Todoroki x reader he makes you cry

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This is Bakugou’s version! This one is so long omg~Admin K🎶

What was he going to do? These psychotic…things were destroying everything in the area. Three of them. These things looked like they were made of the odds and ends of all kinds of animals. With the body of a lion, a thick snake’s body coming from the spot where the lion’s tail would be, and from the waist up, they were human—they were the stuff of nightmares. They had terrifyingly large fangs dripping with poison, and it was obvious very quickly that the power of those snake tails had the power of being lethal with the right amount of force. Bat wings a kilometer in length sprouted from their lion backs.

People were running around like mad, desperately trying to escape them. People with all kinds of powerful quirks, but with no training to use them properly. Pro heroes had to be on their way, but who were these villians? Would the heroes even know how to stop them? First things first, he absolutely had to find ___ and get her to safety. His girlfriend was his number one priority at the moment; he could try to fend off those other guys later, but being quirkless in this situation? ___ was not safe here. He screamed her name, desperately calling to find her.

Where is she? Where is she?!

Bakugou:

“Move! Everyone, go now!” Bakugou shouted, pushing people out of the way. “Move! ___? ___! Out of my way! ___!” he screamed. ___ was nowhere to be seen. The freakish hybrids were wreaking even more havoc than they had at first. Where in the world was she? Bakugou told himself he had to save her, and fast. If Katsuki could be her hero…it would make up for everything. Every time where he treated others so poorly, or he did something that terrified himself…he could make up for that if he were there for her now.

Because every time he called Deku worthless, or got excessively violent with any of the students, it reminded him of his power. If he could not control his temper, his pride, his ever inflating ego—would he be able to make it? Not just as a hero, but at all? His pride… his stupid pride! Bakugou tortured Deku for years, he made himself out to be better than all of his peers, but was he really? No. Katsuki was terrified with himself. The power, the need for control… if his intense desire for saving others and doing the right thing wavered for even one second—if he questioned the reasons why someone with such a powerful quirk should obey the laws made by those he felt were beneath him, Katsuki would no longer be a hero. He would be a villain with professional hero training.

So even if he had not been so in love with ___, he had to save her and everyone who was there, or at least hold the situation down until the pros could arrive. Bakugou needed to redeem himself from the incident in junior high as well—he had not forgotten about that. He bolted over to them, not worried about the possible repercussions of his actions.

I need to find you. I have to. Find me. Help me find you. ___, I need you here right now.

When the monster hybrids opened their mouths, their fangs dripped with a sickly green venom, and even from 20 meters away, Bakugou could tell that the stench coming from their mouths must have been foul. Even with this in mind, and doing his best to swallow down his own fears, he continued to charge at them with both hands blazing. As he got closer he saw it. The flames around them were not caused by the collapse of anything electrical in the buildings nearby, the flames came from the mouths of the creatures themselves.

“Fantastic,” Bakugou thought sarcastically. “Flames and poison.” Katsuki’s courage never wavered. But when he saw ___ stuck in a corner of the alley, trying to get away, but stay hidden sufficiently so that she would not be noticed, he felt his mind go blank. Just seeing her there, with her mind so preoccupied and her face covered in dirt and grime, panic struck his heart like a lightning bolt. He felt himself slowing down. ___ was a thinker, unlike Bakugou’s usual brashness, and Katsuki felt that he could see the wheels in her head turning like a thousand gears.

Clearly, ___ had to be quick. She had to be stealthy enough not to be noticed, but she also needed the speed and agility not to get caught and taken hostage. She was behind them, flattening herself against the brick wall of the office building that housed the current situation. ___’s hair had come undone, Bakugou could see tears in her sleeve and her stockings, and she had a bleeding gash on the side of her head. They were supposed to meet up in that spot when the explosion first hit, and Katsuki gathered that his beloved girlfriend must have been at the front lines when it occurred. She was not even looking at Bakugou, though he desperately wanted her to.

Look this way, he begged in his thoughts. Look over here. See that I’ve not abandoned you. I’m here. I’m here.

Bakugou’s legs felt like cement, like he could not have moved them even with a crane. The flames in his hands were put out involuntarily, his mind so worried with other things that he could no longer focus on keeping them lit. It became apparent to him quite abruptly that if these things could spit fire, it meant that they were impervious to it. A fat load of good Bakugou would be in this situation. Did they have to breathe fire? When he saw ___ grip her head with what he assumed was pain, he made his decision. If he could not stop them, he could at least get the attention off of ___.

You always liked being the center of the room, ___ would have joked if she had been standing next to him. Now is as good a time as any. What makes now different than normal?

You, Bakugou would have responded. It’s different because of you. I’ve never needed anyone the way I need you. I’ve never loved like this. Any misstep, and I could lose you forever.

“What would ___ do in this situation?” Bakugou asked himself. Of course, ___ being quirkless meant she always used her natural intuition and street smarts. In a situation where explosions would do nothing except more damage to civilians, Bakugou himself was as good as quirkless, and yet…

___ seemed to notice Bakugou quite suddenly. Her eyes said fear, though her body looked prepared for a fight. He more than just loved her for her spirit despite being literally powerless, it was something he admired greatly. He grinned at her from afar, telling her with his eyes not to worry because he would do something to get her to safety. She shook her head fervently, desperate to get him to stay where he was, but Bakugou had made up his mind already; he was going to be a distraction.

Bakugou charged. “I’ll kill you, you creepy bastards!” he screamed to the creatures at the top of his lungs. 

“Wait! Bakugou!” ___ shouted, running out into the open where the hybrids saw her too. Two of them focused on her, and one on him. They lunged at her, and she dove to the side, narrowly avoiding being struck by one of the creatures’ lion paws. In a desperate attempt to focus their attention on him, Bakugou launched a fireball into one of the creatures’ faces, careful of not hitting ___. They roared at him, starting to run his direction. Somewhere in the background of his impending fight, Bakugou heard someone cry out—in some far crevice of his mind, he instinctively knew that it was ___ calling out to him. Bakugou continued to run toward the beasts, who were racing to him as well. He braced himself mentally and physically for battle, and they got close enough to spit their poison at him, which was still several meters away. He noticed it too late, and just as the poison should have hit him, someone landed in front of him with a loud metallic clank!

It took a minute to process that in was in fact ___. The shock of seeing enormous bird wings folding out of his girlfriend’s back was overwhelming. No, not bird wings. They were made of metallic feathers in bronze, copper, and titanium colours, but layered and formed exactly like the wings of an eagle. From tip to tip, they easily measured 3 meters across. They had stopped the poison with ease, protecting the both of them from getting hit. In an instant, she picked up Bakugou by his arms and dropped him a few meters back, standing with him.

“What?!” Bakugou shouted in anger. “You said you were quirkless!”

“I lied!” she screamed back, as the creatures hissed and lunged again. ___ whipped around, and Bakugou could do nothing but stare as razor sharp metal feathers came loose from her wings, firing at the creatures and clipping the hybrids as if ___ had been throwing knives. They howled in pain, ripping the feathers out of their wings, which Bakugou could tell were too injured for them to use, and went to attack ___. Like an expert, ___ skillfully avoided both flames and poison while simultaneously going on the offensive—shooting feathers left and right, very seldomly missing her targets. She twisted, fired, turned and used her wings to shield herself and Bakugou and then started over, all in the time it took for people to blink.

“I can’t believe you didn’t tell me about this!” Bakugou shouted, sending fireballs at the faces of the creatures to help fend them off. One of the hybrids snapped at ___, and she jumped, pushing off of the thing’s head like a springboard and shooting into the air, where she continued to fire. Bakugou was pissed. How dare she look so attractive when he was so angry with her?

“I didn’t tell anyone!” She yelled back, barrel rolling into all three creatures and landing next to Bakugou.

“But I’m your boyfriend!” he protested. “You could have at least—duck!” they sprang in opposite directions, avoiding another poison blast before continuing their assault. “You could have at least mentioned it!”

“Can we maybe talk about this later?!” ___ yelled. Bakugou saw her getting tired, losing her balance in the air, and he prayed to every god he could think of that someone would show up quick. Just as ___ narrowly missed a fireball to the face, she lost her balance in the air, and started to fall. She landed in what probably would have broken someone else’s leg and rolled to a stop, coughing from the smoke surrounding them. The creatures, knowing ___ was the bigger threat, dashed to her, reading themselves for a final attack. Bakugou grit his teeth.

Brashness won’t do any good here, he thought quietly. I have to do something. Fire alone won’t help…

And then, like manna from heaven, Bakugou saw high above them a cable holding up a container that easily weighed 100 tons on the other side of the street. The construction that had been going on for two months to build the apartments across the street. Every old cartoon he had ever seen came to mind. The construction crew was going to hate him for this. He sprinted over there and blasted his way up on top of it. He singed the cable halfway, and with his flames as stabilizers, jumped down to the ground beneath it. Bakugou ran forward and shot a tornado of pure heat at the hybrids.

“Hey, you smelly bastards!” Bakugou taunted. “You look like rotten garbage! You guys kiss your mother with that mouth? I bet not even a mother could love something as ugly as you morons!” Apparently, this hit close to home for this guys, because they completely forgot about ___, and Usain Bolt’ed in Bakugou’s direction.

Sh*t.

Bakugou rushed back to the far side of the container and waited for them to get closer. They had to be under the container for it to work. Finally, they were close enough with their speed for Bakugou to shoot another flame up at the cable to finish melting it, and it sent the container down three hundred meters and right on top of all 3 freaks.

Before he could celebrate his obviously genius idea, he punched himself mentally. With the amount of force that the container fell, it exploded on impact. If it had been a normal explosion, Katsuki would have been fine—but this was not fire, it was a hailstorm of metal shrapnel that would have thrown him into the wall and cut him like hamburger meat. Would have, if his girlfriend had not already been flying over to get him already. ___ swooped, picked Bakugou up, and they flew off just before the container hit. She landed on a rooftop far from where the danger was.

“Did you see that?” Bakugou shouted excitedly. He punched and kicked the air in front of him a few times with a massive grin on his face. “We totally whooped some reptilian-mammal arse back there!” ___ smiled.

“Yeah, we did,” she said. Bakugou looked at her, still beaming, then frowned as he remembered how angry he was with her. ___’s shoulders slumped and she looked at him sheepishly. “You’re still mad,” she inferred.

“Of course I am! You’ve somehow been hiding…” Bakugou spread his arms out wide, mimicking her wings. “Those from me all this time! I thought we told each other everything. And they’re so kickass! Why would you pretend you’re quirkless?”

“Because having a quirk means people expect you to use it,” ___ said bitterly. “Look at your quirk. When people saw it they said it too didn’t they? ‘Katsuki, you’ll be a great hero someday!’ Well who says I want to be a hero?! Why-why is it so expected of someone with a great quirk that they have to be a hero? Why can’t I be a history teacher, or an actress or whatever I want? Just because of my stupid quirk?”

“But…you could have flown us to school all this time…” Bakugou said stupidly, immediately regretting the words. ___ glared at him. “I’d never thought about it that way before, but you’re right. Being forced into a job because of your quirk, or people expecting you to be something specific because of it—it’s profiling.”

___’s face softened. “Thanks for understanding.”

“Well now you have some questions to answer.”

“Okay, go ahead.” Bakugou touched one of ___’s wings tentatively. The feathers were so detailed, and all of them thin like paper.

“What kind of metal is this?” He asked.

“Think of steel and multiply it to the power of about a thousand.”

“So kind of like vibranium? The thing Captain America has for his shield in the comics?” ___ raised an eyebrow and chuckled.

“Yeah, if Godzilla’s a gecko,” she answered sarcastically.

“Damn,” Katsuki whispered to himself. “Now I know why I’ve never gotten past first base with you.”

“I can assure that the wings had nothing to do with that.”

“How did you hide them all this time?” He asked, still in awe. ___ turned her back to him and he saw the back of her shirt was ripped where the wings came out of her skin. He watched as she carefully folded them over her back—literally. The wings folded themselves and continued to do so until they were the size of Bakugou’s arm, and then they looked like they melted into her skin once again.

“It wasn’t hard to hide them,” ___ said quietly. Cautiously, Bakugou touched the exposed skin on her back where the wings had gone back and he shivered, noticing how red her skin was from the points the wings emerged from. If the feathers could make such powerful cuts then…

“Does it hurt?” Katsuki asked her. “When they come out?”

“Always,” ___ answered. Katsuki kissed the fingers of his hand and pressed them lightly against the red marks of her skin. It was not like it would heal her, but if he put his lips there now, ___ would get terribly uncomfortable.

___ smiled a bit, but she looked sad. Bakugou embraced her, because he now for the first time, he knew that above all else, she needed him just as much as he needed her.

~Admin K 🎶

onliafaze asked:

Izuku, Bakugou, Todokori, Iida, Kaminari, and Kirishima discover their supposedly Quirkless s/o is actually hiding an amazing quirk because she doesn't want to be a hero; she can't handle the pressures that come with it.

My dear @onliafaze , I am going to do these one at a time cos I do not want you to wait forever and I am getting really into these. So first up is Midoriya! I wrote this even though it is over my character limit cos this was requested before I had posted my rules and it seemed unfair not to write it just because of that. These were supposed to be hc but I have no self control so sorry about that XD. ~Admin K 🎶

What was he going to do? These psychotic…things were destroying everything in the area. Three of them. These things looked like they were made of the odds and ends of all kinds of animals. With the body of a lion, a thick snake’s body coming from the spot where the lion’s tail would be, and from the waist up, they were human—they were the stuff of nightmares. They had terrifyingly large fangs dripping with poison, and it was obvious very quickly that the power of those snake tails had the power of being lethal with the right amount of force. Bat wings a kilometer in length sprouted from their lion backs.

People were running around like mad, desperately trying to escape them. People with all kinds of powerful quirks, but with no training to use them properly. Pro heroes had to be on their way, but who were these villians? Would the heroes even know how to stop them? First things first, he absolutely had to find ___ and get her to safety. His girlfriend was his number one priority at the moment; he could try to fend off those other guys later, but being quirkless in this situation? ___ was not safe here. He screamed her name, desperately calling to find her.

Where is she? Where is she?!

Midoriya:

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Anonymous asked:

Floof scenario with Todoroki and his smol s/o???? All the sugary, teeth rotting, cotton candy mess you have~~~

Originally posted by kirei-na-jinsei

 Insecure Todoroki > everything else. this took forever and it sucked i am so sorry anon~Admin K

  ‘Todoroki Shouto. Todoroki. Shou? Todo. No… Hmm, let’s see… Todoroki. To-do-ro-ki. Roki? Roki. Yeah, that sounds okay. Roki. Roki. Roki—’

    “___,” Todoroki said loudly next to her, bringing ___ out of her thoughts. She blinked, shaking the thoughts from her head like rain off of an umbrella. Finding a cute nickname for Todoroki would have to wait. The noise of the people in the lunch room suddenly seemed much louder than it had before.

   “Yes, Roki?”

   “What?”

    “I said: ‘yes, Todoroki,’” ___ corrected herself quickly.

    “Oh, sorry I must not have heard you. Anyway…” he started talking to her about something as he sat down across from her. She listened intently, focused on the mesmerizing way his mouth worked. ___ liked the way Todoroki’s lips moved when he spoke. They hardly did, and yet his words were always clearly enunciated. ___ felt the just barely controllable urge to run her fingers through his hair. She resisted that temptation.

    Although technically, ___ was allowed to do that now.

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Anonymous asked:

yOU GUYS LIKE SHINSOU??? OK NOT A REQUEST BUT CONSIDER: AS A KID SHINSOU IS ALWAYS BEING TOLD BY OTHER KIDS HOW HIS QUIRK IS GOOD FOR BEING A VILLAIN AND HE MEETS A GIRL WHEN THEY BOTH R LIKE 5 (1/2)

HER QUIRK IS REALLY VISIBLE LIKE ASHIDO’S SO SHE IS INSECURE ABOUT IT BUT SHE THINKS HIS QUIRK IS THE BEST THING EVER FOR DEFEATING BAD GUYS SO HE GETS A CRUSH ON HER AND THEY DATE AS ADULTS AHDKJANS (2/2)

look who still remembers how to write, you guys!! despite this not being a request i loved this idea way too much. also i lied cos i said i would do this monday and am doing it now instead lol. i have another cool thing to show you also about the girl in this fic!

*blows you all a kiss* for the shinsou fans

Originally posted by allenzwalker

As a child he remembered seeing his father never sleep. He asked him why and his father gave him the same perpetually exhausted half smile he always wore, as he set down the largest mug of coffee perhaps the world had ever seen.

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Anonymous asked:

Hi again! Can I have a royal AU with Tokoyami? He's a knight/guard at the castle and he's in a secret relationship with the princess? Thank you thank you ~☀️

K is going to hate me for this but listen, I love my bird son. I’m willing to write anything you can come up with for my bird son. Lay it on me.

“Young Knight, the princess has called you to her quarters. She requested that you come alone.”

Tokoyami barely spared the servant on the stairs a glance. If it weren’t for the reputation he had to uphold, he would’ve yelled at her by now. Instead, he kept silent, keeping rigid and alert, his sword drawn at his hip. Evidently, this made the servant nervous. She stood there whilst twiddling her thumbs and rocking back and forth; Tokoyami almost felt a little bit bad for her.

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headcanon that Todoroki’s left side is always really cozily warm and his right side is always kind of chilly no matter how he tries to control it, so with the change of the seasons he and his s/o will switch the side of the bed they sleep on. winter time? s/o is curled up against his left for warmth. summer? why melt when your boyfriend is literal refrigerator coolant? better sleep against his right side tonight.

Seven Minutes (Bakugou)

Silly little thing I wrote for my friend @ayyzor ‘s birthday!!! Ily and I hope you enjoy this <3 

P.S. I head canon that Bakugou is a complete lovesick dork when he has a crush. Don’t even fight me on this one. 

~ B 

Bakugou was not one for parties, and the fact that he was currently cooped up in the corner in the midst of one baffled everyone, even himself. He hated himself for coming, but he knew deep down he would’ve hated himself more if he didn’t. In the middle of the room stood __, holding a wild conversation with Kirishima about something that was most likely not. He showed up to this party for her, just to see her smile. Her smile was what was keeping him going tonight, and the realization of that disgusted him. He was absolutely smitten, and utterly in denial. 

Bakugou wondered how long this conversation was going to hold up for. It wasn’t as if he had been talking to her in the first place. He just hated the way Kirishima was. He could feel Midoriya looking at him from the opposite side of the room, probably pondering as to why he even showed up if he was just going to sit in the corner, scowl, and play with the small flames on his fingertips. He figured if he wanted her attention, he could just plop himself in the middle of the conversation any time he wanted to. Although, Kirishima could read him like an open book, and no matter how in denial Bakugou was of his evident liking to __, Kirishima knew otherwise. He would be outed, so it was safer in the corner. Although, despite his attempts at staying passive, Kirishima shot him glances every so often, smirked, then turned right back to __. It made Bakugou itch.

After a while their boisterous conversation conjured into bubbly whispering; Kirishima leaning in and saying things that made the lingering smile on her face linger longer. He knew that Kirishima wouldn’t flirt with her, he wasn’t being very coquettish in the first place, and hitting on a girl his friend fancied would go against his so called “bro-code.” All arrows lead to them gossiping about him, and that was the little motivation he needed to explode. He pushed himself up off the wall and brushed off his jeans, grabbing the attention of Ashido and Kaminari. Kirishima saw him coming, there’s no way he could not have, he had been staring at him almost the entire time he was at the party. Bakugou caught Kirishima’s eye, and the latter all but smirked.
“Bakugou! Issa ‘bout time!” The latter shuffled towards him, gleefully and almost fictitiously slapping him on the back.

“Whatever.” Bakugou muttered in reply. He pondered asking what all the staring was about, but he figured Kirishima was ready with an answer. A few feet away __ stood awkwardly fiddling with her red solo cup, eying its contents as if it were the most interesting thing occurring at a party. Although the whole celebration was devised for her sake, she still looked as if she was a fish out of water. Bakugou thought about ditching Kirishima over here, who would not stop slapping his back and asking about how fun his corner had been. He could go ask __ what was in her cup, wish her a happy birthday without being aggressive, he could compliment her, even. He couldn’t bring himself to do it, though. Although, she must’ve been thinking the same thing, because suddenly she crushed the cup in her hand and looked up towards him. She winked, then waved him over. He felt his heart skip a beat and he scowled, but willingly stumbled over anyways. Kirishima had started to follow him, much to his demise, and Ashido was making her way up behind __. He knew all the odds of this situation were going to be against his favor.

When Ashido slinked her arms around __’s shoulders, she made an evident noise of displeasure. She looked up at him quick, her brows furrowed in disappointment, and was suddenly tugged away by Ashido. Bakugou huffed, oblivious to the way Ashido and Kirishima were mouthing things to each other across the room.

Minutes later, the bass from the speakers that made plastic cups rumble came to a sudden halt, knocking a few off of tables and making people whine in protest. Kaminari hopped up onto the stage, taking two steps at a time, and snatched the mic from the DJ’s hands, almost dropping it to the floor in the process. Baugou knew whatever the purpose of this was, it was not smart, especially if Kaminari was involved.

“Who wants to play a game!” He shouted suddenly, the feedback through the speakers almost making it impossible to hear what he said in the first place. A few people groaned, like Iida and Tokoyami, who immediately turned away from the DJ table without hearing the end of it. Bakugou would have, too, if he knew __ wasn’t involved. He knew she was, though. She had to be, since all his friends had been chatting her up all night.

“We’re gonna be playing seven minutes in heaven in the den in, like, ten minutes! Come if you’re not a pussy!” With that, Kaminari hopped off the stage, dropped the mic and himself on the floor which caused a loud, static noise of pressure and Kaminari’s faint “I’m okay!”

Bakugou was not going to play a game meant for twelve year olds. He would die before he gave into a cliche party game like this. Although, Kirishima had found him in the crowd somehow,  devious smile on his face. He knew he was in for a long night, now.

“You gonna play?” Kirishima asked, only for Bakugou to scowl in reply.

“The fuck am I, twelve?”

“Just because you play doesn’t mean you have to kiss anyone! You could be shoved in there with Sero or something and just dick around for seven minutes.” Kirishima shrugged. “I dunno. I’m playing. I think you should. It’s not like anyone wants to kiss you anyways.”

“Excuse me?” Bakugou huffed, which made Kirishima smirk again. “I know what you’re trying to do, Shark Week. It’s not working.”

“Fi-ine. Whatever. Still think you should play, though. __ is.”

“Who cares if __’s playing?”

“What if she picks you?”

Bakugou knew for a fact that his face was flushed up, he didn’t need to see himself to prove it. He merely frowned and shook his head. If this conversation lasted any longer, Bakugou swore he would kill himself.

“If you really want me to play that bad, fine, I will. It’s only ‘cause I don’t care enough to fight you right now. I’m saving my energy for better things.”

“Yeah. Like kissing __.”

“Die.”

Bakugou only started regretting joining the game when Sero, Kirishima and Kaminari were all forcing his back inside the closet. He thought maybe, just maybe he wouldn’t be cursed more than he already was when he sat down into that cussed circle. If he wasn’t paired up with __, he might just be paired up with one of his friends, maybe even someone he tolerated; Tokoyami, Koda and Shouji were forced to play, somehow, and being thrown in there with one of them meant seven minutes of silence and small talk, something he could bare. What he was not prepared for was being thrown in with Midoriya, who was sitting in the closet and laughing. Eventually, Kirishima had booted him inside, slamming the door and locking it without a word.

“I know you hate this, but please don’t kill me.” Midoriya chuckled, placing his hands out infront of him.

“Not planning on it. Leave me alone.”

Nobody spoke another word for about five minutes, Bakugou keeping the dimly lit room brighter with the spark on his palm.

“Hey, Katsuki.”

“What?”

“You like __, don’t you?”

“Didn’t I tell you to leave me alone?” He barked, and the spark in his hand grew to be a flame, which he put out in an instant after he realized what he had done.

“I know but…” Midoriya paused for a moment, contemplating what to say next. “I think you should tell her how you feel.”

“Since when were you a shrink, Deku?” He hissed, but not as violently as he would on most days. Midoriya shrugged.

“Just a suggestion.”

As if the Gods had been watching over him, Kirishima opened the door, bracing himself as if he had expected the closet to be in ruins. Bakugou merely peered up at him from his ball on the floor, as did Midoriya, until Bakugou stood up and stretched his back.

“That was fucking terrible…” He muttered under his breath, shuffling over to his spot in the circle and taking an overly melodramatic plop back down on the dirty carpeted floor. The basket with everyone’s items was continuously passed around the circle, Mineta being placed with Momo, who inevitably quit before Mineta could even get word in. Tokoyami got thrown in somehow, complaining how he ‘couldn’t even kiss in the first place, so the whole ordeal was pointless.’ It had taken an hour before the circle had come around to him again, and he was almost petrified to stick his hand in. He did, nonetheless, his stomach in knots because he knew this was the last time he would go, and another awkward situation with Midoriya was not something he needed right now. He fumbled around for a moment, Kirishima nudging him in the knee and begging him to “please, pick one already, dude.” His hand came across something solid, cold, and without thinking further, he tugged it out of the bag. It was a geode. Bakugou was a bit shocked, especially since everyone else’s items seemed to be hair clips or cell phone charms.

“Who the hell carries fancy ass rocks in their pockets to parties?” He inquired, eyebrows furrowed as he ran his thumb across the jagged purple edges. He figured it was pretty, though. If the person he got paired with was nice enough, he figured he might ask to keep it.

“Aye, that would be me!”

Bakugou looked up from the geode to see __ rising to her feet, stumbling a bit awkwardly and trying to hide her embarrassment. “They’re called geodes, by the way, not fancy ass rocks.”

“Oh.” That was all Bakugou was able to say before pocketing the thing and rising to his feet as well. All his friends were staring at him maliciously and in that moment, Bakugou knew this had all been one horrific set up.

“You suck.” He had managed to mouth to Kirishima before scooting into the closet, ignoring the way Ashido and Sero were making kissy faces behind him. __ was next to come in, pressing her back up against the wall and nodding towards Kirishima. He smirked at the both of them, made a kissy face himself, then slammed the door.

The two stood there in silence, Bakugou afraid to even set off a light again. __ shuffled every so often, and when her legs brushed up against his, she’d peep a quiet, “sorry!” before pressing herself against the wall again.

“I like your rock.” Bakugou said, suddenly through the silence. Internally, he cursed himself for how stupid he must’ve sounded. He was locked in a closet with who had to be the prettiest girl he had ever seen in his life, and all he could do was compliment her stupid rock?

“Thanks! I have a ton. You can keep it, if you want.”

“Oh, thanks. And uh, happy birthday.” He muttered, patting his pocket to make sure it was still in there.

“No prob, and thank you!”

A silence fell across them again, and Bakugou could feel the minutes ticking by. There was nothing more he wanted to do than kiss her, but he feared that was something he could not do.

“Hey, __”

“Hmm?”

“Can I kiss you?”

__ fell silent. Bakugou sighed, knowing he had screwed up. He was in too deep to realize his feelings could never be mutual. He was embarrassed and enraged all at once, and he was praying Kirishima would just open the damn door already.

“Sorry. That was fucking stupid of me. You don’t have to do anything.”

“I never said I didn’t wanna kiss you, Katsuki” She muttered, grabbing his hand out of his pocket. “I’m down if you’re down.”

Bakugou didn’t miss the way she stumbled over her words, or the way her hand shook around his. All he could do was smile. He let his hand fall from hers and let a spark arise, the shadow flickering across her face and revealing a startled blush.

“Cute…” He muttered, before taking her cheek in his other hand and tentatively pressing his lips against hers. She was frozen, so he backed off for a moment, watching to see of she was okay, before dipping back in. She kissed back this time, awkward at first to see where her hands would go, before warming up to it all. It wasn’t a long kiss, definitely not a perfect one, but Bakugou couldn’t deny the butterflies in his stomach.

“I’m surprised you’re not a rougher kisser.” She had muttered, suddenly, her hands still around Bakugou waist as he pressed soft kisses to her neck.

“S’ cause I fucking like you.” He muttered, shamelessly, too caught up in the moment to think about his words.

“I…” She paused for a moment, waiting for Bakugou to stop kissing that certain place on her neck until she tugged him back by his collar. He looked at her, confused. He figured maybe she didn’t reciprocate his feelings, but that thought had been thrown out the window the moment she kissed him back.

“I like you too. Like, a lot.” She nodded, only for Bakugou to furrow his eyebrows.

“Why’d you pull me away, then?”

“Cause I wanted to say that to your face.”

“That’s sappy as hell, __.”

“We’re playing seven minutes in heaven, dude. It doesn’t get sappier than that.”

There was a sudden knock on the door before it swung open, Kirishima peeking inside to see the two of them pressed up against their separate walls once more, although both red in the face.

“I see you two had fun.”

“Shut it.” Bakugou had shot __ one last look before pushing passed the door, and breaking away from the circle. __ had done the same, following right behind him. It made him a bit happy that she had chosen to do so.

“Hey, Katsuki?”

“Hm?”

“I dunno if it was made clear already or anything, but uh, do you wanna go out with me?”

“Do I wanna go out with you?” Bakugou shook his head, grabbing her shoulders and pulling her down a vacant hall. He smiled, and without even thinking, kissed her cheek. “More than anything.”

“Good. ‘Cause soft Katsuki is the best Katsuki, in my opinion. I can get used to this.”

“Oh, shut it.”

“Make me.”

With that, Bakugou looked around him, making sure everyone was still occupied in their stupid little party game, and kissed her again. He figured that maybe, just maybe, parties weren’t so bad, after all.

you really cannot tell me that Tokoyami did not feel cheated that he got a bird head but not bird wings. that is like getting a car as a gift but not getting the keys, or wheels. because there is nowhere to put the wheels. in fact, you thought you got a car and instead it was just the frame of the car. no engine. no stereo. no air conditioning. just metal in the shape of a car.