Acceptance Is Not Going To Hurt.

-Kazumi : do you love me because i have an amazing sense of humor?

-bakugou : babe, i love you despite your amazing sense of humor.

Bakugou: FIGHT ME, YOU NERD ASS!

Deku: At least try to sound slightly more sophisticated when you threaten someone

Bakugou: Oh, I'm sorry. I should ask; dost thou want to engage in a duel, my good bitch?

Deku: Somehow that's worse

Would you write a Bakugou Katsuki fluff where he unapologetically expresses his awe for his crush's skills in front of their whole class when Aiwaza asks them to guess who did best in some training?

I’m sorry for taking so long. I’ve been quite busy and didn’t have much time to write, but I hope you enjoy this drabble <3

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x genderneutral!reader

Warnings: Fluff, language, Bakugou’s insults

“Alright, class! Training is over, you all did a good job,” Eraserhead calls gruffly, gaining the attention of his students who are trying to catch their breaths after competing against each other for the past hours. Your shirt is drenched and sticks uncomfortably to your body, dirt clings to your skin and sweat glistens on your forehead as you whip your head around to listen to your teacher speak while your classmates slowly gather in front of him.

“I have been watching you very closely and while everyone has improved in both strength and skill, there was one student who exceeded you all,” he explains matter-of-factly, tired eyes moving to each of your friends exhausted faces to watch their reaction before he continues to speak. “What do you think? Who was the best today?”

Hushed whispers follow his question, assumptions thrown around as your classmates share their thoughts among themselves. 

“Izuku did well today,” Ochako muses beside you, one finger pensively tapping against her chin and your friends nod in agreement. A few feet away, the boy blushes at her statement, scarred hands coming up to scratch at the back of his neck as he begins to ramble and stumble over his own words in embarrassment. While that odd habit of his was rather strange at the beginning of the school year, your class has quickly grown accustomed to his nervous manners and learned to pay attention to your teacher without getting distracted.

Momo clears her throat and raises a hand, ever the perfect student, only speaking up once Mr. Aizawa gives her an approving nod. “I think Todoroki was the best today. His quirk is strong and his fighting abilities got better during our last training session, so it has to be—"

“Shut up!” A familiar voice growls behind you. Strong arms push your classmates aside to get to the front and then you find none other than Bakugou standing to your left, a snarl pulling at the corners of his mouth and annoyance darkening his glare. There’s a small cut on his cheek, a minor injury he got during the lesson and you fight the urge to sweep your thumb over his skin and wipe some of his dried blood. Instead, you step aside to give him more space before he snaps at you for being so close. “Stupid Deku wasn’t the best and neither was Icyhot.”

His eyes meet yours. For a second, you believe you catch the tips of his ears tinge red under your gaze, but his next words leave you too stunned to think about it any longer. “It was Y/N.”

Your friends are rendered speechless. Somehow, even Aizawa seems dumbfounded, staring blankly at his student, seemingly uncertain if he’s still awake or if he has fallen asleep during the lesson and started dreaming again.

“What?! Don’t look at me like that,” Bakugou barks after another moment of disbelieving silence, though his features soften ever so slightly when he glances at you. “C'mon! It's obvious, idiots. Since the sports festival, Y/N has been pushing their quirk to the max and trained harder than most of you to get stronger. Their combat techniques and tactics are impressive and they outsmarted me several times during our fight because I was—"

He hesitates. You can see the conflict behind his eyes, the reluctance to admit his mistakes and possibly deem himself weak in front of the entire class. Honestly, he's done more than you ever expected of him, so it's only fair if you help him out of this uncomfortable situation. Just as you open your mouth to come to his aid and turn the attention away from him, he gets a hold of himself.

"Because I was too focused on causing damage to win. I made some strategic mistakes which they used to their advantage and that helped them gain the upper hand," Katsuki finishes and looks away, making sure that no one detects the blush that creeps up his neck and flushes his cheeks. Then, as if his actions haven't already shocked you enough, he gives you a pat on the shoulder followed by a scoff. "It was a close call though. I'm not that stupid, dumbass."

"What the fuck was that?" Denki quips in a hushed voice. He snickers quietly and yelps when Jirou jabs her elbow between his ribs, but you couldn't have said it any better — it's unbelievable and downright absurd to hear Bakugou praise someone else, instead of talking about himself and claiming that he's the best. Yet, it happened and you don't know how to react.

"Right," Aizawa clears his throat, giving you no chance to think of a proper way to express your gratitude for Katsuki's compliments. Though it doesn't appear as if he wanted to hear a 'thanks' because the second your teacher ends the training lesson, still bewildered, he already speeds off to the locker room, wordlessly leaving you and your classmates behind.

cinema

Hawks : Hey, are you a painting?

Dabi : no?

Hawks : cause i could really nail you on the wall ;)

Dabi : wha-

Shigiraki : the motherfucker said he wants to hang you.

Yours Only, Katsuki

Prohero!Bakugou x Fem!Reader

Summary: Opening up isn’t easy, but Bakugou finds that maybe the best expression of his affection isn’t all that complicated.

Though not necessary for understanding, related prequel fic for Valentine’s Day can be found here

Likes, shares, and reblogs appreciated, but no reposts please!

Warnings: swearing, reader referred to as “princess”, a bit suggestive at some parts, making/eating food, wine mentioned, lots of fluff

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Midoriya, to the group: Can you guys tell me what Eri is holding?

Bakugo: A pumpkin.

Iida: It is a pumpkin.

Kaminari: Spooky orange.

Uraraka: A pumpkin!!

Yaomomo: I think it's a pumpkin.

Midoriya: Eri, can you tell everyone what you're holding?

Eri, proudly: A Halloween apple!!

Thinking about Katsu having a huge crush on you and overhearing you laugh and joke with Hanta and Denki while saying in passing “I love a man that can make me laugh.”

Thinking about how he goes to the library to check out joke books, watches stand up comedy shows, sits and suffers through all of the Spongebob episodes because he’s heard you and the morons quoting it from sun up to sun down.

And like he goes to Kiri because he can’t go to Denki or Hanta because they will absolutely tell you as soon as he speaks to them about it. So he goes to Kiri and is like “Teach me how to be funny.” and Kiri is just like “What are ya talking about man. You’re already funny!” And Katsu just huffs in annoyance because he hears you laughing again, this time at some stupid impression of Endeavor Denki is attemtping.

And suddenly Katsu loses it because why the fuck is Sparky able to make you laugh that hard? What’s Sparky got that he doesn’t? So he stomps over to you, hanta and Denki as yall are just catching your breaths from the laughing fit. Katsuki glares at the three of you and you smile up at him.

“Oh, hey Bakugo.You good?” And he doesn’t even hear you speaking because he’s staring at your dimples and your flushed cheeks, and the way your eyes are slightly crinkled and he thinks “Why does she hafta be so fucking cute?” Then he turns to Denki and is like “That’s a shit impression. The old man sounds more like this.” and he musters up all his strength to absolutely NAIL an Endeavor impression and it’s so spot on that everyone in the immediate vicinity starts cracking up laughing, including you.

You’re laughing so hard you’re wheezing and the cackles of the rest of his friends means absolutely nothing to him. Because he did it, he got you to laugh, which means maybe, when he finally gets the courage to ask you out, you’ll say yes.

i’m sorry but i simply must gush about how good of a partner bakugou would be to someone with adhd, okay? 

okay. here’s a lil drabble.

Most nights, you have dinner at Katsuki’s. His place is nicer and his kitchen’s always fully stocked, unlike yours. But tonight unexpectedly finds him in your little apartment instead. You know better than to try helping with anything. It’s not that you’re a bad cook—you get along just fine—but your kitchen is barely big enough for one body, and you know that bumping elbows with Katsuki while he works will drive him nuts. It’s better for both of you if you let him do his thing, so you take your time showering and applying your skincare before joining him in the kitchen. 

As soon as he hears your footsteps, he whips around, brandishing a bag of shriveling carrots like a weapon, “The hell’s this?!” 

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