callmemrsbakugou

OC: "Smile, Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight! Let's get that gremlin ass up in the charts, shall we?"

Bakugo: *grits teeth, smiles* Whatever. C'mere.

OC: *pretends not to be flustered* *is hyperaware of his hand placement* *screams internally*

Warning: mentions of mc death, pregnancy

"Bakugo-san.. I'm truly sorry but we need you to do skin to skin with the baby. If you could follow me, please."

Katsuki's blank stare drifts from your cold limp hand that he held in his, to one of the nurses waiting on him. He blinks once, twice, taking in a deep staggering breath and trying to make sense of what is happening.

Right now, he may just have lost the love of his life. You're right here, in front of him. He's holding your hand for fucks sake. But also, not really.

He was forced to let go of you as the doctors and other personnel in the delivery room desperately try to save you. Pushing shit into your IV line, taking turns restarting your heart and manually forcing it to beat until it hopefully starts beating on its own.

But Katsuki has seen this scene play out before from the numbers of colleagues and civilians he witnessed being on the brink of death.

In the beginning, he used to hold hope. That their eyes would open or they would come gasping for air after all the efforts to resuscitate them. But 9 times out of 10, he watches the forlorn look on the faces of the people trying to save them as they put a white linen over their faces in defeat.

And Katsuki can feel it in his bones that.. you're gone. That you are not coming back. It should have made sense. How perfectly blissful the past year of your marriage had been. How it seemed too good to be true; to be on the top of his fucking game and to be able come home to you every single day. How utterly happenstance that in the same year of being hailed the top hero of his generation did he get the news that you're also pregnant. With his dream baby boy.

Bakugo should have known something bad was bound to happen. That something was bound to take his happiness away.

What kills him is that there was nothing he can do to fucking save you. Not with all his might, not with all the damn training he had gone through, not with all the successful rescues he has under his belt. This was beyond his power. All he could do was watch helplessly on the side, praying to whatever god was willing to listen to his pleas that he now knows had fallen to deaf ears as the doctor takes the paddles from your chest and meets his gaze in resignation.

"Time of death.." the doctor calls and Bakugo takes your hand again and keeps his gaze on it, not having it in him to look at your beautiful face knowing you're not really there anymore. No. He refuses to see you like this.

Instead, Bakugo closes his eyes. Remembering how you were just moments ago. Smiling despite the labor pains. Laughing despite the contractions and telling him, "I sure hope he takes after you so it's all worth it. I hope he gets your eyes. So that if he turns out to be a brat, I would not have the heart to stay mad at him for too long."

"Bakugo-san?" That one nurse asked for him again and all Bakugo could think was, could he do it? Hold his son?

Can Bakugo love him? Despite the fact that he just lost the love of his life over him, someone he has never met.

Bakugo swallows the lump that has formed in his throat.

Can he do it?

It took everything in him to let go of your hand and follow aimlessly to the ward. He was instructed to sit on the chair and from his periphery, he can see the kid in the light blue swaddle that you picked out.

His brows furrowed as he unbuttons his dress shirt. The nurse eases the baby in his arms and Bakugo grits his teeth as his little cheek squished against his bare chest.

Bakugo may have been in shock because despite the tremendous grief he feels, he's not crying or screaming his heart out or destroying everything in sight. But.. When the baby coos in his arms and wiggles in the swaddle to free his little hand, Bakugo's heart seems to jumpstart back to life. Because just as Bakugo reaches for his little hand to tuck it back in the swaddle, he wraps his hand on Bakugo's index finger and opens his little eyes.

And his eyes were exactly like yours. Your e/c ones that he thought he would never see again after you closed yours forever.

Bakugo's brows shoot up in realization that he was dead wrong. That he loves his son more than anything. That his son is the living, breathing piece of you that he gets to keep. That he would do anything to protect and keep him happy and healthy.

Bakugo smiles as his son looks up at him, glad that the gods didn't listen to you when you wished for your son to take after him.

In another life, maybe he would get to keep you both. But for now, he'll take what he can get. And despite losing you, his main reason for living, at least his son was alive and well. And your little 'Kazuki' as you used to fondly call him when he was still in your belly, should be reason enough to keep Bakugo going.

"I don't want to do this." 

Bakugo mutters uneasily as he holds the now too wrinkly piece of paper that he spent all night writing. You can see how annoyed he is and you offer a soft smile as you reach for his hand and say, "Nevermind then." 

Bakugo looks up to glare at you but it softens all too quickly as he meets your gaze. "I don't want to do it, but I never said I won't." He says with a sharp exhale. "And I've already done it so-" 

"Fuck, okay." He shifts in his seat by your thigh on the bed, swallowing hard as he holds the paper under his nose. Almost covering his entire face. "I'm going to start." He grumbled, crimson eyes flickering up at you for a second.

You nod and squeeze his hand to encourage him but he holds it tight as he begins to read.

"When you asked me for this, I really wished you could have fucking asked for anything else instead." Bakugo curses under his breath. First sentence in and already his throat is closing in on his own. "Because.. doing this means accepting it- that there will come one morning and you just won't be there.. And I don't think I can ever be ready for that." 

Your chest tightens as you realize it too, heart breaking further as you watch Katsuki struggle to hold back his emotions. 

"But you have always been good at annoying me and making me do shit I don't want to do." Bakugo runs his thumb over your knuckle, gaze softening as he continues to read. "I have never written a eulogy before because frankly, I thought I'd bite the dust before everybody else since I'm the one who's always out fighting and risking my life." He shrugs and makes a face.

I feel like the chance of this happening would be very slim because Bakugo is amazing with his quirk as we have been shown in the anime/manga. Then again, nobody is perfect. So in the instance this happens, he would be absolutely mortified.

It's all becoming too much. The pressure as a top hero, the unsolved crimes he's having trouble with, his parents breathing down his neck about how he should be thinking about settling down and finally marry you before you change your mind..

He had just gotten off the phone with his mom, blathering on about how she's not getting any younger and how badly she wants grandkids. Then you happened to take his mom's side this time, saying something like, "She's right though. All our friends are married and have kids on their own.. Maybe it's time we start thinking about it?"

Bakugo didn't mean to get mad at you. He was just frustrated.. of course, he wants all that too. He wants to make you the happiest woman in the world and give you everything you want. But when you start talking like this, it makes him feel terrible. Like he's not doing enough. Like he is not enough.

And Bakugo is not one to self pity. Instead, he lashes out.

So he starts blurting out hurtful things. Going on about how he has better things to do than play house with you, how you might be ready to throw your life away but he isn't.

Tears instantly flood your eyes. Anger bubbles in your chest because you have been nothing but supportive yet here he goes, making you feel inadequate. Like you were undeserving of his love. So you turn away from him and start to walkaway.

By the time you were grabbing your keys, Bakugo realizes his mistake and starts to apologize. He catches your elbow and spun you around but you resist his touch.

"Let me go!" You yell at him but he holds you even tighter, yelling back. "No! You're not leaving!"

"I said, let go!" You push at his chest and he stumbles back in shock. He sees red and went on to grab your wrist before you could slip away completely. To his shock, his quirk activates just as his hand circles around your wrist.

You yelp in pain, cradling your hand close to your chest. Eyes wide as you stared in disbelief at the bright red mark he has left.

Bakugo would be frozen, gaze zeroing on the inflicted damage he caused you. His hands would tremble, his throat would ran dry, his heart sinking to his stomach. Because.. he had just hurt you. The person he swore to protect with his life. The main reason he continues being a hero, the person he wants to make the world a safer place for.

And you would be stunned too. Fear undeniably coursing through your veins. But then you would see the horror in his eyes and you would know he's as taken aback as you are.

"Y/n.. I-I didn't mean to-" he chokes out, taking a step back from you as he hides his hands behind him, tears glistening and threatening to spill from his remorseful gaze. "I'm s-sorry, I'm so damn sorry." His voice cracks by the end, his ragged breathing and pulse pounding hard behind his ears was all he could hear.

The fear in your eyes would break his heart. He can see your trust in him fading and all he could do was mutter his apologies over and over again. And even though he wants to reach out and help you, he's too scared out of his mind. Afraid he might end up hurting you again by accident.

Bakugo Katsuki is the type of boyfriend that turns tickle or play fights somehow into self-defense lectures. Screaming, "Come on, Y/n!! Get me off!" "You're tough one, aren't ya??" "Fuck, baby, harder!!"

And you're like, "Damn it, Katsuki! Can't you be a normal boyfriend for once and just make out with me??" Voice muffled against the sheets as he holds you in an armlock.

No, but seriously, Bakugo would give you lovesick stares glares when you're not looking. Mentally cursing you for making him fall for you. You aren't even his type! You're annoying as fuck!! But now he can't even hold your gaze without blushing, without having that intrusive thought of 'What if I just kiss y/n? What's the worst that could happen?' which he also mentally responds with 'well, worst case scenario is that y/n freaks out and you lose your best friend forever!! *redacted* *redacted* *holy moly more redacted words*"

So lately, whenever Bakugo just groans in frustation out of the blue when you're hanging out, it's him really thinking, How in the fuck could I ever just be friends with y/n when I've fallen this damn hard???

Bakugo falling in love with someone who also just happens to be diagnosed with a terminal / fatal illness had been plaguing my mind. 

At first, he would be extremely in denial.

Because jesus fuck, was this the universe's way of getting back at him for all the bad things he has done in the past?? That in billions of people walking this goddamn world, he just had to fall in love with someone whose days are literally numbered? 

But he couldn't help himself. He finds himself gravitating towards the hospital where you were confined. Would spend his days off with you. Would bring you all sorts of things. Flowers. Fruits. Books. Stuffed toys to hug at night.

On your bad days, he would come running. Grasping your hand and praying to gods he didn't even fucking believe in. Please.. Just fucking hear me out, even just this once. He'd pray hard with tears stinging his eyes, hands trembling as he raises your cold limp one to his lips.

And you'd wake up with his blonde nest of a hair tickling your cheek. A smile would pull the corners of your lips seeing him fast asleep on a chair next to your bed, the entire upper part of his body resting against your hospital bed. You'll also realize he's still holding your hand even in his sleep. 

You remember him touching your head last night when he thought you were unconscious, murmuring, "You're going to get better. You have to." You hear the fear in his voice, the sadness. And the thought of breaking his heart even more by keeping his hopes up scares you even more than dying. 

So the moment he wakes up, you hold his face and kiss his nose. "You didn't have to stay. I bet your neck and back are killing you." You frown, eyeing his uncomfortable position.

Bakugo would shake his head, sitting upright but never letting go of your hand. "I'm good." He'll insist, voice still laced with sleep. "I'm gonna go tell the doctor you're awake." He stops short feeling your weak tug when he tries to pull away. 

"What is it? What's wrong?" Bakugo would ask in panic, looking you over. He'll glare at machines monitoring you and relax a bit seeing there's no alarming changes from before and that it's not making any obnoxious beeping either. But then he'll notice your tearful gaze.

You'll take a deep breath and struggle to form words at first. And Bakugo thought it was one of those days when you get hopeless and tired of fighting this damn illness so he gets on the bed next to you and holds you in his arms. 

"Shh, I'm right here." He'll say, kissing your temple. But this makes you sob harder.

"That's the problem, Katsuki." You whimper. "You shouldn't have to see me like this-"

"Stop it." 

Bakugo would struggle to breathe. He's been through this before. You've pushed him away numerous times and he knows better, knew it was better if he detaches himself earlier on but.. he just couldn't do it.  

"But-"

"Y/n please-"

"Bakugo," you'll hold his face and look up at him with a pleading gaze. "The doctors gave us the odds. And I know heroes like you are good at beating and defying them. But I'm no hero." You shake your head. "I may not get better. And you have to accept that."

"You think I never tried?" Bakugo's voice gets thick, holding back his tears. "You don't think I never convinced myself to accept the fact that the person I want to spend the rest of my life with is going to be taken away from me one of these days?"

"Do you know that I hate going to sleep because I'm damn scared that you're going to be gone when I wake up? I can't keep my head straight at work because I can save everybody except the one person I actually fucking care about-" Bakugo takes a deep shaky breath and tears finally falls from his eyes. "And there's nothing I can do!" He shakes his head frantically. "I can't fucking do anything! Nothing but stay beside you through this hell!"

"So I beg you, do not ask me to go away again. Because if you- aren't going to get better-" his face crumples and struggles to speak for a while, but he takes another deep breath and continues, "If really are going to die, then, just let me stay by your side for as long as I can." 

"Just, please, let me fucking stay."

Bakugo hated parties.

But he attends the ones his friends throw anyway because, well, nowadays it's the only time he can meet with them with their lives and careers pulling them to different directions.

He can now feel today's events taking a toll on him as he steps into the shower. He rolls his shoulders back and throws his head back, letting the warm water from the shower wash away the sticky feeling on his face that the sparkling wine stupid Denki accidentally splashed over him when he opens up the bottle.

A gentle smile pulls the corners of his lips remembering random moments from the New Year's Eve party.

When Kirishima pulls Mina to the side as the clock strikes twelve, finally confessing after years of pining; When dumb Deku suddenly got all fucking sappy out of nowhere, giving out a full speech about how grateful he is for the past year and how glad he is that everyone's healthy and well.

Bakugo puts on one of his old ratty shirts and gray sweatpants before climbing on to bed. His muscles relax instantly the moment his body hits the soft mattress.

"God, another fuckin' year had just passed?" He exclaims to himself in disbelief as he eyes the new year on the date on his phone after setting his alarm.

You stir from your sleep because of his little outburst but not enough to fully wake, all too tired from the party as well. Bakugo glances at you guiltily and bites his lip. He grins when he sees you fall right back to sleep, mouth slightly parted.

Bakugo carefully lays on his side to face you, hand reaching to cup your face. "Y/n." He murmurs, watching you intently.

You hum but refused to open your eyes. You then feel his thumb graze your lower lip to gently rouse you again.

"You're still awake, right?"

His question makes you want to kick him off the bed. But you don't even have the energy for that. Mina had you dancing all night and Sero had you downing shot after shot. Bakugo holds in a laugh seeing your brows furrow. You always get grumpy when you're tired or sleepy.

"Yea, but 'm tired." You mutter, grabbing the hand he has against your cheek and interlacing your fingers loosely with his. "Let's sleep please."

"Not before you hear this." He says in a quiet voice. You feel him scoot closer, so close that you feel his breath fan your face and the tip of his tall nose brushes against yours.

You were about to ask if this can't wait until later but then he starts speaking softly. His voice just above a whisper as he holds your hand tighter.

"You were my plot twist, you know." He sighs contentedly.

"I didn't expect you to come along. Or stay after getting to know what it's like being with me.. but you did. And I'm so fucking happy that you did. I never knew it before but- you are exactly what I have been needing in my life."

When you opened your eyes to stare at him in awe, you found that his eyes were closed. Your gaze then falls on your intertwined fingers, watching his thumb rub soothing circles on your scaphoid as he continues to mumble. Sounding more and more sleepy with every word.

"I'm glad I got to welcome another fucking year with you." He smiles and nudges your nose with his, eyes opening a bit. You smile back inevitably but he kisses you. He laughs quietly as you wrap a leg around his slim waist, pushing him on his back as you get on top of him to kiss him deeper.

Bakugo holds your face and stared up at you with a look in his eyes that made your heart swell. It's as if you're the most beautiful person in the planet, as if you're the woman of his dreams. And unbeknownst to you, mostly because you always second guess yourself, you truly fucking are.

"I love you so damn much." He murmurs, pulling you back down to kiss you lovingly. "Happy new year, baby."

Bakugo Katsuki would be the type to work on Christmas day instead of taking a day off. He would leave you a gift on the kitchen counter though with the thing you have been wanting to get for yourself for months.

And alongside it would be a note saying, Don't bother getting me shit. Waking up next to your annoying ass is the best Christmas gift I could fuckin' ask for. Love ya. -Kats

Warnings: mentions of mature content, pregnancy, abortion

Not everything turns out the way you planned it.

Bakugo stares at his reflection solemnly as he gets ready to head out. It has been over 5 years since he debuted as a pro and despite graduating as one of the top students, he's struggling to get in the charts. 

People around him tell him he's adored as he is, brash behavior and rough around the edges and all but his standing amongst his colleagues said otherwise. He's also not earning as much as the others because he's not marketable as kid-friendly and the ones that approach him for endorsements goes against everything Bakugo believes in. No way in damn hell is he posing half fucking naked for a dumb cologne he personally would not use.

But he tries to convince himself that he's content. That he can get to the top without changing a single thing about him. Because if you can love him as he is, someone good, someone beautiful inside and out, then it's only a matter of time and perseverance before others do too. 

Right?

"Take care today, baby." He hears your soft voice before seeing your arms go around his waist through the reflection. He smiles a little and turns to face you, effortlessly lifting you up and kissing you on the cheek. "Always am." He chuckles when he sees you struggling to open your eyes. "I made breakfast. Left it in the oven. Try and get some more sleep, it's still too fucking early for you."

A yawn escapes you as you nod. "Yeah, I just wanted to say bye. And that, I love you."

Bakugo huffs as he grins. Since being with you, you have never failed to do this no matter how tired you are from the night before. At first he found it sappy. Now it's one of the main reasons he even wants to get up in the morning. Knowing you'll be there to remind him that he is loved. 

"Love you too, nerd." He murmurs, leaning in to rub his nose with yours which always makes you smile. 

Bakugo kisses you one more time before setting back on your feet. But before he could cross the threshold, you call his name instead of the usual endearment. It made him stop in his tracks and turn to look at you worriedly but then you plaster on a sheepish smile, rubbing your arm.

He raises a brow and you open your mouth to speak or so he thinks. Your lips tremble but nothing comes out. You swallow hard and try again. 

"I-I think I'm ready for a baby."

"I'm not accepting this." He shakes his head firmly. "And no, I'm not accepting you neither. "

Your nervous smile vanishes from your face as you straighten back up look up at him, arms still outstretched and holding out what practically is your heart on a platter.

You are stunned. Finding yourself swallowing hard and trying to keep eye contact with those sharp rubies of his. A weak, "Why?" passes your lips and his face morphs with disbelief. His answer broke your heart into half completely.

"Because I'm me. And you're.. well," he looked at you head to toe, then his cold gaze bore back to yours. "..you."

You stumble back as he shoves your letter and now ruined box of chocolates you handmade along with Sato's help. You bit back a sob as the realization sinks in.

Did you seriously think your confession would end up like those romantic comedy movies you've seen? That the handsome boy, who also happens to be one of the top students in the class would somehow end up liking stupid, pathetic, plain ol' you?

Maybe you got way ahead of yourself. Maybe you just gave meaning to his small acts of kindness that you thought he only showed to you.

Were those small smiles in between study sessions with him just an illusion of yours? Or those lingering touches when he helps you get up during training? Did you just imagine it when he held your cheek asking you repeatedly if you're alright after finding you having a hard time getting back to your feet? Were those moments when you're left alone just romanticization of what to Bakugo was just a plain 'hang out'?

Was it all just in your head? Did you make all of those up? This idea of him quite possibly caring for you too?

Oh.

Bakugo saw a switch turn off within you. He watches your shoulders sag, hands dropping your hard work, pieces of your heart really, falling and scattering all over the floor. The blonde's lips press into a thin line as he hears you murmur a defeated, "I understand."

But truly, you fucking don't.

Because as Bakugo lets you walk away, you took his broken heart with you. The same heart he guarded with snarky remarks and piercing glares. The same one that fell for everything that comprises you, your dumb flaws included. How in the hell he ends up adoring them too was beyond his comprehension.

The same stupid, fearful heart that made him think he could never deserve you. That you deserve someone kind and gentle and just, better.. Everything that isn't him.

Bakugo laughs to himself bitterly as you vanish at the end of hallway. Tears glistening and pricking at his eyes as he picks up your letter from the floor. Sight being impaired by more tears that come to rim his lower lids as he scans through your writing.

He crumples it. Then stuffed it in his jogging pants' pocket.

He went on to clean up the mess you left. Fingers trembling as he picks up one of the many soiled heart shaped chocolates. Eyeing it for a second before popping it in his mouth.

Silent tears glide down his cheeks at how perfect it tastes.

At how perfect you are.

And how unworthy he fucking feels.

Had the silliest thought. Imagine breaking up with Bakugo because he's so career driven and a jerk half the time. And you're like, screw this!! The good sex and bragging rights of dating a prohero are just no longer worth the head and heart aches.

So you go, "I'm done. Let's break up, Katsuki."

And he would look up from his dinner to glare at you. Jaw clenching for a sec before muttering a low, firm, "No."

And you'd do a double take at him. Because, uh, what???

"What do you mean 'no'?? I wasn't asking for your permission, I'm saying I'm done!"

His nostrils would flare, scowl would deepen as looks you over. You look sure as hell and he's not letting this shit happen. "I said fuck no." He'll seethe. "We're not breaking up. I'm not letting you go."

"You're insane." You'll glare at him though a part of you silently screams out of elation that he's fighting you on this.

"Whatever. Tell me what you fucking want, I'll be better, I'll make it up to you. But we are absofuckinglutely not breaking up." He'd say, shaking his head. You would roll your eyes and stomp your way to your shared bedroom.

Bakugo would jump out of his seat when he hears the closet open.

When he sees you reaching for your clothes he'd dash behind you to hold you still. You'd squeal but you're robbed of air at how tightly he's holding you, making sure your arms are pinned against your body so you won't be able to move.

"Bakugo, what the hell???" You'd complain breathlessly. You'll feel him loosen his grip a bit, strong arms sliding down to hug your middle, face nuzzling at your neck from behind.

"I'm sorry, alright?" He'd murmur, voice slightly trembling. "Don't fuckin' leave me. I can change. I promise."

You would sigh and crane your neck to look back up at him. "I know.. Apology accepted." He'd look up finally and you'd realize his eyes were all glassy with tears. "I wasn't grabbing clothes to leave. I was just going to get ready for bed."

A smile would spread from your lips when you see and feel this hulking man finally relax, you can practically feel his relief through his warm skin.

"You scared the shit out of me." He'd mumble against the skin of your neck, making your heart swell. At least now you know he cares enough about you.

Bakugo is piece of work.

But as long as he makes it worth it, as long as he wants you in his life.. you'll always find it in you to stay.

It's exam week again and I am thinking about Bakugo who would stare at your message thread thinking about how it has been over 8 hours since you last replied. Bakugo who throughout his patrols would check his phone and hope every notification he gets would be from you. Bakugo who would not interrupt you from studying but would relentlessly worry if you've had anything to eat instead of filling your body with crap and just caffeine.

Thinking about Bakugo who knows by heart at what time of the day you give yourself a small break and would make sure he made himself available for your quick video calls to check in and apologize for ignoring him all day.

But when minutes pass without you contacting him, he would be at your door / window as fast as he his legs and quirk would take him.

His scowl would fade and the erratic pounding of his heart would cease seeing you passed out on your desk.

Bakugo would not wake you but he would take your glasses off, gently place a quilt over you and sneak a kiss on your temple.

When you wake up from your nap, you'll realize your dorm smells of actual food and your stomach would protest. And then, you'll see Bakugo standing over your small kitchen hunched over as he plates the last of his cooking.

Without turning around he'll say, "Get your ass over here and fuckin' eat." You'd rub your eyes and look the table realizing he's made a complete meal. "I made you your crap coffee too. Just how you like it."

You'd laugh to yourself seeing your cup next to his half drunken one. Black like his soul as he once said, and yours which he calls shit for wanting some milk on it.

You'd proceed to hug him from behind, kissing his shoulder blade. You close your eyes and sigh in contentment and gratefulness. Bakugo would turn his head to look at you and he'll notice the bags under your eyes which makes him sigh too. He'll place the pan back on the counter and turn around just enough to drape his arms around you.

"How's your nap?" He'd ask in his soft voice which makes you grin everytime.

"Good." You'd pull his face down to peck his cheek. "Thank you for coming over. And sorry for not messaging you all day."

"S' fine. I know you're safe here anyway." He'd mumble. "Had dumb Deku patrol your street twice the normal routine since he's assigned in your district."

You'll sigh and feel the need to stop him from bothering his friends like this but you know he'll do it anyway, so you just thank him for it.

"Your exam ends this Friday, right?"

When you nod, he smiles softly and pull you to sit with him on the table. "I'll take the day off, let's go somewhere we can both sleep for 12 hours straight."

Bakugo chuckles when the offer lit up your face. "I'd love that actually." You giggle and lean closer to kiss him. Bakugo would kiss you back eagerly, hand going to your neck, the other on your back pulling on you to have you sit on his lap.

"I'll wait for you outside your uni, okay?" He'll say as you pull away. Honestly looking forward to spending some alone time with his girl finally.

And get some well deserved sleep.

Idk, man. Just thinking about ProHero Bakugo with a college / postgrad student s/o who drops by in the middle of the night in between his patrols, taps on your window just to bring you over some coffee and snacks, gives you a quick peck on the lips while squishing your cheeks and muttering "You fucking got this." once he pulls away.

And when you finally smile and regain motivation, he'll give your butt a playful slap and smirk at you, saying proudly, "That's my girl."

Ex boyfriend Bakugo would corner the new man he sees dropping by food and gifts at your office.

The first time he sees the asshole, he almost blasts him right from where he stood. But then, he'll see you run out of your office with a huge smile on your face. The smile that he loves. The one that you used to always give him. The one that he hasn't seen in a damn while since towards the end of the relationship, he always ends up making you cry.

The next time Bakugo sees the guy was when Bakugo finally had the courage to bring in the last of your things he figures you'd still want back. Your favorite book, that old sweater that still smells like you, the wrist watch you've owned since college.. Truth be told, he holds on to these with the hope you'll eventually find your way back together. But he's now made peace with the reality that you're better off without him. And that this.. new guy, is actually decent and could possibly deserve you.

Bakugo takes his time in your office, eyes lingering on the spare key you've given him when you started working here which he has placed on your desk next to the box of your belongings. He knows it's your day off today anyway, so he lingers. Looking at a polaroid photos of your pet by the wall, your now abstract screensaver instead of an old photo of you and him from your anniversary years ago.. His brows furrow when he suddenly hears the doorknob rattle. Did your schedule change?

"Oh, great. It's unlocked." The stranger laughs to himself.

Bakugo turns around just in time to see the new guy you're seeing step into the office with an armful of flowers and boxes of pastries. Poor guy was struggling so badly that Bakugo rolled his eyes and opened the door wider for him.

"T-thanks!!" He says, smiling up at him only to jump a little when sees Bakugo.

"You're Y/n's ex-"

The top hero takes a deep breath and nods. "I just dropped some of Y/n's things off. I was about to leave."

The two didn't know what to say after that. So Bakugo just nods to himself and heads for the door.

He stops by the threshold though and grimaces. He turns around and looks at the gifts your new beau brought. Bakugo clenches his jaw, not sure why he's doing this but he goes on to say, "Y/n is going to say she doesn't like flowers. Would tell you to get her something practical instead. Like a mug or some shit she could use at work. But keep getting them anyway.. because it makes her smile for days."

He then looks at the pastries and his heart clenches. "Y/n doesn't like that flavor. But she'll eat it anyway because you've made an effort to get her that. Next time, hit the bakery down the street and ask the granny there what she always gets with her coffee."

The other guy nods slowly, eyeing his gifts as he sets it down your table. "Thank you." He murmurs.

Bakugo blinks and then shakes his head once.

"Sorry.. anyway." He huffs then walks towards the other guy and patted his arm. "You're probably a good guy if Y/n decided to give you a damn chance."

"But if you fuck up and hurt her, I will hunt you down. Got it?"

Okay but imagine dating Bakugo for a few months now and never getting the chance to tell your classmates because you're all doing internships in different agencies and you all have different schedules.

You two barely see each other as well. Bakugo has to go past his precious sleeping schedule to sneak into your room just so you both could have dinner together; sometimes you sneak into his room for some morning cuddles and he'd complain about the stiff material of your hero uniform because you're already geared up since you have an earlier calltime than him.

Then one night, your class happens to get home early from your respective agencies and finally have a chance to grab dinner at the same time.

Bakugo was his usual grumpy self, extra even since he's exhausted, muttering to Kirishima about how he can't fucking wait to head to bed right after dinner. You on the other hand were happily catching up with Mina and Jirou who sat across from you on the table.

Everyone was so busy chatting or eating that your classmates didn't notice the little things Bakugo does for you. Like adding pork cutlets to your bowl, filling your cup with water, and at one point, even wiping the side of your mouth with his forefinger.

It wasn't until he was done eating when the entire 1A's world halted.

Bakugo's heavy lids were already practically closing on him so he gets up, grabs his plate and utensils and then yours, saying, "I'll go wash these up and then hit the fuckin' sack. 'M so damn tired." He says, voice low enough just for you and Kirishima to hear. You look up at him and nod, saying, "Good night."

Bakugo, who's now on his feet, smiles at you and murmurs, "See you tomorrow?" To which you nod again, completely unaware of Mina's stare. "Yeah, I'll swing by before I leave in the morning." At this point, Mina's brows are slowly meeting down the middle, eyes flickering between you and Bakugo.

But then, her mouth drops to the floor when Bakugo suddenly crouches to kiss you. Right on the lips.

The cutlery noises and chattering stops.

Bakugo's eyes snap open, straightening back up to look around for any danger. So did you, looking at your classmates and looking for whatever it was that made everyone stop what they were previously doing.

Slowly and inevitably, from the looks on your classmates' faces, you both realize what just happened.

Fuck.

"Um-" you cover your mouth consciously, fidgeting on your seat. "W-we have been meaning t-to tell you guys." You stammer, feeling more nervous as you meet more of their strucked gazes.

Bakugo on the other hand, once recovered, sighs and places the bowls and cutleries back on the table to grab your hand.

"Alright, listen up, losers." He rolls his eyes but you feel his hold on your hand tighten. "We've been dating for a couple of months now-" He turns his head to Midoriya who was about to open his mouth and says, "Yes, Y/n is who I meet during lunch breaks." Bakugo sighs again when Kirishima tries to pipe in and glares at him. "And yes, Y/n is the reason you can't just fuckin' burst through my damn door anymore."

At this, you both flush red.

"Aizawa-sensei already knows." He says, and your classmates collectively look at the teacher who merely shrugs a shoulder. "And now, you losers do too. So if you'd all fuckin' excuse me."

Everyone was still speechless as Bakugo goes on to grab the bowls from the table again to wash them. You on the other hand can't take your eyes off of the suddenly interesting lines on the table. You risk a glance up and when you saw that they were all still staring, you grab yourself a cup of water.

"How did you know, sensei?" Kaminari turns to the teacher in wonder. Aizawa's lips twitched a little as he fought off the urge to smirk.

He glances at you as he says, "I caught Bakugo sneaking out of Y/n's room one night." At this you met your teacher's gaze and sputter, coughing wildly to get the water out of your lungs.

"Would have expelled him then and there if Y/n didn't follow him out to scold him for leaving his books and notes in her room."

"Y/n, don't do this."

Bakugo mutters as you tell him goodbye. His jaw clenching tight when you shake your head and tell him, "I'm sorry. I can't do this anymore."

He grabs your elbow when you turn to go and forces you to face him. When you do you were surprised to find his face all blotchy, eyes stinging with tears you never expected he'd shed for you.

"J-just give me some fuckin' time." He ducks his head so he could meet your gaze, warm calloused hands holding your face gently. Bakugo is not the type to beg for anything but he blurts out, "Please?"

"Time?" Your face crumples. "How much longer do you need to realize what you really want? How much longer until you finally come to a decision if you really want me in your life?"

His answer has you holding back a sob. Bakugo couldn't meet your gaze as he murmurs, "I..don't know. But I know I don't want you to go away."

"That's just unfair." Your voice falls to a whisper, lips quivering as you confide. "Because I've wanted you, loved you, the moment I saw you."

Bakugo shudders, lips pressing into a thin line for a second as his hands reach to hold your upper arms, unintentionally grasping you a little too tight. "I know- I just-"

"Just what?!" You scream. The searing pain in your chest is unbearable at this point. "Stop giving me mixed signals, will you? I can't take it anymore!"

"You shower me with attention and give me all these gifts one day, then go on ignoring me the next!" You shove him, tears endlessly falling. "You come over whenever you want to fuck me and cuddle me until dawn, stare at me like I mean the world to you but then go on to tell me that you're not looking for anything serious before walking out my door?"

"I am not this type of person! I do not sleep around! I know my worth and how hard I worked on myself to be able to look at my own reflection and not break down!" Bakugo was in tears at this point too, not used to seeing you distraught. You were always kind smiles, tight hugs and loving gazes. He stepped towards you tentatively and held you, exhaling in relief when you didn't push him away again. You quiver in his arms, muttering, "But why do I let you tear me apart? Over and over and over again?" 

"Tell me." You met his gaze with your glassy ones. "Why should I fucking stay if you aren't even sure of me? When you can't even commit to me?"

To your utter surprise, Bakugo wipes your cheeks and leans in to kiss you desperately. Despite your protests, he kisses you hard and deep. Invading in every sense. His mouth, his tongue, his limbs making sure you could not escape. He holds the back of your head and loops his strong arm around your waist to keep you from pulling away. And you taste his tears, as well as the sadness and desperation in him while he pours all of him into the kiss.

You hated that you understood what he wanted to convey through his actions because you wanted to hear him talk. Hear him explain himself, hear him tell you he wants you. Hear Katsuki tell you he loves you too. 

Out of disappointment, you let your hands that were on his chest fall limp at your sides and just stared at him. You waited for him to stop and it took him a while. He still kept on coaxing you to kiss him back, to hold him as well. 

But you stood still. 

A pained sob escapes Bakugo's lips as he holds your face with both hands, leaning back in again to kiss you once, twice, before finally pulling away when he sees the way you just stood there looking at him. He swallows hard and just holds you for a second, eyes flickering down at your lips that used to always heal parts of him that no medication or treatment ever could, may it be through your kisses or words of comfort that silences the chaos in his damn mind.

"Y/n.. please." He whimpers, squeezing his eyes close as he leans his forehead against yours again. "I'm sorry. Right now, I-I can't do it." Bakugo shakes his head, sniffling. "Because committing to you means putting a fucking target on your back. Being with me meant endless nights of not being sure if I'll be able to come home to you at all at the end of every damn day." Bakugo rubs the tip of his nose against yours, tears falling as he lets his eyes fall close in defeat. "Being with me will be a world of pain."  

He pulls away just enough to meet your eyes, his brows furrow. "I've been damn selfish by keeping you at arm's length while taking all that you were willing to give me.. but trust me, I was doing it for you."