', ! K. Bakugo

𝙀𝙓𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙍𝘿'𝙎, 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙁𝙀𝙀𝙇𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎!─ k. bakugo

𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐅. bakugo loves your "priceless" gift.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. bakugo x reader.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. nothing except if you don't celebrate christmas I guess, the reader is a bit of an idiot, established flourishing relationship, fluff, blushy bakugo.

a/📓 : happy holidays!

Bakugo eyed at the dishonest rare Bronze age All Might trading card that was kept protected in a display case on his dresser as if it held some sort of significance.

To most hard-line All Might fans like himself, things like this were child's play; they could effortlessly purify which Bronze age All Might card was a trap and which was genuine by defining the colors. The real had the full art of the gorgeous number one hero Detroit smashing towards you in his black and red uniform. This was worth well over ¥40,000.

The fake, however, had the same accuracy as the real but wasn't worth much. The background color was the conclusive factor that directly divided the two cards. The actual card had an aureolin setting with a holographic rainbow that bedazzled your eyes when the desk light hits it. The phony had a lemon yellow setting with a nice holographic rainbow. Easy.

You were never an All Might fan and instead, you always leaned towards the lesser heroes like Fat Gum.

This means in some cases, that sketchy store clerk duped the shit out of you.

You spotted the item behind the store clerk's desk when you were shopping for clothing with your girls and immediately recognized it as something your boyfriend would like. The problem was that the clerk told an untruth and asserted that the fabrication was reasonably worth thousands of yen, thousands of yen a 3rd year like you wouldn't normally carry. So in response, you worked your ass off serving bitchy consumers teriyaki as a waitress to the level where Bakugo could only talk to you during school hours.

But when you came to him with frostnip nose and ears and a big, luminous smile when you gave up the card bandaged in a comic snowman wrapping paper, he wasn't sure what to exactly say.

"Do you like it? I heard that there are only four copies of it in the world," he remembers you sitting down next to him when you announced it, a smile basically polluting in the way you spoke. You were nearly bouncing the bed under him from excitement, awaiting acknowledgment from him.

Should the Bakugo risk admitting that it was fake, help get your money back and stake that chance of you getting embarrassed or say nothing and soak in the appreciation that you thought of him and not midoriya.

He voted the latter.

He memorized rebelling against the blushed smile that trudged onto his lips. "Yeah, it's nice I guess," he murmurs, feigning interest by flipping the card to its back.

"You know you love it! Stop that," you bumped into his shoulders, now glowing with gratification.

Bakugo won't cite that he loved it so much that he removed his real copy from its spot on the dresser and replaced it with yours.

While everyone is fantasizing about mermaid!bakugo, or barbarian!bakugo, I'm thinking about a Princess and the Frog au, where a selfish, spoiled, hedonistic yet broke prince!bakugo arrives in New Orleans after his parents cut him off to get some real experience or marry a rich young lady, but morphed into a small, slimy green frog by his selfish desires formulated by a shady old man all for one.

Then he meets Y/N, a seeming, lonely princess crying in her bedroom. The baby blue dress fitted faultlessly around her body isn't the only thing that's sparkling in the moonlight. All while he's allured by her beauty, he would rather become human before he could begin wooing.

However, this costly dress, phony tiara, or identity doesn't belong to her, but her best friend Yaoyorozu whose busy charming the "prince". Tears from your dreams bring crushed damages your mascara.

𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒:

Kirishima is Louis, Ray is Hizashi (present mic), and mama odie, as crazy as she seems, is either kayama (midnight) or chiyo (recovery girl), change my mind.

Bakugo first starts to fall in love with you during the hunting scene, of course. He tries to forcibly stop them, as his goal is to marry a rich girl, and not you, a stubborn little waitress born on the small side of town. The feelings only deepen themselves as the story progresses.

As soon as he turns human, it's like his personality did a flip, not that it changed that much while he was a frog. However, he refuses to tell you directly that he loves you, even when he's holding your hand in marriage, even when he's helping you achieve your dreams, even when he's spinning you around the roof of your restaurant.

Hey daily reminder that its cannon that denki knows how to do the robot because hori texted me❗❗

honestly, bnha was getting boring after the Paranormal Liberation War Arc. to the point where I was only in it for the fandom. That's until I see these two ♥

𝙎𝘼𝙍𝘼𝙉𝙂. ─ k. eijiro.

𝗦𝗬𝗡𝗢𝗣𝗦𝗜𝗦 ─ (n.) love; lit. "I wish to be with you until death."

𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 ─ kirishima x gender-neutral!reader

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 ─ I recommend listening to "if you love me" by Brenda Lee before reading this for the aesthetic, yet if you don't that is also fine since this is only a small drabble BUT it's really a good song you should check out afterward. Oh, and marriage and gooey fluff 🤢

IF AT LAST, OUR LIFE ON EARTH IS THROUGH

The music was fogged as two lovers slightly swayed on the tiny octagon gazebo adorned with the sandy glow of the vintage string lights. Your arms are gently enclosed around his neck as so his around your waist. You're so close that your foreheads connect, noses occasionally browsing against the other as you gingerly rocked jointly.

I WILL SHARE ENTIRETY WITH YOU

It must've been from all the walking Kirishima did today because his black shoelaces became relaxed and drooled onto the wooden floor. Without knowing, you accidentally stepped onto one and he narrowly falls more into you, enclosing the tiny neighborhood your snouts held.

You both give a dusty chuckle and stood there for what felt like a new era. Your eyes are still closed until (e/c) globes are freed from its shields when you detect your husband soften his jaw to speak, but then eventually decides to go against it as no words can leak from it. He resumes back to cradle you.

IF YOU LOVE ME, REALLY LOVE ME

No word is announced as the edge of the song draws nearer, and if there are, your mind is unoccupied without the bossy thoughts running rapid in your mind except one. Your eyes narrow as you stare longingly at your spouse's lips, believing how much you want to lean in and...

LET IT HAPPEN, I WON'T CARE

And you do. This one is different, though. The kiss shared here at the octagon gazebo wasn't as brief as the one standing on the alter or meeting guests. This kiss however was just as wanting as the one on the matrimony but extended.

You could feel kirishimas lips melt as he pushed further into the kiss that he dipped into you, just as eager as you were.

IF YOU LOVE ME, REALLY LOVE ME

His lips curve into a closed smile, the ones where you dimples begins to show.

"I love you." the voice belonging to the man is barely above a whisper as he kissed your smile lines.

LET IT HAPPEN, DARLING, I

"God I fucking love you." this time his voice erupts like an earthquake, trembling and having a big impact on you.

WON'T

"I love you too."

CARE

𝙎𝘼𝙍𝘼𝙉𝙂. ─ based on this little answer!

Want more? view my 𝗡𝗔𝗩𝗜 & 𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗧 or just skip right to the 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧. Or maybe just follow!

Another headcannon is that sero used to wear braces when he was in primary school. I don't know, but he looks to be that guy. Plus, if I had perfectly straight teeth like that I would be smiling like that every day too ☹

FUCKING LOOK AT HIM!!!