I Hc That Bakugo Is A Dick Because He Has Sensory Issues And Is Constantly Overstimulated

Can I request an established relationship with katsuki x reader where reader has a healing quirk, but whateber injury she heals, she feels a fraction of the pain and drains her own energy.

she had to heal a lot of civilians in the mission and katsuki finds her before she passes out

Borrowed Pain

The battlefield was finally quiet. Smoke and dust still clung to the air, the acrid scent of destruction mixing with the metallic tang of blood. It had been a brutal fight—villains tearing through the city like a wildfire, leaving behind wreckage, wounded civilians, and far too much loss.

But you had done your part.

Your hands trembled as you pressed them against another injured civilian’s body, your quirk flickering to life in a soft, golden glow. You gritted your teeth as their deep gash slowly sealed itself shut, your skin prickling with the familiar burn of borrowed pain. The moment the wound disappeared, a sharp sting lanced through your own abdomen—a phantom pain, a fraction of what they had endured, but enough to make your breath hitch.

You had lost count of how many people you had healed.

Your body was barely holding together. Each time you healed someone, it took something from you—your energy, your strength, your stability. The worst part wasn’t even the fatigue; it was the cumulative pain, layer upon layer of injuries you hadn’t actually sustained, but still felt as if you had. Your arms ached as if they’d been broken and reset a dozen times over. Your ribs throbbed with phantom bruises. Your head was spinning from the strain.

But you couldn’t stop.

Not when another civilian, a mother clutching her unconscious daughter, was crying out for help.

Not when people needed you.

You forced yourself forward, dragging your heavy limbs across the debris-littered ground. You sank to your knees beside them, nearly toppling over from the sheer effort of staying upright. The little girl was breathing, but her leg was bent at an unnatural angle. Fractured, at the very least.

You exhaled shakily. “I’m going to fix her,” you murmured, mostly to yourself, because the mother’s sobs made it clear she wasn’t hearing anything beyond her own panic.

You placed your hands on the girl’s leg and summoned what little energy you had left. The glow of your quirk was duller now, weaker. You weren’t even sure if you had enough in you to mend the break.

But you had to try.

The moment the healing process started, a searing pain shot through your own leg. You bit down hard on your lip, trying to suppress the strangled sound of pain that threatened to escape. It felt like your bone had snapped, like the marrow itself was burning—but then, after a few agonizing seconds, it was gone.

The girl stirred with a soft whimper, her leg whole again.

But you—

The world tilted violently. Your vision blurred, colors bleeding together in a hazy mess. You tried to push yourself up, to move onto the next person, but your limbs refused to cooperate.

Your heart pounded sluggishly in your chest. You could barely feel the ground beneath you.

Too much.

You had given too much.

Your body swayed, and just as you felt yourself pitching forward, a voice—loud, rough, unmistakable—cut through the fog in your mind.

“The hell do ya think you’re doing?!”

A pair of strong arms caught you before you could hit the ground. The scent of burnt caramel filled your senses, familiar and grounding. Katsuki.

You wanted to say something, to reassure him that you were fine, that you just needed a second, but the moment you met his gaze, the words died in your throat.

His expression—fierce, scowling—was betrayed by the sheer panic in his crimson eyes. His hands, calloused but warm, cradled you carefully, as if afraid you’d break apart if he held you any tighter.

"You overdid it again, dumbass,” he growled, voice thick with frustration. “I told ya not to push yourself like this!"

You tried to smile, tried to play it off, but even that was too much effort. “People needed help,” you mumbled instead, eyelids fluttering.

Katsuki clicked his tongue, his jaw clenching. “And what about you, huh? Who the hell’s gonna help you when you’re passin’ out on the goddamn street?!”

You had no answer.

Because, deep down, you hadn’t even considered yourself.

You had only been thinking about them.

Your head lolled against his shoulder, exhaustion wrapping around you like a heavy blanket. Your body felt weightless and unbearably heavy all at once, limbs refusing to respond, breath shallow and uneven.

Katsuki tightened his grip, as if he could physically hold you together with just his arms alone. His heart was pounding against your cheek. “Don’t you dare pass out,” he muttered, shaking you slightly. “Oi, stay with me.”

But you couldn’t.

You fought it—really, you did—but the darkness was already creeping in, dragging you under. The last thing you felt before everything went black was Katsuki pulling you closer, the heat of his body a stark contrast to the icy numbness in your veins.

And the last thing you heard was his voice, raw and desperate.

“I got you, alright? Just—fuck—just stay with me.”

*-*-*-*

Your eyelids felt like lead, heavy and unyielding, but the warmth pressed against your side was familiar. It anchored you, coaxing you from the depths of unconsciousness. The air was different here—cleaner, free of smoke and dust, carrying the faint antiseptic scent of a medical ward.

You stirred, your body protesting with a dull, lingering ache. Every muscle felt wrung out, every nerve frayed at the edges. A low, irritated grunt sounded beside you.

"'Bout damn time you woke up."

The voice—gruff and unmistakable—sent a wave of relief through your foggy mind. You managed to pry your eyes open, blinking against the dim light. Katsuki was slouched in a chair beside your bed, arms crossed, brows furrowed in a scowl that didn’t quite hide the tension in his shoulders. His usual hero gear had been replaced with a simple black shirt and sweatpants, but he still looked battle-worn—his hands wrapped in gauze, a faint bruise darkening his cheekbone.

"Katsuki…?" Your voice came out hoarse, your throat dry and sore.

His scowl deepened. "Yeah, dumbass. Who else would be here watchin’ your reckless ass?"

You tried to push yourself up, but the moment you moved, a sharp pain lanced through your limbs. Katsuki was there in an instant, his hands firm but careful as he eased you back against the pillows. "The hell do ya think you’re doin’? Lay the fuck down."

A weak chuckle escaped you. "I feel like I got hit by a truck."

"Yeah? Well, servin’ yourself up on a silver platter like that’ll do that to ya." His voice was gruff, but the tightness in his jaw betrayed something deeper—anger, frustration… concern.

You let your head rest against the pillow, exhaling softly. "How long was I out?"

Katsuki hesitated, then muttered, "Almost two days."

Your eyes widened. "Two—?" You tried to sit up again, only for his hand to press firmly against your shoulder, keeping you down with surprising gentleness.

"I swear to god, if you don’t stop fuckin’ movin’, I’ll tie you to the damn bed."

You huffed a tired laugh but obeyed, sinking back. "What happened?"

Katsuki exhaled sharply through his nose, running a hand through his hair. "You pushed yourself way too far. You were burnin’ up, shakin’ like a damn leaf. Could barely fuckin’ breathe." His fingers curled into fists. "You scared the shit outta me."

That last part was muttered under his breath, almost like he didn’t want you to hear it. But you did. And it sent warmth blooming in your chest, even through the exhaustion.

"I just…" You swallowed, throat tight. "People needed me."

"Yeah? And what, you don’t?" Katsuki snapped, eyes flashing. "You think you can just keep throwin’ yourself away for everyone else and it won’t fuckin’ matter?"

His words struck something deep inside you, something raw and unspoken. You had always known the risks of your quirk. The cost of healing. But you had never really thought about what it did to you—only what it did for others.

Katsuki dragged a hand down his face, exhaling hard. "Look, I get it. You wanna help people. That’s what heroes do. But not at the damn expense of your own life, dumbass."

You hesitated, searching for the right words. "I don’t know how to stop."

For a moment, he just stared at you, something unreadable flickering in his gaze. Then, with a sigh, he shifted closer, resting his forearms on the edge of the bed. "Then I’ll make sure you do."

His voice had lost its usual bite, softened into something steadier. A promise.

You met his gaze, and for the first time in a long while, you let yourself lean into the warmth of someone else’s care.

"Okay."

tumblr was made for my flavor of neurodivergence

also does anyone have brainrot as a vocal stim because i can’t stop saying “what the gyatt”

Bruno Encanto gets drafted in Vietnam

who’s in favor of banning my brother from the request box?

bakugo always preferred the company of women over men. Being raised by Mitsuki, he was used to loud and opinionated women.

In class he’d always get annoyed when guys would repeat a girl’s idea louder and get credit.

#bakugoisafeminist

You know he’s always ready to square up with Mineta whenever he says anything disrespectful.

When he defended Uraraka at the sports festival some of the other guys started to suspect that he liked her.

God, were they wrong.

“What the hell Shitty Hair!?” Bakugo exclaimed after Kirishima, Sero, and Kaminari had confronted him in the locker room.

“Well we’ve seen you guys talking and stuff so..” Hanta trailed off.

Little did they know that Bakugo and Uraraka both had eyes for the same person.

(lowkey like the nico thing in percy jackson lol)

saw my queen ms sprinkles reblogged this so i had to copy

thought of something more fun. send me a number 1-100 and I'll tell you my favorite lyric from the song that corresponds on my wrapped playlist

“you should make some posts and @ pukicho” - some little gay person who escaped my phone

@pukicho

Do the pro heroes for the music hcs

part 4 of music headcanons (pro hero edition)

also if you want to request assasination classroom i’ll also do that

All Might

I feel like he had a phase where he smoked weed and really got into psychedelic rock

His favorite band is Pink Floyd

He has the Wall and Dark Side of the Moon on vinyl

also for some reason this man gives me hozier fan vibes so we’re gonna go with that

Eraserhead

this seems kind of obvious but like nature sounds used for sleeping lol

when he’s not trying to fall asleep i feel like he’d like bob dylan and joan baez

his students have also recently got him into chappell roan and he pretends he hates it but secretly he too is a midwest princess

midnight

madonna fan (argue with the wall)

loves lady gaga and her style (gets down to born this way)

she also really likes the yeah yeah yeahs

best jeanist

he’s the goofiest hero in my opinion so i feel like he’d listen to the most npc music

drake

bon jovi

in general just like the least memorable pop music the world has seen

endeav*r

nothing

he lives in silence

hates music

hawks

in general male manipulator music

think like deftones and slipknot

arctic monkeys too

mount lady

she gives me swiftie vibes idk

her favorite song is rehab by amy winehouse

also likes jeff buckley

Crimson Riot

His favorite song is Lost in the Supermarket by the Clash

Oddly I feel like he’d also like Black Box Recorder

Pearl Jam as well

Mirko

She likes Britney Spears

I also feel like she’d like glee so basically just the glee versions of every song

She also likes No Doubt and Gwen Stefani 

Fat Gum

In general i feel like he plays guitar and likes dad rock

His favorite band is Phish

He also really likes the rolling stones

i hate haters

i hate hypocrisy

i hate lists

i hate people who type in all lowercase

i hate irony

i hate donald trump (this ones fr guys)

i felt like rebranding myself so here are my hcs about what music the UA students listen to so here we go

(i’ll make a part 2 with more people)

Izuku Midoriya

you cannot tell me that this boy doesn’t unironically listen to the entire Pray For the Wicked album by Panic! At the Disco.

He definitely listens to Imagine Dragons when he’s training 💀

He also listens to musicals and soundtracks a lot (he has hamilton memorized)

Mina Ashido

Hear me out, she LOVES Chappell Roan

She’s def a little fruity or at least an ally (will try to teach Aizawa the hot to go dance)

She also undeniably loves Brat by Charli XCX

Eijiro Kirishima

Dad Rock Fan

His favorite song is Seven Nation Army

Knows everything about the Grateful Dead for some reason

Denki Kaminari

His favorite song is Pretty Fly (For a White Guy) by the Offspring which i think makes complete sense

In general likes the offspring, green day, and other pop punk from that era

Institutionalized by Suicidal Tendencies is his favorite to listen to during training

His favorite band is machine girl and he also likes death grips

Gets most of his reccomendations from Jiro

Katsuki Bakugo

He listens to punk

Dead Kennedys, Sex Pistols, Misfits, The Clash etc.

he dabbles in riot grrl and grunge but is very hesitant to take reccomendations from others

Favorite Song is Police Truck

in general likes angry songs

Ochaco Uraraka

Since she grew up poor i hc that she mostly listened to cds she found in thrift stores

after joining UA, Jiro and Mina introduced her to a lot of stuff

She loves folk punk

Her favorite band is the Moldy Peaches

Her favorite song is Deceptacon by Le Tigre

Shoto Todoroki

He’s sheltered as fuck so before coming to UA he rarely listened to music

I feel like he really gets into radiohead because it has this sort of passive anger to it

He also definitely likes Sufjan Stevens, Phoebe Bridgers, and other soft sad music

Also a big classical fan

Hanta Sero

He definitely listens to rock

Smashing Pumpkins, Nirvana, Hole, etc.

I feel like he secretly likes some emo stuff too like Sunny Day Real Estate and mcr

Momo Yaoyorozu

She is a beatles girly

George is her favorite

Also likes Simon and Garfunkel

In general melodic 60s stuff

Toru Hagakure

She is obsessed with Sabrina Carpenter

Olivia Rodrigo too

Has the Guts album on vinyl

things i think denki would do whilst flirting:

- if you were sad about something or having a bad day he’d write you a rap about it

example of his rap:

“i’m a lyrical genius

bars go hard like an erect penis”

- would ironically call you mommy

- if you sent a photo of yourself he’d reply to it with “i just busted”

- will facetime you whilst on the toilet

- will say out of pocket/ freaky things then just shout “pause!” after as if it’s like a rewind button for real life

- is so down bad it’s actually kind of funny

- says like horribly disgusting things and it’s never really clear if he’s joking or not but it’s also endearing in a way

example:

y/n: hold on i’ll be back, i have to use the restroom.

denki: why go to the restroom when i could be your toilet

- calls you dear

- is absolutely evil if you’re easily flustered

- gets unreasonably upset when you don’t tell him something

(this is utterly and totally inspired and directly taken from the guy im currently talking to)