Wait, Are You Flirting? | K. Bakugo

SUKUNA WOULD KILL FOR HIS SWEET WIFE, and he has done so before. Quite a few bullets were buried in the skulls of many terrible individuals who made a frown appear upon your face, or worse, made a tear fall.

A vulgar man making comments about you. A crappy mechanic who scammed you and refused to issue a refund. The careless, distracted driver who rear-ended you last week.

What a day that was. You had called your dear husband — holding back tears as you spoke — because you needed transportation after the car accident.

While Sukuna was on the phone with you, he could hear the careless, distracted driver in the background shouting bewildering nonsense about how the accident was somehow your fault.

Did someone really have the nerve to shout at his wife? His wife?

The chaos made you cry harder. The driver would barely let you get a word in, but when he did pause to catch his breath, you mumbled, “You don’t know my husband, sir. If I were you, I wouldn’t speak to me that way.”

The driver didn’t care. He continued to shout. To berate you. Sukuna stayed quiet throughout the phone call as he made his way to your location.

And that shouting man? That careless, distracted driver? He went weak at the knees when he saw Ryomen Sukuna arrive at the scene.

“Did I . . . Did I really rear-end Sukuna’s wife? I’m gonna die. He’s gonna fucking kill me,” the driver thought.

Tears fell from his eyes seeing the huge man, the one person everyone — everyone — in town knew not to mess with, emerging from his vehicle.

To make matters worse, there was a bruise on your forehead.

The man was rambling on and on. It was some sort of pathetic apology. Sukuna didn’t know. Sukuna didn’t care.

He simply killed him, gathered your belongings out of your car, and carried you to his — there was no way he’d let your favorite shoes get ruined with blood stains.

“I’ve got you, pretty girl,” he said as he carried you. “Don’t you worry about a thing.”

Sukuna took you home. Only after stopping to pick up food from your favorite takeout restaurant first, of course.

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being on katsuki’s back while he’s doing push-ups

when you received a text from katsuki telling you to come over, you sat up in your bed without hesitation. you texted a quick reply and walked to his dorm, then knocked. he quickly opened it with a small grin, then placed his large, rough hand on the back of your head, and kissed your forehead. you closed the door with your foot and placed your lips against his, then pulled away with warm cheeks.

he walked to the center of his room, only wearing a black tank top and sweatpants, then crossed his arms. you asked, “why did you text me katsuki? you made me think there was an emergency, but there’s not.”

he huffed and averted his gaze, “i need to work out. lay down on my back and tell me about your day or whatever. wrap your arms around my torso if you need to.”

you tilted your head at the sudden command but didn’t think much of it. he probably just needed some extra pressure during training. the truth was, he just wanted more time with you.

so once he lay on the ground and propped his hands up, you lay down with him and kissed his neck, emitting a hum from the blonde. he began to go up and down, lifting you with him when he did push-ups. you began to giggle, loving how he felt a little odd on your body.

“did you do anything fun today, katsuki?” you asked, laying your cheek against his muscular back, arms comfortably against your sides.

he did many push-ups without difficulty, not even breaking a sweat until you began to talk to him. he replied with another question, “didn’t i tell you to tell me about your day?”

you grinned and nodded, “yeah, but i wanna see how long you can last while doing three things. push-ups, carrying me, and replying to my questions. if you can’t do that then it’s fine, it may just be too hard for you.” you teased him at the end, and he felt your lip twitch.

katsuki frowned and mumbled, “damn brat,” before going off about how he beat shoto when they were training together. you knew he saw him as a threat to his climb to be the number-one hero, so you applauded him.

you praised, “good job, katsuki. i’m really proud of you, you know?”

his focus faltered and he staggered with his movements. the tips of his ears turned pink and he mumbled something under his breath, almost too inaudible. you always knew how to catch him off guard, and he loved that about you. the blonde tried to keep the smile from forming on his face but failed, and let out a nervous chuckle.

he tried to flaunt his talent and rolled his eyes, “icy-hot’s real good but i beat him. took a while though, you know?”

you nodded, “is that why i heard screaming and crashing for around an hour?”

he nodded and tried to muffle his groans and pants, wanting to not make any noise besides words. you smiled and decided to tease him more, “you’re doing great, katsuki, just a little more.”

“s-shut up,” he groaned, making you blush at the sounds.

after you giggled once more, he gently slid you off his back. he claimed that was the one and only time he would let you lay on his back during training due to your reaction. of course, that was a total lie. you became part of his daily routine.

sorry if this wasn’t as fluffy or anything i js had this idea idk! i’m trying so hard to make this not too suggestive

childhood ‘friends’ (you thought he was gross at the time) to lovers katsuki (you love with all your heart) who called your mama ‘auntie’ all his life only to have heavy, violent tears fall down his face at your wedding as he danced with her.

he tells her, “i’m really happy you let me have your princess auntie.” almost choking up his words. she laughs and tells him, “i’m your mama now too, katsuki, so you better call me that starting today.”

definitely sobbed in her arms as she swayed him back and forth for comfort—with photo proof too! and you’re dancing with masaru who’s crying just as hard as him.

might build on this au in the future — do not copy, plagiarize, translate, or repost my works

Write me a fic with Katsuki x fem reader where you think he hates you but he actually has the biggest crush on you. Describe how it shows. No love confessions, reader is completely oblivious.

Hating Loving You

You were convinced Bakugo Katsuki hated your guts. There was no other explanation for his behavior.

Every time you walked into the room, his scowl deepened. His sharp crimson eyes would narrow in your direction like you were an annoying fly buzzing around his head. He never spoke to you unless it was absolutely necessary, and when he did, his words were clipped, laced with irritation. And God forbid if you ever so much as glanced in his direction during training—he’d immediately roll his eyes and turn away like the mere sight of you was offensive.

You didn’t understand it. You had never done anything to him. You were polite, you treated him just as you treated everyone else, and you even cheered for him during matches, just like you did for all of your classmates. And yet, whenever you so much as breathed near him, he acted like he wanted to launch you into the sun.

But what you didn’t see—what everyone else saw—was the way Bakugo Katsuki’s hands clenched into fists whenever someone else made you laugh. How his jaw ticked when Kaminari slung an arm over your shoulders, or how his explosions became just a little too aggressive when you excitedly talked to Kirishima after a sparring session.

You didn’t notice how he always ended up standing near you, even when he had no reason to. How he was the first one to react when you got hurt during training, barking at Recovery Girl to hurry up, his hands twitching with barely restrained worry. How his gaze softened—just a fraction—whenever he caught sight of you, before he quickly masked it with another scowl.

You missed how he always made sure you had a seat near him during meals, even if it meant glaring at someone else until they moved. Or how he always paired up with you during exercises, grumbling under his breath but never once letting you get the short end of the stick. How he paid attention to the little things—your favorite snacks mysteriously appearing in the dorm common room, your training gear always being placed neatly on your side of the locker room instead of in a messy pile.

You were oblivious to the way his ears turned pink whenever you smiled at him, to the way he shoved his hands in his pockets and looked away quickly, afraid of letting you see the effect you had on him.

But the rest of the class saw it.

“Oh my God, she has no clue,” Kaminari groaned one afternoon, watching as you waved cheerfully at Bakugo, only to receive an aggressive scoff in response. “How is she this blind?”

“She probably thinks he actually hates her,” Mina whispered back, snickering when Bakugo’s eye twitched at your obliviousness.

“She’s an idiot,” Bakugo muttered under his breath, scowling as you turned back to your conversation with Jirou. But the scowl didn’t reach his eyes, not really.

No one bothered to tell you the truth. They figured you’d find out eventually—when Bakugo finally snapped and did something about it. But until then, they were more than happy to sit back and watch the show.

Mha texts where reader reposts like sorta sad songs but it just turns out as a misunderstanding. Hope that made sense😅😅

mha boys reaction to sad song reposts

> i tried to match the songs to their "personality" as best as possible...sorry if it's not😓

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share my world

synopsis : your boyfriend has a weird little habit of squeezing your fingers. and, naturally, he won't tell you why.

an. i make a stupid "you cant just say perchance" joke here bc i think its very funny. it's corny, so beware!

"so, are we ever gonna talk about this ?"

if katsuki is startled by the fact that you're awake, he barely let's it show besides the way his eyes widen just slightly in the darkness of the room, you're eyes have adjusted enough thanks to the light of the moon peeking through the curtains.

"gonna talk about what ?" he asks sluggishly, eyes drifting downward towards your hands again. or more specifically your fingers.

"talk about why you keep squeezing my fingers when you think i don't notice ?" you explain. katsuki takes about ten seconds to respond. his eyes dart to you when you finish talking. when he looks away again he squints and squeezes your finger with his thumb and pointer almost by reflex.

"s'not like i'm trynna be sneaky.."

you realise he's trying to weasel his way out of your question with a vague answer, so you insist. "and it's always my ring finger too, is it like crooked or something ?" you joke. that rewards you with a huff of laughter from your boyfriend, who squeezes your ring finger tight.

"yeah, m'trynna—set your shit straight." he groans, pretending to struggle as you whine in discomfort. trying to wiggle your finger out of his grip.

when he grants you some mercy and loosens up (still not letting go) he speaks again "if it bothers you so bad why didn't ya say nothin' ?"

"doesn't bother me, perchance.. just wanna know what the big deal is." you reassure, shrugging deeper into his sheets.

he raises an eyebrow holding back a smile "ya can't just say perchance, moron." you stick your tongue out at him as you laugh "that's the joke, asswipe. now quit dodging the question !" you snark, he squeezes your nose in retaliation.

he grunts, looking around the room for anything to save him from talking. he groans when he doesn't find anything.

"i just—it's—i just—do it cuz' i wanna, that a problem ?" he stutters defensively. you roll your eyes, squeezing his nose back, chuckling when he dashes away and glares like you'd smacked him.

"of course not, suki."

"good. quit interrogating me then."

you roll your eyes with a sigh, knowing this is the most you'll get out of your cryptic boyfriend. "that's gonna make me even more curious, y'know ?"

"tough luck. guess y'r just gonna have to live with that. 'night." he settles, and the bastard actually closes his eyes, pulling you closer like his personal plushie. you push at his shoulder "dick." you mutter, he chuckles quietly.

and yeah, you guess you are gonna have to live with that, until you forget about it that is. only for you to remember again and ask him this exact question again and though you're being patient for now, katsuki knows that sooner or later you'll get restless. always so damn impatient, he thinks to himself.

well, not like he could say much, but he'll keep that thought to himself.

and he's being pretty patient right now, he thinks. squeezing your ring finger tight when he realises your breathing has slowed and you'd fallen asleep. he rubs at the spot where he hopes, he prays, you'll allow him to put a ring on soon.

you were just going to have to live with this for a little bit longer in the meantime.

katsuki who's always fixing the necklace he got for you. to him, it's a very clear sign that you're taken and he wants to make sure there's absolutely no mistake about it. it's like he naturally gravitates towards it, pulled towards you like a magnet whenever you wear it (which is all the time).

he's always just fiddling with it, absentmindedly dangling the cute little golden "k" around your collar bone and playing around with it while you talk, occasionally humming to let you know he's listening before letting it go with a satisfied sigh, not before making sure the first letter of his name was right in the middle of the chain. you were his after all, and he was gonna make sure everybody knew.

ft. katsuki bakugo

summary: helping defend his kid from other kids on roblox.

“Katsuki.”

No response.

“Katsuki.”

Still nothing. Just the glow of the screen reflecting off his face, jaw clenched, eyes locked in like he was planning a full-scale battle strategy. His fingers flew across the keyboard, clicking with the precision of a trained assassin.

You folded your arms. “Katsuki Bakugo. You are a grown-ass man playing Roblox.”

He finally looked up from your kid’s gaming setup, scowling. “Yeah? And?”

You pinched the bridge of your nose. “And you’re a Pro Hero. You fight real villains. You’ve literally saved the world.”

“Yeah, well, right now, I’m savin’ my kid’s goddamn tycoon,” he snapped, turning back to the screen.

Your child, sitting beside him, was absolutely thriving. “GET HIS ASS, DADDY!”

“ON IT, SQUIRT,” Katsuki barked, fingers moving like he was hacking into a government database.

You sighed, watching your fully grown husband—one of the strongest heroes alive—brutalizing a bunch of kids in Roblox because some 10-year-old named BlazeNinja_44 wouldn’t stop spawn-killing your kid.

The chat was on fire.

BlazeNinja_44: BRO WHO IS THIS

ExplosiveDynamight (Katsuki): UR WORST NIGHTMARE, LITTLE ****

BlazeNinja_44: ?????

ExplosiveDynamight: U LIKE SPAWN-KILLIN’ KIDS? HOW BOUT I SPAWN-KILL UR WHOLE BLOODLINE

Your kid cackled kicking their legs back and forth watching his dad go off for him. “Dad, you sound like one of those gamers.”

“GOOD.” Katsuki cracked his knuckles like he was about to drop a finisher move. “This lil’ bastard deserves it.”

You stared in sheer disbelief as your husband—a fully licensed Pro Hero—went on an unstoppable rampage, obliterating a bunch of middle schoolers in an online Lego game.

And worst of all?

Your kid was cheering him on.

You sighed, rubbing your temples. “I can’t believe I married you.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Katsuki muttered, eyes still locked on the screen. “y’know you love me.” he grins.

© sakuraszn! xoxo

despite being allergic to pollen, BAKUGO KATSUKI spends most of valentine’s day at the flower shop downtown. despite the itch in his throat and despite the sting in his eyes, he refuses to leave.

his fingers twitch as he reaches for a bouquet. would you like roses? too cliche. sunflowers? too tacky. what the hell are peonies, and why do there have to be so many options to choose from?

he exhales sharply through his nose (bad idea, now he’s sneezing too) as he stomps over to the counter.

he grumbles at the florist, rubbing aggressively at the bridge of his nose. “what do you recommend for..” his voice dips, almost like he’s embarrassed, “..someone you like?”

the old woman behind the counter smiles knowingly. “that depends,” she hums, closing the register. “what do you like about her?”

his mouth opens — then snaps shut. his face heats up. he hates this. but he hates the idea of letting you down even more.

“she’s, uh..” he looks away, jaw tightening as he tries not to sneeze again. “she’s a pain in the ass.”

the florist blinks.

katsuki scoffs, gaze drifting while he’s deep in thought. “she’s loud, annoying, never shuts up.” his voice softens slightly. “but she’s.. nice. laughs like a fuckin’ idiot. and-” he clenches his fists. looks up. “-she likes flowers. a lot.”

the woman chuckles, already putting together a bouquet. “sounds like you’ve got it bad, kid.” katsuki scowls, but doesn’t argue.

by the time he leaves, gift in hand, his allergies are destroying him. his eyes are puffy, nose red, and he feels like absolute shit. but when he sees the look on your face later that day, the way you light up as he stands on your doorstep — none of that seems to matter.

“What do you want for your birthday.”

“Nothing.”

“What kinda cake?”

“None.”

“Well besides my ass, which would be chocolate flavor—-“

“Are you finished?!”

That’s exactly how your conversation with your husband Katsuki went for the past 4 weeks.

Every year you get him something he always wants, last year was a new tool for his gauntlets, years before that was the autographed card from All Might, but this is your first year as a husband and wife and you really wanna do something EXTRA special.

But you’ve ran out of ideas.

And unfortunately you’ve ran out of time.

You were on a business trip for a week before his birthday and while you were in the states you managed to buy him new clothes, a hand written letter, a few American snacks he always wanted to try, and even some jewelry, but…it still didn’t seem enough.

Bakugo was actually the perfect husband, he allowed you the option to be a SAMW even if you are a hero too, he’s grown so emotionally intelligent for you, he listens, he cares, you just want to give him a birthday he deserves.

And you know he’d be grateful regardless, he always is. Which is why he always tells you he doesn’t want anything.

You get off the plane early to surprise him. Knowing he’d be off work by now, you told him to call off, but you knew he wouldn’t listen. Not even for his birthday, but luckily Kiri was on your side and insisted he headed home early and take a break for a couple days.

He honestly didn’t want to. He needed a distraction from you being gone. You just told him you’d probably won’t be in by tomorrow morning which means you’ll be missing his birthday. His voice sounded crushed behind his passive aggressive insults on the phone. You nearly told him it was a lie, but you needed your plan to go accordingly.

When you take the uber back to his penthouse, you arrive inside and it was quiet and dark. Hopefully he wasn’t home yet.

You drop your luggage to place all his gifts on the table and blow up a few balloons, and place his card right for him to see when he opens his door.

But he didn’t show up yet.

You waited

waited

wait waited.

But 45 minutes passed and he still wasn’t home.

You sigh, and text Kiri where he was and headed to take a quick shower,

25 minutes passed and you’re out to see he texted back,

“He went drinking w us (I TRIED TO SEND HIM HOME), but he’s headed back rn. i’m taking him.”

You roll your eyes until you hear the door open and the familiar voices of Bakugo cursing and kicking out his fellow friends.

“What—-?”

“Happy Birthday!”

You tip toe out the corner to see your flustered hubby holding his card, eyes widened from confusion to place it back down and rush over to you.

Man you missed his scent.

He was wearing an all black outfit with his gold chain with your wedding ring on it. You missed him so much.

“You said you were—“

“I know i know. I wanted to surprise you….you’re not mad are you—-!”

Picking you up from your ass he kisses you, practically swallowing your lips in the process, “H-hey I’m only wearing a robe here?!”

“Good. My present is easy to unwrap then.”

You playfully smack his chest before he smacks his lips with your agains, “THOSE are your presents….but…I wanted to give you something better..”

Bakugo furrowed his brows for a moment and rolled his eyes, placing you down he hugged you. He just needed to smell you, make sure you were really with him.

“You’re such a dumbass…”

“How? Because I wanted to give you the best present?”

“You did by being here you idiot.”

You looked at him a bit dumbfounded and he just scoffs at you before lifting you up over his shoulders and taking you both to the bedroom.

you really are dense, because if you really knew him you’d know you’re the only present he needed and wanted this year.