pairing: Midoriya Izuku/Reader
summary: HeroExpo is incredible, and that’s not even counting the really cute hero fanboy you just met. Well, you think he might be cute under that Deku cosplay. It’s hard to tell because it’s really, really good. Like, too good.
length: 21,000 words | 6 chapters
tags: romance, pro hero au, misunderstandings, conventions/fandom culture
warnings: aged up characters, eventual smut
chapter links:
one
two
three
four
five
six
cross posted on ao3: here
EDIT: Now with art by the deeply talented absolutely lovely @volatilematters
a/n. short continuation of sober
"wh—what?"
bakugou shakes his head, eyes droopy. "i said, i want to kiss you."
your throat is now dry. "you must be joking."
"am not," he drawls. "i'm fuckin' sober."
at that, you let out an involuntary snort. "sure, big guy."
he frowns, pouting. "you don't believe me?"
your stomach flips at his challenge. you've spent all this time trying to suppress your feelings for him, and now he's making it all the more difficult?
when you don't answer, he simply asks another question.
"why did you resign? was there something i did or said that chased you away?"
"just personal reasons," you offer.
"like what?"
you shake your head, "i'm not obliged to give a detailed account of my reasoning to you. HR's the one in charge of that information."
"really?" he questions, voice small. "if i begged you to tell me, would you?"
"you? begging?" you cackle. if there's anything bakugou katsuki would most definitely not do, it's begging, let alone begging you—a mere sidekick.
"i would do it you know," he says like he's thought about it before and is now 100% sure of it. "i just need to know why you quit."
you're not about to tell him it's because you have a big, fat, embarrassing crush on him, so you lie through your teeth. "i'm planning to start my own agency with some pro hero friends."
almost instantly, bakugou deflates in his seat.
"oh."
"not that i hate my current job or anything," you quickly add before scrambling to conjure more lies. "it's just that—"
"do you hate me?" he asks out of the blue, you almost choke in surprise.
"no!" you exclaim, and you do so fervently because you don't. in fact, you have to leave because how you feel about bakugou is veering dangerously close to like.
he lets out a sigh of relief upon hearing your response. "good. i was...worried."
before you could even stop yourself, you ask: "why?"
at that, he shrugs, somewhat refusing to meet your gaze. "i think i like you, whatever the fuck that means."
your heart leaps to your throat. you scramble for an acceptable response.
"i liked having you as my boss, too, bakugou."
a pause.
"hah?"
your eyebrows furrow. "what?"
"i don't mean it that way, idiot." he shakes his head before heaving a sigh in exasperation. "i like like you. don't you get it?"
oh, god.
this can't be happening.
"...i don't think i do."
at that, he sighs again, visibly frustrated at your lack of understanding. "dumbass."
"hey!"
he shakes his head. "i've been dropping hints left and right. i can't believe you missed all of them."
if what he's saying is true, and with the knowledge you have of bakugou, those hints sure as hell weren't obvious. all he did was tease you, call you a plethora of nicknames including your actual one, refuse to have any other sidekick aside from you, and search for you in his drunken haze.
oh.
"fuck."
he snorts. "i agree."
you stand there in shock for what feels like an hour before regaining your capacity for speech.
"how am i supposed to know this isn't just some alcohol-fueled ruse?"
"confront me tomorrow," he says easily. "i'll have a hard time denying it."
literally just whipped this up in 30 minutes. i hope it wasn't too bad lmao
as always, reblogs and comments are much appreciated <3
pairing: Bakugou Katsuki / Reader
status: complete
length: 16,521 words
summary: For years, you’ve been the only assistant in the business equipped to handle foul-tempered supermodel Katsuki Bakugou. That is, until he catches on to your weak point.
tags: model AU, sexual tension, snark, praise kink, reader-insert
warnings: aged up characters, eventual smut, implied lighter-skinned reader
note: In retrospect, this work is one of my least inclusive. A large portion of the plot depends on the reader’s blush being visible on her skin. I just wanted to make this clear to anyone looking to read this fic, and apologize to any potential readers that this excludes. Going forward, I will endeavor to do better!
chapter links:
one
two
three
four
five
six
cross posted on ao3: here
Studying with bakugo is almost NEVER studying with bakugo. The mf can yell at you to pay attention all he wants but a few seconds of it and you’re already back to yapping about the latest drama. Drawing little doodles on your paper (and a few on his) while you tell him about how kuroiro finally confessed to Komori from class 1b, and although he doesn’t like to admit it he’s paying more attention to your yapping then his studying. (Your the only person who can do that)
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sorta linked to this but can def be read as a standalone
“did you hear about kuroiro’s confession today?” you asked. you were laid on bakugou’s room floor, your notebook wide open with a few math equations along with a dozen of doodles.
you just asked him another silly question, one of the countless ones that you’ve already made in a hour.
bakugou already knew that you were a sociable person from the way you find a new person to talk to everyday, but he didn’t expect you to be this talkative.
truth be told, you’ve talked more than you have actually studied. which was the main reason why you had come to his room at nearly eight o’clock at night, close to his bedtime.
he only accepted the late study session was because the other reason for you to come was so he could speak with you privately. this was the best way he could do it secretly without being found out.
bakugou looked up from his textbook, directly at you. “no. not that i even care about that stuff anyway.”
your chin rested in the palm of your hand, silently drumming your fingers against your cheek.
“it’s hilarious though, cmon!” you pleaded with a small smile on your face.
“we’re supposed to be studying, y/n. did you forget that you didn’t exactly ace that test?” he rhetorically asked.
you pursed your lips together in a thin line, looking away from bakugou and back onto your textbook. you were dumb enough to even think you could gossip with bakugou.
he offered to help you study, not to bond more as friends clearly.
you picked up your pencil and began to write the equation that was written in the hardbook next to you.
hearing that there was no response from you, bakugou internally began to slightly panic. it was never like you to just shut up so easily. he couldn’t help but come to the conclusion that he came off too rude.
it’s not that he didn’t want to hear you speak, he just didn’t want to make his crush on you so obvious. he was trying so hard to be his normal self which was much harder towards you than he thought.
bakugou placed his textbook down, leaning back into the palm of his hands behind him. “what did that extra do?”
almost immediately, you released the pencil that was in your hand and made eye contact with the ruby eyed male in front of you. a smile tugged on your lips, one that bakugou couldn’t help but think was so fuckin’ cute.
“he made her a bouquet of mushrooms, because you know, her whole mushroom quirk thing. he tried to give it to her discreetly but someone walked past and made it a whole big deal.” you described. “honestly, i feel bad cause i think they’re both kinda shy. they probably didn’t want that attention.”
bakugou unknowingly listened to every word of yours, feeling himself being drawn into you. what was it about your voice that made it so compelling for him?
if it were anyone else like stupid shitty hair or raccoon eyes, he’d shut it down immediately, not caring about a single word they had to say about it.
but, he found it a little more difficult than usual to refuse when it came to you.
he snickered. “public confession? what a romcom move of him.”
you looked back down, noticing bakugou’s blank paper. out of boredom, you grasped onto his notebook. you started to doodle on the small square in the upper left corner; a couple of hearts, stars, dots to make it less bland.
“i think it was sweet. it’s hard to confess already, but to do it in front of an audience? takes guts honestly.”
bakugou watched you draw on his paper. he felt a little jump in his heart, some part of him liking the fact that you took initiative to add your own touch to something of his.
something so stupid. so small. but he couldn’t help but feel a tad giddy.
bakugou sat upright, gulping nothing but his own saliva. “is that something you would like?”
at first, bakugou curses at himself. why would he ask something like that? something that could definitely give away his small crush on you. but he remained his same stone-cold look.
you looked up at bakugou, noticing his eyes softening slightly before returning to their original position.
you thought about it long before responding. “nah. don’t think that’s something i’d really prefer. i’d like a simple confession with just the two of us.” you described.
it seemed a little weird to you that you were casually speaking of your own relationship preference with bakugou, but you tried your hardest not to think too much about it.
you assumed he was only trying to make small talk.
“good.” again, with bakugou’s one worded response. even though he didn’t add more to his sentence, his eyes lingered with yours. as if he was deciding something or carefully analyzing you. but it was a different look. not a competitive, angry look. but rather a tender look. one you have never seen bakugou wear, ever.
suddenly, he looked away, back onto his textbook. you seemingly didn’t mind considering the small tingle you were receiving in your face.
bakugou looked over his shoulder, begging to anyone even the gods above to remove the deep-set blush that was occurring on his face.
the male cleared his throat. “alright, let’s fuckin’ study. gossipin’ and yappin’ won’t help you get a better damn test score.” he chose the defensive route to move on.
you silently agreed with a nod. but, your mind goes back to the thought that you successfully just gossiped with the katsuki bakugou. the one that’s listed to only care about being the number one hero.
you bit the inside of your cheek to hide a smile as you tapped your pencil against your notebook.
just now, a kaleidoscope of butterflies slipped through the cracks of your stone wall, entering your stomach, and began to harvest a life within that had bakugou’s name branded on it.
stepping into the world of MHA; the illustration ads for volume 42.
BAUGOU DRIVING!!!
Your crown around my heart
he might be the love of my life
queen of expressions, nobara
Bakugou Katsuki you are forever
ACES!!! Look at this Scientific American article!!! It makes me genuinely so happy to read. We’re making it!!!!
https://www.scientificamerican.com/article/asexuality-is-finally-breaking-free-from-medical-stigma/