The Things He Doesn't Know — K. Bakugo

despite being allergic to pollen, BAKUGO KATSUKI spends most of valentine’s day at the flower shop downtown. despite the itch in his throat and despite the sting in his eyes, he refuses to leave.

his fingers twitch as he reaches for a bouquet. would you like roses? too cliche. sunflowers? too tacky. what the hell are peonies, and why do there have to be so many options to choose from?

he exhales sharply through his nose (bad idea, now he’s sneezing too) as he stomps over to the counter.

he grumbles at the florist, rubbing aggressively at the bridge of his nose. “what do you recommend for..” his voice dips, almost like he’s embarrassed, “..someone you like?”

the old woman behind the counter smiles knowingly. “that depends,” she hums, closing the register. “what do you like about her?”

his mouth opens — then snaps shut. his face heats up. he hates this. but he hates the idea of letting you down even more.

“she’s, uh..” he looks away, jaw tightening as he tries not to sneeze again. “she’s a pain in the ass.”

the florist blinks.

katsuki scoffs, gaze drifting while he’s deep in thought. “she’s loud, annoying, never shuts up.” his voice softens slightly. “but she’s.. nice. laughs like a fuckin’ idiot. and-” he clenches his fists. looks up. “-she likes flowers. a lot.”

the woman chuckles, already putting together a bouquet. “sounds like you’ve got it bad, kid.” katsuki scowls, but doesn’t argue.

by the time he leaves, gift in hand, his allergies are destroying him. his eyes are puffy, nose red, and he feels like absolute shit. but when he sees the look on your face later that day, the way you light up as he stands on your doorstep — none of that seems to matter.

it was everything / k. bakugo

you and him did the perfect cuddle weather during the storm.

it started with a damp drizzle.

it was already night and you and katsuki bakugo had just finished your date when the clouds decided to loosen up completely, drenching the both of you in minutes. you couldn’t help but to laugh at his loud exhale, pulling your cardigan up to your head as bakugo scowled at the sky like he could blow the rain away with a glare.

"stupid fucking weather," he muttered, but he still kept pace with you, one arm outstretched like he was trying to shield you from the downpour—even if it wasn’t really working.

“let's go to my house. it should be near here.” he said as both of you started running.

by the time you got to his place, both of you were soaked to the bone, dripping all over his entryway.

"you’ll catch a cold," you teased as you kicked off your wet shoes.

"tch. like hell i will." but even as he said it, he grabbed two towels and tossed one at you. "dry off before you turn into a damn popsicle."

“are your parents here?” you asked him as you wrapped the towel around yourself, standing awkwardly by the living room as katsuki was setting up the heater.

“they're out on a business trip for a week.” he mumbled.

“so you're all alone in this big house for a week? wouldn't that be so lonely and boring since you've pretty much nothing to do cause it's also summer break?”

katsuki finished setting up the heater, making you two sigh in relief as heat started to fight the cold. “who said it would be boring? i can cover myself with training and do some other shits.”

“katsuki, it's a freaking summer break. summer break.”

“so? just go shower in my room.” katsuki ignored your complaint about his plan for the summer break as he pushed you gently towards his room.

“what about you?” as you settle the clothes he gave you inside the bathroom, you turn to look at him as he grabs some clothes of his own.

“i ain't gonna shower with you.” he grumbles, his ears going red.

“what? no! i mean, what are you gonna do?” you huffed, also blushing. the thought of showering together has not crossed your mind yet, not until now. you two were still in the beginning of your relationship and you two liked to take things nice and smoothly.

“gonna shower in my parent's bathroom, duh.” without another word, katsuki leaves the room and you start taking a warm shower.

you changed into one of his old hoodies—soft and oversized, smelling faintly like sweet caramel, like him. you go downstairs curled up on the couch while he makes you a cup of hot chocolate in the kitchen.

after that, katsuki didn’t say much, but he hovered around you, making sure you were warm and comfortable before finally settling down beside you with his own mug.

the rain kept pouring, the gentle patter against the windows filling the quiet between you. this is a perfect cuddle weather, just you and him with netflix on the screen.

"y’know," you said, leaning against his shoulder, your cheeks softly mushed as your eyes were trained on the screen. “i kinda like this."

he huffed, but didn’t move away. "like what? being soaked and freezing?"

you chuckled. "no, silly. i mean, to be here. with you."

that got him to freeze for a moment. you felt the tension in his shoulder, but then…he relaxed. slowly. carefully. like he didn’t want to admit how much your words meant to him.

"yeah," he said quietly, one arm slipping around your waist, pulling you closer. "me too."

and there you stayed—wrapped up in a blanket, the storm outside no match for the quiet warmth between you. bakugo kept his arm around you, your warmth seeping into his side as the sound of rain filled the room.

he stared at the window, watching droplets race each other down the glass, but all he could really focus on was you—curled up against him, wrapped in his hoodie like you belonged in it. like you belonged here, with him.

‘damn it.’ he mentally cussed. because how did you make something so ordinary like this feel so… good?

he wasn’t used to being this soft. not like this. he’d always been the explosive one, the rough one, the one people tiptoed around. but with you, it was different. you didn’t flinch when he was gruff. you didn’t back away when he had no idea how to say the right thing. you just stayed.

and now? you were resting against him so easily, like it was the most natural thing in the world. like you knew and you're so sure that he’d keep you safe even when the current state of the world outside has a storm.

katsuki looked down at you. your eyelashes fluttered slightly, your breathing slow and steady. you were getting sleepy.

his chest tightened and there's undeniably warmth spreading throughout his body.

he could fight villains. he could blow through walls. but this—letting himself feel this much for someone…was something else entirely.

still, he tightened his arm around you, burying his face on your hair and whispered so softly that he barely heard himself:

“…don’t go fallin’ asleep on me, dumbass. you have to deal with me if i get used to this.”

with the comforting warmth in each other's embrace, bakugo katsuki caught himself slowly falling asleep.

fast forward, the storm had passed and after your shared moment on the couch, it was you who woke up first. your first notice that your position had changed. now, both katsuki and you are now laying on the long sofa. you were on the side where the sofa back is and he's on the other side so you wouldn't fall in your sleep.

a blanket was draped over y'alls lower body to give more warmth and comfort. his arms were wrapped on your waist as his head were cozily nestled on your neck. you didn't dare to move as the memory of you falling asleep makes sense on how you ended up in this state.

looking up to the wall, you saw it's already past 10pm and you two had been asleep for like four hours now without any dinner and the netflix still plays in the background.

you shifted yourself a little to get more comfortable because the last thing you want is a numb body. this sudden movement caused katsuki to jolt up slightly as his sleepy red eyes looked at you.

“what time is it?” his voice was low and grumbled as he just woke up. his arms tightened around you.

“it's 10pm. do you still want to sleep more?” you asked him softly. your fingers made its way towards his soft spiky hair, gently caressing it. katsuki just hummed at your question.

then all of the sudden, your stomach gave a small, embarrassing growl.

bakugo detaches his face from your neck as he raises a brow. “your stomach acts like it hasn't been fed.”

you groaned, hiding your face in his hoodie. “don’t bully me, i’m still sleepy. and besides, we last ate like ten hours ago during our date.”

he chuckled and stood up, stretching his arms over his head. “c’mon. i’ll make us dinner.”

you blinked. “wait, you’re gonna cook?”

he shot you a look. “like you don't fucking know me.”

you giggled and followed him into the kitchen with the blanket on your shoulder, watching as he moved confidently—pulling out eggs and other ingredients. he looked relaxed in his element, messy bedhead and all.

“you know,” you said, hopping onto one of the seats in the kitchen island, plopping your chin over your palm. “you’re kinda hot when you’re being domestic.” you grinned widely.

he froze during mid-scramble, ears immediately tinting red. “shut up,” he muttered, avoiding eye contact. “you want your damn omelette or not?”

you smiled. “just kidding. i’ll take them with a side of kisses, please.”

he turned to glare at you—but it was the softest glare you’d ever seen. “you’re pushing it.”

you tilted your head playfully. “am i?”

suddenly, he walked towards you, standing between your knees where you sat on the counter. his hands rested on your thighs gently, and his gaze locked with yours.

“you're lucky i can tolerate you and i love you so damn much.” he muttered.

and then he leaned in, capturing your lips.

the kiss was warm—lazy, like a slow morning stretch, except it's night right now. the kiss also tastes faintly of sleep and something sweeter. his lips were soft, lingering against yours like he didn’t want to pull away.

when he finally did, he hugged you as he buried his face on your chest.

“wow…didn't fully expect that you'd actually take my joke seriously.” you chuckled as blushed painted your cheeks. your arms immediately hugged him back and started caressing his nape and some parts of his hair like you usually do whenever you two are hugging or cuddling.

katsuki could feel himself melting in your embrace as he huffed. “never doubted me.” he mumbled in your chest.

“so all i need to do is to joke about kisses so you can actually give me one?” you grinned as you cupped his cheeks to make him look at you.

“you can always ask or even don't have to ask at all, you know?” he playfully rolled his eyes and gave you a one last peck for now then removes himself from your embrace. “…now let me finish makin’ your stupid omelette,” he grumbled, though his smile betrayed him.

you laughed, heart full. “yes, chef bakugo.”

he groaned. “never call me that again.”

once the dinner was served, it was simple—omelette, some heated soup from his fridge, and a few slices of fruit bakugo cut up with more care than he’d ever admit—but to you, it tasted like the best meal in the world.

you sat beside him at the kitchen table, your legs brushing under the table as you both ate quietly. there wasn’t much talking, just the clinking of forks and the occasional soft sigh of contentment.

katsuki wasn’t exactly the “talk over food” type, but he kept stealing glances at you between bites. like he was making sure you were really there. that this soft moment, this version of peace, wasn’t just something he dreamed up.

when you caught him looking, you smiled. “what?”

he clicked his tongue. “nothin’...just makin’ sure this isn’t some weird dream or somethin’.”

you tilted your head. “if it is, do we go back to sleep and start over?”

bakugo snorted. “hell no. i’m keepin’ this one.”

you smiled even wider and stood up, walking over to slide into his lap without warning. he tensed in surprise but immediately wrapped his arms around you, letting his chin rest on your shoulder.

you played with the ends of his soft spiky hair. “thanks for today…and tonight. i really appreciate it.” you give him a kiss on his cheeks.

he didn’t answer right away, just squeezed you a little tighter.

“…yeah. me too.”

for a while, neither of you moved. the night kept going deep, the moon was casting silverlight across the kitchen floor along with a mixture of cool and warm artificial light, and the rain from the night before had long faded into a soft rustling of the wind outside.

it was simple. quiet. warm.

and for katsuki bakugo, it was everything.

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a/n: i think having a hyperfixation about this explosive pookie bear that they called katsuki bakugo.

chicken scratches ☆

synopsis : katsuki tries to surprise you...but he's taking too damn long !!

an. merry christmas(if you celebrate) n happy holidays yall !! i love my boyfriend as usual,,btw have yall seen that new hori art ??? dreamy sigh my man so stupid..

cw. itty bitty manga spoilers, but otherwise nun !!

when katsuki manages to hold a pencil again and write with his right hand, it looks absolutely horrendous.

switching from writing with their left hand then back to the right one would've been disorienting for most, and it probably was for him, but he didn't show it much aside from the occasional grumble and scoff at his trembling grip. nothing ever holds him back after all.

you sigh "can i—"

"no. don't look yet." katsuki has his back turned to you, sending you a sharp glare. hunched over his little piece of paper like how he'd hide his page from kaminari's peeking eyes during an exam, always so dramatic. he turns around with a huff and you snort with a roll of your eyes.

you had come over to his room after he’d told you to, mumbling out a quick “come over.” over the phone and hanging up before you could say a word.

and so here you were. waiting.

“katsukiiiiiiii—”

“shut up,” your boyfriend grunts, his scribbling sounds harsher, in a bit more of a rush. “so damn impatient..”

“but i wanna see what you wrote !” you kick your legs up in the air, pouting at his back sitting in his office chair. “i’ve been waiting for decades to see you write with that arm again.”

katsuki scoffs out a snarky laugh “yeah, well how do you think i feel ?” you groan, whining at his dark joke, he laughs again. “just stay put. ‘m..almost done.” he trails off, focusing back on his surprisingly long task.

you do know that despite being able to use his arm again, it had gone slow—surely, but really slowly. then again, he originally wouldn’t have been able to use that arm at all, so you’ll honestly take anything.

but the excitement is getting to you, and you really wanna see what he wrote ! so slowly, surely, you quietly try to sneak the short distance to his desk to peek behind his shoulder. however, your boyfriend has some crazy spider senses.

he sighs “if i turn around and you’re not sittin’ your ass on the bed i’ll—HEY !”

busted. katsuki catches you mid creep, so close to seeing his paper until he swiftly turns in his chair. he reaches out with his left hand, reflexively, and grabs a hold of your arm.

“you can’t ever just—do what you’re fuckin’ told ! knew you were being too damn quiet ! ” he complains between gritted teeth, trying to wrestle you away from him.

“i just—wanna see !” you shriek. when he suddenly remembers he can use his right hand again, and it almost feels nostalgic the way he jams it in your side to tickle you, dropping his pencil in the process. you think you hear it rolling on the floor, but your own noises of surprise overpowered the sound. he’d really gotten better at using that arm again, you could cry if your boyfriend wasn’t actively trying to shove his entire hand inside your ribs and push you away.

during the light scuffle, his hurried movements magically make the paper fly away with a harsh whip of his arm and a gust of wind, you thank every god when you notice it, just a second before he does. you’re half sure the world slowed down as you slide down to the floor and clutch the piece of paper in your grasp like the fate of the world depended on it.

the little piece of paper makes your heart jump, with its crumpled up edges and wonky writing and all.

I love you

both the o’s are too long, his u trails off towards the end and the e looks like he'd written it with the pencil in his mouth. it looks nothing like his usual handwriting.

but it was him, unmistakably, undeniably him and all of him and all of his efforts. all his efforts coming down to this. being able to write i love you and to show you.

your heart does more than jump, it restarts in your chest.

harshly, your flipped over by katsuki. he’s red all the way down to his neck and his eyebrows twitch angrily. but his hands, both his hands are gripping your cheeks hard and pulling at them and you can’t help but laugh.

“little shit. can never jus’ lemme be romantic..” he pouts, pouts like the adorable tryharding asshat he is, and you’re so so happy. your cheeks hurt cus he's tugging at them but his right thumb is digging into your cheek. you can feel the little callous on his middle finger because he holds his pencil with too much pressure on it.

“you’re so adorable.” it tumbles out between a watery laugh before you can stop it, katsuki’s jaw ticks and he gets even redder if that was even possible—he uses his right hand to squish your nose shut mid breath so your ears pop.

“shut it, shut up. ya ruined everything.” ducking down, his teeth make contact with your cheek and your chin knocks against his when you jump with a little scream. "i literally just finished. was just about to hand it to you, but noooo—everythin' has to go your way.." he angrily mumbles into your neck.

you press a kiss to his nape and he stiffens "i'm sorry for ruining your perfect surprise." he scoffs, biting at your shoulder. "i'm really happy though, it was unfortunately very worth it."

"you're a fuckin' fiend." he spits out, and you really can't help but laugh "love you too." you snort out, and his hands, both of them squeeze your sides hard, your cheeks hurt and you can't help but laugh.

Omg this is one of the most heartbreaking and beautiful fcs I have ever read in SO long- I can't 💖💖

In Case You Don’t Live Forever. (Bakugou x Reader)

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Pairing: Bakugou x Reader

Summary: Bakugou, blessed with immortality, meets the love of his life across all of their lifetimes. 

“Reincarnation is real. Even now, in what should be his fourth or fifth lifetime, Bakugou will tell you that it exists. He’s not sure which religion is right, which one wins at the end, whose god is real. But he knows that when we die, we don’t just vanish. We remain, somewhere, until it’s time for us to return to where we came from in new flesh and blood.”

Content Warnings: reader death (nothing graphic but this is a fic about reincarnation), rumination, loss of virginity, slight smut, slight cheating, friends to lovers, strangers to lovers, angst, hurt / comfort, pining bakugou, completely sfw big brother bakugou (in a VERY non-sexual way), child death (again, nothing graphic, but just in case), needles (an IV), afab reader.

Word Count: 7.2k

A/N: Thank you to @mikaaberry​ and @suyasgf​ for beta-reading this!! If you want two songs that set the tone for this fic, listen to in case you don’t live forever by ben platt and stuff we did from up!! I wanted to write a fic about Bakugou experiencing the different types of love, so here this is!!! Also…. I’ve been writing a lot of angst lately… sorry… 

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when katsuki’s copying your snaps so you pull a move

you sat, scattered across your bedroom with your friends. you decided you should all have a sleepover because you hadn’t hung out as a group in a while. as you all continued to giggle and watch a show on your television screen, your phone lit up.

a notification from katsuki, who you were sending photos of yourself to every couple of minutes. of course, he copied them with ease and without a care in the world.

but suddenly, your eyes widened, and you grinned like the cheshire cat. you had an amazing idea. you held the camera not too far away, and flexed your arm, showing your muscle. you giggled, would katsuki really fall for the trick and send you the same pose back?

less than a minute later, he opened the photo, but tsuyu sat next to you and leaned against her arms behind her. she asked, “are you feeling okay? you don’t appear to be interacting with the group as much.”

you nodded, “i’m okay, i’m just trying to get my boyfriend to do something,” then smiled at her clueless face. she was adorable.

you gained another notification from katsuki, so you clicked it and opened the photo.

jesus christ. his muscles were huge.

his shirt was off, and his bicep had a scar on it, he was looking into the camera with a glint in his red eyes and a smirk on his face. you blushed, and your lips stretched into a smile. you saved the photo to your camera roll, and he immediately texted you a message.

‘glad you think i look that good’

you rolled your eyes and smiled, and suddenly you heard a knock on your dorm door. the room went silent, and mina picked up the remote control and paused the show you were watching. everyone looked at each other, then at you. after a couple of seconds, there was another knock at the door and a sigh. you stood up and timidly walked over to the door, then opened it.

katsuki stood there in a black tank top with a white skull in the middle and sweatpants. his muscles still stood out even in his top and pants, and he smirked down at you, then raised his eyebrows.

you looked back at the quiet room and smiled, “don’t worry guys, it’s just katsuki!”

“y/n, he probably came here to be with you. you can let him in, you don’t have to ask us.” you smiled at jiro’s words, then you squealed and jumped.

your boyfriend didn’t say many words, but you latched onto his bicep and tugged him into your room. he locked the bedroom door then you pushed him onto the bed to watch the show with the girls. you sat crisscrossed with him and switched positions frequently until you were comfortable.

once he laid down on your bed, you immediately followed after him and slung your leg and arm over his body. he groaned and gently pushed your head away when you tried to nuzzle into him, but you whined.

he grinned, knowing he was just trying to irritate you. he then placed his large hand on the back of your head and pulled it back closer to his body, and once everyone was looking away, he kissed your hair.

katsuki would never admit it, but he just wanted to lie down with you. didn’t care much to talk or show you anything, but wanted to be in your presence. you would always be the one to bring his mood up.

words weren’t needed to express his love for you, and vice versa.

but a couple of minutes later, the two of you were passed out, snuggled together in your bed. ochaco stood up from the bean bag and leaned over.

she whispered, “aww, look at those two! they’re adorable, i’ve never seen bakugo like this!” she placed her hands together and spinned.

but mina had a different idea.

“yeah, they’re cute, but eijiro can use this as blackmail, and so can i,” she joked. she took her phone out and made sure the flash was off, before smiling with malicious intent and looking at all the girls. they giggled, and she finally took the photo.

she sent it to eijiro, who texted back, ‘i always knew he was down bad for her’

hope u guys liked this one! tysm for so many likes on my first katsuki post

Boyfriend haul

background information:

recently i saw this video on tiktok where people show off their boyfriends in a haul type of tiktok so i wanted to show how this would go with bakugou.

bakugou and reader are both 21

bakugou lives with kaminari, kirishima and sero. I like to imagine they’re apartment having a up and downstairs.

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There are two things you love. Tiktok and your Boyfriend katsuki, and what’s better then one of them? both of them,…together.

You were in bakugous room watching tiktoks when a video comes up on your fyp called ‘ Boyfriend haul ‘. While watching the video you couldn’t help but smile at the video, then a bright idea came up to ask bakugo to do this with you.

Bakugou doesn’t really post on tiktok, but in the past he has done videos with you “ against his will “ so there shouldn’t be a problem.

You get out of his bed and go downstairs to the living room. Apon entering the area the first person to notice your presences is sero while he’s making his way back to the rest of the group.

“ hey y/n! how was your nap?” “ Ah it was good, i slept in the best bed after all “ hearing this sero giggles. Hearing your name the first person to turn around is kaminari, he’s the one you’re the closest with.

“ Y/NNNNNNN you’ve FINALLY awoken from you slumber “ he says as he gets up and makes is way over to you. Bakugou sees you but doesn’t do anything knowing you’ll make your way over to him. Once all three of you make your way to the couch you immediately go and sit next to bakugou.

“ Hi suki “ you say while giving him a hug. “ hey “ kaminari sees this and says “ ew you woke up just to snuggle with your boyfriend? “ “ shut up “ kirishima says before bakugou could say anything ( or do anything).

“ i need you help with something suki “ “ huh? with what? “ “ come upstairs and i’ll show you “ bakugo gives you a confused face and mumbles something underneath his breath but ends up getting up and following you back to his room.

“ Sooo….what kind of-“ “ shut up kaminari “ sero and kirishima say together “ wow, live with yours friends they said, it will be soooo much fun “ he says while leaning back into the couch,

once making it up stairs you pull out your phone. “ what the hell are you doing, and what do you need help with? “ “ Look “. you show him the video and say “ can we do this please “ with a smile.

“ No. “ “ WHY “ “ because that’s stupid, plus you said you needed help with something. i thought you saw a spider and needed me to kill it “ he said while sighing and crossed his arms. Looking into his eyes, you put you hands on you hip and say “ fine i’ll ask kaminari “ while walking past him. Once you reach the outside of the door he immediately pulls you back into the room and slams the door “ like hell you will, hurry up and do what you going to do. “

Satisfied with his answer you walk over to his desk and set up your phone to record “ ok so go over there, out a frame and then i’ll introduce you and say a bunch of stuff then we’re done” “ what are you going to say….. “ “ don’t worry a bunch of good things”” fine whatever”. Before pressing record you stand on your tippy toes and give him a quick kiss.

“ Ok guys i got a boyfriend for christmas and im going to give you all a haul “ stepping out of frame you grab bakugo and walk you both back in “

“ this model is a hero, he’s 6’2 and blonde and has red eyes “ you pull bakugos face into the camera which he grumbles at “ turn to side, ok nice jaw line, turn to the other side. and he has dimples” backing him up you say “ put your head up “ “ what? “ “ oh my- here “ you pull his head back and say “ nice adam’s apple, ok now here’s my favorite feature “ you turn bakugou to the side and grab his arm and roll up his sleeve. “ this model and very VERY nice arms. I like to bite them thinking it will taste like strawberry cake, it never does “.

Hearing this bakugou smiles “ ok now back to the front, he’s very nice to look at and to touch, ok turn around. thank you Anyways he has a great back and a nice butt that i like to grab”. Before you can even touch bakugou he grabs your hand and looks at you with a dark look “ Don’t “ Rolling your eyes you turn him back around and say.

“ i wasn’t going to mention this but as you can see this model does have a couple of malfunctions, he likes to talk back and has a very slick mouth. He also likes to fight. “

Apon hearing this bakugou breaks the cool guy and completely blows up “ HUHHH?? DO YOU GET OFF BY SAYING CRAP LIKE THIS?? THAT IS NOT TRUE “ “ know bakugou had no intention of hurting you, you turn to the camera and say “ see “ this only further angers him, he pull you into him picks you up and walks over to drop you on his bed “ See what? you know what you’re right i do like to fight and we’re gonna fight right now”. he says while raising both his hands and moving his fingers “ WAIT KATS NO- “

Bakugou katsuki ended up tickling you until he felt like you had been punished enough.Once he was done he leaned down and gave you a small kiss. it was sweet and soft really showing how much he cared about you. once he pulled away and got up and said “ hurry up and come downstairs before anyone gets any ideas”

Bakugou left you there with a sore tummy and sore cheeks but at least you got through your video.

The next day when you woke up bakugou wasn’t there, you saw a text message saying “ sorry I had to leave earlier then expected, hero stuff “ then and hour later he sent “ Also you’re video isn’t as horrible as i thought it would be “ confused you open tiktok and see that your video had completely blew up.

Rewatching it you couldn’t help but smile. Bakugou always knew how to put a smile on your face.

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Hello, this was very poorly written i know sorry.

a/n. currently watching single's inferno s4 and this is how it's going. inspired by that exchange between dong ho and a rin. specifically, dong ho's smile during. what the hell am i talking about. (0.9k)

“you really didn’t have to drive me all the way here, you know.”

you plop down on the spot right next to bakugou, who wordlessly takes the mug of tea you’re offering with a half-hearted glare.

“then decline the next time,” is his snarky retort.

you playfully roll your eyes, burrowing further into the plush cushion of your sofa beneath you, hands cupping your own beverage. “you say that as if you’ll let me commute this late.”

a tsk. “it’s called having a heart of gold, you idiot.”

you hum noncommittally, gaze fixed on the tv in front of you. “camie sure does think you have one, huh?”

when he doesn’t say anything for a beat, you chance a peek at the man, and sure enough, he’s looking at you like you just shat yourself. “hah?”

“camie?” you repeat, hoping the creeping embarrassment isn’t showing on your face. “the girl who—”

“i know who she is,” he spews defensively, before raising an eyebrow. “what about her?”

“you seem to go way back, based on how she regarded you tonight,” you quickly explain.

he stares at you for a second, as if trying to figure out why the hell you’re talking about utsushimi camie of all people, ultimately settling with a lazy shrug. “i guess? we ran into each other a few times back in ua.”

and when you don’t immediately respond: “why?”

“nothing,” you supply, before: “i mean, i could tell she’s generally a bubbly and outgoing person just from dinner, but the way she behaved around you was…how should i say—different, i guess?”

the pro-hero lets out a grunt, which is bakugou katsuki for keep going.

so you do. “for one, she seemed eager to sit beside you, even though yoarashi-san was the one to arrange the hangout, and i think you mentioned in passing once that she thinks shouto’s attractive.”

unsurprisingly, that grants you a side-eye. you backtrack.

“not that a girl wanting to sit beside you is unfathomable, but—”

“the fuck are you getting at, dumbass?”

you huff. “i’ll get there if you just let me talk!”

he shoots you another glare, before tossing you a curt nod. “fine.”

you fight back the urge to punch his arm. “as i was saying,” you enunciate, “there was something…remarkable about how she was acting.”

“how so?”

you ponder for a moment, not minding how the question just now was too sarcastic for your taste. “well, i didn’t really see her arrive because i was at the restroom, but she seemed to deflate when i came back and took my seat beside you. almost as if she was eyeing the spot.”

“you’re fucking imagining things.”

“okay, gaslighter. anyway, it wasn’t just that. her mood went back up a notch when you introduced me—so reluctantly it was embarrassing, by the way—as your best friend.”

he scoffs. “you’re the one who tagged along.”

“shouto invited me, you dickhead.” you frown, “when he called you this afternoon and i said hi, remember? he said you could bring me with you.”

“he was just being polite, that pretty boy.”

“and you’re being a fucking downer,” you quip, before crossing your arms in front of your chest like a petulant child. “i don’t know what camie sees in you.”

“hah?”

“see?” you exclaim, flinging your arms in frustration, “you’re not getting it because you’re not letting me finish. i have no idea how you didn’t notice, but her body was facing you the entire evening! she kept redirecting the conversation to you, too, asking you all sorts of questions.”

you’re not looking at him anymore, eyes darting all over the place as you continue. “and her giggles, man, you weren’t even being funny, but she was laughing like you had keke palmer’s humor, or something.”

“i don’t know if you’re feigning ignorance or just flat-out oblivious, which i doubt you are, but seriously, man,” you rasp, “i can’t believe i’m the one who has to do this, but open your eyes. the girl likes you. and—are you smiling?”

you cut yourself off, the jarring sight of bakugou grinning at you erasing every viable thought in your brain.

if you didn’t know any better, you’d think the guy is fucking amused.

you scowl at him. “the fuck are you smiling about?”

“nothin’,” he claims, although his lips are still pulled taut to the sides.

you shoot him a deadpan look, which causes him to let out a soft chuckle.

he shakes his head, shifting in his seat. “it’s just—i don’t know…”

“don’t know what?” you ask, brows furrowed.

“don’t know how you picked up on all this shit.”

your response is instantaneous. “it’s called having eyes, you idiot.”

if he’s even marginally annoyed at your semi-quoting him, he doesn’t let it show. instead, you can only watch in bewilderment as a faint tinge of pink starts to color his cheeks.

“yeah, well, i didn’t even notice any of that.”

“how?”

a glower.

“because i was just looking at you, dipshit.”

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CUDDLING W KATSUKI <33

pls he’s a such a cuddle bug!! he’s very guarded but once he’s comfortable w you he’s COMFORTABLE. he has no shame in wrapping around you and keeping you pinned to him and the bed for HOURS. you’re the only one who gets to see his clingy side!!

he likes it a lot when you lay on his chest! he gets to hold you close to protect you and also press kisses to your head. either one of or his top fav position fs

when katsuki thinks you should be heading to bed because it’s late (or he thinks you’re talking too much/being stupid and need to stfu) he likes to rub his fingertips gently down your back

ITS SO TINGLY and also very sleep-inducing. for someone who has literal explosions come out of his fingertips, it’s unbelievable how gentle his hands become. he’s trails his fingers up and down your spine with the most featherlight touch that makes you both shiver and sleepy

OH and he’d also be the type to give you lil tickly pinches and squeezes to make you giggle when you cuddle but also to shut you up when he thinks you’re being stupid. (he also does it just to hear your laughter but vehemently denies it)

sometimes katsuki gets cuteness aggression or like surges of “oh my god i’m in love with this man/woman” and squeezes you really really tight to his chest

he’d also be the type to like cradle and rock you to sleep. it’s insane how someone so violent and crazy can become so gentle and soft (will vehemently deny this statement)

katsukis love languages are def acts of service and physical touch!! pls he’s such a sweetie pie i love him

extra: one time kirishima and the gang caught you guys cuddling asleep and could not believe their eyes. like they weren’t even drinking water and all did spit takes. lots of photos were taken and he hasnt lived it down since

I imagine people would assume Katsuki's type of women would be someone who's as tough as him, but then he'd be proving them wrong when the paparazzis catches him putting his drunken crybaby girlfriend at the front seat of his car, and she looks like she's had the worse night of her life because of her very tears stained cheeks.

Now, people gossip instead of dismissing the assumption of Katsuki's type of women. From what they've seen on the photos taken from last night's occurrence, Katsuki's girlfriend seemed to be the complete exact opposite of him that it starts to worries the netizens of what actually happens behind close doors. Is Katsuki careful with his girlfriend? What if Katsuki doesn't know how to treat such a soft lady? What if Katsuki's actually abusive?

What a loud of bull.

So what if he fell in love with someone who's the exact contrast from him? Just because he's loud and he's brash doesn't mean he'd simply lift a hand on someone, let alone his girlfriend. People were quick to assume these days, and they didn't even get the first assumption right!

So in order to dismiss these gossips, Katsuki decides to post a picture on a random night.

Sat on his lap facing him with arms wrapped around his neck and your face buried on the crook of neck, Katsuki places a hand on your plush waist and snaps a pic from above that perfectly encaptures what really does happen behind close doors. Nothing abusive, nothing out of line, just him and his girlfriend who can't get enough of each other every single day.

Honestly, he doesn't really care if the gossips continue to erupt over time, he just wanted an excuse to show you off with him as your very own personal watermark.

✮ content. fantasy au. reader is known as the "Tundran Thief." slight predator/prey vibes. reader is "captured" by bakugo. bakugo is an esteemed hunter + semi-royalty.

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This might be the stupidest thing you've ever done.

His challenge to hunt you sends a chill down your spine, the adrenaline rush fueling your sudden burst of energy, bolting for the trees to the north. He growls watching you run — a devilish smirk tugging on his lips as he gives you a head start. It’s not long until the familiar hefty crunching of snow under his feet echoes through the trees around you, louder than your own footsteps as you’re desperate to escape. He wasn’t kidding, he’s fast.

And then…silence.

It stops you in your tracks, your first mistake. You should’ve known better than to stop running. A large hand grasps your shoulder in the blink of an eye, easily throwing you onto your back into the snow with a softened thud. It knocks the air from your lungs, your eyes wide as he loomed above you. He slams the blade of his sword into the ground right next to your cheek, a mercy and a warning.

“I said you wouldn’t get away, little rabbit.” He finally gets a closer look at you, hating how his stomach churns at the sight of your flushed face. He quickly disguises the feeling with a crooked grin, flashing his canines at you. “Pretty little thing, ain’t ya?"

“Just kill me already,” you quip breathlessly with an eye roll. You're in no room to protest, and yet, your sassy attitude persists.

He snarls at your insistence as he stands back to his full height, removing his sword from the ground and returning it to its sheath. “Nah, need ya alive. Yer comin’ with me.”

Gods dammit.

Before you can fight back, he’s got your hands and feet bound with your body thrown over his shoulder like a hunted animal. Usually you’d find yourself kicking and screaming, refusing to be anyone’s captor, but you didn’t have a choice this time. This man is twice your size and fully armed. What the hells could you have done?

“You gonna turn me in?” You mutter sometime later, grumbling in defeat while bouncing on his shoulder. “Bet you’d get a hell of a reward.”

He pinches your thigh roughly, eliciting a squeak of surprise from your lips. “Ow! The hell?!”

“Shut it, princess,” he growls back. “Not turnin’ you in.”

“Why not?” You dare to ask. “You know—”

“I know who you are,” he interrupts and pinches your thigh again. “Takin’ you home. Don’t make a scene an’ keep yer head down.”

He tosses his fur pelt over your body, hiding you from plain sight. Unless up close, no one would be able to tell who — or what — you are. It's not long until the sound of busy streets and commotion fill your ears. Are you at a guard post? Was there even one nearby?

“Prince Bakugo!” A man greets. “Welcome back. I see the hunt was a success.”

Bakugo? Where have you heard that name before? And then it hits you — Bakugo, as in the family of prestigious hunters, the warrior tribe of the East. Your captor is the gods damn prince of the most dangerous village on the continent.

"Mm," Bakugo grunts back in acknowledgement. "Sure was."