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Family man

Bakugo x reader

Tags: Pro hero Bakugo has two daughters, pure fluff, cuddling, kissing, request from anon

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If someone told you at 15 that you'd be married to Katsuki Bakugo, let alone have kids with him, you would have laughed in their face. But here you were, ten years later, standing in a house filled with love, noise, and two little firecrackers that looked just like him.

Katsuki had been away on a two-week mission, and even though you'd grown used to his job as the number two hero, the house always felt a little emptier without him.

The moment the front door opened. He yelled, “HEY, BRATS! COME GIVE YOUR DAD A HUG!”

From down the hallway came the sound of small, hurried footsteps, followed by a chorus of giggles. Two blonde-haired girls, carbon copies of their father with a hint of your softer features, ran at full speed towards the door.

“DADDY!” they squealed in unison, throwing themselves into his open arms.

Katsuki let out a deep laugh, scooping both five-year-olds up effortlessly. “I missed ya, shitheads.”

“Daddy!” one of them scolded through a fit of giggles. “We’re not shitheads! We’ve been good! Didn’t do ANYTHING naughty!”

“Yeah?” Katsuki raised a skeptical brow, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips. “That’s not what your momma said. Told me you two firecrackers were trying to blow up the backyard.”

Both girls gasped, their little faces lighting up with guilty smiles. They shared a glance before breaking into giggles.

“You got caught, huh?” Katsuki chuckled. He leaned in, lowering his voice like he was telling them a secret. “Listen up, you two little brats. I don’t care what kinda trouble you get into, so long as you don’t hurt each other or give your mom too much stress. Got it? If you’re gonna use that badass quirk you inherited from me, you better be doin’ it where she won’t lose her damn mind.”

“Got it, Daddy!” they chirped, nodding enthusiastically.

“That’s my girls,” he said with a smirk, pressing a quick kiss to each of their foreheads. “Love ya both, little shits.”

“Love you too, Daddy!” they echoed in unison.

Katsuki set them down, ruffling their messy blonde hair. “Alright, now where’s your mom? I’m gonna make out with her.”

“Ewwwwww!” Both girls scrunched their noses, erupting into laughter as they ran off down the hall, leaving Katsuki smirking in their wake.

After the girls ran off, Katsuki smirked to himself, shaking his head. “Little brats,” he muttered affectionately. He kicked off his boots and made his way to the kitchen, where he immediately spotted you standing at the sink.

You were doing the dishes, your back turned to him, completely unaware of his arrival thanks to the headphones over your ears. He noticed the slight bounce of your head to the music, and a grin tugged at his lips.

Moving quietly, he snuck up behind you, his footsteps surprisingly light for someone like him. Without warning, he wrapped his strong arms around your waist and pulled you against his chest.

You gasped softly, but the familiar warmth of him made you relax instantly.His face buried in the crook of your neck, his blonde hair tickling your skin. A smile spread across your lips as he slid one hand up to gently tug off your headphones.

“Hello, spouse,” you greeted with a playful giggle.

He groaned dramatically, lifting his head just enough to mutter, “That’s all you’ve got to say to me, wifey? I was gone for so long. Ugh, I hated that shit. Being away from you kills me.”

Before you could respond, Katsuki spun you around to face him, his arms sliding down to wrap tightly back around waist. You instinctively reached up to drape your arms around his neck, your palms pressing against his broad shoulders.

“I missed you, Katsuki,” you said softly, looking up into his crimson eyes.

“And?” He raised a brow, a teasing smirk forming. “You’re forgetting something, brat.”

You rolled your eyes dramatically, a grin tugging at your lips. “And I love you, my lord, my king, my glorious Dynamight god, whom I am so lucky to have borne your children and touch your godly body.”

He snorted, and before you could react, his fingers dug into your sides, tickling you mercilessly.

“Say it right, brat,” he growled playfully as you doubled over with laughter.

“Okay, okay!” you squealed between giggles, squirming in his grip. “I’m sorry! I missed you a lot, and I love you so much!”

Satisfied, Katsuki stopped tickling you and pulled you flush against him. Before you could catch your breath, he cupped your face and kissed you, the kiss rough and full of longing. You couldn’t help but giggle against his lips, which only made him kiss you harder.

When he finally pulled back, his crimson eyes softened as they locked with yours. “I missed you too, brat,” he murmured, pressing his forehead to yours. “I love you.”

Your smile widened, and you squeezed him tightly, soaking in the warmth and comfort of his return. “Welcome home, Katsuki.”

Katsuki leaned against the counter, still holding you close, his arms refusing to let you go just yet. “Did the girls behave while I was gone?” he asked, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

You chuckled, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. “Well, they’re your children, so I guess from that perspective... they could have been worse.”

Before Katsuki could respond, the sound of little feet pattering against the floor interrupted the moment. The girls ran into the kitchen, both looking up at you with matching grins.

“Hey! We were good!” one of them protested loudly, crossing her tiny arms in defiance.

You turned to them with an amused smile. “Girls, you put a hole the size of a crater in the backyard,” you said, giggling.

As you turned back to grab something from the sink, Katsuki caught their attention, mouthing silently to them: I’m so proud.

The twins beamed, barely containing their giggles.

“Hey, they’re your kids, Katsuki. But it’s okay—I love you both,” you said with a smile, bending down to their level to give them each a quick kiss on the forehead. “Now go play, alright? Don’t interrupt me and Daddy for a bit, because we haven’t seen each other in weeks, and we’re about to kiss and cuddle—”

“GROSS!” one of them shrieked, while the other let out a loud squeal before they both bolted out of the room.

Katsuki let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “They’re gonna be a handful when they’re older,” he muttered before turning his attention back to you.

Before you could reply, Katsuki suddenly bent down, grabbed you by the waist, and effortlessly flung you over his shoulder.

“Katsuki!” you squealed, laughing as he carried you into the living room.

“Shut it, woman,” he said with a smirk, giving you a playful swat on the backside as he plopped down on the couch. He adjusted you until you were straddling his lap, your knees resting on either side of his waist.

“I need kisses,” he declared, his crimson eyes burning with affection. “I need to be rejuvenated.”

You laughed softly, leaning down to press a series of small, playful kisses all over his face—you lifted his blonde hair that covered his forehead to cover it in kisses, you kissed his nose, his cheeks, and finally the corner of his lips.

He closed his eyes, letting out a low hum of contentment. “Missed your hands on me,” he murmured.

“I missed you too, my princess,” you teased, placing a gentle kiss on the side of his neck.

Katsuki scoffed, rolling his eyes even as a smirk tugged at his lips. “Don’t start, brat.”

You pulled back, sitting up slightly so you could look down at him, your hands resting against his chest. “What did you miss about me?” he asked, his voice softer now, though a teasing edge still lingered.

You hummed, trailing your fingertips under his shirt. “Well,” you began, “I missed your touch and your warmth…” Your hands glided up his abs and to his chest feeling the scar on the center of his chest beneath your palms before moving your hands to his pecs, pausing to rest on the defined muscles of his chest, “And I missed these.”

Katsuki snorted, his smirk widening. “Just a bag of meat to ya, huh?”

You leaned down, brushing your lips against his. “You’re my world,” you whispered softly.

For a moment, his teasing grin faltered, replaced by something softer. His arms tightened around you as he kissed you again, his lips rough but full of unspoken devotion.

Katsuki smirked at your words, his crimson eyes narrowing mischievously. “Wanna make another baby tonight?” he joked, his tone light.

You rolled your eyes, letting out a giggle as you traced lazy patterns on his chest. “No way,” you replied with a laugh. “I already have two tiny female carbon copies of you running around causing chaos. I think I’m good.”

His smirk widened. “Tch, you love those little brats, admit it.”

“I do,” you said, grinning. “But I’m not sure the world—or my sanity—could handle another one of you.”

“Fair point,” he muttered, leaning back against the couch with a low chuckle.

You paused for a moment, then glanced up at him with a teasing glint in your eye. “But… you know,” you began, your tone turning playful. “I wouldn’t mind taking part in the baby-making activity… as long as no babies are actually made.”

Katsuki’s eyebrows shot up, his smirk instantly turning wolfish. “Is that so?” he drawled, his voice dropping to a low rumble as his hands slid down to rest on your hips.

You giggled at his reaction, leaning down so your lips were barely brushing against his. “Mmhm,” you hummed, enjoying the way his gaze darkened.

Katsuki let out a growl of frustration, sitting up straight and gripping the back of your neck to bring your lips crashing down onto his. The kiss was heated and full of the longing that had built up over the past couple of weeks, and you couldn’t help but laugh softly against his lips.

Breaking the kiss for air, he rested his forehead against yours, his hands firmly on your waist. “You’re lucky I love you,” he muttered, his voice still low and gruff.

Your pull back and you reached for his scarred right arm, gently lifting it.

His crimson eyes softened as he watched you place tender kisses along his knuckles, your lips brushing over the rough skin. You held his hand delicately, like it was the most precious thing in the world, before pressing his palm against your cheek.

You closed your eyes, leaning into his touch. “I know, Katsuki,” you whispered, your voice full of warmth. “I know.”

For a moment, he was silent, staring at you as though you were the only thing grounding him. His fingers twitched against your cheek before he let his hand settle there, cupping your face like you were something he could never afford to lose.

“Tch,” he muttered under his breath, his voice gruff but filled with affection. “You’re such a sap.”

You opened your eyes, meeting his gaze with a playful smile. “And yet, you love me anyway.”

“Yeah,” he murmured, his tone softer now. “I do.”

You leaned forward, kissing him gently, pouring all your love into the moment. When you pulled away, Katsuki let out a low sigh and muttered, “Damn it, woman, you’re gonna make me soft.”

You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck and resting your forehead against his. “That’s okay,” you teased. “You can be soft for me.”

“Only for you , my wife.” he admitted quietly, pulling you closer until there wasn’t a single inch of space left between you.

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I love you / (Bakugou x GN! Reader) (Written)

And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like-

“I love you.”

The three words slipped from Bakugo’s lips before he could think.

Eight letters.

Three words.

One fucked up horrible shitty mistake. He should really try to salvage it, backtrack and explain himself or something right? That he didn’t just say “I love you.” That Katsuki was talking about the stars right? 

Right! 

He loved the stars. 

He loved the way they twinkled against a canvas of black - most if not all of them just ghosts, alive in your eyes, but in reality they were dead. Dwarf stars, neutron stars… black holes…  Stars who had burnt up all of their lives and disintegrated into a hollow shell.

Maybe he felt like a star. Bright and hot - but simultaneously small and dead at the same time. 

So maybe he was talking about how much he loved the stars.

Or maybe Katsuki was talking about how much he loved the look on your face when you stared up at them - oh how he wished that you would stare up at him with such fondness.

Maybe Katsuki was talking about how much he loved it when you would sleepily trudge into his room every night, claiming you couldn’t sleep and then join him at his balcony to stare up at the sky.

Maybe Katsuki was talking about how much he loved it when you ranted about your shared love for them.

Maybe Katsuki was talking about how much he loved it when he pretended not to know these things. Just so he could hear all of the information spilling from your lips.

‘Hey Katsuki. Did you know that…’

‘Hey I bet you don’t know this one but…’

‘Okay okay this one’s super interesting but did you know…’

Yes.

Yes he knew.

But please God, please tell him again.

It was like he could fall asleep to your voice, he was addicted to it - addicted to you.

Maybe he was in love with you.

Maybe…

“I love you?” 

You turned to look at him, confusion creasing your brows as he quickly looked up. Katsuki had to come clean, he couldn’t continue digging his grave like this.

“I… I love you.”

He whispered under his breath.

A sleepy smile spread across your lips, a small giggle escaping your lips. God the sound of your laugh was his most favourite thing.

Katsuki stared at the stars, flushing a brighter red when he felt your head drop onto his shoulder. Hesitantly he reached around to wrap his arm around your waist. “I love you.” You whispered back.

Katsuki felt his heart thrum in between his ribs.

A giddy smile tugged at his lips.

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WHAT???????

PLEASE TELL ME IT ISN'T THE LAST CHAPTER COUSE IF IT IS I'M GOINT TO CRY SO HARD FOR THE REST OF THE YEAR

“THIS IS THE STORY ABOUT HOW I BECAME THE WORLD’S GREATEST HERO”

I’m not emotionally ready, am I?

"WE'RE NOT DATING!"

synopsis: the 1a girls have a lot to say about you and katsuki's not-relationship.

a/n: hahahaha more pre-relationship just friends trope (do not tell me i do this trope too much it brings me joy) also a lot of people asked for a pt two to my unofficalbf!katsuki hcs and this isnt quiiiite that bc there's not a whole lotta interaction w katsuki but uhm its smth. i have more wips abt this tho so theres a LOTTT more where that came from!

"even if we don't talk about anything important, i want to force it to be about romance!" mina exclaimed as ochako floated off in embarrassment at being questioned about deku.

"oh! speaking of! how long have you and bakugo been dating, y/n?"

you froze. "huh?"

"i don't know how you handle him! you're so sweet and cute and he's all 'die! go to hell! i am the king explosion murder lord!' y'know?" she added.

"he's not really like that with her, though. he's always a lot quieter she's around. you can see the way his eyes soften." tsu commented thoughtfully.

they all stared at you expectantly, waiting for you to answer the question, and you could feel blood rushing to your cheeks. "uh.. katsuki and i.. aren't dating?"

a beat passed. then another.

"WHAT?!"

"no way! i thought you two were dating for sure! he's always holding your hand and grabbing at you and acting all soft with you! wait, i literally saw him carry you to his room! how are you not dating?" hagakure burst out.

"yeah! and during our movie night last week, you were laying your head on his shoulder and he had his arms around you!" mina chimed in. "we all just assumed you two were dating like a given! what do you mean, 'you're not dating?!'"

"i mean, we're not dating! we're close friends, sure, but katsuki's never, like, asked me to be his girlfriend or anything! we're just tight childhood friends, that's all! he probably thinks of me as a little sister with the way he looks out for me, or something." you explained, waving your hands in the air frantically.

"y/n, i love you, but you're being as stupid as kaminari! no boy, but especially not bakugo, would ever act like that with a girl he wasn't interested in." jirou sighed. "there really isn't such thing as 'platonic cuddling' or 'platonic handholding' between boys and girls."

"well, it's normal for kids, you know? and katsuki and i grew up together, so it just kinda stuck!" you said, making a noble attempt at justifying you and katsuki's we-are-definitely-not-just-friends behavior. they all looked at you unamused.

the girls continued to bombard you with questions, each one getting bolder than the last.

"seriously, though, y/n," mina said, her grin wide, "how do you keep it together around him? you two are always so… cozy."

"cozy?" you blinked, trying to avoid their intense stares. "what do you mean 'cozy'?"

"oh, come on," she teased, nudging you. "you hold hands, sit waaaay too close, and don’t even get me started on the whole ‘sleeping on and cuddling with him’ thing. also, i swear i saw him give you a kiss on the forehead!"

"i mean, that’s just how we are!" you said, exasperated. "we’ve been friends forever! it’s not a big deal!"

jirou raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. "i don’t know, y/n. most guys don’t carry their girl friends to their rooms when they’re tired."

you froze. the memories flashed in your mind, and you couldn’t help the nervous laugh that escaped your lips. "i told you, he was just being—"

"overprotective?" yaomomo interrupted, practically reading your mind. "yeah, that’s what we thought, too. but i don’t know, seems a little… extra for a friend."

you groaned, burying your face in your hands. “this is ridiculous. we’re not dating! he’s not like that with me.”

they all stared at you for a long moment, clearly unconvinced, when suddenly, the door to the room swung open.

katsuki stood in the doorway, his signature scowl immediately visible, with kirishima and kaminari not far behind. "..what the hell are you all looking like that at me for? you got a problem?"

the girls didn’t miss a beat. mina jumped up, eyes practically sparkling. "we were just discussing how you and a certain girl over here are totally a secret item!"

you froze. oh no.

katsuki's eyes widened then narrowed as he stared at her, his eyes a mixture of grumpiness and fluster. "the hell?" was all he said.

“you’re always carrying her, holding hands, and let’s not forget you cuddling with her sleeping on you during that movie last week. with how comfortable you guys were with it, i'll bet it was far from the first time you guys have done stuff like that, too! you two are practically made for each other!”

katsuki glared at her, his fists clenching. "i don’t give a shit what you idiots think." his voice was sharp, dismissive, and he turned his gaze toward you for a moment, his usual annoyance evident.

you let out a nervous laugh, relieved that he wasn’t actually acknowledging any of the weird feelings the group was pushing on you two.

the girls looked between you and katsuki, still skeptical, but he wasn’t having it. he gave a quick, sharp glare to the group before glancing back at you. you failed to see the way his sharp glare softened ever-so-slightly when he did so.

“you’re all so damn nosy,” he muttered, turning to leave. "get a life."

he marched off grumpily, kirishima and kaminari now excitedly talking to him about assumedly the same topic. he slammed the door in their faces, but they were quick to scramble after him.

you let out a sigh of relief once they left, but before you could even speak, mina burst into laughter. "there it is! classic bakugo. totally in denial!"

"totally!" ochako giggled.

"mhm!" hagakure agreed.

"ugh," you groaned, face in your hands. "please just drop it already!"

the girls kept their grins, but the teasing finally slowed down. "alright, alright," mina said with a wink. "we’ll let you off the hook for now."

you exhaled in relief as the group slowly started to branch off into different topics, the heat finally off of you. you excused yourself for some water so you could get some air, and began heading back to the dorm rooms.

to your surprise, katsuki was already waiting for you outside the common area. when he saw you, he gave you a gruff nod of acknowledgement.

"kats! i thought you were going to bed!" you chirped, unaware of how your demeanor instantly brightened when it was just the two of you.

"i am," was all he offered before grabbing your hand and dragging you to presumably his dorm room to cuddle and hangout.

as you rambled and chatted with katsuki, hand-in-hand, on your way to hang out in his dorm alone, the words of your friends came back to you, causing a pink hue to rise to your cheeks.

..yeah. you two were definitely not "just friends."

boyfriend of the year (?) | k. bakugo

texts from a relationship built on mutual annoyance, emotional damage, and sour gummies from 7/11

PLEASE DO BAKUGOU TRAINING TOGTHER AND THEY LIKE SHARE A MOMENT TOGTHER<, I LOVE YOUR WRITING SUKI!!

(っ◔◡◔)っ I just love how you bring his character to life and in the most canon way.

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You wiped the back of your neck with your towel, letting out a sigh as you gazed out at the wreckage of Gym Gamma. It wasn’t often that you found yourself pushing your limits alongside Bakugou, but when you did, it was always intense. But when he did it, it was just perfect...

"You done messing around?" Bakugou’s voice cut through the air, sharp and demanding as usual. He stood several yards away, his fists clenched at his sides, his expression hard as stone.

You chuckled, tossing your towel aside. "Maybe. I still have some energy left."

"Good," he grunted. "Let's see if you can keep up."

The two of you had been at it for hours, sparring and testing each other’s strengths. It was hard to deny how he pushed you to be better, even if his methods were… less than kind. But despite the yelling and the explosive bursts of energy, there was something about it that made you feel alive, something you couldn't quite explain.

You took a few steps forward, feeling the heat rise in your chest. You could tell he was getting agitated, his usual temper simmering beneath the surface. But this time, it was different. There was something in his gaze, a flicker of something… softer.

"Quit standing there like an idiot and move!" Bakugou snapped, his voice like a whip, urging you to action.

You smirked and lunged forward, your body moving with the fluidity of someone who had trained tirelessly. Bakugou didn’t give you any mercy, of course—he never did. His explosions erupted with reckless abandon, lighting up the air between you as you dodged and retaliated with your own quirks. The back and forth continued for what felt like an eternity. Both of you were covered in dirt and sweat, the remnants of battle lingering in the air. Which the sweat advantage was more for him.

Eventually, you managed to land a hit, a solid blow to his shoulder, and Bakugou faltered but continued to catch your arm before another hit landed. His eyes narrowed at you, a mix of admiration and frustration flashing across his face. "Tch, didn’t think you had it in you."

You smiled, feeling the adrenaline course through your veins. "Don’t underestimate me, Katsuki."

For a moment, there was silence between you two, broken only by the sound of your breathing and the somewhat shocked of you saying his name. The chaos of the training grounds seemed to fade away, and all that was left was the two of you. There was something strangely peaceful about the way he looked at you, even with his usual fire burning in his gaze.

Bakugou was never one to openly admit anything, but you could feel the shift in the air. You both stood there, catching your breath, eyes locked but you back up just a tad. There was a vulnerability in the way he held himself now, no longer the cocky, aggressive explosion of a person you often saw. Just him. Just you.

"You did good," he muttered, his voice quieter than usual. "Don't get used to it."

You felt your heart skip a beat at the unexpected compliment. "Thanks. Same to you."

He scoffed, turning his head away, but the faintest hint of a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. It was small, but it was enough. You both knew that moments like these didn’t need to be wrapped in words. The air was thick with unspoken understanding, something deeper than words could convey.

For once, the world around you didn’t matter. It was just you and Bakugou, in this moment of quiet intensity, where the only thing that mattered was the connection you shared. A bond forged through battles, through moments of anger and frustration, but also through mutual respect.

Bakugou let out a breath, breaking the silence. "You better be ready for next time. I’m not gonna go easy on you."

You raised an eyebrow, a grin creeping up on your face. "Thats what you said today too..."

Bakugou snapped his head towards you with narrow eyebrows and a pout in his face. "tch, your testing me aren't cha."

you walked passed him his eyes following you as you do, "take it however you'll like, come on we need return to the dorms, they probably made dinner by now, tough guy."

Bakugou sighed but picked up his bottle and towel starting to follow behind you. Soon Bakugou’s pace was quicker than yours, but he didn’t seem to mind when you fell into step beside him. For once, the usual distance between the two of you didn’t feel as strained. The occasional grunt or muttered curse was all that broke the silence between the two of you, but it felt… different. Comfortable, even.

You found yourself smiling without realizing it. But he did... he noticed everything about you, but did you know? No..

"You really went all out today," you said, nudging him lightly with your shoulder, Making him stop his thought.

He glanced at you, his eyes narrowing like he was trying to figure out whether you were teasing him. "Yeah, so what?"

You couldn’t help but chuckle, and the sound surprised you both. It was the first time you’d heard a laugh escape from either of you since the start of the day. Bakugou’s usual scowl softened for a moment, just enough for you to catch it. It was strange, hearing his deep voice not so gruff but almost… playful.

"You're not so bad when you're not shouting at me, you know?," you teased.

Bakugou snorted, an actual laugh escaping him for a split second. "Tch, shut up. I don’t have time for your dumb jokes."

But the way his lips twitched upward told you that he didn’t mind them so much. The two of you walked in tandem now, your steps light and easy. The tension of the sparring match, the exhaustion of your bodies, all of it seemed to melt away with each passing step.

Suddenly, Bakugou reached into his pocket and pulled out a white piece of paper folded like a note, "Here.." he said dead plain and straight with a tad of rasp in his voice.

"Huh? what is this?.." you asked, taking it from his hand, about to open it while walking.

"Not here, you idiot!" Bakugou yelled out, but at a loud enough volume you know it's serious. "oh then you should have said so them"

Bakugou kept walking with no reaction until you said "but.. what is it?"

"you'll see damnnit just open it later."

You both almost reaching the dorms. He opens the door for you firdt and you walk in "thank you" "Yeah whatever.," he said low but low enough you heard exactly.

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After returning to your dorm room and after dinner, you tossed your bag on the floor and kicked off your shoes, feeling the exhaustion of the day settle deep in your bones. The peacefulness of your room contrasted with the chaotic energy that had filled the training grounds just hours earlier. You flopped onto your bed, still smiling to yourself as you replayed the lighthearted walk back to the dorms with Bakugou.

But then, something caught your eye.

You noticed the small folded piece of paper in your pocket he handed you.

Your mind raced for a moment, recalling how Bakugou had handed it to you before you entered the dorms. He had told you to open it later, his usual abrasive tone not giving away much. But now, curiosity gnawed at you.

You hesitated, fingers hovering over the folded edge. A note from Bakugou… After the intensity of today’s training, you couldn’t help but wonder what it could be. He wasn’t exactly the type to write heartfelt letters, and you think this was some school assignment he needed to pass on.

but you was wrong...

As you read the note, the first line..

"I’m not good with this shit, but you need to know."

Your heart skipped a beat. You reread it, unsure of what to expect next.

"You’ve been driving me crazy, Y/N. All this time, I’ve been trying to figure out why the hell you make me so… worked up."

"I can’t get you out of my head. And it’s starting to piss me off. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before, and it’s not like I want to, but it is what it is at this point, and I can't stop it."

You swallowed hard. Your heart began to race. There was no mistaking what this was—a confession. It wasn’t like anything you’d ever expected from him. You could feel your chest tighten, your fingers trembling slightly as you continued to read.

"I want to hang out with you. I’m asking you because I don’t know how to do this whole thing. If you think it’s a dumb idea, then fine, I’ll back off. But I swear, if I have to keep pretending like this isn’t driving me insane, I’ll lose it."

You let the words sink in for a moment. He’d never been the type to show vulnerability. To see this side of him, the one that seemed to struggle with his own emotions, was both unexpected and oddly… endearing.

You were stunned into silence, your mind racing. Bakugou, in his own way, had poured out something he couldn’t say aloud, choosing instead to write it all down. You knew how hard it must have been for him, and yet, there it was—bare, raw, and completely unfiltered.

You leaned back against your bed, the note still in your hands, your thoughts swirling around the words. Bakugou, the loud, brash, and unpredictable person you’d always known, was letting his guard down. And it was for you.

It was hard to deny how much you’d felt the same way. There had always been something about him—something in the way he challenged you, pushed you, and in those rare moments when his softer side peeked through his tough exterior. You couldn’t help but find yourself drawn to him, no matter how hard you tried to ignore it.

You pulled out your phone, Your fingers hovered over your phone for a moment, the thought of texting him feeling almost like an extension of his vulnerability—of your own feelings. With one last glance at the note, you picked up your phone, going to his name, fingers moving quickly over the screen as you typed your response.

"Hey I just got your note, I would love to hang out some time, you don't have to feel embarrassed of what your feeling, cause I feel like that too, Katsuki. Your not the only one going insane over this ;)"

ou hit send before you could second-guess yourself. A deep breath escaped you as you waited, staring at the message screen with your heart in your throat. You weren’t sure what to expect, but you were starting to feel like this, whatever it was between you two, had the potential to be something real.

Moments later, but wasn't long after. your phone buzzed, and you quickly opened the message.

"Really? Had me kind of worried.. Took you long enough, Well, I’ll be at the park by the train station tomorrow after school. Hope you can keep up"

You heart beat skipped.... But the park by the train station is a fair park? did he mean there or???...

You couldn't believe it but you already prepared your outfit for tomorrow. Going through your clothes as you mumble.

as you lay to rest, you can't stop thinking of tomorrow.

But you knew one thing for sure, you had feelings for him...

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A/N: Hey, hope you enjoyed if you want a part 2, lets get to 10 comments! :) Thank you for reading.

you can't sleep. you really tried, but you're too aware of the body next to you and that body's warmth against your face.

katsuki's been your best friends for as long as you could remember, this was normal. he'd been sleeping over at your house for years when you were younger, it was only normal for you him to sleep at your place now. of course, of course.

but what you hadn't planned out was the fact that you couldn't sleep tonight, so when you blink one eye-then a second one open to look at him, you're not very surprised to see he's fast asleep. he’s always been a stickler to his bedtime.

and you're not very surprised to see how gorgeous he is. he’s always been a pretty boy after all.

katsuki's been your best friend for as long as you can remember, and you've been in love with him just as long.

he looks so pretty like this. peaceful and asleep and breathing so softly, so relaxed. you wonder what he dreams about. he probably dreams about blowing up sheep instead of counting them, the thought makes you snicker quietly.

"you sound creepy giggling to yourself like that."

you jump, the surprised little noise you let out makes him smile, still with his eyes closed. so, so pretty. in the most asshole-ish way.

"you're awake ?!" you don't know why you insist on whispering.

"obviously." you don't know why katsuki bothers on whispering either.

"what does that mean ?"

"means how the fuck am i supposed to sleep with you breathing heavy like that ? you snore loud."

you shove at his shoulder and his eyes snap open so you really get to look at him while he laughs at you. you hate him, and fuck does he look pretty. he shoves you back and you land on your back dramatically, huffing up at your ceiling.

"go back to your own house then, loser. you don't have to keep squatting at my house." you cross your arms under your blanket.

katsuki scoffs, he knocks your leg with his under the blanket when he’s had enough of you ignoring him and when that doesn't work he tugs the sheets to pull them closer to him. just to piss you off, cus he can. you groan, tugging and pulling, trying to get away from the cold air. screw his stupid pro hero muscles.

to your surprise, katsuki pulls you closer the moment he gets the opportunity. you lay stunned in his arms, an awkward sound dies inside your throat. he yawns, making himself more comfortable.

"i'm not squatting nowhere. you're the one that let's me in here all the time." with that comeback, it's obvious you've been friends for way too long.

friends, huh.

you make yourself comfy in his arms, despite yourself. " so it's all my own fault is what you're saying."

"yup," your best friend responds without missing a beat "glad you put two in two together so quick." katsuki hisses when you pinch his back and pinches yours in retaliation. but he doesn't allow you to go any further, squeezing you tighter in his arms.

"besides, i bet it comes in pretty handy for you, your creepy ass gets to watch me sleep." you stiffen a bit in his hold but relax quickly, you cover your surprise with a scoff.

"get over yourself, please." you spit "nobody in the world sucks your dick harder than you do."

katsuki clicks his teeth when you giggle at your own joke. "shut up." is all he manages, you laugh harder and katsuki pokes a finger in the back of your neck to make you squeak.

"it has nothing to do with you, i just couldn't sleep." you explain, yawning at the end of your sentence. your nose picks up the scent of his nape and you quickly look away. katsuki hums almost to himself, he shoves a harsh palm behind your head and pushes it closer to the warmth of his chest.

“close your eyes then.” he says it so easily you scoff.

“oh that’s genius! why didn’t i think of that ?” you hum sarcastically. katsuki chuckles lowly, unsurprised. he pinches your side again.

“smart ass.” he settles, and it’s quiet again. but you find that snuggling close to him like this makes your eyelids a bit heavier. you hope he doesn’t notice how your arms slowly creep up to his side to settle there, but you doubt it considering the quiet breath he draws in as soon as you do.

“ ‘s somethin’ keeping you up then ?” you don’t know why he’s insisted on whispering again.

you you want to say, “just..stuff.” you whisper back. “i’m surprised you’re still awake, though. considering you zonk out at like—six.”

“no i don’t, you fuckin’ liar. m’not a fuckin’ grade schooler.” katsuki snaps. you giggle, knowing your next words will absolutely piss him off.

“right, my bad..seven then.”

katsuki doesn’t respond and instead decides to use all his might to try and crush your spine, squeezing you tight, oh so tightly between those huge pro hero muscles as you shriek and wheeze out puffs of laughter. he stops after you claw at him some, muttering a quiet “fuckin’ brat.” under his breath. “stop dodgin’ my question, hate when you do that.”

you sigh as he loosens his grip, feeling your heart pounding. katsuki had been your best friend for years, and you’d loved him since forever, now would be the perfect opportunity to tell him. you’d been thinking about this for years now. you could do this !

and when you look up he’s already looking down at you and that’s when you decide…

nope ! you always had tomorrow !

(except in your field, tomorrow is never guaranteed, but you decide to not think about that too hard right now.)

“no, it’s nothing. honest.” you smile to yourself when you hear your katsuki scoff in response. you tuck yourself into his chest selfishly “why we’re you up anyway ?”

“..couldn’t fall asleep either, i guess.” he responds, clearing his throat.

“something keeping you awake, then ?” you parrot. but he doesn’t laugh like you expect or even roll his eyes.

he looks off into space for a few seconds and then back at you, like he’d done before. katsuki had always been a phenomenon that managed to grab—to steal would be a better choice of words—anybody’s attention. he didn’t ask for you to pay attention to him, he’d always commanded it. that’s how you ended up being his friend all those years ago and that’s certainly how you ended up here.

he’s the one looking down at you, searching for you yet you feel like you’d always be drawn to him no matter what.

“just…stuff.” he parrots. he’s still staring so intently. so pretty.

“what stuff ?” you insist, your eyes itch a bit because you don’t want to blink yet, you don’t want to miss his eyes yet.

katsuki squints, you don’t know if he doesn’t want to blink either or if he thinks this is a competition.

“you stuff.”

and that makes you blink, you catch his lips twitch like he’s holding back a smile. clearly, he thinks he’s won.

“..me stuff ?”

he has the nerve to roll his eyes. his arms around you squeeze “you’re on my mind, shit stain.”

and despite his rude nickname, despite the way your nose scrunches at him your heart throbs and beats so hard you feel it in the tips of your fingers. you grip the material of his shirt to try and keep a semblance of composure.

“so…i’m keeping you awake then ?”

“took you a while to figure that one out.” he sasses, obviously embarrassed he looks away. you take the opportunity to press a giddy kiss to his cheek, right on top of his scar.

you pull back just enough to see how his eyes widen, it’s his turn to grip onto you now.

“what a coincidence, i’ve been thinking about the same thing.”

it’s completely quiet for a moment. katsuki slowly blinks at you as he computes what just happened.

“...you’ve been thinkin’ about yourself?”

“about you, you absolute doofus—!” your laughter is cut off by your best friend eagerly pressing his lips to yours.

Katsuki just left, and your phone is already ringing with his contact.

You know what this is about. You smile and click the phone to answer, pinning the device between your shoulder and your ear. “Yes, baby?”

“You think you’re so fucking cute, don’t you?”

You giggle briefly before clearing your throat to gain some composure, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t play that shit card with me,” he snarls, but his voice holds no venom. Truly a bark with no bite. You continue to spread the jelly on your toast, waiting for him to finish his rant. “I don’t even have to open it to see the chaos you’ve caused. Is this why you wanted to take the car yesterday? Alone? Fucking brat.”

You stifle a giggle and you hear him try to fight his own laughter. “And fucking Hello Kitty? Really?”

Covering his dashboard in stickers wasn’t something you’d planned on doing, but when TikTok inspiration strikes, who would you be to not answer the call?

You’d covered everything: the dash board, the side panels, the steering wheel, the stick shift, center console, everywhere within his driver and passenger seat is covered in stickers of assorted Sanrio characters.

You pout, “it’s not just hello kitty, there’s some Kuromi’s in there for you.”

“How. Generous.” You laugh at his expense, and he lets you, but he doesn’t fool you for a second- he’s hiding his laugh. “So, you gonna come take these shits off?”

“No.”

“HAA?!”

“No!” You repeat. “Because what if you pick up your side pieces in your big expensive car and kiss them? Hmm? They won’t kiss you if they know you have a pretty, perfect, amazing pookie wookie bear at home.”

“My pookie wookie bear is going to get suffocated with a pillow,” he growls. “Now come take care of this!”

“No,” you sing. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”

“Swear to god-“

“Bye babyyyy!”

“Don’t you fucking-“

You’re quick to hang up the phone, giggling and going back to your toast with a satisfied smile spread on your cheeks, and you-

Immediately, you hear footsteps coming up the stairs of your home. Panic grips your heart as your eyes flick to the doorway of the kitchen.

The front door opens. He’s running.

“You’re so fucking dead.”

You scream.

The payback for sticker-ing his car might’ve been intense, full of tickling fingers and bites and threats turning into promises of payback.

But it was worth the new memory with your man.

HI RUE :) after reading the black cat kiri smau, I was wondering......

if u could possibly do a super nice/kind reader x bakugo

preferably a fem reader but I will read literally anything u write 😮‍💨

okay now lets imagine: y/n always being "too nice" and putting others in front of her own needs (not a doormat but too willing to inconvenience herself) and bakugou recognizing this and not exactly telling her to change but rather doing things that makes her feel special and validated AAUUGGGHH

little body big heart // katsuki bakugou

Bakugou’s arc is over should I kill myself ??