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class 1-a as things my friends have done

deku: *yaps about the wrong topic in an essay* *gets 100%*

bakugo: saw someone fall over and cackled for 10 minutes straight

todoroki: thought weed (drug) was weed (irritating plant) in health class

uraraka: made a plastic bag 'fly' by using a hairdryer

iida: owns many pairs of glasses, each for a specific activity (e.g. reading, school, tv, etc.)

kirishima: received multiple dumbbells for their bday

kaminari: tried to microwave pasta with the fork still in the bowl

sero: wrapped airpods (as a gift) to look like a tricycle. it did not work.

mina: tried to show us their dance moves and proceeded to (accidentally) kick a tv

jiro: forgot to pause their music before unplugging their earphones and accidentally blasted hozier to the entire class

momo: so rich they didn't even realise they bought deluxe cinema tickets for the whole friend group

aoyama: dressed up as edward cullen for halloween. there was glitter in their house for months after

mineta: i would never do my friends like that. come on now.

tsuyu: tried to tie their hair into a bow ("guys i'm in my coquette era!!") and ended up tangling it so badly they had to cut it

hagakure: we played hide and seek and we couldnt find them. to this day we still don't know where they hid

shoji: brings nothing but a pen and some scrap paper to every class #minimalistcore

ojiro: dressed up as godzilla for halloween and got their tail stuck in the door

tokoyami: "who even listens to emo music" *mcr is their #1 spotify artist*

sato: baked cookies as an apology to a teacher (we yapped too much in the previous class)

koda: had a conversation with a magpie that they were convinced was our school principal

class 1-a as things my friends have done

deku: *yaps about the wrong topic in an essay* *gets 100%*

bakugo: saw someone fall over and cackled for 10 minutes straight

todoroki: thought weed (drug) was weed (irritating plant) in health class

uraraka: made a plastic bag 'fly' by using a hairdryer

iida: owns many pairs of glasses, each for a specific activity (e.g. reading, school, tv, etc.)

kirishima: received multiple dumbbells for their bday

kaminari: tried to microwave pasta with the fork still in the bowl

sero: wrapped airpods (as a gift) to look like a tricycle. it did not work.

mina: tried to show us their dance moves and proceeded to (accidentally) kick a tv

jiro: forgot to pause their music before unplugging their earphones and accidentally blasted hozier to the entire class

momo: so rich they didn't even realise they bought deluxe cinema tickets for the whole friend group

aoyama: dressed up as edward cullen for halloween. there was glitter in their house for months after

mineta: i would never do my friends like that. come on now.

tsuyu: tried to tie their hair into a bow ("guys i'm in my coquette era!!") and ended up tangling it so badly they had to cut it

hagakure: we played hide and seek and we couldnt find them. to this day we still don't know where they hid

shoji: brings nothing but a pen and some scrap paper to every class #minimalistcore

ojiro: dressed up as godzilla for halloween and got their tail stuck in the door

tokoyami: "who even listens to emo music" *mcr is their #1 spotify artist*

sato: baked cookies as an apology to a teacher (we yapped too much in the previous class)

koda: had a conversation with a magpie that they were convinced was our school principal

headcanon that bakugou reps best jeanist merch when he becomes a pro hero

4 the mha char poll.

things i think denki would do whilst flirting:

- if you were sad about something or having a bad day he’d write you a rap about it

example of his rap:

“i’m a lyrical genius

bars go hard like an erect penis”

- would ironically call you mommy

- if you sent a photo of yourself he’d reply to it with “i just busted”

- will facetime you whilst on the toilet

- will say out of pocket/ freaky things then just shout “pause!” after as if it’s like a rewind button for real life

- is so down bad it’s actually kind of funny

- says like horribly disgusting things and it’s never really clear if he’s joking or not but it’s also endearing in a way

example:

y/n: hold on i’ll be back, i have to use the restroom.

denki: why go to the restroom when i could be your toilet

- calls you dear

- is absolutely evil if you’re easily flustered

- gets unreasonably upset when you don’t tell him something

(this is utterly and totally inspired and directly taken from the guy im currently talking to)

MHA CHARACTERS AS RANDOM SHIT ME AND MY FRIENDS TEXTED EACH OTHER

@misssprinkles @matcopii

uraraka + mina

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jiro + momo

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shinso + monoma

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sero

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bakugo

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iida + denki

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jiro

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kirishima

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Izuku

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Denki

i hc that bakugo is a dick because he has sensory issues and is constantly overstimulated

like i love class 1a but id be overstimulated too if i had to spend more than 5 minutes with all of them

he probably keeps noise cancelling earplugs on him at all times because his quirk is really loud, and also because sometimes he just needs some quiet

aizawa knows that he has sensory issues (and also has sensory issues too) so he always lets him eat in the classroom when it’s too loud or busy in the cafeteria

part of the reason why he’s so rude is because he’s always on his last nerve

his close friends know this and don’t take it personally

rocker sero hcs

bro plays guitar

specifically rhythm guitar

is always high at band practice and claims it helps him play better

constantly losing picks everywhere

the trail to everywhere he walks is like in hansel and gretel except instead of crumbs it’s guitar picks

has a black and yellow electric guitar

will stop playing to start dancing if the song is extra good

give me requests for others if yall are liking this rocker thing

ps: there’s this guy im in a show with who is literally sero and i love him and his gf so much they’re literally like my mother and father

thinking about rocker shinso rn

he plays bass

he wears eyeliner and paints his nails black (i’d go feral)

his style resembles johnny rotten

i feel like he’d be in like a shoegaze band or emogaze specifically

idk he just gives that kind of vibe

he is into punk and the diy aspect of it though

bro wears spiky bracelets, chokers, chains on his pants, etc.

only reads tabs

tried to learn guitar but it was too hard so he decided to be the bassist

definitely didn’t write this because i’m a drummer and we all know about the drummer and bassist…

i’m imagining shoto todoroki and a very oblivious parter and it’s making me giggle.

Since both Shoto and the reader are unable to take a hint, both of them spent months as friends trying to ask each other out.

“I really like you.” you said one night as they walked home from training together holding hands.

“I like you too y/n. It’s nice to be able to train alongside a strong and capable friend like you. You’ll make a great pro.” He said. The compliment was nice, but you got a bit hung up on the word ‘friend’.

a couple weeks later Shoto approached you after class.

“Hi y/n. If you’re not busy friday night, would you like to go get dinner with me?”

“yeah sure! Oh wait can we go to that new ramen place, Jiro’s been dying to go. Oh, and Uraraka should come too because she doesn’t get to eat at restaurants very often and-“

“I kind of intended for this to be just the two of us.” Shoto said, cutting you off.

“Oh, uh okay.” you replied, finding it odd that he didn’t want to bring the others. Was he having drama with the rest of the friend group but you were left in the dark?

Nonetheless, you went to dinner with shoto, and chatted and joked, and it didn’t hit you until you were walking back to the dorms.

“Y/n.” Shoto spoke, causing you to slow down your pace.

“mhm?” you replied, giving him a small smile.

“May I kiss you?” he asked, taking a step closer to you.

“Wait, why would you want to do that?” You asked. You were definitely excited by the idea of kissing shoto, but confused as to why. Shoto only saw you as a friend.

“Because I just took you on a date and I like you.” Shoto stated simply. Then it clicked in your mind.

you leaned in to kiss him and it was short but sweet before Shoto broke the kiss to talk again.

“Would you like to be my girlfriend, y/n?” he asked, looking into your eyes, his expression so sincere.

“yes.” you tried to hide your excitement until you finally walked back to your dorm and facetimed all the girls to update them.

might make this a series if people like it

i strongly believe that Denki is a theatre kid. Like look at him and tell me he didn’t have a crash out during tech week of his middle school’s production of suessical. I feel like he’s a baritone but gaslights everyone else (including himself) that he’s a tenor. He always goes for the romantic lead but gets the funny best friend anyways. He is definitely one of those straight guys in theatre I fear. He joined theatre to get girls but then he found out he actually loved it.

bakugo always preferred the company of women over men. Being raised by Mitsuki, he was used to loud and opinionated women.

In class he’d always get annoyed when guys would repeat a girl’s idea louder and get credit.

#bakugoisafeminist

You know he’s always ready to square up with Mineta whenever he says anything disrespectful.

When he defended Uraraka at the sports festival some of the other guys started to suspect that he liked her.

God, were they wrong.

“What the hell Shitty Hair!?” Bakugo exclaimed after Kirishima, Sero, and Kaminari had confronted him in the locker room.

“Well we’ve seen you guys talking and stuff so..” Hanta trailed off.

Little did they know that Bakugo and Uraraka both had eyes for the same person.

(lowkey like the nico thing in percy jackson lol)

guess who got an A on their test that they didn’t study for! I guess writing mha headcanons does make me better at school.

requests are highly appreciated!!

what part time jobs i think that the baku squad (+jiro and sero) would have

(i might make a part 2 with other students if people want)

katsuki bakugo

It seems fairly obvious that he’d work in a restaurant to me

specifically a fast casual restaurant like panera

they tried to have him be a cashier once and never again because he has horrible customer service skills (no shit)

he acts like Carmy from the bear despite the fact that half of his job is reheating frozen stuff

will crash out if someone leaves their area a mess

works as much as possible and is insanely dedicated despite the fact that he makes minimum wage

kyoka jiro

she’s a cashier at a record store

wears band shirts so she can flex when grown ass men ask her to name 5 songs

DEFINITELY uses her employee discount

Eijiro Kirishima

Hear me out he’s a swim coach for kids

he originally tried being a lifeguard but would freak out and think people were drowning when they were just swimming

He is actually really good with kids and overall good at his job

Denki Kamanari

He’s been fired like 8 times

the only place he can get a job is the grocery store where he’s a stocker

spends all his money the minute he gets his paycheck

Hanta Sero

He’s a drive through attendant at the same restaurant as Bakugo

He works a lot to get money for you know 🍃

He picks a new random accent to talk in for each customer when he gets bored

Mina Ashido

She’s a receptionist at a hair salon

When she doesn’t like a client she’ll tell them that they’re all booked up when they really aren’t

eats all the lollipops they have in the jar for customers

biggest shit talker and gossips with the customers and cosmetologists

bakusquad studying hcs bc i have an exam tomorrow and i don’t want to study (+sero and jiro bc i love them)

Mina cannot focus unless someone else is actively working on the assignment with her or they’re having a conversation about the topic but everyone else in the group knows this except her so they’re constantly trying to keep her on task

Sero doesn’t study. he finds it boring. He calls doing his missing assignments he was too lazy to do earlier studying and acts like he’s a scholar whenever he motivates himself to do a single question.

most of the studying is just sero and denki walking to the vending machine and coming back with empty wrappers because they ate all the snacks on the way back to the rest of them so they go to the vending machine again and the cycle repeats itself

Bakugo is so competitive about grades that if he gets less than 100% he will study like crazy and make it the rest of the group’s problem

Kirishima spends a majority of the time telling everyone else to lock in and saying that he himself is locking in while actually getting little to no work done himself

Whenever Mina gets a bad grade on a test she didn’t study for she tells everyone she’s “about to crash out” but just sits there and complains about how aizawa is biased

Jiro threatens to drop out and become a villain whenever they have a difficult subject to work on

Kirishima has color coded notes with little tabs and his handwriting is insanely neat

Denki’s handwriting (when he remembers to take notes that is) is barely legible

Bakugo keeps all his notes for all his classes on an insanely long google doc

Jiro’s notes are covered in doodles of stars and spirals

Sero cannot spell for the life of him so nobody ever asks to borrow his notes because he’ll find a way to misspell the word “and”

They fight over studying music constantly

When Bakugo picks it it’s all Nu metal

Mina picks upbeat pop

Sero plays acid rock

Kirishima picks the random youtube piano covers of 2010s pop songs

Denki plays the jeopardy theme song on loop and claims it helps him think better

Jiro plays classical music because it makes her feel more academic

when they have to read a book for class the only one that actually reads it is Kirishima

all i can think of rn lol

Hey it’s blueberry <3 thanks for following me lovely <<333 (my main blog is sadly not my fanfic one)

What’s your oddly specific/cursed mha headcannons?

these are going to be kind of random lol

Bakugou collects hot wheels and he has a room full of them and the tracks

Izuku wanted to be a professional singer as a kid until one time in elementary school chorus someone told him that he sucked so he never tried it again

Denki believed in santa until he started high school

Mina knows a lot about butterflies and the different species and will casually say insanely specific details about random butterflies outside and act like it’s common knowledge

Denki has to make an L shape with his hands in order to figure out his lefts from his rights

Froppy and Kirishima are actually pretty close friends and whenever there’s a partner activity in class they work together (lmk if i should make like a go to class partner/ groups headcanon)

Whenever Mineta is being extra annoying, Jiro will go on youtube and play videos like “the world’s most annoying sounds” which have sounds like nails on a chalkboard or babies crying (definitely not based on my brother and I)

Uraraka is insanely messy and the floor of her dorm is constantly covered in books and laundry and whatever else she’s recently used

Shoto has like a 12 step skincare routine

Denki washes his entire body with dawn dish soap

Shoji uses axe body spray and everyone hates it but is too scared to tell him until one day Bakugo gets fed up and blows up his cans

Momo used to stare at her reflection as a kid and try to catch it doing something off to prove that there was another dimension in the mirror

Aoyama makes shit up all the time and lets everyone believe it unless they ask if he’s being serious

Mina is an avid instagram notes user and overshares on it. occasionally uraraka or kirishima will respond and ask if she’s ok, or sero or denki will respond to her telling her to get help (in a joking friendly way)

Iida can’t keep a plant alive for the life of him (he’s killed way too many cacti)

When Aizawa gets fed up with the class he makes them play the quiet game but they all get way too into it and are insanely competitive, meanwhile Aizawa just wanted a minute of peace and quiet

that’s all for now lovelies!!

Give Asia headcanons

i assume you mean asui so i’ll give some general hcs about her!!

has a bath and body works collection

any perfume, lotion, candle, limited edition scent that you want, she has it

i feel like her love language (in both romantic and platonic contexts) is gift giving

her favorite color is green (obviously)

her favorite flower is orchids

she’s surprisingly good at baking

she does coding as a hobby

Asui

idk what you want me to write about asui but i’ll just do headcanons of what it’d be like to date Tsuyu Asui!

She’s very wholesome so most of your dates would probably be cute picture worthy ones

For your first date she’d take you to a flower field to have a picnic

i personally hc her as a lesbian

i feel like she’d probably be into the whole cute decorated letters and artsy gifts that aren’t too flashy but are a testament to how much thought and effort she puts into her relationship

i feel like she’d probably have really good perfume recommendations for some reason

i might add more later!’

UA Students music headcanons part 2

should i make a part 3 with non class 1a kids??

Fumikage Tokoyami

Post Punk Fan

Loves Joy Division

Sonic Youth, the Pixies, Cocteau twins are all his favorites

Also a bit of a goth kid w/ Siouxsie and the Banshees, Bauhaus, New Order, etc

Mezo Shoji

Like the most basic rock music

AC/DC, Metallica, Led Zeppelin, you name it

he does fw Joan Jett too though

Kyoka Jiro (MY FAVORITE)

Oh man do i got a lot to say about her

she likes riot grrl, shoegaze, and pretty much anything that’s good

her main playlist is over a week long

Her favorite band is The Cure (she loves robert smith)

she gives the rest of the class recommendations all the time

Her favorite album is In The Aeroplane Over the Sea

she’s definitely not based on myself

Rikido Sato

tbh i feel like he listens to video game soundtracks 😭

I imagine they’ll be training and Uraraka will ask him what he’s listening to and he’ll say “the song from tetris”

overall a silly dude

Koji Koda

favorite song is Soldier, Poet, King

likes softer quieter music

favorite album is Trick by Alex G

Mashirao Ojiro

Listens to like random rap

Eminem, Tyler The Creator, Drake, etc.

Is a crazy Frank Ocean fan

Tenya Iida

I feel like he’d be a big classical fan

In specific i feel like he’d like Bach, Beethoven, and Mozart

His favorite pieces are Carmina Burana and Handel’s Messiah

Tsuyu Asui

Tv girl fan

Her favorite Singers are Clairo and Billie Eilish

in general a very wholesome gal so expect mostly clean cute pop

Yuga Aoyama

cannot tell me that this diva doesn’t listen to Lana Del Rey

Lorde and Mitski are honorable mentions

He loves Born to Die

His favorite songs are Brooklyn Baby and Lolita

Minoru M*neta

Machine Gun Kelly (deragatory)

Listens to the music by Jake and Logan Paul

Kanye fan

An Enemy Hypnotizes Bakugou and He Hurts You (BNHA Headcanons)

*GIF not mine*

A/N: Got outta writer’s block with this bad boy. Enjoy!

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“Katsuki, this isn’t you! Look at what you’re doing!”

But he didn’t. He couldn’t. Red rage burned in his eyes as he raised his sparking hands, both trained on you. 

Gritting your teeth, you settled back into your own defensive stance. Feet planted on the hard cement, you raised your arms across your chest and braced for impact, eyes glancing back and forth to ensure no more civilians were left on the street. 

The sun shone brightly in the sky, soaking into your skin and creating a halo around Bakugou’s blond head, despite which he still looked like a devil. A leer hung on his face as he circled you, a lion waiting to pounce on his prey. 

Pro Heroes were supposed to be arriving any second; after all, this was just supposed to be a simple academy training mission. You and Bakugou were supposed to survey a local villain terrorizing the streets and observe how a Pro Hero would go about capturing him. 

They should’ve remembered who Bakugou was and realized that he wasn’t the type of person to hold himself back from a fight, however, though distantly you assumed they believed you would be able to hold him back. 

They were dreadfully wrong.

“Katsuki, I don’t wanna hurt you,” you pleaded, softening your stance a bit. 

“Cute that you think I’m the one who’s gonna end up hurt,” he sneered, curling his hands into fists. Sweat dripped down his forehead and arms, further fueling the weapons attached to his arms. 

Panic struck you as you realized he had no control over himself and that no doubt he would use those weapons on you, full force. 

There was only one way to stop him before that happened. 

You would have to attack him first, hard. 

“Just remember, babe,” you shook your head solemnly, “I don’t mean any of this, and I would never hurt you unless I absolutely had to.”

Bakugou cocked a brow and curled his lip, hands sparking now more than ever. 

“Oh, and I also don’t forgive you for eating my muffin this morning.”

A grunt escaped him as he flew through the glass window of the restaurant behind him, crashing and collapsing against a table and chairs. You dropped your leg back to the ground, worry taking over your face as you strained to see his form in the dark restaurant. 

“Katsuki?”

“YN!” All Might’s voice dragged your attention away, leading you to watch as he landed on the street a few yards away. “Are you all right?”

Glancing back into the darkness of the restaurant one last time, you pursed your lips and turned, making your way toward the Pro Hero. “I’m fine, but Katsuki got-”

The wind gets knocked out of you just as you try to take another step, a blast of pure heat slamming into you and knocking you to the ground. 

Head smacking against the concrete, you bite down on your tongue hard enough to draw blood. 

“Shit,” you wheeze out as you roll onto your back, blue sky blurring above you. The epicenter of pain is on the left side of your skull and your head pounds with every heartbeat. Whooshes of blood flood your ears and a voice calls your name before everything turns to black. 

“YN. YN. YN!”

A hand pats your cheek gently, urging you to stur. When you continue to refuse, two fingers peel open your eyelid, flooding it with pure light and increasing the headache that had only been steadily pulsing before. 

“Ughhh,” you moan, unable to form words as the same person lifts open your second eye. 

A muffled “pupils are dilating” sounds far off in the distance before you feel your body being lifted up off the hard ground and onto something softer. 

Words like “hospital,” “concussion,” and “serious” filter in and out as you try to open your eyes, even the millimeter you actually obtain being a strain. 

Where is he? You try to form the words but your mouth feels stuffed with cotton and someone shushes you. Even in the blinding brightness, though, you can see him. 

He’s struggling in All Might’s grip, unsuccessfully trying to rip both arms away and barking at every EMT who walks past--who then begins to walk even faster--as his gaze continually glances from them on to you then back. 

Bakugou stops mid-shout and grows still when he finally sees your smallest of movements--the twitch of your fingers, the blink of your eyes, and the mouthing of his name.

Every ounce of fight in his body drains in that instant, and he slumps back against All Might, shoulders and brows drooping as he holds eye contact with you. 

Even in your daze, you wonder why he doesn’t come with, why they won’t let him come with, but that question falls from your mind the instant the ambulance doors are shut and they begin to drive away. 

Two days later, you were released from the hospital. You had a minor concussion and first-degree burns on your left arm, but otherwise you made it out unscathed. 

And during that time Bakugou didn’t contact you once. Not even a lame “Hey, u good?” text. Though technology was forbidden for the first couple days after your concussion, you still snuck out your phone from time to time to call him, text him, anything. He never responded. 

You told him that you were okay, that it was okay. You knew everything that had happened wasn’t his fault. He wasn’t in control of himself. Someone had forced him to hurt you and he’d had no part in it. If he had, he would’ve stopped it, you were sure. 

Nothing. 

All you would get was a little check mark marking each and every one of your messages as “seen.” 

Now that you were coming back to school today, you could finally give him a piece of your mind after that silent treatment. 

First thing you did when you arrived was look for him, but he was nowhere to be seen. People flooded you as you entered, asking if you were okay and how many fingers they were holding up. 

You noticed they were asking all but one question: What happened? 

Although you didn’t necessarily want to answer it anyway, this still piqued your curiosity and just as you prepared your own inquiry Aizawa entered and they scurried to their seats. 

Still no Bakugou in sight. 

The most acknowledgement the weary teacher gave you after your absence was a nod and an unceremonious grunt before diving right into the lesson. 

Though your doctors would blame it on your concussion, you found yourself unable to pay attention. It wasn’t even anger towards Bakugou at this point, but genuine panic that he hadn’t shown up yet. You never even thought to wonder what happened after you were knocked out until now. 

Maybe he got hurt too, or was it possible he could still be hypnotized? No, no way. You saw him recognize you post-knockout. So where was he?

The minute class ended you were out the door and running to the dorms. If Bakugou wasn’t there then obviously this situation was more serious than you thought. 

You hit Floor Four and bounded past Kirishima to the absent blond’s room, pounding on the door with all your might. 

“Katsuki? Are you in there?”

His red-headed friend watched as you knocked, flinching each time the door shook hard enough to rattle the entire level. “YN.”

“Katsuki I swear to God if you keep ignoring me-”

“YN.” He tried again, growing anxious. 

“I’m gonna kick your ass so bad you won’t even-”

“YN.” 

“What, Kirishima, what?”

It took a few seconds to register that he hadn’t said your name the third time. Snapping your head to the other side, you faltered at the sight of the blond. 

Hair ratty and tangled, eyes puffy and sunken, cheeks pale and bloodless. If anyone were to guess, they would think Bakugou was the one who took the beating. 

“YN.” He repeated your name like he was pondering over it. 

You heard a door click and turned to see Kirishima gone, disappearing into his room. Glancing around the hallway, you realized it wasn’t exactly the perfect place to have such a serious conversation and gestured for Bakugou to open his door. 

The second it was closed, you turned back to him and threw him a dirty look. “Why didn’t you respond?”

He stayed quiet for a second, looking you up and down, up and down. His mouth opened and closed like a fish gulping, and you took the time to notice how bloodshot his eyes were. Then, finally, he spoke. “Are you okay?”

Anger swelled at his dismissal of your question, but before you erupted you noticed something. Though Bakugou’s hands twitched at his sides, every time you moved closer toward him he would inch away. 

Taking a deep breath, you moved another step closer, startled when he took one back. 

“Why are you…” you trailed off, struck by his apprehension. 

“Are you okay?” he asked--no, he insisted. When you responded “yes” he nodded slowly and clenched his jaw, turning away. “That’s good.” Instead of facing you he began to fiddle with his desk chair, rotating it from side to side. 

You step closer, reaching out your hand to touch him and sighing when you see his shoulders tense. It hurt to see him like this, avoiding your every touch like it would give him the plague. “Why?” you whispered sadly.

“I read all your texts, you know.” He turned around and leaned back on his desk, propping himself up on his hands. When his eyes met yours, you saw the crimson was filled with pain. “You said it wasn’t my fault that you got hurt, that it was someone else. Someone else burned you, knocked you out. Someone else hurt you. ” He swallowed roughly. “But that’s a lie.”

“Katsuki, no it’s not-”

“It is, YN!” he snapped, pushing off his hands and pacing “I’m the one who hurt you! I used everything I had against you, to purposefully hurt you.” When he stopped in front of you, his cheeks were puffed and red, a muscle in his jaw twitching. 

He was angry now, pissed off but you knew it wasn’t at you. It was at himself for something he couldn’t control. 

You hated it when he was like this. 

Quickly, before he could flinch away you grabbed both sides of his face and pulled him in, close. He wriggled in your grasp, even preparing to wrench your hands off with both of his own on your wrists before you raised a brow. “You really wanna do that?”

Hesitantly he dropped his arms to his sides and gave in to your hold. The muscles in his face relaxed under your touch, and you started to brush your thumbs over his cheeks with a small smile. “Katsuki,” you leaned your face in closer, “the only thing that hurt me during all that time was you ignoring me. Did you know that?”

“YN, I was just trying to-” Before he could finish you yanked his forehead down to press against yours, effectively shutting him up. 

“Did you know that?” you repeated, slower this time. 

He rolled his eyes and pressed harder against your forehead. “No.”

“Look at what I’m trying to tell you, Katsuki. The only time you ever hurt me, the only time you ever caused me pain, was when you ignored me after I was injured.”

“I’m…” ever so slowly he let his hands trail up to your hips, settling there and squeezing for just a second. He closed his eyes and let out a soft breath. “I’m sorry.”

Your mouth twitched. “Sorry for what?”

“Come on, YN, don’t-”

“Sorry for what?” you laughed, tugging him back in after he tried to pull away. 

Apologies, especially of the genuine kind, were rare for Katsuki. In fact, you couldn’t remember the last time you’d even heard those words fall from his lips. 

But here they were, some of the hardest words to ever say, laid out for you and you only. 

Bakugou’s gaze travelled up your face, pausing on your grinning lips before continuing on to a permanent stop on your eyes. His own lips perked for a second. 

“I’m sorry for ignoring you after you were hurt.” 

Carefully, like you were a china doll, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close. His body was harsh but warm against yours as he leaned his cheek against your hair. 

It was sweet. The sweetest you’d ever gotten out of him, but…

“God, you are one awkward hugger.”

“Don’t test me, YN.”

bakugou reacting to his crush having those thirst tiktok (the ones where they just lip sync to a song and loon pretty HAHAHAH)

Bakugou’s Crush with a Thirst Trap TikTok (BNHA Headcanons)

*GIF not mine*

A/N: Ok, so I know you wanted this to be a lil thirsty, but you’re gonna have to bear with me when I say that this is a lot more thirsty than imagined. Honestly, I’ve been in a mood lately where 24/7 I’m like 🥵, so you just gotta take this and run, especially considering how late it is. Nonetheless, hope you like it! (Side note: asdfskdj thanks for 1.2k followers already! Y’all, I swear I’m boutta cry with this🥺)

Word count: 1653

B r u h

It’s like you’re trying to have this boy explode when you make this video.

Maybe you are.😏

Anyways, although Bakugou has a huge spankin’ crush on you, he doesn’t stalk you on your social media accounts. 

Nope, instead he sees your little video in school. 

“Bakugou! Bakugou!” He had just stepped into the classroom and already Kaminari was jabbering at him. 

What a pain in the ass.

The rest of the Bakusquad is hovering around his desk and has their eyes locked on his phone in his grip. “You gotta come see this!” the blond grins. 

“No, I don’t.”

Kaminari rolls his eyes and rises from his seat, shoving his phone into Bakugou’s hand and clicking on a video. “Uh yeah, you do.” 

Albeit reluctantly, he watches the video and-- oh.

Oh fuck.

It’s a TikTok of yours, but so much naughtier than what he’s seen. The first thing his eyes land on are your hips, moving in a tantalizing pattern and twisting them so slowly. Then they trail up your body, barely clothed in only a lace bra that outlines everything you had to offer and more. They move on towards your slim neck and up to your face, where your lips look plump, the bottom trapped between your teeth. That pink tongue of yours peeks out and swipes along the gloss covered lip you chew on so seductively, his gaze following the wet muscle with conviction.

Then his gaze lands on something that has him squirming in his seat-- your bedroom eyes. Heavy-lidded and already looking fucked into a daze, you smirk at the camera and lip sync to the particularly dirty song. Bakugou gulps at the sight. 

His pants are suddenly too tight, an excited part of himself straining against the fabric. 

He doesn’t even have the capacity to be pissed off that you made the video for any pair of eyes to see; right now, he’s rather stuck on how to hide the tent in his jeans that will no doubt rage till the end of class. 

“You’re such a goddamn perv,” Bakugou spits, thrusting the phone back into Kaminari’s hand. God, the only thing that could make this worse for him is if you were to-- oh heeeey, look who just joined the party.

Your entrance is instantly greeted with catcalls and wolf whistles, each one making Bakugou grit his teeth harder and harder together. 

“WOOHOO, YN,” Kaminari pipes up from beside him, “nice video.” 

In traditional YN fashion, Bakugou expects you to lob your backpack right into his smug face, but instead, you shock him by letting out a snicker. 

“Just for you, my friend,” you snigger, flipping him off with both hands. 

What the hell does that mean?

All through class, Bakugou is forced to sit at his desk with his backpack over his lap, but he can’t help letting his gaze draw to you from time to time. He had only been caught a handful of times, but each time you only glanced away just as quick. 

“Just for you, my friend.”

“Just for you.”

“Just for you.”

The words echo in Bakugou’s mind, making his fists curl and curl until his fingernails almost draw blood in his palms. He’s put out of his misery when the bell rings, and he blasts out of class sooner than Aizawa can dismiss him. 

In his dorm, he couldn’t stop thinking about it, about you. The way you moved, the way you looked, that glint in your eyes. But was it all for Kaminari?

The thought makes his hands tingle with sparks, but deep down, his stomach churns nastily. Was that perv the guy you were thinking of when you made that?

What kind of a sick power play was it for the creep to show it to him anyways?!

Pacing back and forth, Bakugou digs his hands into his hair and growls. 

“FUCK!”

The only times he had seen you that way were in his room, in his brain, while he sat on his bed and grunted your name deeply, dealing with his bodily desires. 

God, how could you post something like that?

The phone on his nightstand was practically calling his name, begging him to open the app and watch you. The memory just wasn’t enough at this point.

Five, six, seven times he’d watched it now. Eight, nine… oops, there had been a miscount. He must’ve watched your video at least forty times by now, each one riling him up more than the last. 

“Fucking hell,” he hissed for the fifth time, biting into his lip viciously to keep back a groan. Why did you have to do this to him?

Even more, why did you have to make this for Kaminari?

Shit, it must’ve been midnight by now. He couldn’t even calm himself down with a cold shower, exiting the bathrooms just as excited as he’d entered. His hair dripped water that slid down his bare upper body, trailing lower and lower until it soaked into the cotton surrounding the skin below his v-line. Rifling a hand through the blond locks, he fluffed them up to their original form, still damp, but in place.

And when he travels back to his dorm, his crimson gaze slowly gazes over to yours, just a door over. Aside from the towel, his hand only clutches his phone, and once again, your TikTok flashes through his thoughts. 

Ever so hesitantly, his tongue darts over his lips, wetting them swiftly. Seriously, what the hell was that video?! Why would you post something like that?

Aside from Kaminari’s benefit, according to you.

And with those words, his fist bangs against your door, uncaring that the sun was long gone and lights were supposed to be out hours ago. He just needed to know.

You, on the other hand, were pissed. You whip open your door with burning eyes, having just been woken up at exactly 1:07 am. 

“What in the everloving fuck do you need?” It doesn’t cross your mind that it’s the exact person you had been waiting for to come to your room for hours; you’re just enraged at any dumbass who’s woken you up from a rather pleasant dream. 

Not a word is said before a phone is shoved into your face, showing last night’s thirst trap TikTok courtesy of you.

“What is this?” Bakugou interrogates, eyes aglow beyond the screen. 

Oh, you gotta be kidding me. He’s doing this now?!

Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you shrug and gesture to the phone. “Well, ya know Bakugou, I think they’re calling it a ‘thirst trap’ nowadays-”

“No, YN,” he interrupts, pushing into your room. Instinctively, you step back, even though you and your body are in agreement that you want him closer. “What the hell is this?”

There’s no doubt that the glint in his eyes is possessive, especially after he slams your door shut with his foot. 

“Bakugou, c’mon, it’s past midnight. I need to go to-”

He chucks his phone to the side with a snarl and snags your hips, forcing you backwards until your knees buckle against your bed. You fall back with a gasp before Bakugou falls after you, his knees immediately assuming a position to straddle your thighs. 

“YN,” he grounds out, hands now pressed on either side of your head, “who did you make that for?” It was the million dollar question, and evidently Bakugou was going for big money. 

Of course, you want this to happen right now. God, you’ve waited months for this guy to finally display that he returned your feelings. But now, slightly peeved and a little playful at his jealousy without a cause, you wanted to have some fun.

“Who do you think, Bakugou?” Eyebrow raised, you let your tongue slide over your lower lip, smirking when he rushes to watch the action. 

“Don’t fuck around, YN.” A rough finger brushes a strand of hair away from your face, but little did you know, it was a distraction technique. Before you can tease him again, both of your wrists are trapped above your head, completely immovable in his iron grip. “Who the fuck was the video for?” 

There was a little uncertainty flickering in Bakugou’s eyes. You realized with shock that part of him was unsure about all of this. Part of him was legitimately concerned you didn’t actually want this. 

Don’t worry, you would qualm all his fears, especially after he slid a knee between your thighs and pressed against a sensitive area that left you a whining mess. “You, Katsuki!”

Instantly, all hesitation flees his body as he grips your wrists tighter, dropping his forehead to yours and capturing your mouth in a heated kiss. 

“Hell yeah it was. Now let me show you what bad girls get for showing off what’s mine.”

Safe to say, Bakugou had to help you walk to class the next day, but it was totally worth it.

You would never admit it to his face, but Kaminari’s plan was genius. Posting a thirst TikTok was the perfect way to force Bakugou into confessing. 

You just wish the dark marks covering your skin weren’t so obvious, especially the one right on the underside of your jaw. No amount of makeup would cover his hickeys, but don’t worry, you would learn that over time.

bakugo when the reader is like in that cheerleader outfit from the sports festival 😳😳🤯🤯

Bakugou’s S/O in Sport’s Festival Cheer Outfit (BNHA Headcanons)

*GIF not mine*

A/N: Bruhhhh this was such a good idea, but I’m not gonna lie, I got a lil thirsty😳 Like seriously, this shit gets 🥵, so read with caution?? In all honesty, I hope you like it! Please enjoy!

Word count: 637

Oof, now this is a concept

When you do this, you’re playing a dangerous game, poking the bear, riling up a cobra preparing to strike. 

While the other girls dressed up for sake of competition, you did it to play with fire. 

You’re standing on the field, thighs and midriff bare for all the viewers to see like fresh meat on a platter. 

Then finally-- finally-- Bakugou steps out with his other classmates and confronts the sight. 

His eyes are just… roaming.

Butterflies flutter in your stomach at the sight as the atmosphere grows harder to breathe. The tension finally snaps when he- umm what?

Explodey boy charges at you with a sneer, his hands outstretched and sparking. 

He’s livid.

“YN! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU WEARING?!” 

His tone is scolding and accusatory, almost like a father chastising a child. 

You weren’t exactly one to drool over being chided. In fact, your boyfriend just lit a fire under your ass. 

“Excuse me?”

“Take it off right now!” 

Oh-ho no, that’s NOT happening. 

Bakugou couldn’t believe you, testing him by going out in front of others by wearing that.

Rage pumped through his bloodstream at the sight, but not only that. His pants were growing tighter as well. 

He knew you were peeved at his tone, but the last thing he wanted on you was other people’s wandering eyes.

You were his, and as much as he didn’t wanna be that guy… he was totally gonna be that guy. 

Bakugou steps closer to you and ignores how you try to back away determinedly. His hand latches onto yours and drags you away, tugging you off the field and away from prying eyes. 

You struggle to keep up with his vigorous strides and huff in anger when he finally stops, pulling you into a room and locking the door. 

The room is silent as his back faces you. Not one part of you is afraid, all of your limbs held tight in preparation for an attack. 

“YN,” uh oh, “do you have any idea how fucking unbearable you are right now?” 

Ah, such a way with words. 

Anyways…

His voice is strained and dripping with lust, and when he finally turns around you understand why. 

Bakugou’s nostrils are flaring, and he takes deliberate steps closer to you. Try all you want, you can’t stop the harsh thumping of your heart at this moment. 

When he’s finally close enough, his hand grasps your wrists and walks you back, back, back until you make contact with a cold wall. 

“You made this mess, sweetheart,” he trails his lips down your throat. “Now fix it.” 

An hour later, Bakugou is called out to fight. He swaggers into the arena, disheveled hair barely noticeable from this distance. Thankfully, the high neck of his jacket covers a few hickeys as well. 

 You, however, scramble back into the stands, hair ruffled and clothes oversized. 

“Aww YN, where’d the cheerleading outfit go?” Toru pouts, waggling her pom poms.

Nervously giggling, you collapse into a seat next to her, ignoring the shakiness of your legs as you try to sit in a comfortable position. Ouch. 

“I, uh, I had to change. I was getting a little cold.” 

Not really. But Bakugou’s sweatshirt combined with leggings hides his lovebites better than that outfit ever would. 

It is definitely still tucked in the back of your closet for… future occasions, though.

Standing down in the arena, Bakugou spots you in the stands and throws you a devilish smirk that has you squeezing your legs together.

Hc on how the LOV would react to either Dabi or Tomura or even both having a kid of their own that is like a mini clone of their dad? Love you ❤

League of Villains Reactions to Dabi and Shigaraki’s Children (BNHA Headcanons)

*GIFs not mine*

A/N: There is only one thing worse than a rapist. *Boom* A child. Anyways, back to this wonderful request bc honestly, they’re always so amazing from this one🥺 I did both boys because *kiss* I love em both. Small warning: I have watched about as far as the beginning of bnha season 2… aka, all of these reactions are based purely on how I assume the LOV acts. Enjoy!

Word count: 1246

Dabi: 

First of all, you already know this child just folds his arms and glares at everyone.

You dropped off your guys’ son at the Villain’s Lair since you would be busy with work for the day.

“Dabi, you gotta take care of him today.”

“YN-” You throw him a look that shuts him up instantly. 

“Pfft, he’s whipped,” Twice whispers, only to squeal when a blue flame flashes toward his face.

Anyways, having Dabi’s son running around is hectic in more ways than one. 

Toga, for example, loves children, but Dabi’s is more pain-in-the-ass than child. 

“Aww, aren’t you just adorable!”

“...You seem like an idiot.”

Toga *pulling out knife* “Bitch-”

Moving on, as we all know, Dabi’s kid is basically his younger clone, so of course he’s gonna fuck with Spinner. 

The little boy’s got a flame in his hand as he watches the older villain. “You’re a lizard, right? So if I burn off your limbs, they’ll grow back.” 

…

“DABI GET YOUR FUCKING SON AWAY FROM ME!”

Kurogiri, on the other hand, tries to be the only adult in the situation. 

“Dabi, please control your son before I send him to another dimension.”

“Psh, why?”

“... Because the kitchen’s on fire.” 

“Ugh, I know. Isn’t he amazing?”

“... No?!”

In all honesty, Shigaraki locks himself in his room until it’s all over. Why? Because the kid almost incinerated his collections of hands. (You can occasionally hear his voice screaming from behind the door “I wAnT ThAt ChILd GoNe wHeN I cOmE bAcK oUt tHeRe!”)

Mr. Compress, however, is the natural showman of the group, so of course he’s gonna want to try and entertain Dabi’s son. 

He puts on a magic show as Dabi’s kid sits on the ground, watching boredly with a fist curled under his jaw. 

“Watch me turn this ordinary marble into a teddy bear!” *Snap* “TADAAAA!”

The man shrieks in fear as the toy blows up in smoke. 

“Give me another one!” The young boy claps his hands excitedly.

“...Hahahahaha, erm, m-magic show’s all d-done for the day!” As he walks past Dabi leaning against the doorway with folded arms, Compress mutters, “The fuck is wrong with your son, dude?”

“He’s the best child a father could ask for🤧”

Soon, Twice has learned from the others’ experiences to steer clear of Dabi’s son.

(Just kidding, this guy tried to give him a motivational speech.)

“You can be anything you want to be! Don’t be afraid to be yourself!” 

Dabi’s kid is just like *scared pikachu face* “Dude, are you okay?”

“nO.”

By the end of the day, Kurogiri has called you to specifically request that you find another place to leave your child while you are at work. (You’re the definition of P.O.ed that Dabi let his child misbehave as such)

“Please give the phone to Dabi.” Kurogiri hands Mr. Stitches the phone. “Yes my love?”

“Dabi…” He already knows from the way you spit his name that this conversation is going to end up a one-sided yelling match. You are the reigning champion after all. 

So what does he do?

*Twenty minutes later*

“Y-YN?”👉👈

“I FUCKING TOLD YOU- Yes Kurogiri?” 

“Dabi set the phone down and ran away like twenty minutes ago.” 

… *sigh* “All right. I’ll come pick them both up.” 

Shigaraki Tomura: 

Do you even gotta ask?

The child throws fits. Of course he does. 

Let’s get one thing straight-- this kid’s a brat. (Just like his daddy😍)

So when he throws fits, shit gets destroyed. That’s just life🤷‍♀️

Dabi, right off the bat, just hates this thing. 

Initially, he’s like “Aw shit, there’s two of ‘em.” 

Then it starts talking. 

“Don’t fucking touch me, kid.”

“You’re right, you look fucked up enough.” 

oop-

...“CONTROL YOUR SPERM, SHIGARAKI!” 

To be fair, Shigaraki taught his child right away how to handle his quirk. He especially didn’t want you to get, y’know, decayed while trying to feed your son Cheerios.

But that doesn’t mean that the child doesn’t use it. 

As we all know by now, Toga loves children, so she is the first one to introduce herself and try to play games. 

That, uh, that doesn’t end well. 

“MY KNIFE COLLECTION! NOOOOOOOO!”

Shigaraki’s just slowly trailing behind his son, watching everything he does and making sure he doesn’t do anything too terrible…. But then he gets bored, so y’know, whatever. Just do anything, idc.

The day begins with pissing off Toga, after which Kurogiri encourages her to step outside and cool off before she murders a murderer’s child. 

Then Mr. Compress decides he can solve the issue.

✨Magic Show Time✨

“Watch me turn this ordinary marble into a-... what’s wrong?” 

“This is boring.” Shigaraki’s son stands up and grabs the marble, incinerating it with two fingers. “When do we get to the fun stuff?” 

“What fun stuff?”

“Fun stuff like KILLING EVERYBODY!”

Mr. Compress is just like 😑 as he walks away muttering under his breath. “These Goddamn kids always being so spoiled nowadays.” 

Spinner is nowhere to be found. He’s already met a fully-grown Shigaraki, what makes you think he wants to see the fun-size version?

Moving on, up next we have Kurogiri, who tends to try and act like a father once again.

“It’s lunch time! Here you go!” He hands the child a plate of delicious food.

The young boy just stares in disgust. “A peanut butter and jelly sandwich? How old do you think I am?” 

He’s five

“You’re five…”

“YEAH, THAT’S FIVE YEARS TOO MANY TO EAT FUCKING PB AND JS LIKE A PEASANT!” 

The child runs away screaming and destroying everything he can find. Kurogiri purses his lips and decides he’s got too many children to deal with, so he’s gotta help one of ‘em grow up. 

“Tomura, please come and tell your child to stop throwing a tantrum.” 

“Why don’t you do it?!”

🤦‍♀️b r u h

“... because he’s your fucking kid!”

“... I don’t want to.”

Thankfully, the day ends quicker than the others realize, and soon enough you’ve returned to pick up your and Shigaraki’s child. 

You’re just standing in the entryway as an exhausted Kurogiri joins you. 

“How was he today?”

“YN… you deal with that every day?”

“Ahh, it must’ve been one of his better days.”

(Extra: “How so?”

“Because nobody’s missing any limbs.”)

Twice is chasing your child out of his room. “NOT MY HEN-” he spots you in the doorway, “-a-adult… films.” 

The lair is a disaster zone. Furniture is tipped and askew, tatters of clothing lay across the floor here and there, and there’s just so. Many. Ashes. 

And of course, in the corner of the room stands Dabi, his arms folded across his chest as he hurls you a deathly glare. “Why would you do this?”

Wha….

“WHY WOULD YOU BREED THE SPAWN OF SATAN??”

Hawks: All I want is to make our world a place where heroes have too much time on their hands.

Y/n: Why don't you make a world where you get some bitches

Hawks:....Can we please have ONE meaningful conversation

Y/n: You're just mad you got no bitches. Not a singular bitch

Hawks: Arn't we dating?

Y/n: nah cuz that's different, you're my bitch.