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a girl? seriously?//katsuki bakugou smau

fem!reader. no quirk au. bnha college au.

an: if you saw me post this like 2 minutes ago, no you didn’t. ANYWAY!! last chapter tomorrow 😢 (and then epilogue😛)

when you’re starting your freshman year at college, you desperately search for a cheap dorming option, even if it’s some hole in the wall. when you see an ad posted for 4 people looking for a 5th dorm mate, you figure this is the best you’re gonna get. at least you have a place to live, right?

prologue. | previous part. | part 17. (soon!)

part 16.

sounds of sizzling filled the apartment as you sat at the kitchen island watching katsuki work his magic on the stove. you had watched him cook many times before, but now it was different. the warmth that enveloped your heart was so comforting as you kept a close eye on him. he was officially your boyfriend. you still couldn’t believe that any of this had even happened. a grin plastered itself on your face as you stared at the way bakugou’s back muscles moved through his shirt as he stirred the food in the pan. katsuki turned to look at you with a lifted brow when he heard a giggle come from behind him.

“what?” he questioned, a smirk formed on his lips.

“you’re so yummy.” you replied back, your smile still widely apparent. bakugou shook his head with a scoff, turning his head pack to the pan on the stove so you couldn’t see his cheeks ignite with red. it was going to take him a minute to get used to the flirting, but he didn’t mind. he was just glad he could finally say you were his.

“stop.” he laughed out. you giggled lightly at his reaction and stood up from your seat, making your way to him. you stood behind him and gently draped you arms around his middle, pulling yourself close to him as you hugged him from behind. a heavy sigh left your nose and you closed your eyes, listening to the muffled sound of his heart from where your ear rested on his back. this was something he would never be able to get enough of. although bakugou wasn’t a huge fan of physical touch, he could spend the rest of his life having you connected to his hip at all times.

“i’m not going to let you help me cook.” he said, seasoning the frying vegetables.

“oh my god, can i not just hug you?” you replied back with a roll of your eyes.

“just making sure you’re not trying to get something out of me here.” you couldn’t see his face but you could sense the smirk from a mile away.

“wow. i guess if that’s how you see me.” you dramatically said, pulling away from him, leaving his back cold from the lack of contact. he rolled his eyes and set the spatula down, turning his body to grab your arm before you got too far.

“you are so dramatic, damn.” he quickly placed a peck on the top of your forehead and let go of your arm, swiftly moving his hands to grab your waist. before you had a second to resist, katsuki had lifted you up with ease, setting you on the counter next to the stove, and he was right back to cooking.

“whatcha makin’?” you tried to distract yourself from the butterflies that had settled in your stomach.

“food.” he responded sarcastically. even if you two were now dating, he was still proving he would never not be an ass. you rolled your eyes and raised a hand to flick his ear. he flinched and glared at you, his mouth open with annoyance. “i’m sick of you.” he stated with a shake of his head, bringing his attention back to the food.

“nuh uh.” you laughed back, inching your way as close to stove as possible so you could be next to katsuki.

“yuh uh.” he gave you a smile and looked into your eyes. the smug look he had on his face was the most attractive thing and you could have pounced on him then and there. his face was right in front of yours now and he placed a kiss on your lips as you giggled at him.

“can you guys stop being boyfriend and girlfriend for 5 seconds. i’m fucking starving.” hanta said as he rounded the corner, now entering the kitchen. you picked up the oven mit on the counter next to you and threw it at him all while bakugou held up two middle fingers at the black haired boy. “you two are already the absolute worst.” he threw the oven mit back at you, nailing you right in the face.

“you eat when i say you can eat, fuck head.” bakugou responded to sero with a stupid grin. you always had a tendency to forget that these boys had known each other way before you were in the picture. you always loved watching them interact; they acted like brothers and it made your heart happy.

when the food had finally been made, everyone eagerly fixed themselves a plate and you all plopped on the couch together. you and katsuki sat close to each other as kaminari turned on the show you had all been watching together. the fact that your first year at college was almost over astounded you. nearly a year spent in this apartment with these stupid boys went by entirely too fast, but you were glad to have built the friendships with them that made your life so much better.

when you polished off your tortellini, you set the plate on the coffee table in front of you. you brought your knees up to your chest and leaned into katsuki, snuggling your head against his arm and wrapping your hands around his bicep. your eyes were glued to the tv, but bakugou’s were stuck on you as he fought back a grin.

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the comforter on your bed wrapped around your body like a cocoon as you scrolled on your phone, your eyelids getting heavy with exhaustion. you jumped slightly when a knock sounded on your bedroom door, but you refused to leave your warm blankets.

“what?” you said loud enough for whoever was there to hear. katsuki swung the door open and took one look at you. his laugh brought a grin to your face.

“what are you doing?” he asked, shutting the door behind him.

“i was cold. don’t make fun of me.” you giggled out as he neared the edge of your bed, staring down at you with his hands tucked in his pockets.

“i’m sleeping in here.” he said, lowering himself onto the mattress.

“says who?” you asked with a raised brow. kicking him out wasn’t an option because you wanted him to stay with you anyway.

“says me. scoot over.” he was fully laid out on your bed now, his head resting on the spare pillow. “give me some damn blanket. don’t hog all of it.” bakugou said, unwrapping the comforter you had completely drowned yourself in. the groan that came from your throat made katsuki chuckle to himself.

“come here.” he said quietly. instead of waiting for you to move yourself to him, he was already sliding his arms around you and pulling you on top of him.

“you are so needy.” you giggled out, bringing a hand up to hold the side of his neck. you planted a line of kisses on his jaw and laid your head down in the crook of his neck. you had never felt so comfortable in your life. the way your body perfectly fit with his felt like finally putting the last piece into a puzzle.

“i’m not needy.” he retaliated, his heart picking up speed at how close you were to him. the way his chest moved against you as he breathed was enough to put you to sleep.

“mhm. sure.” you said closing your eyes and pushing your face further into his neck. your legs intertwined with each other’s and he held you impossibly tighter. if you could sleep inside his rib cage you would.

you gently planted one last kiss on his neck and fell asleep on top of him. katsuki gratefully listened to the sound of your breath coming and going. he stared at the ceiling as he mindlessly played with a strand of your hair. he had never imagined that you would ever want to be this close to him, let alone be his girlfriend. dating was something that hardly crossed his mind. katsuki had always told himself there were better things to worry about. however, now, you were the better thing he wanted to worry about; you were the one thing he wanted to happily spend his time on.

bakugou rested his cheek on your forehead and lightly sighed. he closed his eyes as he brought his free hand up to gently caress your face. katsuki would never sleep without you by his side again.

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I HAD A DREAM ABT BUYING A HOUSE W BKG !

i feel like he is more of a penthouse guy, preferring to be able to wake up and see the whole city from his kitchen but you guys have been dating for close to a 18 months now and he can’t stop thinking about wanting a life with you. not that he doesn’t already have one. he just longs for a more domestic life.

one where he walk into the doors after work to find you just getting home from picking up your kids from daycare. the mini versions of you and him burst through the door to tackle their daddy in a big hug. asking about his day and how they got to see him on TV during lunch today. you would tell them to go get changed into more comfortable cloths and do some chores before dinner and they’re off. despite coming from katsuki - the worst behaving kid in the planet according to his mother - you’re angels are just that, angels. once the kids are off to their rooms he comes up to you and wraps his big strong arms around you, pulling you in for a long needed kiss and hug. “who’s cooking dinner tonight?” he ask, following you into the kitchen. “i was thinking i would. you did it the last two nights, babe. what are you in the mood for?”.

katsuki doesnt follow the realator around the home like you do. he walks quietly around and imagines what having a family in this house would look like. he would walk in and see you in your office, shelves already installed for both of your awards you’ve gotten. or he’d walk further in and see you on the couch with a glass of wine or in the kitchen arguing with your childern on why we couldn’t have pancakes for dinner. or just maybe he’d go down the first hall and see you cradling your newborn back to sleep.

he goes to the master bedroom where he sees his imaginary version of you already in bed, scolding him for not answering his phone if he’s going to be out late on patrol. or perhaps youre in the bath. the big porcelain bathtub that could definitely hold the two of you and all your body and hair care crap.

he passes you and the realitor talking about the walls or the sunroom or whatever. he wanders to the living room. with big sliding glass doors touching from the floor to the ceiling. he goes outside and knows exactly what you’re going to say when you come out here. “kat, babe where’d you go- OH MY GOODNESS this is the perfect little area for my garden!” you say coming out behind him. yep. he knows you all too well. and he knows this is the perfect place to start a new part of his life with you.

“alright so Mr. Dynamite, like i was telling your partner, this home offers 5,700 square feet-“ hell yeah- 300 sqf bigger than deku’s.

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I come back to this so often…

can i request y/n’s reaction to toji going to jail? like was she there for the arrest.. how did toji break the news?

partial continuation to this ask !

his crime is finally revealed ! mwahaaha. if i printed out every comment asking me to assign him a crime to go along with his prison sentence i’d be able to cover the state of texas. probs my longest work! and this isn’t even that long so what does that say about me? (poor work ethic)

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content: angst, hurt/comfort, lots of fighting, themes of incarceration

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“can i ask you something?” you mumble, rolling onto your stomach to address your boyfriend face to face.

toji pauses, then nods, blowing an acrid plume of smoke towards the ceiling before passing you the cigarette he had pinched between two fingers.

a buzzer sounds from the tv in front of you followed by a sea of excited cheers.

“fuck!” he curses. bringing his fist down on the mattress. “i have 6 grand on this fucking match.”

you wait for his hand to unclench before tapping him, reminding him of your inquiry.

“yeah— yeah. what’s up?” he mumbles, squeezing the fat of your arm affectionately. toji takes what’s left of the cigarette back from you, stubbing it out in the marble ashtray on his bedside table.

“you never told me what you do for work.” the implication hangs heavy in the air as you wait for him to explain, the last bits of smoke around the two of you begin to dissipate. you realize he’s gone rigid.

“business, lots of things.” he says curtly, fishing a pack of marlboro reds from the side hesitantly. you hate when he does this, keeping his hands occupied so he has an excuse to not speak to you.

“right, but like..” you start, growing frustrated. “what kind of business.”

“real estate… y’know.” he smacks the carton against the butt of his hand, then fishes out a stick.

“property management. investing and all that.” he sounds a little more confident this time, cupping a lighter to his mouth with a cough.

you tear yourself from his arms and sit up on the bed, eyes cast on his. you practically feel his stomach drop from how he looks at you, movements laced with caution and hesitance.

“put that out.” you tell him. “stop playing games with me.”

“what?” he laugh’s incredulously, still trying to maintain his confident facade.

“do you not think it’s fucking weird that i don’t know where all your money comes from? do you even pay for this fucking house?” your patience had officially run out, you were pissed.

“nonono— hey— hey c’mon.” toji grapples for your hands, quickly trying to calm you down.

“you don’t do fucking real estate, do you really think i’m that stupid?” your accusation renders him speechless for a moment as he thinks of what to say.

the older man’s expression twists as guilt starts to usher in. he extinguishes the roll-up in his hand, flicking it into the ash tray on your nightstand before reaching for you softly.

“baby..” he chuckles, snaking two palms around the curve of your waist. “don’t be like that.”

“i know it’s illegal. i know it is and i’m not even mad, toji. i’m not .. i just want to know.”

he sighs, running a hand down the side of his face.

“you think just because we eat good that i wouldn’t ask questions down the line? do you think i’m fucking stupid?”

“no.” he whines. “no, fuck. c’mon.” you smack his hands away as he reaches for you once more, tearing yourself off the bed and out into the hallway.

you hear your name boom behind you angrily as he calls out for you a final time. glass shatters against the ground as he mutters to himself, heavy footsteps pacing back and forth.

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you’re not unaware of toji’s presence as the older man stands in front of your curled up form on the couch. it’s dark, probably just after 3am. too dark to see his expression, though you know he’s frowning.

he lets out a quiet sound of realization as you turn over, rucking the blanket over your head to drown his presence out. the windows are open, you can feel the chill of the night breeze, even under your comforter.

“i can’t let you sleep here, pretty. that’s not right.”

you stay silent, holding your breath as you wait for him to either leave or fess up.

it’s quiet for a while. you slowly feel yourself being pulled into the precipice between sleep and awareness. an all-consuming warmth makes its home in your chest before you’re quickly struck back awake, heart jumpstarting at the sound of his voice.

“i invest in properties.” he whispers, kneeling beside you so you can hear him more clearly.

“i make investments in properties and then i let people store.. product there.” you know he isn’t lying to you this time. you feel it in his tone.

“product?” you grumble, your voice laced with sleep. you know exactly what he means, you just want to hear him say it.

“drugs, baby. warehouses.”

it’s quiet once more as you mull over what to say back. were you surprised? hardly. you knew what you were getting into as soon as you got involved with him. were you mad? well it was still hard to tell.

“ok.” you mumble curtly, throwing the covers towards your feet and stalking towards the master bedroom. you knew now, and that was that. you gathered there was no reason to keep fighting about it.

toji stands a little too quickly, watching your form disappear up the stairs.

“wait—” he starts, head spinning at your sudden acceptance. “wait really?”

“just come to bed.” you holler, sighing dryly to yourself at the sheer ridiculousness of it it all.

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toji had a plan in place even before you’d found out what kind of business he was running. if anything were to happen to him, there would be a fund stored overseas for you to dig into while he wasn’t there to put food on the table.

he’d thought of everything, put measures in place that normal people wouldn’t even think of before it was too late.

he had your shared house put under a family member’s name, hired private security to watch the perimeter of the house 24/7, urged you to use a fake ID in public to conceal your real name, and never ever took you to work meetings.

it just wasn’t enough.

it wasn’t enough to keep his phones from getting tapped. it wasn’t enough to stop an investigation from being launched, and it simply just wasn’t enough to keep him under the radar and out of a prison cell.

you wailed like a baby when the bailiffs snapped those silver cuffs on his arms and led him out of the court room, crumpling to the floor and babbling nonsense towards the judge’s podium like it would somehow change the course of what just happened.

7 years in a federal penitentiary. and that was nothing compared to the sentence they would’ve gave him if his men hadn’t taken half of the fall for him.

toji didn’t look at you.

he didn’t so much as spare you a glance as you sat there on the carpeted floor, screaming into your hands while the bailiffs tried to pick you up off of the floor.

he didn’t say anything to you as you kicked and scratched your way towards his lawyer, hurling expletives and threats to the one person who was tasked with maintaining his freedom.

he didn’t look because he couldn’t.

he couldn’t look at you, his only girl. the girl he’d marry someday, the one he’d raise a family with. he couldn’t look at you because if he did he might risk breaking down right then and there.

he might risk grabbing you by the arm and booking it, going underground for the rest of your lives while his name slowly climbed up the nation’s most wanted list.

he could do it, without question. he’d be more cautious this time. but that just wouldn’t be fair to you. he was done roping you into his mess.

you were young, gorgeous, too good for all of that trouble. you’d worked all your life to get by until he met you, slowly letting down your walls, letting him spoil you like you’d always deserved. and what kind of man would he be if he took that away from you and forced the two of you into hiding?

toji felt himself crumble as reality began to sink in. his stomach dropped with each dreaded step towards his holding room. this was no joke. this was his fate and there was no getting out of it.

“wait.” he tells the bailiffs, whipping his head towards the direction of the courtroom in a panic. he wasn’t the boss anymore. these men didn’t answer to him.

“wait, fuck. wait!” he groans, barreling his way back down the hall. he needed to see you, needed to say goodbye. there’s no telling when they’d let you two visit or if you’d even be able to communicate. god, this was real.

god, he was a coward for giving you the silent treatment. he deserved prison just for that.

toji grunts as he’s tackled to the ground, gloved hands securing shackles on his ankles.

“get offa me. get off— fuck. i wanna see her.” he groans, thrashing as security circles his form. “nonono let me see her! fuck— fuck!”

all he can do is listen to you wail as he’s dragged down the hall, screaming out to you in hopes you hear him.

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suna’s gaze is glued to his phone’s screen as he scrolls with his thumb. his eyelids feel heavy, closing them and getting lost in his dreams has never seemed like a better idea; his body feels heavy after the long match he had this day. he nods off for a few seconds, then jerks awake, trying to keep his burning eyes open.

letting out a long sigh, he sits up on the hotel bed and stretches out his sore muscles. his gaze wanders to the clock on the wall; it’s past midnight, yet he’s still awake, ignoring the early practice in the morning. time zones suck, he thinks, laying flat on his back again.

you, in another continent, woke up later than usual. your mind still feels hazy from just getting up, as you unlock your phone you squint at the sudden brightness. you have a few unread messages from your boyfriend, wishing you good night; you passed out right after texting him. you form a small smile on your lips, as you type with your fingers.

you: good morning <3

you send the message and you don’t expect any answer; it’s late there, he’s exhausted and hopefully asleep.

rintaro dozes off again; he can’t help it, his eyelids feel too heavy. however, when he hears the familiar notification sound go off, he reaches for his phone with eyes closed. he doesn’t bother with answering your message, just clicks on the call option. a few seconds go by, and your pretty face appears on his screen; his lips tug into a small smile from seeing you.

“why are you awake?” you ask while putting your phone on your desk. he’s laying on his side, you can clearly tell he’s about to fall asleep.

“i wanted to wish you good morning,” he answers with a sleepy voice, and yawns right after.

“babe, you have practice in the morning,” you shake your head, trying to hold back the happy smile on your lips. “go to sleep now.”

“wait,” he holds up a finger, “good morning, baby.”

“good morning to you, too.” you are grinning now; he’s too sweet for his own good. “now, go to sleep.”

“do we have to hang up?” he asks, while putting his phone in an angle where you can still see him.

“no,” you chuckle, and watch him shift in his bed. suna is facing towards you, slowly closes his eyes and falls asleep in a matter of minutes. you never felt a bigger urge to kiss someone before.

a girl? seriously?//katsuki bakugou smau

fem!reader. no quirk au. bnha college au.

an: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE SIRI PLAY FRANK OCEAN

when you’re starting your freshman year at college, you desperately search for a cheap dorming option, even if it’s some hole in the wall. when you see an ad posted for 4 people looking for a 5th dorm mate, you figure this is the best you’re gonna get. at least you have a place to live, right?

prologue. | previous part. | part 13. (soon!)

part 12.

the laughter from the boys echoed off the surface of the lake as you and the other girls sat in a circle on the dock. the four of you watched the guys as they splashed around, swimming after each other like kids at a pool party.

“so where is kiri asking you to be his girlfriend?” jirou asked, her head laying in momo’s lap.

“oh i don’t know the specifics, i just know the day.” mina responded as she lightly kicked her feet in the water off the edge of the dock.

“that’s actually so funny to me.” you chimed in, “the fact that you basically planned the day you get a boyfriend.”

“i’m particular, what can i say.” she nudged your arm slightly. “on the topic of boyfriendssss.”

“stop!” your head swung around to look at the group in the water, making sure no one was listening in; specifically the red eyed blonde. “we can talk about this when they aren’t around.”

“god you are so boring.” mina huffed out, splashing the water dramatically like a toddler during a tantrum.

“hey!” a shout from the water interrupted your conversation, catching the attention of your group. “what the hell are you guys doing over there?” katsuki asked.

“girl talk!” mina shouted back at the boys as they swam over, hanging on the edge of the dock to nosily include themselves.

“you guys want to actually get in the water?” sero sassed.

“um, do you want to mind your business?” jirou sassed back, causing you girls to laugh when the boys reacted as though you had just slapped them all in the face.

the sloshing of water behind you caught your attention, but you had no time to react when you turned to see katsuki lifting himself on the dock, striding toward you and picking you up swiftly. he slung you over his shoulder with a laugh.

“hey—what? katsuki what are you doing?” he only continued to laugh as you thrashed around. you were both under the water within a few seconds. you came back up splashing, gasping for air.

“what the fuck kats!?” you wiped your hair from your face, your expression one of disdain.

“oh come on.” he laughed, splashing water at you as the others watched. you couldn’t stay mad at him for longer than three seconds and you joined his laughter. katsuki stayed close to you, his shoulder touching yours as you floated in the water. the rest of the girls decided to join the swimming not long after.

the nine of you swam around for a while, teasing each other and discussing stupid hypothetical topics to pass the time. all the while, bakugou never strayed from your side. while the others were messing around, playing countless childish games, he stayed right next to you, keeping you company.

"you heard any word from that purple haired emo?" he asked suddenly as you both watched sero, kiri, denki, and izuku play a game of monkey in the middle with denki's stolen shoe.

"which one? there's one here with us." he rolled his eyes as you laughed at your own joke. "but no, I haven't. why?"

"I was just wondering. didn't know if maybe he had reached out asking to try again or something." you shook your head in response as he looked at you.

"that ship has sailed. plus I'm pretty sure mina would kill me. god, she hated him." you caught her a few feet away playfully swatting at kirishima as he tried to get at her. you were glad it was him that she decided to spend her time with; they were good for each other.

"yeah I was right there with her." katsuki scoffed.

"mina I understood because she's just mina, but I never got why you didn't like him." you watched as he shrugged his shoulders.

"I just didn't trust the guy. obviously I wasn't wrong." bakugou smirked at you. you groaned as you put your head against his arm. the last thing you wanted was to talk about your last romantic fling; especially with bakugou.

"guys! let's play hide and seek!" kaminari called out once he finally retrieved his shoe.

"how are we supposed to do that, dipshit? should I just stay under the water until I drown?" katsuki replied. you were clung onto his arm now, your cheek smushed against his bicep.

"are you blind or did you just miss all the trees that surround the lake? dur da dur." denki sassily responded.

the water was evacuated and each of you were split up into teams of two, and of course, mina made sure you and bakugou were a pair. sero had mischievously volunteered to be the first seeker and there was no doubt that he had some stupid scheme up his sleeve.

“okay you fuckers better get to hiding!” sero shouted as he covered his eyes to count.

everyone bolted in different directions and bakugou quickly grabbed your hand to drag you away from the scene. you could hear the echoes of muffled hollering as the other groups tried to situate a spot to hide as well. when katsuki finally came across a hiding spot suitable enough, he sat you both down, your chests heaving from all the running. he had found a fallen tree that was perfect to conceal yourselves behind.

the moon hung high in the night sky above you, illuminating katsuki’s bright blonde hair perfectly. as you two fought to catch your breath, your eyes were stuck gazing at the outline of his nose, the way his brows furrowed together, and the way his lips were slightly parted. you yanked your stare away from bakugou, choosing to move your attention to a random branch in front of you. his hand was still interlocked with yours; you had forgotten until he tightly squeezed your hand. you had to fight the blush that threatened to invade your face.

“are you and izuku dating or something?” he asked suddenly as he looked around, scoping out the area.

“what?” his random question baffled you. “we’re just friends, i feel like i’ve explained this before.”

“you just act like you’re obsessed with him.” he responded sarcastically, locking eyes with you.

“no i don’t!” you whisper shouted. “just because i invited him doesn’t mean he’s my boyfriend.” did bakugou not like izuku? considering they’re in the same boxing team, you figured they were friends.

“well do you like him then?” katsuki asked, staring at you blankly.

“no!” this was such a strange conversation. what made him want to bring this up? “where is this coming from?”

“you’re just always talking about him.” he shrugged his shoulders.

“no i’m not!” did it really seem that way? you and izuku were just close because of work, but there was nothing at all romantic about y’all’s relationship. “midoriya tells me i’m always talking about you, but that doesn’t mean i like you.” which was half a lie because you did like him.

“what was that?” bakugou smirked at you, lifting a brow as he watched your expression change when you realized what you said. “you’re always talking about me?”

“don’t let this inflate your ego any more than it already is.” your eyes rolled as he continued to gawk at you.

“oh, i’m going to.” his grin only widened. you nudged his side with your elbow and he squeezed your hand in his.

the game of hide and seek had completely escaped the minds of the two of you as you sat side by side and hand in hand. the wind picked up as the night grew longer and it chilled you to the bone.

“why the fuck didn’t we put our clothes on?” you said with a shiver. no one in the group had thought about the fact that it wasn’t entirely the smartest idea to play hide and seek in the woods in just your swimsuits.

“you cold?” he asked quietly. you nodded your head as you brought your knees to your chest. “here.” katsuki said, letting go of your hand and moving his arm to wrap around your shoulders. you stared at him with wide eyes and your stomach was infested with that fluttery feeling. there was no way he wasn’t doing this on purpose. did he know you liked him, or was he just clueless?

“thanks.” you said quietly as you leaned into him, finding it hard to break eye contact. katsuki’s eyes were an incredibly beautiful shade of red. you’d be lying if you said they weren’t easy to get sucked into.

the air between you was thick, causing your breath to stop short in your throat. katsuki held you close to his body as he held your gaze. if there was anything that was going to confirm his feelings for you, then it would be this moment in time. you shone in the light of the moon, your features outlined in the most memorable way. each time he saw you he was reminded of just how beautiful you actually were. bakugou took in each facet of your face, relishing in the way you stared back at him.

katsuki took a quick glance at your lips, causing your urge to shrivel away grow ten times more.

“found you!” sero yelled loudly behind you. you and bakugou jumped, completely forgetting the reason you were out in the woods to begin with. you loved sero with all your heart, but in this moment, you wanted to knee him in the balls.

“wowza…did i interrupt something?” sero said with a stupidly wide grin.

“shut the fuck up, moron.” bakugou said as he let go of you to stand up. the warmth of his body was now gone and you couldn’t help but frown. he reached a hand out to you to help you stand with him.

“where’s everyone else?” you asked as you stood next to katsuki, wiping the dirt from your legs.

“oh, you guys are the first people i’ve found.” sero responded.

“are you fucking kidding me right now?” bakugou said, obviously upset that he didn’t win the game of hide and seek.

you and bakugou joined the seek for the other pairs, the three of you walking close together. katsuki still wouldn’t let go of your hand. when you told him you were fine he replied with, “it’s fucking dark and you’re going to get lost.” acting as if you were helpless without him; when in reality he just wanted an excuse to touch you for just a little longer. after an irritably long half hour, you eventually found the rest of the group with kaminari and izuku claiming their win after being the last pair in hiding. once all of you reached the dock after an hour of galavanting in the forest, you threw your clothes on and decided a late night froyo run sounded perfect.

the nine of you walked back to the two cars, splitting up after deciding the location. you made it to your car with momo and jirou as the boys stayed back, whispering amongst themselves.

“okay so what the fuck? the hand holding? the sitting cutely by the tree?” sero whispered loudly as he gave bakugou a shove to the shoulder. “dude. DUDE.”

“oh my god you are so loud.” bakugou huffed out through gritted teeth.

“oh are we talking about you and y/n? you like her right?” izuku chimed in quietly, earning a death glare from the irritated blonde.

“who even asked you to be here?” katsuki was obviously frustrated that his friends had cornered him like this.

“uh, y/n did.” midoriya responded plainly, raising his hands in defense when katsuki shot him another look.

“so what’s the verdict?” kirishima questioned, a boyish smile on his face. this was the first time he’d ever been this involved in katsuki’s love life and he savored every second.

bakugou let out a sigh as he crossed his arms over his chest. he stared at the gaggle of annoyingly nosy boys that circled him.

“fuck.” he muttered to himself, “yeah. yeah i do.” he said, slapping his hands to his side.

“i feel like i’m in a rom-com right now.” denki giggled.

“when are you going to ask her out?” eijiro giddily asked.

“can we just go get some fucking fro-yo. please.” bakugou groaned, leaving the group to walk to your car, sero tailing close behind him. katsuki claimed the passenger seat, leaving the other three in the back.

you guys left the lake behind, windows down, the music loudly booming from your radio. everyone in your car was screaming along to Thinkin Bout You by Frank Ocean while katsuki seemed more or less uninterested.

“c’mon grandpa!” you shouted over the music and wind, “turn up! don’t be lame!” you gave his shoulder a push.

“can you please keep both hands on the wheel?” he said with a laugh. you shot him a grin as you giggled back, looking toward the road again. you loved driving with the windows down, but your hair flopping every which way into your eyes made it hard to enjoy it for very long. every three seconds, your hand was pushing away at the strands attacking your face. katsuki watched you closely, noticing your growing frustration. he slowly reached toward your face, grabbing your hair with one hand to hold it so you could see the road. he rested his hand against the back of your neck, your hair wrapped around his fingers. you turned your head to look at him and he was staring only at you, his head leaning comfortably against the headrest.

if you weren’t driving you would have jumped him. you didn’t know how much longer you could continue not telling him how you felt.

“thanks.” you said shyly, looking back at the road while the others in the back were still scream singing. he didn’t reply, instead he kept his eyes trained on you, rubbing circles into the skin of your neck with his thumb. you felt sick, but in a good way; like you could throw up because of excitement.

“you look pretty.” he said quietly enough where you almost missed it over all the noise already circulating in the vehicle. you felt your mouth form a grin without even meaning to. this moment felt like deja vu. it reminded you so heavily of the night you called him pretty for the first time in his car while shinso was still in the picture.

“pretty?” you replied, a smile taking up most of your face.

“yeah. really pretty.” katsuki’s gaze never faltered.

you returned your eyes back to the road, smiling like an idiot while he watched. the rest of the drive you were all screaming whatever song came on next; bakugou too focused on the girl beside him to join along.

an: i had one idea and a fucking dream. never at a single point did i know what i was going to write next. let’s hope it’s cohesive 😁🙏

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