TUNNEL SNAKES RULE.

Thank you Xenoverse for giving us the best version of Cell.

Katsuki liked the quiet. Not always—often craving the bone rattling bass of explosive palms, trying not to grin when surrounded by his friends rambunctious laughter or enduring his mothers sharp nagging—but sometimes.

The apartment is still, and he is at ease. You watch him knowing there is tenderness written into your expression, because when he meets your gaze over the top of his book his eyes become narrow, framed by his reading glasses. It isn’t an accusation, more of a question. More of a what did you see that made you look at me like that?

He turns a page without a glance to the paper. It’s loud in the otherwise silent living room. You sit opposite him on the couch with knees tucked to the side, cheek leant against the back cushion with idle fingers tracing the seams. Katsuki is supported by the far arm, sitting upright with one foot left on the carpet and the other by your thigh. With it, he kicks you softly.

“Stop starin’ at me,” he mutters. You loved him so much, and he loved you too, but sometimes he wasn’t sure what to do with it. It lined his stomach heavily like a meal eaten too hastily, uncomfortable to carry as if his body ran out of space.

Snippets from a Enho comic i did last winter 💕 🔥 🦅

@pastelle-rabbit 💕

"I'm proud of you, Bakugou."

boyfriends? boyfriends.

he totally stole them from geto's closet without his permission

TITLE: lights will guide you home

PAIRING: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

SUMMARY: Soul-lights aren’t as common in this day and age as they were in the past, before quirks, but they’re common enough that people do still find their soulmates.

At thirteen, you meet Bakugou Katsuki, and he lights up for you in orange and gold. You tell him he's your soulmate. He sneers and tells you that you aren't his. He makes your adolescence miserable until you part ways.

You meet again as adults, late at night, in a grocery store, over a pile of bok choy. He apologizes for how he treated you when you were children.

(In which you have a choice—to reject Bakugou's apology, reject him, or to let him show you the man he's become, to learn with him what it means to love and forgive.)

TAGS: soulmate au, trope inversion/subversion, slow burn, getting together, falling in love, fluff, aged up characters, pro-hero characters, eventual smut, mild bullying

STATUS: Ongoing; 5 of 14

NAVIGATION: Series Masterlist

He texts you a few days later.

It’s early evening, and you’re winding down from work by playing with the kittens. You’re a little winded from running around your apartment; the three of them had chased you around as you teased them with a wand with a fuzzy mouse attached to one end. 

You hear the chime of your phone and let one of the orange kittens, Mikan, have the toy. He scampers off, mouse held in his mouth. His siblings give chase. You fumble your phone a little upon seeing a message with Bakugou’s contact pop up on your screen.

Bakugou: Come by the agency tomorrow. 

You: Why?

You wish you could sit on your couch and catch your breath, but it’s still surrounded by other furniture, boxes, and any other barriers you were able to come up with to fend off kitten claws. Instead, you remain standing, watching as three little dots appear at the bottom of your screen. 

Instead of an answer, he sends an address. 

You plug it into your phone’s map app, and it indicates it’s his agency’s address. You wait to see if he, y’know, actually answers your question. He doesn’t. You send him a follow up text. 

You: ?????

You switch to a different app, killing time as you wait for his response. Five minutes pass. Nothing. Getting up to corral the kittens back into your spare room, you then head into the kitchen to make dinner. You figure he’d gotten busy and would reply later; you have no idea what his schedule is like, if he works in the daytime or night, if he’s on call… You don’t know any heroes personally, except for him, now, you guess. 

You forget all about it until the next morning when you’re on the train, headed into work, checking your messages. You pull your thread with him up and stare. 

He never replied to you. 

You’re very tempted to not show up. You hadn’t expected Bakugou to be like this… cryptic? He’s such a different person than you remembered. You really can’t tell what he’s thinking. 

But you’re a little curious, you admit. Why does he want to meet? And you do want to take a look at the agency Red Ri—Kirishima had so proudly talked about. 

shiggy has a photo of his partner (you, who do not know you're his partner) in his pocket that he looks at whenever he starts feeling overwhelmed so he doesn't scratch at his neck.

Soft blushy boy

— when you want him to be your valentine

Masterlist.

Happy Valentine’s Day everyone! I hope you enjoy this one🥺💕

Warnings: A tiny bit angsty, not proofread.

Pairing: Bakugou Katsuki x f!reader.

Word Count: 1.3k.

Bakugou despised this time of year. The lull after Christmas was slowly going back to normal, the weather still offered a bitter chill that had him donning his winter costume even though the evenings became a little brighter, and the worst thing about all of it— Valentines Day.

It wasn’t enough that this gave the media an excuse to question him about his love life, like it was important anyway. He’s a Pro-Hero for fucks sake, it’s none of their damn business that he’s still single and hopelessly in love with you. But it also meant the fake consumer bullshit that came along with the holiday was staring him in the face anywhere he went. Shop fascias covered in a wild array of pinks and reds, embarrassingly big teddy bears placed in the windows, and tacky gifts everywhere he looked in Musutafu. Even arcades were following through on the hype— pink gifts sat in the crane games waiting to be won, figures of different Pro-Heroes painted a bright red in commemoration of the holiday— Although, Bakugou couldn’t deny he’d be trying to win that red All Might figure on one of his days off.

But the worst thing about Valentine’s Day? The thing he despised more than anything else.

Is the fact that you’ve made him want to celebrate it.

You made it into the office a little earlier today. Whether it was the nerves that had you waking up before your alarm, or the excitement of the holiday you weren’t sure. Waving at the security at the entrance of Dynamight’s Agency as you made your way towards the elevators.

The diamond in your engagement ring is significant for more than just the usual reasons. It's Katsuki's birthstone. That big ass diamond is yet another way for him to show everyone his claim on you. Don't you worry, he's got your birthstone on his wedding band, too! He's yours after all.

100th Episode promo sketch by nstime23

Season 1 → Season 6 

Just domestic [suggestive] fluff with so!Bakugou

Bakugou comes home late from patrol. He finds you in the bedroom, already in his t-shirt and a pair of panties cozied up in the bed on your phone, reading. Your dog snoozes beside you, not even bothering to get up to greet him. You can tell it’s been a hard day compounded by the fact that he didn’t get enough sleep the night before by the way he slumps over as he walks in.

Before even giving you a kiss, he sneers at the dog. “Can’t even say hello? Especially after waking me up at 3am to take a shit?”

The pup pops her head up, knowing she's being addressed. She looks at him down her nose before burrowing back into the covers beside you. You try not to giggle at the look of disbelief and almost hurt on his face.

“I took her out 10 minutes ago. Pooped and peed. She should sleep through the night,” you explain but Bakugou continues glaring at the dog as he begins to pull off his hero costume.

“She better not fucking wake me up again or we’re gonna have a problem.” His words hold no venom though as he chucks the dirty suit in the hamper.

You set your phone down and look up at him. “But what if I wake you up, hmm?” You ask cheekily, batting your lashes.

He smirks crookedly. “You already know what happens when you wake me up in the middle of the night.”

“And what’s that?” You pretend to play dumb, wanting to hear him describe it to you.

“You know,” he gestures to the bed. When you stare at him a beat too long, he looks genuinely confused. “The sex,” he deadpans.

You couldn’t help but burst out into a fit of giggles. He watches you for a moment, amused at the way you flop down and cover your face as you laugh harder than you had all day.

“What’s so funny?”

“You said ‘the sex’,” you gasp out between bouts of laughter before dissolving into giggles again. He chuckles and shakes his head at you as he comes over to your side of the bed. He leans over you, kissing your cheeks as you try to control yourself.

“I promise I will never say ‘let’s have the sex' before having sex with you. Except for right now 'cause I had to explain it.” Before you can laugh again, he kisses you deeply, covering your body with his own. As much as you enjoy the kiss, you playfully smack him on the butt, and he reluctantly pulls away.

"Shower first, stinky boy."

"Psssh. fine. I'll be back."

"For 'the sex'?"

"Maybe."