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L.O.V.E

🎮 tomura shigaraki x fem!reader smau

a strangers/online friends to lovers university au

masterlist / a day with tomu / touya’s staring problem

main menu;

level three; a day with tomu

cw; possibly inaccurate gaming lore and language, inaccurate discussions of graphic design and game coding, quiet tomu, written portion beneath the pictures

you and tomura decided to meet up at the campus library and utilize the quiet atmosphere to work on the first design of the website. last time you had been able to get a solid idea for what you wanted to do, a website for a new gaming company that primarily targeted teenagers and young adults with a preference for horror games.

you’ve been at the library for three hours now and have made a lot of progress with the coding and website specs. the outline had been easy to make and now, as you sit at a desk in the near empty library, you realize these first renderings are even easier to make. tomura designs the schematics for the background and different pages on his laptop while you find pictures that fit the theme of the website and input the hyperlinks to specific areas.

neither of you have spoken much since before you sat down to work, just the occasional check in to see how something looks and how much progress the other has made. it’s nearing 12:30pm, you met up around 9:15am and have been working since then. your neck aches from the position you’ve been in and your eyes are losing focus, you should’ve remembered to bring your bluelight glasses.

with a sigh, you lean back away from your laptop and stretch, tomura’s eyes land on your form before looking back to his own screen. his brows crease as he eyes the clock in the bottom right corner displaying the time.

“i think we can call it here for now.” you watch as his gaze meets yours after the words spill past your lips, he only nods before saving his progress and stretching himself. your own gaze wanders down as a sliver of skin peaks from underneath his hoodie, damn.

“yeah here’s good.” he finally speaks up and you snap your eyes back to meet his own while you smile.

“we could get food and then continue at my place if you want? my brother will be gone for the day. he’s working a double at the bar and won’t be back until later tonight.” you suggest, waiting while he ponders the idea.

“yeah that sounds good, what were you thinking?” he asks and begins to pack up his supplies, you follow his lead, saving your progress before shutting down your laptop and packing it in your school bag along with your notebooks and other items.

“i was thinking we could get noodles, if that’s okay?” he nods and you make your way to the library doors.

“i know a good place we can go.” he turns left as you exit the building and you follow him.

while at the noodle shop, tomura said that he had enough of working on the project for the day but wasn’t wanting to go home just yet. you suggested that he still come back to yours and you guys could game together, surprisingly he agreed.

and now sits at your desk again while you sit cross legged in the middle of your bed, it’s silent as usual while you wait for him to be comfortable to speak. you’re about to tell him he can boot up your pc and play anything he wants when his phone rings.

he looks at you apologetically before stepping out of your room to answer the call. you lay back on your bed and let your mind drift. tomu is nice, quiet and a bit antisocial but really nice. and he’s nice to look at too, he definitely has a sleepers build underneath the baggy hoodies he wears, and not to mention his hands.

his fingers are adorned in silver rings and his nails are painted a light blue shade that compliments his white hair. his neutral tone often makes you wonder if he’s uncomfortable in your presence. that is until you bring up video games, his tone becomes lighter and he visibly relaxes and drops his guard.

your head turns as you hear tomu enter the room, there’s a frown on his face and he looks a bit worried. you sit back up as he grabs his bag on the floor by your desk and you ask him if everything is okay.

“i’m sorry i can’t stay, there’s an emergency at my apartment and i need to go.” his frown deepens and it causes you to frown as well.

“of course, it’s no problem. go home, take care of your business. we can schedule a time to meet up again later, it was nice hanging out with you.” standing you make your way out of the room with him and down the hall to your front door.

“yeah, you too. i’ll uh, text you later.” he’s scratching at his neck again, red marks already appearing at the aggressive way his nails knick the soft skin and you feel an urge to take his hands in yours and help calm him down.

“no, you don’t have to. seriously, just make sure everything is okay at home. you can text me once everything is fine, i don’t mind waiting.” shaking your head, your hand reaches out to him before pausing midair and dropping back to your side.

you open the door for him, to which he promptly exits before stopping at the threshold and turning to look at you.

“you know, you remind me of somebody.” he says and you tilt your head.

“you’re really nice and understanding like she is.” his words make you smile and you laugh lightly.

“thanks tomu, you remind me of somebody too. he’s quiet, like you but he talks non stop when we’re gaming together.” you tell him and watch the way his fingers pause at his neck.

“that’s cool.” his hand drops fully to his side and he nods, “thanks y/n.”

“no problem tomu, get home safe. i hope everything is okay.” you offer him a wave to which he nods before disappearing down the hall.

your phone pings in your pocket as you close the door, pulling it out, you see a single discord notification. It’s from shigs, all it reads;

can i call you tonight? please?

your heart skips a beat as your face flushes. you reply;

yeah shigs of course you can.

level three; a day with tomu completed!

two achievements unlocked; first hangout! first compliment!

tag list; [open]

@nkox, @dumbassbrigade, @va-3, @kodditty, @personally4runa

mutual tags; @shigarakislaughter, @chaoslibra, @sexylexy12

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L.O.V.E

🎮 tomura shigaraki x fem!reader smau

a strangers/online friends to lovers university au

masterlist / nighttime call w shigs / a day with tomu

checkpoint;

nighttime call w shigs

cw; none, just a scene between shigs and reader that showcases their dynamic a bit, not a specified point on the timeline, counts as a behind the scenes, no spoilers to the canon plot, written portion under the texts

“hello?” you answer the call with a hushed tone, aware that keigo is asleep down the hall.

“hey flowey, you doing alright?” shigs’ own deep voice comes through the speaker, raspy as if he hasn’t used it in a few hours.

“not really, just feeling kind of down i guess. i don’t know what it is.” you shrug even if he can’t see you.

“yea i know. you wanna talk or just sit in silence for a while?” his voice makes you sleepy and you aren’t ready for that yet.

“can we sit in silence for a bit?” you reposition your body so you’re lying comfortably on your side, your phone plugged in and resting on the pillow next to your head.

“you just want to listen to the sound of my breathing, don't you freak?” his attempt at cheering you up makes you smile softly.

“no, i’m just not ready to talk yet.” you laugh lightly and hear a faint chuckle from him.

“alright, we can do silence, just talk when you’re ready.” at his answer you both fall into a comfortable silence, listening to the sound of each other’s breathing.

every few minutes, shigs breathing shifts and you wonder if he’s managed to fall asleep. the light outside is still dark but as the time on your phone strikes 6:30am, you know the sun will be rising soon.

“you still awake?” the softness of his voice startles you and you blink your eyes open with a hum.

“yea, can’t sleep still.” you snuggle deeper into the blankets hoping the warmth will lull you to sleep.

“can i ask you something?” you hear him shuffling for a bit before a switch clicks and a faint ‘suck my dick spinner’ sounds somewhere in the background and he sighs deeply.

“yea, go ahead and was that your roommates?” you hold back a giggle as he lets out another sigh when the words from before are followed by ‘fuck you too dabi’.

“why don’t you show your face on stream?” his words make you pause, a memory flashing quickly in your mind before hiding away again.

“why don’t you?” you counter strike and his laughs.

“fair point.” you can hear his pc booting up and your brows furrow together.

“are you not planning on sleeping at all?” you whisper as you hear keigo’s door open and shut.

“probably not if those two are up, i’ll be okay though. i might just stream for a while until i get tired enough to sleep.” you think he opens an energy drink if the cracking and fizzing sound is anything to go by.

“will you stay on the phone with me?” it’s a soft plea, one that has his breath catching in his throat as the words leave your lips.

“yeah, i’ll stay on the phone with you. i’ll be on mute though.” he explains, you hum in agreement and sink further into your pillows.

“but seriously, why not at least show me?” he brings the conversation back to the topic you were trying to avoid, you both hate and love how easily he reads you.

“i don’t know shigs, i get anxious i guess. that people will judge me, and i know i shouldn’t care about that but i do. what if they think i’m ugly?” you sigh and it’s quiet on his end for enough time to make you feel anxious.

“do you think i would judge you?” he finally speaks up, his keyboard clicking in the background.

“well no but,” you pause trying to find the right words, “i’m just scared i’m not pretty enough.” you finally say before yawning slightly. the line goes quiet again, and your nerves spike once more.

“if your face is half as pretty as your voice is then you have nothing to be afraid of.” his words reach your ears with a heaviness you didn’t know whispers could possess.

and as your eyes finally flutter close to embrace the sleep that evaded you, heat flames your cheeks and you find yourself smiling brightly.

“thank you shigs.” you hear his throat vibrate with a hum in acknowledgment.

“goodnight flowey.”

a dreamless sleep consumes you right as the sun crests over the horizon, welcoming the start of a new day.

checkpoint; nighttime call w shigs, data saved!

continue to next level?

tag list; [open]

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mutual tags; @shigarakislaughter, @chaoslibra, @sexylexy12

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L.O.V.E

🎮 tomura shigaraki x fem!reader smau

a strangers/online friends to lovers university au

masterlist / you know toga? / nighttime call w shigs

main menu;

level two; you know toga?

cw; none this chapter either, just getting a feel for the dynamic between reader and tomura, there’s a note at the end in response to how does she not recognize tomura’s voice, plus texts between reader and tomu/shigs

shigs contact - shigs 🩶🎮 (discord)

tomura’s contact - tomu 🤓 (messages)

you and tomura have been working for a while now, he came over to your place after class to do some recon and get the outline going.

“this is a nice setup you got here.” his voice sounds from the chair at your desk, you look up from your laptop and blink your eyes until he comes into focus. he’s staring at your gaming setup with a look of respect and you smile.

“oh thanks, my brother and friends helped me with it.” you smile as he nods and inspects the decorations around the area.

“your brother get you that?” he points to a random decoration, it’s clear he’s teasing as he points to one you know is far too feminine for keigo to have bought, and you burst into laughter while shaking your head.

“no, that one’s from my friends ochako and toga.” you push your laptop to the side, laying on your stomach, you’re closer to him now and can see the smirk on his face as he chuckled.

“wait, toga? like himiko toga?” he suddenly questions, sitting up higher in your desk chair.

“uh yeah, her and her girlfriend are my neighbors. you know her?” you tilted your head and frown as he starts scratching at his neck again. he seems to do that a lot when he’s stressed, anxious or nervous.

“yeah she’s a close friend of mine.” his scratching has gotten more aggressive so you drop the subject.

“cool, so are you hungry? my brother said i can use his card to get food.” you roll onto your back, grabbing your phone so you can order food for you both.

“i’m good thanks, actually i should probably head home.” he leans down to grab his bag while you glance at the time on your phone, 7:24pm.

“oh yeah duh, you’ve been here for hours of course you want to leave. you’re probably sick of me by now.” you laugh playfully but he shakes his head.

“nah you’re pretty cool y/n.” you nearly drop your phone as he shrugs nonchalantly.

“um oh, thank you.” you smile softly and he nods. “here, i’ll walk you out.” you stand from the bed as he checks to make sure he has everything.

you make idle conversation as you lead him out of your room and back down the hallway to your front door.

“we got a lot done today, surprisingly.” you voice and hear him hum behind you.

“yeah if we keep working like that we’ll get done in no time.” his steps fall in time with yours, and as you approach the door you hear voices in the outside hallway, keigo must be home.

“i guess it helps that we both know a lot about gaming.” you both laugh at that, you pull open the door right as keigo goes to put his key in the lock. there’s a gasp heard from across the hallway, followed by a loud smack and shushing noise.

you look up to see keigo standing there, his hand holding his keys limply in the air, with himiko and ochako behind him in front of their apartment.

“oh hey, he was just leaving.” you explain as the three of them stare at you. tomura gives a nod to your brother and a wave to the girls.

“since we exchanged numbers, you can text me if you get any more ideas or to set up a time to meet and work on it.” he’s back to scratching again and you frown, he gets anxious a lot apparently.

“yeah, of course. the same to you.” you smile and he nods, stepping past keigo, he waves to the girls once more.

“bye y/n.” he waves to you as he turns to leave.

“bye tomu.” you wave back and watch as he goes before looking back at keigo and the girls.

“what?” you ask, they don’t say anything.

“ohkay then, i’m gonna order some ramen and then maybe stream for a bit.” you say, turning to walk back to your room, himiko’s voice stops you.

“you should see if shigs wants to stream.” she suggests, voice teasing and you blush while you think about it.

level two; you know toga? completed!

one achievement unlocked; new nickname!

as somebody in the comments pointed out, how does reader not recognize his voice? to put it simply, his tone changes on the vibes and comfortability.

as shigs, he uses a modulator when streaming and has a deeper tone when on call with reader because he’s comfortable with her.

as tomu, he’s generally quiet and doesn’t speak much. when he does speak it’s with a neutral tone, unless talking about video games, then it becomes lighter to convey excitement.

tag list; [open]

@nkox, @dumbassbrigade, @va-3, @kodditty, @personally4runa

mutual tags; @shigarakislaughter, @chaoslibra, @sexylexy12

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Ochako with a gn s/o who has a flower quirk! Like they make flowers grow and they give her flowers all the time and shes just so in love??? Thank you!!!!

MY GIRL URARAKA GETS A REQUEST HALLELUJAH!!

Uraraka is a sap when it comes to romance, but she didn’t figure this out until she met her current partner who happened to have a flower quirk

It was totally by accident that they met since they don’t go to UA and instead want to use their quirk to help plant conservationists and possibly become a botanist 

Uraraka was grabbing some free bubble tea from a place that just opened up because they were having a promotion and she wouldn’t otherwise go out of her way for something that would cost money like that

A florist booth sat next to the bubble tea shop and someone was chatting up the older man very excitedly about flowers. They looked over, saw Uraraka with her purple bubble tea, and went “oh no, she’s cute” so they used their quirk to make a small handful of purple flowers as a bold first move

She’s caught off-guard because she doesn’t know this person but their hands are shaking while holding out the flowers and muttering that they’re for her. Cue her nearly passing out from flushed embarrassment

They’re both idiots who don’t how to flirt or accept gifts but manage to strike up a conversation. They’re super interested in her hero training at UA and Uraraka thinks it’s super cool that they want to use their quirk for something other than hero work since she hadn’t really considered any other career path

Once they actually start dating Uraraka is literally showered in flowers every time they meet up and she just doesn’t know what to do. She isn’t used to this type of affection and her normally barren dorm room is now colorful and smells wonderful

Her quirk doesn’t allow her to give them anything which she feels bad about because she’s essentially broke, but it’s the experiences that matter vs the gifts

Once they know her favorite colors, scents, and types of flowers they surprise her with them even when they aren’t together, bribing some of her classmates to give Uraraka flowers when she leasts expects it

Yaoyorozu, Ashido, and Hagakure are squealing with how adorably romantic it is 24/7

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!

Word count: 2138

“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.”

The Luna Hunt (Alpha Bakugou x Reader)

*GIF not mine*

Summary: You don’t need a mate right now; you’ve got more important things, like revenge, on your mind. But the Alpha King needs a mate to take his throne, and now he’s come to town to take you. 

A/N: okay, tell me if I’m wrong but like y’all have read this plot eighty bajillion times on Wattpad before, right? Ehh, I literally thought of it in the shower and it might be some sort of stealing from some unknown author I read back when I was a young, young Oreosmama, but I’m still gonna post it for now bc I like it. I channeled my inner Wattpad writer for this too so I hope you enjoy!

Word count: 4244

        Someone should have told the Alpha King that lining up one thousand-something girls shoulder to shoulder in ninety degree weather was a mistake waiting to happen.

        “Achoo!”

        Your sneeze caught the attention--and glares--of the six or so girls lined up on either side of you, each with their own individual reactions. The girl directly to your left, for instance, smiled pityingly and passed you a kleenex from a package sitting in her purse just beside her feet. 

        “I get allergies too,” she shrugged, “always good to keep some handy, don’t you think?” Mustering the most sincere grin you could, you nodded in thanks and accepted the tissue. 

        Sweat dripped down your temple and slid down far enough to disappear under the color of your windbreaker, a piece of clothing that had made you the outcast of the day evidently. 

        You didn’t care. You wore it for a reason. 

        As more pollen tickled your nose, you leaned forward just a bit to see how far away the man traveling down the line was. Good, you thought, I still have enough time. 

        Though he was just a tiny speck from your place somewhere in the middle-end range of the line, you could feel the tension he was inflicting on his audience. 

        The Alpha King. Like all his fathers before him, he was traveling from town to town in search of his predestined mate so he could finally take his place on the throne. He was the ripe age of twenty and, according to all the times you had seen him on the news, he was quite the looker. 

        Though technically illegitimate because his father and mother had produced him before marriage, the Alpha King of this century was especially distinctive for an entirely different reason--he was hot. 

        With blond hair that always seemed to be ruffled and crimson irises that could singe off your eyebrows, Katsuki Bakugou was a young king known to all. Even grandmothers, though they disapproved of his less-than mannerly attitude, still swooned at his natural beauty. 

        Every time you saw him on TV when you were younger, he would always have that permanent scowl etched on his face. And, like most other girls at the time, you wished you could have been the one to turn it upside down. 

        Then you grew up and realized he didn’t really matter. At least not to you. 

        He was just another alpha, albeit the one of the largest pack in the world. Unlike most packs, the Bakugous’ numbers reached into the hundred millions and had towns scattered all over the nation. They were known to be untouchable, and it was an honor to be a part of them. 

        “God, could this go any slower?” Your eyebrows rose in surprise at the groan of the girl next to you. Though she seemed even less interested in the event happening around her with gum smacking and eyes rolling, it seemed her family had at least convinced--or maybe forced--her into a dress that made her blend well with the other girls. 

        Well, at least you weren’t entirely alone in your dreading of this process. 

        The process itself wasn’t particularly a rager but it was a sacred tradition that the Bakugou pack insisted on continuing. This was how the Luna Queen was found, wherever she was. 

        You just wished she’d show up soon so you could get this show on the road. 

        Bakugou Katsuki, however, seemed to be taking his sweet time sniffing down the line of women in the open field of your hometown. Parents and other not-of-age people were forced to stay in their homes so as to not interfere with this careful procedure, and that was the one thing you were thankful for--the one thing you were looking forward to. 

        Now, you just had to wait for the bodyguard of your particular clump of women to step away so the king could smell each of you individually. Mates’ scents are supposed to stand out in crowds of millions, but after one particular sick incident so many centuries ago where a certain Alpha King ended up with a stuffy nose, they decided to leave the kings unescorted as they walked along the line. 

        And so here you were, waiting ever so patiently for Mr. Rhinoceros-neck to step back and away to join the rest of his fellow betas as they guarded the king from a calculated distance of seventy feet. 

        But, of course, Bakugou Katsuki was taking his sweet time. 

        Part of you almost pitied the girls beside you, obviously making the mistake of not wearing sunscreen. You memorized the day's exact weather report and were determined to not let even a sunburn stop you from your mission. 

        Though, maybe a reapplication wouldn’t hurt since you seemed to be sweating off your first layer of SPF 60. Perhaps the windbreaker you zipped over a thick black sweatshirt was a bit of overkill but it was all part of your plot. 

        Heat strokes be damned--you were not screwing up today. 

        Twenty minutes crawled by at a snail’s pace and in that time, the scent of deodorant and perfume reached its crescendo. Girls in skin-tight, above-the-knee dresses reapplied just a touch of antiperspirant with ease as the Alpha King made his way closer and closer to your gaggle of a hundred or so women. The other girls who had gone with more modest skirts and dressy blouses, however, had a bit more trouble tackling the B.O. issue. 

        The sun reached its peak in the sky and you checked your phone to make sure you hadn’t counted wrong. 

        Nope, no mistakes here. Four hours you’d been standing in that line with Miss Smacks-her-gum on your right and Lady Kleenex on your left. Smacks-her-gum had made the mistake of not wearing sweatproof mascara but you weren’t going to tell her that anytime soon. Trapped in a black leather jacket over a poofy black skirt that tickled your own legs beneath their leggings, she looked about two seconds from blowing her top or passing out--you hoped you weren’t going to be around to see either. 

        “Ooh, he’s getting closer,” Kleenex squeaked out, twirling a strand of red hair around her finger out of habit. “Damn, he’s so cute.” She glanced back at you with a nervous smile. “I really do wish I was his mate but, God, what are the odds, right?”

        “Yeah,” you breathed out with a friendly smile, waiting until she returned her attention to the direction of the Alpha King, for she would be the first one he sniffed of your little trio, before dropping the smile entirely, “what are the odds.”

        Now!

        Rhinoceros-neck glanced up and down your row one more time from thirty feet away to make sure no one had left before leaving his post, a sure sign that the group of bodyguard betas wasn’t too far behind. 

        If even one of them saw you, the plan would be ruined. You had to make this quick. 

        Unzipping your windbreaker, you shrugged it off your shoulders and pulled it free of you entirely, feeling for the binder clips in the front pocket as you did so. Then you zipped it back up and shoved a scrunched wrist under each clip. 

        “What are you doing?” The girl in the leather jacket seemed less pissed off than you expected, that was until you tried to attach the binder clip to her jacket-shoulder.

        “Don’t mind me, I just can’t stick around long,” you mumbled, too busy to expand on just how dumb your plan was with attaching the other clip to Kleenex girl’s shoulder cutouts of her blouse. 

        Yes, perhaps it was all based on the slim-to-none chance you had of lucking out so stupidly that an entire group of betas and an Alpha King literally overlooked your existence, but it was your only chance of escaping scot free. All you needed was for it to look like a person was there.

        You’d done your research, and you’d done it well. You knew Bakugou Katsuki was a pissy man, but you also knew he never made eye contact with women while he went down his lines. Part of it was out of respect as due the tradition’s requirements, but part of it was to make the entire process faster. Women were beautiful all over, but finding your true mate depended on all of your senses, not just one. 

        If his peripheral vision was as useless as you hoped, you could make a clear getaway and go on your true mission. As fun as it was to participate in the Alpha King’s police lineup of one-thousand women for four hours, you had other things to do with your life.

        Like finding that deadbeat father of yours. 

        You stepped back and inspected your windbreaker, fluffing it out here and there while the two girls it was attached to tried to crane their necks back far enough to ask you what the hell was happening. 

        You didn’t respond to their questions, instead kicking off the flats you’d allowed your mom to shove on your feet and placing them in the exact place they’d been for the last two hours, easily found due to the matted down grass. Attached to the backpack you’d brought that sat behind you like all other girls had done with their purses and such were a pair of combat boots, the laces strung around the straps of the black bag. 

        All dark colors, all practically invisible in the forest you planned on escaping through. 

        Past your group of one hundred girls was another group of the same number before all the women of the town finally ran out and the edge of the farm’s field met a forest. The owner of the wheat field that had been so viciously attacking your nose for the better part of your morning had been paid handsomely for his participation in this town and century’s search of the Luna Queen, just as his ancestors had been. 

        The forest was thick and ran for miles far and wide, while on the complete other side of the field sat the rest of the town waiting for the Alpha King’s verdict. 

        Queen or no Queen? they all wondered.

        Shit, did I grab that extra protein bar? you wondered.

        The grass was wonderfully cool on your sock-covered feet as you untied your boots, glancing up once or twice and going on your tiptoes to see how fast the Alpha King was moving at this point. Surely he was growing tired of this just as you wished he’d take even more time. 

        A blond head bobbed past fifty or so girls down, proving yourself correct. He was going faster. 

        “Shit,” you hissed, kneeling down to lace up the boots, only to catch a faceful of dirt courtesy of Leather Girl’s gothic boots. 

        “What the hell are you doing down there?” she spat, Kleenex girl nodding with the same curiosity. 

        “I’m gonna go for a stroll.” You returned your gaze to the boots, lacing the last one up faster before a blond or a boot could stop you.

        “What about the king?”

        “What about him?” You rose to your feet and swung the backpack’s straps over your shoulders, tightening them for a mad dash you prayed wouldn’t have to happen. 

        “Why are you just up and leaving now? You could be caught and get in serious trouble,” Kleenex piped up innocently. Her eyes were glimmering with concern, an emotion you knew was much undeserved for someone like yourself about to do something so stupid. 

        “No I won’t,” you shook your head and gestured to the jacket clipped between the two girls. You adjusted the clips so the windbreaker didn’t slump as much, but it was almost an impossible task due to the eight-inch difference between the two of them. “If you guys keep that up, we’ll all survive this. Just play it cool.”

        Both pairs of eyes on you bulged as you traveled toward the woods instead of the town where they thought you were leaving to. The girl in the leather jacket caught your hand in the nick of time, tugging you back hard enough that you were face to face with both girls. The movement behind their backs distracted other girls in line whose attention you really didn’t need at this point so you yanked your hand away with a glare. 

        A flare of guilt lit up your stomach at the worry in both girls’ gazes, but you couldn’t stop the question escaping your lips. “What do you want?”

        “What if they catch you?”

        “They won’t.”

        Leather Jacket gave you a deadpan look. “What if they notice you’re gone?”

        “I’ll be gone by then, hopefully,” you stared down at the hand still reaching for your wrist for emphasis. 

        “Well, what about your family?”

        The question made you tense and your eyes flashed. “They’ll be fine,” you gritted out. You were doing this for them after all, and all of it was explained in the neatly folded letter still in the pocket of your windbreaker. 

        They would understand. They’d have to.

        “Fine then,” Leather Jacket shrugged, forcing a strand of black hair back behind her ear. “Just be safe.”

        Finally, something you wanted--yet didn’t exactly expect, especially from her--to hear. 

        Kleenex nodded in agreement and you smiled. 

        “Thanks.” 

        And then you left, crouching down and slipping behind the backs of a hundred girls you’d gone to school with for twelve years. 

                                ~~~

        Katsuki kept his jaw clenched and his eyes locked on the grass below his shoes as he made his way down the third line that week. Hundredth line that month, with many more to come. 

        Kirishima and Kaminari snickered in the group behind him as he tripped on a sudden hole in the dirt, causing him to cuss and throw a glare back at them. “Zip it, you two.”

        Both men straightened up and saluted him with pursed lips. “Yes sir.”

        And then they broke off into laughter once more.

        Katsuki’s lip curled back and he refrained from growling, knowing that he could scare any of the girls to his left and then he’d get an earful from his parents. 

        Hands shoved into his pockets, he strutted past each and every girl without even catching a whiff of something he even minded at that point. Instead, it was all the same. Flowery scents here and tropically scents there made his mind reel with a full-fledged headache. This town was bigger than the ones he was used to visiting, but a town was more preferable than a city any day--the populations were always too high for him to ever escape a scenting line in a short six hours. 

        Plus, quaint towns like this had his most favored landscape: small shops and cottages behind him with a wide forest surrounding, too thick to even see the sunrise and yet so clear that you could count the stars. 

        Not that he’d ever tell anyone he liked that. 

        Although, deep down he thought that if he ever did find his mate, a town like this was where he’d like to settle down after running the pack for long enough. Letting his wolf free in miles and miles of forest was a dream, and reminded him of his pack’s headquarters thousands of miles away from here. 

        At least I can see the end of the line now, he thought, reaching up a single hand to massage the back of his neck. 

        He estimated he’d be done in this town in another ten minutes. Then maybe he could convince his father’s Beta to let him roam through the forest for even just an hour before moving on. 

        Just a little faster now. 

        Of all the parts of scenting lines, his favorite part was definitely finishing them. 

        So close… so close. 

        Now, he could see the last girl--and the anxious smile on her face. Dear God, that poor thing thought she was the one. She definitely wasn’t the first, and he had to thank that no girl had jumped like the ones in the previous towns had. 

        All towns and cities had their weirdos, but Katsuki was especially pleased to find out that this town was astoundingly normal. 

        Well, maybe except for that one girl that was very obviously trying to make a break for it to the forest. 

        Well that’s a new one. Maybe he-

        Mate.

        The sweet scent of sugared pine and apple trees wafted into his nose, mixing with a slight pinch of spiced cinnamon. His eyes almost rolled back into his head and yet he couldn’t take them off the form sprinting behind the other girls. 

        Gasps filled his ears as Katsuki’s body stood at attention. But if that girl was his mate then how could he smell her…?

        One look to his left and he saw a single maroon windbreaker, attached via what looked like binder clips to the clothing of the two women on either side of an empty space. Even a pair of shoes sat on the floor where his mate had stood, and wind forced the jacket to flutter in midair. 

        She ran away.

        Something in Katsuki’s chest sank as he growled in frustration, ripping the windbreaker away from between the two girls and ignoring how they flinched before he pressed it to his nose, inhaling as much of the scent as he could.

        Intoxicating.

        He could feel his mind sharpen as he stepped away from the group of girls, turning his head once more to search for his mate. 

        A black form disappeared behind a collection of trees hundreds of feet away but he heard the crack of her stepping on a twig as clear as day. 

        “Kirishima,” he barked and the redhead appeared at his side. “Take these two into custody. They might know something.”

        “Bakugou, did you find her?”

        He kept his gaze locked on the trees.

        “Yes, but take the other men with you. I want to find her alone.”

        “But what if-”

        “No,” he spat, blazing eyes almost setting Kirishima aflame, “I’m doing it alone. If even one of you gets near her or gets in my way, he’s not making it out of the forest alive.”

        Kirishima nodded in understanding and whistled to the others, grabbing both girls as they whimpered in fear while waiting for better restraints. 

        Katsuki still kept his eyes locked on the forest edge, just where his mate had disappeared. It was only then that he noticed his hands were wringing the jacket of life, twisting it until it appeared to be tight as a spring waiting to uncoil. 

        Pressing his lips firm against one another, he unraveled the jacket, searching for something, anything that might give him a clue as to who you were and why you did what you did. 

        At last, he found a letter in the front right pocket, addressed to your own mother. 

Dear Mom,

I’m going after him. I can’t let what he did to you slide, even if you say it was for the best.

With love,

YN

        YN. At least now he had a name. 

        And it was perfect. 

        YN, your mate was going to find you whether you wanted him to or not. 

        And he wasn’t going to let you go.

                                ~~~

        There was no way you had escaped as smoothly as you thought you did. Even though you felt like every breath you took sounded like a trumpet announcing your location, you never stopped running, staying crouched beneath the groups of women who didn’t even bother to turn back and watch the show. 

        It wasn’t too graceful either. Your thighs were on fire due to, you know, you having never done this before. After a solid two minutes, you felt your calves spasm and you almost gave up there, but the forest’s edge was so close… so close. 

        When the floor finally transitioned from grass to grass mixed with soil and animal feces, you almost jumped for joy, sprinting so hard that your legs almost gave out when you passed a hefty group of trees that you felt wide enough to hide you. 

        Your ears perked at a series of gasps that rang in the clearing behind you and it was then that you knew your escape was far from over. 

        Maybe there actually was a law against escaping the Searching for Luna Queens ceremony--you’d googled it thoroughly just to make sure you weren’t officially a criminal on the run until after you located your father. But hey, maybe Google had lied to you.

        Then you were screwed. 

        Your mother and stepfather, you could deal with.

        The entirety of the Alpha King’s pack… hmm, not so much. 

        So you kept running, wincing every once in a while that you stepped over a cracked twig. Sweat stuck your hair to your skin and slickened your legs entirely, the midday heat combined with a run through the humid forest finally catching up to you. 

        A small rest wouldn’t hurt. Maybe twenty minutes had passed, thirty if you were really lucky. You settled for a small stump in somewhat of a clearing. Here, at least, the branches of the trees were only swinging so low that they just brushed the top of your head, as opposed to when they thwapped you in the face while you ran.

        Zipping open your backpack, you grabbed the first water bottle you saw, not even bothering to search for the cap after you tore it off and tossed it away before gulping down three-quarters of the bottle. 

        Your heart finally seemed to slow as you took in gasps of air, batting away and choking on the occasional gnat. Your hair felt greasy and sweaty while the rest of your body was just entirely moist--you’d never been so disgusting before. 

        But you’d also never run away from a group of thirteen grown men before so you chalked it up to it being amateur hour. 

        From your seat on the stump, you honed in on your surroundings, trying to figure out which direction to go from there. 

        Birds chirped to your left (possibly South), but you heard the small babblings of a creek to your right (also possibly South). There was nothing coming from in front of you but flies buzzing and the occasional deer scraping its antlers against a tree, and meanwhile behind you there was a-

        SHIT!

        You jumped out of your seat on the stump but it was already too late. Just as you lunged ten feet out a weight tackled you from behind and forced you onto the ground, their heavier weight and superior strength keeping you immobile. 

        Shoulda known it was illegal.

        But only then after your heart stopped trying to rip itself away from your body did you feel it. Sparks. Little zaps of pure pleasure tracing up and down your spine and forcing an involuntary shiver out of you. 

        And the smell, oh God the smell. Like your favorite fruits sprinkled with just a touch of vanilla that had you biting back a moan. 

        Mate.

        Parts of you were happy and others were sad. Happy you found your mate, but sad he had almost just tackled you and forced your face into a pile of bear dung. 

        This was not a great first meeting. 

        “Are you gonna get off me anytime soon?” you wheezed out, spitting out spare bits of dirt that had flown into your mouth mid-tackle.

        Thank God you packed a toothbrush. 

        “Only if you promise not to run.” Jesus fuck this man needed to chill with his voice. It washed over you and warmed up the pit of your stomach like no other, every husk and lilt of his words making you almost quiver in delight. 

        “Yep,” you coughed out, voice surprisingly steady for someone being suffocated mentally and physically, “pretty sure I’ve learned my lesson. You’re good.”

        After a slow, somewhat trembling exhale, the man finally got off you and rose to his feet, instead choosing to drop into a squat beside your head with both arms relaxing on his knees. 

        Very strong, muscular looking arms on very strong, muscular looking knees. And things. And chest. And everything. 

        Dear God, maybe you actually hit the jackpot for once. 

        A large hand reached towards your face, not particularly gentle as he brushed the hair from your face, though you could tell he was trying by his hesitancy. His hand paused right as it reached your hair and after a deep breath, he pushed it back up behind your ear and you could see the rest of him at last. 

        Oh holy shit. 

        “Ba-akugou Katsuki.” 

        “YN.”

        The Alpha King was your mate.