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It was a regular day for the trauma dipped kids as they were sitting in the living room of class 1-As dorm just chilling out with some watching a series on the TV, some writing down some notes in his new notebook while Todoroki was making some cold soba for lunch, uraraka watching TV with Hakeeguri, Sero,Tsu, Momo.

Uraraka was trying to catch Dekus attention, but was failing miserably😞 and Tsu and Momo could see it unfortunately it was no use when it comes to him and that notebook😔, he's just too concentrated, that was until you walked into the dorms with your fine self with natural makeup on wearing a yellow super low cut hoodie top along with a couple chains and some baggy black sweatpants and grey J4s.

Everyones attention shifted to you👀 and not that your sports bra was slightly peaking out of cropped hoodie,but that:

1)you were one of the new transfer student from America for the Support department that everyone has been talking about for the past 3 weeks.

2)You were black and you don't see that many black people in Japan in general.

3) Bakugou was walking towards you and gave you a hand shake meaning you knew each other on a personal level.

Everytime he catches himself staring at your black beauty✨ he has to manually scrub his face and push his jaw away to look at the ceiling or something cause baby girl you were fine😩👌. "Hey dumbass, you brought what I asked for or did you just what to show off the shoes I bought you?" Bakugou started while analysing your outfit, "Does it really look like I would even step on this goody to shoes hero area if it wasn't for you asking for it", you sassed back.

Everyone was still in shock that you of all people were mutual friends with the Katsuki Bakugou aka The explosive tempered blonde kid in class 1-A aka the kid the won the Sports festival aka Dynamite aka Lord Explosion Murder aka I think you get the point.

"Wait a minute can we rewind back a bit here !?", Sero shouts with a suprised and confused expression that matched with most of the students in the lounge, "What you want flex tape?!", the blonde glared in the direction of the Hispanic sitting on the couch along with you turning as well.

You had violet doe eyes that so cute and adorable yet intemidating, " I just wanted to know who this chica was?", He smirked towards your direction trying to holla at you do matched his energy, "Yeah Bakugou why don't you introduce me to everyone and maybe give me his number", you turned to the blonde for him to just roll his eyes, " Chubs meet Flex tape" he groaned in irritation and you just gave him a look through your glasses.

"Hola los nombres Y/n L/n", you walked towards Sero and he shock your hand with a big impressed smile and the kissed it, "Hi the name's Y/n L/n," you translated for everyone whilst smiling, "El nombre es niña Sero", "the name is Sero baby girl 😉", Sero winked at you his hand coressing your hand in which you winked at his charm.

However everyone interrupted the moment by introducing theirselves, and you tried to make a mental note to try and remember all of them, but when it got to Deku you couldn't hold back your gasp which caught everyones attention, even though you were the centre of it to begin with 😌✨.

"So your the same Deku that literally blasted himself in the race last year but somehow Bakugou keeps talking shit about?", you questioned with a raised eyebrow in which he shyly nodded.

"What is wrong with you?!", turned to the blonde you were surprised by the shy broccoli boy, " "The Fuck?!", He glared to your direction.

"You made him seem like such a stuck up asshole", you playfully glared at the man beside you only for him to look down at your chubby self and just pull your arm to the hallway shouting to the class that their time with you was up even though there were some protest whines and complaints.

"Wow, you really want me all to your self huh?"😉 You winked at him as you went to his room but he just rolled his eyes at your flirting charm even though he like it since it always built tension that he found adorable.

Obviously he wouldn't ever say that in front of you, but he thought it'll be better that way.

You sat on his bed and opened your bag to pull out two thick silver bracelets, " the hell are those", Bakugou observed the two massive silver bands in your small hands you roll your eyes 🙄 and sighed heavily at his bluntness.

Like how can someone so smart be so damn stupid and good looking at the same time🧐.

Its what you asked for Blondes you stepped closer you put them on his wrists but he took a step back hesitantly as if an insured wolf protecting himself from further harm. "It's okay, I just need to make sure the bracelets will fit properly and if it'll need adjustments", speaking softly as to calm his nerves and you clipped the bracelets onto his wrists with his gaze on you as if making sure you don't do anything out of the question.

Whilst finishing with his right hand you brush your fingers against his skin to adjust the bracelets to not be too tight or lose and the blonde was blushing hard at the gentle care when you touch his scars and burns from his experiences and training but as well as your concentrated form only reaching up to his chest.

Before you can lift your hands from his wrists he grabs your arm taking you by suprise and you look up at him to only find him staring right back at your amethyst eyes when you into his ruby ones and just like that he tries to let go yet he still wants to have you this close to him and he wants to be vulnerable with you since your the only other person who gets his apart from kirishima. He likes you more then he wants to but he doesn't want to experience the pain of a lose again nor does he want to lose the opportunity to make you his but doesn't want to destroy your amazing friendship, but then a sudden warmth surrounds his chest and abdomen.

Your hugging him seriously hugging him out of nowhere and then your face is buried in his chest and he huggs you back with his chin resting on top of your head where he inhales the shea butter and coconut oil from the chemicals put in it. He really wanted to confess but he pulled away quickly with him covering his blushing face but not his ears.

In which you giggled at his soft side that you were so grateful that you were able to see, but a continuous beeping sound that activated the bracelets meaning that it was working perfectly fine and that it has been switched on. So... um th-they work so I did my work perfectly as expected" you awarkardly try to regain your confidence again but failed with the maroon blush on your face as you tried to shuffle out of the room but a strong arm pulled you back to have you facing Bakugou with his eyes fixed on you.

He knew he wasn't your type, and that he wasn't worthy of you, but he would be damned that he doesn't give it a try even if he loses you for admitting this disease to you, "Bakugou?", Your voice called to him confused at his actions, "I like you Y/n, since the day we were partnered together for this damn project and we started to spend time together we really made a connection and I know that you don't feel the same way, but I had to get it off my chest even if you will never think of me in that wa-

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KISS ME MORE warnings: fem reader, friends to lovers, first kiss, cheesy as hell, profanity, innuendo to sex but nothing more. wc: ~1k an: i stopped editing like 2 paragraphs in bc i got boredd but here xoxo lmao

KATSUKI MADE BASIC COMMUNICATION SO DIFFICULT; always opting to let you try to piece together what he wanted and how he felt. It made maintaining your friendship hard.

Sure, you’ve been friends since middle school and you always did your best to excuse his actions, even the worst ones, because you knew he didn't mean anything he said or did. It was a facade and it seems like you were the only person who could see that.

That observation came with a sense of individuality and intimacy. When you were around his fists stopped flying and his eyes were less tense; The prior beating red glare being replaced with scattered glances of soothing red.

That's how it’s always been; You, patient and sweet, doting on his every move and staying close to him like a lost dog. He couldn't quite understand why you were so patient with him, especially because he looks back on everything that he did from the ages of thirteen to seventeen with embarrassment, but you were always so soft and so gentle, even then. You were so understanding, understanding to a fault, even; Holding his sweaty hands when he cried and kicked himself, letting himself deteriorate to your quiet hymns of praise and condolence.

Somewhere along the nights comfort paired with rewatching Die Hard per his request and basking in each other's presence like the other one wasn't there- like two people in a real relationship would- brought an unquenched thirst for eachother that neither of you knew would ever be satisfied.

Maybe that's why these feelings embarrassed him- because he was so used to pretending like you two were together, but actually thinking about it? Thinking about putting a label with that much weight on the nights where you clung to him while eagerly talking about some new plot you came up with while you were showering? That would change everything, and Katsuki didn’t know if that was good.

Right now he felt it even more. God, you looked so pretty. The way your glossy lips looked while you applied mascara drove him crazy. Unfortunately for him, his staring didn't go unnoticed.

“Katsuki,” you asked, looking over at him and blinking slowly as to not mess up your makeup, “D’you wanna put some on?”

He shook his head, scoffing in a laugh. “Fuck no,” He laughed, making your eyebrows furrow. “Why’d you even ask me that?”

“You were staring,” You teased, painting a faux pout on your face. “C’mon, let me put some on, just real quick!”

He shook his head again, paired with a ‘no way,’ but your begging was more rhetorical than anything. You made your way to him, letting yourself climb on top of him with a closed eyeliner bottle in your hand. “Woman, cut it out,” He laughed, half-heartedly trying to push you off of him. Sure, he didn't want you to put makeup on him per se, but he alsoKnew he was about to let you do whatever the fuck you wanted.

“Nuh-uh,” You shook your head and he snorted. “Now come here,” You whined, trying to get him to stop leaning away from you. He huffed, letting you get real close to his face.

He could kiss you. He definitely could.

And he decided he definitely would.

His hands grabbed the hem of your shirt, pulling youcloser to him, close enough for your lips to touch, and he could feel the sting of your lip plumper and he could taste the chemical strawberry tang. The kiss was short- no more than five seconds before you pulled away- and yet he found it was the boldest thing that he’s done this far of knowing you.

When you pulled away you didn't jump off of him, but your mouth hung open in shock before you spoke.

“Katsuki!” You shrieked, but there was no disdain or disgust in your voice like he’d imagined. Either way, the guilt still caught up with him.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” he began, his lips dusted with a pretty pout of lip gloss while he put his forearm up to push you off of him with the intent of apologizing and taking his leave, maybe even throwing in a few more apologies and promises to give you something later to make up for his actions, but you didn't budge.

Instead, you kissed him again, harder this time, and he found himself shocked, but that doesn't mean he didn't oblige. He let your kiss drown out your guilt as much as he let it and his hands found their way to your waist.

“‘Suki?” You finally asked, lips close to his while you looked him in the eyes. “What was that about?” He stayed quiet, amber eyes bleeding into yours before he looked away.

“Nothing,” he simplified it, sitting up and resting his forehead on your shoulder.

You let him sit in his silence for a moment before you spoke again. “You like me, huh?

He immediately jolted up and pushed you off of him, making sure you landed on your soft pillows before standing up. “God, shut the fuck up!” He shoved a pillow in your face and scoffed.

You laughed before lifting the pillow from your face, finding him pouting while looking down at you. You let out an overexaggerated ‘ooh’ to tease him, paired with, “Katsuki loves me! He’s obsessed with me- just infatuated,” You feigned drama, letting a hand go to your forehead.

He leaned down so his eyes were level with you before smirking. “Yer the worst.”

You leaned up and kissed him again, smiling with content after. “Love you too, Kats.”

“Mhm. Damn straight you do.”

dancing in the rain

pov : you and kirishima make a silly decision of dancing in the rain and you make force bakugou dance too

A cool breeze fans against the heat of your skin, warm from the intense exchange of dancing and conversation from the ballroom floor inside.

The heavy patter of rain is accompanied by a bout of cheerful laughter and a series of playful splashes of water trailing away from the door.

“Come on y/n! Come join me!” Eyes full of light and his teeth pulled together into a shiny grin, Kirishima calls out to you from the middle of the venue parking lot, completely drenched from his brilliant red hair to his shiny, black shoes.

Under the protection of the entryway awning, Bakugo folds his arms in judgement. “Tch, shitty hair, this is a stupid idea! Get back here!” You cautiously inspect the long hem of your dress and your sparky, heeled shoes. Even under a shelter from the rain, a puddle forms around your toes, growing steadily from the downpour.

“You’re not thinking of joining that idiot, are you?” Bakugo asks, turning to you. You find yourself smiling as Kirishima does a celebratory spin, arms spread wide to the will of the sky above him. Bakugo’s distaste slips your mind, as you hurriedly slip off your shoes and bolt from the dry entryway.

“Sorry Bakugo!” You call out behind you, the first trickles of rain splashing against your skin. “Dumbass! Not you too!” He spits in frustration. Fabric gathered in your hands, concrete rough against your bare toes, Kirishima’s bright smile drives you forward. The scent of earth and air fills your lungs, fueling your burst of adrenaline. Your eyes meet and he pauses, opening his arms to catch you.

You collide into his rain-soaked suit jacket with an elated gasp, his presence crushing you affectionately as he pulls you into the safety of his arms. “You’re crazy Kiri.” You breathe into his shoulder. “Does that make you crazy for joining me?” He teases, earning him a playful smirk and a gentle punch to his chest.

“You idiots. Making me come out here in the damned rain!” You both turn in pleasant surprise to your explosive friend, a pinch in his brow and his hands stuffed stubbornly into his pockets. His heavy footsteps disrupt the puddles across the tarmac as he storms over to you.

“Hey man! You changed your mind?” Tucked comfortably into his side, you could feel the joy radiate from Kirishima’s chest. Bakugo grumbles dismissively. “sOmEoNE needs to watch you two… And it’s not like the rain’s gonna kill me, it’s just not fuckin necessary you morons!” A spurt of laughter escapes you at the sight of Bakugo’s notable annoyance yet, very attentive gesture to join you.

“C’mere bro.” Kiri wraps a welcoming arm around him, pulling you all together. You breathe in the comfort of their closeness. “We were all so busy in there, I didn’t get a chance to dance with you guys.” Kiri looks up at you both sheepishly. “Uh, I was wondering, if it’s not too late, could we dance now?” Bakugo sighs, pulling away a little and motioning to downpour around you. “You really wanna dance in the rain shitty hair? Not inside?”

“C’mon Bakugo, it’ll be fun, just the three of us.” You smile, your eyes catching a section of his hair folded across his forehead. You tenderly brush it away from his face, raking it over his hairline, soaking wet from the rain. “We just want to spend some time with you tonight.” Your touch and your comment make him flinch a little from embarrassment. His cheeks begin to flush a gentle pink, flustered from the openly intimate affection.

His expression furrows thoughtfully as Kirishima reaches for his hand. “C’mere man, it’s our prom night, can your prom dates get one dance with you?” He asks with a warm smile. Tilting his head to the sky, letting the unease trickle off the sides of jaw, Bakugo reciprocates the gesture, pulling Kirishima away from the curb.

As he storms off through the rain once again, his head turns over his shoulder and his eyes home in on your giddy expression. “Don’t get too ansty y/n, wait your turn.” Kirishima turns to you despite being dragged behind in Bakugo’s wake. “You’re up next y/n! Can’t leave here tonight without dancing with you.” “Ugh, fine, but I get her after! Best for last!” Bakugo barks in dispute. Kirishima runs a hand through his drenched bangs in compliance. “Yeah yeah, whatever you say- wait, best for last? What, are YOU the best or is she?” Bakugo pauses, before shoving Kirishima awa“I’m not gonna answer that! Just shut up and dance with me shitty hair!” Sitting on the curb nearby, you giggle at their friendly squabble, feeling a swell in your heart as you watch your dates dance together under the cool, calming trickle of the rain

(Just a little Drabble that I’ve had in my head for months, barbarian!Bakugou x Black!Earth princess!Reader cus I said so)

Gushing over the idea of prince!barbarian!Bakugo being betrothed to you, the princess of the Earth kingdom.

Like, just drooling over the fact that he would be so down bad over you, always shutting down his friends teasing and advances when they spot a low dim in the color of his cheeks when his mom tells him that he’ll be going over to your kingdom for a few weeks for a festival or meeting or whatever needs to be done; he doesn’t give one shit, he just wants to see you.

Your beaming aura, your shining skin, your giant smile he sees when he watches you interact with the kids of the village. And your no different, freaking out when you finally see his ship pull up to the docks, only staying in control because of your moms side eye.

Don’t even get me started to when you both get drunk at dinner, laughing and giggling as he tells you new stories from his adventures and everything he’s faced since the last time you two have seen each other, always wondering how he never runs out of them.

You can both see the gazes of your parents as the two of you excuse yourself from the table, wanting to go fool around before being bombarded with royal duties. You and him talk for hours as you swim in the river about everything and anything (clothed of course, this is a holy site).

You fight the urge to jump him right there, looking into his brazen eyes, daring him to make a move as you eat some wild berries you found while out. The tension was so thick you felt like you weren’t on earth, he looks at your lips, about to dive in.

Just as he is, his mother yells his name, causing him to tightly close his eyes as he takes a deep sigh as he gets up, reaching his hand out to lift you up, walking up the hill quickly as soon as you accept, tripping over at the sudden force but getting yourself together as you walk behind him.

Wondering what the hell his mom wants to say to him, thinking if it was important enough to ruin the moment that you probably won’t have for a long time after tonight. Deep in your thoughts, you don’t notice your mom taking your hand as she drags you back to the village.

“Queen Bakugou has some business concerning her son, guessing by her tone,it doesn’t concern you. So let them talk and go to bed dear, you have a long day tomorrow” Your mom says stroking your cheek, kissing it; walking away after. You enter your room, smiling at the thought of seeing him tomorrow. “I still want to know what she’s talking about to him if it meant stopping our kiss”

Thanks for reading, I know that’s it’s really bad but in my defense it’s about to be two in the morning and it’s New Year’s Eve so happy last day of the year I guess 😅😅😅

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