Redraw Them I Did

hold me close

premise: bakugou x gn! reader

description: at seventeen years old, bakugou realizes he’s fallen—hard.

genre and warnings: a bit of angst (katsuki’s negative thoughts) but mainly fluff, hurt/comfort ig you could say?

author’s note: so i wrote 99% of this like last week and somehow never finished writing the last sentence or editing it 💀 i had something pretty different in mind tho and it ended up going in a different direction but i’m happy with how it came out. so there’s definitely going to be a part two!! but yea. i’ve never been in love but i feel like the stage in someone’s relationship where they finally say the first “i love you” is really special and has a lot of meaning, it changes things (in a good way). so i thought i’d write about it!! ALSO i would like to tell you all that @quirkfailure‘s big beautiful brain and what she said about falling asleep next to katsuki inspired the last part; it’s my favorite part so tysm jaegh >:] without further ado pls read and enjoy!!

“open your front door, idiot.”

“wha—”

“just do it.”

you checked the time: 4:15 am. nice.

still groggy from sleep, you slowly clambered out of bed and stumbled down the stairs, wondering why the hell your boyfriend called to ask you to open the door in the wee hours of the morning. in hindsight, it should have been more alarming, but you weren’t really thinking that clearly after just being woken up.

turning the lock as softly as you could, you cracked open the door and peered through. there stood katsuki, impatiently tapping his foot as if he didn’t just show up in front of your door at 4:15 in the freaking morning. now that he was standing right there in front of you, the reality of the situation dawned on you. on top of that, your parents would definitely freak out if they knew your boyfriend was outside of your house. or that you even had a boyfriend, for that matter.

“what the fuck?” you whisper-shouted. he only scowled.

“ya gonna let me in or what?” he didn’t really need to ask, though, since he was already pushing past you and entering the house. as you locked the door you were about to retort back with something when you suddenly heard the door to your parents’ bedroom creak open. you both froze.

“hey—oof!” grabbing him by the shoulders, you practically threw katsuki into the living room where he wouldn’t be seen from the stairs. and just in time, too, since you saw your mom’s figure emerge from her bedroom. by quickly giving the excuse that you just wanted some water, you succeeded in avoiding any suspicion from your parents. as soon as she disappeared back into the room, you turned to katsuki to interrogate him once more. now that he was inside, despite the dark, you could make out that his hair was more disheveled than usual, and he was wearing one of his skull shirts with some flannel pajamas pants. you’d never actually seen him in his pajamas, but that wasn’t the most jarring feature of his appearance. what you were surprised by was his red, blotchy face that couldn’t have been from the cold outside since it was a pretty warm night. you got closer to observe his bloodshot and puffy eyes, which only confirmed that thought. he’d been crying.

“katsuki,” you whispered, reaching a hand out to his face, “are you okay?”

for a moment he didn’t say anything, only staring hard back into your eyes. he squinted a little, and his eyebrows seemed to furrow a bit, possibly in frustration. he scoffed and looked away, grumbling out a quiet, “‘course i am, why wouldn’t i be?” but the way his voice came out a little shaky, and cracked slightly towards the end told you so otherwise.

“bullshit,” you whispered back almost immediately. but you didn’t pry, and instead took his hand, leading him to the kitchen. as you busied yourself with filling a glass of water, katsuki looked around in curiosity. he’d never been to your house before. “drink,” you said softly as you handed the water and took his hand, leading him quietly up the steps back to your room. once you got inside, you closed and locked the door as you moved to open the windows. the night was warm and sweet, so it’d be a waste to not indulge in it at least a little.

katsuki, on the other hand, stood in the corner, observing your childhood room. the pictures that lined the walls and the shelves of you at various ages with different relatives fascinated him; you had a whole life before you met him. baby pictures and stuffed animals from your younger years, band posters and polaroids of friends from your teenage years. family vacations, school pictures, kindergarten graduation. childhood crafts, awards and trophies, trinkets from friends. your whole life was encapsulated in that room, so it felt like he was somehow intruding. he shouldn’t be here, he thought. you had a whole life outside of him, outside of his mean words and cruel personality, so why did you make time for him? why him? he was a fucking jerk, right? he could feel his stomach churn; coming here was a mistake. the weight of the words that he brought with him dawned on him: he loved you. so, so much. there was no way that you could love him back, though—right? and there was no way he could give you what you deserved, give you a life you’d be happy living. not someone like him. so he succumbed to the voice in his head, and let it convince him, even if his heart pounded against his rib cage in a beat only for you, that he, katsuki bakugou, would never fit into your perfect life in the way he so desperately wanted to.

“hey,” you called, pulling him out of his thoughts as he saw you patting the space on the bed next to you. he couldn’t leave now, so he downed the glass of water in hopes that it would soothe the churning of his stomach (it didn’t) before hesitantly taking a seat on the edge of your bed. you reached a hand out to graze his, waiting for him to take it. his fingers twitched out of reflex, but he ultimately never did, only pulling his hand away and into his lap. he could feel your eyes burning into the side of his face, but he wouldn’t dare to look up at you. it hurt too much to even be in your presence at this point, yet at the same time he couldn’t find it in him to leave your side.

“why are you here?” your voice cut through the silence. katsuki knew you were only asking out of worry why he wasn’t at home and in bed at four in the morning but the question still hit a nerve. why was he here? why was he here with you? was it because he couldn’t sleep that whole night, thoughts of you and only you filling his head? was it because as the night went on, and he stared at the album full of your pictures on his phone that he realized the feeling that gripped him wasn’t just liking you anymore but overwhelming love? or was it because at that revelation his body began to shake and tears flooded his vision at how fucking scary it was to have fallen so, so hard? he didn’t know. but he did know that on that warm summer night the only warmth he’d ever want was yours, the only feeling he’d ever crave was you. so it was only natural that he ended up on your doorstep, saying every prayer he knew in hopes that you’d pick up your damn phone and let him in. let him into your house, into your life, into your heart, and hold him close.

realizing you were still waiting for an answer, he closed his eyes and took a shaky inhale to muster up as much strength as he could before he exhaled and opened his eyes, turning his head to look right at you. god, you were breathtaking, he thought. and take his breath away, you did. even though your face was still puffy from sleep, and your wrinkled pajamas clung to your body in the most unflattering ways, he couldn’t help the way his breath hitched in his throat at the sight of you. the way your eyes were filled with worry for him made his heart clench in both guilt and secret happiness that he was in your mind and in your thoughts. as he looked at you, the three simple words he’d wanted to say since he got there were so close to escaping his lips he thought he’d explode if he didn’t say them. he was scared, so scared, and you made him feel so weak that it hurt, but you were all he could see in that moment. and the sight of you made that voice in his head fall to its knees. so even though it screamed that this was a mistake, and that you deserved so much better, he let his tunnel vision take over and took that leap of faith his heart had wanted him to, hoping that you’d catch him and find a place for him in your heart despite it all.

“i love you,” katsuki said softly. “i want to be yours, if you’ll have me, and—i want you to be mine.” and there it was, all laid on in front of you. in a way it felt like he had ripped his heart right out of its chest and entrusted you with it, but it surprised him that in the actual moment it wasn’t painful at all. it felt natural, as if this moment was always meant to happen. he just hoped you felt the same.

the way your eyes widened in shock made his heart drop, though. he knew the severity of his words, and that returning them meant taking this relationship further, so of course you didn’t feel the same way, why would you? this was all a mistake, one big fucking mista—

“i love you too.”

now it was his turn to be surprised. “you do?”

you smiled, and he could’ve sworn you were like the sun. an overwhelming warmth came over him as you continued, “of course i love you, katsuki, did you think i didn’t? and i’ve always been yours, y’know, so of course you’re mine, too.” the way you said it made it seem so obvious, as if it was that simple. and maybe it was, because the way you looked at him made him feel like loving him was the easiest thing you could do.

he felt your arms wrap around him, pulling him towards you to hold him close. his arms did the same as you told him, “don’t doubt my love for you for a second.” and for a while you both sat there, only feeling the warmth of the other even as the sweet spring breeze flowed into your room. you continued to hold him in silence even as you felt hot tears stain your shoulder at your words, and his body began to shake once more. you held him even as the sun began to peek out from behind the horizon, signaling the start of something new. only when a yawn escaped your lips did you pull away to snuggle under the covers of your bed. katsuki sat there for a moment, but when you opened the blanket, looking at him expectantly, he clambered his way inside as well (you didn’t miss the flush on his face as he did). you both laid on your sides and stared at eachother, faces just a few inches away from each other and hands interlocked, until he leaned over to press a kiss to your forehead. “sleep,” he whispered, so you let yourself close your eyes. as you drifted off, you could feel his hand come up to your face, stroking your cheek as his lips softly peppered kisses to your sleepy face. he couldn’t help himself as he placed on on your temple, another two on each eyelid, and one even on your nose. you fell asleep calm, content, and so in love.

but katsuki, despite the slow rising of the sun, could only feel the hammering of his heart as he laid beside you. too much had just happened for him to sleep, but for once he didn’t mind since he got to watch you (he vaguely noted how creepy this technically was but he didn’t really care). you looked so calm and peaceful and oh so cozy, snuggled up in the plush blankets; it made his heart hurt. all he could think about in that moment was how he wanted to keep you all for himself, and protect you from anything else in the world, because he loved you.

as he continued to caress your face, he took another survey of your room. something suddenly caught his eye, something he hadn’t seen before. on your nightstand was a vase of dried flowers; he didn’t know how he didn’t notice it earlier, but now that he did he couldn’t unsee it. it was the same bouquet he gave you on your very first date from a few months ago—three months and three days ago to be exact. it sat right next to your bed, the same bed you woke up in every morning and went to sleep every night in. you kept them, and he realized that the closer he looked, in all of those pictures, all of those knick knacks and trinkets you kept around, he could be found somewhere in them all. you had interspersed him into the collage of your life: among your childhood stuffed animals were the plushies he won for you at the arcade; the array of pictures of your friends included him and his friends, too; sitting on top of the stack of fresh laundry in the corner was his sweatshirt you had taken from him the day prior. even in that moment, he was laying beside your seventeen-year-old self in the same bed your seven-year-old self slept in (no wonder he barely fit). it made that warm feeling come back again as he realized that you had already fit him into your perfect life without him even needing to ask. with that thought in mind, and the sun starting peek out from behind your neighbor’s house, he finally let himself close his eyes and fall into a deep slumber in your arms.

thanks for reading!! reblogs are greatly appreciated <33

-bakugou : I'm 80% awesome, 20% water, and 100% powerful.

-mineta : that's 200%

-bakugou : I'm twice the man you'll ever be.

-kazumi : *spits water*

There was a line in the My Hero One's Justice 2 game where Jirou liked Dabi's style and it was the funniest thing ever to me. Bonus:

Alright, imagine this cliche shit my brain just thought of:

The guys dare Bakugou to ask you out, knowing that he doesn't like you, and he does it only to prove that he can win any bet thrown his way.

The next day he asks you out, and you accept all enthusiastic. Bakugou throws a victorious smirk toward his friends, while the guys keep waiting to see where everything goes.

Bakugou is supposed to endure a date and make you swoon. He thinks it's going to be easy, like a walk in the park. What he doesn't expect is to actually enjoy your company, and ends up asking you out for another date. And another. And another one.

He learns you are incredibly clingy, in a horny way, and lords are you a tease... whenever given the chance you're all over him, touching him, kissing him, giving him boner after boner. And he loves it, he likes how affectionate you are.

His friends find it weird how Bakugou suddenly is sprawled on the couch, spooning you, watching a cheesy rom-com without blowing a fuse. What's weirder, is how Bakugou always brings you something to drink or eat whenever you slightly mention being hungry/thirsty.

" 'Suki!" You call out from the kitchen, and Bakugou is quick to abandon whatever his friends were planning to do.

"Yeah?"

"Can you show me that chicken noodle soup recipe?"

And the Baku squad is stunned to see their explosive friend forget about them in favor to help you out. Although, Bakugou ends up doing all the cooking, while you just gossip with Mina.

" 'Suki?"

"Hm" he is now pouring the soup into two bowls, and kisses your forehead when he's done.

"Do you think you could help me later with homework?"

"Yeah, got nothing better to do anyways." He shrugs, and sits behind you, arms around your mid section, head resting on your shoulder while you and Mina eat, giggling to yourselves.

One day, the guys - guys meaning Kaminari- confronts Bakugou about the bet, unaware that you, Mina and Jirou are right around the corner.

Kaminari moves to pay what owned to Bakugou, when you finally step into the common room, and Bakugou looks horrified.

"So, you asked me out because of a bet? That's all I am to you?"

Bakugou denies, well not really, he admits that initially he did it for a bet, but the dates after the second, and his current feelings are real. He pleads, in his way, to believe him, because he may be an asshole, but not a liar.

He waits for you to say something, anything, and he goes for cuddles, kissing your cheek and neck silently pleading for forgiveness. It might have started the wrong way, but his feelings are genuine. He likes you, way too much to let a stupid bet destroy what you and him had built in the last four months.

"Heard the guy?" You ask, turning toward Mina and Jirou, which both nod and hand you some cash.

"Damn, making blasty here fall for you, I accept my defeat" Jirou says, smiling.

"I bow down to you, my queen!" Mina dramatizes, she too sporting a big smile. Bakugou is confused, and so are the others.

Kirishima asks them what is going on, and Mina is quick to explain that she had heard them talk about the bet, and told you as soon as possible, which led to them too making a bet on their own. You vowed to make blasty fall for you, and it was an indisputable win.

Then, you turn to look at Bakugou, which is openly frowning.

"I win. You lose. Say it."

Bakugou swallows, pride slightly hurt, but still does as you said.

"Good boy" you kiss him, and Bakugou pulls you closer, nose nuzzling into the crook of your neck soon after.

"So... we still a thing?"

𝘛𝘌𝘟𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘎 ~𝘗𝘈𝘙𝘛 2: 𝘐𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶 𝘔𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘢

SUMMARY: What it's like texting them

Deku x GN! reader, no pronouns mentioned, uses of petnames

WARNNGS!!: swearing, suggestive comments/jokes, a lot of fluff!

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Lettuce head 💚: Y/N ARE U ALR?

I HEARD A BUNCH OF NOISE FROM UR DORM

You: lmao im alr baby

i was just tackling bakugou off of me

Lettuce head 💚: WHAT

WHY WAS KACCHAN TACKLING U?

You: i ate his leftover katsudon

not my fault it didnt have his name on it smh

Lettuce head 💚: are u ok tho? ur not hurt, r u?

You: i promize izu, im alright <3

i think bakugou has a broken pinkie now tho hehe

Lettuce head 💚: HE HAS A WEHAT???:L9079203]#[#=-2

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You: izu

can u come over please

Lettuce head 💚: ofc!

are u ok?

u arent usually this dry 🧍‍♂️

You: im alr, just had a crap day

Lettuce head 💚: aw hun :(

im coming to ur dorm rn

do u want me to get some snacks and we can watch ur fav movies? :) You: yes plss :)

Lettuce head 💚: okk! i'll go get them and i'll be there asap!

You: god ilysm <3333

Lettuce head 💚: ily more <333333

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Lettuce head 💚: SWEETIEo

GUES WAT

GURESS WaT

EHHEHEHEHEOQ

You: WHAT? :D

Lettuce head 💚: I LOOUUUVVEEE UUUOO

You: I LOVE YOU TOO :)) are u ok tho? ur words are slurred

Lettuce head 💚: YAH IM OCK

You: ur huh? 😀

Lettuce head 💚: Hello dear, this is Recovery Girl. Midoryia is a bit woozy since he's on some pain medication, he had a pretty bad injury during his training earlier. So please excuse any mistakes from him

You: again??

Lettuce head 💚: Yes, again

You: is he gonna be ok?

Lettuce head 💚: Yes, he will, he just needs rest

EHEH I STOLL MY PHOWN BACK

You: omg 😭

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a/n: hii! sorry this was short, i wasnt that sure what to write haha, i hope u enjoyed tho! more content coming tho!! :)

If it's not a bother, could I request Tomura, Shinsou, or bakugou comforting their s/o after a fight? They get into a small fight over something unimportant, but because of past trauma, their s/o takes it really personally and assumes they're either going to leave or scream at them? Feel free to ignore this for any reason!! I could just use the comfort :')

Oh sweetie! Come here and let me give you a tight hug 🤗 everything will be alright you hear me? Also, I have three gorgeous men who'll help you feel better ❤️

Title : Comfort

Characters : Bakugo/ Shigaraki/ Shinsou/ gender neutral reader

Genre : Angst/ fluff

Masterlist

Bakugo :

"Please don't leave me.."

Seeing your shivering form as you choked out your words made him regret everything that came out of his mouth. He never meant to upset you, and he should've known better than to carelessly start yelling and attempting to walk out on you.

You on the other hand, were desperately grabbing his sleeve, tears running down your cheeks and unable to meet his eyes.

He cursed himself and dragged you gently into his arms.

Memories of the night you opened up to him came stabbing him in the heart. He knew all too well how much pain and suffering you had to endure after being abandoned by everyone you considered family.

He remembered promising to never hurt you or leave your side for as long as he lived, yet there he was, about to turn his back on you after a silly argument. And it didn't even matter that he was just going out for some fresh air, you didn't know, and that's the main issue.

_ "I'm sorry babe, I was just stepping out for a moment." He whispered against your temple and traced your back reassuringly. He hated being the reason for your tears after promising to never cause them.

He kept you in his hold until your sobs finally stopped. You lifted your head off his chest and watched him gently wipe your tears away.

_ "I don't wanna fight anymore Katsuki, I hate it when we do." And it broke his heart to hear you uttering those words, especially that your arguments are mainly over stupid things.

_ "I know honey.. but please, don't forget that no matter what happens I will never leave your side." He caressed your cheeks and kissed your forehead, and then your nose: "I love you, always and forever." He muttered before closing the gap between your lips in a loving kiss as his arms kept you secured between them.

Shigaraki :

Contrary to popular belief, your boyfriend Shigaraki Tomura, the infamous villain, is in fact a gentle person when it comes to the few people he cares about.

Which is why when you recoiled, pushing yourself further into the corner, Tomura realized that he actually fucked up.

It was just a regular stupid fight over a regular stupid thing, and it meant absolutely nothing. But seeing you sheltering yourself in fear, Tomura felt like shit.

He never intended to raise his voice and he knew exactly the horrors you had lived through ever since you were a child.

_ "Y/n are you alright? Look at me please. I didn't mean to snap out I'm sorry." His voice was soft and warm. He wanted to touch you, to hold you close, but he didn't know if you were okay with it.

You lowered your hands and looked at his remorseful face. You knew he loved you, and you knew he wouldn't purposely hurt you, and most importantly, you wanted to be in his arms at the moment.

You jumped into his embrace and he held you tightly kissing your shoulder and resting his chin on top of your head.

_ "I love you y/n and I would destroy the world for you."

Shinsou :

Was it the first time you two got into an argument? No. Has it ever lasted more than a couple of minutes? Absolutely not. Then what was it this time? Why were you hugging him from behind and bawling your eyes out?

_ "I'm sorry, I was wrong. Please stay, I promise I'll do better." You begged him through your sobs.

His eyes widened as realization hit him, and he turned around snatching your arm and pulling you into his chest.

Of course you would react the way you did after he turned around to leave the apartment.

You never wanted to be involved with anyone to begin with, you were content carrying on by yourself after everyone around you had left. But he was different, he was good to you, and he made you truly happy.

You trusted him more than anyone else in the world and he loathed himself for triggering all your anxieties, even if it was the last thing he wanted.

_ "Babe listen to me carefully, I am yours and you are mine until the end of times, and there is nothing that can change this. I love you and I always will." His tone was calming, and his touch was soothing.. same as always.

You nodded against his chest and felt his fingers gently caressing your back while his lips traced your neck and shoulder.

You looked up to find a pained pair of eyes gazing at you.

You smiled lovingly and stood on your tiptoes until you reached his lips and captured them in a passionate kiss.

Misunderstandings and Jam

b.katsuki / f.reader

genre: dad!bakugou, mom!reader, married au, domestic lol

additional/warning(s): baku-daughter is misuzu, she's a sweet lil girl, misuzu misunderstands the phrase 'daddys girl', she also cries (a few times), shit is just fluffy with a very wholesome family dynamic

w.count: 4.6k

synopsis: you've just recently returned to work after some time off to spend with your daughter. you're caught up in an interview asking about how your home life is- as intrusive as that is. you explain that your daughter is definitely a total daddy's girl. misuzu hears that and is now on a mission to prove she loves her mom just as much as her dad.

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a/n: accidentally falling in love with misuzu whoops

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"Daddy!" The little girl with wavy, shoulder-length blonde locks and who only came up to her father's thigh in height breaks into a wide, cheerful grin as her equally blond dad pulls into the elementary school's pick-up lane. Knowing damn well he wasn't allowed to park, he scoffs and smiles to himself inside the vehicle and parks it. Unbuckling his seatbelt, he lifts himself from the driver's seat and steps out to greet his little girl.

"Suzu!" He calls back, mocking her high-pitched call of delight. He rounds the car, stopping at the curbside and kneeling to catch the speeding bullet that is his 7-year-old daughter. She crashes into his chest, chock-full of giggles that only succeeds in pulling small, intermitting laughs from her father.

Although she was delighted to see her father, Misuzu was slightly confused about why he was picking her up from school. Typically, he would be in the middle of work right now, especially on the weekdays. Pulling away from him and only keeping him at arm's length, she looks up at Katsuki.

"Daddy, why are you picking me up today? Where's mommy?"

"Well," he begins, gently pushing the straps of her backpack off her shoulders so he could take it from her, "mommy had some very important last-minute work stuff to do. So, you're stuck with mean ole daddy." His face breaks into a playful smirk that shows his upper gums as he begins attacking his daughter's sides in small pinches, causing her to squirm and laugh. He stops as soon as her cheeks were flushed and quickly follows up his attacks with kisses to the top of her head.

Anyone who knew of Katsuki would be shocked to see just how gently and playfully he interacts with the little girl who looks so much like him. Throughout his entire hero career, he always made sure to carry himself with ego-reeking pride and a very nose-high attitude when it came to blowing away any threats that came his way.

It was always quite the scene to see such a rough, force-driven man devolve into a mushy man made up of soft dad genes. No one could ever say he didn't love his child.

Standing, he takes Misuzu's hand in his and her backpack in his other as he unlocks the backseat of his car. Helping her inside, he buckles her securely into her booster seat. She may be seven now, but she was still too short to go without one. And it's not like she hasn't fought to not sit in it before; so, until she gets to the proper height, he asks her to keep using it for her own safety.

Closing her door, he walks to the other side of the car, opening the back door, setting her bag on the floorboard, and then opens his own door to get in.

Starting up the car, he glances into the rearview mirror to see Misuzu waving out the window to her friends who wave back before going off to be picked up themselves.

The drive home starts off silent before Katsuki clicks on the radio. Immediately, the voice of an interviewer sounds into the space of the car. Ready to change the station to something more entertaining for his daughter, Misuzu was quickly telling him to leave it on because of the second voice that follows after the interviewer.

"That's mommy!" She squeals, making Katsuki inwardly wince at the shrill sound.

"Lower your voice, Girlie," he tells her. He's been calling her that since she was an infant. The nickname just sort of stuck with him, and she didn't seem to mind it either, so there was no telling when, or if, it would ever go away.

"Sorry," she quickly apologizes, "but can we listen to mommy?"

"If you really want to," he chuckles, pulling his hand away from the station buttons and instead turns the dial to up the volume. Misuzu seems to glow in the backseat at the sound of your voice. "This is what mommy had to rush off to do today. Last-minute interview."

The two of them listen to the back and forth banter and questions for a bit. They would even occasionally interupt the interview with their own voices and thoughts as some sort of live, solitary commetary.

"Suzu," Kastuki calls, looking back at her through the rearview while stopped at a traffic light. She hums back, signalling to her father she was listening while staring out the car window. "What do you want for dinner tonight? Your mother said I could cook."

Her eyes brightened as her small hands clenched into excited fists that came up to her chest. Katsuki usually only cooks on weekends when he could spare the extra time since he always works so late on weekdays. So, having him cook dinner on a weekday was an unusual treat.

"Hamburger steak!"

"Hmm," he hums, as Misuzu kicks her legs. "Okay, if you really want hamburgers, you have to promise to eat the broccoli and carrots with it too."

The little girl opens her mouth and produces an overdramatic 'yuck' at the thought. She could handle carrots, fine, but broccoli was always a challenge for her. Of course, if push came to shove and she really truly didn't want to eat the green veggie, you'd just substitute more carrots in their place.

Katsuki and you both made it a habit to be open-minded with your growing daughter and her food preferences. Always trying to balance her meals with only a few snacks a day and some sweets on the side. Never forcing her to eat foods she dislikes and never getting angry if she tries a portion of new food and doesn't like it. As long as she tries at least one bite, that was enough.

"Can we have corn instead of broccoli?" She tries bargaining. If memory serves, there should still be a foam tray of wrapped cobbed corn sitting in his fridge crisper. He taps his index finger on the steering wheel before turning it as soon as the light changes from red to green.

"Corn huh? I guess we can swap it out for broccoli."

"Yes," she hisses in victory as she leans back in her booster and resumes looking out the window, gloating in her victory. The newfound silence gives full control back to the interview that gains Katsuki's attention when the interviewer mentions life at home.

He rolls his eyes.

The media really couldn't just keep their nose out of anything, could they? It wasn't their house, their family, or their business. If it were him in your shoes, he would tell them to shove off and leave his family out of interviews unless they chose to be included beforehand.

Still, you answered.

"Homelife? As typical as any other happy household. Spending time with my daughter and husband, no matter how short or long, is all I can really ask for."

Katsuki could hear the smile in your voice.

"Your little daughter is in school now, correct? How is she adjusting to school life? Is it hard to raise a child and have both parents be busy as active pros?"

Okay, forget the interview questions. That was borderline prying. The spiky blond bit back a curse, not wanting to let his young child in the back hear such nasty words straight from his mouth.

"She's doing wonderfully at school," Misuzu buzzes in giddiness at her mother's praise over the radio. "As for us parents, she's very understanding of Ground Zero's schedule as well as my own."

"Would you say she takes more after yourself or your husband then?"

"Misuzu is her own person. She definitely doesn't have his temperament, but she sure is crafty. Still, she's a very kind and sweet child. Though, Misuzu is absolutely a daddy's girl, she adores him to pieces."

Any further questions that were aimed at your home life were graciously and kindly directed away. You felt like you had talked about your husband and child enough for an interview about your hero work.

It's quiet for a bit and the interview ends, replaced with a mindnumbing, elevator-esque music genre. Before he could swap stations, his daughter speaks up from the back again.

"Daddy?"

"Yes?" He replies, keeping his eyes on the road that would quickly lead to their home.

"What does being a 'daddy's girl' mean?"

"It means that you love your daddy," he answers easily, effortlessly pulling the car into the driveway of your home and opening the garage door with the button in his car. "And that you like spending time with me."

As he parks the car, he's turning the volume dial to the radio down so it doesn't blare the next time the car is started. He's also checking to make sure everything is set for the next ride and nothing is misplaced, going so far as to straighten the wheels. He's interrupted by a small sniffle behind him.

He freezes before he's twisting around to see his daughter, teary-eyed and grabbing at the bottom hem of her shirt.

"Misuzu, what's wrong?" He coos from the front as she sniffles and brings one hand up to push the heel of her palm against her cheeks up to her eyes.

He's jumping out of the car when she doesn't answer him and rounding it in quick jogs to open her door. She's already fiddling clumsily with her booster straps to free herself from the seat and when Katsuki helps undo it all, she all but flops into his arms and cries.

She's wrapping her small arms around his neck, crying and sniffling into his shoulder as he rubs her head and back. Shushing her gently he tries again.

"What's wrong? Do you not feel well? Stomach ache or something?"

She shakes her head not lifting it from where it's hidden in her father's shoulder and he just sighs. Remaining knelt by the cooling down car, he just soothes her until her cries die down to hiccups and she was able to talk.

"I love mommy," Misuzu's choked voice garbles out. Katsuki's brow furrows.

"I know you do. Mommy loves you too, you know that."

"But- but she said I'm a daddys girl," she sniffles again trying to enunciate the words. "A-and you said that that means I love daddy more." He cocks his head but seals his lips. He most definitely did not say that you loved him more. "Does mommy think I don't love her?"

Before he can begin to try and ease his little girl's worries, Misuzu all but gets caught up in a new round of fits and tears at the thought of you thinking she didn't love you too. He once again takes her in his arms, but this time lifting her up.

Holding the girl to his chest, she squeezes her arms around his neck tighter. Her small legs hung on either side of his hips while one of his arms stay under her rear to keep her supported. The other shut the car door and locked it with the push of the button his keyring. Making a mental note to grab her backpack out of the car later.

He continues to coo her into settling down while he enters the house as she continues to weep over the dilemma that wasn't even a dilemma in the first place.

Oh man, he thinks to himself as he steps inside the house. How was he going to work through this?

-x-x-x-

You arrive hom and park your own vehicle into the driveway next to Katsuki's as you grab for your small bag resting on the passenger seat and exit the still-warm car. Fishing your keys from your pocket, you open your front door and step inside, feeling yourself relax at finally being back home.

"I'm back!" You call out, hanging your keys up on the four-pronged key holder Kirishima had bought you guys as a housewarming gift. Katsuki thought it was lame, but you thought it was thoughtful enough he got you guys anything- plus it was useful.

Before you could heel off your shoes, from around the corner, a small figure is dashing straight towards you.

"Mommy!" Misuzu cheers as you quickly scoop her up from under her arms and lift her to your height. She giggles as her legs that were on either side of your waist kick making her heels bounce off your hips. Your hands were clasped under her as she held onto the front of your shirt in small fistfulls.

"Hello to you too, Little Bullet." Misuzu giggles at the nickname only reserved for when she was running around with far too much energy. You walk with your daughter in your arms into the living room where Katsuki was sitting in the middle of the couch, one arm on the back of the cushions and the other holding the remote to the tv, lazily flipping through channels.

"Daddy, mommy's home!" Misuzu calls from the hall into the living room.

He lifts head, twisting it to look behind at you carrying the little blonde and walking to the back of the couch. He cranes his neck to look up at you as Misuzu twists in your arms to look at what was playing on the tv the best she could. It was some random documentary he stopped on in the midst of channel surfing.

"I'm back," you repeat softly as you set Misuzu down gently to let her go and resume playing. Leaning down to gently greet your husband with a small kiss as he smiles up to you.

"How was it today?"

"Typical," you shrug as you round the couch to properly sit beside him on the cushions in front of Katsuki's arm that rested on the top of it. His limp hand moved to rub your shoulder.

"I hope you're okay with hamburger steak for dinner."

You chuckle a little before leaning slightly into Katsuki's side, letting all the tension from the day continue to fall away from you like chipped, dry dirt.

"Suzu decided on that, huh?"

"Yeah, and we broke a deal for corn and carrots instead of broccoli and carrots. You want the corn baked or boiled?"

"Hmmm, boiled tonight."

Katsuki hummed in affirmation before adding in a small 'I'll start cooking soon', before Misuzu was rushing back into the living room with a book in her hand.

This particular book was one ranging for young to junior ages. About 15 short chapters and barely 200 pages long. However, it was filled with magic and adventure and it happened to be Misuzu's favorite book to be read right now.

"Mommy," she stands in front of you as you straighen your posture, pulling away from leaning on Katsuki. "Can we read this again?"

You teasingly tap your cheek before you gently took the outstretched book offered to you. Without verbal confirmation, your daughter knew she was getting what she wanted. She crawls up on the couch, slotting herself in your lap and leaning her head against your chest.

"on that note," Katsuki huffs as he gets off the couch, "you two read away and I'll start dinner." You look up at Katsuki as he stretches, the book your child eagerly awaits for you to open in your hands.

"If you need any help, just shout."

"I can handle making food, moron," Katsuki breathes with a soft smile. Reaching out, he gently runs the back of his index finger along your cheek down to your chin. "Read Girlie her book."

As he walks to the kitchen and away from the living room, the sounds of the low volumne tv and you beginning to read the book you've read at least 10 times grown distant to his ears.

As he starts taking pans and pots out of cabinets and food from the fridge and pantry, he scoffs to himself and his lips lift into a smirk that offers a peek his gums. He remembers the words his daughter declared as soon as she calmed down from her crying fits with clenched fists and fire in her eyes that resembled his own ambitious embers.

"I'm going to spend so much time with mommy today that I'll have to be mommy's girl too!"

Katsuki swears he could see steam shoot from her nostrils with each breath at her declaration. Amping herself up for the very near mommy-daughter time.

"I'm not even going to correct her," Katsuki tells to himself about the issue. It wasn't as if you were just on time off to spend with her; but he's goint let Misuzu do what she wants since it's all harmless anyways. It wasn't like she was hurting anyone by spending time with her mother.

-x-x-x-

All throughout the rest of the afternoon and into the evening, Misuzu was glued to you. She had always been a clingy child, wanting to be played with or carried or included in anyway she could. She'd even willingly help with chores just to spend time with one of her parents; or at least she'd try and help.

Misuzu was in your lap while you read to her, she was trailing hot on your heels when you were walking around the house, she was standing outside in the hall when you were in the bathroom, and she even scooched her chair closer to yours at the dinner table.

As you ate, Misuzu was quick to start any conversations she could. Although her goal was to get your attention and spend time with you, she felt like she was leaving her dad out. She knew he knew of her plan, but she still wants to include him in dinnertime chitchat.

"Guess what I learned in school today," she opens conversation as she pops a piece of carrot in her mouth. Katsuki and you both hum. "I learned my multiplaction table. Did you know that something can be multiplied 12 times?"

"Kiddo," you start, chuckling and wiping at the corner her lips when she smears hamburger sauce on them. "You can multipliy numbers much more than 12 times."

"Really?!"

"If you keep talking and avoiding the rest of your vegetables on that plate, I'll multiply them," Katsuki emptily threatens, taking a hearty bite out of his corn cob.

"How about we challenge for veggies, dad!" Misuzu only ever refers to Katsuki as 'Dad' when she was ready to wager something or play a prank. It always made him smirk and then their eyes would match in fiery compition.

"Ohhh?" He drew out.

Misuzu threw out her fist. "Rock, paper, scissors for the rest of the veggies on my plate. If I win, you have to eat alllll of my veggies for me."

"Only on the condition that if you lose, you have to finish them off before you finish your hambuger and the rest of my carrots." Katsuki pointed at the four remaining side carrots on his plate with his chopsticks. You could see Misuzu's determination falter before you pat her back.

"I believe in you, Suzu!" You lightly cheer. Her eyes light up with stars as Katsuki fakes a pout.

"You're on her side and not mine? I'm your husband," he fakes in offense. You shrug and lean back, playing pacifist.

Needless to say, three rounds of rock, paper, scissors later, Misuzu was pouting as she scarfed down her vegetables as quickly as possible. Although, as token of good faith, Katsuki ate the rest of his carrots on his own.

After dinner, Katsuki goes to wash up for the night as Misuzu helps you with dinner clean up. She was taking plates and putting left overs in the containers you gave her before giving you the dirty dishes to wash. You were wiping off the counters and sink while Misuzu wipes down the table when Katsuki comes in with still damp hair and a towel on his head.

"Bathrooms empty if you want to shower and clean up." You nod as Misuzu goes to follow you yet again. However, she had already been cleaned off the day, taking a bath after she came home and had stopped crying. It was a comfort thing, after every bad fit or tempertanturm, she would fully calm down with a bubbly bath with one of her parents fawning over her.

Katsuki was quick to scoop her up, holding her tightly like the princess she is as he made sure she wouldn't slip from his hold.

"Why not let mom go and get cleaned up on her own? We can wait for her in the living room, okay?" Misuzu thought it over before she was nodding. "Good girl."

You trot to the bathroom and start undressing, more than ready to wash off the days events. The shower was something much needed as the last chips of exhasution finally fell off your shoulders. The hot water soothing your aching back and steam relaxing your senses.

When you came out of the shower, dressed and fresh the first thing on your mind was prepping Misuzu's lunch for the next day before you forgot or got too tired to do it. Going into the kitchen, you grab for the loaf of bread in the cupboard and then snatch her favorite strawberry jam and smooth peanut butter.

As you were cutting the crust from the bread's edge, since Misuzu was picky about bread crusts, you feel her behind you. Latching onto the back of both your legs, one arm linked around each.

"Yes, Sweetie?" You hum softly as you hear her very faintly yawn.

"I help," he tiredly whines, releasing one of your legs to rub at her eyes. You could tell what she was doing without even looking at her and you smile, setting the crustless bread pieces on the clean countertop.

"Not right now, baby," you coo. "You're a lttle too sleepy."

"'m not sleepy."

"Uh-huh, you want to know who else says that?" There was a brief pause. "Daddy does." You momentarily get lost in thought about how much of Katsuki was truly present in her small, gentle persona. Her fiery competitiveness, her drive to achieve things no matter how small they seem, and of course her stubborn nature. You were brought out of those thoughts the moment you heard the smallest sniffle behind you.

You had been spreading the tan peanut spread on a piece of bread before you immedately set it down and twist your upper body to look down at the top of your daughter's head. Her chin was down, tucked close to her chest as her forehead was pushing into the back of your thighs. Her shoulders jump occassionally with small sniffs, like she was trying to hide the fact she was most definitely crying.

"Oh, Sweetheart," you coo, gently detaching her from your legs and bending down to kneel on both knees in front of her. You take her hands into your own and hold them softly as she continues to sniffle while fat tears slowly trail down her cheeks. You could tell by her tense face she was trying to get them to stop. "What's wrong?"

"I love you, Mommy."

You raise one hand to her cheek, gently swiping away a tear that is quickly replaced by another. Her skin was flushed and warm to the touch because of her emotions.

"I know that, Baby. I love you too."

"I love you just as much as I love Daddy."

"I know," you gently repeat.

"So, I'm not just daddy's girl?" Your brow quirks at her question. Instantly you were confused. Your confusion was short lived however, when Katsuki comes into the kitchen, standing in the doorway with his shoulder against the wall.

"She heard your interview on the radio and thinks that her being a daddy's girl is something bad when it comes to her mom." There's a small smile on his lips and you could tell it was a conflicted one.

Conflicted in the sense that firstly, he has already been through at least two of these misunderstanding tantrums and secondly, he hates seeing his daughter upset, much less crying. And finding the situation a little silly along with it all.

Misuzu shuffles to get closer to you, latching her arms around your neck the best she could. Your arms engulf her tiny little body as you shush and rock her side to side, rubbing up and down her back reassuredly.

"Misuzu," you call to get her attention. She slowly pulls away from you as you hold her shoulders and keep her in front of you. You push your forehead against hers and make her lock eyes with you. "Being a daddy's girl doesn't mean that you love me anyless."

"But you said-"

"I know," you nod slightly, "I know what I said. It's not a bad thing, Sweetheart. Loving your dad isn't bad at all, so you don't need to cry over it."

"Can I be a mommy's girl too?" She sniffles and you have half a mind to lay on the floor and scream. Your daughter was just too cute.

"Yes," you lightly breathe with a laugh in your voice. "You most certainly can be a mommy's girl too."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

She sniffles once more before wiping haphazardly at her face, clearing it of all tear stains. She glances up at the counter and then back down at you with doey, wet eyes.

"Can I have extra jam on my sandwich?"

You laugh before you kiss her head and sweep her up into your arms before standing and swaying her around.

"Of course." It didn't take long of you swaying her that she was out like a light. She was still young, so all the crying she'd done throughout the afternoon and evening had tuckered her out as she slept against your chest. Arms hanging limp over your shoulders and cheek smooshed just under your chin.

Katsuki made his way over and gently ran his fingertips over her spine, relaxing her further as she slept. His other hand came to wrap around your back and settle on your hip, lightly massaging it with his thumb.

"She's cried enough to fill four jars today, I swear," he scoffs quietly at his daughter puffy face.

"She's only 7, this is serious stuff," you jokingly testify on Misuzu's behalf.

Katsuki steps just a milimeter close to you, tugging you closer to his body by your hip and kisses you easily. It's long and warm and loving. His hand on your hip tightens as he's pushing down further on your lips, trying to silently convey everything he's feeling into you without the use of words. By the way he feels you smiling back against his lips, he knows you understand.

You always do.

Pulling away, your cheeks are warm and he nestles against your nose with his own.

"I love you too," you quietly tell him. Soon, he's taking misuzu from you and easily walking her into her room where he tucks her into bed and lets her sleep for the night. The rest of the evening he's stuck to you.

Wrapping his arms around your middle in the kitchen while you finish tomorrow's lunches. Leaning against you on the couch while he toys and spins the wedding band resting on your finger that matches his. Snatching and holding your pinky as you walk to the bedroom ahead of him, ready to sleep. And holding you as close as possible as you both lay on the mattress.

He was happy his daughter loved you, but maybe he missed all his opputurnitys to cling to you today too.

Oh well, he sighs against your head as you were tucked under his chin. He's got you know and for the rest of his life, so what's one day lost to his kid?

-x-x-x-

a/n pt2: wow this got longer than i thought. whoops x2 (feedback feedback feedback- i chant into a megaphone manifesting it)

Could you write a SMAU for Todoroki, Bakugou, Denki and Hawks of them accidentally texting their crush after their first date together when they meant to send it to a friend? Thank you!

damn right I can :) I LOVED THE IDEA THANKS FOR THE REQUEST BBY

MHA BOYS ACCIDENTALLY TEXTING Y/N AFTER A DATE

includes : shoto todoroki, keigo takami, katsuki bakugo, denki kaminari, izuku midoriya

synopsis : our mha boys have a little tiny crush on you and mean to vent to their friends after your date. Plottwist, they accidentally text you instead :)

infos : gender neutral reader and v soft 2d men

masterlist | rules | requests open | prompt list

© izukuisbaby. reblogs appreciated ! although do not modify, copy or claim as your own or repost without creds

katsuki has reading glasses. he doesn’t wear them at school because he thinks they make him seem too approachable. so he wears contacts, but in private places like his dorm, yours, or at home he has them on. the first time you saw him with the on you stared and had a big grin on your face. he looked 10x more attractive so you couldn’t help yourself but squeal internally at the sight. katsuki did notice you though and snickered.

without looking in your direction he turned the next page in the book he was reading. “take a picture it’ll last longer.” he quipped sarcastically. but you were about to take true to his words and pulled your phone out to snap a picture. when he heard the shutter go off his head snapped up and narrowed his eyes. “i was being sarcastic.”

“i know, but you look so good!” you exclaimed as you showed him the photo. he looked at it momentarily before looking back at you.

“if anyone else sees that i’m deleting it from your phone.”

ig credit: laurasreadingtime