GUESS WHO REMEMBERED HER PASSWORD? ME! Fdssfdgsfdg

falling asleep on the mha boys

midoriya would slightly jump at the feeling of extra weight fall on his shoulder. he relaxes when he realizes it’s you, and would cry a bit that you trust him enough to keep you safe. he smiles and kisses you on the nose while closing his eyes beside you.

bakugo who refuses to like anyone, somehow fell in love with you. so when you collapse into his chest, you can see a hint of a smile on his face. not one of hate or anger, a pure angelic smile, just for a second. he wraps his arms around you and puts his head on your shoulder.

confused todoroki when he recognizes your soft breathing on his lap, realizes you are no longer awake. putting down his book, he wraps a blanket around you, and turns off the lights. he whispers sweet nothings into your ears and promises to always protect you.

kirishima would give a soft chuckle to your sleeping form, rocking you to sleep. flicking off the tv, appreciating the smaller moments in life, moments like these. he presses all his warmth into your body, holding you close.

overly excited kaminari seeing your cute sleeping face, cupping and poking your cheek before he lets you rest. giving you a piggyback ride back home, he smiles and truly is thankful for you in his life. you are his sunshine and his whole world.

sleepy shinsou is right next to you at three in the morning, helping you sleep after your nightmare. wiping the tears off of your face and pushing your hair back, he promises he will always be there to help. holding your hand, he snuggles into you and falls asleep.

flustered tamaki was helping you study, burns up as your head falls to his. your eyes were closed, and your soft snores made his stomach flutter. trying not to move so you don’t wake up, he can hear your heart beating, and he listens as his heart matches yours.

dabi smirks at you, getting over his initial surprise. softly whispering ‘i love you’ when he thinks you are sleeping, but shocked when you say it back. he once thought that he didn’t need anybody, but holding you close, he knew that he was wrong.

speechless hawks as you crash on top of him, half-lidded eyes finally closed. grinning wide, but also sleepy, he wraps his wings around you both and uses them as a blanket. pecking your cheek, the background noise lulls you both to sleep.

maybe one where the reader comforts him after he has a nightmare ?

sometimes, katsuki had nightmares.

they weren't entirely obvious at first. there were days where you noticed he had bags under his eyes, but he always gruffly brushed them off as being a result of pro-hero work. the lingering sense of unease and way he startled easily in the mornings were also something you were wary of, but he told you he was just tired from his patrols. you were concerned, but there wasn't really anything you could do about it if it was related to hero work. and you trusted him to tell you if it ever became too much for him.

but he never did, and you soon realized he'd been lying to you.

one night, when you were both tucked comfortably in your shared bed, you woke up for no reason whatsoever. you were curled on your side, facing the dark wall, wondering why you had blinked yourself awake. you could feel the warmth of katsuki's body besides you, hear the way he steadily breathed in and out, in and out. it was comforting, listening to him, and you eventually found yourself drifting back off into your dreams.

that is, until katsuki jerked abruptly in his sleep.

your eyes snapped open, his body jostling yours as his arm twitched by his side. you blinked blearily and turned your head around to peer at him, wondering if he was awake or not. what you saw made you sit up slightly, shifting around so you could hover gently over his face.

his eyebrows were scrunched up, angled towards his hairline. his lips were tugged downwards in a frown, trembling almost minutely in a way that made your chest hurt. the angles of his cheeks glistened in the dewy lighting of the moon. your breathing nearly stopped as you watched his expression, the way his eyes squeezed tight.

"katsuki," you whispered softly, quietly, as you ran your fingers along his cheeks, tracing his smooth skin. he didn't respond, still tensed up even as you dried his face and started running a hand through his spiky hair. you could see the way one of his hands gripped onto the white sheets of your bed, straining the material. you were starting to worry, a troublesome little thing that manifested itself in the depths of your heart.

he made a choked sound then, and you hushed him gently, shifting up so you could hold his face in your palms. you could see beads of sweat starting to gather on his forehead, smell that familiar burnt caramel scent of his quirk. his body jerked again, muscles of his arms coiling dangerously as he muttered something undecipherable. your thumbs roamed along the skin under his eyes, collecting the tears that'd still gathered there.

"katsu," you tried again, louder this time, when his expression didn't smooth over. his breathing was starting to pick up, and you leaned closer, noses nearly touching as you drummed at his cheeks with your fingers. "katsuki."

his eyes snapped open, hands shooting up to grab at your wrists. his palms were hot and for a split second, you were frozen, watching as his gaze latched onto your own. you could tell he was still chasing away the remnants of his dream, his pupils tiny as he stared up at you unseeingly.

"what-" he choked out, blinking a few times before you saw his pupils dilate. his eyebrows relaxed only a smidgen, hands gripping onto you for dear life.

"baby," you said quietly, still wiping away the tears on his face. "what's wrong?"

he did nothing but look at you, tracing over the planes of your cheeks with his eyes. there was something about the way he stared at you, something vulnerable in the way he nearly appeared to be relying on your touch, your gaze, to cement him to the world. his hands relaxed around your wrists, holding them in a loose manner. he exhaled slowly.

"s'nothin'," he soon grunted out, closing his eyes. his head eased back into the pillow beneath him. you frowned, though he could not see it. he just looked so tired, you noticed, exhaustion lining his features and making him seem like he was holding the weight of the world on his shoulders.

"it's not nothing," you told him, letting go of his face at last and slipping your wrists from his hold. his eyes opened again at the loss of your touch, crimson gaze following you as you shifted so you could lay back down on your side, facing him. "wanna talk about it?"

he looked like he was contemplating it for a second, staring up at the ceiling that danced with the fickle shadows of night. like this, his hair looked almost ghostly, framed with moonlight from the open window of your shared room.

when he simply shook his head, you nodded, letting yourself sink back down completely into the blankets and pillows. he immediately rolled over onto his side, throwing a heavy arm over your waist. you took that as a sign to shift closer, nestling your face into his chest as he buried his nose into your hair.

"you know i'm always here if you need me, right?" you whispered into his torso, your arm wrapping around him so you could hold him tighter. closer. you pretended not to notice the way his grip around you increased, as though if he so willed it, he could meld your body into his forever.

"yeah," he whispered back just as quietly, burrowing himself further into everything that made up you. "i know."

read this if you want something similar to this request!

i’m kinda thinking about the last one a loT… i’m guessing this is about 700-1k words ? cw: last one includes making out :) otherwise bakugou wildly in love

“I MUST REALLY LOVE YOU” is one of your favourite things to hear your boyfriend say. usually because it meant you were getting what you want one way or another like the spoiled princess you are. his words, not yours. but it wasn’t your fault he always caved in and then gratified you with whatever you wanted and an indirect love confession after.

it’s always said in a grumble with a huff tacked on like you’re asking him to move the earth for you. which honestly is something he would attempt if you asked. but this time you’re laying beside him in bed, head propped up with your hand and your leg thrown over his body. it’s his off day today and he’d much rather say in the warmth in his bed with you.

“do you mind getting us breakfast baby?” and one thing about your boyfriend is that your maximum asks for something is usually once, twice only if he didn’t hear you the first time.

so he blinks a couple times trying to adjust to the possibility of getting out of bed right now, then he gives an over dramatic loud puff and says it. “i must really love you.”

but you know there’s no honest malice or annoyance in his tone as he rubs the back of your thigh and squeezes before he carefully pushes you off to climb out of bed.

when you say a soft sleepy , “love you!!” to your boyfriend, half asleep bouncing on one leg to pull on his joggers. he follows with a playful “yeah yeah,” bending down to kiss your forehead.

another time is when you’re both invited to kirishima’s christmas party. the red and green invite with bold text at the bottom practically screaming ‘COME IN AN UGLY CHRISTMAS JUMPER OR YOURE NOT ALLOWED IN’.

the threat doesn’t shake your boyfriend, he doesn’t care if he turns up or not. “yeah that shit’s not me.” he says to kirishima on the phone and you’re rolling your eyes at his dramatics. it’s just a jumper and nobody’s gonna be paying attention after glasses of mulled wine and eggnog but alas katsuki’s not into it.

so next time you see him, you’re waving a bag in front of his face. “i got you something, gorgeous. for kiri’s party!” and immediately a frown is on his face, he feels like he can already see the future; him giving in to wear an ugly ass jumper. how the mighty have fallen.

you pull a thick fluffy jumper out your bag made from the itchiest wool he’s laid eyes on, complete with built in flashing lights and a lopsided santa. it’s the ugliest thing he’s ever seen. but you’re smiling at him so prettily with a little tilt of your head.

“try it on for me!! please!!” and you never have to ask twice. he just yanks it out your hand and pulls off his current hoodie.

“i must really love you,” he hopelessly sighs but when his head pops out the hole of the jumper, you’re holding another one infront of your body.

“we’re gonna be matching!! so cute!!” and suddenly bakugou doesn’t care anymore that he’s wearing the ugliest jumper known to mankind…. because you’ll be wearing one with him.

and the next time is when you think you need to convince him. kissing a trail up his neck, nibbling his earlobe and resting a palm flat on his chest. you have him like dough in your hands; he’s stretching out his neck so you have more space to kiss and you can feel his appreciative purrs rumble through his abdomen. you’re pressing your cute little “please katsu”’s into his skin and the only reason why he hasn’t said yes yet is because he can’t. his brain is scrambled from your touch and he feels like he’s bonelessly melting into your sofa.

he only sparks awake when you brush your fingers over his nipple, his eyes fluttering open with a loud moan. “is that a yes baby?” you grin, a grin that would have been taken a little deliriously if bakugou wasn’t so in love. “yeah… yeah you can princess.” he replies breathlessly and he doesn’t even know what for.

but when he’s walking up to your apartment the next day, a shiny brand new car is sitting right in front of your building. it’s nothing like the other tiny dusty decade old cars around so he knows it’s probably from his bank account. especially if the number plates anything to go by.

KTSGRL

“fuck. i must really love you.” he mumbles to himself, massive palm rubbing his chin as a deep chuckle shakes from his throat.

Hawks x Reader

Bird tendencies: sfw

- Hawks is a BIG cuddler, as soon as he gets home from work expect him all over you, wings wrapping around the both of you                                                   

- Also how he likes to sleep, you flush to his chest, one wing under, on over the top, lets just say you don’t need many blankets because of how cosy it is.            

- On the topic of beds, NESTS, this mans bed is just a collection of blankets, pillows and whatever plush animals either you or him added, soft and fuzzy and something he was super excited to show you when you first started dating           

-Likes shiny things, like bottle tabs, jewellery or just anything that catches his eye                                                                                                                          

 -His love language is just giving you random things that caught his eye on patrol, you have a small shoebox filled with them in your wardrobe                        

-He gets you pretty necklaces, bracelets, watches, literally anything you like because he likes seeing you in nice shiny things                                                    

-His wings puff up when he’s jealous!!! He sees someone flirting with you and he’s just like *Poof* trying to make himself seem as big as possible                       

-Night time flights, he’s strong so no matter what size you are he can easily pick up (with help with his feathers depending) and takes you on romantic night time flights most likely to the country side to see the stars                                               

-He literally loves you so much, and dotes on you all the time, your his world and treats you like it, all he wants is you to love him back :)))

Dabi in “One's Justice”

Anime vs. Manga

Yes, this is a new account, I just made this. I don't care if people question the authenticity of my post, my experience as a shifter, or whatever I'm about to say.

I don't know how to use Tumblr, nor do I know how to make my post reach people who need it, nor would I be a narcissist and say "you're lucky if you found my post!" I don't mind if this reaches an audience or not, I'm glad to get everything off my chest.

Yes. I've shifted.

I have shifted realities, more times than I can count on my fingers, and that is for a very specific reason, which I'll explain later.

I'm writing this because I'm about to permashift, and no, I won't hear out any antishifters or people who don't like permashifting in general, I don't care about your opinion so don't waste my time.

Before I start, I'd like to say one thing:

I was irrational minded, I lacked belief in myself and shifting. Shifting often times felt like a chore more than a fun activity, and i have to admit, it became an unhealthy habit.

So? Why did I mention this?

Because I had been lurking around shifting communities and I realised everyone feels like this, a very (mentally) painful feeling where the lack of shifts starts acting as your biggest enemy, and the phrase:

"Shifting needs practice!"

Sounds like poison when it comes from an experienced shifter.

Though, is the phrase actually true?

No, not at all.

Shifting does not need practice!!

Here's why:

(BTW, I will explain my "method", no matter if I have time or not. Also, I don't call this reality "Current Reality", instead I call it Void reality, so don't get confused.)

The "practice" you're doing is only affecting your void reality (taking time out of your day, making you constantly think you're in your learning phase, so it doesn't exactly lead to your desired reality, does it?)

Of course, if you view it as a skill, it will in some way act like that, it'll become a skill for you, and you can never succeed on your first, second, third, hundredth try, because in your brain you have registered the fact that shifting is this grand, universal task, and that it is very difficult (because its common sense that you practice difficult things to get good at them)

Practice is a very humane and earthly act, if people have succeeded doing just practice, then good for then, they're right in their own way, but it didn't work for me, and in my opinion it's the worst way to view shifting, and often times it is demotivating, and you'll mess up you're entire journey.

Shifting is not a skill, shifting is a universal law.

I'll become more clear as I explain my journey:

My journey:

I found shifting from a random YouTube video 3 years ago. I might have only said cool and moved along.

A year later something traumatic happened in my life, which shook me so badly I needed an escape.

First of all, I chose astral projecting, but I realised I was too much of a coward to do so.

Then I came towards shifting, first DR was very typical, it was Hogwarts.

Having no knowledge whatsoever in the topics of spirituality, meditation, I went straight to methods, because they were like guides for me, I was very inexperienced, of course, and looked at other people and what they were doing for guidance.

Alice in wonderland method didn't do much, raven method was too uncomfortable (side note, all this raven method does is make you too focused on your void reality, cmon, in your DR are you laying down like a starfish?) And I was having terrible trouble with my intrusive thoughts (which made the floor disappear from under my feet, made the stairs for the stairs method too short to climb or straight up made them dissappear as well)

I didn't have any luck that year, no mini shifts, no lucid dreams, or sleep paralysis. And my DRs never remained constant. They always changed on a daily basis.

I was big on methods, I couldn't realize they never worked for me.

Although, this year of failure led me to finally figure out where I belonged.

A DR made out of scratch, which I spend much effort in putting the pieces of it together.

The DR, which was called "Home reality" really made me feel settled in my journey.

LOA, and the consciousness theory were the leading factors which made me shift.

And don't worry, it isn't what you're tired of being told, I didn't just apply any orthodox definition of LOA and succeeded.

Background to my first shift:

It was a particularly stressful day, I really missed my home.

I was studying at my college (I still am, but...) and I was dreading giving a chemistry test, I did not prepare. In my mind, one thing was constantly looping in my head.

The scenario of the chemistry teacher coming in, and taking the test, and the next day I get it handed back with a big fat zero.

But then I stopped and wondered, having already known about the consciousness theory, so according to it:

"I am constantly letting this thought run in my mind, and constantly letting this reality dictate what happens next."

Basically, I realized what was about to happen next was indirectly in my control, but with my line of thinking, I was letting this reality control it directly.

I stopped, like actually stopped thinking.

And with a blank mind I thought.

"I won't have to take any test today."

And went around telling my classmates this with a confident tone.

The teacher came in, said we'll instead do some practicals in lab.

So the test got cancelled.

Going home, I got excited, i felt powerful.

I decided to apply this to shifting.

Before shifting, I took a nap during the day, (if you're tired your body insists on sleeping, so your mind will get hazy and you will start acting lazy towards your goal)

And after living how I normally would, before bedtime, I listened to some songs, and look at a Pinterest board which reminded me of my home reality.

My method and what happened next:

First phase of shifting:

When I laid down on the bed to start shifting, I first got comfy (for me, if I feel sleepy for some reason, I laid on my back, I can't fall asleep in that position, but if I think ill stay awake until I reach a "detached state" then I sleep on my side, it's comfortable)

I obviously wasn't checking the time, but I spent about 10 minutes getting relaxed, all I do to relax is:

a) look at the blackness (closed eyes, looks like starry skies) and try to believe I'm looking at the milky way.

b) think about my home reality, just faces of my loved ones, and nostalgia inducing images.

c) Affirm, but don't focus entirely on affirming, usually in the back of my mind I'm repeating "I have shifted to my home reality" "I have shifted my senses to my home reality" "I have stopped sensing the void reality" "I am smelling, tasting, feeling, hearing and seeing my home reality" no other fancy affirmations required. (Now that I think about it, you need to affirm NOW because this method has two phases, one where you are shifting, and one where you have shifted, and you are in the 3D, where you are occupying your DR self, their thoughts, and memories, and popular method usually only have one phase, either you are shifting, or have shifted. So my point is if you affirm later and you'll be affirming when you're supposed to be in your DR, and obviously, your DR self won't be spouting out affirmations about shifting to a random reality for no reason.)

During this time, you'll feel tingly all over. It's a good sign.

And you'll feel a certain detachment, like you aren't exactly here, you have no idea what position you're lying in, and where your feet are. (Please, for the love of God do not start counting your feet or get freaked out that you can't feel your leg, you'll come back to the void reality.)

So you can start the next phase.

Middle phase (optional):

To prepare for the next and last phase, you can do this to get ready, or don't (First read the third phase)

This is all about connection to your DR.

Think about memories from your DR, focus on the faces of your loved ones, the way you act, talk, your mannerisms in your DR, or you can simply say affirmations like these one:

My name is ___.

I work as a ___.

My age is ___.

Don't try to imagine vividly or anything, lightly touch upon the basic details of your DR, the construction and foundation of any reality and the person, who has existed there for their entire life.

(That's you!)

Phase three:

Take a sudden, abrupt stop from your stream of thoughts. (Yes intrusive thoughts will still pop up but don't give any importance to them) when you're in a blank state of mind, not longer than 30 seconds, you need to build up to the last step of your shifting method, and journey.

a) start imagining hearing the voices of your loved ones or just any voice, calling your DR name, your nicknames, with different tones. (For example, i heard my name in an angry tone from my father when he was scolding me, I heard my name followed by a laughter when my S/O teased me.)

OK, for me, I started feeling intense, groundshaking symptoms at this moment. Sudden flashing of lights, extreme feeling of floating, and ofcourse, feeling tingliness so much that it felt like pins and needle on my entire body. (I did ignore the symptoms)

b) plan the rest of your day in your DR, which you will be spending.

AGAIN, PLEASE DON'T SAY IT LIKE THIS.

❌️When I reach my DR ❌️ I will have to go to that eye specialist for that appointment.

Instead: (and the more you personalize it, the better)

Ughhh, I have to go to that appointment- this day will suck.

(Don't mind my example, that was the only thing I could think of at the moment)

c) in this reality, you are constantly thinking of something, your thoughts are definitely what constructs this reality, and your current thoughts are affecting your subconscious. (By this point, your subconscious is grounded in your DR, so don't worry about that bastard.)

Now, you're going to start thinking, thoughts which are going on in your DR self's mind, start with one sentence, with which you'll be able to start consciously thinking like your DR self.

And think in the style, tone, and mood of your DR self, and keep the thoughts strictly related to your DR.

Thats it, but what happens afterwards? And what happened to me?

So for me, I started feeling weird while I was thinking.

And I remember I thought this:

"Ugh, I don't want eggs for breakfast."

(I'm not saying this is the key to shifting, at this point, I had covered various topics, including, weather, my upcoming work assignment, and praised my S/O for a good 5 minutes.)

And I started panting, like suddenly I was trying to catch my breath, the room felt bright, so I opened my eyes, and well, I was in my home reality :)

I was delirious for a few second, my S/O was looking at me worriedly, but surprisingly, it didn't even take me a minute to adjust, it felt all so natural and I wasn't scared.

I didn't even feel emotional, at all, and didn't hug my S/O with tears in my eyes, I straight up asked to be served breakfast, incase anyone was wondering.

So that's it.

Although i have much to say, I'm tired of writing, but I'm more than willing to answer each and every one of your questions, although I only have 7 hours left till I permashift, I'll remain mostly active till then.

And no, I'm not rereading this to fix my grammar, so just ask if anything confused you.

Ask away.

I'm still not sure if this'll reach anyone or not.

TITLE : RANDOM BAKUGO BOYFRIEND TEXTS

CHARCTER : BAKUGO KATSUKI

CONTAINS : MAINLY SFW, PROFANITIES, MENTIONS PEGGING ONCE & MAKING OUT

BONUS ARYA : THIS IS VERY SELF INSERT >^< ME 'N MY EX USED TO TALK LIKE THIS (NO HE DIDN'T TEXT LIKE SUKI)

todoroki version | midoriya version

© DISCOGOJO '22 reblogs are appreciated, however do not repost or modify without my permission

Bitches be like ''i'm a bakugo kinnie'' and then sob like midoroya when someone says something slightly mean or loud and has a hernia when someone say something slightly problematic.

It's you tumblr. You're bitches

| Eri-chan

𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 hated winter.

he'd always catch a cold and he hated having a cold even more than he hated winter.

when he found himself coughing and sneezing on a what would have been fun saturday afternoon, bakugou katsuki almost threw his thermometer against the wall.

he'd gripped it so hard his knuckles grew white, "stupid thing dosen't know what it's talking about anyway" he'd muttered, walking away.

precisely three hours later, bakugou lay in bed, watching the clock tick slowly, the minute hand brushing past the 8:00 mark with a speed so slow he was afraid he'd grow mad.

bakugou shifted in his bed, annoyed and so very bored. his blanket was itchy and dug into his skin, not to mention his runny nose and sore throat.

bakugou groaned as a fresh wave of pounding took over his head.

he was about to pop another ibuprofen in his mouth when he realized the pounding was coming from his dorm room, not his head.

bakugou wanted to rip his hair out.

why can't people leave me alone for one goddamn day?

"what the hell do you want, extra?"

when he didn't hear a reply, bakugou's eyes flew open in anger as he stomped all the way to his dorm rooms door, yanking the handle open with such force it almost broke.

"what. the. HE-" he cut himself off when he realized who was standing at the door.

you. oh shit, you.

bakugou softened his glare, but he still narrowed his eyes, "what are you doing here?" he eyed the items nestled in your arms, "and what is that?"

you rolled your eyes, used to bakugou's stubbornness, "are you gonna let me in first?" you looked up at him through your lashes, your eyes narrowed.

"no" he huffed, but he moved aside nonetheless, his cheeks tinged with the slightest blush.

"that's what i thought," you said, a crooked grin hanging on your lips, as you pushed past him, throwing your scarf on his chair, your jacket on his table, and the items in your arms on his bed.

"go ahead and make yourself at home, it's not like i live here," he muttered, rolling his eyes.

you can make yourself at home for all i care.

you laughed, eyes twinkling with an emotion bakugou had yet to place, "you and your insatiable temper." shaking your head you picked up the can of soup you brought with you, dumping it's content in the nearest pan.

bakugou watched in curious silence from his bed, his eyes tracking your every move in his pint-sized kitchen.

why did you have such beautiful hair?

why did your eyes glow like the stars he often saw from his own bedroom?

why did his heart skip a beat every time he saw you?

"what are you even doing here," he scrunched his eyebrows in confusion. why were you in his kitchen, cooking him a meal, when you barely even noticed him during class? it's not like he was perfect boyfriend material. he didn't have perfect blue eyes, or a dazzling smile. hell, he didn't even have a good personality.

so why were you of all people, worrying about bakugou?

bakugou fell back on his bed as he closed his eyes, rubbing a tired hand over his equally tired face.

god, even when i close my eyes all i see is y/n.

y/n, y/n, y/n, y/n-

bakugou's eyes flew open when he felt a gentle hand rest on his forehead. he scrambled up, confusion flickering across his features for a brief moment. he didn't even hear you walk all the way over here.

"you're burning up katsuki, you need to lie down." you raised an expectant eyebrow, shoving the bowl of soup you just made into his hands, "and drink some soup."

katsuki? KATSUKI??

bakugou rolled his eyes, as he shoved your hand away. "again, i'm fine, i don't need to lie down, i just need you to take your stupid soup and leave."

stupid, stupid, stupid! how could you be so goddam stupid? don't tell her to leave you idiot!

he closed his eyes waiting for your footsteps to fade away as you left, leaving him alone just like every other person ever did, but instead he heard a sigh and the thud of a soup container being put down.

bakugou's breath hitched as you carefully pushed him back, bringing his blanket up to his shoulders and wrapping him in it. "bakugou, you need to shut your idiotic mouth for one day and get some rest." you placed the bowl of soup by his bedside. "even the best heroes need rest, and I'm not leaving until the future number one hero recovers from his cold."

y/n called me a hero.

you waited a few minutes, watching as bakugou shifted around his bed, your less-itchy blanket covering him from head to toe.

after making sure he was comfortable, you turned around grabbing your coat, your phone clutched in your hand ready to leave, when bakugou spoke up.

"will you be here when i, uh, wake up?"

you stopped in your tracks, a smile growing on your face.

you turned around, as you placed your coat back on his desk, "that depends, will you listen to me and actually get some rest?"

bakugou stared at you, something swirling in his eyes, and then nodded, "there's leftovers in the fridge." his voice sounded gruff and foreign to his own ears, but he'd be lying if he said he wasn't smiling under the mounds of blankets you dumped on him. he turned around, switching positions so you couldn't see him smile lighting up his face.

maybe, just maybe, he'd begin to like winter if it mean you'd fuss over him like this every time he caught a cold.

after all, bakugou would do anything for you.

even catch a cold.

i kinda hate this one ngl, its too un-proofread for me :(