the hassle would be too much as he mumbled a half-assed apology under his breath and slinked away. The small crowd disperses, going back to doing what they were before the whole scuffle.

“Are you okay?” Bakugo whispered as you sighed.

“Yea… I got it under control though. You didn’t have to save me y'know?” You grumbled. Sure you were grateful for his help but he didn’t need to know that.

Bakugo snorted and shook his head. “Right. Under control.” 

“I did!” You protested, a grin on your face. Bakugo chuckled. "Just... sit down. Idiot." he sighed, shaking his head.

"So rude." You huffed, sitting back down. "When is Kaminari getting back?" You asked, looking around for the other blond. 

Bakugo turned his head and jutted his thumb out to a slightly buzzed Kaminari draped over his girlfriend's shoulder.

"Speak of the devil." 

Bakugo grinned.

You grinned back.

-

The city lights melded and meshed together in a whirl of colour. You stared longingly out of the sports car's window.

You had fun tonight. With Bakugo.

It was strange, that was for sure, you never thought that you would be enjoying the presence of the Katsuki Bakugo in your life like ever.

But you had fun tonight, sure most of it was to just make the headlines and show off to the press but at one point, the thought of your ranking had slipped from your mind and you began enjoying yourself. 

“Where to from here?” Bakugo’s voice was soft, and you snapped out of your train of thought, observing your surroundings. 

“Uhhh… next left and it should be the third one on the right.” You mumbled as Bakugo pulled the car to a slow stop at the red light.

He drummed his fingers against the steering wheel, clearly deep in thought.

“What are you thinking about?”

Your voice broke him out of his train of thought and Bakugo shrugged. “Stuff.” He mumbled. “Did you have a good time?”

You nodded, looking back out at the window. “Yea. Did you?”

“I did.”

Silence.

“I’m sorry. For what I said.” You mumbled as Bakugo stepped on the gas, his brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“The night of the gala. I said I hated you? That was a lie.” 

Bakugo’s grip on the steering wheel tightened.

“I don’t hate you. Hate is too much of a strong word. I’d say dislike is too strong of a word too. There are some things you do that piss me off but I wouldn’t say I hate you… y’know?” You shrugged.

Bakugo nodded, swallowing.

“I never hated you either.” He mumbled under his breath, pulling up to your driveway.

You paused, before turning your head to meet his gaze. “You didn’t?”

He shook his head. “Nah. You were annoying as fuck but I never hated you.”

A small smile creeped onto your face and Bakugo silently thanked his lucky stars that it was dark out, lest you see the blush that would creep onto his cheeks.

“Well then. Truce?” You stuck your hand out.

Bakugo rolled his eyes and sighed, reaching out for your hand. “Truce.” 

You grinned.

Bakugo grinned back.

-

“You do have a bit of an ego though. Might wanna get that checked out if you wanna be the number one.” You shrugged, sliding your key into your door.

Bakugo stared at you and frowned. “You’ve got an ego too bitch. Don’t fuckin’ play with me.”

“Bitch??”

“Do you wanna go? Right here?”

“I’ll fuckin’ body you even in this outfit.”

“You’re so on.”

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