When He Gets Jealous

my body cracks like a glow stick but has the audacity to not glow? despicable

Stars and Secrets | K. Bakugo

note: just had my graduation party yesterday aaaa im so glad its over now (⁠＾⁠∇⁠＾⁠)⁠ﾉ

The night was quiet, the city lights flickering in the distance as you and Katsuki sat on the rooftop of his apartment building. A thick blanket was spread out beneath you, and the chilly air was kept at bay by the large hoodie he’d insisted you borrow.

“Quit fidgeting,” Katsuki muttered, lying on his back with one arm behind his head.

“I’m not fidgeting,” you replied, though you adjusted your position for the third time.

He snorted but didn’t say anything, his gaze fixed on the stars above. It wasn’t often that you both had a quiet evening to yourselves, and Katsuki had surprised you earlier by dragging you up here after dinner, a thermos of hot chocolate tucked under his arm.

Now, the warmth of the drink lingered on your hands as you leaned back, stealing a glance at him. His face was relaxed, the usual sharp edges of his expression softened by the calm of the night.

“Katsuki?” you asked quietly, breaking the silence.

“Hm?”

“Why’d you bring me up here?”

He turned his head slightly, one red eye peering at you. “Do I need a reason?”

“No, but you usually have one,” you teased, smiling softly.

He sighed, sitting up and resting his elbows on his knees. “You’ve been all over the place lately. Work, training, runnin’ around like an idiot. Figured you needed to breathe for a minute.”

Your chest tightened at the simple honesty in his words. “You’re too good to me, you know that?”

“Someone’s gotta be,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.

You reached out, resting a hand on his arm. “Thank you, Katsuki. Really.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled, though the corner of his mouth twitched upward. He lay back down, tugging you down with him so your head rested on his shoulder.

For a moment, neither of you spoke, the world around you fading into a peaceful hum.

“Y’know,” he said suddenly, his voice quieter than usual, “I’m not good at this kinda stuff. But I… care about you. A lot.”

You blinked, turning your head to look at him. His eyes were focused on the sky, his cheeks dusted pink in the moonlight.

A smile broke across your face as you snuggled closer, your hand slipping into his. “You’re better at it than you think, Katsuki.”

He grunted, squeezing your hand lightly. “Don’t push it.”

You laughed softly, the sound blending into the stillness of the night. And as you lay there under the stars, wrapped in his warmth and his quiet, unspoken love, you realized there was nowhere else you’d rather be.

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Nath that reads to you when you can't sleep, your head resting on his chest, his arms around your shoulders while holding the book. His voices soft, almost as a whisper. You should close your eyes, finally get the sleep you need but you can't tear your eyes away from him. His lips, his nose, his eyes, he looks so good you wonder what he sees in you, yet when his eyes fall into yours, theres nothing but love in them "Do you want me to stop?" he asks, you shake your head. You could listen to him your entire life, talking about whatever and you'd be listening very close, drinking his words. He kisses your forehead, before resuming his lecture and you finally close your eyes, ready to fall asleep in the arms of the man you love.

I am so in love with izuku like I’m actually tweaking. I can’t explain how much i love this dorky man.

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The young boy wasn't aware of how he found himself in such a position.

His bubbly classmate followed him around like a shadow — every second of the school day — practically glued to his side.

Shoto may be dense, but he's not completely clueless, he knew about her strong feelings for him.

Maybe because she's so unapologetically open about it but still...

He doesn't particularly mind her presence, often feeling more comfortable if she were at his side then not, growing used to the hyper melody — her voice — next to him.

Y/N is quite an enthusiastic girl, so he's not that shocked when she calls him to join her outside the dorms, the duo sitting on a bench as they share a cold snack together.

She smiles, easily breaking the joint popsicles, handing him half of it as he hesitantly accepts.

"I always think stuff tastes better when shared!"

He silently nods.

There's not much he has to say whenever they're together, after all, she seems to understand his quiet nature better than most people.

"Too bad I have no younger siblings, I ate these alone growing up."

She quiets down for a second — the gears already turning in her head — and proceeding to give him a mixed look of amusement and curiosity.

"Hey 'roki, are you also an only child?"

He meets her intrigued gaze, averting his eyes for a moment as he hums in thought.

Eventually deciding to spare her from the situation regarding his eldest sibling, maybe he'll tell the girl another time, but he'd much rather keep this moment light hearted.

As it always is with her — something peaceful — away from all the struggles of his life back home.

"I have two older siblings... a brother and sister," he softly mumbles.

Her eyes light up at the new information, tilting her head as she continues.

"Do you all look alike?"

His brows slightly furrow as he wonders — never really giving it much thought before — slowly recalling Natsu and Fuyumi's features, looking up to the starry sky as he remembers the similarities.

"Probably yes."

She giggles as her imagination runs wild, previously assuming he'd be an only child, given his stoic demeanor.

The confirmation only makes her questions multiply.

"Similar personalities?"

A family full of people just like him would sure be a funny site, if true. He shakes his head, re-meeting her fascinated gaze with a calmer expression.

"No, they are nice."

She immediately replies, as if bothered by his words, the subtle negative self-esteem catching her attention.

"You're nice too— I mean, you're nicer!"

His eyes soften, just barely, not saying anything in response as he takes a bite out of the popsicle.

Y/N seems to notice, her smile growing at the realization as she asks another teasing question.

"Which one of you is better looking?"

"Both of them are beautiful."

She playfully pouts, giving him a look of disapproval and nodding with confidence at her next words.

"No way! I refuse to believe it, you're the most beautiful 'roki."

Her gaze returns back to her cold snack, casually taking another bite like she was just pointing out the obvious, smiling at the delicious taste. Not even needing to know what his siblings look like to be sure of her answer.

He stares at her for a moment, processing what she just said.

A small smile slowly breaking on his face as he looked forward, a warm sensation felt in his chest, a feeling of much needed tranquility as they sat next to each other.

"You're probably the only one that says so..."

His smile was gone before she could catch it.

She hums.

"I don't think that's true, but even if it is, not only do I think you're better, I will always think that way."

Their gazes slowly meet, warmth filling both of their bodies despite a soft breeze passing by, heartbeats steadying in unison.

It was odd.

Nothing out of the ordinary was happening, yet the air around them felt different tonight, more intimate.

"If they're worth 100 marks, then you are worth 101. That special point will always be saved for you."

No other words had to be said, the sound of rustling leaves being long forgotten in the background.

Her eyes showed nothing but sincerity and affection.

It was him that broke eye contact first, looking straight ahead as another soft smile breaks out on his face, not even trying to hide it behind his walls anymore.

He doesn't visibly light up often but when he does... she's right — he truly is beautiful.

The fact that she had the power to make him feel at ease, made her more thrilled than anything else. She'd always offer him a place to be vulnerable; maybe that's why he likes having her around.

Have the urge to keep her just as close.

"The popsicle is good."

"Mhm?"

He looks back at her with a softened expression, making her heart jump at the sight.

"I'll buy you one, next time."

She shyly smiles.

"Okay, I'll be waiting then."

They weren't aware of how much time had passed, sitting together under the moon, having a small break from their rigorous training and studying — hectic student life in general.

But it didn't matter, not when they got each other, brought together by a pair of popsicles.

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a sour taste and a cruel heart

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a\n so much angst. but imagine any of your favs when reading!

You were here, stuck at this shitty fucking party, supposed to dance the pain away—or so Ochako had said. And yet, there he was, standing six feet away from you, bathed in the flickering glow of those cheap strobe lights Denki had scored last minute from some run-down party store. Blue and purple hues wrapped around him, casting him as something ethereal. Almost angelic.

But he’s anything but that.

You know it from the festering, rotting feeling that creeps in every time someone so much as mentions his name. That man is no saint. He had ripped your heart out with bare hands and sharp teeth, peeled the skin from your bones, and left your flesh to rot.

You still remember how he ended it—how he left you with nothing but a cardboard box stuffed with the remnants of your last three years together. Left it by your door like garbage, not even man enough to look you in the eyes when he tossed you away.

That cruel smirk, the one that used to send you to your knees, now only sends you clutching at your chest, struggling to breathe. And now, here he is. Lost in the crowd but staring at you.

You had sworn to him that you two could make it, that you'd be the exception. But he never listened—when did he ever? Instead, he grew quieter. Stopped holding your gaze. Dropped your hand in crowds. For fuck’s sake, he stopped kissing you. Your lips still feel bare.

And a few weeks later, it was over.

You remember his face—so vacant, so cold, like a stranger trying to morph himself into the man you once loved. You had wished, prayed, that it was some sick prank. That it was all just a nightmare, and you'd wake up in his arms, the morning sun warming his skin, his body safe and solid beside you.

But instead, you woke up alone. Cold. With a raging headache and eyes too swollen to open properly.

That same morning, you were paired with him for a training session. He had loomed over you the way he always used to—except this time, he wasn’t yours. Just an opponent. A stranger planning to land a hit. You dodged, gasping for breath, and then—

You broke.

Sobbing, choking on your own breath, tears streaming down your face as you clung to his chest—hitting him, holding him, like you wanted to tear him apart but still needed him to put you back together. And in front of everyone, he just… held you.

He never spoke to you again after that.

And now, here he is, at this shitty graduation party, celebrating the same thing he threw you away for. And here you are, swirling the sour liquid in your cup, knocking it back too fast, desperate for something—anything—to dull the ache clawing at your ribs.

And here he is, still staring.

His eyes narrow slightly, like he sees right through you. Like he knows you still can’t stand the taste of alcohol. But he won’t be there to hold your hair back when you’re puking your guts out.

Not anymore.

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No glue, no borax. Just please

you and katsuki were mid-makeout sesh in your dorm. he was sitting against your headboard with you in his lap.

his hands were dipped underneath your shirt, caressing the skin of your lower back. his mouth was on your neck. you shivered as katsuki’s lips connected with your skin. the warmth of his breath left goosebumps in its wake.

you let out a soft sigh and gently petted his hair with your free hand. you melted into his touch, not only from how warm he was.

that was, until mina burst into your room unannounced to ask about something random.

she stared wide-eyed at you two. your eyes widened and your cheeks burned red out of embarrassment.

katsuki looked angry. his ears were bright red as he pulled you off of him. he thought the door was locked.

“get outta here, raccoon eyes!” he snapped angrily, pushing the pink-skinned girl out of your dorm and locking it behind her.

that was the day you two learned to double-check if the door was locked.

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OMGOMG (im touch starved…) BUT THIS SLAYS

this request ! fem ! reader , some swearing , reader is mentioned to be short

"get yer ass off me."

was the irritated grumble from your moody boyfriend, who had been subjected to your clinginess. he had just been minding his own business in his dorm room, when you burst in and jumped on top of him where he laid on his bed, and you havent moved in the past hour. your face was buried in his neck, and almost every single centimetre of your body was in some form of contact with katsuki's.

"don't wanna... s'comfy here, m'not movin'.." you whined out as a weak response, your words being muffled from your position against katsuki's neck. throughout your relationship so far with katsuki, you were usually the one initiating most cuddling and general affection between the two of you, but that didnt mean that katsuki didnt return it tenfold. whenever you stood up on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek, he responded by firmly pressing his lips against yours. obviously, when nobody was looking.

letting out a sigh, katsuki pressed a soft kiss to your temple, before grinning slightly to himself. he would never admit it, but he was glad that you found so much comfort in his presence and his touch. the thing he feared the most was you being afraid of him, and avoiding his touch. so, when you voluntarily sought him out and nestled your body into his arms, katsuki felt as though he was holding his entire world firmly against his chest.

because he was. you were the most important thing to him, and he wasnt afraid to show you that he loved you. whispering out in your ear, katsuki noticed the small squirm that his warm breath caused, and his voice softened as a result. "whatever, hold onto me all ya want, then. i aint goin' anywhere, yer stuck with me."

a giggle escaped your lips at his words, as you lifted your head to look him in the eyes. "hmm, ill believe it when i see a ring after graduation. thats when ill know im stuck with you." katsuki just raised an eyebrow at your remark, before chuckling and rolling his eyes. "ya think im unprepared? or that i can even wait till we graduate?? nah, babe. youre in for a real surprise, then."

"i swear, ill be your husband."

i have lovey dovey bitch syndrome & its incurable