Bakugo Imagines - Tumblr Posts

ଓ featuring   :   bakugo katsuki from my hero academia 

ଓ word count   :   460 words

ଓ content warnings : tooth rotting fluff, gender neutral! reader, mentions of an ex-boyfriend

Bakugo blinks at you, like he doesn’t quite believe the words that are coming out of your mouth right now. “What do you mean he never cuddled with you?” he demands, his brows furrowed together to create a crease between them, his figure looming over yours where the two of you sit on his bed. 

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Friends, I'll say it once again, this is how bakugo pushes a shopping cart 💀

Leaning forward and shit with the most unimpressed face pursuing behind you mindlessly as you pick your favorite snacks

A/N: not using DILF because by the dictionary, it makes me feel icky, so I'll use my own safety version which is DILC which means Dads I'd Like (to) Cuddle :)

DILC!bakugo who can never allow himself to let his daughter leave the nest, even when she's is a fully sophisticated woman.

He "wonders" off his patrol space to invade hers and bugs her with questions. Lunchtime's always, "do you eat well?" "I─" "─actually, I'll cook you a lunch, what do you want, chili pickled cucumbers or chikuwa cucumbers?" much to her disapproval even when she munches of seasoned, dried noodles. (she doesn't know this, but you watch Bakugo go to war with himself every morning to combat the urge to trim her sandwich into a cute bunny or kitty with the mold cutter like he used to do :()

Or when he buds in while she's handing a villain to the police, you can always count on Dynamight to bring up the conversation of finances like it's weather-talk. "Do you need any money? You don't have ta pay me back." No dad, you know how much I make because you're my boss, she'll think when her eye twitches with vexation.

Speaking of being the boss, he makes it very clear that the boss's daughter is off limits and there will be no such things as hidden office romances.

Of course, he's not being insufferable Y/N, he just wants to make sure Katsumi Bakugo is ready for what the world has in store for her. But when you finally rub his back and kiss his cheek while he watches her car clear his driveway with her fiancee onboard, he thinks maybe it's finally time to move on and spend his days with you by his side.

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.

I can’t help but imagine Barbarian!Bakugou having woman in this tribe/clan really upset he married you. Their upset because they wanted to be wife Bakugou but no, he got a pretty Princess wife who isn’t even a barbarian to be his wife.

One woman in particular is so upset about it that she’s told other tribes that “Katsuki Bakugou married an ogre of a wife just to have peace relations”. She uses the fact that very few people have seen you. Which is actually because Bakugou got you pregnant out of wedlock and you didn’t want anyone to know.

The first time Bakugou hears of this rumour is at a tribal meeting, when a another chief of a different tribe says “I feel bad for you, Bakugou. I would even imagine myself marrying an ugly woman like your wife.”

The man’s head is cut off within two seconds.

Bakugou tries his best to keep the nasty rumour from you, but once you hear it you are distraught. It’s makes it harder for you to leave your shared tent. Bakugou has to beg you to even sit up in bed your that upset.

It’s put Bakugou in the worsts of moods for everyone else.

It’s only when your 8 months pregnant do people of his tribe see you, with pregnant belly. People can connect the dots. This pregnant woman leaving the tent of their chief and her pregnant belly is the size of roughly how long said chief has been married? Nothing else needed to be said.

You feel so self conscious that people are staring at you, making you fear you really are that ugly. Please are only staring because your pretty as a goddess and your pregnant!

So when you meet a chief of another tribe, all he does is softly chuckle and goes. “Sorry- I wasn’t expecting such a pretty thing. Didn’t think you’d be an angel.”

Bakugou on one hand is possessive as fuck but on the other sees how you aren’t taking the compliment seriously. He tries his best to reassure you that you are the prettiest girl he’s ever seen.

It’s only after once your daughter is born so you start not caring what people think how you looks, because looking at your daughter!

Her face lights up your world and no one can take that from you.

Of course, Bakugou still isn’t happy some spread around that ogre rumour and started trying ti find whoever started it. Once he finds out it’s a woman from his tribe who tried winning him over, he is fuming. Leaves a nasty scar down her face as punishment.

Whenever he goes out now, he brags about how his beautiful wife blessed his eyes with a beautiful daughter. And if anyone tries to disagree his sword is out.

THE GREAT KACCHAN !

villain!bakugo x queen!reader ft. king!all-might

genre: smut, oneshot, medieval au

word count: 1.1k

warnings: MINORS GET OUT!! not proofread, dub-con, real mean bakugo, older reader, dom bakugo sub reader, mentioned blackmailing, degrading, infidelity (cheating on all might???), accidental impregnation, unprotected sex, unrealistic sex, creampie, copious amounts of cum, orgasm pussy make bakugo go brrrrr, overstimulation, and much more to cum…

+a/n: no, can we talk about it? this ‘baby fever’ that i have had in all my published and deleted fics? it needs to go. but hi, it’s me :3 i really hope u enjoy this fic because it took me so many redrafts to finally make it make me go “oh.” like that “oh.” so many people liked my kiri manga buddies fic that i was really nervous and anxious about whether i could write something as good as it again. but whether it makes you hot down there or not, it’s all good because i finally like it myself. 😩

++ “m-mine.”

⠀ 𖥻 SYNOPS𝗶S࣪

you were supposed to be a queen, sitting by the side of all might, the world’s greatest hero. he was such a good man with a kind smile and a reassuring voice that lifts the mood in any room.

but he had a sickly heart.

his famous build of muscle deflated as soon as you reached the confinement of your shared bedroom. you would stare with sympathetic eyes as he coughed up crimson blood, staining your white sheets.

you used to be sure nobody knew apart from the both of you. with no heir to the throne, your power and lives would be in grave danger if somebody found out. it was a secret for you both to take to his arriving grave.

but when the great kacchan arrived at your doorstep threatening to expose your husband’s illness, you did what you had to do as the queen.

because you would do anything to keep the secret.

𖥻 THE GREAT K𝗔CCH𝗔N

“fucking slut,” he groaned into your ear, arm reaching under your torn dress to slap your twitching clit. his slap was wet, so obscenely wet that you let out a shamed sob and pulled away from his warm body. his fat cock slowed to a stop and you whimpered, hanging your head low in embarrassment. his fingers slipped past your clit and felt around where his cock sat inside of you.

his chest rumbled with an evil chuckle as he brought his hand up to your view. you keened at your embarrassment coating his fingers. his hand was covered in your juices.

“p-please… i c-can’t…” you whimpered, feeling a dull ache where his cock sat still inside of your creaming cunt. bakugou tutted, reaching his hand around your torso and snaking it up to grope your breasts. “can’t what, my queen?”

bakugo pulled back and slammed his hips against yours, pressing his cockhead against your cervix. your body jerked with a cry. “you can’t tell your husband, your king, about how you’ve been a dirty little whore for his worst enemy?” he pumped into you slowly, but every thrust felt like the devil’s temptation— hot. your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you quivered in his arms. you didn’t want to admit it but you loved being his whore, even if it meant betraying your husband.

“you can’t tell him how you’ve been fucking me, princess?” his thick, calloused fingers gripped your chin and forced you to look back at him. through your teary eyes, you still admired his raw beauty. his blonde hair spiked messily while his eyes were the prettiest shade of red. such a weirdly cute face, but psychotic mind.

“answer me, ___.”

“e-eat my fucking ass.”

𖥻 THE GREAT KaTSUK𝗶

fap, fap, fap~!

your scalp burned with the pull of bakugou’s grip on your hair, but you weren’t worried about it. all you could feel was the slap of his balls against your clit as his cock slammed into your creaming pussy over and over again. “o-oh my god—!” he slapped you, slamming into you and pausing to feel your walls pulsate around him. his fingers grasped your chin and forced you to look at him. “what’s my name?”

you couldn’t focus when the tip of his fat cock was kissing your cervix, wetting it with his precum. your ass was naked and flush against his trimmed happy trail for anyone around to see. “k-kacchan~” your pussy squeezed against his cock, milking him. you moaned and jutted your hips back, letting your tongue loll out of your mouth. “m-my king… please fuck me!”

you just wanted more.

“anything for the queen,” bakugou purred and planted a sloppy kiss onto your lips. his tongue swirled around your own as he pummelled into your sopping cunt, wrecking your body for anybody else. with his hand working your clit and his thick cock rutting into you, you didn’t know if you were still breathing. your ears were stuffed with the sound of his firm balls slapping against your juices, the wet squelches of his cock fucking into your pussy and the whimpers you moaned into his mouth.

heat bubbled up in your stomach and your eyes rolled to the back of your head— you were seeing stars.

“you gonna cum for me, princess? hm?”

you nodded, fingers bunching up the material on your dress. your breath became shallow and your chest heaved, leaving your nipples to harden in the cold air. you huffed ‘n’ puffed as your eyes closed. you focused on the sound of his hips slapping against your ass and the way his precum filled you up so much that it dribbled all the way down to your clit. you felt the pressure build inside your cunt, and you called out his name.

“katsuki!”

hearing his real name flow so effortlessly out of your mouth and into the fresh air triggered something inside of bakugo. his eye twitched and his hand dropped from your chin, gripping onto your ass instead. he shivered and almost collapsed onto you, using one hand to keep him steady against the tree. he shuddered, unable to stop the sudden churn in his full balls, and finally, he came.

“n-no…” you keened, eyes wide with fear plastered all over your face. it was like a rocket, the way his cum splashed around inside of you. his hot seed sloshed inside of you, ready to impregnate, and painted your battered cervix a creamy white. he kept pumping into you, emptying all his trembling balls had for you, and sent you into another orgasm. your body lit on fire as you squirted around his cock, twitching in his grip. the feeling of you cumming so hard on his cock as he fucked his cum up into you removed all sense from his mind and he flew into madness.

you cried out, feeling your cold nipples scrape across the bark of the tree. “k-katsuki, s-slow—!” bakugo licked across the side of your face, fucking into you with even more energy. “m-mine.” he gripped your waist and slammed the entirety of his cock into you, slipping past your cervix and cumming for the second time.

fuck, you were definitely pregnant.

#tgk; second part coming soon

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Bakugo x Reader: Confession

Summary: After Bakugo’s mental breakdown with Midoriya outside the dorms, you take it upon yourself to get him to open up. Of course it isn’t easy, but you two had known each other for years. Bakugo realises how he really feels and claims you as his own.

Rating: SFW

Genre: Fluff, angst, lime

Word Count: 4.7k

A/n: I love comfort fluff and tending to wound tropes... and I also used the headcanon that Bakugo needs hearing aids, so that is included in this fic. I’m also sorry about the slow updates... I’ll have some headcanons out for haikyuu in the new future so stay tuned!

The crisp night air flooded through the open windows as you held a warm drink in your chilly hands. A fluffy blank landed on your shoulders as Mina deposited them off to everyone. You shifted yourself to meet Mina’s extraordinary eyes, nodding in thanks. Mina returned with a cheery smile of her own.

All the girls of 1A populated the couches, basking in the much needed warmth. A few boys sat amongst you, such as Kaminari, Kirishima, Ojiro, and Sero. Mineta desperately cried for help, wrapped in a cocoon of Sero’s tape after a perverted comment directed at Momo. Todoroki did as he always did, awkwardly standing slightly adjacent to the lively group, a keen but kind eye flickering between classmates as they contributed to the conversation.

“Everyone!” Iida marched up to your group, “Leaving the windows open in this weather is incredibly irresponsible! You will all get a cold!” His rapidly chopping hands paused momentarily to hurriedly pull all the windows shut.

“Thanks, emergency exit!” Kirishima waved at the class representative. A satisfied expression washed over Iida’s face.

You rolled your eyes, slightly smiling at them, before taking a prolonged sip of your warm beverage. Without spilling it, you pulled your legs up on the couch to cross them.

The class was happily celebrating a successful hero licensing exam. All but Bakugo and Todoroki. Hagakure and Momo had insisted they could join you too. It didn’t surprise you that Todoroki showed up but Bakugo didn’t, for one of them took it a lot worse than the other.

Bakugo was your childhood friend, knowing him since forever. There wasn’t a time you didn’t know each other, but not quite outdating him knowing Midoriya. You never really announced yourselves as “friends”, per se. It more so happened by consistently interacting, never really introducing yourselves. One of those friendships that “just happened”, neither of you remembering when you really met each other. Turns out, your mothers had been friends for years prior.

As you two grew older, and Bakugo became more and more like... himself, you did not condemn for anything he would say to Midoriya, being quirkless. Luckily, you happened to manifest a fairly powerful quirk, so he never judged you for it. He could never find himself to explode at you whenever you told him to back off. He may yell, but it never went further than petty insults. Of course, Mitsuki would have been appalled with him if he did. She definitely had a soft spot for you.

Once starting at UA, Bakugo’s ego slowly but surely began to deflate. He began to obtain standards, something that surprised you plenty. You noticed how he acted around Kirishima. That was when you realised the difference between how he treated all his peers. He seemed to rank them - most worthy of his friendship and time to least. Upon witnessing Kirishima - someone pretty high in those “ranks” - interact with him, you noticed the outside perspective. How nice he was to you and Kirishima, compared to people like Midoriya.

Eventually, you grew an odd feeling in your chest whenever he showed up to class. Top buttons undone and without a tie. Or when you caught a glimpse of his ember swirling eyes. Not to mention during training, rocking up in that hero costume of his.

You even began to play a little game. Testing him to see how long you could pester, order, or genuinely annoy him before he literally exploded at you. More and more of late, that time stretched. Unfortunately, your little experiment didn’t go unnoticed. All the girls of 1A knew, questioning you about it. You passed it off as something you thought would be funny. Only Mina saw right through you. She knew you liked him and constantly teased you about it to no end. Midoriya and Kirishima were the only others to notice you pushing his buttons more than usual lately.

Uraraka’s voice broke through your elaborate train of thought, “Y/N...”

“Yeah?” You answered.

“Do you have any idea where Deku is?” Her voice trembled slightly, her cheeks going slightly pinker as she rubbed the back of her neck. She couldn’t be more obvious about her crush on Midoriya, so you had nothing to worry about. “He hasn’t come back since Bakugo said he wanted to talk to him. I’m kind of worried about him.”

A huff left your lips, “In all honesty, I am too. There’s no telling what Bakugo wanted to talk to him about.”

“He might be seeking girl advice,” Mina chimed in, sending a sly wink in your direction.

You immediately took a long sip of your drink, hoping the cup hid your slight blush as you furrowed your eyebrows at Mina.

“I highly doubt it,” Tsuyu placed a finger to her chin in thought, “I’m not sure that Bakugo would need that kind of advice. Especially not from Midoriya.” Your gaze fell.

“He probably wants to kill him,” Jirou shrugged her shoulders, taking a sip from her own drink.

Jirou’s comment silenced the group of 1A girls. Only condescending sipping of drinks and the guys chattering filled your ears. Your attention left your drink to the sound of shuffling feet approaching. Bright yellow eyes met yours when the source of the shuffling feet sat beside you.

“Ladies,” Kaminari’s smooth voice wooed as he rested his arms on the back of the couch, “What’re you guys talking about?”

Dyed red hair, held up by a graphic bandana, flashed your peripheral vision as Kirishima took a seat next to you. He pouted slightly when you flashed him an almost sarcastic smile. The pout couldn’t mask that he could see right through you. Worry for Bakugo plagued your mind. There was no doubt Midoriya had improved his ability to use his quirk. If Bakugo had indeed wanted to fight him, he definitely underestimated him.

“I’m sure he’s just in bed, Y/N,” Kirishima placed a hand on your shoulder, “It is way past eight-thirty.”

You stifled a small giggle, nodding at Kirishima’s words and mentally thanked him for his optimistic nature. You continued to sip your drink in silence, occasionally tuning in to Mina and Kaminari’s chaotic conversation. Overall, you felt the homeliness of this family created through 1A. A homeliness soon to be destroyed.

A loud bang caused everyone to close their mouths, the worst case scenario filled your head. Luckily, when you followed it to its source, it came to a slammed door. An easy answer came to your mind; the wind. However, standing before the door stood Bakugo and Midoriya. Both definitely looking a bit rough around the edges. A gauze on each cheek, they looked defeated. They refused to reach each other’s eyes, or any other pair staring them.

You cautiously planted your cup on the coaster before you, as if you were afraid of agitating Bakugo, easily spotting the anger and emotion in his ruby eyes.

“Bakugo and Midoriya!” Iida rushed over to them in a flash, his arms chopping up and down in anger, “Where on earth have you been? Why do you look like you just got into another brawl with some villains?”

“Shut the hell up, four-eyes,” Bakugo snapped, grumbling to himself. He stuffed his hands into his pockets, before storming past the couches.

Before anyone could stop you, you leapt to your feet. Your drink left behind, you rushed after Bakugo. The blanket around your shoulders flowed behind you like a cape, you called out to the angry blond, “Bakugo!”

Bakugo ignored you, continuing up the stairs. Hurriedly, you sped up the stairs and overtook him.

Your body blocked his, “Bakugo, what the hell happened?”

His head continued to hang low, his blond hair falling to obscure his eyes from view as you desperately tried to meet them. Scratches, grazes and cuts littered his face and arms, some covered up with gauze. The two gauzes on his cheeks mirrored each other, lightly stained in blood. Dust and dirt smudged up his arms; his wounds weren’t properly cleaned. His hands stuffed in his baggy sweatpants shook slightly, from both physical and emotional pain.

“Shut up, Y/N,” Bakugo’s wavering voice protested, failing at any attempted aggression, “I don’t need to tell you shit.”

You heaved in a shaky breath, “True, but I want to know. I might be able to help you.”

“You can’t help me,” his voice raised, causing you to step back. You really wished you could see his eyes, to see what kind of pain he was in.

“You won’t know that until you tell me what’s wrong,” you sighed, trying your best to stay calm and not snap back.

“Get out of my way...”

Bakugo harshly barged his shoulder into yours, causing you to stumble to the side slightly. You stepped after him as he continued to his dorm, the most likely place you imagined he would storm off to. You caught up again, flinging an arm out in front of him. His warm, sweaty hand latched onto your forearm. Your heart skipped a beat, relishing the ironically soft touch.

However, the softness of his touch contradicted his tone, “Y/N, move... right now...”

“Bakugo!” You cried, not afraid of the slightly startled boy before you. 

You didn’t budge or flinch as you laced your fingers between the ones he gripped onto your forearm with. With a soft touch, you lifted his chin upwards to get a perfect view of his face. 

His cut up face held the softest expression you had ever seen. No crease sat between his eyebrows, grazes over his forehead. The gauzes taped to his cheeks hid the worst of his face injuries, letting a small amount of blood to seep through it. His eyes glistened with tears, about to be spilt. They stung red, from previous tears.

Katsuki Bakugo stood before you, with tears in his eyes.

The Katsuki Bakugo.

“You can tell me, you know,” You hushed, once his bloodshot eyes met your sympathetic ones, “I’ve always been there for you, like when you got your hearing aids.”

One hand still holding his, you let the other one slip up to expose the small black device in his left ear. It wrapped around the back, resting behind his ear. A soft sympathetic smile graced your features, as Bakugo squeezed his eyes shut. He entered a vulnerable state, allowing you to wrap an arm around his lower neck and pull him into a hug.

“Please...” You whispered, “It’s better if you let it all out.”

Bakugo awkwardly stepped out of the hug, slipping his hand out of your grip. His eyebrows creased again, squinting his eyes to hold back any tears. He shoved his hands into his pockets, and refused to meet your eyes again.

“I’m just fucking pissed!” He raised his voice again, “I’m pissed at myself. At damn Deku! How did he become someone so damn special? And I didn’t!? When I finally get fucking recognised for something... it’s because I ended All Might! Why me?”

Your breath hitched. All of Bakugo’s pain unloaded onto you. All Might’s end happened a small while ago. He held this guilt in for that long? No wonder he was angry. In a way, you felt privileged and relieved Bakugo opened up to you. You always tried to be there for him. You wished you could have been there earlier, to stop him ever feeling like this in the first place.

“Bakugo...” You hushed his uneven breathing. It almost sounded like he was about to have a panic attack, “You couldn’t have prevented it. No one knew that it was going to happen. The last person who should be blaming themselves is you.”

“I could have done something! All I did was stand and watch. I left as soon as I saw you call out to me. Damn it!”

“Look at me, Bakugo,” digging into his pockets, you removed his hands from them and held them in your own, “If you didn’t leave when I called you, not only All Might would have ended. You would have too. And I don’t know what I would ever do if you did.”

A sharp inhale came from Bakugo’s parted lips, before he trailed off, “Da-damn it...”

“I care about you, Baku,” you let your thumbs run small uncoordinated circles on the back of his warm veiny hands. You couldn’t force yourself to look into his eyes, afraid of how he would respond. “I care more than you can ever imagine.”

“I- I-, fuck...” He couldn’t form sentences, let alone words. You, of course, couldn’t blame him. Not only because of his current emotional state, but you knew it would take a little bit more to get something so sincere out of Bakugo.

“It’s okay,” you finally met his red eyes, trying to mask the glossiness of your own, “It’s okay if you don’t return my feelings... I won’t take it too harshly.”

A small cocky grin slid its way onto Bakugo’s disheartened features, “Who said I didn’t, baka.”

Little giggles left your mouth as you wrapped your arms around his neck. A newfound sense of confidence filled you. Not only did you let the burden of your confession lift off your chest, but he reciprocated the feelings. You couldn’t wait to tell Mina all about it.

“Now...” All sadness and sorrow had drained from Bakugo, a sudden huskiness melted off his words, “Let me claim you as mine.”

“Wait, wha-” Without warning, Bakugo cut you off by pushing you forward towards the elevator at the end of the corridor. A small laugh left you again upon witnessing the determination - no matter what it was for - return to Bakugo. The Katsuki Bakugo you knew and loved was back.

Without letting go of your wrist, Bakugo frantically pressed the elevator button, “Hurry up, you damn elevator!”

“Yelling at it want make it come faster, you know.”

“Shut up, Y/N.”

Once the elevator pinged, the doors slid open. Bakugo rushed you inside, turning around to watch as the doors slid shut again. No words were spoken, both of you urgently watching the elevator travel up to the level his dorm stood located in. You adjusted your hand in Bakugo’s grip, only for him to squeeze your hand tighter. The small action caused a tiny smile to tug at your lips in satisfaction. Damn, it felt good to finally have him.

The travelling between the elevator and Bakugo’s dorms happened so quickly it was all a blur. The only thing you knew was the sound of the door slamming behind you, before you were back up against the wall beside it.

Bakugo’s rough, calloused hands pinned your wrists to your side. There was no time to protest before the gap between you two closed. Your lips roughly fought against his a loosing battle. His lips felt chapped but soft at the same time. The taste of nitroglycerin lingered between your lips, the smell of caramel wafting into your nostrils. His hands let go of your wrists, finding a new home firmly on your hips only to press you further against the wall. Hands now free, they rushed into his hair. Silky blond locks weaved in and out of your fingers before you ran them down his neck to grip his shoulders.

The tickling of his tongue on your bottom lip begged your lips open, allowing it to slip inside your mouth. You desperately fought against his rough movements, only to lose. He took complete dominance as he slipped a knee between your thighs and propped you even further up the wall. In retaliation, you wrapped your legs around his waist, so he supported your full weight. Your crotch shamelessly pressed against his lower abdomen.

A gasp left your mouth as his warm hands glided up your curves and beneath your shirt. Bakugo’s skilled fingers ran patterns on the soft skin of your back, sending countless satisfied shivers up your spine. Your mouths continued to move in sink as his fingers slid along the skin just beneath your bra. The moan that escaped your mouth sent a wicked smirk onto Bakugo’s lips. Without warning, Bakugo’s lips left yours and attached to the soft skin of your jaw. You tilted your head to the side to give him more access to trail kisses down the curve of your neck. At the same time, one of his hands ran to the clasp of your bra. He fiddled with it, desperately trying to unclasp it before he gave up and detached his warm mouth from your neck.

“Damn it,” his warm moist breath tickled your neck, “How does this shitty thing work?”

You let a laugh leave your lips as you arched your back for your own hands to slip up your shirt. In an instant, you had detached it. The bra lacked straps, causing it to immediately drop to the floor.

A growl left Bakugo as he began sucking on the soft flesh of your neck. His warm, wet tongue pressed and flicked against it. The occasional sensation of his teeth grazing over your neck made a shiver slide up your spine. Bakugo’s large hands travelled back to the front, fanning over you exposed breasts. They travelled over them until he lightly fondled them in his hand, squeezing gently. Your hands on his shoulders quickly gripped onto the fabric of his black tank top. One of his thumbs flicked over your hardened nipple, causing his name to fall from your mouth in a pleasurable moan.

Bakugo greedily grunted, whispering against your neck, “Yeah, I like that, Y/N...”

His tongue continued to trail over your skin, sucking and flicking until he pulled away. Your eyes fluttered open, leaning down to press your forehead against his. Slowly, Bakugo’s hands trailed back down your sides and pulled out of your shirt. Your feet made it safely back down to the ground. When you attempted to meet Bakugo’s eyes, you found them trailing over purple bruises covering your neck, continuing up to the start of your jaw.

“Now you’re mine,” Bakugo brought you into a safe hug, letting you rest your head into the crevice of his neck. Your eyes squeezed shut again, delving yourself completely into his sent of caramel.

“As far as first kisses go,” you teased, letting a cheeky grin slide onto your face, “that wasn’t half bad.”

“Damn well, it wasn’t half bad!” His voice lifted higher, a familiar angry tone taking over. An even bigger smile came to your face once you realised he had almost completely forgotten the predicament he was in previously. “That better have been the best kiss ever!”

A little string of laughs left you, “Yeah, yeah. It was the best. You got me there.”

The silence continued for a little longer, until Bakugo retreated out of the hug. He cleared his throat before turning away from you. You took the opportunity to rush to his mirror, observing the damage he had done. A dozen or so purple hickies littered across your neck. They travelled all the way to your jaw and almost your ears. It would take a lot of foundation to cover those up, you thought.

“I’m definitely yours, it seems,” you turned to Bakugo, who only grunted, “I almost look as beat up as you.”

“I’m fine,” came his reply.

“You still need to clean those wounds and cover them up.”

“I don’t need Recovery Girl.”

“No, we shouldn’t bother Recovery Girl right now. I’d be happy to do it for you in the girls bathroom. Mr Aizawa is long gone, don’t worry about him catching us.”

“What about your annoying extras?”

“If any of the girls come in, I’m sure they’ll understand and make a pretty quick exit. I promise.”

Bakugo huffed in reply as you tilted your head in the direction of the door. You made your way to the door. As you reached out for the door handle, a bundle of black was thrown at you.

“Cover up, damn it,” Bakugo shoved his hands in his pockets and joined you by the door, “You don’t even have a bra on.”

“Oh, yeah,” you hurriedly unfolded the black clothing item, to find it was one of Bakugo’s plain black hoodies. You slipped it over your head and let it drop down a little further than your hoodies usually would. Caramel scent engulfed you, making it clear it hadn’t been washed since the last wear. Normally, that would disgust you, but it was your boyfriend’s. You plotted how long you were going to hold onto it in your head as you bundled the hood around your neck.

You gestured to yourself, only to receive a shrug from Bakugo. The shrug couldn’t hide the tiny reddish tint on his cheeks from the sight of you in his clothes. A victorious smile made it to your face, and you opened the door.

The journey to the girl’s bathrooms was uninterrupted. You led him there, linking pinkies the whole way. He hesitated to walk through the door, after all it was the female bathroom. The door shut suddenly behind you as you pointed Bakugo to sit on the bathroom counter. Swinging open the cabinet above the sink, you pulled out a small box of first aid supplies. You placed you hands on your hips after allocating the box a spot next to Bakugo.

“Take your shirt off,” you demanded, the authoritative tone desperately hiding the redness of your ears.

“Why?” Bakugo grumbled, mocking you with arms crossed.

“So I can see if you have any further injuries,” You opened the first aid box, pulling out a dry rag. Out of the corner of your eye, you spied Bakugo lifting his tank top over his head to reveal his toned chest and abs as you ran cold water over the rag. Wringing it of excess water, you turned to see him checking himself over for any injuries.

“Nothing,” Bakugo bluntly replied.

“Yes, but your ribs are bruised,” you pointed at the green patches of flesh along his sides. The mirror didn’t indicate any wounds or bruises on his back. Without warning, you dragged the moist rag over the bruises. A few droplets of water rolled down his chiseled stomach as he pulled back.

“That shit is cold!” Bakugo exclaimed, “I’m getting wet now, damn it!”

“It’s a rag with water, what did you expect?” You hummed, continuing to trace the bruised ribs softly with the rag. You leaned over the counter to grab hold of his closest hand, resting your sover it. “Stay still.”

Once you had finished, you gently gripped one of his forearms. The cloth traced his skin, washing it clean. You had to scrub it softly at some points, but avoided any of the open grazes and cuts. You travelled the cloth to run over his biceps, this time lightly dabbing at the largest graze. Your skilled hands couldn’t hide the blush on your face, especially with his fiery eyes watching your every move. They occasionally shifted to your concentrated features.

The cloth quickly passed over his shoulders and chest, before repeating the process on his other arm. This one wasn’t as scratched up as the other, making your job a lot simpler. Once you finished, you took a step back over to the sink.

“You’re probably gonna hate what I’m about to do,” you sighed, wringing out the rag after rinsing it.

“What are you gonna do?” He demanded, less agitated than he usually would be.

You didn’t answer with words but with your actions. Stopping the dripping of the rag, you dragged it around the gauze on his cheek. His hand swiped up, grabbing your wrist and pulling my hand away from his face.

“Die shitty rag! How dare you come near my face!”

A full hearted laugh left your lips, your head tilting back, “I’m trying to help you, baka. Please let me.”

Bakugo studied your face for a short while, until he ripped his eyes away, “Fine.” He left his cheek exposed, letting you place the rag back onto it. All the dust and ash had been scrubbed from his cheeks and nose. You softly dragged the rag over his forehead, softly dabbing it over a shallow graze. Once, your hand pulled away, you leaned up to place a soft kiss on his forehead.

“Are you done?” Bakugo rolled his eyes, pressing his bare back against the mirror.

You shook your head, “Nope. Not even close.” You placed the damp rag in the sink, digging around in the first aid box again. Bakugo groaned in annoyance, causing you to smile and shake your head again.

Cold plastic slipped between your finger tips - a small bottle of antiseptic. Pulling it out, you placed a few cotton balls next to it. Carefully, you dropped a small amount of antiseptic onto the cotton ball. You lifted it towards Bakugo, who grimaced at the sight.

“I can’t promise this won’t hurt,” you hissed in empathy, hesitantly detaching he hand from the counter. Pulling his arm closer, you dabbed the cotton ball onto one of the shallow grazes on his forearm.

Bakugo immediately pulled back, “Antiseptic can die!” You smiled, knowing that was his way of saying that it stung.

“It’s gonna sting a little bit,” you rolled your eyes, “I did tell you that.”

Your hand swiped out to grab his wrist in it again as he constantly ripped it away, “Katsuki Bakugo! It’ll get infected and hurt even more if you don’t let me do this!” You exclaimed in a playful seriousness.

“Say that again,” the grimace on Bakugo!s face dropped, his features now softer.

“It’ll get infected?”

“No, baka. My name.”

“Your name? Katsuki Bakugo?”

The smirk on his face now unmistakable, he placed a hand on your waist, “Yeah, call me Katsuki. I like when you say my name.”

A similar smirk crossed your face as you placed a hand over his on your waist. Without warning him, you took the cotton ball and frantically dabbed it onto the next graze. Katsuki grunted, whipping his arm out of your reach.

His eyes remained glued in the victimised graze, “What the hell? That was a dirty trick!”

“It worked, though,” you replied, drenching a new cotton ball in antiseptic, “That’s all that matters.”

“Whatever.”

Eventually, he gave up fighting against you, allowing you to finish applying antiseptic to grazes and cuts on his arms and shoulders without much fuss. You left the injuries covered by the gauze on his cheeks alone, immediately tending to the largest and most tender graze on his forehead. With your free hand, you pushed back his blond hair that shaded it. You kept that hand lovingly caressing the start of his hairline, while the other hesitantly dabbed at the graze.

Katsuki hissed through his teeth, causing you to slip your hand down the side of his face. You held his cheek in your palm and sent him an apologetic look.

“I’m sorry,” you placed the cotton ball down into the small pile of used ones under Katsuki’s observant gaze.

“I think I’m going to leave that one exposed. It needs to dry out to heal properly,” you explained thoroughly. A grunt left Katsuki as you pulled out more gauzes and a roll of bandage.

After a silent moment, you had successfully wrapped up his entire right forearm in a bandage. A large gauze covered a wide but shallow graze on his left shoulder and a couple of smaller ones littered over some small ones on his left bicep.

As you began to quietly pack up the first aid box, you felt a pair of arms slide around your waist. You stood on your tippy-toes to place it back in the cabinet, only for the limbs to wrap around you tighter. Katsuki’s breathtaking red eyes met yours in the reflection of the mirror, where you swayed in his arms in contentment.

“When I’m let off this shitty house arrest,” Katsuki grumbled into your marked neck from your previous activities, “I’m taking you out.”

“Yeah,” you laughed, leaning your head against his, “I’d love to, Katsuki.”

“It wasn’t a choice.”

A giggle left your lips, leaving both of you happy as you stood in each other’s arms.

I’m still alive!!

School’s been taking a toll on me but I hope to get back to writing in the next week or so...

Requests are always open so I’d love if you’d send some in! ~ ❤️

BNHA boys when you cook together

Summary: How would Bakugo, Todoroki, Kaminari, Kirishima and Midoriya go when you have the house to yourself and want to use the kitchen?

A/N: This was also a little bit rushed, I’m trying to get a few things out while I write a larger fic... (Todoroki’s part made me so soft ngl) Please Enjoy!!

Bakugo:

Usually, he’d tell you to stay out of the kitchen

Maybe because he thought you would hurt yourself or if he was trying to treat you to a meal

Yells at you if you try to help, but you laugh it off

Have fun trying to tell him the whole point of your date was to cook together

After some major convincing, he lets you into his mother’s kitchen

Both of his parents were out, leaving the two of you alone

Mitsuki had purposefully made sure she was out of the house so you two could cook without her interfering

Bakugo struggles with letting you do things, not because he didn't trust you...

Yes, it was because he didn’t trust you

He takes cooking very seriously, so he certainly took charge

“Hey, do you need any help slicing the vegetables?”

“NO GO SIT DOWN”

“Katsuki, the whole point was for us to cook together!”

You sneak in and began preparing the meat behind him

He knew exactly what you were doing, but he didn’t stop you because he felt slightly guilty for ruining what was supposed to be a date

Still yells at you if it smells a bit burnt, though

Criticises every move you make, but only because he feels like he needs to yell at something

You laugh at him, though, nudging him as he scoops the vegetables into a bowl

Tucking a stray hair behind your ear, you focused on transferring the meat from the pan to two plates

What you didn’t notice was how Bakugo had stopped in his tracks

His eyes were unwavering, trained on your face

The focused glisten in your eyes as you arranged the meat had him mesmerised

He thought he could get away with staring

But you turned to see him directly at you

“Hey, aren’t you supposed to be finishing the vegetables?”

“Tsk, I was thinking about finishing off the other food in the kitchen”

“Katsuki!”

“I MEANT THE MEAT, IDIOT”

Todoroki:

This boy is lost in the kitchen without you

Before you started dating, the only thing he knew how to make was cold soba

The first time you were alone in your home together and you asked Todoroki if you could make something, he was clueless

He insisted that you decide and that he would do it for you

After pulling out the equipment and ingredients for a simple rice bowl, you left him alone

You had full trust in him

He was smart enough, right?

However, he stood at the bench and stared at the recipe for nearly ten minutes

His lips were slightly parted and his eyebrows were furrowed as he studied that which was in front of him

He didn’t want to have to disrupt you by asking for help

You began to get worried, not hearing any movement from the kitchen

You got up, and hurried from your room to where Todoroki stood

“Shouto?”

He jumped, putting down the bag of rice he had been glaring at

The expression on his face made you laugh

“Can’t figure out how to cook the rice, hey? What do you need help with?”

“Everything”

“Everything?”

You couldn't help but laugh at him, especially at how his left side turned slightly pink

“It’s okay, Sho. I couldn’t figure out the rice cooker my first time either”

Reassuring him that you weren’t making fun of him, you took him through the steps of making the rice bowl

He started to get the hang of it, insisting that he could cut the vegetables and prepare the little bit of beef

Of course, you stayed close by, monitoring each of his movements

Slowly, he became quick confident in his skills, proud of his meal that he presented to you

The beef was a little burnt and the chives were shredded, but it was his tiny smile of achievement that made you love the meal even more

Cooking together became a fun little date thing for the two of you

You helped familiarise him with many forms of baking and he appreciated it heaps

It paid off, because he was always so proud of his cooking that he’d save you a bit for lunch the next day

Kaminari:

Get him out of the kitchen right now

Kaminari thinks he’s good, and he knows his way around the space, I feel

But something always goes wrong

Mostly over the stove, in the oven, or the microwave, of course

Unfortunately, you couldn’t really cook either

When it came to cooking, the two of you shared one braincell that bounced between you

But that braincell would think that you didn’t need to put water in the pot with the noodles when you cook it

You were screwed

It was Kaminari’s idea to cook a simple chocolate cake packet mix, because you had the responsibility to realise you shouldn’t suggest it

When you saw that it was a packet mix, you agreed

This idiot would try to be funny and mix the dry mix together, only to inhale it and start a massive coughing fit

The eggs would definitely leave a bit of shell in the batter

You’d get ahead of yourself, forgetting to melt the butter before adding it to the mix

The two of you would try to mix the butter into the batter together

Hands over each other’s on the spoon, you slowly began to cream the butter

It took a massive amount of effort and strength, but there were still frozen butter chunks left over

“Hey, maybe I could melt it with a few sparks!”

“Denki, no”

He thinks he’s being smart and innovative but he’s just special

The milk was the only thing that went successfully, measuring the right amount and only having a tiny spillage

You poured the batter into the cake tin and set the timer and heat to what was advised on the package

To distract him from setting the oven no fire, you led him to the couch

The two of you many or many not have snuck in a cheeky makeout session

When the oven’s timer went off, you both bolted to the kitchen

Fixing yourselves up first, of course

Kaminari almost forgot to put on oven mitts and went to grab the burning hot tin with his bare hands

The cake was a little burnt and you could see some chunks of butter that still hadn’t melted, somehow

But, when Kami went to get the cake out of the tin, he stopped

“Babe, did you lube the tin up?”

“No...”

“Damn it”

Yeah, you couldn’t get the cake out of the tin

Kirishima:

Sunshine boy’s actually quite good in the kitchen

Mainly because he’s able to improvise when something goes wrong with a happy attitude

He always gets his meat perfectly cooked, you don’t know how

You’re half decent at cooking too, having done some at school

The only thing that you struggled with was meat, which was perfect when you started dating Kiri

You both cook quite regularly together, especially on study dates to take a break

Kirishima would say it was unmanly to make you cook alone, even if you wanted to

Yes, Kiri, it is manly to help a lady in the kitchen, you’d think

Honestly, you’re whole relationship is you being super proud of him

But anyways

He’s more likely to forget the smaller things

Like, you could be halfway through preparing something for the oven when you call to him without taking your eyes off the food

“Hey, is the oven preheating, handsome?”

“Uh, I’ll do that right now”

Or, you could be preparing a fruit salad, and he dumped a bunch of cut strawberries into the bowl

“Did you wash those, Eijiro?”

“Argh, damn it, I’ll do it now. Sorry, pebble”

“Don’t worry about it”

You’d laugh at how he got flustered about forgetting when it wasn’t a big deal

He’s just trying to impress you, please let him

Doesn’t let you use one of the big knives

If you have to use it, or you insist you’ll be fine, he’ll be hovering over your shoulder just to make sure you don’t get hurt

Anything in the kitchen that poses any threat to your safety he’s doing

You manage to convince him otherwise, but if you do get hurt...

That’s another topic for another day

Whatever the two of you were making would be made to perfection, maybe not Bakugo’s standard but just the way you like it

Remember, in the kitchen with Kiri, you always come first

Midoriya:

Surprisingly, you were the one who couldn’t cook in the relationship

No way Midoriya was able to cook by himself either, so he couldn’t take the reigns

Both of you love doing soft things for dates, so cooking together was something that came up in conversation a lot

He was well aware that you only knew how to boil water to make instant noodles, but he didn’t mind

Sure, he wasn’t much better than that either

So, you decided to set aside a day when his mum could teach you

He’d much rather Inko teaching him to cook than some random he paid

To him, his mum’s cooking is the best in the world

Of course you let out an ‘aw’ when he said that

When the day arrived, Inko had chosen a meal for the both of you to make with her guidance

Katsudon - Midoriya’s favourite

He was so excited that you couldn’t help but giggle

Inko knew this was supposed to be a date for the two of you, so she gave you the instructions and a few pointers

At the beginning, she watched on for a distance

Midoriya would mumble to himself about measuring the ingredients in cups instead of grams

While he’s still trying to calculate it, you had already poured it into the bowl dedicated for the sauce

He apologises for getting distracted, which you wave off

You always found his mumbling moments cute

Once she saw that you two were capable, Inko told you to call out to her when you needed help and left you two alone

Now it was finally a more of a date setting, not that you minded Inko’s presence at all

Midoriya immediately got more mumbly and blushy when you were alone

Mostly because he was kind of freaking out that something would go wrong

“Izuku, baby, the rice is done”

“Oh, of- of course... I’ll get it”

Everything was going relatively smoothly anyway, that was until you had to crumb the pork

Both of you were at a loss, so you called in Inko for help

Midoriya constantly mumbled almost the entire time when Inko wasn’t in the kitchen

This caused for you to have to hold his hand to calm him down

Baby boy thanked you so much, claiming that you were mainly the one to cook

Which was true, he constantly found himself asking for your help

You didn’t mind, finding the whole situation really cute

The katsudon might not have been the best, but he loved it

That was because his two favourite people helped him make it

Slowly, as he got more confident in the kitchen, he’d make you small things all the time

But, being a mama’s boy, there was always a bit of Inko flare

First “I love you”s with the BNHA Boys

Bakugo, Shinso, Kirishima

Summary: How I think some of my favs would say their first ily and when it would be in the relationship. Pretty much first major confession stories...

A/N: So sorry for inactivity. I always get way too carried away with these sorts of headcanons... Let me know if you guys want a part two with maybe some pro heroes, villains, or maybe more students?? 

Bakugo:

Yeah, Bakugo sucks at words

Bakugo said his quite far into the relationship, let’s be real

To begin with, his love language was actions, not words

So when he realised that he needed to say it at some point or you may get upset with him, he panicked 

I’m sure you were incredibly accepting of his form of affection, slightly aggressive or not, that you weren't pressing for him to say it

You knew he would be uncomfortable with it, so you make it your mission to say it to him first

That way he could feel either relieved that you said first, confident enough to say it himself when he was ready, or let it out at the same time

Spoiler: it was the latter 

You both blurted it out together

The two of you were in a fight, nothing unusual 

However, it wasn’t one of the playful ones that more commonly end with you giggling and pleading for his mercy as he tickled you

You’d never yell in those sorts of fights, and neither would he

But this one was serious

The points and arguments attacking each other were incredibly personal, but both sides were very unselfish

For example, you said: “Your inferiority complex is what makes you this way and you’re gonna push yourself too hard one day!”

To which he’d reply with: “Look at you, if you want to play hero let me do what I want and focus on yourself. Don’t waste your time on me when I’m perfectly fine”

You get the idea

All you wanted was for him to look after himself

Once you believed the fight was incredibly stupid, you stormed off

Bakugo of course tried to catch up with you only for you to slam a door in his face, which you instantly regretted

It took you a good half an hour to open the door again

Bakugo stood up immediately at the sight of your puffy eyes

He felt awful 

But the three words came out as follows:

“Katsuki... I’m sorry”

“No, I am”

“Katsu, please, you know that I get worked up”

“And I do too”

There was a pause, neither of you knowing who would speak first

That’s when you spoke at the same time

“I only said what I said because I love you and care about you”

“I almost pushed you away because I love you so much, dumbass”

“What did you say?”

“Huh”

You got him to repeat himself, and he mumbled it shyly

You awed, hurrying up to him to pull him tightly into your chest and reassured him softly

He was too shocked to get emotional or cry

He was mainly relieved that you said it too, because as soon as that fight picked up, he was afraid you didn’t

Now that it was off his chest, he was relieved

And knowing everything that you did was because you loved him back made him feel so much better

But he made sure that you both said it often enough to avoid doubt

Shinso:

My soft purple boy...

He knew he loved you instantly, much like most of the boys on this list

He had finally found someone with similar interests as him, same sense of humour, same goals, and loved cats too

Best of all, you never assumed anything because of his quirk

And with Shinso’s childhood, encountering someone who thought nothing like those other kids, he wanted to hold onto you forever

You feeling safe around him wasn’t something that grew over time after meeting him

It was instantaneous 

You had introduced yourself to him and he cocked an eyebrow at you

“Aren’t you scared?”

“Scared? Why would I be scared?”

“Don’t you know I’m the kid with the brainwash quirk that everyone says to ‘beware’?”

“Oh, yeah. I knew”

“Then why did you approach me?”

“I don’t know, I thought your quirk was actually really cool and wanted to know why your in the general department and not in the hero department”

That was the first time he had ever heard someone talk about his quirk in such a way

He’d be lying if he said that he didn’t fall in love instantly as you took a seat next to him and began ranting about how rigged the entrance exam was

I didn’t mean to get into a whole backstory so lets hurry with the confession:

You two weren’t even dating yet when he said it

And it wasn’t even that far into your friendship that he let it slip

The two of you had stopped into a cat cafe on the way home from UA

You had already finished eating and were busy playing with the numerous cats surrounding your table

After all, Shinso was a cat magnet

You cooed at a kitten in your lap, talking to it in your baby voice

Shinso sat across from you, chin resting in his hand smiling fondly to himself

The fact that he loved you was so apparent to him that he almost forgot that you didn’t know

For some reason, he had forgotten that you really couldn’t read his mind, even though you were so similar to him

At this point, your teasing but genuine affection had made Shinso forget that you weren't dating

Being around each other was so comfortable 

He never had been so blessed

While you played with the cat, he sighed

“Damn... I love you...”

“:0” 

“:|”

The boy had the audacity to clear his throat and pretend he didn’t say it, like it was a ghost or something that had whispered it so softly and meaningfully in a voice that sounded just like his voice..? 

Of course you knew it was him

“Do you mean it?”

“Mean what?”

“>:[”

“Yes?”

“This is so sudden... I mean we’re not even dating? Do I say it back now? How long have you felt this way? Do I have to meet your parents now? Wait, do you even want a relationship? No-”

Shinso leaned over the table and placed his hand over your mouth to hush you

“It was an accident, okay? I didn’t mean to say it so soon”

You peel his large hand off your mouth

“No, it’s fine... I’m kind of relieved...”

“Why’s that?”

“I was going to ask you out after this... and I didn’t know if you’d say yes”

You laughed nervously, turning back to the cat and avoided Shinso’s eyes

Let’s just say that he definitely said yes and that spot in the cat cafe became his favourite place ever

You said that you loved him right after he agreed to date you

Kirishima:

Kiri! Kiri! Kiri! Kiri!

Words are 100% his thing!

In fact, after you started dating, he couldn’t wait to say it!

He would have said it as soon as you agreed to date him if it wasn’t for his plan that he had come up with as soon as he realised he had a crush on you

This plan of his consisted of him confessing that he loves you after a long date that ended with you two stargazing on a hill with candles and sandwiches and blankets and-

Argh, it was going to be perfect!

Originally, he intended jump right into it and ask you to hang out then take you to the arcade, then to lunch, then the festival, then across the lake, then to the park as friends! 

Denki thought it was stupid that he’d go through all that effort without knowing if you even liked him back!

So, with Denki’s “experience”, he instructed Kirishima on a new 20 step plan in order to say it at the right moment

Kiri, being so lovestruck, he could only listen to him

The first date he asked you on was a simple study date

According to Denki’s plan, Kiri was to take baby steps in order to build up to a date of that magnitude

With Kirishima being the sunshine boy he is, every date was a blast (even the study one)

As it came to the completion of the 20 step plan, Kiri began to grow nervous

Remember how I said words are 100% his thing?

Well, at least they were

Before the big day at least

He was incredible fidgety the entire time, from when you got to the arcade to when you hopped onto the boat to cross the lake

You weren’t stupid, you noticed how his laughter faded out quickly as how he avoided your eyes more often than not

It caused you to get a bit anxious yourself, making the boat ride over to the park incredibly awkward

You usually relied on him to bounce back on, but now...

Why was he even anxious? The date had gone perfectly!

You looked like you had enjoyed yourself, so why was he questioning if you would love him back?

Nonetheless, he led you to the exactly place on the hill he had planned it to happen three months ago

You rolled out the picnic blanket, lit the candles, ate the sandwiches and waited for the sun to go down

The temperature dropped, causing you to shiver, just like Kiri planned

So he took out the blanket and wrapped it around your shoulders, much more awkwardly than he had watched on repeat in his head for months

But you took it with a smile, and he loosened up a bit

When it became dark enough for you to see the stars, you lay down on wrapped in the blanket

Your eyes were filled with wonder as you found yourself absent-mindedly telling Kiri about the different stars

That’s when Kiri found his hand itching for the speech that he stashed into his pocket after rewriting it over and over again

He was sure he had formulated his words right

But at that moment, seeing you just as he had dreamed in this perfect moment, but only more beautiful, he realised it would never go as he planned

“And I think that one is Sirius. It’s got to be the brightest star”

“Y/N”

“Yes?”

“I want to tell you something”

You’re heart dropped

“What is it?”

“I’m so in love with you, you have no idea. Ever since I met you, I thought you were incredible and beautiful... It’s not very manly for me to admit this but... I have literally dreamed of this moment. But none of my dreams could have never prepared me for this. I love you, Y/N, and it’s okay if you don’t love me back”

“Oh thank goodness, I’m so glad that was what you wanted to say”

“Huh?”

“I noticed how fidgety you were and I feared the worst if I’m honest!”

“Oh, no I didn’t want to make you feel that way! I was just nervous that you wouldn’t accept my confession...”

“Of course I do! I love you too!”

He was so relieved, and never regretted the way the confession when down

Since he recovered from his initial nerves, he’d say it constantly and you’d always laugh and reciprocate his words