Black Sapphire Cookie 💜

got inspired by the trailer

<3 masterlist sequel <3

pro gamer bf kinich who can’t even remember how he got recruited. his streams have the most basic layout. just a random box of his deadpan face at the side of the screen. not even saying shit 80% of the time and the only noises you’d hear from his live are the angry sounding clicking noise.

sightings of you at the background happen so often, fans make compilations and even post screenshots on twitter of you cuddling with a purring ajaw at your shared bed.

kinich, with his powerful resting bitch face, tolerates the loud cheers whenever he enters tourneys with his team. the only smiling face beside him is your supportive presence, along with mualani who excitedly invites everyone to a victory dinner.

during a bloodborne endurance stream, your bf who never struggles to keep his cool, was bursting with bubbling frustration which surprised his audience.

you, not knowing any better and assumed he wasn’t live, began consoling his hunched form while petting his hair. unaware to the speedy way his chat is spamming at the unexpected way kinich nuzzles into your stomach. some would even say he whined.

the team loves dragging his ass for that, they never fail to mention how soft he is whenever it comes to you.

during a backstage interview after another seasonal victory, he almost jumps on sethos who had the courage to tease and expose him to the interviewer. mualani starts recording the scene so that she could send it to you while xiao and ga-ming watch from the side, the youngest occasionally trying to mediate the situation.

you only found out about the whole ordeal through twitter, asking him about it while kinich grumbles into your shoulder.

sigh. monotone and deadpan streamer kinich w a feral fandom who eats up his interactions with his s/o

HEY me again 😖 i loved the last request so why not another one 👀

Can we possibly do bakugo, kirishima, denki, or even monoma (i cant choose just one boy rn-) x reader who has a really dangerously strong fire quirk??

So basically like endevour or toya/dabi but more stronger, dangerous and uncontrollable, some background reader had a brother but when she got her quirk she almost disintegrated her brother (idk like her brother is deku?) and every time she uses her quirk she basically gets small burns.

But one day she gets upser at something random like idk a sad video of a cat… ik that gets me. But anyway, she gets sad from something and her quirk goes crazy and she nearly burns the dorms down by accident and has a really nasty burn, and it’s basically the bois trying to calm her down because the sad video reminded her of her shitty childhood????

I tried to make sense of it 😭 sounds better in my head… pls eat and drink, dont forget to brush ur hair/teeth, and shower and to sleeeep!!!

BAIII

-Monty

BURN, BABY, BURN!

FEATURING Denki Kaminari x Reader, Katsuki Bakugo x Reader, Ejiro Kirishima x Reader, and Neito Monoma x Reader (individual)

SUMMARY How the boys react to a reader with a fire quirk losing control.

CONTENT WARNINGS Fluff!!! Slight angst, Bakugo being Bakugo, Kirishima calls the reader sunshine ^.^, Monoma (yes, he's a warning), losing control of a quirk, mentions of burns/injury

AUTHORS NOTE @montybooks!!! Babe, you are back at it again with another awesome request! Seeing this in my inbox brought me out of my schoolwork induced zombie-like trance state for just long enough to write this. And as a thank you for returning, I decided why write for one, when I could write for them all ;) hope you enjoy!!!

⚡ Kaminari Denki

Denki is used to powerful quirks. Bakugo’s explosions? Shoto’s fire? Yeah, whatever. But this? The way the air warps from the sheer heat of your flames, how the floorboards crackle and blacken beneath your feet—this is something else entirely.

The moment he sees you trembling, sees the panic in your eyes, he moves—instinctively, without hesitation.

“Babe—babe, look at me!” His voice shakes, but he forces himself to grin because he knows you need something to ground you.

The fire is licking at his skin, his uniform singing at the edges, but he doesn’t care. You’re upset, and that’s all that matters.

When the fire finally dies down, leaving the room scorched, smoky, and silent, he barely gets a second to breathe before he sees the burns crawling up your arms.

“Shit—okay, okay, don’t freak out—wait, no, you can freak out, but like, not too much, ‘cause I seriously don’t wanna die right now—”

He immediately starts cracking jokes to try and lighten the mood, even as he carefully helps you to the floor. “Y’know, next time you wanna cuddle, babe, maybe don’t turn the dorms into a volcano?”

His usual joking tone falters when he sees your expression. Your hands are shaking, and you look…scared.

So, he pulls you in, wraps his arms around you despite the heat still radiating off you. His chin rests on your shoulder, his voice soft, steady.

“I don’t care how strong your quirk is. I don’t care if you turn this whole school to ash. You’re still my girl, and I’m not going anywhere.”

He kisses your temple, his usual goofiness gone, replaced with something deeper, something more real.

“Now, let’s get some ice on those burns before you roast me alive, yeah?”

🧨 Bakugo Katsuki

Bakugo knows power. He respects power. And your quirk? It’s terrifying.

But he doesn’t flinch when the fire erupts. He doesn’t run. He runs toward you.

“Oi! Snap out of it!” His voice is commanding, cutting through the crackling flames.

The air is boiling, smoke stinging his eyes, but he doesn’t stop. He pushes forward, grabbing your wrist despite the heat scorching his skin.

Your eyes snap to his, wide, filled with fear. His grip tightens. “You control this, dumbass. Not the other way around.”

When the fire finally fades, he catches you before you can collapse. His arms are strong, steady, unwavering.

His heart drops when he sees the burn on your skin. He clenches his jaw so hard it aches.

“You’re gonna be fine,” he mutters, more to himself than to you, like he’s trying to will it into existence.

He sees the way you’re avoiding his gaze, and something in him snaps.

“Tch. Dumbass, you think I’m scared of some flames? I make explosions for a living!” He growls, but his hands are gentle when they grab your face.

He forces you to look at him, his crimson eyes blazing with something fierce. “You think this changes anything? You think this makes me wanna run?”

He cups your face, thumb grazing the edge of a burn. “Not a damn chance.”

That night, he doesn’t leave your side. He keeps his hands on you—a grounding presence, a reminder that he’s here.

🪨 Kirishima Eijiro

The second he sees the fire consume the room, he doesn’t think—he just acts.

He hardens his body, pushing through the inferno, ignoring the embers scorching his arms. He refuses to leave you alone in this.

“Sunshine!” His voice is loud, steady, unshakable. He grins through the heat, his hands reaching for you.

“I gotcha, sunshine—I’m right here!” His voice is loud, steady, reassuring. He doesn’t flinch, not even when the flames lick at his skin.

When you collapse, he catches you immediately, holding you tightly against his chest. His hands shake as he sees the raw burn on your skin.

His heart aches because he knows—he knows how much this hurts you, not just physically, but emotionally.

His hands are gentle as he cradles you against his chest, his forehead pressed to yours.

“You’re okay. You’re okay.” He repeats it like a mantra, as if saying it enough will make it true.

“I don’t care how dangerous it is—I’m staying. No way in hell am I leaving you alone right now.”

Later, as he helps wrap your burns, his voice softens. “You’re not dangerous to me. Never have been, never will be.”

He kisses your scorched knuckles, eyes filled with something unwavering, unbreakable.

“You’re strong, babe. Stronger than this. And I’ll remind you every damn day if I have to.”

🎭 Monoma Neito

“Oh, wonderful. The dorms are on fire. Again.”

His sarcasm doesn’t hide the way he rushes toward you, even as the flames lash out, searing the air.

“Honestly, what do they teach you in training? How to annihilate everything in a ten-mile radius?” His voice is sharp, mocking.

The moment he sees you clutching your head, shaking, something in him twists.

His expression shifts. He’s still smirking, still snide, but there’s a different kind of sharpness now—focused, calculating.

“You’re not going to burn me.” He says it like it’s a fact, like he’s daring you to prove him wrong.

He steps closer—slow, deliberate. The heat is unbearable, his skin screams, but he refuses to flinch.

“Tch. Look at you,” he sighs, stepping closer, ignoring the flames curling around his uniform. “Terrifying, destructive—you’re lucky I like dangerous women.”

“You’re so dramatic, you know that?” His voice is steady, unwavering. “What, are you going to cry next? Maybe throw in some evil laughter? Go full villain for me?”

The flames pulse, waver. His eyes narrow.

Got you.

He doesn’t hesitate when he sees the burns on your arms. His jaw tightens, his hands clenching at his sides.

He doesn’t let go. He keeps you close, pressed against him, even as he grumbles.

“Look at you,” he tuts, running a careful hand over your singed hair. “An absolute disaster, as usual.”

But his touch is gentle, precise. He takes your wrists, assessing the burns with an intensity that makes your breath hitch.

“And now I have to deal with the consequences of your recklessness.” A dramatic sigh. “Truly, my suffering knows no end.”

But then—his fingers graze yours, barely a touch. His voice drops.

“You’re okay.” It’s not a question. It’s a statement. A demand.

When you don’t respond, he taps your forehead lightly—just enough to snap you out of it. “Hey. Did you hear me?”

His usual smirk is gone. His gaze is piercing, serious.

“You’re okay,” he says again, softer this time.

That night, he doesn’t let you hide away. No sulking, no brooding. Not on his watch.

He sits beside you, cross-legged on your bed, arms folded, smirking like he owns the place.

“You’re not going to wallow,” he declares. “Because if you do, I’ll be forced to drag you out of your own self-loathing.”

A pause. Then, a mock gasp. “Wait, is that what this is? Are you sad because you think I’m scared of you?”

He leans in, grinning, voice dropping to a low murmur.

He whispers, his breath warm against your ear, “If I was scared of you, I wouldn’t be here.”

His fingers brush yours, his touch featherlight, teasing. “So stop being so dramatic and let me take care of you.”

And just like that, the smirk softens. The teasing fades, just a little.

“You’re strong,” he mutters, almost to himself. “You’re…you.”

His lips press against your scorched knuckles. It’s barely a kiss, just the lightest ghost of warmth.

“And I like you exactly the way you are.”

"Oh, and next time, give me a little warning before you try to burn the school down, hmm?”

“I didn’t shave—“

“I do not…give a fuck. Open your legs.”

You and Bakugo have this argument at least once a month. You only need to wax your little lady once a month after your period , and it’s about that time to do so but you have 2 problems;

Your appointment isn’t until 2 more days, and you have a boyfriend that has been waiting a full week to eat you out.

“‘Suki I told you I hate—-“

“Why do you give a fuck about that? It’s HAIR.”

“I FEEL DIRTY.”

“You just took an everything shower.”

Bakugo NEVER understood the point of shaving your pussy anyway. He genuinely does not care whether there is hair or not on it, and after having an irritating crave to eat your pussy he definitely couldn’t care less.

“It’s a bush.”

“I don’t—- y/n the area I wanna suck—“

“Don’t be a pervert.”

He deadpanned at you, the Blondie also never cared for how blunt he was with his dirty words. Just two weeks ago you and him were eating cereal when he just casually spoke, “When I get home tonight I wanna eat your pussy against the door like I did last night.” As he gets up to clean his bowl.

No emotion

And no care.

He’s a damn savage.

“Your clit don’t have hair on it it’s just the lips.”

“OMY fucking—“

“Please.”

You blink, “what…”

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Bakugo groans loudly and lays his head on your shoulder. And bites it, “OW!” The main reason why Bakugo haven’t let up is because you and him established a strict safe word rule. He knows he can be pushy with things he wants but he’d never want to make you uncomfortable about it. If you GENUINELY don’t want him to all you have to say is “TNT” and he’ll drop it no questions asked. And never bring it up again.

But here you are, contemplating.

Your thoughts get broken by a soft kiss on your jaw, his scarred warm palms lifting your his shirt , playfully tapping his fingers on your clothed panties, “I heard you playing with yourself in the shower.”

You freeze, feeling his devious smirk against your cheek, his natural scent and musk clouding your mind as he keeps kissing you, rubbing on your body, “You want it as bad as I do. I fucking know you do.”

“Remember last time?”

He had your knees to your ears last time, ass hanging off the edge of the bed as he spit, licked, and sucked all inside and on your pussy. His fluffy hair tickling your inner thighs, his thumbs pressing into your skin so deep you could just barely grind against his mouth. Bakugo was always a nasty ass eater to the point you were embarrassed just watching him.

His ring and middle finger swirling circles on your clit as his tongue filled your aching tight hole, the way he stops for a moment to kiss the soft little nub , nearly making out with it making you roll your eyes because his pillowy wet lips felt soooooo good against you.

You remembered how he’d slap your ass a few times when you looked away for too long or covered your mouth, you swore he’d heat up his hands slightly just to do so.

You remembered how he’d hold your ankles up and he licked stripes against your pussy and his tongue teasing your other hole.

You remembered how he’d swished his head back and fourth while his lips captured your clit and tugged on it. Sending you over the edge while he sucked and groaned. Two fingers pumping inside you.

“You remember, huh.” His raspy voice against your ear, already teasing his fingers inside you panties, “You came so much you passed out right after.”

The more he spoke to distract you the further he got, eventually laying you down on his huge couch, to pulling off your panties, to opening you legs, to kissing each thigh, and down to repeating his exact actions from last time.

And no he did NOT care about the hair.

❤︎ megumi fushiguro boyfriend aesthetic ~

everyone else has gone, leaving you and bakugou the only ones left waiting on the benches. it’s freezing outside, your breath making white puffs in the air. you giggle under your breath, trying to blow them into shapes. 

bakugou glances irritatedly at you. “quit it.”

you look over, eyes wide. “huh?”

“quit doing that, dumbass.”

“why?”

“because you’re wasting breath and making yourself colder!”

you shrug, clenching your teeth to stop the chattering. “‘m not cold.”

katsuki makes a cutting smirk at you. “think i can’t see ya shivering over there?”

you cross your arms to calm the tremors in your body. “it’s fine.”

“god, you’re stubborn. i hate it.”

you smile wryly at him. “you love it.”

at this, he scowls. “i love nothing, least of all you.”

you laugh softly. “whatever you say, ‘suki.”

you rub your hands together rapidly to try and warm them up, blowing warm air on them. you repeat the process a couple times until they start to warm, but it’s nowhere near enough. 

bakugou rolls his eyes and with a rather annoyed groan, reaches over and snatches up your hands, holding them tight in his own. 

you whip your head around to look at him, dumbstruck. he refuses to meet your eyes, staring angrily ahead and rubbing your hands. 

“had to warm ‘em up,” he huffs, but you don't miss the pink tint of his cheeks (that probably isn’t from the cold). “can’t let ya sit in the cold, alright? besides, that noise was pissing me off.”

dividers by @/anitalenia — masterlists — i haven’t written in a hot minute so have this while i work on the finale of tsop <33

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ valentines day .𖥔 ݁ ˖

☘︎ . . . genre. fluff

☘︎ . . . pairings. bakugou x reader

yn and bakugou exchanges gifts on valentines day.

It was Valentine’s Day, and the air was thick with the scent of roses and overpriced chocolates. Couples strolled hand in hand down the city streets, hearts plastered on every storefront window. YN couldn’t help but smile at the festive atmosphere as they made their way to Bakugou Katsuki’s apartment, a small gift bag swinging at their side.

Most people wouldn’t peg Bakugou as the Valentine’s Day type. He was loud, brash, and had zero tolerance for anything remotely sappy. But YN had learned that, beneath the explosions and insults, there was a thoughtful, fiercely protective side to him that made their heart race.

Reaching his door, YN knocked twice before hearing heavy footsteps approach. The door swung open to reveal Bakugou, dressed in a black t-shirt and sweatpants, his usual scowl in place.

“You’re early,” he grunted, stepping aside to let them in.

“Happy Valentine’s Day to you too, Katsuki,” YN teased, placing a quick kiss on his cheek as they entered.

“Tch. Whatever,” he muttered, though the faint blush creeping up his neck didn’t go unnoticed.

YN set the gift bag on the coffee table. “I got you something.”

Bakugou’s eyes flicked to the bag, and he crossed his arms. “You didn’t have to get me crap for this stupid holiday.”

YN laughed. “I know. But I wanted to. And you better not complain because I know you got me something too.”

He stiffened, eyes narrowing. “How the hell did you—”

“You’re not as sneaky as you think, Katsuki. I saw the shopping bag you tried to hide last week.”

“Dammit,” he muttered, but there was a hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. “Fine. Wait here.”

He disappeared into his room, returning a moment later with a small, neatly wrapped box. He thrust it toward YN, avoiding their eyes.

“Here. Don’t make a big deal outta it.”

YN’s eyes sparkled as they carefully unwrapped the box. Inside was a silver bracelet with a simple but elegant design. Their breath hitched. “Katsuki, this is beautiful.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, clearly uncomfortable. “Yeah, well… you said your other one broke, so…”

YN’s chest swelled with warmth. “Thank you.” They slipped it on, admiring how perfectly it fit. “I love it.”

Bakugou’s gaze softened for a fleeting moment before he cleared his throat. “So, what’s in the bag?”

“Open it and see.”

He pulled out a sleek black box and lifted the lid, revealing a set of high-quality cooking knives. His eyes widened in surprise.

“These are…”

“Professional-grade knives,” YN grinned. “I know you’ve been complaining about your old ones getting dull.”

A rare, genuine smile curved Bakugou’s lips. “Damn right I was. These are perfect.”

YN beamed. “I’m glad you like them.”

Bakugou set the knives down and pulled YN into a rough but heartfelt hug. “Thanks, dumbass.”

YN laughed against his chest. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Katsuki.”

He pressed a quick kiss to their temple, his voice low and gruff. “Yeah, yeah. Happy Valentine’s or whatever.”

And though Bakugou would never admit it out loud, this was the best Valentine’s Day he’d ever had.

hi! may i request a scenario where bakugo is helping his s/o with homework, and he keeps yelling at her for not focusing, and she gets really self conscious/upset bc she has ADHD and can’t help getting distracted? maybe he feels bad after and the next day he brings her to his room to help her again and does it much more softly, and cooks up her favorite meal as an apology for yelling at her before? thank you!! (*´꒳`*)

a/n: hi love! of course!! i apologize if i get some things wrong, please feel free to correct me, i used google for a little bit of help with getting things accurate!

summary: during a study session with bakugou, he gets onto you for losing focus, but he eventually finds out that you have ADHD and he comes up to you to apologize.

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, fluff, a smidge of angst

wordcount: 1.4k

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“Can you please focus? You’re not going to learn anything if you keep spacing out.” Bakugou groaned, continuing to scribble down notes into his notebook neatly. 

You were trying to focus. Keyword, trying. Little things kept earning your focus, like the sound the clock was making, the small ticking noise happening every second. 

You wiggled your pencil between your fingers, anxiously re-reading over the question. You’d read it a thousand times it seemed. It was getting any easier to understand.

You were bored and Bakugou yelling at you wasn’t helping.

“Yeah, sorry.” You said quietly, trying to ignore the urge to yell at him back. You couldn’t help that you were losing focus. Maybe if this history worksheet was a bit less wordy it’d be okay.

But before you could re-read the question for the thousandth and second time, you took interest in Bakugou’s collection of All Might figures, which you had been sworn to secrecy about.

Bakugou’s eye twitched as he noticed your head moved and your eyes moved away from the paper. He let out a low growl and slammed his hands onto the table.

“Pay attention! It’s not that hard!” Bakugou was losing his patience with you. Everything was fine until it came to your study sessions. He’d never been this angry with you before. But you were just wasting his time if you weren’t going to pay attention.

Your head snapped back to Bakugou, a feeling of guilt washing over you.

“What did you get for number five.” Bakugou asked monotonously.

“Uh…” You looked down at your paper. On the thousandth and third time, it seemed to click.

“Oh well, it’s obvious the guy was a controlling leader so his people killed him.” You answered, a small feeling of relief washing over you. Bakugou sighed and accepted your short response.

“Was that so hard?” Bakugou mumbled. You looked down at your lap and began moving your leg. Sitting criss-cross, your right leg was now moving up and down.

You went back to wiggling your pencil and reading the next question.

You got lost in your train of thought to the point you didn’t hear Bakugou yelling at you again.

“Focus!” Bakugou slammed his hands down on the table again. But this was enough to make you snap out of it and bring tears to your eyes.

“I-I’m sorry.” You apologized. Bakugou softened slightly when he noticed a tear roll down your cheek.

“I’m sorry I can’t fucking help I can’t focus.” You groaned, grabbing your things and standing up.

“Hey wait-”

“No. Go spend your time with someone useful who can pay attention.” You slammed his door on your way out.

You made it back to your dorm and sat on your bed. You’d struggled with ADHD for as long as you could remember. Focusing in school was hard, paying attention was hard. You’d even gotten in trouble for trying to control your fidgeting.

You’d always end up moving a leg, or a pencil in your fingers. But hearing all that stuff from Bakugou, the guy you liked, your boyfriend.

It hurt on a whole other level.

- - -

“How’d your study session with (y/n) go?” Kaminari asked, devouring another bite of his food.

“She kept losing focus. It was annoying.” Bakugou left out the fact that he’d made you upset. He didn’t think it was really anyone’s business what happened between you and him behind closed doors.

Especially not Kaminari.

“Oh dude, that’s a little harsh don’t ya think?” Kirishima chimed in. Bakugou raised his eyebrow and rolled his eyes.

“What was I supposed to do?!” Bakugou groaned.

“Did you yell at her for not paying attention?” Mina asked, worry filling on the rest of the Bakusquad’s faces.

“Yeah? I’m not gonna waste my time for her to just sit and stare at walls and shit.” Bakugou was getting fed up with all these questions.

“Bro.” Sero looked upset.

“That’s a little messed up.” Kaminari added. Bakugou was now utterly confused.

“What am I missing!?” Bakugou raised his voice. He felt tense. Something wasn’t right.

“She has ADHD dude.” Kaminari spoke.

Bakugou’s face drained of color.

He’d royally screwed up.

“Don’t tell me you-”

“I didn’t know.” Bakugou mumbled.

“You owe her an apology.” Mina stated, going into mom mode. Bakugou nodded and shoved his hands in his pockets, his appetite had disappeared.

“It’ll be alright, you didn’t know, but you still talk to her about it, and apologize.”

“Yeah, you messed up big time bro.”

“Sero!”

“Sorry.”

- - -

Bakugou knocked on the door to your dorm. When it pulled back and he saw you, he engulfed you in a hug.

“I’m sorry.” Bakugou apologized. You were confused, but eventually, you connected the dots and assumed he was apologizing for before, during your study session.

“It’s fine-”

“It’s not. Even though I didn’t know, I shouldn’t have raised my voice at you like that. I hate seeing you cry.” Bakugou said softly. This side of him was rare. You’d only ever seen him like this once before.

“I thought you knew, I figured Kaminari would’ve told you as soon as he figured it out.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Bakugou asked. You didn’t have an answer to that. It never crossed your mind, especially since Kaminari had found out pretty early on, it made sense that Kami would have told Bakugou.

“I assumed Kaminari would’ve told you, he found out pretty early on, like the second week of school. You wouldn’t even look at me then.” You laughed.

Bakugou remembered. He wouldn’t even talk to you, let alone be caught looking at you. Until the two of you got paired up for a project and Bakugou fell head over heels for you.

“Let me make it up to you. We can study again tomorrow, and-”

“Okay.” You agreed. You didn’t let him finish, instead, you pulled him in for a kiss.

- - -

When you got to your study session with Bakugou, he had prepared your favorite food. You smiled and didn’t hesitate in taking a bite of the yummy food.

“Did you make this?” You questioned, your eyes filled with joy.

“Yeah. I had stupid IcyHot help me with the recipe. It’s his sister’s.” Bakugou grumbled. You giggled and raised a piece for Bakugou to try.

“Are you feeding me?” Bakugou asked. You nodded. He opened his mouth a tried a bite.

It was good. Bakugou was proud of himself. He assumed you must be really happy about it too.

“Alright let’s get this done!” You said happily.

You and Bakugou began your session. Bakugou paid close attention to you, making sure you were staying on track. 

You began to lose focus again. You could feel his eyes on you.

“We can take a break if you need too.” Bakugou said calmly. You looked up, a small smile on your lips.

“O-Okay.” You blushed. He was being nicer. Bakugou and you stood up, taking a quick break to stretch and get a sip of water. You sat back down, this time beside Bakugou instead of in front of him.

“Changing up on me now?” He chuckled. You smiled and looked at his worksheet before your own.

“Okay let’s read this passage. You start and I’ll finish.” Bakugou awaited your response. You gave him a nod and began reading the long passage for your literature class.

About halfway through you could feel yourself beginning to fidget. Bakugou’s thumb rubbed your leg, tracing small shaped into the fabric of your pants. While you still fidgeted, you felt at ease, calm.

You stopped after the sixth paragraph, allowing Bakugou to take over. Listening to Bakugou read was nice. His voice sounded good, and it was funny when he pronounced big words wrong. 

“It’s pronounced-”

“Are you listening to me reading or how I’m saying words?” Bakugou raised an eyebrow.

“Both…” You blushed. Bakugou leaned in and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“We’re almost done and then we can watch a movie.” Bakugou whispered in your ear.

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The study session was over before you knew it. And as Bakugou had said, the two of you watched a movie in his room, cuddled up beside each other on his bed.

You snuggled under his All Might blanket, the one you had gotten him for Christmas that he loved but would never admit.

“I love you.” You said softly. Bakugou smiled, unbeknownst to you.

“I love you too, you nerd.”

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HIII I love ur smaus and the way you write the characters are just ,,,,,jdjdjdjjs anwyas,, could u mayhaps pls do a Bakugou x romantically oblivious reader?? I just think the dynamic would be hilarious LOLL !! ty and hope u have a great day/night!! :)) <33

wait, are you flirting? | k. bakugo

bakugo is very obviously into you. you think he's just a strangely intense friend.

denial is bakugou’s favorite pastime.

for weeks now, his friends have bothered him about spilling the details about what you were to him. they wanna know why he’d been walking you to every one of your classes, or why you wore his hoodies around the dorms. and what was up with bakugou leaving your dorm so late last night?

and of course, in natural bakugou fashion, he pivots. “we’re just friends, dumbasses.” now they knew something was definitely up because when has katsuki bakugou, mister calls everyone “extras”, ever referred to someone as a friend? the thing is, when he says you guys are just friends, it’s whatever. but when you say it, suddenly it’s the end of the world.

“dunno why you even care. we’re just-“ 

“finish that sentence. i dare you.” his jaw flexes as his piercing ruby eyes bore into your surprised ones.

best believe he stopped playing around and asked you out officially.

and i've been meaning to tell you

bakugo x fem!reader

You've liked Bakugo for a while now, but haven't had the courage to confess. All your friends know about your crush on him and have tried to help before but nothings ever felt right.

Midoriya especially tried to help and give you encouragement whenever you were feeling down about your infatuation. He would watch how you'd pine over Bakugo, in class, during training, and especially during lunch. He could fill his whole journal with how much you gush over him.

During one of your guys most recent hangouts, you both spending the weekend together at the mall. While stopping to eat at the food court, he once again listened as you talked about his childhood friend.

Tired of seeing you obsess over and doing nothing to try and talk to him, he decided take the situation in his own hands and make you confess.

"Pretend we're on a date" Midoriya states out of nowhere.

"Excuse me" you say dropping a fry.

"You and me, in this food court, we're on a date."

"Listen dude, you a great guy but-" you said trying to let him down that you don't like him like that.

"Not like that!" he yells interrupting you.

"Okay geez! why am I on a date with you"

"Not with me, with Bakugo"

"Oh your engaging in my delusions, you're so supportive" you laugh thinking he's joking.

"No, I want you to practice talking as if I was Bakugo. You've been pining over him the whole year and it's time you try and do something " He says straight faced.

"You know this is never going to end up going anywhere right, I mean I can barely talk to Bakugo much less say how I feel."

"I don't care, I just want you to try. Say everything you want to say to him." Midoriya says with sympathy in his tone.

You can't believe you were gouging to pretend that you were on a date with Bakugo, talk about hitting rock bottom. Midoriya grabs you hand and waits for you to be ready, your hands getting sweaty just from the thought of it being Bakugo.

You take a deep breath, already knowing what you were going to say. Modoriya smiled waiting for you to start, hoping this would help you try and do the real thing.

"Bakugo I've liked you for a while, ever since Aizawa's fitness test. Your strong will, confidence, and determination to be number one made me admire you, and I know we don't talk and you probably don't even remember my name but, will you go out with me." You said all this shaking as you imagine it was him you were giving your heart too.

You look up, breaking the illusion as you met eyes with Midoriya. "See that wasn't so bad!" he cheers going back to eating. "Now all you need to do is repeat this tomorrow at school." You felt better getting everything off your chest, starting to think on the bright side. "You know what, if I have an opportunity alone with him I'll do it." You promised, hoping all goes well if you get the chance. Continuing your shopping trip with a new surge of confidence, trusting your dear friend that this will all go well.

~~~

"Will you go out with me"

Those six words Bakugo heard come out of your mouth as you sit with Midoriya, his hand in yours as he smiles at you.

He didn't even think twice before crushing the gift he just bought from a boutique he overheard you talking about before. Hoping to gift it to you when he decided to confess, but that was for nothing now that he heard you confess to Deku.

Of course it was him, you both were practically glued at the hip since starting at U.A. But all his friends told him to go for it, saying you guys were just friends.

He even convinced himself that nothing was going on, with the way he caught you staring sometimes, overhearing both of your friends talk about you and him, shipping you guys. He'd hold back a smile as he heard it, imagining you both together, but that was all a lie.

Seeing you and Deku with his own eyes, made him realize that it was never him, you had feelings for the kid who followed him all through out his childhood, not him.

Throwing the gift bag in the trash, he stormed out of the shopping mall, facing the fact that you were never his.

~~~

Your legs shaking as you stood up when the lunch bell rang, turning to look at Midoriya giving you a thumbs up.

Walking towards Bakugo as he put away his supplies, you gathered the courage to look up at him and ask, "Hey Bakugo, I was wondering if I could talk to you." your hands shaking with nerves.

He looks down at you, his expression blank before glancing at something behind you, his face quickly shifting into a glare back down at you.

"Did your little boyfriend send you to break the big new thinking I'd care." he said with fake sarcasm.

"What boy-"

"Save it, I don't need him sending you to tell me something as irrelevant as his dumb relationship status with you."

"Talk to me when something is actually worthy of my attention, better yet don't talk to me at all." he said shoving Midoriya's shoulder as he stormed off.

You were left there dumbfounded, the boy you've been obsessed over just blew you off and told you never to speak to him. Not even getting the chance to confess.

With tears in your eyes, you rush to grab your things and leave, heading to the bathrooms so no one could see you cry.

Midoriya witnessing the whole thing, chases after Bakugo, hoping to understand what just happened.

He catches up to Bakugo as he tries to storm off to lunch, grabbing his shoulder and stopping him.

"Who- oh"

"What do you want Deku, want to show off that you're dating her now."

"What are you talking about?"

"Me and her were never dating, she finally built up the confidence to ask you on a date and you just blow her off."

"Now what are you talking about, I saw you at the mall together and she asked you out."

"That was fake! She was practicing with me for you!" He shouts

Midoriya can see the dread hit Bakugo as he realizes what's happened. Not waiting for him to continue talking Bakugo rushes off to find you.

Hearing sniffling coming from the bathroom, he rapidly knocks on the door."

"Hey! Come out I need to talk to you." He says hoping you'd hear over the loud sniffles.

"Why, I thought you didn't want me to talk to you ever again." You say voice shaking from all the crying.

"It was a misunderstanding okay, I was mad because I thought you were dating Deku."

"Why would you ever think I was dating Midoriya." You cry out.

"I saw you asking him out at the mall and thought you liked him, not me."

"Will you come out so I can see you face to face." Bakugo pleads.

You finally open the door, cracking it as you peak behind it. "What do you mean not you?"

"I thought you liked me and was going to ask you out, until I saw you with him."

"You were going to ask me out?" You said opening the door a little bit wider.

"Yeah I was, now can you come out so I can still do it."

Finally you step out from the bathroom, standing in front of him, eyes and nose red from crying. Bakugo thinking you still look beautiful.

"Now will you stop crying go out with me"

"Yes" you say smiling up at him.

Bakugo couldn't help but smile back as he wipes a stray tear from your cheek.

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Special request from my friend @cinnablu3