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"Are we getting a new chick in 3-A?" Denki shouted, bursting through the classroom door.

"God, it's too early for this, man," Jirou grumbled, burying her face in her desk.

"It's just a rumor, Kaminari. UA doesn't accept additions to classes this late into the year," Momo said calmly, flipping through the pages of her book without looking up.

The other students in 3-A perked up. "A new student? Where did you hear that?"

"I saw Aizawa with some girl who looked our age," Denki said, thumb pointing behind him towards the hall.

It was enough to intrigue a few of them. They rushed towards the hall, craning their necks to see if they could glimpse who Denki had been talking about.

"Just because it's a girl you don't know doesn't mean it's someone joining 3-A. There are plenty of girls here who don't want to know you, Kami," Jirou said. "There's, like, a ton of different departments here." Denki stuck his tongue out at her.

"Will you assholes calm down? You're getting in the damn way," Bakugou snapped, trying to enter the classroom. "The hell is going on?"

"A new student, Kacchan!" Midoriya gushed.

Bakugou ignored him, sitting down at his desk. He crossed his arms with a frown, annoyed with the rest of his peers.

"Shit, Aizawa's coming. Scram!" Sero yelped. The class quickly returned to their seats to look composed.

Aizawa walked in, looking more tired than normal. An awkward silence filled the room as everyone tried to figure out what to say. It wasn't long until Iida spoke with his hand shooting straight up.

"Excuse me sir! Will 3-A be receiving a new student?!"

Aizawa closed his eyes, clearly exhausted. "Where did you hear about this?"

"There was a girl with you in the hall. Is she joining the class?" Mina asked, leaning forward in her desk awaiting his response.

"Clearly nothing remains hidden from you kids," he mumbled, and let out a sigh. "Yes, miss Y/N is going to be joining us for the rest of the semester. She isn't technically a student here though. She's going to be 3-A's engineer, at least until the situation in America lets up."

It was the first time that Aizawa, or any teacher for that matter, had brought up the news of America. It was taboo at this point.  Hearing it spoken about by Aizawa made the situation seem much scarier.

"What's her quirk?" Midoriya asked excitedly, popping out of his seat.

"You'll have to ask her yourself. She's going to join us in a few days." In hearing this, the class launched into discussion with each other. Eraserhead had clocked out of the conversation and was sitting at his laptop, distracted.

"You think she's cute?" Sero asked Kaminari, sitting on his desk. "You're the one who saw her."

"What does it matter? Won't make a damn difference to you," Bakugou grumbled. Being seated next to Kaminari today meant he was forced into the conversation.

"C'mon, Bakubro! Wouldn't it be cool to expand the circle?" Kirishima asked, putting his arm around him.

"Fuck off. I don't need a circle."

"Keep telling yourself that," Eijirou said, patting Bakugou's chest. "I, at least, am gonna go say hi later. You up for it Mina?"

"Duh," she replied, cleaning out her nails. "But you boys better not be hoping for a new girlfriend. The girls are gonna fill her in on all of your gross shit."

"Mr. Aizawa! Where will Miss Y/N be staying?" Iida asked.

"In the dorms with you lot. Don't scare her too much."

Kaminari cackled. "Oh my god, I'm so gonna get laid," he snickered to the rest of the boys.

"Like hell you are, dickhead," Bakugou barked. Sero and Kirishima couldn't help but cackle at that.

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The workshop was an absolute mess.

Aizawa had sent Y/N to her new workspace almost immediately, but seeing it made her want to off herself. It looked like it hadn't been touched in years, and that could very well be true considering the gear Y/N saw while walking into the building.

She set down her bag and tried to step over some of the rubble on the ground. It was supposed to be an engineering workshop, but it was so cluttered it was difficult to tell. Y/N could barely make out a worktable in the center of the room covered with boxes, scraps, and discarded gear.

"This is going to take fucking ages," Y/N sighed to herself.

Better now than never.

Pushing through the jet lag, Y/N spent the next several hours doing her best to sort the chaos of the room. If this was going to be her new workspace for the next year, she was going to have to put some sweat and tears into it. Engineering was a grueling enough profession, especially with her size; she didn't need to add to her own workload by suffering through a messy space.

Y/N was able to use the discarded boxes to organize, sorting through usable scraps and garbage. Already her mind was firing away at new ideas she could build, but she tried not to get ahead of herself. Sleep was pushing at her eyes, but she shook it off. Getting used to Japan time was kicking her ass. Moving away from her country because of terrorists was, too, but she didn't let herself think about that. Instead she let her muscles ache as she lifted around boxes and cleaned off dusty machinery to distract herself.

She didn't know how much time had passed, but she snapped out of her groove when she heard the door burst open. She whipped around to see a clutter of students her age shoving their way in.

"Aizawa said you'd be—" The first girl inside launched into a coughing fit. Her entire body was an alarming pink. "Girl, what the hell, it's so musty in here. How are you breathing?" Without saying hello she marched over to the window and threw it open. "Mmm, that's better." She turned to finally face Y/N with a big grin on her face. "I'm Mina! This is Kirishima, Denki, and Sero. I gotta be honest, I can't wait to have another girl here."

"I'm Y/N," Y/N said, wiping some of the sweat from her brow and trying to rub some of the exhaustion from her eyes. Eyebags didn't make the best first impression. "Do you need something made?"

"Babe, no, we're not here to make you work more. We wanna take you out! You've been cooped up in here for literally 8 hours," Mina said.

Y/N groaned. "Fuck, what time is it? God, I got carried away again—" she hurried to pulled out her phone to check the time. 5:45 PM. She had been working since 9:00 AM that morning. Her body finally seemed to catch up and her stomach growled. "I hate when I do this. Do you guys know where I can get some food? Sorry to cut this so short--"

"You haven't eaten yet? Let us take you out!" Kirishima said, putting a hand on her shoulder. 

"Our treat since you'll be helping us out this semester." He took the chunk of metal she had been holding and set it down to draw her away from her work.

"Are you sure? I don't wanna get in the way--"

"No stress!" Kiri beamed at her and wiped some of the metal dust from her shoulder.

Mina linked arms with Y/N and lead her out of the room. The boys followed behind her. "I feel like I'm gonna pass out," Y/N groaned.

"Well duh, you haven't eaten and you've been working all day. You cool with sushi?" Hearing sushi mentioned made Y/N's stomach growl even louder as they walked down the hall. Mina laughed. "I'll take that as a yes."

"Bakugou! Wanna come with us? We're gonna get sushi!" Kirishima said as they passed a grumpy looking blonde. Without looking up, he flipped them off. Kirishima shrugged. "His loss."

"Why's that guy got a stick up his ass?" Y/N grumbled.

"Don't mind Bakugou, he's always like that. Let's stop by the classroom and pick up the rest of the gang."

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Bakugou could hear the ruckus before he even entered the building. Great, he thought to himself. Can't I get one goddamn minute of peace?

It was 9:00 PM. He had been working his ass off in training since school got out. He was already up later than normal, which made his usual sour mood even worse. Walking into the dorms, he was hit with the smell of popcorn and orange soda.

"What the hell are you asshats doing?" He scolded, making his way over to the couch where nearly the entire class huddled.

"Super Smash Bros tournament, bitch!" Mina cheered, raising her soda can. "Y/N is wiping the floor!"

"No she isn't! I can beat her if you give me one more second--" Sero snapped, his fingers flying away at his controller. Y/N, meanwhile, was leaned back with a smirk on her face. It was clear she was going to win and she knew it.

"C'mon, Hanta, if we lose our streak to the girls I'm gonna--" Kirishima started, but Jiro smacked the back of his head.

"Let us have this! This is the first time we've had a chance, you're not gonna blow this for us," she threatened.

Bakugou rolled his eyes and set his bag down on the counter. God, they were loud.

"FUCK!" Sero yelled, and the rest of the girls in the room cheered and clapped Y/N on the back. She did an exaugurated bow.

"Bakugou! We've finally got someone you can compete with!" Kirishima bragged to his friend. "She could actually beat you."

Bakugou bristled at the challenge. "Like hell she could! Gimme the damn controller," he said, storming over to the defeated Sero and snatching it from his hands. Without even glancing at Y/N, he started the next game. Y/N pretended to yawn and Bakugou shot her a piercing glare. "You're in for a world of hurt, smartass," he challenged.

"Y'know, I think Sero said something similar," she said, nodding her head towards Sero who was crumpled in Denki's arms. "But I'll never turn down some more practice," she said, knowing fully well it was going to piss Bakugou off to say so.

Practice?!

Bakugou growled and turned his attention back to the screen. "You're gonna eat your words."

She didn't eat her words.

A few minutes later, the girls were cheering yet again and Y/N stuck her tongue out at Bakugou through a shit eating grin. He was positively fuming. "Stay right the fuck there," he snapped, getting up and snatching a soda from the counter. He plopped back down on the ground next to her and took a big swig.

"Hey, it was my turn next! Loser is supposed to switch," Kirishima whined.

"Shut up, Shitty Hair. I'm gonna beat her." He started the next game, ignoring Kirishima's jab in the arm.

One, two, three games later, Y/N still held her title. With each round that passed, Bakugou was losing steam. He had never lost at this game before. He'd never lost at anything before. This shitty girl was ruining his reputation. Y/N stayed calm, leaning back against Mina, who fed her constant encouragement and occasionally a piece of popcorn.

"You're fucking kidding me," Bakugou spat after his 5th loss.

"You wanna go again? I can go all night, my guy," Y/N said, shrugging. "I think you like getting your ass beat."

The class whooped and laughed at her comment. He was beginning to turn red. "I could take you in a real fight! This is just a shitty game!" He dropped the controller on the ground and pointed at Y/N accusingly. Kirishima was quick to pick up the discarded remote.

"What, getting your virtual ass kicked wasn't enough?" She said, a challenging look in her eye.

Bakugou laughed. "Not a fucking chance. You'll be begging for mercy," he quipped.

Y/N leaned back against Mina again, this time yawning for real. "I'll take you up on that some other time. I have a ton of shit to unpack," she said nonchalantly, standing up. She finished off the rest of her soda and tossed it into the trash. "Thanks for the dinner and the games, guys. Let's do it again soon," She said, picking up her bag.

"Where are you going? Aren't you staying here in the dorms?" Denki asked.

"Well, that's the plan, but I can't until my room is set up. That'll take a couple more days. I was gonna do it tonight, but some of you wanted to eat dirt in Super Smash Bros." Sero threw an empty soda can at her head, which she dodged.

"If you aren't staying here, where are you going?"

"I was gonna check into a hotel somewhere. It's just for a night, so it shouldn't be too bad," she shrugged, pulling her keys out of her bag.

"You have a car?!" Ochaco squealed.

"A bike, actually," Y/N said, grinning. "I'll take you for a ride sometime if you're brave enough." She winked at Ochaco, who tried to hide a small blush.

"You ride a motorcycle?" Bakugou deadpanned.

"Yup. You want to go for a spin, Bakugou?" she joked.

Her teasing was getting on his nerves. "Fuck off."

"See you guys tomorrow," Y/N waved, and closed the door behind her.

Bakugou finished up the rest of his soda and threw it in the trash. His face was still stained with a scowl from his losses. Who did she think she was? Nobody beats him. Nobody wins against him. The thought was digging into his head as he picked up his bag, frustration growing.

"It's just a game, Bakubro," Kirishima said, wrapping his arm around Bakugou's neck. "You could take her in a real fight, no questions asked."

"I know that, dipshit! I don't care about that shitty game." He was lying.

"Wait! I forgot to ask her what her quirk was!" Izuku yelped, grabbing his notebook and dashing out the door behind her.

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"Fuck!" Y/N cried out, kicking over one of the boxes.

She had been in that mess of a workshop since 6:00 AM, doing what she could to clean up, but it felt futile. She didn't have the strength to move around or lift most of the equipment. After several hours of trying to leverage her weight to push around the heavy machinery, she was planning on giving in. No amount of shoving was going to make it budge. She considered going to get help, but knew that class was in session and she didn't want to interrupt.

She sighed and sat down on the floor, letting her eyes drift shut. God, she was tired. "What I'd give for a fucking muscle quirk right now."

Y/N still hadn't fully adjusted to Japan time-- or given herself time to rest, really. The hotel bed had given her back a painful cramp that still hadn't subsided, and the Tylenol wasn't doing much to help.

A headache was brewing behind her eyes again from exhaustion. She was getting rather sick of it. Granted, she didn't regret yesterday; it was the most fun she had had in a long while, and she genuinely liked the other people she'd met-- Even that cranky blonde. Super Smash Bros was pretty much the only game Y/N could brag about being good at, and she was secretly proud of being able to show off the night before. She smiled remembering the fit that the boys had thrown, though was slightly worried that getting on Bakugou's bad side wasn't a good idea.

"Give up or you're dead!"

Y/N's eyes shot open in alarm at the sound of yelling. It had come from down the hall. She forced her shaking legs to stand up and she grabbed her bag on her way to investigate. "The hell..."

The sound of explosions sounded from a room at the end of the hall with industry-grade double doors. She peeked through the window and saw a few familiar faces gathered around what looked like a sparring ring. Inside the ring was Kirishima and Bakugou.

Her eyes widened in excitement. Being able to watch future heroes fight sounded much more fun that laboring over that stupid machinery. She knew she shouldn't interrupt, but...

Y/N quietly opened the door to slip inside, but she realized it didn't matter how loud she was-- nobody was paying attention, and the cheering was too overbearing. All focus was on the boys in the ring.

"No way, dude! Give me your worst!" Kirishima roared from underneath Bakugou, sending a hardened punch towards his opponent's jaw. Bakugou had anticipated the move and dodged it easily, but wasn't paying attention when Kirishima's leg came up to kick his stomach. Bakugou grunted as he was thrown off to the side, but landed on his feet. He was grinning like a madman.

"Oh my god, Y/N! Hi!" Mina beamed. She rushed over and grabbed Y/N's hand. "Come on, let's get you a closer look."

"I don't know if that's a good idea, I'm not technically a stu--"

"No one minds, trust me. It's the last match. Plus, this sparring combo is entertaining as hell, you gotta see."

Y/N reluctantly let Mina pull her towards the front of the ring. Mina was right, nobody cared. Every pair of eyes was glued to the boys in the middle of the room, and now hers were, too. The cheers around her were deafening.

Bakugou, with his massive gauntlet, was aiming an explosion straight for Kirishima's head. Sweat dripped down his chest as he panted. "Beg, and maybe I'll let you live!" He shouted. The ball of power at his palm grew in size at a dangerous rate, as did his grin.

Kirishima only cackled in response, and instead of backing down, ran straight towards Bakugou. Bakugou wasn't expecting that, but it was too late-- Eijirou managed to land a kick right at the base of Bakugou's gauntlet.

An explosion ripped through the room, and the students closest to the ring were pushed back.

Y/N's ears rang and her arm ripped with pain at the impact to the floor. She cried out, unable to hear herself, and looked down at her arm. No skin was broken, thank God- but it was definitely going to leave a gnarly bruise. She prayed nothing was broken or sprained.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY GAUNTLET?!" Bakugou's roar pierced through the ringing in her ears. The smoke in the room started to dissipate. She looked up and saw Bakugou with his foot on the back of a pinned Kirishima.

At this point, All Might stepped in. "Bakugou, let him go. Is everyone okay?"

There were a couple of grunts, but it seemed everyone was in okay condition.

"What happened?" Denki grumbled, rubbing his head from his fall.

"It looks like Kirishima broke Bakugou's gauntlet, which let out the explosion in every direction instead of a concentrated one," Todoroki said, already on his feet again. "The impact shot everyone back."

All Might was examining a passed out Kirishima. "He'll be fine," He announced. "He activated his quirk in time to prevent any abrasions, but the force may have given him a concussion. Iida, go get Recovery Girl if you will and let her know what happened."

He stood up and laughed. "Young Bakugou! It looks like we finally got a peek at what kind of energy you store in there," he said, jabbing Bakugou's palm. "Seems like Kirishima was able to break through that barrier though. No one is hurt, correct?" He said, turning to the class.

Everyone shook their heads. "Good. That could've gone much worse. Looks like you need some new gear. Can't have you marching around with only one gauntlet!" He gave Bakugou a solid smack on the back as he laughed.

Bakugou growled in frustration, eyeing the one gauntlet that still worked. "Shitty thing," he grumbled.

"Miss Y/N! What are you doing here?" All Might questioned loudly. He had a curious smile on his face. She'd been found out. The room quieted and eyes turned to her.

Y/N turned beet red. "I, uh... heard the explosions. I wanted to come see," She said sheepishly. Bakugou made eye contact with her and smirked at her confession, tightening his fist and puffing out his chest. Her embarrassment deepened.

"You're welcome to join any time, little one! You're part of the family now!" He walked over to help her up. She took his hand, but winced in pain. "Ah... that looks like a sprain. You best meet with Recovery Girl as well. Everyone else, head back to class-- Aizawa has a lecture planned for you."

Everybody but Kirishima, Bakugou, and Y/N filed out the doors. "My arm is honestly fine, I don't think it's that bad. I have work to get back to," Y/N started, going to pick up her bag. She was already embarrassed at being called out with an injury. The immovable machinery was starting to sound more appealing, but All Might put his hand on her shoulder before she could leave.

"Not so fast, Y/N. I won't have anyone here leaving this room with injuries. You'll stay and wait for Recovery Girl with young Kirishima."

Kirishima was waking up. When his eyes fluttered open, they landed on Bakugou's hand that held the broken gauntlet and gave him a shit eating grin. "Serves you right, Bakubro." Bakugou snarled.

"Bakugou, come with me. You two stay put. Don't you dare leave without getting your arm checked out," All Might warned, pointing at Y/N.

"Y/N, what are you doing here? I though you were fixing up the... fuck, my head," Eijirou groaned. Y/N knelt down next to him and chuckled.

"You absorbed that crazy blast. Right on, dude." She held out her undamaged arm for knuckles. He grinned and gladly knocked fists with her. "The machinery in the workshop is too heavy for me to move. I lost my battle with it a while ago, but didn't want to admit defeat."

Kiri laughed. "Sounds like Bakugou with Smash last night. You should make him move your machinery since he fucked up your arm," he said, sitting up. He grabbed the back of his head and winced at the blood rush. "I'd help, but I can't really see straight right now."

"Don't worry about it, man. You should focus on getting that noggin healed," she laughed, flicking his forehead.

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Bakugou wasn't stoked about lose his gauntlet.

He'd had them for years now, and though he didn't want to admit it, he felt a bit of an emotional bond. His blood boiled with anger towards Kirishima, even though he knew it was a smart move to break it. After his spar with Kirishima, All Might had called him into the hall to talk with him.

"You're going to need some new gear, my friend," He said. "Think of this as an opportunity for a new beginning!"

"Can't I just get this shit fixed?" Bakugou retorted, raising the broken gauntlet.

All Might put his hand on his chin, rubbing it quizzically. "I suppose that's up to you. You should feel satisfaction with your gear. If you'd be happiest having it fixed, then by all means; But I encourage you to think about it more. If they broke in the first place, it may be a good idea to reevaluate."

Bakugou frowned. He didn't want new gear, he wanted his old gear.

"Think on it. Either way, you'll need to get some work done. I recommend visiting miss Y/N. She's the youngest in the field you know-- and easily among the best. Try visiting her after school-- hopefully her workshop will be up and running by then." He ruffled Katsuki's hair. "Get to class now, young one. Only a few more hours."

Bakugou didn't like asking others for help, especially with something as important as his gear, but he realized he didn't have much of a choice. After the last lecture of the day, He picked up the broken gauntlet from his locker and made his way to the room Kirishima had given him directions to.

Opening the door, his nose was met the stinging smell of rusted metal and dust. The room was well lit from the sunset outside. In the middle of the room was a tall worktable where Y/N was hunched over a project wearing a welding mask. He realized what she was doing too late. A white flash blinded him and he hissed, stumbling backwards.

Y/N pulled up her mask and gasped, realizing she had company. "Jesus Christ! What the hell are you doing?" She cried, setting down her tool and rushing over. Bakugou was on the ground, his back against the wall, his hands pushing against his eyes.

"I came to get my gear fixed, shithead! A little warning next time you plan to fucking blind me!" He snapped.

Y/N grabbed his wrists and yanked them away from his face. "Let me see."

"Fuck off!"

"Let me see, dumbass! I need to know if you need a hospital!"

Begrudgingly, he opened his eyes and blinked a few times, adjusting. His eyes fell on Y/N's. She was squinting at him, studying his pupils. It made him want to squirm away.

"Am I blurry at all?" She asked, tilting her head to the side and using her fingers to open his eyes wider. Her hands were warm, he realized. Why did that matter?

"No," he grumbled, pushing her hand away. "I'm fine."

She didn't listen and pulled a small vial out of her backpack. "Eyes up, sunshine," she said, holding his chin and tilting it upwards to get a better angle. "Don't close 'em yet."

Bakugou didn't like being this close to someone. He wanted to push her hand away from holding his head, but stopped himself. Eye drops sounded nice. She put a few drops in each eye and he blinked them back, shaking his head. It was unpleasant at first, but then relief washed over them.

"Don't enter a workshop without knocking from now on, got it?" she said, letting go of him and standing up. "Welding light can seriously fuck up your eyes."

"I didn't expect to get fucking flashbanged," he mumbled, getting to his feet. He watched her walk back over to her table and unplug the tools.

"Aside from new eyes, what do you need?" She joked, setting aside the project she was working on and pulling out an old blueprint to study.

He set his broken gauntlet on the table in front of her roughly. "I need this fixed."

"Cool," she deadpanned. "Put 'em in there." She pointed to the trashcan.

"What the hell?"

"I'm just gonna make you a new set. Those ones are obviously shitty if they broke."

He sighed in frustration. "I don't want a new set. I want this set."

Y/N swiveled around in her stool to look at him, putting the pencil she was holding behind her ear and crossing her arms. "I can guarantee you better gear. I know the engineer who made those, and trust me, you don't want to hold onto them."

Bakugou wanted to argue, but didn't know what to say that didn't sound childish. His only reason for wanting to keep the old ones was sentimental value, and he knew that. He eyed the busted gauntlet.

Y/N seemed to know what he was thinking. "I get it. I'm attached to my shit too. Just let me--"

"I'm not attached!" he snapped, clearly offended at the idea that he was sentimental.

"Whatever. If it means that much to you, I can use some of the old material. That way you can keep some of the... meaning," Y/N said apprehensively, grabbing the gauntlet and looking it over. "I can't keep all of it, though. This material is actually pretty shitty. I'm surprised it lasted this long."

"Fine, fuck it. Do what you need. But I'm gonna check up on this, and if I don't like it--"

"If you don't like it, you can get a new engineer to repair these. But that won't happen. I know what I'm doing, and I know you'll like my work," she said, turning back around. Bakugou could tell that her words weren't meant to brag, but to reassure. She got up and set his gear off to the side.

"When will it be finished?"

"I dunno. I've got a lot of orders. A week or two, probably."

Bakugou snorted. "That long? I thought you were the best in your field."

"You aren't the only person I'm helping, Katsuki," she retorted. "Your whole class seems to have shitty gear. I've got a lot I have to work through, and it's looking like first come first serve at this point."

"There's gotta be something you can do to speed this shit up," he demanded. "There are agencies coming in a few weeks, and if I don't have my gear by then--"

"I don't exactly have help here, dude. This is a one-woman show." She rubbed her eyes, and Katsuki felt a small sliver of guilt creeping up his throat. This girl was obviously exhausted. She looked exhausted yesterday, too. Why wasn't this dumbass getting sleep?

"Whatever," Katsuki grumbled, shoving the guilt down into his gut as he walked out the door. "Just let me know when it's done."

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Bakugou was always first to arrive and last one to leave at UA.

In the mornings, he was able to have most of the gym to himself. Occasionally Kirishima would join him (without asking), and though he made a good workout buddy, he preferred to be on his own. All Might had installed fireproof top-quality punching bags that year.

He laid in hit after hit, sweat dripping down his chest and back. His knuckles screamed at him to take it easy, but he refused. With each smack of the bag, a tiny bit of his frustration faded. He went for longer today from the frustration of losing his gauntlets. It wasn't really Kirishima's fault. Maybe Y/N made a good point about the quality, but he would never admit that. Katsuki didn't like new people, but he acknowledged that Y/N may not be as horrible as some of the other losers. The tinker girl didn't take his shit, which was both infuriating and weirdly intriguing. Just a little.

An alarm from his phone beeped, which meant his workout was over. He took a step back from the punching back and tilted his head back, catching his breath. He sat down and cooled off, reading through the dozens of pointless texts from Kirishima.

Shitty Hair: hey bro u wanna get lunch today???? gang is meeting up later

Shitty Hair: will u check and see if Y/N is there?

Shitty Hair: don't have her number yet and mina says she didn't come home last night :/

Shitty Hair: get her number for me btw

Shitty Hair: if she's here

Shitty Hair: not like in a sex way lol just cause I have this funny meme she'd like

Bakugou rolled his eyes. Texts like this were constant, and not just with Bakugou; Kirishima loved being in constant contact with everyone around him. No wonder he made friends so easily.

Bakugou: I'll see if she's here. Not getting her number though. That's your fucking problem.

Shitty Hair: Pleeeeeaaaaaaase?????? :(((

Shitty Hair: I'll buy ur lunch later!!

Bakugou: God fine stop blowing up my phone

Shitty Hair: Hell yeah!!

After his shower, he dried off and checked the time. First period started in about 30 minutes, so he still had time to find Y/N for Eijirou. He made his way down to her workshop, scowling. Eijirou better fucking thank him for this.

When he reached the room, the door was open. He peeked inside and saw Y/N facedown on the workbench. "Are you fucking kidding me?" He sighed and stepped over to her. "Wake up."

Y/N's groaned, her head slowly rising. "What the hell..." she grumbled, obviously equally confused as Bakugou.

"Did you fucking sleep here?"

Reality seemed to hit and she shot up, processing her surroundings as she rubbed her eyes. "Shit, what time is it?"

"7:30."

"Oh my god," she cried out, burying her face in her hands. "Yeah. Yeah, I fucking slept here." She whipped around to face him. "It was an accident. Don't tell anybody. God, this is embarrassing." Her face had marks all over from the table she slept on, and her hair was falling out of the half-assed ponytail. She had oil (or grease, Bakugou couldn't tell the damn difference) on her cheeks.

"How the hell did you manage that?" He said, and a smile crept onto his face at her embarassment. He crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow at her. She was turning a deep shade of pink. Bakugou liked having the upper hand against her for once. "Your boyfriend was worried."

"Huh?"

"Kirishima," he grunted. "He's been bugging me all morning about how you didn't come home."

Y/N put her face into her hands again, groaning. "Fuck. He wanted me to work out with him. I didn't realize-- God, he's going to hate me."

Bakugou was thoroughly enjoying Y/N's misfortune. "Kirishima? He couldn't hold a grudge against anybody. Trust me. I've been pushing him away for years. That fucker wouldn't leave if you wanted him to."

Y/N didn't seem to be listening. She turned around to face the worktable again, looking around for something. "Where..." Bakugou rolled his eyes and plucked the pencil from behind her ear and set it on the table in front of her.

"Ah." She turned pink again. "Don't you dare fucking tell anyone about this," She said, jabbing an accusatory finger into his chest. "If anyone knew I slept here, it'd be over for me."

He swatted her hand away and snorted. "Don't tell me what to do. Why were you here so late anyways?"

She sighed, pointing behind him at the corner of the room. Underneath a dim lamp light were his gauntlets, laid out in pieces and arranged perfectly. Next to them were several dozen sheets of crumpled up paper. Only a few sheets were still intact, and even then, the notes were a mess.

Bakugou walked over to get a better look. Seeing his gauntlets laid out like this was... weird. He'd never seen the insides of them before. It felt personal, and for a split second he didn't like that Y/N got to see it-- but then he glanced at the sheets of paper next to them.

There was a messy sketch of something that looked similar to his old gauntlets, but... different? The glove was thinner, and instead of grenades encompassing the outside, there were wires that lead to a thick metal band around his forearm. "Is this...?"

"The start of something, at least," she sighed, joining him at the table. "The problem is I don't really know shit about you or your quirk, but you had already left before I could ask," she said, flicking his hand.

"What the hell else do you need to know about me?" He demanded, getting defensive.

"For starters, how your fucking quirk works! I only got here two days ago, dude. All I know is that you make explosions."

"What else is there to know?"

"I need to know how you make your explosions," Y/N said, throwing her arms up. "If you use oxygen, I need to allow for air flow. If it's skin contact, I need to create openings. If it's external, I can work on-- look, there's a hundred different reasons, I don't need to explain it. I just need to know what you know about it."

"Do you have to learn this much about everybody?" He didn't like being singled out like this.

"Depends on their quirk, honestly. I mean, Mina's is pretty straightforward. I just have to make her gear that's acid proof. Or Momo, she doesn't have any requirements other than aesthetic. You have one of the more complex quirks."

Bakugou was a little proud to hear that. "You mean the best quirk," he said smugly.

Y/N rolled her eyes. "Sure, whatever."

"What, you doubt me? I could destroy you in a fight, easy!"

"Oh, I don't doubt it," she said, smiling down at her project. "I can't do shit without my equipment."

He was taken off guard at her lack of confidence. Where the hell did the snarky attitude go? "What's your quirk, anyway?"

Y/N fell silent. "It doesn't matter."

Bakugou scoffed. "The fuck kind of response is that? Just answer the damn question!"

"But--"

"Now, idiot!"

"I don't have one anymore!"

Awkward silence. Anymore?

Y/N sighed and looked at her hands, defeated. She knew what he was thinking. "I lost it in a fight last year." When she made eye contact with him, she could see how uncomfortable he was. "It's not a big deal. I'm over it," she said, trying to lighten the mood. It was clear she didn't want to elaborate.

It was times like these when Bakugou wish he knew how to talk to people. Y/N was obviously upset, but he couldn't even begin to think of what to say. What do you say in a situation like that? Say something. Anything.

"Kirishima wants your number."

The fuck was that?

"Oh." She grabbed her pencil and wrote something down on one of the scribbled designs. Ripping it off, she handed it to Bakugou. "I need to get your measurements soon, by the way. I need to know how big your hands are."

"Big enough," he smirked, eyes connecting with hers, letting the joke set in.

Y/N looked confused for only a moment, then she gaped and punched his shoulder. "Fuck off! For the gauntlets!" Her face turned pink again. He liked being able to make her do that.

Just cause it's funny. No other reason.

"Get outta here before I beat you up," she mumbled.

"As if," he teased, grabbing his bag and walking out the door.

Chapter Text

All Might had asked to meet up with Y/N that morning and discuss her predicament. The hero himself was the one who invited her to Japan. Y/N still wasn't entirely sure why, but she hoped this conversation would shed some light on the situation.

He had welcomed her into his office with open arms and a giant smile. After some polite small talk and some weirdly validating compliments, All Might sat back in his chair.

"I'm sure you have many questions for me," He said, picking up his cup of tea. "I know I would if I were in your shoes. I apologize for pulling you from the hospital in the middle of your recovery. You deserved more time to... well, you know. But I didn't want anyone dangerous knowing where you were."

"Anyone dangerous?" She questioned, looking at him nervously.

"Your run-in with All For One was terrible, of course, but considering you made it out in one piece.. you're luckier than many," he said slowly, caution laced in his voice. Y/N could tell he was trying to be gentle with her. "The reason I pulled you away from America... I wanted to keep an eye on you. All For One doesn't like loose ends." Bitterness was written all over his face. "Not many people understand his determination."

Y/N looked down at her shoes. She hadn't talked with anybody about what had happened. It was... nice. "So... I take it there's nothing that can be done then," Y/N breathed. "About my quirk, I mean."

"I'm sorry, young Y/N. I wish there was something more I could do to help," All Might responded, leaning forward in his chair. She could tell he was genuine in the way he looked at her. He knew how she felt. "You're too young to go through something like this."

"I'm 18 already," Y/N laughed, offering him a smile.

"That's still young! When I was 18, I barely knew anything," he said, scratching the back of his head and laughing with her. Y/N took a sip of the tea he had offered her. It had way too much sugar in it, which for some reason wasn't a surprise coming from All Might.

"Is there... can I still be..." Y/N wasn't sure how to even ask the question, or even what she was asking.

"A hero?" He said, tilting his head. "Well, I don't see why not." He turned to look out the window at the campus. "I would recommend meeting up with Midoriya." A small smile crept onto his face. "I think he would offer some advice that you'd find reassuring."

"Izuku?" Y/N questioned, finding it a bit funny. "But... why him?"

"Well, I think you should ask him yourself," he said. He took another sip and turned back to her. "I know it can be difficult adjusting to this new life of yours, especially with the kind of quirk you had. But I know for a fact that you are incredibly gifted in engineering."

"I don't know if it's good enough to make a living, let alone a name for myself in the higher ranks."

"Behind every hero there's an engineer that's the foundation of their success, especially with tricky quirks. Relying too heavily on offense is dangerous. Gear provides reassurance and stability," he said. "Besides, I think... I think those kids really need you."

Y/N smiled at that. It had only been a few days, but she had to agree with All Might. Some of the gear that her peers had were shoddy, to say the least. Her mind began to wander to the different possibilities, but she shook her head to remain focused. "What happens when they graduate?"

"Well, if you've helped them in the way I know you can, then they'll go on to make the world a better place. If you decide to go back to America, I'm sure they'd understand; but I think, with the quality of your work, there might be some agencies here that would snatch you up quickly."

The idea of not going back to America made her uncomfortable, but there was a hint of another emotion there as well. Excitement?

~~~

Later that night, Y/N was in her dorm room with Kaminari getting his measurements. "Fucking hold still!" She barked. This man had been wiggling left and right the entire time, chatting up a storm.

"I'm sorry! I'm just a fidgety dude--WOAH THERE!"

Y/N had yanked him forward with the fabric measuring tape she was holding. "You keep moving away! I won't bite, I promise." She tightened it around his waist and read the measurement, writing it down.

"What if I want you to bite?" he flirted, putting his hands on his hips.

Y/N glared up at him. "Wouldn't you rather Jirou do that for you?" His face turned bright red.

"Wha--I don't--"

"Sure man, keep denying. I only met you guys a few days ago, but I know a crush when I see one," she deadpanned. "Your body is betraying you," she said, eyeing the tent growing in his pants. "I only said her name. You must have it bad, huh?"

"This doesn't mean anything!" He snapped, covering the hard on he was sporting. "Don't tell anybody about this!"

Y/N was already laughing. "C'mon, I'm not a snitch. You've got nothin' to worry about. I've got what I need now though, I'll let you know when it's done," she said, wiping a tear and launching into another fit of giggles.

Kaminari dashed to her door and threw it open, only to scream when he saw a menacing Bakugou standing in the doorway. Denki pushed past him and booked it down the hall, away from the whole situation.

"Watch it, dumbass!" Bakugou roared after him. He whipped his head back to look at Y/N, who was still laughing. "The fuck was that about?"

"Just getting his measurements," she said, standing up and writing down the info from her measuring tape.

"What kind of measurements? The fucker was bright red," Bakugou joked.

"Oh, nothing like that," she retorted, turning to him. "What are you doing here?"

"Mina made me come get you for dinner. Shitty Hair is gonna try and barbeque or something."

"Ah," she said. "I'll be down in a sec."

"Don't lose track of time again, Tinkerbell," he snapped. "I'm not waiting for you."

Chapter Text

"WHO THE HELL FORGETS BURGER BUNS FOR FUCKING BURGERS?!" Bakugou fumed, explosions sparking from his palms.

Kirishima waved his arms around apologetically. "I'm sorry! Sero distracted me with his new magic trick!" His response only made Bakugou angrier.

Y/N tried not to laugh at the scene she had walked into. Uraraka had handed her a small cup of... was it juice? Or tea? She couldn't really tell. All she knew was that it was loaded with something sweet. It was nice, being outside. Especially with friends.

"It's okay, I got it! I'll take the bus to the grocery store," Midoriya beamed, jumping to his feet.

Y/N quickly set her drink down and waved at him. "It's okay man, I've got my bike, I got it."

"No no, I insist! I like to get out!" He argued.

"Then come on my bike."

Midoriya blushed at that. "Are you sure? Is there enough room? I mean, I don't--"

"C'mon," she said, waving her keys at him. "I promise it's safe."

"Oh! While you're there can you pick up, like, some plates? and cups?" Kirishima whispered, trying to do so without letting Bakugou hear.

Bakugou smacked the back of Eijirou's head. "You didn't even have plates? Why the hell are you having a barbeque?!" Kirshima laughed nervously, holding his spatula up in surrender. "Move over. I'll cook the goddamn food." He snatched the spatula. "You didn't even prep the grill correctly, Shitty Hair. Fucking ridiculous."

"We better get those buns before Bakugou cooks Kirishima next," Y/N muttered, making her way down the patio stairs with a laughing Izuku. "Imma be honest with you, I've got no clue where the store is. You'll have to navigate me."

Y/N opened up the compartment on the back of the bike, pulling out an extra helmet and tossing it to him. "You ready, Mini Might?"

"Mini Might?" He squealed. "Why would you say that?"

"I dunno. You guys have a similar quirk," Y/N shrugged, turning the key and making the engine roar. "Hop on."

After twiddling his thumbs nervously, he climbed on behind her and slipped on his helmet to match. "Do you want me to, uh... my hands? What should I--" Midoriya hesitated.

"Just hold onto me," Y/N said, kicking off. Izuku yelped and wrapped his arms around her waist before he could second guess himself.

~~~

"Did you see that? Deku is getting some action!" Sero crowed, elbowing Kaminari to get his attention. He nodded at Y/N and Deku speeding away on the motorcycle.

"She's too much," Denki grumbled, trying not to look towards Jiro, who was sitting on the couch giggling with Momo about something.

"Woah, what? What happened with you guys?" Sero demanded. "Kirishima! Something happened with Y/N and Denki!"

Across the room, Kirishima gasped and vaulted over the picnic table where the girls were sitting to get to his boys. "Details. Now."

"Nothing happened! She's just-- it doesn't matter!" He said, almost spilling his drink as he waved his arms back and forth in a panic.

Bakugou smirked evilly. "Liar. I heard she took his measurements," he teased. "You big enough, Pikachu?" He flipped the patties with perfect precision.

"It was for gear!" Denki cried. "She's not-- it's not like that! You're the one who's been in her workshop with her, Bakugou."

Bakugou bristled at the accusation. "I don't give a fuck about that loser. I was just making sure she wasn't fucking up my gear," he snapped, pointing his spatula at Kaminari threateningly.

"She won't mess it up! Have you seen her other work? It's wonderful!" Ochaco gushed. "I heard she worked with Hawks!"

"What the hell? Are you serious?" Sero gawked. "I mean... I figured she'd be good, but I didn't think she'd be that good."

"I mean, she's in that workshop nonstop," Mina said matter-of-factly. "I don't think that girl sleeps."

"Oh, she does," Bakugou mumbled, thinking back to finding her knocked out on the worktable. "Not fucking enough though."

"Aww, you lookin' out for her Kat?" Kirishima said, putting his arm around the blonde.

"Fuck off. I just don't want her making shitty equiptment."

"Doesn't sound like that's something you'll have to worry about. That chick sacrifices sleep for her work. I could never," Kirishima sighed, letting out a big yawn.

~~~

The store was refreshing compared to the hot air outside. The pair sighed with relief at entering.

"Thanks for driving us here, Y/N. That was so neat!" He gushed.

"Dude, you literally fly around with your quirk. My bike is nothing compared to what you do on the daily."

"This is just as cool! I wish I had a bike."

Y/N laughed. "Well, I'm happy to give you a ride anytime. Do you know where the things are that we need?"

"Nope! Let's start looking," he said cheerfully, marching off in a random direction. Y/N struggled to keep up with his speedwalking.

"So... All Might actually told me I should talk to you," Y/N began, not quite sure how to phrase what she needed to say. "About, uh, my quirk. Or lack of, I guess."

"Oh," he said, slowing down to stay closer to her, wanting to listen more intently. "What's on your mind?"

"Well, he told me to talk to you about... still being a hero." She tried not to let her face get hot. "I know, it's dumb, it's--"

"No it's not!" He stopped walking and grabbed her shoulders, looking her straight in the eyes. "You can be a hero. I know you can. Having a quirk--or not having a quirk-- at the end of the day, it doesn't matter. Having a power is not what it's about." His hands dropped to his sides, clenched in fists. He looked away from her, suddenly appearing nervous. "I know it doesn't look like it, but I know how you feel." He continued walking down the isle of the grocery store, beckoning Y/N forward with him.

"Besides, you're a really talented engineer. Don't you like building?" He asked gently.

"I do enjoy it. But I think I miss the hands-on work too," Y/N admitted, picking up a bag of hamburger buns. "Maybe it's selfish to think that way. It shouldn't be about me."

Midoriya shook his head. "I don't think so. It's understandable." Further down the isle, he picked up some plastic plates and cups. "But... why don't you get back out there anyways?"

"Without a quirk? I feel like I'd be more of a liability than an asset."

"Well, without proper training, anyone would be a liability," he said. "Hey, why don't you make gear for yourself? With the right equipment, I don't think you'd even need a quirk!"

Y/N stilled, thinking on his words. It was technically possible, but would anyone even want her help? There was still a lot of stigma against quirkless individuals, Y/N had come to find, but... could she get away with it?

Besides, she was pretty sure she still wasn't allowed to get back on the field.

"Anyways, it's something to think about. Let's go check out. You want a candy bar?" He smiled at her, holding up two of his favorite treats. Y/N smiled and nodded at him.

After checking out, they put the groceries into Midoriya's backpack and mounted Y/N's bike once again. "Thank you, Midoriya," Y/N said, handing him his helmet. "This actually helped."

"Of course! That's what heroes do!" He beamed.

Chapter Text

The barbeque was the safest Y/N had felt in months. Being able to act like a normal person without the stress of power or expectations was like a weight was lifted from her shoulders. Her experience in the hospital felt worlds away, and it was nice. Like a breath of fresh air. It didn't plague her thoughts or push her into worry.

"I can't believe they haven't stopped this silly charade. It's been years," Momo sighed, looking at Sero and Kaminari. They were an hour deep into an argument that everyone else was tired of. From what Y/N could tell, it was well worn out. It was definitely not the first (or last) time the topic would be mentioned.

"I swear man, you've gotta believe me! I saw Aizawa smile at her. Like, a romantic smile. AFTER THEY LEFT THE TEACHER'S LOUNGE TOGETHER!" Denki yelled, pointing his fork at Sero as a piece of food fell off of it.

"There's no way in hell that Miss Joke would ever be able to get with him. That man is a brick wall. It would take--"

"A miracle. We get it," Jirou grumbled.

"Yeah, exactly. And last time I checked, they completely avoid each other in the halls."

"Because it would be too suspicious! I KNOW they're hooking up, they've gotta be!" Denki demanded, shoveling a bite into his mouth angrily.

"Also, Miss Joke's quirk is literally to make people laugh. Of course Aizawa smiled at her," Sero retorted.

"IT WASN'T HER QUIRK!" Denki was standing up at this point, hands in the air. "I know sexual tension when I see it!"

The group was laughing at him at this point. Kaminari regularly chose weird hills to die on.

"Enough of that. It's time to unleash the beast," Kirishima challenged, stretching his arms.

Y/N frowned, turning to Ochaco. "Unleash the beast?"

"It's a game we play. Basically a sparring game, but no quirks allowed," Ochaco replied. "It's actually pretty fun, as long as you're not going against--"

"Bring it on, fuckface. I still need to crush you for breaking my gauntlet," Bakugou growled, grabbing Kirishima's shirt and pulling him towards the empty patch of grass next to the patio.

"Against Bakugou," Ochaco finished with a sigh. "Because the loser swaps, it's pretty much the whole class against him, just taking turns." She took a sip from her tea (or juice?) and turned to Y/N. "I recommend not participating. I had bruises for weeks," she giggled. Y/N laughed with her.

Most of the girls chose not to get involved. They knew how it would end, and they'd done it a hundred times over. The matches tended to end so fast that you couldn't even learn anything from it. Instead, they swapped stories and finished up their drinks. Y/N felt much more comfortable doing that than trying to throw hands with the angry boy.

"So why come to Japan?" Momo asked, sipping her tea delicately.

"Uh, career opportunities mostly," Y/N lied. "Lots more heroes here than in America." She had pulled that statistic out of her ass and hoped that they wouldn't question it.

"Did you work for an agency before coming here?"

"Yeah, I did." This time she was able to tell the truth. "I really liked it there. But they had to discharge me for health reasons."

"Are you alright?" Ochaco asked gently.

Y/N nodded and faked a smile. "I'm mostly recovered at this point. Just a few more weeks and I'll be ship shape."

Ochaco gave her a sweet smile, tilting her head. "I'm glad to hear that!"

Y/N didn't really like talking about it, not when there was so much she was told to keep secret. She was glad that they didn't press her for more information.

"HEY! TINKERBELL!"

Y/N groaned and turned around, knowing exactly who was yelling at her.

"You owe me a fight," He said, a wicked grin on his face.

"What, from Super Smash Bros? That's cute, but--"

"What, you too chicken?" He let explosions fly from his hands, taunting her. "You can surrender now if you want. Just admit I'm better than you." Kirishima was panting on the ground next to him. It was a scary sight.

"You asshat," Y/N grumbled. "Fine." She set her drink aside and stood up. The boys whooped and cheered, but the girls exchanged nervous looks.

Y/N made her way over to the much-too-excited blonde and stretched her arms out in front of her. "Sorry ladies, this is probably going to be disappointing," she said to the girls. They gave her nervous smiles in response.

She turned to face Bakugou, who still had that massive grin on his face. He was really in his element in this kind of environment. The only other time she'd seen him like this was in his sparring match with Kirishima when his gauntlet broke. She suddenly realized the kind of position she was in, and knew that he fully had the power to kill her where she stood. She tried not to show her hesitation.

"START!" Iida yelled, blowing his whistle.

Bakugou came in fast with the first hit, his fist headed straight for her nose. Thank god she avoided it in time, moving to the side and trying to send an elbow into his head, but he was too quick. He ducked and swept her legs out from under her. She fell to the ground with a painful amount of force, but rolled over before he could pin her down.

From the ground, she kicked towards his stomach, but he grabbed her leg and flipped her onto her back. He climbed on and pushed his elbow against her back. "Yield, loser!"

"Fuck no," she panted, sending her heel careening into the small of his back. He grunted with the impact, getting distracted enough that she could roll over, but he stayed on top of her, grabbing her wrists and pinning them above her head.

"Yield!" He was more demanding this time. She could feel the heat of his breath on her neck, his body weight keeping her from fighting back. Y/N squirmed and struggled, trying with all of her might to break from his grasp, but realized it was futile. A sharp pain was growing on her hip-- oh no.

"Fine, fine! You win!" She panted.

Bakugou smirked at her, letting go of her and climbing to his feet. "There we go. About time."

Y/N rolled her eyes at him and sat up, leaning on her elbows, panting.

Suddenly, Bakugou paled. "What the fuck--?" He was looking at her torso.

She looked down and saw a pool of blood forming on her shirt. Fuck.

She quickly covered it up with her jacket, laughing nervously. "Whoops. Just a small scrape," she said, brushing off his concern. "I'll be back in a sec. Good win!" She stood up, suddenly feeling the sharp pain radiating from her skin, and tried to walk inside quickly without anyone seeing the splash of red, but Bakugou's eyes followed her in.

What the hell just happened?

Chapter Text

Once inside, she closed the door behind her and rushed to the kitchen sink, lifting up her shirt. Her stitches were ripped apart, and the gash that had once been healing nicely was now split open.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

She tried not to let the pain interfere with her train of thought, bending down and searching frantically through the drawers. She didn't even know what she was looking for. Something. Anything.

She heard the door open and she shot back up. Bakugou.

"I'm fine, go back outside," she ordered, turning away so he couldn't see.

"Shut up. What happened out there? Was that.. was that--"

"No, it's not from you. Don't worry about it. Just go back out."

"Stop saying that! Show me the damn cut."

"No! I don't fucking need you to--"

"Stop being so damn difficult! Show me before I kill you!" He roared, walking over to her.

Y/N knew she was losing this fight. He wasn't going to back down. She grimaced, giving in, and lifted her shirt enough to show the wound on her stomach.

Bakugou froze, staring. "You need to go to the hospital, like right fucking now."

"No, I don't. I can handle this."

"Don't be an idiot! You can't deal with that shit yourself. I'm calling an ambulance right now--"

"Don't you fucking dare--" She grabbed his arm as he stomped towards his phone on the couch. "Bakugou, I'm serious! Don't!"

"Shut the fuck up, you need real ass medical attention!" He snapped, pulling up his phone app to dial the number.

She raced over to him and grabbed his arm. "Please, don't!" At this point, Y/N was pleading.

"You're being a dumbass! What the hell is wrong with you?!"

"I hate the hospital!"

He paused, glaring at her, trying to read her expression. He didn't have much to work with; she was glaring right back at him. "Is that it? Don't be a baby." He turned back to his phone, but she snatched it from him. "You little--"

"Bakugou, I mean it. I can't go back there."

This time, he stopped. He examined her, realizing that she was shaking. She was trying to stand up to him, even though he had just beat the shit out of her. Suddenly that bit of guilt started building in his stomach again. "Do you even know how to fucking fix that up?" He asked, pointing at the gash.

She nodded quickly. "I can do it myself. Once I can get my damn hands under control, then--"

He shook his head. "Not good enough. You can't mess around with this shit. This is serious," he growled, pointing at her face.

Panic made her eyes grow wide again. "No, really, I can do it! I just need a minute."

"We don't have a minute. This is going to get really bad if you keep waiting, dumbass." He stood for a minute, thinking. He sighed angrily, then grabbed her wrist and stormed towards the bathroom.

Y/N didn't argue. She didn't dare speak up out of fear of angering him and making him change his mind.

The walked through the doorway of the bathroom. He crouched down, opening the drawers, clearly looking for something he had stashed. "Sit," he demanded, pointing at the toilet seat. Y/N listened, not wanting to make him even more upset. The pain was starting to make her dizzy, but she bit her tongue to keep herself grounded.

He whipped out a first aid kit and opened it, slamming the drawer shut. He pulled out a needle and thread, antiseptic, and some white med fabric. He shoved them into her hands. "You know what you're doing?" He asked, doubt in his voice.

She feigned confidence. "I got this shit in the bag," she lied, lifting her shirt and examining the damage. God, it looked really bad.

Bakugou felt his stomach turn, picking up his phone and dialing a number. Y/N looked up at him frantically, but he shook his head. Recovery girl, he mouthed. She sighed with relief.

The sound of Bakugou on the phone faded out as her ears rang. She cleaned the wound the best she could, wiping away excess blood and covering it with antiseptic. One by one, she started pulling out the ripped stitches, but she was starting to see white. She leaned on arm against the sink and she tried to keep her eyes focused.

Bakugou got off the phone and crouched on the floor next to her. "Jesus, Y/N. You're a fucking mess." Y/N wanted to be mad, but he was absolutely correct. This was an ugly sight.

"What, don't I look pretty?" She deadpanned, pulling out another stitch and gagging.

Bakugou grimaced. That really looked like it hurt. He sat on the ground, watching her, making sure the dumbass didn't pass out. "She's on her way. She'll be here in 20. Try not to do anything stupid before then," he grunted. Y/N didn't respond, too distracted by her current task.

Once the last of the ripped stitches were removed, Y/N picked up the needle and thread. She tried to thread it through, but her hands were slippery with blood and her vision was fading. "Dammit," she grumbled, getting visibly frustrated.

Bakugou tried to take it from her, but she pulled away. "Dammit, Y/N, I'm trying to fucking help," he growled. She paused for a moment before handing it to him.

She watched his steady hands thread the needle and tie a small knot to keep it in place. He was naturally much better at this, and she tried not to be embarassed about it. Without a scowl on his face, he looked much less threatening. He was about to hand the finished needle to her to start, but then stopped.

"Okay, absolutely not. You can barely sit up. Recovery Girl will do this shit."

"Well I don't really have a choice. I don't want to just leave this open," she retorted, pointing at the wound.

"Then apply pressure until she's here," he ordered, putting the needle and thread back in the kit. He sat back down on the floor against the wall, looking up at her. She was grimacing, pushing the white medical fabric on the gash. Her eyes closed, exhausted.

"I'm... sorry," Bakugou mumbled, forcing himself to say the words.

Y/N looked back at him. "Dude, this isn't your fault. I've had this for a while. Not a big deal."

"Just accept the apology, dumbass. This is partly on me, you fucking know that." He looked at his hands, uncomfortable with the vulnerability he just showed. "How did that shit happen in the first place?"

"It's really long and complicated." He still stared at her. "And boring," she added, trying to dissuade him. He kept staring. She rolled her eyes.

"It's from the damn fight where I lost my quirk. It was a month or two ago-- I don't really remember. Time around it is fuzzy and confusing, I guess. But this fucker--" she pointed to the wound, "--is pretty much why I lost my quirk. Made me useless. Couldn't fight back." Y/N got frustrated even thinking about it, closing her eyes again to ignore the pain. "If I'd been just a second faster, I'd still be a fucking hero. He wouldn't have gotten to me, we could've kicked his ass and ended it there. But I had to go and fuck it up."

Bakugou was silent, trying to process her words. "How did you lose your quirk though? How does that even happen?"

"A villian's quirk was to take other people's quirks away," she mumbled, "or something like that at least. Like I said, memory is fuzzy from then. They kept it under wraps, too."

"They wouldn't even tell you who did that to you?"

Y/N frowned. "I know his name, but I think they didn't want me talking about it, so they didn't tell me anything else. I mean, they took me off the case, so--"

"That's bullshit," he spat.

"Yeah. And I got discharged from the agency cause I couldn't do shit without my quirk."

Bakugou's blood was boiling at the story. They kicked her out after she lost her quirk? Fucking sadistic. "Aren't you an engineer or whatever though?"

"I guess so. That started before I lost my quirk though. I've always been building stuff, I think," she said, eyeing the callouses on her hand. "Some people wanted my help with their gear cause they liked the look of mine, so I did it. It wasn't ever my job until All Might--" she stopped herself, not sure of what she was allowed to say. "Until All Might hired me," she decided. Surely that was okay to speak of. "It was never the plan to be an engineer."

"Why come here?"

"All Might," she said simply. "He called, so I came. You don't exactly say no to him." Bakugou didn't argue with that.

Before the silence had the opportunity to become weird, Bakugou heard the door to the entrance open. "Stay here." He got up and left the room to get Recovery Girl.

Y/N didn't have to be told twice. The pain had been steadily growing since the rip, and now it was almost unbearable. She gritted her teeth and applied more pressure, not letting herself think about it too much; but it was becoming a lot. Her vision was coming and going, and her stomach was feeling queasier as the moments passed.

Recovery Girl walked in, sighing. "I thought I already dealt with this wound," she said, crossing her arms.

"You did, I just messed it up again," Y/N said apologetically.

"Alright, Bakugou, you can go. Thank you for taking care of Miss Y/N, but I can take it from here," she said, pulling out her own med kit.

Bakugou was hesitant. Of course he knew that Recovery Girl would be more qualified, but a small part of him felt like it was wrong to leave. Why? Guilt?

"It's all good man, I'll be fine. Thanks for the help," Y/N said. She smiled, trying to reassure him, but he walked away feeling just as bad.

She'll be fine. He knew she would.

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Bakugou struggled to get to sleep that night. That never happened.

He was always in bed by 8:30 (much to the complaints of his classmates) in order to get a healthy amount of sleep. Those idiots were usually running on 5 or 6 hours of rest, but he wasn't ever going to pull shit like that. If he was going to push himself to be the best, 5 hours wasn't going to cut it.

Tonight, though, he couldn't do it. His self control had never been compromised like this. All he could think about was Y/N's shitty experience, and how he had only brought up those shitty memories for her. That gross feeling in his gut had returned, and even his usually nighttime routine wasn't able to snap it out of him.

Y/N was tough. She could handle herself, she had made that clear as day. But that didn't stop him from feeling shitty about the fact that he opened that wound on her stomach. His nausea hit harder remembering how it looked, and seeing her pull those stitches out and fighting back tears--

No. She was fine. That girl had seen more action than him. She could handle anything that was thrown at her, he was sure of it. The horror of losing her quirk... Bakugou didn't want to think about it. Especially considering she had lost her chance at whatever the hell agency she worked at. And she was so young, an aspiring hero, doing what she could to help the–

NO. Enough. Fucking go to bed, Katsuki, he told himself, putting his pillow over his head in an attempt to silence his thoughts.

~~~

The next morning he woke up to a text on his phone from an unknown number.

UNKNOWN: I need to get your measurements today. Come to the workshop later

It had to be Y/N. He made a contact name for her before texting back.

BAKUGOU: How the hell did you get my number?

TINKERBELL: Kiri, duh

TINKERBELL: Don't be a baby just come in later

BAKUGOU: I'll be there in an hour. Stop texting me.

Unlike Kirishima, Y/N actually listened to him and didn't send any more messages; but it was probably more likely that was busy, not that she was listening. He sat up, groggier than he'd ever been. He felt like shit. How many hours had he even gotten? Five, maybe? He rubbed his eyes, not used to the feeling.

Once he arrived at UA, Bakugou made his way to Y/N's workshop. He could hear tools whirring, and not wanting to deal with a flashbang again, banged on the door a few times.

Y/N opened the door with goggles over her eyes. "Sit over there, gotta finish this up real fast." She pointed at the stool next to the worktable. She walked back over to her grinder, turning back on the deafening machine and cutting through something, sending sparks flying.

The volume made Bakugou's hair stand up and only enhanced the headache he had from sleep deprivation. "Can't you do that shit later?" he snapped.

"Nah. Wanna work while the metal is still hot," she said without turning away. One more bone-chilling sound later, she stepped away and took a deep breath, taking off her goggles. She turned to Bakugou and he had to keep from laughing at the ugly mark they left on her face. She opened a drawer and pulled out a flexible measuring tape. "Alright dude, hands out."

Bakugou didn't like her telling him what to do, but he scoffed and held his hands out anyway.

She measured his wrists, wrapping the thin fabric around him and then writing down the measurement onto her hand.

"Why are you writing on your hand?"

"Don't have paper near me. Stop wiggling." This time, she draped the measuring tape from his wrist to the top of his middle finger. Her fingers were brushing over his skin, and he didn't like the heat. Why was she so warm? "You've got big ass hands," she joked.

"They're fucking fine! You're the one with those ugly callouses," he snapped, jabbing his finger at the hardened skin on her palm.

She chuckled, examining her hands. "You're not wrong. You're the one with the baby soft hands here," she said, spinning his insult around and breaking his ego.

"Fuck off, Tinkerbell."

For the rest of the hand measurements, they remained silent as she worked. Bakugou watched her, in denial about his curiosity. He pretended not to look as she continued, her frustratingly warm hands poking and prodding his own. Nobody touched him for this long, not even Kirishima. That knot in his stomach came back.

"All right, torture is over. You're done," she said, standing up and brushing the metal dust off of her pants. "I'll finish up your gauntlets once I'm done with Kaminari's belt."

"What? Why the hell are you working on his shit first? I came to you before he did," he argued. His hand tingled where she had touched him. He clenched his fist in discomfort.

"He already told me everything about his quirk. You haven't," she argued. "Granted, it was more than I needed, that kid loves to talk--"

"What, when you made him pop a boner?" Bakugou teased. "Are you doing his first cause he's got a fucking hard on for you?"

"Why were you looking at Denki's dick, huh? Maybe you're the one who's got a crush," she spat back.

"He practically ran into me with it! Don't change the subject," he snapped. "You're doing his shit first cause he likes you. Admit it."

"He doesn't like me, he likes--someone else. I'm not supposed to say," she said, hesitating.

"Sure," Bakugou snarled.

"I'm not a liar! I was teasing him about his crush and he popped one. Stop making it weird." Y/N was getting angry. He hadn't ever seen her like this; it was kind of funny.

"Mhm. So why haven't you started on my gear yet?"

"You still haven't fucking told me how your quirk works, dumbass!" Her fists were clenched now. Bakugou fought back a smile at how funny this was getting.

"Ask me anything, Tinkerbell. What do you have to know to get this shit started?" He asked, crossing his arms.

Y/N sighed, frustrated, and sat down. "Fine. How does your quirk work?"

"I sweat nitroglycerin, then light it with my quirk," he said, holding his hand out and demonstrating. Sparks popped in his palm. "It's not fucking complicated."

"So in theory you could make crazy explosions from your armpits?"

"You're fucking disgusting. It's just my palms."

"Noted. Won't make you armpit gear then," she joked, and he glared at her. She liked making him mad just as much as he liked making her mad, he realized. "Do you ever, like, run out?"

"Never," he said proudly.

"So you've constantly got sweaty ass hands then," she teased, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, and my sweaty ass hands can kill you faster than you can blink, smartass," he snapped.

Y/N laughed. She looked a lot better when she laughed.

"Did Recovery Girl fix your ugly stomach?"

"Yup, back to being the regular amount of ugly," she said, lifting her shirt and showing off the cut. It was almost completely healed now, but the stitches remained intact to finish the process.

"Thank god," he grunted. "That was fucking gnarly."

"I'm pretty metal," she joked, pulling her shirt back down. "Better head to class, Kat, you're gonna be late."

"Don't call me Kat," He growled, before whipping his head to the clock on the wall. Class was starting in two minutes. He'd never lost track of time like that. How did that happen? "Fuck. If I get detention I'm blaming you," he grumbled, storming out of the room.

Y/N snickered as he left, heading back to her drawing board.

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"CHECK THIS SHIT OUT!" Kaminari strutted through the door of classroom 3-A, a proud smile on his face as his peers turned to him. He was pointing towards his new belt; it was made from flexible black material and had metal plating every few inches with yellow accents. "Just got it today!"

"I mean it looks nice, but what does it do?" Sero asked, bending down to inspect.

"It collects my electricity passively. It can store up to 5 million watts, and I can use it without short circuiting," he bragged, holding his arms up and turning left and right to show it off. "These metal plates are high-conduction batteries. Y/N totally killed it."

The equipment did look nice, and if functioned the way Denki said, Bakugou had a lot to look forward to-- but he didn't want to get his hopes up. He still didn't know what Y/N had planned for him, after all. He pulled out his phone to text her.

BAKUGOU: Now that Pikachu's belt is done, my shit better be next.

A phone notification sounded from the back of the room. Bakugou whipped around in bewilderment to see Y/N at the back of the room, blowing bubbles with some American brand bubblegum as she read the text he sent. He scoffed. "The fuck are you doing here?"

She popped her bubble and shrugged. "You know as well as me. Aizawa told me to sit in this period."

The conversation was cut short when Aizawa entered the room. "Sit down, class, I've got an announcement," he deadpanned, standing at the front of the room with his hands in his pockets. Once Kaminari and Sero were back at their desks, he started again.

"In two weeks, UA is going to be hosting a recruiting event for third years," he said. "That means you guys." Kirishima started whispering something, but Aizawa shot him a look and he quieted down. "Agencies from all over the world, including America and Europe, are going to be attending to recruit you."

After that, it was more difficult for Aizawa to keep the class quiet. Excitement rippled through the room and the students were gushing to plan.

"Will it be formal attire?" Yaoyorozu asked, raising her hand.

"That's the other thing. You'll be required to wear your hero costumes and address each other by your hero names. It's absolutely crucial that you do so. This is why I called Y/N in for this lecture," he said, nodding in her direction. "If any of you are in need of new equipment, enlist her help as soon as you can. She'll likely be very busy helping everybody, so I recommend negotiating with her sooner rather than later." Y/N gave the class a lazy salute. "Now, any questions?"

~~~

After Aizawa's announcement, Y/N was excused to her workshop to continue her tasks. Bakugou's gauntlets were one of the more difficult pieces she had worked on. While before she had excelled in small gadgets, she was now having to challenge herself in making more complex pieces.

She had finished up the blueprint and was now in the process of getting the right materials. She had to be careful in her choices. Bakugou was a reckless individual, always taking the offensive; as such, she had to make these gauntlets seriously durable. Bakugou-proof, she thought. After doing extensive research, she landed on tungsten. It had a ridiculously high melting point, which should keep him from warping the material, and it should keep his body heat insulated enough to draw more sweat from his hands.

Her phone buzzed, interrupting her train of though.

BAKUGOU: Answer me, fuckface.

Y/N: God you're impatient. I ordered the materials I need, they should be here in a few days.

BAKUGOU: Why didn't Kaminari's take this fucking long?

Y/N: His materials are hella easy to get. You're high maintenance dumbass

BAKUGOU: This shit better be worth it

Her phone started ringing, so she picked up apprehensively. "Yeah?"

"Hey girl, it's Mina! I got the pool reserved for the gang later. You in or what?"

"I dunno, Bakugou's been on my ass about his gear. I should probably keep working," she sighed.

"He's on everyone's ass about everything. Don't let him get to you, sis. You deserve breaks like the rest of us." She had a point.

"Alright, I'll come," she resigned. "When are we meeting up?"

"Hell yeah! We're starting right after school. Bring a towel and sunscreen. Skin cancer isn't cute. See you later girly!" Click.

Y/N sighed and looked back at the worktable with her blueprints, mulling over the plans. She always did what she could to make the highest quality equipment, but she knew Bakugou had high standards. Part of her was getting nervous. What if he didn't like it? She realized that the desire to impress him was growing the longer she knew him.

It was hard not to want Bakugou's respect. With his academic and physical prowess, he had made a distinct name for himself. He held everybody to the same standards he held himself. If his gear didn't meet his expectations, Y/N wasn't sure she'd be able to come back from that kind of disappointment. But if he did like it... well, that could be a big win for her career, especially if he was going to be the #1 hero like he claimed.

Bakugou was strong, not just physically, but mentally. She was pretty sure he had no weaknesses. He faced every fight with a grin and knew exactly what he was doing. How often do you meet people like that? He was pretty good looking too.

Why does that matter?

Her thoughts were interrupted by the door swinging open and slamming against the wall. Speak of the devil. "What did I tell you about knocking?" she scorned.

"Shut up. I want to see the plans," Bakugou demanded, walking over to the table and scanning for what he came for. He found the blueprints and snatched them up, studying them intently.

"Hey! That's my only copy, if you fuck it up with your damn--"

"Calm down, I'm just looking!" He snapped. Y/N rolled her eyes and walked to his side to look at the plan with him. She tried to push down the knot of anticipation in her throat. Please like it.

"Well?"

"Tungsten?" He asked, looking down at her.

"It's got the highest melting point. Should keep you from burning them up. You need something that can keep up with your heat," she said, jabbing his palm. Bakugou subconciously puffed his chest out at the unintentional compliment.

"You think it can keep up?"

"It should. And once I attach it to the battery, it should keep your hands warm--"

"I don't need a fucking hand warmer."

"I know you don't need it," she said, snatching the plans back from his grip. "I'm just trying to make you stronger."

"Trust me, Tinkerbell, I'm the strongest I can be."

Y/N sat back down with the plans, taking the pencil from behind her ear and chewing on the eraser. Her confident demeaner was crumbling. She looked nervous, glancing at him quickly.

Bakugou watched her, curious what she was thinking. He did like the blueprints she had drawn, and if they came out like she planned, he knew they would last him for a really long time. "What's got you so wound up?"

"Nothing. I just... want you to like it, that's all. Fuck off." She was beginning to look flushed, and she continued to bite down on her pencil, her other hand clenched.

He wanted to reassure her, let her know that she didn't have to be so damn stressed. He'd seen her work before. If she really had worked with Hawks, she had to be good.

Without thinking, he pulled the pencil from her mouth and set it down. "Bad for your teeth," he grumbled, standing up and walking out.

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SHITTY HAIR: Bakubro come out and swim with us, you're missing that party!!!

BAKUGOU: No.

SHITTY HAIR: C'monnnn Hanta brought that soda you like

SHITTY HAIR: I'm gonna drink it all if you don't come out

BAKUGOU: I don't care.

SHITTY HAIR: You owe me bro, get your ass out here

BAKUGOU: Like hell I do. for what?

SHITTY HAIR: You used my first aid kit :)))))

BAKUGOU: Fuck you.

SHITTY HAIR: See you in a bit!!!

Bakugou groaned. Kirishima knew that he hated not being even. He had only just gotten back to his dorm room. He was fully planning on getting his favorite spicy ramen for the weekend, but it seemed like Shitty Hair had other plans for him. Did he even have a swimsuit?

He dug through his drawers and closet until he finally found the black swim trunks Kirishima had given him years ago. Maybe he could show up for an hour or so and then leave. He had better things to do than waste time with those extras. After getting changed, he quickly sprayed on some expired sunscreen and grabbed his towel.

He could hear shrieking and laughing before he even walked through the gate. The sun was frustratingly hot, and the noise wasn't making him feel any better. He angrily threw his bag down next to a lounge chair and took off his shirt.

"Damn, Katsuki! Looking swole!" Kirishima crowed.

Bakugou felt a splash of cold water hit his back. He whipped around, chills sweeping through his body from the temperature. "HEY!" He barked.

Y/N was on Kirishima's shoulders, laughing. Across from her, Jirou was on top of a blushing Denki, who looked too overwhelmed by her presence on his shoulders to function. The two pairs faced each other, clearly preparing for a round of chicken. They had splashed him without even noticing.

"GO!" Sero yelled, and the two towers moved towards each other, grasping hands and trying their hardest to push the other off their support.

"Kami, hold still!" Jirou yelled, jabbing him with her foot. Big mistake. Kaminari reeled at the contact and Y/N got the upper hand, pushing hard enough to ruin Jirou's balance. Their opponents splashed into the water.

Kirishima and Y/N whooped and cheered. Eijirou ducked under the water so she could climb off his shoulders. When he resurfaced, he put his arm around her shoulder and whispered something in her ear. Bakugou's stomach tightened.

For the first time, Katsuki realized Y/N's body was riddled with scars. The faded red marks were scattered across her back and arms, and she even had a few on her neck and jaw. How had he not noticed that before? It made sense, considering she had been out in the field longer than he had-- but he felt weird noticing it.

"Bakugou!" Y/N called, shaking him out of his thoughts. "Can you put this on my chair for me please?" She tilted her head, eyes sparking up at him. She was acting odd.

Scowling, Bakugou made his way over to the girl. She had something in her fist, holding it out to him. He put his hand underneath hers, and before he could protest, her hand was wrapped around his wrist. "Wha--"

Too late.

Y/N yanked, hard, and Bakugou wasn't prepared enough to stop himself from being launched into the pool. The cold water engulfed him, making his body light up in shock. Once he found his footing, he shot back out of the water, absolutely seething with anger.

Y/N and Kirishima were laughing their asses off, and Bakugou connected the dots. That's what they had been whispering about. Kirishima saw Bakugou's fury and quickly pushed Y/N's shoulder. "You better get out of here," he rushed, trying to hoist her up out of the pool. Luckily she climbed out right before Bakugou's hand shot out to grab her.

"YOU FUCKER! YOU'RE DEAD!" He roared, climbing after her. Bakugou was storming towards her, and in that instant she realized she probably was going to die. Before she could get away, she yelped as he grabbed her around the waist with one arm and with the other set off a massive explosion that sent them hurdling towards the top of the building. Their peers gasped as they watched them rocket into the air.

Bakugou was holding her bridal style on top of the roof of the pool building, making an aggressive landing, both of them soaking wet. "Fuck, Bakugou, don't you dare--"

"You fucking asked for this," he snarled, holding her tighter as she tried to squirm out of his grip. "Apologize!"

"No," she spat back, which only added fuel to the flames.

"You realize we're fifty feet up, and I'm about to throw you in. You sure you don't want to rethink that, dipshit?" His voice was deep and threatening. They were both panting, but Bakugou was clearly the one in control.

For a moment, Bakugou realized the situation he had put himself in. Y/N was pressed against his bare chest with hardly any clothing. Was she wearing a bikini? She was surprisingly warm, and her wet skin was sparkling under the unrelenting sun. In a moment of confusion he almost set her down to avoid thinking about it longer, but snapped out of it and his anger rushed back, ignoring the pounding in his chest. "Trust me, Tinkerbell, this height will hurt," he challenged.

She peeked over the edge, and Bakugou watched her evaluating the situation as she bit her lip. He was pretty sure he was winning this, until she turned back to him with an evil look in her eye.

She wrapped her bare arms around his neck as he stared at her, trying to figure out what was happening. What the hell is she doing? Her face was getting closer to his and he started to panic at the lack of space between them. He could feel her breath on his face, and the distance was only getting smaller. His brain short circuited and he held his breath, but then she yanked him backwards off the building and it made sense again. She had been winding up to pull him over with her, not leaning in to--

They hit the water with a painful splash, the rest of their friends cackling at Y/N's victory. In that moment of silence under the water, Bakugou tried to process what had happened. He came up out of the water much later than Y/N, shaking the water from his hair and turning to glare at her.

"Your move dude," she said, that snarky attitude back in full force; but Bakugou was too light headed to argue.

"Whatever," he snapped, climbing out of the pool and going over to his towel. "I have shit to do."

Kirishima looked at Y/N in bewilderment once Katsuki was out of earshot. "What happened? I've never seen him back down like that," he asked, watching as Bakugou toweled off and walked inside.

Y/N looked equally as confused. "I... I'm not sure. I thought we were having fun."

~~~

Bakugou tried to calm himself down in the warm water of the showers. What the fuck happened back there? Did Y/N do that to him intentionally? No. No, she hadn't. He could tell from the innocent look on her face when she resurfaced from the water. In his mind, Bakugou saw it again; her wrapping her arms around him, leaning in, their faces only inches apart--

No. she hadn't done it on purpose. She had only done it to get enough forward momentum to shoot them back... right?

His neck tingled where she had wrapped her arms around him. He could still feel her body against his chest, his hands burning from where he held her. He shook his head, trying to ignore the odd sensations, but felt a different sensation lower on his body.

Fuck.

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Bakugou woke up the next day ignoring the events from the day before. He was sick of getting those damn stomachaches. It was Saturday, and he wasn't going to let himself drown in confusion again. Confusion. That's what it was.

He still woke up at 6:00 AM. Bakugou liked feeling ahead of everybody, and one way to do that was wake up first. He enjoyed the solitude, too. The kitchen was empty this early and he actually got some damn peace and quiet. Well, he usually did.

A loud crash sounded from the living area and Bakugou rolled his eyes in frustration. So much for that morning alone time. He stretched away that groggy feeling and walked out of his dorm room, going to investigate the noise. No one else was ever up this early; he had a bad feeling about it. He definitely wasn't expecting what he saw.

Y/N was in the kitchen, a bowl of batter in one hand and a frying pan on the floor in front of her. Bakugou made eye contact and gave her a what the fuck are you doing look, and she sighed in frustration. "I know, I know this looks bad, but I swear I know how to cook--" she almost dropped the glass bowl she was holding but got her balance back at the last second. "You put eggs in pancake batter, right? I'm pretty sure I remember eggs go in pancake batter." Her question didn't seem to be directed at him, but to whatever God she seemed to be praying to.

Bakugou scoffed at her. He picked up the frying pan and set it on the burner. "Why are you making pancakes when you clearly don't know how to make pancakes?" He asked, crossing his arms at her.

"I do!" She protested, setting the glass bowl down on the counter next to her and stirring it quickly. "Or... I did, I guess. I don't remember the exact ingredients... or how much... but I'll figure it out. Shouldn't be that hard. I build fucking machines every day, I should be able to handle pancakes."

"You sure, Tinkerbell? Cause I'm pretty sure pancake batter isn't supposed to make dough," he deadpanned. "What the hell did you put in this?"

"Um... eggs and flour, so far, but I was gonna add other stuff--"

Bakugou couldn't help it. He laughed. Y/N stared in bewilderment at the sound. She was pretty sure she'd never heard him genuinely laugh before, but... she liked it. His powerful, dominating aura faded away and he seemed gentle. Her cheeks felt warm watching him. It took a moment for her to snap out of it and remember that he was laughing at her. "I'm doing my best, you dick!" She shoved his shoulder, but he didn't stop laughing. "It's harder than it looks!"

When he finished laughing, he walked over to the pantry and grabbed several more ingredients. "Pancakes are one of the easiest recipes in the damn book," he bragged, a smile still on his face. "The only problem is you're missing, like, half the fucking recipe."

"Then tell me how to do it!" She snapped, face flushed.

Bakugou snatched the bowl of batter from her. "I mean, if you were trying to make flatbread, you were doing fucking awesome," he joked, rolling his eyes. He started adding ingredients to her abomination. He added a bit of flour, some sugar, vanilla, and baking powder. Y/N only watched, knowing that if she interfered then it would likely go to disaster again. He worked with relentless speed and precision.

"I didn't peg you for a baker," Y/N said.

"It's not that fucking hard," he snapped. "You're just shit at it." After mixing the batter, he greased the pan with butter and poured a perfect circle of batter onto it. The pan sizzled and a mouth watering smell started filling the kitchen as he cooked.

"Woah, that smells good," Y/N gasped, sticking her finger in the batter and licking it.

"What the fuck? Don't be gross!" He spat, using his foot to nudge her away as he flipped the pancake. "You're gonna get salmonella, dumbass."

"Katsuki, I've been eating cookie dough all my life and haven't once gotten salmonella. I'm immune."

"Like hell you are. Get your hands outta my batter."

Y/N giggled at his anger. In only a few minutes he had taken full control of the situation, limiting her to a barstool.

"Woah, you guys makin' pancakes? I want some!" Y/N turned and saw a shirtless Kaminari with some bangin bedhead.

"Fuck off, extra," Bakugou barked, but Y/N elbowed him.

"Sure dude, he'll make you some," she said, grabbing the bowl of batter and starting to add more ingredients.

"Oi! Don't fuck with it, you'll ruin it," Bakugou ordered.

Y/N rolled her eyes. "Fine, then swap me. I'll flip pancakes." Bakugou hesitated, looking at the spatula and up at her. Y/N's jaw dropped, offended. "Okay, I may not be great at making the batter, but I can flip a fucking pancake, Kat," she growled, grabbing the spatula and shoving him over before he could protest.

He grumbled something under his breath, but made his way over to the batter to make more.

"Yooo! Pancakes!" Now it was Kirishima, also with amazing bedhead. "Can you make me some too?"

Bakugou sighed in frustration. "Just go wake up the whole fucking class, why don't you?" He snapped.

"Hey, good idea!" Kirishima beamed, not realizing Bakugou was being sarcastic. Y/N laughed as Kirishima dashed down the hall, knocking on doors and inviting people out for breakfast.

"This is fucking ridiculous. I'm not their chef," Bakugou said, clearly not planning on stopping. Despite his verbal complaints, he continued putting his all into the batter. Y/N hid a smile from him. He liked to pretend to not care about his friends, but she could tell he loved them. He was just really bad at showing it; or maybe he was good at it, considering he was making them all breakfast.

One by one, their friends made their way to the dining room, eagerly awaiting the sweet smelling pancakes the two were making. Y/N was having a blast, and even Bakugou didn't look as angry as usual. Uraraka joined them in the kitchen temporarily, pulling out syrup and powdered sugar. She cut some strawberries and bananas and put them in a bowl for toppings, taking the back to the dining table.

Once the batter was made, Bakugou handed it to Y/N and started plating the complete pancakes. They smelled absolutely divine. He walked around the table, passing everybody a plate. The gang showered him with thanks and praise, and he grumbled and brushed it off, telling them to be quiet. "It's not a big deal. Just fucking eat."

Once everybody had their helpings, Y/N handed Bakugou a plate. He took it gladly, having worked up a hell of an appetite serving everybody else. When he went to thank her, he noticed batter on her cheek. He rolled his eyes and, without thinking, used his thumb to gently wipe it off her face.

Y/N looked up at him as he licked the batter off his thumb, not breaking eye contact. She felt her body heat up watching him, but broke the silence. "You're gonna get salmonella," she mocked, poking him with the spatula.

He scoffed, breaking eye contact, and went to sit down at the table next to Kirishima, who clapped him on the back and thanked him for the food, leaving Y/N with a pounding chest and a red face.

Y/N used the last of the batter to make her own pancakes, then joined them at the table. It was a beautiful morning, and she couldn't remember the last time she felt this at home. She looked up at Bakugou, who stared for a minute before turning away with a hint of red in his cheeks. She looked down and smiled, taking another bite.

He looked handsome when he wasn't so angry.

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TINKERBELL: Your fancy ass material is shipping in today, so it'll only be a few more days

TINKERBELL: Oh also you should send me your pancake recipe

TINKERBELL: It's for a friend not for me, I know how to make pancakes

Bakugou snickered at the texts Y/N had sent him that morning as he walked out of the dorm building, but was interrupted by the woman herself making far too much noise on the street. She was hunched over next to her motorcycle, clearly trying to attach some kind of cardboard box to the back. Once again, he was astounded at her pure lack of common sense. "You can't tape a box to a motorcycle, Tinkerbell," he shouted. 

She turned to look at who had yelled at her, then scowled. "I don't really have other choices, Kacchan," she retorted, turning back to the box and wrapping another layer of duct tape around her makeshift contraption. Bakugou bristled at the stupid nickname.

"Don't call me that," he snapped. "Where did you hear that nickname?"

"Midoriya, duh!" Y/N called without looking up. "I didn't know you guys were childhood friends. That's pretty cute dude!"

"We aren't friends," he argued. "And you're gonna kill somebody if you ride on the road with that stupid thing."

"Then come with me, and make sure I don't kill someone. You're a hero, right?" She challenged, tossing him her extra helmet. He gaped at her.

"Absolutely the fuck not. I am not letting you end my life on that shitty bike."

"She's not shitty. She's been with me for years, and she's in perfect condition," she beamed, slapping the side of it. "I didn't think the great Katsuki Bakugou would be scared of a little motorcycle," she teased, climbing on.

"I'm not. Fuck you." He shoved the helmet over his head and climbed on behind her. "If I die on here, I'm bringing you with me," he growled, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Good boy. Hold on tight."

Before he could yell at her for calling him that, she was kicking off and the torque of the bike was increasing, sending them off down the street. Bakugou knew then that he hated motorcycles.

He wasn't scared, he just... didn't like not being in control. And Y/N was not a pleasant driver. She was going way too fast for his liking, and he found himself clinging on tighter and tighter every turn she made. It was only supposed to be a 5 minute drive, right? He decided to stare at the back of Y/N's helmet to distract himself. 

Holding onto her waist confused him. Half of him wanted to let go and let himself die on the road, but the other half of him wanted to hold on tighter and bury himself deeper into her oddly comforting presence. Against the loud sound of the engine and the sharp turns, she provided a stability he couldn't describe.

And she smells nice, too. Like coffee and sunscreen.

To stop himself from thinking too hard about it, he decided to yell at her. "Why are you taking the damn bike anyway? It's a five minute walk, you lazy ass!" He shouted over the wind.

"I'm not strong enough to lift that box all the way there!"

"Why didn't you say that sooner?! I would've fucking carried it for you, dipshit!"

"Too late for that," she laughed, pulling into the small area for bikes next to the entrance of the main UA building. 

Bakugou quickly let go, realizing how tightly he had been gripping her, and took off his helmet. "You're a shitty driver."

"No, you're just a baby," she said, bending down next to the box taped onto the back. "See? It worked! No one died. Now I just gotta..." she pulled out a small pocketknife, slicing through the duct tape and lifting up the box with a grunt. "See? I couldn't have lifted this thing that far, I can barely hold it now." Her voice was strained as she struggled not to drop the heavy thing.

Bakugou rolled his eyes and grabbed it from her. Y/N was right, it was heavy, but he lifted shit like this on the daily for his workouts. "And you called me the baby?" he teased, walking into the building with ease. Y/N's face felt warm seeing his muscles flexing under his shirt.

When they walked in through the front doors, Uraraka spotted Y/N and gasped, dashing over to her. "Y/N! There's a gift for you in your workshop!" 

"A gift?" Y/N asked, clearly confused. "From who?"

"I shouldn't say, I don't want to ruin the surprise," Uraraka squeaked, holding a finger to her lips. "But I wanna know what it is so bad! Come see me at lunch, okay?" She gave Y/N's hand a reassuring squeeze before heading down the hallway.

"I have a bad feeling about this," Y/N muttered, walking faster now. Bakugou kept up the pace, his mind racing at who left her a gift. Does Y/N have a boyfriend? Or an admirer?

Y/N reached the door and threw it open quickly, rushing inside to see the supposed 'gift.' She flicked on the lights and turned to the table. "Oh god," she grumbled. 

Bakugou followed behind her and set the box down on the floor, looking up to see what she was upset about. On top of her work table was an enormous yellow box with a satin red bow tied on top of it. It was clearly a lavish gift, and Katsuki felt his stomach turn, not knowing why.

"Jesus, Y/N," Bakugou mocked. "And you think I'm high maintenance?"

Y/N clearly wasn't listening, something overwhelming clouding her thoughts. She rarely looked this serious-- she was nearly always making things lighthearted, but she walked over to the table with a solemn expression on her face. It only added to Bakugou's confusion.

She set her bag down and reached to untie the bow on the top of the over-the-top present. When she did, the sides of the box drifted down and revealed a massive, intricate machine that Bakugou couldn't identify. "The hell is that?"

"It's a 3D printer," Y/N said. "I... can use this to help me make gear. Should make my job easier by a lot." She wasn't moving, wasn't smiling, wasn't breathing.

"Then why do you seem so pissed? Shouldn't that be a fucking good thing?"

"It is," She replied, lifting up one side of the box to reveal a golden card. "It's complicated."

"Try me."

Y/N bit her lip, deciding if she should tell him. "It's from my old agency. Y'know, the one that let me go."

Bakugou's brow tightened into a glare. "Seriously?" He could feel his anger rising. "They had the fucking nerve to reach out to you?" 

"If he has anything, it's nerve," Y/N grumbled, crumbling up the golden card and tossing it into the trash.

"He?"

"Keig--" Y/N stopped herself. "Hawks."

She used to work for Hawks?

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The rest of the day, Y/N's phone was blowing up. 

She tried to ignore it, she really did-- but because the gushing about Hawks was mixed in with gear requests, she had to read through it. When she wasn't reading through the endless texts from her classmates, she tried to get her new printer set up. She wasn't happy to be using something Hawks had given her, but dammit, it was going to be really useful. Especially for something as intricate as Bakugou's gauntlets.

Bakugou hadn't said anything when she mentioned Hawks. Weirdly enough, he walked out of the workshop without saying a word-- he just had a strange look on his face that she couldn't read. He was always hard to read, but especially now. It made her chest ache a little to see him leave, worried that she had somehow upset him. If Hawks was going to fuck with her friendships, she would be livid.

Y/N groaned and put her face in her hands. She wanted to get away from this in Japan. Granted, she would be closer the Hawks Agency, but because she already blocked his number she had hoped she was rid of the whole situation. Thinking about it only made her more upset. Images of Keigo flashed in her mind; memories of skin, heat, heavy breathing... feeling oh so g--

No. He had fired her. He had fired her when she was injured and grieving, not even giving her the courtesy of a phone call.

Speaking of, her phone started ringing. She was scared to look at it, for a moment fearing it would be Hawks himself. When she saw it was Uraraka, she sighed with relief and picked up the phone quickly. 

"Uraraka," she said, her voice cracking. Why was her voice cracking?  "Can I talk to you tonight? I think I need some help."

"Of course! Is this about earlier today? I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have assumed that he was..." Y/N heard other voices on the line.  "Is it okay if the other girls come too? We're worried about you."

Hearing Uraraka's sweet voice helped pull Y/N out of the spiral. "Of course. That'll be nice. I have to finish something up first, but do you guys wanna come to my room at like 8 PM?"

"Absolutely. We'll bring snacks and pajamas. Stay safe, okay?"

"I will. Thanks babe." She heard Ochaco hang up. Y/N was already feeling loads better. Her heart felt warm and she almost teared up thinking about how grateful she was. God, it was nice to have friends.

~~~

Bakugou was absolutely sick of hearing about Hawks. 

He had apparently shown up early that morning with that gift for Y/N. All Might, with all of his good intentions, led Hawks into her workshop and let him set up the gift, thinking nothing of it. The #2 hero, however, was not one to visit places quietly. He gave autographs, took photos, and chatted with the third year girls-- but had left shortly before him and Y/N had arrived, thank God.

All morning in class, his peers were gushing about how they'd met number 2. Deku especially was having a heart attack over it, which only pissed Bakugou off more. Knowing what Hawks had done to Y/N, his image of the man was ruined. Rather than being an opposition that Katsuki respected, he now loathed the man.

And he didn't like that Hawks brought Y/N a gift.

For some reason, the idea of Hawks talking to Y/N made his jaw hurt. He couldn't help but wonder if the two of them had been more than just coworkers. Did coworkers send each other lavish gifts with golden letters? Hawks was known for being a lady's man; had Y/N been one of those ladies? A man that attractive could surely win over someone like her, even though he didn't deserve her.

An image played in his head of Y/N and Hawks in bed together, him doing things to her that made her squirm and cry out, knowing more about Y/N than Bakugou did. A hot shiver shot down his spine. Would she have liked it? Did he know how to make her--

The smell of smoke shook him from his thoughts, and he realized that he had burned his desk. He pulled his hand back in shock. He growled under his breath and tried to distract himself by browsing on his phone. Checking the news, the first headline read: #2 HERO HAWKS MAKES A SURPRISE APPREANCE AT UA!

Jesus Christ.

Bakugou powered through the rest of the day, trying to focus on class lectures. Whenever he was close to forgetting about it, someone would start gushing about Hawks. Why did it bother him so much? 

~~~

"Thanks guys," Y/N said sheepishly.

Back in her dorm room, the girls had brought pillows and treats to comfort their friend. The room was warm and smelled of sweet perfume. It was the first time Y/N had felt truly comfortable in her new room.

"Tell us everything," Uraraka said, handing Y/N a cup of warm milk and honey. Y/N took a sip and the comfort flooded through her mouth. The heat spread throughout her body, leaving her feeling relaxed. 

"You guys promise you won't tell anyone about this?" 

The girls nodded fiercely. "Our lips are sealed!"

"Well, I used to work for Hawks' agency," Y/N said apprehensively. 

"But the Hawks Agency is stationed in Japan," Momo questioned. "How did that work in America?"

"I was a remote hero. Before I lost my quirk, I had one... similar to his, so he recruited me." Y/N took another tip of the warm drink Uraraka had given her. "We only spoke on phone calls for a while, or over email, but occasionally Hawks would come to America for certain missions." After a moment she looked back up at them. "And we... kind of hooked up. A couple of times, actually."

"WHAT?!" Mina shrieked. "With HAWKS?!"  

"Shush Mina! You know the boys love to eaves drop," Jiro warned, putting a finger over Mina's lips. 

"So his gift today... was he saying he wants to hook up again?" Uraraka asked, eyes glistening as she leaning in, waiting excitedly for her answer. 

"Well, remember how I lost my quirk? Yeah. Hawks fired me."

"Hawks did WHAT?!" Mina roared, standing up. "THAT MOTHERFU--" Jiro grabbed Mina and pulled her back to the ground, shushing her again. 

"I thought you were let go," Momo said sadly.

"Is there much of a difference?" Jiro muttered. "It's still a really shitty thing to do." Tsu nodded in agreement.

"He didn't even tell me himself. He had someone else do it. Fucking coward," Y/N snarled, swirling her drink around a bit. "We haven't spoken since that happened, and then today, he shows up and gives me some expensive gift. I don't know what I'm supposed to feel. I just feel mad and confused."

"It doesn't matter what your relationship was. It's bad form to fire someone when they were injured in a situation you put them in," Momo said softly, shaking her head. 

"But... I think one of the bigger reasons I'm upset is that Bakugou started acting weird when I mentioned this," Y/N confessed. "I thought we were becoming good friends, and then suddenly he--"

"Friends? Or something else?" Mina questioned. "Listen girl, nobody has ever gotten Bakugou to act the way he does around you. I think he's got a crush on you."

"No way!" Y/N cried. "There's no fucking way he feels that way about me, I don't--"

"Are you kidding?" Uraraka interrupted. "Do you remember at the pool when he grabbed you and held you bridal style?"

"Yeah, to throw me in!"

"Whatever the reason, Bakugou doesn't touch people. He's got serious issues with physical touch. He only ever comes into contact with people when fighting," Jiro argued. "Let alone people who are half naked. I saw him checking you out when you were on the roof."

"We're friends,"  Y/N protested. "That's why I'm upset. I'm worried this whole thing is going to ruin our friendship--"

"Hold up...YOU LIKE HIM TOO!" Mina squealed. The other girls gasped and giggled.

"No! Absolutely not! I mean he's hot, sure, but... he's stubborn, a-and frustrating and grumpy... and I'm pretty sure what happened with the pancake batter was totally platonic--"

"Oh my god Y/N. You've got a crush," Uraraka laughed.

Y/N paused for a moment. She did like when he was around. He was stabilizing, funny, made her body feel hot. Seeing him without his shirt off at the pool had nearly made her heart beat out of her chest. That dark stare he gave her every once in a while... like he wanted to do things to her. Bad things.

"Fuck," Y/N breathed out. "I think you're right."

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"Isn't Mina usually here on Mondays? Where's she at?" Kaminari asked. Him, Sero, Kirishima and Bakugou were in Bakugou's room to study. The four of them had enlisted Katsuki's help for the upcoming exam, and he had accepted, but his studying techniques were cutthroat.

"I dunno, I saw the girls running down to Y/N's room. Mina's probably with them," Sero said, his head propped on his elbow as he tried to focus on the book Bakugou had given him.

That was enough for Kaminari. "Ya boy is gonna go get some juicy secrets," he said with an evil grin, hopping up and dashing out the door, almost knocking over Sero in the process.

"Oi! Get back here, dumbass! You didn't finish your shitty essay!" Bakugou roared. "I help you out of the damn goodness of my heart, and this is how you fucking repay me?"

"I'll go get him!" Kirishima offered, standing up, but Bakugou grabbed his forehead and pushing him back down into his seat.

"Finish," he demanded, jabbing a finger at the book. Kirishima grumbled something under his breath but obeyed as Bakugou exited the room, on the hunt for Kaminari.

It wasn't much of a hunt. He was outside of Y/N's room, an ear pressed to her door and a finger to his lips, shushing Bakugou. Bakugou rolled his eyes and grabbed Denki's shirt collar, dragging him away. "Stop dude! They're talking about you now!" Kirishima whispered.

Normally, Bakugou couldn't give a shit about gossip. It was a waste of time. He didn't care what people thought of him. Maybe if he listened for just a second though... "No. We're leaving. You're being a dickhead," Bakugou whispered back, this time not letting Kaminari dissuade him. "You have shit to do."

Kaminari sighed in defeat and stood up, not wanting Bakugou to out him to the girls. "Your loss, man. There was some good gossip."

Bakugou didn't want to let Denki win by asking him what it was about. It didn't matter, and he didn't care. He had never cared about what those extras thought of him. "Whatever. Go finish your essay," he grumbled, shoving Kaminari ahead of him as they walked down the hall. 

Before they walked in, Kaminari spoke. "Y'know, I didn't peg Y/N as having someone with bedroom experience," he said, not looking at Katsuki. A small smile was forming on his face-- he was clearly trying to upset Bakugou.

"The fuck would I care? Go write your fucking paper," he snapped, smacking the back of Denki's head as he ran back in.

So she had slept with Hawks. Or somebody else. Or multiple people, for all he knew. Katsuki had only slept with one person in his life, and he hadn't even enjoyed it. 

Had Y/N enjoyed sex?

A chill ran up his spine and his pants were starting to feel tighter. 

~~~

"It's Kirishima. He says he wants us all to hang out tonight after their study session, but I can tell them no--" Mina started, reading her texts from Eijirou. 

"No, it's okay. I'm already feeling much better getting everything off of my chest. It'll be fun to distract myself for a bit," Y/N said, setting down her empty cup. "And to play matchmaker for some of you guys. You especially, Jiro. I know for a fact that Kaminari wants to get with you," she teased, winking at the blushing musician.

"If you play matchmaker then we can too," Jiro retorted. "You sure you wanna open that gate?"

"Fair point," Y/N sighed. "All right. No playing matchmaker, and that applies to all of us. Deal?"

The girls all nodded in agreement. What happened that night stayed in Y/N's room, and Y/N felt happy with that. Having a girl gang she could fall back on felt reassuring.

After another hour or two of chatting, they made their way to the common room where they lounged on couches and discussed the upcoming Agency Event that UA was hosting. "Y/N, I wanted to ask you... could you make me a new uniform?" Mina asked excitedly.

"Sure thing, babe. Momo, do you think you could make me some Teflon fabric? If I'm remembering correctly, it should be acid proof." Momo smiled and nodded.

The boys walked in then, Bakugou yelling at Kaminari for something. "I'm trying to help you, fuckface! If you aren't paying attention, I can't do shit to keep you caught up!"

"I'm trying! It's just so boring,"  Denki whined. He plopped down on the couch next to Mina, laying in her lap. "Bakugou is gonna cook me for dinner," He said matter-of-factly.

"Really? I think you'd taste stringy," Y/N teased, poking him.

"Stringy?! Miss, have you seen my biceps?" Before anyone could protest, Kaminari sat up and pulled his shirt off. Everyone groaned, except for Kirishima, who said something about gains and being swole. 

"Put your shit back on, dumbass," Jiro grumbled, but if you looked closely, you could see her cheeks turning pink. She threw her shirt back at his face.

"Do you know if Aizawa is gonna be here tonight?" Mina asked quietly.

Momo shook her head. "From what I heard, the faculty has a business meeting tonight. Why?"

Mina squealed, running out of the room for a moment and then returning with several bottles, an evil grin on her face. "We're gonna party tonight!"

"But it's a school night," Uraraka said. Deku nodded aggressively, agreeing with her.

"Oh, c'mon. We won't have enough to make tomorrow rough. Just enough to make tonight extra fun," she said, popping the top of one of the bottles. "Who wants to play some games?"

"I don't drink," Y/N said. "But I'm always here for games."

Bakugou stood up to leave, but Kirishima grabbed his hand. "C'mon bro, it'll be fun!"

"No it won't. I hate this shit. Last time I had babysit your drunk ass and clean up your puke," he growled.

"I won't drink that much, I promise. Please stay?" Kirishima begged, looking up at his friend with puppy dog eyes. 

Bakugou closed his eyes and sighed, sitting back down, resulting in the rest of the room cheering. "I'm not drinking that shit though. Fucking nasty," he grumbled.

"Sober squad," Y/N joked, raising her cup of water. He scoffed at her.

Mina cackled. "Truth or dare, let's fucking do this!"

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"Hmm... Alright, Sero, truth or dare," Mina said, passing him the bottle so he could take a swig. 

He did so, grimaced, and put it between his legs. "Ugh. Dare."

"I dare you to let me tweet from your account," Mina replied, a wicked grin on her lips. Sero groaned, but handed it over reluctantly. She sat giggling for a few minutes, typing vigorously, then passed it back to him. "You have to leave it up til the end of the game," she teased. The tweet read, 'PROUD VIRGIN OF 8 MONTHS <3' and Sero glared at her. Kaminari, on the other hand, was losing his mind.

"Alright, Jiro, truth or dare," Sero demanded, passing her the bottle. 

Jiro took a swig. "Truth."

"If you had to sleep with anyone here, who would it be?"

"Todoroki." The response came with no question. Shoto looked up in surprise, a slight blush painting his cheeks. Sero laughed at her response, but Kaminari was glaring at Todoroki. "What? He's clearly the hottest one here," she shrugged. 

The boys started to yell, offended at her statement, but she cut them off. "Kiri, truth or dare?" She passed the bottle to him and he quickly took a swig.

"Dare!"

"Kiss Y/N. A real kiss," she said, smirking.

Y/N whipped her head around to Jiro, her jaw dropped. "The hell? Why you dragging me into his dare?" She complained. Her heart started to pound at the idea. When she looked at Kirishima, he was smiling at her. "Fine, as long as it's not weird after."

Kirishima sat up and made his way over to her, kneeling down in front of her. "You ready for this?" he breathed. He smelled of cologne and orange juice. Y/N nodded, feeling like she was drunk even though she hadn't had a drop. Her heart started beating faster as he began to lean in.

Bakugou watched as his best friend started leaning towards Y/N's lips, and his stomach dropped. He didn't want Kirishima's mouth on hers, he didn't want him touching her-- but before he knew it, Eijirou's hand had snaked up Y/N's face and was holding the back of her neck as he pressed his lips to hers. Y/N leaned into the kiss, face red, and Bakugou's breath caught in his throat.

He found himself wishing he was in Kirishima's place, gripping the back of her neck as he kissed her pretty mouth. He wanted to feel her breathe into it and gasp into his mouth as he deepened the kiss, his hands grabbing her hips...

But then Y/N pulled away from Kirishima, and he remembered that he was not the one kissing her. 

Y/N could taste the liquor on his lips as she ended the kiss. "Not bad," she teased, and he chuckled at her as he sat back down. When she snuck a glance at Bakugou, he was staring at her with his lips pressed together in a thin line. He turned away, a scowl on his face. 

"Alright, Denki, truth or dare?" Kiri asked, passing the bottle.

"Dare!" The blonde replied, taking a big gulp of the drink before Bakugou snatched it from his hands to stop him from overindulging.

"Alright, hold Jiro's hand the rest of the game." 

Denki did his best to pretend he didn't care. "That's it? Easy as pie, bro," he bragged, but there was a slight shake in his hand as he sat next to Jiro and slipped his fingers through hers. Jiro was looking a bit nervous as well.

"Alright Bakugou," Kaminari crowed. "You've avoided it this long. Truth or dare?"

"I'm not doing this shit," Bakugou argued, not looking at him.

"What, you too scared? I mean, you can always give up..."

"Fucking fine! Dare," he snapped. "But I'm not drinking that shit."

Kaminari looked around the circle, thinking of what to demand of him. His eyes landed on Y/N, and a devious grin sprouted on his face. Y/N started shaking her head, her face starting to turn red already. "Kami, don't," she warned.

He didn't listen.

"Bakugou! Seven minutes in heaven with Y/N!"

Mina slapped her hand over her mouth in excitement and Sero started cackling. "What the hell is that?" Bakugou grumbled.

"Seven minutes in the closet, you can do whatever you want to her and she can do whatever she wants to you," Mina teased. "Up you go!" She grabbed Y/N's hand and pulled her up.

Y/N started panicking. "This isn't a good idea, I don't think--"

"No fucking way," Bakugou spat. "That's fucking disgusting."

Y/N's heart dropped to her stomach, but Mina was ready with a response. She bent down to glare at him, her hands on her hips. "What, the great Katsuki Bakugou is scared of a little one on one time with a woman? You're a baby." 

"Ohhh shit! She got you man," Sero called.

Bakugou growled up at her. "You shitty girl," he said under his breath. Without saying anything else, he grabbed a yelling Y/N's wrist and dragged her into the supply closet. He slammed the door behind them, shrouding them in darkness.

Fuck. Why did he do that?

Outside, the game continued, but within the closet there was a thick awkwardness hanging in the air.

"Don't touch me," He glowered. 

"I wasn't going to, dude."

Y/N rolled her eyes, leaning against the wall. Bakugou felt around on the walls and found a light switch, turning it on. When he looked down at Y/N, his throat tightened. She looked hurt. Exhausted. Angry. 

Dammit. 

"You're not repulsive," he mumbled.

Y/N scoffed at him. "Thanks, man."

"What else do you want from me?"

"Maybe don't be a dick. If the idea of being in a closed space with me is 'fucking disgusting,' then refuse the dare. Save us both the time. Then I don't have to be stuck in a closet with an asshole."

Bakugou didn't know what to say. He didn't know how to explain to her that he was experiencing these new confusing sensations, that he was thinking about her so much it was frustrating, that he wanted to kiss her better than Kirishima had. "Sorry," was all he could muster. "Didn't think they'd drag you into the dare."

"I don't care about the stupid dare, Kat," she laughed. "Did you think I was going to make you fuck me?"

Bakugou turned to her, shocked at her bluntness. For a moment he imagined what it would be like to make her moan, make her cry out his name, make her want him as badly as he--

But Katsuki shook it from his head. "I dunno." What a dumb fucking response. Way to go. 

"Despite what your inflated ego might think, not everyone wants to sleep with you," she teased, nudging him with her elbow. He smirked.

"You sure? I've had women beg for it." His voice was low and challenging. Y/N felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up at it.

"Beg? You're into begging, Bakugou?" Y/N joked. "Didn't think you had it in you."

"Didn't think-- why the fuck not?" He challenged.

"You give off virgin vibes."

Bakugou barked out a laugh. "Please. I've slept with plenty of girls." It was a lie. He'd slept with one, and he hadn't liked it. He was worried Y/N could tell he was lying by the look on her face.

"Oh really? Did they beg? Oh Katsuki, harder! Fuck me harder!"  Y/N teased, faking a desperate moan. 

Bakugou had never gotten a boner so quickly, and that made him angry. He turned to her, grabbing her shirt and pushing her against the wall. 

"Don't do that."

Y/N blinked in surprise, but then raised an eyebrow and smirked. The look only made more blood rush down below, and his heart was pounding unbelievably fast now. They were too close. He could smell her perfume and it was intoxicating. "Or what? You gonna fuck me, Kat?"

God, he wanted to. He didn't realize that he wanted to until she said that. He looked down at her parted lips, wanting to teach her not to talk to him like that. It would be so easy to lean in and press his lips to hers, taste her, lick her.

Y/N's mind was going blank. Bakugou was staring at her too intently, his eyes black with an emotion she couldn't decipher. His grip on her didn't falter, and for a moment, it looked like he was about to lean in...

Knock knock knock.

"Time's up, lovebirds! Come on out!" 

Bakugou let go without saying anything and threw open the door, storming out.

Y/N was still against the wall, a strong throbbing between her legs that she tried to ignore. What the hell just happened?

Chapter Text

That night, Bakugou turned in as soon as the game was over. He wasn't going to quit, but it was still his goal to get out of there as soon as possible. He had to remove himself from the situation. If he looked at Y/N any longer, he wasn't sure if he had the self control to stop himself from doing something outrageously stupid.

Y/N had left shortly after him, thanking for the girls for the pick-me up and returning to her room. She didn't realize that she had been shaking until she laid down in bed. Sleep didn't come easy that night. The aching between her legs was demanding too much attention, but she refused to acknowledge it out of fear of caving in, or worse, texting him.

When Bakugou received a text from her the next morning, he almost sighed with relief. Their friendship wasn't ruined, and the silence was broken, meaning he no longer had to walk on eggshells. They could go back to normal... but what was normal?

TINKERBELL: Your gauntlets are done. Come in today so we know they fit

TINKERBELL: If they don't fit just pretend they do so I don't have to do all that work again

There she was. She seemed okay. What happened yesterday didn't seem to be bothering her, which was both relieving and... slightly disappointing. Had it had no effect on her?

BAKUGOU: I have shit to do in the morning. I'll come in during lunch.

He was desperate for a workout, needing a distraction badly. He texted Kirishima to join him, who was (obviously) more than happy to accept. 

"What's got you so stressed, dude? You're wild today," Kiri asked, holding up the punching pads for Bakugou to hit. Bakugou wasn't holding back. Every punch echoed through the gym and made Kirishima grunt at the force, trying to stay up. "Haven't seen you like this in a long time."

"Fuck off, I'm fine," Bakugou grumbled, not stopping his assault on the punching pads.

"I've known you for years now, Bakubro. Did you lose a competition? Did someone piss you off?" When he saw his eyes light up at the second option, he grinned. "Alright, who's upsetting you?"

"Fucking nobody. Leave me alone." The punches grew harder.

"C'mon, who is it? Is it me? Or Kaminari?"

"No."

"Sero? Deku?"

"No!"

"Is it one of the girls?"

When Bakugou didn't respond, Kirishima laughed. "Okay, now we're getting somewhere!"

"Stop fucking interrogating me!" He roared, this time using his foot to kick one of the pads, but Kirishima didn't fall back.

"Was it Y/N? Did something happen in the closet? What did she do?"

"She didn't do shit. Drop it, Shitty Hair," he threatened, ceasing his assault to give Kirishima a warning glare. Kirishima rolled his eyes.

"Fine, fine." After a few seconds, he couldn't help himself. "Girls like gifts."

"I don't give a shit what girls like! If you can't be a good workout buddy then get the fuck out!"

"Okay! But... you should make a move, dude. Y/N doesn't look like she'll be available for long."

Bakugou stopped, his glare intensifying. "The fuck does that mean?"

"Nothing, bro. Forget it."

Even though Kirishima dropped it after that, Bakugou didn't forget it. What had he meant by that?

~~~

Y/N had completed the finishing touches on Bakugou's gauntlets just in time for lunch. She admired them proudly. Instead of the thick construction-like gloves he had before, they were now slim and tight-fitting. The palms were made from a flexible, high-conducting material that should easily keep up with his combat style. Around the wrists was a thick orange band that held the charge for his hand warming and absorbed excess nitroglycerin. They looked sick. 

She cleaned up her workshop with her bit of free time, her heart beating in anticipation. Would things be weird? Every fiber of her being was praying that he would like them. What if he didn't?

She was nervous to see him again after the night before, but she wasn't given any more time to worry. The sound of the door opening had her whipping around. "Good, you're here, we can get started--"

It wasn't Bakugou. It was Hawks.

"Keigo? What are you doing here?" 

There were so many things that she wanted to say in that moment as he walked through the door, but her body failed her. She couldn't think of what to say. She was angry-- no, furious, that he had dared to approach her after what he did. He wore that same overcoat, his messy blonde hair swept back, a few pieces dangling in front of his forehead. He had that familiar smile on his face. "Good to see you, babybird."

"Get out. I don't want to talk to you," Y/N stammered, trying not to show him the fear that was coursing through her veins. She turned back to her table, continuing to clean, doing what she could to distract herself from his gravitating presence. She could feel his deep gaze on her back.

Hawks walked over to her, sitting on her worktable. It made it impossible to ignore him. "C'mon, love, don't you wanna chat?" He tilted his head to the side, his wings fluttering a bit. "I think we've got some things to discuss." He sent one of his feathers to tickle her nose, and she brushed it off angrily.

"If you had listened, you would have heard me say no, Hawks," she spat. "The fuck are you even doing here?"

He chuckled at her anger. "Wanted to make sure you liked my gift. You do like it, don't you?" He made his way over to the printer, giving it a pat. "Had it made special for you, babybird."

"Don't call me that."

"You're angrier than I remember. Are the boys here not treating you right?" He reached a hand out to touch her cheek, but she slapped it away, pointing a finger in his face, furious.

"I'm fucking pissed, Hawks, but it's nothing to do with the boys here. You fired me after I lost my quirk. After a life altering injury. When I needed support. The nerve of you to show your face after--"

The door opened again, and this time it was Bakugou. 

He had no idea what to make of the scene. Hawks was leaning over Y/N with a flirty look in his eyes, but Y/N had a finger in his face. A fire lit in his chest seeing Hawks that close to her, but another part of him was impressed that she was standing her ground. 

"Bakugou. Good. He was just leaving," she said, glaring at Hawks.

Keigo seemed to understand that he was getting nowhere at the moment. "I'll call you."

"I think the fuck not. Get out," Y/N deadpanned, turning away from him and examining the gauntlets again. Hawks winked at Bakugou on his way out.

"The hell did I just walk into?" Bakugou muttered.

Y/N sighed, motioning for him to come over and sit on the stool and rubbing her eyes. "I dunno, dude. Hawks being Hawks. Come try these on."

Happy to not be talking about the #2 hero, Katsuki listened and took a seat next to her. He watched her pick up the gauntlets and give them one final examination before handing them to him. "Why are you all gussied up? You got a date tonight?" She teased.

"Fuck no. Gross. Patrolling tonight." He looked at her apprehensively. "I can put it on now?" She nodded at him, and he scoffed. "About damn time."

He slipped it on, adjusting to the new feeling. He clenched his hand a few times. Damn, the joints were smooth. He had more mobility now than he ever did with his other pair. He flipped his hand over, admiring both sides. Fuck. It was incredible. But did it function well?

He stood up, preparing a blast from his palm, but Y/N shrieked and grabbed his bicep. "NO NO NO! Some things in here are extremely flammable," she warned. His heart pounded at how close she was, getting mad at himself for the excitement over something so small. "We can go outside, c'mon." She pulled him out of the room and out the doors.

"Okay, now you can try. Go for it, big guy," Y/N beamed, crossing her arms. She looked radiant. He hadn't ever seen her this excited.

He suddenly felt nervous with her eyes watching him so intently. Since when did he get performance anxiety? No. This was a chance to show off. A small smile crept onto his face as he prepared a blast, aiming it towards the sky and releasing. 

Y/N was blown back by the explosion, rolling back until she was flat on the ground. Once the sparks and smoke subsided, Bakugou ignored the ringing in his ears and made his way over to her. "Hey! You alive, dumbass?"

When she turned to look at him, she was laughing. "That was good, right? It's what you wanted?" There were soot marks on her face from the blast. He wiped them off for her, wanting desperately to lean in and kiss her. His chest practically ached at the thought. God, the gloves were perfect, and so was she.

"Yeah. Yeah, it's fucking good."

Chapter Text

On patrol that night with Deku, Bakugou was aching to test out his new gloves. He wanted so badly to come across a villain, a criminal, or someone he could use them on. His fingers twitched in excitement at the thought, and it seemed like Midoriya could tell. Bakugou hated being assigned to patrol with him, for obvious reasons.

"They look incredible, Kacchan," he complimented. "Y/N really outdid herself."

"I know that!" He barked.

Midoriya looked up at the stars as they walked. "I wonder how long my gear will take. I hope it isn't too much on her."

"Your gear? She's making your shit too?"

"I think she's making something for everyone. That's what she told me, at least. She's been pretty swamped with work. I feel bad she doesn't have help." 

Bakugou's brow furrowed hearing that Y/N had worked with Midoriya. It wasn't a surprise, necessarily, but it still upset him to think that she was spending alone time with fucking Deku. "She can fucking handle it. She's not a child," he grumbled, his pace a bit more aggressive.

"I know that! It's just... I worry about her. She doesn't get a lot of sleep. She doesn't eat much, either. I think she's sacrificing herself too much for us." They turned a corner, and Bakugou scoffed.

"She doesn't need a damn babysitter." 

They walked for a while in silence, which Bakugou was grateful for, but it gave him time to think, and that was much less fun. It was becoming more and more apparent that Y/N was spread thin among too many people. Why was she pushing herself like this? What was she trying to prove?

Part of him was proud of Y/N for giving it her all, but another part of him--a possessive part of him-- felt sick at all of the things that happened that he knew nothing about. For all he knew, she could be in a relationship. She could have better friends, better peers, people like Hawks as a part of her history. He was beginning to realize that he knew next to nothing about her, and though he didn't want to admit it, he wanted that to change.

Suddenly, Deku's arm shot out to stop Bakugou from walking. "The hell? What are you--"

"Ssh!" Midoriya held a finger to his lips, sternly trying to quiet his partner. He pointed at the hospital across the street, which confused Bakugou further, until he heard the scuffling that Deku was referring to. Deku motioned to stay put and that he was going to take a look. Katsuki didn't like that plan, but let him go anyways, knowing that Midoriya was better with stealth. 

They approached the building and Bakugou stayed behind the corner as Deku went to investigate. Bakugou hated waiting. His hands itched for action, and the adrenaline was racing to his muscles. 

"KACCHAN!"

Bakugou raced around the corner and found Deku launching himself upward towards an open window of the hospital. Someone was breaking in. But why the hospital? 

Using his explosions as a boost, he jumped up to the window with his partner. He was shocked at his speed, looking down at his gloves and finding that the explosions were launching in a concentrated line, propelling him forward. How the fuck did Y/N do that?  The glove had adapted to what he was doing, giving him speed rather than power. He laughed in excitement before vaulting through the window after Deku, chasing him down the halls. 

He hadn't seen who they were chasing, but Midoriya seemed to be on his tail, so he followed suit. They were dodging night shift nurses, medical carts, and waiting room chairs, and they were gaining fast on the burglar. 

"DROP IT!" Deku demanded. A chill ran up Bakugou's spine hearing Midoriya yell like that. It was so rare to see him anything other than a sweet pushover. This was a new side of him. 

Katsuki finally got a glimpse of the man they were chasing and shot an explosion in his direction. The assailant tried to block it with his forearms, but the impact of the blast was too strong and he fell backwards. Deku lunged for him, his arm lighting up with his quirk. He grabbed his arms, pinning him the ground with a grunt, and yelled for his partner. "Kacchan! Take what he's holding!"

Bakugou did so, snatching the paper from him while Deku apprehended their guy. The nurses around them were gasping and crying in shock. "Call the police," Bakugou ordered. "Stop fucking standing around." They listened, hurrying off to safety to follow orders. 

His eyes scanned over the sheet. "It's a record of patients," he growled. "The fuck do you want with this, huh?" He put his foot on the man's back, who groaned at the pressure.

"Don't fucking touch me unless you wanna lose that pretty quirk of yours," The man spat, a violent look in his eye. "I can make it happen. Don't test me." The threat was angry and filled with a deep seeded hate. 

Bakugou bristled at the man's words. "The hell did you just say to me?"

"Kacchan, save it. We gotta get this guy to the police first," Deku said, cuffing the man underneath him. 

Bakugou whipped out his phone and dialed Y/N's number. Thank God, she picked up.

"Bakugou? What's up?"

"We got a guy who's saying he's gonna take our quirks. Know anything about this fucker?"

Y/N didn't respond, clearly processing what he was saying. "He... Jesus Christ. Is it... does he... does he have a face?"

"The fuck? Of course he does."

Y/N sighed with relief on the other end. "Um... okay. Where are you?"

"Hospital on 8th."

"I need to call someone. Stay put until the cops arrive, okay? Don't do anything stupid." The line went dead, and Bakugou felt like the call accomplished nothing. 

~~~

The police station had very few people inside compared to the day. It was usually a bustling building, but under the night sky it was hauntingly quiet. Only a couple of officers were there on their night shift. 

The police had successfully apprehended the criminal, who did not go quietly. He was spewing out threats left and right, his shrieks echoing down the hospital walls, leaving the nurses and patients shaken. They had asked Bakugou and Deku to come in to give statements.

The room they were in was unnaturally cold and the chairs were equally uncomfortable. It was putting Bakugou in a bad mood, but Deku, who sat next to him, was deep in thought. "How would he have taken our quirks away? What did he want with the patient registrar? This isn't making sense. Why did he--"

"Jesus, Deku, shut up," Bakugou growled. 

Just then, Y/N burst through the front doors. Her hair was sporting some magical bedhead, clearly having recently been woken up. It must've been his phone call that woke her. She was wearing a sweatshirt and pajama pants, which would've been hilarious under different circumstances. Without realizing it, Bakugou was now standing up and walking to meet her. 

"What the hell are you doing here, Tinker--" But instead of responding, Y/N slammed into him with a choking hug, making his heart jump. He was unsure of what to do with his arms. Did he hug her back? It felt weird.

"Jesus, Kat, you scared the shit out of me." She let go of the hug, but gripped his arms as she looked up at him. "Are you guys okay? No injuries, right? If you idiots had gotten hurt, I would've..."

"We're fine, Y/N, calm the fuck down," he said, but didn't pull away from her grasp. Bakugou hadn't even realized, but All Might was behind her. 

"We're glad you're okay, but we need to fill you and young Midoriya in on some things," The retired hero said quietly. "Come with us."

Y/N let go of Bakugou, a slight pink on her cheeks, and turned to follow All Might. She gestured for Katsuki and Deku to follow. 

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All Might had escorted them out of the police building and into a nondescript black van. He was unnaturally quiet, making the rest of them sick with nerves. It was rare to see him this way. The car ride was silent. Y/N's fists were clenched and she stared straight ahead, mind racing with memories.

It had been like this after the incident. She hadn't remembered the car ride until now, but she could picture EMTs trying to gently pull her from her shock. Faint images of looking up at masked doctors flashed through her mind and filled her with a nausea. She wanted to push it down, but it was too suffocating, and she could feel herself drifting away from herself. 

The car stopped and the doors opened for their exit. "Might Tower," Deku whispered. "What are we doing here?"

Nobody answered his question, but All Might lead them into the building. Everything was becoming a blur, and Y/N didn't remember how, but she was now sitting in a brightly lit room with Bakugou and Deku on either side of her. All Might was across from them at an empty table, but behind him was a bulletin board covered in odd papers. It looked like an old-fashioned detective board.

"What we're going to be discussing is something that requires full discretion. Bakugou, Midoriya, this is of utmost importance. Your lives and positions as heroes are reliant on this. Understood?" All Might said, staring them both down. "Y/N, you've already been given this talk, but because of their exposure tonight they're going to be given the full story as well."

Y/N nodded, not looking up. She was having a hard time paying attention through the pounding in her ears. She fidgeted with her hands in her lap.

"As you both know, Y/N's quirk was stolen from her back in America. Under Hawks' Agency, she was on a mission that far exceeded her rank. It wasn't her fault, and it wasn't her agency's fault either. They didn't know what they had sent her into. It was a tragic accident." All Might looked at Y/N, trying to read her expression, but failing. "All For One had escaped and Y/N had walked right into his headquarters without knowing."

Bakugou's blood ran cold and his eyes widened in shock. He turned to Y/N, who remained expressionless.

"When did he escape? Why didn't you tell me?" Deku demanded. "All Might, I should know these things, why didn't--"

"It wasn't my choice," All Might interrupted. "I wasn't told until Y/N was hospitalized. The prison chosen to hold him didn't tell us when he escaped out of shame and legal liability. They thought they could find and detain him before anything dangerous happened, but clearly, they were wrong," he said, gesturing towards Y/N. "Once Y/N was conscious and able to communicate again, I was informed of the situation. I ordered my people to retrieve Y/N from America and have her brought here so that we could keep an eye on her."

"Who is we?" Bakugou grumbled.

"There is a small group of heroes and law enforcement that know about All For One's escape. This includes Hawks Agency, Might Tower, and the faculty at UA--"

"Hawks knew?" Y/N demanded, her silence finally broken. "Hawks knew, and he fired me?"

"He was ordered to. In order to keep the situation contained we needed you off the streets."

Y/N didn't respond but was clenching her fists and biting her lip. "Why didn't he say that?"

"All For One is looking for you. You weren't ready."

All eyes were on her now, but Y/N was too taken aback by what All Might had said. "He... why?"

"Because you have information on him. Dangerous information. If it gets out, we have a major advantage."

Y/N shook her head adamantly. "I told you, I don't remember a lot of it. After he took my quirk, my memories are fuzzy, I can't--" she started tearing up. Get it together, she told herself. You're in a room with three of the most powerful heroes in the world. Act like it.

"We weren't going to ask you to do this for a while because we wanted you to fully recover, but... we want to try different forms of therapy to try and jog your memory," All Might said gently. "Their methods aren't... they aren't the most comfortable. It would be a painful process, emotionally and physically. But any kind of information we can get on him--"

"Can I get my quirk back?" Y/N asked softly. "Could we... make him give it back?"

Bakugou's heart hurt hearing Y/N like this. She fucking deserved better. He wanted to hold her, comfort her, destroy anyone who ever hurt her. He felt powerless and he hated it.

"Miss Y/N... that isn't something we can guarantee. He isn't a stable individual, and even if he was, forcing someone to use their quirk isn't an easy thing to do."

Y/N quickly wiped the tear that was trickling down her cheek. "I'll do it. Whatever you need, I'll do it. If this is my chance to be a hero again, I'll fucking take it." All Might gave her a sad smile.

"The man that was apprehended tonight-- he was looking at hospital records to find if Y/N was in recovery here. He was an All For One minion. They don't seem to know that Y/N was already healed by Recovery Girl, which means they don't currently have tabs on her. We're ahead of them right now," All Might said hopefully. "If we can keep this advantage long enough to retrieve Y/N's memories, we can find and apprehend All For One."

"How can we guarantee that our friends won't tell people that Y/N is at UA?" Deku asked.

"We're lucky enough that All For One only knows Y/N's hero name, old quirk, and the appearance of her costume. Because neither have been used at UA, there isn't anything to trace her back. Y/N is seen by anybody as an engineer here to help design gear. So it doesn't matter that Y/N is at UA, because they don't know that Y/N is the hero they're looking for; but it keeps her close, and we can keep an eye on her."

"So what the hell are Deku and I supposed to do now? Just pretend this didn't happen?" Bakugou grunted.

"For now, yes," All Might said. "But if we find more information on him, you'll be informed. The two of you won't be doing patrols anymore. We need you kept under surveillance as well until--"

"That's bullshit. I'll be fine! It's just a shitty patrol--"

"It's not about capability, Bakugou," All Might argued. "It's about safety. You don't want to lose your quirk too."

"How long is this shit going to take?"

"Until All For One is put away."

There was an empty silence for a while as everyone came to terms with what was happening. Things were going to be different for a while.

Chapter Text

It had been a few days since that night. Nothing much had changed for Y/N, but Bakugou did not enjoy being cooped up. Being banned from patrols and missions was making his impatience grow, and he was struggling finding ways to blow off steam. You can only work out for so many hours before you need a break, and he was running out of ways to keep busy.

It was rare that he walked into (or out of) the UA building and Y/N's bike wasn't there. Did that idiot sleep? Bakugou had always prided himself in being first to arrive and last to leave, but Y/N was taking his title. He ignored the worry bouncing around in his head. She can do what she wants. 

It was 6:00 AM, and sure enough, her motorcycle was parked outside. It seemed to be newly polished. Where the fuck was she finding time to clean her bike if she was constantly working? Is that was she did instead of sleeping? He snorted and pushed through the doors, making his way to the gym. If that girl killed herself with work, he was going to be pissed.

Down the hall he heard a loud BANG echo in the gym. He scowled in confusion and opened the door just in time to see Y/N flying across the room and landing on a foam pad. "FUCK!" she roared, stumbling to her feet again.

He set down his gym bag and crossed his arms, leaning against the wall, watching the scene unfold. She hadn't spotted him yet, so he was going to enjoy the show.

She had two thick gloves on, fully plated in metal. When she stood up again, she pointed them towards the ground. A powerful gust of wind shot out of the palm, launching her into the air again, and she yelped as she started falling back down. She hit the foam pad with a load groan, getting up and planning to do it again.

"Trying to fly, Tinkerbell?" Bakugou teased. 

Y/N whipped her head around to see who had yelled at her, and when she made eye contact with him, she used her giant metal gauntlet to flip him off. "You spying, perv?"

"You fucking wish. I'm always here at this time. You trying to compete for my spot?"

"Funny, I didn't see a reservation sheet," She deadpanned, but her comeback was ruined when another gust of air shot from her glove unexpectedly, throwing her to the ground. Bakugou smirked.

"Why are you throwing yourself around like a damn ragdoll?"

"I'm not trying to! This shit is hard!" She snapped.

Bakugou puffed his chest, crouching down and launching himself up with explosions from his palm, landing in front of her menacingly. "It's not. You're just shit at it," He said, flicking her forehead and crossing his arms again.

"You've had your whole life. I started, like, an hour ago," she argued, pushing him away. "Not all of us are prodigies."

"Hm. Seems that way."

She shot him another glare and he tried to hold back his smile. Y/N was wearing a tank top and workout leggings, sweat dripping down her face. Her hair was matted against her head, cheeks red with exhaustion as she panted. His heart sped up seeing her dedication, and when she turned around, he tried not to think about how she had really nice legs.

"So whose gear is that then? Seems pretty shit," Bakugou joked. 

Y/N looked down at the heavy gauntlets she was wearing and grimaced. "I'd normally get pissed at someone dissing my craftsmanship, but... yeah, these are pretty shit, aren't they?" She slipped them off, letting them clatter to the ground. "They aren't for anyone. Well, they were gonna be for me, but now they're going straight to the trash," she grumbled.

"Why are you making gear for yourself?"

"Just cause I don't have a quirk doesn't mean I can't try and protect myself," she snapped. "I don't... I don't wanna be helpless anymore. I thought I was good in combat, but turns out I don't know what the hell I'm doing without my quirk. Those gauntlets were an attempt at a new start... or something like that." She slumped to the ground, an angry look on her face. 

"Learn hand to hand then."

"Yeah, I'm only like three years late to those lessons," She said sarcastically, rolling her eyes. "No one is going to teach me beginner combat. Kirishima was going to, but he's too busy with studying, and I don't want to ask any teachers--"

"I'll do it," Bakugou grumbled. "Someone's gotta teach your sorry ass to fight. You can barely throw a punch. It's pathetic."

Y/N looked up at him in confusion. "Why?"

"Why what, fuckface?"

"Why are you helping me?"

He paused for a second. Why was he? Bakugou had never volunteered to do something like that before. He just hated the idea of her not being able to defend herself. Or maybe it was more selfish than that-- maybe he wanted to spend more time with her.

"Because you're gonna make me a suit," He said. Yeah, that made sense. She would make him more gear, and he would teach her to fight. Seemed reasonable, right? Upgrades were always nice. "Plus, gives me extra practice. I can always use another punching bag," he smirked.

Y/N thought about it for a moment before standing up and grinning at him. "Seems like a practical arrangement. I'm in dude," she beamed, holding her hand out to shake it. He took it, sparks shooting up his arm and making his heart race.

~~~

"You're right arm is too hesitant. It has been for the past hour. Speed it the fuck up!" He barked, smacking her right bicep.

"I'm trying!" She yelled back. "It feels weird leaving this vulnerable." She lifted up her shirt, jabbing a finger at the healed scar on her side. "I'm still a pussy about it."

"Well, stop," he said, throwing another practice punch. She dodged it, trying to throw a right hook. Bakugou blocked it with ease. "See what I mean? I can see that shit from a mile away. Don't hesitate. Your hip is safe. Focus on offense right now." 

Y/N took a deep breath, lowering into a fighting stance again as Bakugou launched at her. She could block them with ease, but still struggled with her own punches. He scoffed. "Nothing is gonna fucking happen to me if you don't throw a damn punch!" He roared at her.

Y/N groaned, putting her face in her hands. Bakugou rolled his eyes. "God, you're dramatic. Put your hands up for a second." 

She obeyed, but was apprehensive. He kneeled down and grabbed the bottom of her shirt, lifting gently. She yelped and quickly grabbed his hands to stop him, her cheeks turning red.

"Chill the hell out. Trust me."

She slowly raised her arms as he started lifting her shirt up again. His warm fingers were brushing across her skin, sending shivers up her spine. Once her scar was exposed, he poked it. "Hey!" She cried. "What was that f--"

"Did it hurt?" He barked.

She sighed. "No."

He brushed his thumb over the scar, pressing into it as his other hand held her waist. Y/N was starting to have a hard time breathing at his touches. "This shit is healed, see? It's not gonna hurt. You've got some strong instincts to protect it, but you're not gonna do shit if you can't lift your arms," he said. His voice was more gentle than normal. 

When he looked up at her and met her eyes, he had to stop his hands from continuing. The urge to let his fingers roam further on her body was excruciating to not give in to. He pulled his hands away and stood up, looking away. It was getting more difficult not to touch her.

"We'll pick this up after school. Work on that hesitation in your right arm," he mumbled, grabbing his bag and heading towards the showers.

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"Quiet down, eyes up here," Aizawa said to his class.

With the UA networking event happening the coming weekend, Aizawa was cracking down on his students' social abilities. Many of them were already networking pros, like Momo and Iida, but there were a few that were sorely lacking in that area. 

"With the event décor already set up in the ballroom, we'll be practicing our manners. I'm lookin' at you, Kaminari," Aizawa grumbled, shooting his scarf out to the boy and yanking him back into his seat. Kaminari yelped and turned to pay attention. "We will be practicing elevator speeches. Anybody know what that is?"

Midoriya's hand shot into the air. "It's when you pack down all the important information about yourself into a minute or two!"

Aizawa nodded. "Correct. Not only will it need to hit the important points, but you'll need to be engaging and friendly. This event is going to be a big opportunity for you guys to expand your networks. Do not pass up this chance. Y/N, if you would," He said, beckoning Y/N up to the front with his finger.

Y/N stood up from the back of the room and strutted to the front. She was wearing vintage aviators, a leather jacket, and black combat boots. She had a fake mustache on her upper lip. Her jacket had a fake police batch on the front, and she took a drag from an imaginary cigarette. She looked ridiculous, and the class laughed as she took a dramatic bow, winking at Uraraka in the front row who giggled in response.

"Y/N was kind enough to agree to being our agency rep today. You'll be treating her as you'd treat any agency. She will be evaluating you on different criteria, and if you don't perform well, she will be reporting back to me. So don't mess it up."

"So we're all just waiting for a turn to talk to Y/N?" Sero asked.

"Y/N isn't the only one you'll be interacting with during this activity. You'll be conversing with each other and playing the part. When I blow my whistle, you'll rotate your partner. Understood?" The class nodded, excited.

~~~

"So, Mr. Kirshima, Tell me about yourself," Y/N said, trying not to laugh. 

"Please, call me Eijirou!" Kirishima played along, his hand extended to her. She shook it, smiling back at him. "My quirk is hardening. I'm able to harden and sharpen my skin to become rock-like."

"Mhm, mhm, very interesting. What kind of experience do you have?" She questioned, stroking her chin.

From across the room, Bakugou stared as Y/N and Kirishima were laughing together. He frowned and watched as Kirishima grabbed her hand and kissed it. She pretended to faint, only making both of them laugh harder.

"Bakugou?" Deku asked, trying to get the blonde's attention.

"Huh? What?" Bakugou snapped, turning to face his partner again. "Oh. Right. Very interesting."

Midoriya sighed. "It's your turn, Kacchan."

"Oh. Uh, I make explosions." He turned back to watch Y/N, who was now... acting out some combat move with Kirishima. The hell were those idiots doing?

Izuku had given up trying to get Bakugou to pay attention. The whistle blew, releasing him from the bad conversation with him, and he made his way to someone else. Kaminari sat at the table replacing him.

"Sup, 'suki-- I mean, hello sir, I'm Chargebolt, your go-to electrical hero," Kaminari greeted, puffing out his chest. "What might your name be?"

"Bakugou."

"Dude, your hero name," Denki whispered.

"Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight."

Kaminari nodded. "Very cool, very cool." An awkward silence followed. Bakugou went back to staring at Y/N, who was now picking at her nails and ignoring a very angry looking Mineta. He chuckled at that, feeling rather proud of her.

"Look, I get you've got a thing going on with Y/N, but I need a good grade, so if you could--"

"Huh? The hell are you talking about?" Bakugou demanded, immediately becoming defensive.

"Your crush on her or whatever. Can we just continue the--"

"I do NOT have a crush on that shithead," Bakugou snarled, pointing an accusing finger at Kaminari's face.

"Really? Cause I'm pretty sure I saw you taking her clothes off this morning," he retorted, wiggling his eyebrows. "I don't blame you, Bakubro, she's got a nice--"

"Shut the fuck up before I melt you."

Kaminari laughed. "Dude, just ask her out! I'm sure you're better in bed than Hawks--" He gasped and covered his mouth.

Bakugou's head whipped back to stare at Kaminari. "She's slept with Hawks?"

"Fuck. Oh fuck. Please don't tell anyone I said that. When Mina gets back from her trip she's gonna kill me, please don't say anything--"

"God, shut up! I don't care!" Bakugou growled, rolling his eyes. 

So she had slept with Hawks.

Several half-assed conversations later, Bakugou was sitting at Y/N's table. She was stroking her fake mustache. "Ah, Mr. Bakugou. I've heard of you. You're the one with the anger problem, eh?"

"Hey, you're not exactly--" He started, but Y/N raised an eyebrow at him and he sighed. "I have been known for that. But I am... not that anymore," he lied.

"Mmm, good to hear! Tell me about yourself, Dynamight," she said, leaning against the table.

Bakugou paused for a moment. "You know my hero name? You do some research, sir?" he teased, clearly directing the question at Y/N rather than the character she was playing.

Her cheeks flushed a bit. "Ah-- yes, well--"

"Not surprised. I seem to leave people curious for more," he dared, leaning on the table too. "You're blushing, sir. Should I get you a glass of water?"

Y/N's jaw dropped. Adrenaline shot through his body at being able to make her flush red.

"Tell me about your quirk," she demanded, changing the subject.

"I make explosions."

"You make explosions, huh? How?"

"With my quirk."

Y/N rolled her eyes. "Okay, awesome. Informative. Glad I got to know you better."

"You're awfully sarcastic for an agency rep. Not very professional," he teased, taking a sip from the plastic cup of water in front of him. 

"I'm not professional? You're about as good at conversation as Todoroki."

Bakugou glared at her for the insulting comparison. "Fuck you. I'm better than that fucking half and half."

"If you swear like that at the event, you're not going to--"

"You've got a sailor's mouth too and we both know it," he interrupted. "You're going to be swearing there just as much as me, smartass."

"I'm not participating."

Bakugou glared at her. "The fuck you mean you're not participating?"

"I'm not a student here, Dynamight. And I don't have a quirk. You really think an agency is gonna want my sorry ass?"

Bakugou scoffed. "Agencies need tinkers, too. Not just heroes."

Y/N shrugged. "Sure, but this event isn't about me getting scouted, it's about you guys getting scouted. I'm supposed to stay out of the way."

"They told you that?" Bakugou snapped. "Those assholes--"

"It was implied. I'm not mad. I mean... I get it, y'know? I'm supposed to stay under the radar. Play it cool. I won't even be wearing a hero costume, probably just some dress I'll borrow from Momo. I'm lucky I'm invited in at all."

It still didn't feel right to Bakugou. She was a part of the group now, and her being excluded pissed him off. 

"Plus, I don't exactly want to talk to Hawks again. It's a blessing that I don't have to engage with the agencies."

"Don't stress, Tinkerbell, he'll be blown sky high if he even tries," he said without thinking. It came out much more possessive than he wanted.

"You think you can take Hawks?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Bakugou barked out a laugh. "What, that shithead? He's only ranked #2 because women want to sleep with him."

"Well then you better start finding hookups so you can be #1," she teased.

"No fucking thanks."

Y/N laughed. "It's a shame you don't like sex, man. You're missing out."

He glared at her. "Of course I like sex, dumbass. I just fucking hate hookups." 

Y/N looked surprised to hear that, putting her chin in her hand and leaning forward to study his face. Her eyes were dancing trying to hold back her laughter. "So at what point does Katsuki Bakugou consider sex acceptable?"

He stared at her for a bit before answering her, examining the look on her face. "You trying to get in my pants, Y/N?"

Y/N laughed. "No chance, Dynamight."

"Mhm, so you're just gonna pretend you haven't been staring at my lips? You want a taste, Tinkerbell?" 

Bakugou only had a few seconds to enjoy the look on her face before Aizawa blew his whistle and he had to leave Y/N, who was thoroughly flustered.

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"C'mon, faster, Tinkerbell," Bakugou demanded.

He was clutching the punching bag to keep it stable for Y/N as she jabbed it with all her might. It had been thirty minutes of nonstop boxing routines, and her muscles were screaming at her. Even with the boxing gloves the joints in her hands were aching for her to stop. She wanted to, so badly, but knew if she did that Bakugou would never let her hear the end of it.

He was a grueling teacher, but the progress she had made in only a few days was astounding; not just in her strength and agility, but her confidence too. She was more comfortable leaving her old scars unprotected-- Bakugou had drilled that out of her quickly. 

Knowing that her fighting abilities were improving was making her feel whole again. That emptiness from losing her quirk didn't feel quite so big, and though she'd never go back to the athletic prowess she'd had in America, it felt good to be able to take care of herself again.

Then again, it was also hell having to train with Katsuki.

"FASTER, DAMMIT!"

Y/N huffed at him. "I can't move any faster than that, asshole!" She tilted her head back from exhaustion and let her boxing gloves dangle at her sides. "Jesus Christ, you're gonna kill me, man."

"If it doesn't hurt, it's not working," he grumbled.

"I get it. No pain no gain. But God, I need a break," she begged, sitting on the ground and grabbing her water bottle. She popped the cap and dumped it into her mouth without putting it to her lips, and seeing the liquid drain into her mouth with her tongue out made Bakugou's stomach do flips.

"I'm gonna shower. Don't touch my snacks," Y/N warned, making her way to the bathrooms.

He stayed there, drinking from his bottle and watching her as she left. It had been a few days of this now, and her determination was impressing him. For the most part, she kept up with his pace-- and she let him know when he was pushing too hard with some swearing at him. It was a good dynamic.

Kaminari's words from before flashed in his mind. 

"Cause I'm pretty sure I saw you taking her clothes off this morning..."

He didn't know why it bothered him so much. Maybe he was mad it had been misinterpreted. He didn't do it to get her naked, he did it to show her that her scar was healed. Was that bad?

Or maybe it was bad because he did want to take off more of her clothes.

"I don't blame you, Bakubro, she's got a nice--"

That part had really pissed Katsuki off. Hearing Denki talk about her body lit an angry fire in his gut that he was still struggling to put out. He didn't want Kaminari knowing that part of her, or even looking at that part of her. 

Bakugou had heard his friends talking about Y/N and the other girls in their class. Kaminari was clearly into Jirou, even Bakugou could see that-- but there was no way he would ever be reduced to that blushing mess that Denki was. He was in control of himself.

But sometimes his thoughts wandered when he wasn't paying attention. They wandered into dangerous territory. Deliciously dangerous territory. This hadn't ever been a problem... until Y/N.

When his mind wandered to thoughts of Y/N with Hawks, his blood boiled with anger, but there was a different sensation too--something he hadn't felt since he was a teenage boy. 

What was Y/N like in bed? Was she loud? 

He could feel his pants getting tighter as he hardened in his workout pants, his breathing getting heavier. 

Fuck. 

No, this wasn't happening.

He snatched up his towel and bag, making his way to the boys' showers and throwing his things onto a nearby bench. After stripping down, he climbed into one of the showers and turned on the hot water.

Usually, Bakugou could ignore a boner until it faded, but this one was relentless. He washed his hair, trying to pretend it wasn't bothering him, letting the hot water wash over his body. He wanted so badly to ignore it, but blood kept rushing through his body when he couldn't help but picture Y/N in that swimsuit she wore.

Or her legs in those workout leggings.

Or her fake moaning in the closet.

At this point, he was practically throbbing. There was no way he was going to be able to ignore it. He was giving in as the seconds passed, the hot water only sending shivers down his spine and adding to the burning in his body. Was he seriously going to do this?

He had ignored the new dangerously sweet sensation for weeks now, not wanting to admit what it meant. He had felt lust for weeks now, shoving it down deeper, pretending it wasn't there. But his body was betraying him. Katsuki Bakugou, who prided himself on his self control, was giving in.

Katsuki didn't lust after people. It was something that separated him from his peers. He was always in control of his body and his emotions. Even if they came close to boiling over, he kept them from the breaking point.

But his breaking point had been reached with Y/N a long time ago.

His hand drifted down lower, lower, until contact was made and he practically moaned out loud. He bit the back of his hand to keep the noise from escaping and he started stroking himself. 

Bakugou had jerked off before, obviously, but usually to relieve stress-- not from lust. It was a completely different sensation. Chills were running up and down his body as the friction from his hand nearly made him double over in pleasure. 

Images of Y/N were flooding his mind, each thought making his dick feel harder and the stroking feel better. That need to touch her, lick her, be in her was growing. He had never felt desperation like this before. He needed to know what she felt like, what she sounded like. 

His hand was speeding up, the sensation building and building. God, it was addicting. He thought of Y/N underneath him, begging for him, nails dragging down his back. His body was tensing and tightening, carrying him higher and higher. If his hand felt this good, he couldn't even imagine what she felt like. 

He bit down hard on his palm as he started cumming, losing control of his hips as he started thrusting into his hand. It was pleasure unlike anything he'd ever felt before, thinking of her. Fireworks were blowing up through his entire body, and when his body finished throbbing, he slumped against the wall, his head pounding.

Fuck. 

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TINKERBELL: We gotta do measurements today for your suit.

The text had been sent at 4 AM. What the hell was Y/N doing awake at 4AM?

The hours that she seemed to be awake and working were beginning to be concerning. Only a few days ago he had received a text from her at 2 AM asking some dumb question about fabrics– so she was staying up late, getting up early, or both. If it was both, that's what worried him.

It was her job to take care of herself, obviously. Bakugou didn't bother himself with the affairs of others; at least, that's how he usually was. He didn't like that he was now thinking about Y/N's sleeping routine and worrying about if she had gotten enough rest, or if she'd eaten breakfast, or if she was too cold. It wasn't his problem.

But his mind wouldn't let it go.

Bakugou's morning workout felt quiet and empty. It was the first time they hadn't been training together since she started enlisting his help, and though he tried to push the feeling down, he wanted her there. He wanted to see her progress and he wanted her to see how powerful he was. The workout seemed to drag on for hours when he didn't have her snarky comments or complaints filling the air.

In the shower, he tried not to think about what he'd done the day before. It was a one time thing, he told himself. Everyone gets horny every once in a while. But remembering it made that familiar feeling of desire start seeping into his veins again, and he showered as quickly as he could to not give in. Definitely just a one time thing.

Even though he was itching to do it again.

After drying off and getting dressed, he shot Y/N a text.

BAKUGOU: I'm coming in now. You better be ready.

He didn't bother putting on the grey uniform jacket. He was still too warm from his shower. He carried it with him down the hall, his hair still wet as he made his way to Y/N's workshop. His heart skipped a beat at the thought of seeing her again.

Y/N hadn't responded to his text, and when he knocked on the door, there was no response. Had she fallen asleep again?

He opened the door and looked around for that familiar head of messy hair. There she was, her head buried in her arm on the worktable: fast asleep. He should've guessed.

"You awake, dumbass?"

No response. He rolled his eyes and trudged over to her, leaning his head down to examine her.

Y/N looked so soft when she slept, he realized. Those stress lines on her forehead were gone. Her breathing was gentle and sweet, and he felt his heart squeeze at the thought. Cute.

Instead of waking her, he left the workshop to wander campus and find some place that served breakfast.

Bakugou never ate at the campus restaurants. They never made things the way he liked. He had always been particular about his food, so when he needed a meal, he usually made it himself. Plus, he didn't really like talking to cashiers. They were too chipper.

Looking at the menu at one of the small corner shops, his mind blanked. Why did menus have to be so fucking complicated? Couldn't they just stick to the basics?

Bakugou's eyes scanned the blackboard above the cashier. He knew she liked black coffee– he had mocked her for it during one of their training sessions. She said it reminded her of shitty American brand drinks, or something dumb like that. Did she like bagels? Whatever. She'd have to settle for a bagel.

"Black coffee and a bagel," He grumbled, slapping 1000 yen on the counter.

The girl gave him a weird look but rang it up and gave him his change, going to the back to grab him his order. "Have a nice day," she said with a dry smile, handing him the bag and the coffee. Bakugou grunted and made his way back to Y/N's workshop.

She was still sleeping peacefully (and uncomfortably) on the table when he returned. He placed the food on the counter and opened up the window on the other side of the room, letting in the sunshine and warm breeze. He turned back to her, her sleeping form not budging.

He rolled his eyes and sat in the stool next to her, leaning down so he was eye level with her. He poked her forehead. "Get up, shithead."

Y/N's eyes fluttered open and fell on his, a small smile forming on her lips before realizing her situation. She shot up and rubbed her eyes quickly, blinking a few times to squeeze the sleep out. "I didn't sleep here!" She yelled, clearly getting defensive. "Just a nap."

Bakugou glared at her. "Yeah, whatever."

Y/N stretched and yawned, then gasped when she noticed the food next to her. "Woah, yum! Lucky asshole."

"It's for you, fuckface," he snapped. "I knew you weren't fucking eating."

Y/N's face softened and she looked up at him, her voice much gentler. "You got this for me?"

"Just eat it. You can't make my damn gear if you're dead."

"Oh. Right." She sipped the warm coffee, the smile coming back to her face. She looked better when she smiled, but there were still dark circles under her eyes.

"You're a fucking wreck. You need to stop doing this," He scolded. "How the hell are you surviving?"

"I'm fine. I used to work back to back night shifts in America. It's not a big deal," she said, her mouth full of bagel. "I'm built different."

Bakugou cackled at her. "That's clearly bullshit considering you keep sleeping on your damn worktable," he spat.

"Just little naps!" She finished the bagel and took another sip of coffee. "Besides, I can sleep more once the event is over. I won't have as much shit to do."

"No. This isn't working," he said, shaking his head at her. "If you don't get sleep, you're gonna kill yourself. You don't even have that many orders. Why are you pushing yourself so damn hard?"

Y/N's happy attitude seemed to fall. She looked down at her coffee, uncomfortable. "Well I work on everybody's gear during the school hours, and... at night I'm at Might Towers doing retrospective therapy."

"The hell is that?"

Y/N looked up, biting her lip, trying to think of the right words. "They're trying to jog my memory." She set down her coffee and rubbed her eyes. "It's hell, but...It's working. A little, at least."

Bakugou didn't like the sound of it. "What do they do?"

"I guess there are multiple stages of it, but for now they're bringing back sensory cues– trying to replicate sounds and sights I might've experienced when I was... you know. But the sound and visual stuff doesn't work as well as the other stuff."

"Other stuff?" He asked apprehensively.

The discomfort on Y/N's face was growing and she fidgeted on her stool. "Um... recently they've been messing around with physical sensations. Like they put pressure on where my bruises were, or use sterile tools to recreate the old sensations and study what happened–"

"Wait, what the fuck?" he shouted, climbing to his feet. "They're hurting you?"

"No, it's fine! It's not that bad. It's just little cuts or pressure points, it's really–"

"Where?" He demanded. "Did they fuck with your scars?"

Y/N didn't answer, looking away. It was enough of a response to make him seethe with anger. "Those fuckers. I'm going to fucking kill them. Show me, right now."

Y/N shook her head. "No. I'm fine, it's not the fucking end of the world."

"Show me," he ordered, his voice growing louder as he closed the distance between them.

She lifted her shirt slightly, revealing her old scar.

Except it wasn't an old scar anymore. It was a new cut, perfectly lined up with where the gash had been. It was cleaner and smaller; not anything serious, but enough that it would be painful. He ran his fingers over it, almost seeing red with how angry he was.

"Don't fucking go back there again, do you hear me? I'm going to kill them. Those fucking–"

Y/N grabbed his hand, gripping it tight– enough for it to hurt. "Bakugou, no. It's working."

He made eye contact with her, her eyes wide with determination. He was bewildered. "It's... there's no way. Seriously?"

She nodded enthusiastically. "I've been able to remember things. Small things. But they're taking good care of me. When I'm in distress they listen. They aren't doing anything I'm not okay with. And when they do it, it works. It puts me back there. Something clicks in my mind and I can actually start to remember what happened, and they're able to learn so much just from these small injuries."

He didn't say anything, instead lifting her shirt up again to examine the cut again. He brushed his fingers over it. The wound was still obviously painful, and thinking about her in pain only made his head hurt. He didn't understand their methods-- it sounded like bullshit to him. What could they possibly learn from her old scars?

"I... I wanna be a hero again. And if this is what it takes, it's a piece of cake." She let go of his hand, patting his shoulder. "I'm okay Kat. I promise."

"I don't like it. It's fucked up," he grumbled. "You shouldn't have to do that shit."

"I don't have to do anything. I'm volunteering to do this. It's my choice, and I'm okay with it."

He looked into her eyes again. She seemed okay. She was being genuine, he knew that. But the thought of someone cutting into her skin made his chest burn. "Fine. But go to Recovery Girl, dumbass."

~~~

"Stop wiggling so much! God, you're worse than Kaminari," Y/N grumbled. "How hard is it to just stay still?"

"If you don't want me wiggling then stop poking me, dammit!" He roared, flinching away from another poke near his armpit.

"Wait a second... are you ticklish?" Y/N asked with a devilish grin, leaning back to look up at him.

"No, fuck off," he muttered, but he lowered his arms to cover his sides. His hands were clenched in discomfort.

"Oh my god, you totally are!" She giggled, poking him repeatedly in the sides and stomach.

"Hey! Cut that shit out!" He jumped back, getting angry. "Do that again and you're dead."

Y/N raised her hands in surrender, going back to her work, but about a minute later she did it again. 

He was fuming at this point. He snatched her wrists and pushed her until her back was against the wall. "I said, don't. Fucking. Do that."

Y/N was trying to hold back a laugh. "But you're so cute when you're mad," she teased, clearly trying to fuck with him. 

"Stop fucking flirting, or I'll finish what you started," he threatened. Their bodies were pressed together, her wrists still in his grasp. They were sharing breaths now, staring into each others eyes, both of them refusing to blink. It was warm. Too warm. 

"I'm surprised you even know what flirting is. I thought you were a virgin," she said. She was baiting him, seeing how far he would go. 

How far would he go? How far until she surrendered?

He started leaning in, their noses almost touching. "Don't fuck with me, Tinkerbell. I will commit to this stupid competition. You sure you want to push me there?" he warned. 

Now they were really breathing the same air. "You wouldn't. I know you wouldn't," she challenged. But her face was growing red. She wasn't sure now. Was he actually going to do it?

"You really want to count on that?" he questioned.

The space was starting to close. Y/N started to panic.

She could smell him. He smelled like smoke and caramel. She wanted desperately to know what he tasted like.

But not like this. She didn't want it to be over some dumb game of chicken.

"Fine, you win!" She shrieked, and he pulled away, a wicked grin on his face.

"I knew it. You can start it but you can't finish it," he gloated. "I win every challenge. Never fucking forget that."

The bell rang for class, cutting through the tension in the room. He picked up his bag, smirking at her as he left.

Her heart had never raced this fast. His words echoed in her head as blood rushed to her head. She was light headed.

God, he smelled so good. He felt so good. Did he even know what he was doing to her, or was he really just doing it to assert dominance like he said? Just to challenge her flirting and see who would go farther before chickening out?

It was too much. She chugged the rest of her coffee and turned back to her worktable, trying to ignore the heat between her legs.

They were just friends.

Chapter Text

It was Saturday, the day of UA's scouting event, and spirits were high.

"Alright, Ochaco, this one is for you," Y/N said, passing over the folded costume.

The girls were in the common room after a sleepover together, and now Y/N was passing out the long anticipated hero costumes to her friends. Her nerves were biting at her; the fear of them being disappointed in her craftsmanship was almost suffocating, but she powered through. This was their big day, and she was proud to see them having fun after working so hard.

Uraraka took the package excitedly and opened the brown wrapping to reveal a white and rose gold uniform, with something intricate on the back--

"Oh my god, are those wings?" Momo gasped.

They were short enough that they didn't add extra weight, but they were designed beautifully. 

"It's actually a jetpack, disguised as wings," Y/N said. "Being able to float on command is incredible, but now you can change direction and hopefully glide if you need to. And the wings are retractable for close combat, so they don't get in the way--"

"I LOVE IT!" Uraraka cried, swallowing Y/N in her arms with a ridiculously tight hug. "I can't wait to try it out! Guys, I have WINGS!" She jumped up and danced around excitedly, the rest of the girls laughing and cheering her on.

Mina was already opening hers, her excitement making her impatient after seeing how cool Uraraka's suit was. When she pulled out the costume and unfolded it, revealing it to the rest of the room, she gasped. "Holy shit, it's perfect!" It was a tight jumper with gemstone accents--Mina's exact brand. "BRB ladies, I gotta go try it on!" She dashed out of the room to change.

After passing out the rest of the costumes, the girls dressed up to show them off to each other. Y/N sat on the couch with her coffee, absolutely beaming at them. Seeing their approval warmed her heart, and she was proud of herself for making such kick-ass equiptment. It felt good to be a part of things.

"Alright Y/N babe, it's time to show us yours," Mina gushed, sitting on the couch next to her.

"Oh, I'm not wearing a costume, remember? I'm not a student," Y/N said sheepishly.

Mina rolled her eyes. "I know silly, I mean what dress are you wearing?"

The silence was deafening, but it was enough to tell the girls what they needed to know. 

"HOW HAVE YOU NOT PICKED AN OUTFIT?!" Mina shrieked. "Girls, this is a total emergency. Operation Get-Y/N-Glowed-Up is official a go. Everybody go check your closets for something that might fit her!"

"We really don't have to do this, I have an old outfit from the states--"

Uraraka shook her head and put her hand on Y/N's shoulder tenderly. "You should dress up in something nice! Just because you aren't going to wear a costume doesn't mean you can't turn heads. One head specifically, if you know what I mean," she teased, grinning at her.

"Oh c'mon, you really think that Bakugou is the kind of person that notices that kind of shit? There's no way," Y/N argued.

"EVERY STRAIGHT BOY likes looking at boobs and ass, Y/N," Mina lectured. "And I can guarantee that cranky blonde has already looked at your boobs a lot."

Y/N laughed. "Alright, let's do it. Dress me up, fairy godmother," She joked, standing up and doing a dramatic twirl.

For the next hour, the girls rampaged through their closets to find something that would suit Y/N. There were clothes absolutely everywhere, and each of them were holding up their picks in front of her frame to see if it would fit. 

"What about pink?" Uraraka asked, tilting her head as she held up an old party dress. "Would that suit her?"

"Hmmm... I think she's more of a dark colors girl," Tsu said, putting her finger on her chin as she thought about it. "Like some deep blues or greens."

"Definitely," Hagakure agreed. "Or a dark maroon. She'd look killer in red." 

Y/N wasn't really sure what was happening, but didn't mind indulging her friends. If she was completely honest, she didn't really care what she wore. It was easier to have people pick for her. 

"Come sit! I'm gonna do your hair," Jirou said, patting the couch and waving her curling iron. Y/N complied and made her way over to the designated seat, leaving room behind her for Jiro to sit. 

Mina darted out of her room with a big makeup bag in hand. "I call glam duty!" She cheered, plopping down in front of Y/N and dumping out the contents of her bag. There were hundreds of different makeup products.

"Woah, nice collection!" Uraraka gushed.

Momo picked up one of the lipsticks. "These are very nice brands, too. You have good taste, Mina," she complimented.

Jirou began curling Y/N's hair and Momo painted Y/N's nails black. "Black goes with anything," she said, focusing very hard to make the paint look neat and tidy.

Mina started applying different makeup products that Y/N would never be able to identify. Some of it was uncomfortable, like the mascara and eyeliner, but some things felt rather pleasant, like blush. Y/N decided that she liked being pampered. She felt like a princess, and that fucking rocked.

Jirou finished with her hair and Momo finished her nails. They joined Uraraka and Tsu on the hunt for the perfect dress while Mina added finishing touches to the makeup.

Mina sat back and admired her work. "Woah," she breathed. "You are hot as fuck, babe."

"You think so?" Y/N asked, holding up a mirror. She looked very different from usual, but... it was nice. She did look hot as fuck. 

"We found it! We found the perfect dress!" Uraraka squealed from the other room. Mina gasped and ran to join them, leaving Y/N hunched awkwardly on the couch. "Y/N, come try it on this instant!"

She made her way to the bathroom, and before she knew it the girls had locked her in there to try it on. It was a black sleeveless dress that reached mid-thigh and had a deep V. The straps were thin, and there was pretty much no back to it. She could tell it was going to be tight, but she had a feeling that was the point. 

She slipped it on, not quite sure if she was doing it right-- but then she looked in the mirror. "Jesus Christ."

She looked incredible. It was rare that Y/N wore something that accentuated her curves or showed off her cleavage. It looked like this was going to be one of those times. The V dipped just low enough to show a nice amount of boob, and when she turned around, she almost laughed out loud. Her ass looked great, too. This was a hell of a dress.

When she walked out of the bathroom, the girls gasped. 

Mina chuckled. "Bakugou is gonna bust just from looking at you."

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Bakugou really hated parties.

There were too many noises mixed with too much physical contact, and he wanted to crawl out his skin anytime someone brushed against him. Too stuffy, too loud, too suffocating. The room didn't feel like UA. It had been decorated so heavily that any familiar features were long gone, only adding to the tension he felt. He stayed seated at his table, refusing to interact with the hundreds of pompous assholes that filled the room, taking extra caution in avoiding Hawks.

That morning, Y/N had left his new suit tied in a neat package outside his dorm room. There was a small handwritten note attached to the outside. Thanks for taking care of me was written in sloppy penmanship with her name signed at the bottom. The note was in his pocket now. He checked every few minutes to make sure it was still there.

Bakugou could recognize her craftsmanship in the costumes around him. His classmates were decked out in the gear she had made for them, each detail perfectly aligned with their character. Even he had to admit that he felt cool in his new equipment. It fit better than anything he'd worn, and it felt like him. 

Kirishima and Kaminari had the left the table long ago, charming up a storm with the important figureheads attending. Part of him envied their ability to converse so easily. It came naturally to them, and it paid off in their connections. Sure, Bakugou didn't want connections, but it bothered him seeing others excel at things he struggled with.

The two dunderheads interrupted his thoughts when they slumped into the two chairs to his left. Kirishima was whispering in earnest to a terrified looking Kaminari. "Dude, breathe!" It seemed like he was trying not to laugh at Denki, but failing.

"The hell happened to you?" Bakugou grunted, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair.

"The girls just got here, and... well..." Kirishima started, but Denki cut him off.

"Bakugou, I CANNOT be around Jirou. I won't be able to control myself. Her new costume is--it's--" He looked like he was going to hyperventilate.

"What's wrong with it?" Bakugou deadpanned.

Kirishima couldn't help it. He cackled. "Bro, they look hot. Kaminari's dick is doing all his thinking--"

"Shut up!" Denki cried, elbowing Eijirou away. "I'll be fine, I just need a minute."

Bakugou was about to make fun of Kaminari for getting so worked up, but then he saw her.

Y/N walked through the doors, late, her motorcycle helmet under her arm. He had to hold his jaw back from dropping when he saw her dress. Bakugou was not the kind of person to care about clothes, but he was pretty sure Y/N was wearing simply the best dress that had ever been made. It hugged her body in all the right places, leaving spaces that showed a delicious amount of skin, and his throat tightened when he saw her face.

Y/N was beautiful. Had he really never noticed that before? Had her eyes always looked like that? No, he already knew she was stunning, but tonight his heart was practically jumping out of his chest because of it. He was short circuiting. He couldn't form a single thought other than Y/N, Y/N, Y/N.

"Do I seriously have to babysit both of you now?" Kirishima whined. "Get it together, guys! We have people to impress!"

Bakugou snapped out of it and glared at his friend. "I'm fucking fine. I'm getting a drink." 

He made his way over to the refreshments, wanting to get away from the hormones and the pounding in his ears. He snatched one of the available water cups and downed it as quickly as he could. The ice burned, but not as much as his cheeks. He had never been excited to see a girl before, and part of him was ashamed that--

"So, what do you think?"

He whipped around, almost spilling his water. There she was, beaming up at him. God, she smelled nice. Was her presence always this warm? Since when did her smile make his body shiver? Fuck, did she say something? 

"Uh.."

"Of your suit, dumbass. Do you like it?" Without warning, she grabbed his hips and spun him around to get a better look, checking him out shamelessly. "Damn. Even if you don't like it, I definitely do. Suits you well. Does it feel okay?"

"It's fine," he grumbled, going to take another sip of his water only to realize it was empty. He was using every ounce of his strength not to look at her chest. His eyes ached with the resistance. 

"Excuse me! Waitress! Where's my champagne?" Some old man whistled rudely to get Y/N's attention, interrupting their conversation.

Bakugou growled. "The fuck did you just say to her?" He started walking towards the man, clearly about to throw hands, but Y/N grabbed his arm to hold him back. "Waitress? You're talking to one of the best engineers in the goddamn field--"

"Bakugou, it's okay," she whispered to him, then cleared her throat and turned back to the old man. "Kindly fuck off, sir. I'm not a waitress."

Bakugou cackled at her response, reveling in the sight of the asshole turning red and grumbling before turning to find someone else to bother.

"Best in the field, huh? How sweet," she teased.

"I said one of. Fuck off," he grumbled, his cheeks feeling warm again. 

She waved her hand dismissively. "Whatever, Dynamight. Have you seen Hawks?"

His stomach flipped at the question, anger rising in his throat. "What, looking for another hookup?"

The minute the words left his mouth, he regretted it.

"What?" The way she said it told him he was not supposed to respond. "Are you... are you trying to slut shame me or some shit?"

"I mean, Hawks? Really Y/N?" Why are you doing this? You're ruining everything, he thought to himself.

Y/N gaped at him. "Are you serious right now?" Her voice cracked at the last word.

He didn't respond. His mind screamed at him to respond, to say anything, but he didn't know what. He stood there silently like an idiot. He knew how much of a jerk he looked like right now, but he couldn't bring himself to say anything to refute it. 

It was too late though. Y/N was hurt.

"I thought we were friends, man. But you don't get to make me feel bad for that shit. Not okay." 

She stared at him, waiting for a response that never came. He couldn't look her in the eye. 

"Forget it." She turned and walked away, leaving him more angry at himself than he'd ever been.

He made his way back to the his table, ignoring the old men trying to start conversations with him, and sat back down in his chair with a huff.

"Alright, what happened?" Kirishima asked, scooting his chair closer to his friend.

Bakugou was about to snap at him, but couldn't find the energy. "Doesn't fucking matter. It's over now." He looked up at the crowd, his eyes falling on Kaminari and Jirou who were now flirting with each other. They were standing so close they were almost kissing, and for some reason it hurt to look at. Guilt and jealousy were clouding his mind too heavily. He wished that could've been him and Y/N. 

It almost had been. How did he fuck that up so hard? He had just wanted to find out if her and Hawks were still an item, if she still wanted him. It had come across so poorly that he grimaced thinking about it.

"Yikes," Kirishima muttered. Bakugou looked to see what he was talking about, and when he saw, a new wave of anger flooded through him. 

Y/N and Hawks were in the corner. Hawks was leaning his elbow on the wall above her shoulder, his other hand caressing her face.

Bakugou felt his body burning from the inside out with jealousy. Don't fucking touch her. His hands were formed in such tight fists that his fingers screamed at him to stop, but he couldn't look away. His body clenched watching them chat. Y/N said something that made Hawks laugh, and he had taken that opportunity to move closer to her.

Hawks finished their conversation and planted a small kiss on her cheek before striding away, a small smile on his face.

"I'm sorry dude," Kirishima said sadly, reaching a hand out to place on Bakugou's shoulder, but Bakugou yanked away and got up to leave.

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Bakugou's tantrum and early exit were interrupted by All Might who blocked him at the door. "What's the hurry, young one?"

"Get outta my way, old man," Bakugou threatened. "I'm leaving this shitshow."

All Might chuckled. "I had a feeling this wasn't going to be your type of setting. I'm not really one for public events, either, but I have a feeling you'll want to stick around a while longer," he hinted, pointing towards the front of the room.

On the stage at the end of the event hall, Aizawa was climbing up to the microphone. His usual messy hair was tied back in a neat ponytail and he wore a fancy suit. Bakugou had only seen his teacher in formal attire once before. The difference was unsettling, but his facial expression remained the familiar tired countenance. "If I could please have everybody's attention..."

Bakugou sighed at All Might, silently agreeing to stay for the message, but he planned to leave as soon as it was finished. He slumped against the wall and crossed his arms impatiently, waiting to hear the speech.

"I'd like to thank all of you for being here. Our students have worked very hard to make names for themselves, and it's rewarding to see them finding agencies where they can contribute to society." Bakugou rolled his eyes, but All Might nudged him to keep paying attention.

"These past few years, I've had the opportunity to work with our next generation of heroes, and I can say without a doubt that they are going to change the world. I've never been more proud, and I hope you can see what I see in them."

Bakugou heard a sniffle, and to his left he spotted Deku tearing up. "Get it together," he grumbled. 

"It's been a long journey. They've given so much to enter this field, and they all have so much potential. Every single one of these students is going to contribute more than we'll ever understand. With their abilities, they'll save lives."

The room erupted in applause, and Bakugou felt pride at his teacher's words and the praise from the agencies around him. He did deserve recognition for his contributions. 

"Before I let you return to the event, I'd just like to say that any one of these kids would be an incredible asset for your agency. Thank you for your time." He left the stage after a slight nod of the head, disappearing into the crowd again as the volume returned to normal. There was music playing now-- some background jazz that made Katsuki want to puke.

After Aizawa's speech, the agency representatives seemed to flock to him and his peers with newfound vigor. He had previously been able to avoid conversation, but it was futile now. Stuck up old men were picking him out of the crowd as the winner of several events, remembering his spiky blonde hair and ugly aura. Even Best Jeanist returned with a compliment on his suit. The reminder of Y/N sent a jolt of guilt to his chest.

He felt like he had been socializing for hours, and his energy was almost all depleted. He was starting to get cranky, and Kirishima had to pull him away from a conversation that was growing increasingly confrontational (they had said something about putting him in a partnership with another hero). "Mina has alcohol if you want some," Kirishima whispered. "The liquid courage helps."

"I don't need that shit. I'm fine," he growled, but even as he said that he felt a wave of exhaustion pass through him. "When does this fucking party end?"

"I think in an hour or two, but the gang wants to go out for food after this. You gonna tag along?"

Bakugou scoffed. "What, so I can parent your drunk asses? No fucking thanks." He looked around, assessing the room. "I'm getting out of this hellhole. Don't snitch or I'll kill you."

Kirishima patted his shoulder. "Alright, man. Stay safe."

Exiting the ballroom into the hallway felt like a breath of fresh air. The relief of leaving the event was almost orgasmic. He had fought some of the world's worst villians, and he'd prefer that over pompous parties any day. Why did hero work have to involve so much talking?

The hallways were dark and quiet, only the faint sound of conversation bleeding through the walls. Without students bustling along and no sunshine through the windows, it felt haunting.

He pushed through the front doors of the school, the cold air calming him down. Instinctively, he looked for Y/N's bike, but he found something much more confusing.

Y/N was on the ground, leaned against her polished motorcycle with a bottle in her hand. There were streaks of black mascara and eyeliner running down her face. She looked barely conscious, and her shoes were on the ground next to her. 

"Y/N, what... what the hell?" He rushed over to her and snatched the bottle from her hand to read the label. 

"Absinthe? Where the fuck did you get this?" He demanded. "Do you know how strong this shit is? What were you thinking?"

Y/N blinked, trying to focus on the sight in front of her. "Bakugou. Gimme back my drink." She reached out to grab the bottle back, but her movements were slowed from her drunken stupor. Her arm slumped to the ground beside her. "I was drinking that." She tried to sit up, but her body seemed to heavy for her to handle and she collapsed against her bike again.

"Yeah, I fucking noticed. How much have you had?" Her eyes were drifting shut and he grabbed her chin to steady her. "Y/N," he snapped, trying to get her to focus. "Look at me. What the hell is going on?"

A grimace grew on her face and she rubbed her eyes, only making more of a mess of her mascara. "I lost my quirk, man. I'm never gonna be Whirlwind again." Tears started spilling from her eyes again, but she didn't cry. She was too tired to cry. "I'm just gonna be Y/N. Shitty Y/N. All I got is this damn bike. And American fucking hospital bills..." she slurred, hitting her head against her motorcycle.

"Whirlwind? What are you talking about?"

Y/N reached into the cleavage of her dress, pulling out a crumpled newspaper article and handing it to him without looking up. He opened it up to read it. It was a clipping from an American newspaper.

NUMBER THREE AMERICAN HERO, WHIRLWIND, SAVES SCHOOL FROM BOMB VILLIAN!

Underneath the headline was a photo of Y/N. She was in the sky, wind swirling around her keeping her afloat. She was positively beaming. Bakugou felt sick.

"You were... you were number three? And your quirk, it..." It was incredible. The potential for power was insane. He couldn't even imagine seeing her in her prime, before...

"I was hot shit, Katsuki! I know!" she said, but it came off as more of a yell. "Everybody fuckin' loved me. I had it all, dude. I was gonna be number one in America... then that goddamn jackhole took my goddamn quirk--"  This time, Y/N did start crying, her face in her hands as she sobbed. "Aizawa said you fuckers have so much potential, and he's right. You have so much you're still gonna do. But I'm stuck here. I can't do shit, Bakugou. I'm never going to be that again!" She cried, jabbing her finger at the article. 

Bakugou's heart broke. How had she been shouldering this for so long? Why did she not tell him? He wished that he could be angry, but all he felt was pure sadness for her. God, she deserved so much better. She was only 18. "Can you stand?"

Y/N grabbed the motorcycle to try and hoist herself up, but fell back to the ground almost immediately. "I can't even walk! That's how fucking useless I am!"

"Stop saying that shit. C'mere." He slipped his arms underneath her and lifted her, holding her bridal style against his chest as he turned to start the walk home.

"Where we goin, Kat?" She mumbled. 

Bakugou had dealt with drunk people before. Kirishima got drunk loads of times. But he had never seen someone this drunk before. Her usual sweet scent was overpowered by the smell of booze. She curled against his chest, holding onto his shirt collar.

"We're getting you home." He held her tighter, keeping her as close as he could. Her hair still smelled like her black coffee, and if he thought about it too much it would be too distracting. She was heavy, but he'd done more than enough weight training for something like this; and having her this close gave him more than enough strength.

"I don't think I like being drunk," she said, looking up at him as he held her. "God, you're pretty though."

He tried not to flush red at the comment. "God, you really are drunk," he mumbled, trying to focus on putting one foot in front of the other as he walked onward.

"Sure. Doesn't make you any less pretty though," she said, trying to tease him but failing as her words slurred together. The streetlamps illuminated his path every couple of feet. The sound of crickets filled the air, feeling oddly calming. "Where are we going?" Y/N chirped.

Bakugou rolled his eyes. "Back to the dorms, dumbass. I just said that." He was losing patience now.

"Oh." She paused for a minute, looking confused. "Why are you doing this for me?"

"I take care of you, remember?" He squeezed her arm tighter as he held her, hoping she wouldn't remember what he said the next morning.

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Bakugou was about ready to kill Y/N. 

The first half of the walk home she was crying, and now she was singing some shitty American pop song at full volume, belting loud enough that they got weird looks from others on the street. No amount of telling her to shut the fuck up worked.

"Jesus Christ, you're worse than Kirishima," he growled as he carried her through the front door. The dorms were silent and filled with darkness, a different kind of energy than usual. It felt weird being the only two people in the building. 

He took her straight to the bathroom, setting her on the toilet seat as she mumbled unintelligibly. He took off his gloves and eye mask before getting to work helping Y/N. 

The light from the ceiling was jarring in comparison to the darkness they had been walking in the past little while. He grabbed a small towel from a drawer and wet it with warm water, kneeling down next to her and wiping off the wild mascara stains.

She was so sloshed she didn't even open her eyes as he did so. She probably didn't even know where she was. With one hand he held the back of her neck to keep her up and with the other he gently cleaned the makeup from her flushed cheeks. The room was silent as he worked on her. Bakugou finally felt relaxed for the first time in hours.

After washing her face, he stood up and threw the towel in the sink. His ears rang in the quiet. 

"Katsuki..." Y/N whined. His chest tightened hearing her say his name like that. It felt too intimate.

"What?"

"Are you mad I slept with Hawks?"

Her eyes weren't even open as she asked it. Her head was leaned against the counter, her arms dangling at her sides. She looked ridiculous.

"You can do what you want," he grunted. 

She looked up at him, making eye contact with him for the first time since their argument. "I know, but are you upset 'bout it?" 

He didn't answer her, knowing that she would likely forget she'd asked anything in a few seconds. "C'mon, let's get you to bed, dumbass." He grabbed one of her arms and slung it over his shoulder, pulling her up. She stumbled, but he was supporting most of her weight, and he led her down the hall to her room.

"You smell so good," Y/N breathed.

He rolled his eyes at her, opening her door and leading her to her bed. He sat her down and was about to leave, but she let out a whine. "I can't... reach my... Bakugou, help," she whimpered.

Hearing her voice this sweet made his hair stand up. It was getting harder to be so close to her, but he sighed in defeat and walked back to help. "What's wrong?"

"I can't unzip," she cooed, trying to reach behind her back.

What was she trying to do to him? 

Bakugou apprehensively reached behind her, finding the zipper and sliding it down slowly. He took a deep breath, trying oh so hard not to imagine anything else-- but he made the mistake of looking into her eyes as he pulled away, and she was giving him a look that made his brain melt.

She was leaning in, slowly but surely, and he couldn't move. He was frozen.

Y/N was close now. So close. The distance was only getting smaller and smaller, and he couldn't move. 

Her soft lips met his, and his body erupted in desire.

He kissed her back, reaching his hands up and cupping her face as he pressed his lips against hers. She tasted like booze, but he needed more. He moved his fingers to the back of her neck, pulling her in closer. Her lips parted and he slipped his tongue into her mouth, panting as his body ached for more, more, more. He was drunk on the feel of her.

Her hands were touching his chest and going lower, sending shocks up his body. He pulled away suddenly, realization dawning on him. "Fuck. No, we can't do this."

"Bakugou, please," she whined softly, her lips kissing his cheek and then his jawline. He couldn't move as she made her way to his neck. She was so warm, and she smelled so nice, and all he wanted was to lay her down on the bed and ruin her, but he couldn't move. Her lips were heaven against his skin. "I need you," she whimpered, and he practically moaned.

In a moment of clarity he pulling away again. "Y/N, no. You're drunk."

Her hands slipped down his torso and hooked onto his belt, pulling him back to her as she kissed him again, hungrier this time. Having her hands that low was filling his mind with wicked ideas. Her tongue made his pants feel tighter as the seconds flew by, and she tasted delicious. "Fuck," he moaned. He was aching for her now, but he yanked his lips away again for a final time. "Y/N, you're killing me..."

He stood up, ending it. He took a deep breath to try and chase the dizziness and aching desire from his body. He leaned his head back, fighting the urge to touch her again. Y/N was addictive. How could she have this much power over his body? His mind and dick were at war with each other, fighting to take charge of his actions. 

Y/N seemed to have already forgotten what happened. She laid down on her pillow, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she drifted off. Bakugou felt delirious, trying to process what had just happened. Was that real? 

He opened her door to leave, but Y/N cried for him. "Please don't go," she begged, barely able to muster the words through her exhaustion. 

He was strong, but not strong enough to refuse her again.

Already knowing it was a bad idea, Bakugou grabbed one of the stray pillows on her bed and set it on the ground beneath him, laying down. He put his hands underneath his head as he laid on his back, the exhaustion finally catching up with him as he let out a deep breath. 

"Thank you," Y/N said, barely loud enough for him to hear.

He closed his eyes, and before he could stop himself he drifted off to sleep on Y/N's bedroom floor.

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Bakugou woke the next morning with the sunrise and the sounds of birds.

It was the gentlest he'd ever slept, but when he came to, he went into an immediate panic at realizing where he was.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

He shot up, a sudden pain shooting through his back from the sleeping position he'd been in all night. To his left, Y/N was sleeping softly, still in that black dress from the night before. Guilt started building in his gut. Why had he let her kiss him? It was wrong. She was drunk. She may have not even known it was him. And why in the hell did he think it was okay to spend the night in her room?

Bakugou had to get out of there as soon as possible.

Quietly, as not to disturb the sleeping beauty next to him, he climbed up and softly stepped to the door. As gently as he could he turned the knob and slipped out. He closed it behind him and started walking down the hall, but stopped dead in his tracks when he looked up.

Kirishima was at the other end of the hall, jaw dropped and eyes wide. "No fucking way--" he started, but Bakugou waved his arms frantically to shush him.

He dashed over to his friend and grabbed his shirt. "Tell anyone and your dead. Nothing happened. We didn't do anything, she was drunk, I was just taking her home. I didn't-- I wouldn't--"

Kirishima didn't respond, pure shock on his face as Bakugou shook him around. Then, Kirishima started cackling. "Holy shit. Katsuki Bakugou has a crush. Never in my days did I ever think I'd see this!" His volume was getting higher, so Bakugou slammed his hand over Kirishima's mouth to silence him.

"Listen, nothing happened! Y/N just got wasted last night, and she couldn't walk. I couldn't just fucking leave her there. I do not have a crush."

Kirishima squinted at him, giving him a look as he pushed Bakugou's hand away. "I knew you were a hothead, but I didn't think you were an idiot, too."

Bakugou bristled at the insult. "The fuck are you talking about?"

"You're so dense you don't even realize you like her. You took her home, slept in her room, and still don't think you've got feelings for that girl?"

Katsuki glared at his friend, but couldn't think of a single thing to say. His mind was racing. Everything was happening too quickly for him to feel in control and he despised the feeling. "I don't," he said, but even as the words left his mouth, he knew it was a lie.

Kirishima shook his head, but not in anger. He looked... disappointed. For some reason, that was worse. "Whatever, man," he sighed. "As long as it was consensual. If it wasn't, I will kill you."

"I would never! Jesus Christ!" Bakugou snapped.

"I know, I know. Just making sure," Eijirou reassured, raising his hands in surrender. "But if you need to talk or anything, I'm here man. Love you bro." He patted Katsuki on the back as he continued to walk down the hallway to the common room.

"She kissed me," Bakugou blurted.

Kirishima turned around to look at him, but Bakugou couldn't read his facial expression. He was always bad at reading people's body language.

"I...I kissed her back. But I stopped. I didn't want to do shit if she was drunk, but I--" He wasn't expecting the words to come out of his mouth, but God, it felt good to say something. "I think I fucked up. I shouldn't have let her kiss me." He rubbed his head in frustration.

Kirishima stilled for a moment, thinking. "I don't think you need to worry, man." He cocked his head to the side. "I mean... nothing happened. You stopped anything from happening."

"Yeah, but I... we fucking kissed, Ei," he mumbled, and his face started to heat up as he said it. Was he blushing? "And she was so damn wasted. I don't think she would've done it sober. That's what... that's what fucking sucks." He looked at the ground. "I don't want this shit to ruin anything."

Kirishima walked back to his friend and put his hand on his shoulder. "Hey. It's not ruined unless you want it to be."

~~~

"Hey, I uh... I need to talk to you," Y/N said, approaching Hawks.

He turned to face her, a surprised smile on his face. "Hi there, kid. What can I do for you?" His eyes drifted up and down her body, admiring the black dress. "God, you look stunning."

Y/N ignored the compliment. "I uh... I think I was too harsh with you. Last week, I mean. I didn't know that you were forced to do what you did." She looked at her shoes, embarassment washing over her. "You could've told me, you know."

Hawks looked around to see if anyone was listening, and pulled her towards the corner of the room for privacy before speaking. He didn't trust the other people at the party, and he didn't want Y/N to get the bad end of tabloids again because of him. "Look, I wanted to tell you, I just..." he ran his fingers through his hair, frustrated. "They told me to cut contact with you. I still don't even know who 'they' are-- but All Might said this thing was bigger than I understood, and I didn't want to argue." He looked her in the eyes. "I'm really sorry, babybird."

"You're a chicken, dude," Y/N teased. "Not a Hawk."

He laughed at her comment, leaning his elbow on the wall next to her. "I suppose that's not too far off sometimes. But hey, I'm not all bad." He paused for a minute, then raised his hand to caress her cheek. "Wanna get out of here?"

Y/N looked up at him for a moment, and Hawk's heart jumped in excitement, but she gave him a sad smile. "Sorry, Keigo. Not this time." Her eyes darted to Bakugou for a split second, but it was enough for Hawks to understand. She wasn't available anymore.

He chuckled and kissed her cheek. "Alright, kid. Take care of yourself."

Y/N woke with her worst (and first) hangover over her life.

Everything was too bright, too spinney, and too nauseating. Her head weighed a thousand pounds as she lifted it from her pillow, and the blood rushing to her ears made her forehead throb in pain. She rubbed her eyes and groaned as she sat up. She wished the damn world would stop spinning so much.

Once she was sure she wasn't going to puke, she mentally tried to rearrange the puzzle of the night before. Her dress was unzipped, but still on, and one of her pillows was on the ground. Nothing was making sense.

Images of the night before flashed in her mind. Her conversation with Hawks, Aizawa's speech, Mina telling her where the alcohol was stashed, and walking out to her motorcycle-- after that, things got fuzzy. She touched her lips for a moment, a memory on the tip of her tongue, but it faded as quickly as it came. All she could remember was Bakugou's voice saying Y/N, you're killing me...

Thinking too hard only made her head hurt worse. Her mouth felt dry and tasted revolting from the alcohol. Why did she think that was a good time to try drinking? Y/N made a mental note to never have another drop-- especially of whatever the fuck Mina had given her.

She limped to the bathroom, her legs jelly beneath her. In the sink was a wet washcloth with dark streaks on it. Makeup. Looking at herself in the mirror, she saw that hers was cleaned off. Alright, so I washed my face at least, she thought, proud of herself for piecing something together; but to the left of the sink were Bakugou's gloves and face mask, only making it more confusing. Was Bakugou there when she took her makeup off? Or did he come into the bathroom after her? How did she get home?

The lack of information was starting to make her nervous. Had something happened? Had she said or done something dumb? Trying to remember felt like trying to read a different language. Also, where the hell were her shoes?

The headache from thinking too hard was getting too intense, and she stripped down to take a shower, washing off the gross feeling from the night before-- then a memory flashed in her mind of her being carried. She remembered the smell of smoke and caramel, and her blood ran cold. Had Bakugou carried her home?

A new kind of fear clouded her mind as the hot water spilled down her body. She didn't remember a single thing she had said or done with him, and that was horrifying. What if she had done something dumb and fucked up their friendship? What if she ruined everything?

She finished her shower and wrapped a towel around herself, feeling better physically but much worse mentally. There was too much anxiety about what had happened. She would have to ask Bakugou, as awkward as it might be, and hope that they were still okay. They had to be okay.

After putting lotion on her face, she exited the bathroom, bumping into-- Fuck.

Bakugou.

She looked up at him and squeaked, tightening the towel around her. "Fuck. Sorry."

He didn't seem to hear what she said. His eyes were drifting lower, an unreadable expression on his face. She could feel her skin heating up under his gaze. His tongue darted out of his mouth to wet his lips.

"Um... so here's a dumb question..." she gulped. "Did you bring me home last night?"

Bakugou seemed to snap out of it, looking into her eyes again. "You... don't remember." He seemed to relax a bit hearing that. "Your drunk ass couldn't even walk. Had to haul you back here."

Y/N put her face in her hand and groaned. "God, I knew it. I'm so sorry." She knew what she had to ask, but wasn't sure if she was ready for the answer. "Did I... do anything else?"

He only stared at her for a moment, but his mind seemed to be racing. "No," he said after a gap of silence, looking down at his hands. "No, you didn't. Just sang some shitty American pop song and cried for a bit."

She sighed with relief. "Thank god. I mean... I'm sorry about that. Trust me, it won't happen again. I'm gonna be sober the rest of my damn life," she joked. "Do you know how to fix a hangover?"

"Maybe don't drink half a bottle of absinthe, dumbass," he deadpanned, flicking her forehead. "I don't drink. Ask Kirishima. You guys can be disgusting drunks together."

She flipped him off and stuck her tongue out at him before going back into her room, trying not to think about how his morning voice made her legs shake.

Chapter Text

BAKUGOU: Where are you?

TINKERBELL: Can't train today

BAKUGOU: Why the hell not? Fucking coward

TINKERBELL: I'm tired asshole, I don't want to

BAKUGOU: Lazy excuse

TINKERBELL: Fine. Fuck you

TINKERBELL: I draw the line at cardio though

Bakugou snarled in frustration at Y/N's texts. What kind of shit was she trying to pull? How the hell did she expect to get better if she didn't put the work in?

He used the punching bag in front of him to vent his anger. Since when was she the kind of person to give up so easily? She was better than that. They both knew it. He found himself checking the time way more than usual, those 10 minutes feeling like hours.

When she finally showed up, he started regretting pushing her to come.

Y/N had dark circles under her eyes and she trudged into the room like a reanimated corpse. "I'm ready," she grumbled. "Let's get this shit over with." She chucked her bag onto the ground and stretched her arms above her head.

"The hell happened to you?"

Y/N grunted as she bent down to touch her toes. "Therapy."

"Isn't therapy supposed to help?"

"Memory therapy, dumbass," she grumbled at him. "Didn't sleep much."

Bakugou frowned. "Why are you doing it at the asscrack of dawn? Just do it during the day."

"I work during the day, remember?" she said, rubbing her eyes with her fists like a toddler. "Your class's shitty gear isn't gonna fix itself."

Bakugou suddenly didn't feel like working out, which was a new sensation for him. He looked at the clock on the wall above them. 6:30 AM. Class didn't start for another hour and a half. "When did you last eat?"

Y/N frowned, thinking about his question. She started counting on her fingers. "Hmm... think I had lunch yesterday. Yeah."

Katsuki growled at her. "Are you fucking kidding me? Why do you never fucking eat?"

"I'm broke as shit, dude!" She cried out. "I've got like... six dollars in my bank account."

"Why the hell are you so poor?"

Y/N laughed at the ridiculousness of his question. "I don't have a job, man. This bitch is here doing free labor," she joked, jabbing her thumbs into her chest.

"YOU'RE NOT GETTING PAID?!" Bakugou roared.

"I'm hiding from international terrorists, dumbass. My finances are the last thing on anybody's mind. They probably just haven't gotten around to it yet."

He stormed over to his workout bag and yanked out his wallet, counting up money from a fat stack of cash and shoving it at Y/N. "For the damn gear."

Y/N shook her head, refusing to take it. "No. I'm not taking your money. They'll probably pay me soon."

"I dont' care, I'm paying you now. Take it or I'll kill you."

She didn't move.

He snarled at her, grabbing her wrist and yanking her out of the gym and down the hallways of the quiet school.

"Let go of me, you dickhead–" Y/N tried to yank her hand from his grip as he pulled her forward, but he was too strong for her. He didn't even acknowledge that she was putting up a fight.

They didn't stop until they were in front of that tiny corner bakery he had come to last week, and then he finally released her wrist. Y/N rubbed it, glaring at him. "What's your deal?" She demanded.

"I'm keeping you from fucking dying, that's my deal." He turned back to the cashier with an angry look on his face, and she flinched at his abrasiveness. "What's your biggest meal?"

"Bakugou, I don't need–"

He whipped back around, seething. "Am I talking to you, Tinkerbell? No. Shut the fuck up." He turned back to the cashier, who now looked horrified. "Get me some fucking food, please. And a black coffee." He slammed some money on the counter, grabbed Y/N's wrist, and yanked them towards a table. He shoved her down into one of the chairs and sat down across from her.

They sat in silence for a bit, Y/N growing more and more uncomfortable. "Thank you," she grumbled.

"You need to eat, Y/N. I mean it. If I find out one more time that you're not taking care of yourself, I'll–"

"You'll kill me. I get it."

He reached across the table and grabbed her chin, forcing Y/N to look at him. "Three meals a day, got it? And get that damn paycheck sorted out with Aizawa or I'll kill him too."

Y/N yanked away. "Fine, fine!" She looked away, trying not to blush at how he had grabbed her.

A very scared looking cashier walked up to their table with a tray that looked fit for a party of people, setting it down before scurrying away quickly.

"Holy shit," Y/N breathed. "There's no way we can eat this much."

"You're a coward," He said, thrusting a pair of chopsticks into her hand.

For someone who was so aggressive, Bakugou was a very polite eater. He didn't make a mess or drop even a grain of food, but his speed was rather impressive. Y/N tried not to laugh at the sight in front of her as she ate.

"So who told you about Hawks?" Y/N asked, taking another bite.

Bakugou stopped chewing for a moment, not expecting the question. Y/N was nothing if not blunt. "Kaminari."

Y/N laughed. "I should've known. Well, you know what that means, right?"

Bakugou frowned at her. He clearly didn't.

"You gotta tell me about your sexual history now to even the playing field."

Katsuki almost choked. "What the fuck? No."

Y/N was anticipating that answer. "Hm. I guess I can't ask that of a virgin, can I? Unless you want to talk about your sexual history with your hand. I bet you guys go way back," she teased, taking another bite of food nonchalantly as if her words weren't making him red.

"Jesus, what is wrong with you?" he whispered, looking around to make sure no one else had heard the disgusting phrases coming from her mouth.

"Katsuki Bakugou can't handle sex talk, huh? Noted." A smirk started growing on her face, and anger started rising in his throat.

"Fuck off. I can handle it. And I'm not a virgin."

"Alright, then tell me about your sexual history. It's only fair."

Bakugou was getting flustered, and the sight only excited Y/N. It was so rare she had power over him like this, and it was exhilarating. She needed more.

He didn't take another bite. Instead he looked out the window beside them, trying to get his head in the game. He hated being thrown off like this, and he hated that Y/N was enjoying it even more. Not being in control was making him anxious. How to get the power back...?

An idea formed in his mind, and he tried to hold back the evil smile that was pushing at his lips.

"Last year, I fucked some girl from a party." If he was going to pull this off, he was going to have to let her think she was still winning. These competitions were the foundation of their conversations, and he knew that.

"Who was she?" Y/N asked, digging in deeper. Gotcha.

Bakugou started describing Y/N's traits, going into graphic detail, even down to the eyes and attitude. Y/N started to look squeamish, but didn't say anything. Bakugou's plan had worked. It was close enough of a similarity that she noticed, and pictured herself, but not enough that she could call out the similarities without looking conceited.

"I took her back to my room. She made all kinds of cute little noises when I touched her. It was so easy getting her wet..." His voice was getting quieter and deeper. Y/N started to turn red. It was working.

"She begged for me. She was so loud. I had to pin her down and put my hand over her mouth to keep her from screaming my name and waking the neighbors," he bragged, whispering the words slowly. Y/N was starting to shrink down into her chair, squirming. The smile had vanished, and now she was biting her lip.

"Jesus, stop!" She breathed.

Bakugou leaned back in his chair, putting his hands behind his head as he smirked. "What, Y/N can't handle sex talk?"

Y/N gasped when she realized what he had done. "You absolute fuckhead! Was any of that even real? Or were you just being a petty asshole?" She demanded, and somehow, her blush got even redder.

Bakugou couldn't help it. He laughed at her, enjoying watching her unable to function with embarassment. She was adorable when she was so flustered.

"If you want more information, I can tell you more," he teased.

Y/N turned all of her focus on the food now, knowing that if she kept looking at him while he was teasing her like this then she wouldn't be able to control herself. She shoveled food into his mouth as he gloated silently, the throbbing between her legs almost unbearable.

"I've told you before, Tinkerbell. Don't start something if you can't finish it."

Chapter Text

Bakugou and Y/N had finished their breakfast that was definitely not a date and were making their way back to the gym to pick up their bags.

"Check out this photo I found," Y/N said, cracking up as she shoved her phone into his face. On the screen was a photo of him years ago during his internship with Best Jeanist, his usual spikey hair flattened against his head. "You look like an egg!" She laughed.

"You dumbass, gimme that," he snapped, reaching for her phone, but she pulled away, keeping it far from his grasp.

"No fucking way, dude. I'm keeping this forever."

Bakugou fumed. "Delete it now or I'll kill you."

Y/N shook her head, beaming at him. "Nope. Not gonna happen. Should I frame it maybe? I bet Kirishima wants a copy," She joked, pretending to think about it as she stroked her chin.

Katsuki lunged for it, missing again, making Y/N laugh even harder. "You're a pain in the ass, you know that?" Before she could respond, he yanked her into his grasp with one arm and finally retrieved her phone with the other.

"That's not fair, you're bigger than me!" Y/N whined, trying to elbow him, but his arm was wrapped too tightly around her. She couldn't move.

Once he finished deleting it, he handed it back to her. "Not my fault you're short as shit." He flicked her forehead before walking into the gym, but once he opened the door, he stopped dead in his tracks.

"What's the hold up?" Y/N joined him at the door. "Oh. Damn."

In the corner of the gym, Midoriya and Uraraka were locked in an intense makeout session. They hadn't even noticed Y/N and Bakugou enter the room.

The two of them stood dumbfounded watching their friends grind on each other.

Uraraka was the first to notice, shrieking and shoving Midoriya back. He turned, making eye contact with Bakugou, and his eyes widened. Y/N had never seen a man so red. Bakugou had an unreadable expression on his face. Y/N slapped her hand over her mouth, trying not to laugh.

"Y/N! It's not what it looks like!" Uraraka cried out.

"Yeah, this isn't– I'm not– we're–" Izuku stammered, a very visible bulge in his pants.

Y/N started laughing her ass off.

"Fucking digusting," Bakugou muttered, and Y/N elbowed him.

"Just cause you aren't getting any tongue doesn't mean you have to be an ass," Y/N teased.

Bakugou bit his lip to keep from saying anything, trying not to remember the sensation of her lips on his. "You sure about that?" he deadpanned, looking her straight in the eye.

Y/N frowned, not understanding what he meant. He sighed.

~~~

Y/N had linked arms with Ochaco, accompanying her back to class, teasing her friend relentlessly. Deku and Bakugou walked behind the two of them awkwardly, refusing to make eye contact with each other.

Once they entered the classroom, Y/N dashed over to Mina, yanking Uraraka with her. "Mina, you're not gonna believe this shit," she gushed.

Uraraka's face was pink as Y/N explained the situation.

"What's up with them?" Kaminari asked.

"Uraraka and Deku were sucking mouth," Bakugou grunted, grimacing in disgust.

The rest of the boys whooped and cheered for Midoriya, who still looked like a deer in the headlights.

"Right on, my dude!" Kirishima laughed, giving his friend knuckles. "What's got you so sour, Bakubro?"

"He's jealous that Deku is getting some and he isn't," Y/N mocked from across the room.

Kirishima smirked. "Oh no, he's is definitely getting action, aren't you Kat?" he joked, and Bakugou smacked the back of his head.

"Shut it, Shitty Hair!"

Y/N felt her heart sink and Bakugou noticed her smile fade from across the room. He didn't want Y/N thinking he was hooking up with someone else, but he couldn't exactly tell her that without looking like an idiot.

Y/N's mood fell after that. How did she not know that Bakugou was seeing someone? Why the close contact and teasing if he had someone else on his mind?

Bakugou picked up on it, and part of him was proud that he was able to make her jealous. She looked cute with her brow furrowed. He wanted to rub it in her face. This is how he felt when he saw her with Hawks.

~~~

Katsuki wasn't really one to spend much time online. His friends had begged him to make social media accounts, but he refused, knowing they were a total waste of time. Every once in a while he would check hero ratings and news headlines, and this was one of those times.

The blue light from the screen hurt his eyes in the darkness of his room. It was 8:00, almost his bedtime, but his curiosity got the better of him. He laid down on his bed, opening up a search engine.

In the search bar, he typed Whirlwind.

There was a strange feeling in his chest as he saw different photos. She looked much different. Her hair was shorter and she didn't have eyebags from exhaustion for once. In every single photo, she was beaming– a smile so radiant she was almost unrecognizable. He wasn't sure he'd ever seen her smile like that.

There were countless headlines about her, overwhelmingly positive– but the most recent ones were concerning. They were speculations about where she'd disappeared to, if she was still alive, if she had retired. All questions were inconclusive. Did she know that America was still searching for her?

There were even articles about her and Hawks featuring photos of the two of them. It looked like they'd done missions together. That was less fun to look at.

Praise and recognition for her accomplishments were everywhere. She'd seriously made a name for herself, and there was a new understanding of the pain she'd gone through in losing it all. The fact that him and Deku were the only friends of hers who knew made it hurt worse.

Embarrassingly, he went back to looking at photos of her– but it soon paid off when he found a very unflattering photo of her yelling at Hawks on the street. There was no context for the photo, but it wasn't necessary– the picture was hilarious.

Bakugou screenshotted the photo and sent it her.

BAKUGOU: 15924.jpg

BAKUGOU: I win.

He snickered at his victory in their unspoken ugly-photo-competition as he set his phone down to go to bed, but she texted back almost immediately.

TINKERBELL: Jesus fuck how did you get that

He didn't feel a need to respond. It was more satisfying letting her know he'd won and leaving it at that. But she just kept texting.

TINKERBELL: you fuckhead i swear to god if you show anyone that

TINKERBELL: delete it right now

BAKUGOU: No.

TINKERBELL: I'm not fucking around Kat you better delete that shit

He laughed. He was thoroughly enjoying this.

A few moments later, there was a loud banging on his door and he jumped. "You have three seconds to cover yourself if you're naked!"  Y/N roared, and when the three seconds were up, she slammed open the door.

"Do you think Kirishima wants a copy?" He mocked, copying her teasing from earlier in the day.

She lunged for the phone, frantically doing her best to steal it from him, but as they had established earlier, he was much more powerful. He kept it away from her with ease, a shit eating grin on his face. "You won't win this," he warned. "Better fucking give up now."

She huffed in frustration before shoving him square in the chest. He fell back onto the bed, looking up at her in shock. Y/N climbed on top of him without a second thought. Now being able to reach it, she snatched his phone from him and sat on his lap as she quickly tried to delete it.

Bakugou's mind was blanking. Y/N was on his lap in pajama shorts and a tank top. There was too much skin showing for a thought to form in his head. She didn't even seem to notice the sexual nature of the position they were in. Once she finished deleting the photo, she held up his phone and yelled, "HAHA! I still win!"

But Bakugou still didn't respond, his brain short circuiting. All he could do was stare at her, praying to whatever God was out there that he didn't get a boner right then.

Realization seemed to dawn on her and she froze too. She climbed off quickly, changing the subject. "Where did you get that photo anyway?" she demanded. "I didn't even know it existed."

Bakugou wasn't sure how to answer that. He couldn't tell her he had googled her or else he'd look like a perv.

Y/N seemed to realize before he could defend himself. "Hang on, hang on. Did you Google photos of me, Bakugou?" she said, a smile forming on her face. "Right before bed, too." She was raising an eyebrow at him now. "I'm flattered that you chose me to help destress, Kat."

"Fuck off. It wasn't like that. Don't be gross," he muttered, but he didn't sound very convincing and they both knew it.

"Google doesn't have the good stuff. You know, you could've just asked for photos," she joked, leaning in closer to him. "Do you need some help tonight, Bakugou?" Her voice was condescending and mocking, making him even angrier.

He wanted to shut her up. He could usually formulate comebacks to her stupid jokes but he was coming up blank. All he could do was stare at her– but a wicked idea crossed his mind, and before he realized it was a bad idea, the words left his mouth.

"Help, huh? Are you gonna kiss me again?"

Y/N's smile dropped, confusion painted on her face.

"Turns out, you're a horny drunk," he spat, a wicked grin on his face. "Couldn't keep your hands off me, Tinkerbell. Have something you wanna tell me?"

It was Y/N's turn to be shocked. "No way. You're lying."

He got up from the bed, staring down at her as he crossed his arms. "Do I look like I'm fucking lying?"

"I wouldn't do that."

"But you did. And you liked it. You fucking loved it, actually," he bragged, stepping closer. "You were begging for me. I had to push you off."

Y/N was horrified. Speechless.

"Do you need some help with that little crush you've got on me?" He was menacing.

Y/N pushed him off. "I don't have a crush, asshole!" She shook her head in denial, not able to look at him. God, she was red. Her hands were clenched at her sides. "Does anyone else know I kissed you?"

"Kirishima. But don't worry, that fuckhead won't tell anyone. He'll keep your crush a secret."

Y/N was furious. "I do not have a crush!" She yelled. "You're the one who popped a boner when I sat on your lap!" She flipped him off and stormed out of his room, slamming the door behind her.

Maybe he'd crossed a line.

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Over the next few days, Y/N ignored Bakugou.

The humiliation of finding out that she had kissed him-- desperately kissed him-- was more embarassment than she could tolerate. She knew that if she was around him again, that feeling of shame would only grow. There were too many unanswered questions. Why didn't he tell her sooner? Could he see right through her and tell that the crush was genuine? Did he think the kiss was real? Had he kissed her back? 

She didn't want to ruin what they had, but this added such a strong layer of awkwardness to their relationship that she didn't even know how to talk to him. Their conversations had always been competitive banter-- but in finding out that she had kissed him, that power had all gone straight into his hands. How could she ever feel like an equal again if that had happened? 

It didn't help that Mina was planning a camping trip for the break and the entire class was invited. In the bustle of planning, there were too many instances where they were around each other. Y/N had to leave the room to keep her face from heating up and alerting her friends that something had happened. It was embarrassing enough with Kirishima knowing.

"We'll be renting a van to get to the campground," Mina said one morning at the breakfast table. "The cost will be split between all of us."

"I'll take my bike," Y/N said hurriedly. She quickly glanced at Bakugou who only glared at her-- but that could've just been his usual expression. It was too difficult to tell with him. Whatever it was, the thought of being forced into a compact van with him was already too much embarassment to deal with. "I like the drive."

Mina shrugged, not caring about it too much, but Bakugou wasn't stupid. He knew this was about him. He had been racking his brain for days trying to figure out why their last conversation had upset her so much. Wasn't it normal for them to make fun of each other? Why did finding out about the kiss make her so angry? What was so different about this?

"Momo will be making tents, but everyone needs to bring their own sleeping bags," Uraraka said. "Make sure you bring warm clothes! It'll be chilly!"

~~~

It wasn't a lie, Y/N did like to drive; it just wasn't the only reason she chose to do so.

She was slightly mad at herself for being a pussy, but she needed time to figure out what the hell she was going to do. As she rocketed down the road in front of the bus, she tried to think about her options-- preferably ones that would lead to things returning to normal.

It would be easiest to keep avoiding it, but in all honesty, she missed his company. They really were good friends, and it would break her heart if she lost that with him. There was a small bit of pride she had that she was able to make friends with the must unapproachable person in the class; Bakugou seemed to enjoy her company, and according to the group, that was rare.

She could confess her feelings for him. This option was at the bottom of the list for obvious reasons-- Bakugou would use it against her for the rest of their lives, or worse, reject her and ruin the friendship. Not an appealing choice for Y/N, and even thinking about it made her cheeks burn.

She could joke it off. Maybe he wouldn't even notice. She could force herself to go back to normal, maybe make him laugh about the situation with her, pretending that the kiss was just because she was drunk-- and they could go back to normal.

Or she could apologize. She could say that she was sorry for putting him in that situation, and that she hoped they could forget about it. Saying it was the alcohol's fault was partly true-- she wouldn't have kissed him without it--but knowing herself, it was most likely that she wasn't able to resist him anymore. There was nothing wrong with half truths.

Iida, who was driving the van, motioned for Y/N to pull off by the gas station with them. Y/N hadn't even noticed that it had been raining until she took off her helmet and the droplets ran down her head. Her jumpsuit and gloves had made her oblivious to it, and she was so deep in thought that she hadn't cared.

She held her helmet under her arm as she walked into the convenience store, Kirishima and Denki dashing in behind her. "Can we drive your bike?!" They both cried out in unison.

"Sure, if you've got a license for it," Y/N said.

They both groaned in disappointment. "C'mon, we won't tell anyone," Kaminari begged. "Just for a minute?"

"Sorry boys, not a chance. I don't trust you with my beauty," she said, nodding her head towards her bike. "I've put too much work into her to have you dunderheads crash it."

"I told you," Kaminari muttered to Eijirou, who looked equally sad about her answer.

"I'm happy to give you a ride though," Y/N said. "I don't mind guests."

They both gasped in excitement and high fived. "I call going first!" Kiri cheered as they walked away to pick out snacks.

When Y/N turned, she saw Bakugou approaching her. Fuck. She hadn't chosen what she wanted to do yet.

"Alright, spill," he snapped. "The hell is going on with you?"

"Nothing," she blurted, but it came out too quickly to be even a little bit convincing.

"What did I say? I have to know what I did to fucking apologize."

Y/N shook her head. "There's nothing to apologize for, I promise. This is a Y/N thing. Personal biz. You don't have to worry." She gave a fake smile. 

"Then why is your face turning red?" He demanded. "This clearly has to do with me."

Y/N popped her helmet back on which obstructed his view of her face. "Just sweaty from the ride, that's all." 

He snapped her visor up and glared into her eyes, stepping closer. "Is it about the kiss? Listen, It's not a--"

Y/N slapped her visor back down before he could see her reaction to mentioning the kiss. "Sorry, can't hear you."

"A helmet doesn't cover your ears! How fucking dumb do you think I am?" He was getting angrier the longer they talked. 

"Fine, Jesus! We'll talk later, okay?" She said, raising her hands in surrender. "I just need to sort my shit out." Bakugou watched her walk out of the store and hand her extra helmet to Kirishima, who looked way too happy about it. 

~~~

"So, what's going on with you and Kat?" Kirishima asked. The wind as they rode made it almost too difficult to hear him, but Y/N had practice in hearing her passengers.

She sighed. "How did even know something was up?"

"I've known him for years now. I can tell when he's just regular moody versus something pissing him off. He's upset about something, I know it."

Y/N thought for a minute, letting the noises from the motorcycle bounce around in her head. Kirishima was a natural. He didn't squeeze too tight like Deku, and he wasn't nearly as rigid as Bakugou. He seemed to actually trust her, which was a nice change of pace. "I kissed him when I was drunk apparently. I feel like I ruined things," She confessed. "He's got the ultimate upper hand against me, which makes things really weird. We usually switch off. It's hard to explain."

"Why does that give him the upper hand?" Kiri asked.

Y/N paused. "We make fun of each other a lot. Like a weird game of chicken. But it's kind of like he's always going to win now. Any teasing I do will just be shut down because I humiliated myself," she said, the embarassment coming back. "Him just bringing it up gives him an automatic win."

"I mean... I feel like it's pretty evened out. He slept in your room, which is pretty--"

"HE WHAT?!" Y/N shrieked, almost losing control of the bike. She caught herself at the last second, balancing the bike again. "What do you mean he slept in my room?!"

"Oh shit, I thought you knew," Kiri said, laughing nervously. "That's how I found out you guys kissed. He walked out of your room the next morning and said you'd kissed him."

"Well now I'm worried it was more than a kiss!" Y/N cried, her head spinning. What the hell else had she done? Her heart was racing in panic.

"No no no, you guys didn't do anything else," Kirishima reassured. "I think he wanted to keep an eye on you. Make sure you were safe."

Her heart softened hearing that, but was it actually true? He had bought her breakfast, yelled at that man at the party for her, helped her feel comfortable fighting again, carried her home, helped clean her stitches, made her pancakes... Maybe he was just bad with words. The list of things he'd done for her got longer the more she thought about it.

"I guess, but... he's always like that, so that doesn't really even things out."

Kirishima cackled. "Bakugou? No way. He's never like that. In my three years with him I've never seen him take care of anybody. He only looks out for himself."

So all those things he'd done for her... It wasn't normal. 

"What does that mean then?" Y/N asked.

Kirishima scoffed. "You're as dumb as he is if you can't put that together yourself."

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It had been thirty minutes since they'd arrived at the campsite. Y/N and Kaminari still hadn't shown up. They'd pulled over a while back, and figuring they'd catch up quickly, they kept going without them. They were beginning to get worried, but then Kaminari sprang through the bushes. "Oh, thank god!" He cried. "Y/N, found it!"

Y/N followed through shortly after and the group sighed with relief. 

"Jesus, I was starting to worry," Mina gushed. "What took you assholes so long?"

"This guy wanted to stop to pee, but he was a pillow princess about it," Y/N grumbled.

"I'm not a caveman! I'm not gonna just pee off the side of the road!" Kaminari argued, offended.

Y/N scoffed. "YOU HAVE A DICK. Being able to pee outside easily is, like, the second best thing about it," she snapped. 

The class laughed at their argument, but Bakugou was just angry. Though he'd never say it, he'd been really worried--especially leaving her alone with Kaminari, the class flirt.

As the sun started setting, the gang made Bakugou cook them hotdogs on the shitty grill Kirishima had brought. Bakugou complained about it the whole time, but the food was as delicious as it always was with him. He was wearing the black tank top again. It was almost impossible not to look at his arms as he worked the grill. When he ran his hands through his hair Y/N almost choked on her damn hotdog.

"Jesus, Pinky, can't you go one damn party without busting out that disgusting shit?" Bakugou growled. Mina had whipped out a pack of beers and was passing them out. "It's terrible for you."

"I'm here for a good time, not a long time," Sero bragged, shotgunning his beer while Kirishima cheered him on. Even Deku and Uraraka were joining in.

Todoroki built a small fire at the center of their circle while Momo set up different tents. "Uraraka, are you and Midoriya going to be sharing?" She asked.

"Oooooh, Deku is gonna get some tonight!" Kaminari cackled, slapping Izuku on the back. Izuku was blushing so hard he matched the color of his scars. 

Jirou pulled Bluetooth speakers out of her bag and turned on some American rock songs while the group chatted.

"You like The Rolling Stones, huh?" Y/N asked, surprised. "I didn't know you were a fan of English music." 

Jirou shrugged. "I like good music. I don't really care about the origins." Kaminari watched her adjust her speakers with a small blush on his face. Y/N gestured for him to go talk to her, but he shook his head adamantly.

"Kaminari, what kind of music do you like?" She asked loudly, roping him into the conversation. He shot her an angry glare.

"Uh... I like Pink Floyd."

Jirou's head shot up. "Really? Which albums?" She asked excitedly.

Y/N walked away grinning, taking a seat by the fire to leave them to their chatting. Bakugou took a seat next to her without saying anything. Why was he nervous?

"Nice matchmaking. If we can't sleep because they're fucking too loud, that's on you," he grumbled, jabbing a marshmallow onto his stick and thrusting it directly into the fire. It burst into flames and he blew it out, putting it straight into his mouth without letting it cool down.

"Jesus Christ, you're gonna fuck up your mouth you demon," Y/N laughed. "Doesn't that hurt?"

"I'm not a pussy," he replied, making another marshmallow the exact same way. 

Y/N rolled her eyes at him. "Isn't it past your bedtime?" 

Bakugou shot her a glare. "I only do that when I work out."

"Ah. My mistake." She grabbed a marshmallow from the bag on his lap to make her own. She was much more delicate about it, rotating it a few seconds and hovering it over the fire.

"You ready to tell me why you've been so pissy?" He ate another scorched marshmallow as he raised an eyebrow at her.

"I wasn't pissy."

"Right. So I just imagined that you've been ignoring me then," he deadpanned.

Y/N sighed. "I was embarassed, dude. How the hell do I come back from doing something like that? I don't even remember it." She refused to look at him as the words spilled out of her mouth. "I don't know what other embarrassing shit I did."

Bakugou didn't respond. He only watched her as she fiddled with her marshmallow, refusing to look up at him. He wanted her to look at him.

"Are you mad at me?" She asked. Her voice was softer now, worried. "I'm sorry I kissed you. I know that probably put you in a really uncomfortable position."

"Stop apologizing." Bakugou stood up and walked towards his tent, pausing for a moment. "You would only need to apologize if you were a bad kisser." 

And with that, he disappeared into his tent, leaving Y/N with butterflies in her stomach.

~~~

That night, Y/N woke up screaming. 

Once she came to and remember where she was, she covered her mouth with her hand to calm herself down. Before she could stop herself there were tears spilling from her eyes. It was another one of those nightmares-- the ones where he loomed over her, his blank face looking down at her, and then that searing pain in her body when he ripped her quirk from her. She sobbed into her hand, sitting up as she tried to regain her composure. She was fine. She was safe in her tent, her classmates around her. Fuck, had she woken them up?

Her question was answered when Bakugou ripped through her tent and fell to his knees in front of her. "Fuck, Y/N, what's wrong?" he demanded, grabbing at her. She had never seen him like this. His eyes looked at her not with anger, but with concern. "Are you fucking hurt or something? What--"

"No no, I'm sorry, I'm okay," she said, her voice cracking as she wiped her eyes. "I'm sorry. Just a bad dream."

His shoulders seemed to relax, but he didn't move away from her. He stayed on his knees next to her sleeping bag. His looked visibly upset, his fists clenched.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. You can go back to bed." She tried to brush it off, but he wasn't taking it. He only watched her, his brows furrowed, not saying anything. Y/N knew what that look meant. It happened when he wanted to say something but couldn't find the words. He was pretty shit with communication, so this happened often.

Y/N sat up next to him. 

"Are you cold?" Before she even had the chance to respond, he pulled off his sweatshirt and threw it at her.

"No dude, now you'll be cold--"

"Just fucking put it on."

She was still too jittery from the dream to argue. As she slipped it on, the smell of caramel and campfire smoke filled her lungs, and that alone calmed her down a bit. It was much too big on her. The sleeves were too long and it would probably drop to her knees if she stood up.

"I get 'em too," he said. 

"Huh?"

"Nightmares," he muttered.

"Oh." she buried her face in the collar of the sweatshirt, turning to face him. "What are yours about?"

He didn't speak for a moment, staring at the floor of her tent. He glanced at her for a moment, then seemed to convince himself to talk. "Back when I was a kid, there was some shitty sludge villian," he started. He seemed hesitant to talk. "He cut off my airways, went down my throat or some shit. I couldn't move." He swapped from sitting on his knees to sitting on his butt, wrapping his arms around his knees like her. "I fucking hate tight spaces. I don't like not being in control."

Y/N was surprised that he had opened up to her. It was the first time he had told her something like this on his own terms. 

"Like claustrophobia?" she asked.

He nodded, not looking up. 

"Mine are of All for One. I see him standing over me, and it like... replays the moment when he took my quirk."

Bakugou thought about what she said. "Did it hurt?"

Y/N nodded. "Yeah. But only for a second, because after that is when it gets fuzzy." She wiggled her toes. "I don't like not knowing."

"I can tell you what happened last week. If... if that'll help or some shit," Bakugou offered.

Y/N looked up at him. "Yes. Please."

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"Check it out!" Mina cheered. "Kaminari found it when he was looking for the perfect spot to piss."

Mina had lead them through a clearing of pine trees into a large basin with a waterfall. The sound of the water almost overpowered her words– It was nearly 50 feet tall and wide enough that it created a lake. It was gorgeous.

"I didn't come here to get shamed for my bathroom preferences," Kaminari grumbled, but Mina ignored him.

"Sunscreen up!" She called, tossing several bottles to the class. Everyone had hiked there in their swimsuits, sweating and exhausted from the walk. The water was bound to provide some relief. "I'm not letting anybody in the water until their skin is UV-safe."

"Don't tell me what to do," Bakugou snapped as he rubbed sunscreen on his shoulders. He tossed the bottle behind him, which Kirishima caught, about to walk into the lake.

"You didn't put sunscreen on your– well, literally anywhere but your shoulders," Y/N scolded. "Get back here before you roast, shithead."

He didn't say anything, only flipping her off. She gave him a look and he seemed to give in, sulking back over with a glare and she squirted sunscreen on her hand to rub on his back.

That morning, the two of them had woken up in Y/N's tent sleeping a few feet apart. They had talked well into the night after her nightmare. She didn't know if it was because he felt obligated to help or if he wanted to take care of her– but either way, sticking around was a gesture she appreciated.

He'd told her about that night. That Aizawa's speech had upset her-- she'd remembered that part-- and that he found her drunk outside of the building. He'd carried her home, taken off her makeup, and laid her in bed. She'd kissed him then, and when he pulled away, she asked him to stay, so he did. The pillow on the ground had been from him. The next morning, he snuck out before she noticed.

He'd taken care of her.

He left her tent without saying anything, and it seemed that things had gone back to normal. They were arguing like usual again, and many of their friends seemed relieved to see their dynamic returning.

"I can't believe he listens to her. I've never seen him listen to anybody," Sero whispered to Kirishima, who was trying not to smile.

"He's got a soft spot for her, I think," Eijirou responded, stretching his arms above his head.

"I can hear you. You better shut the fuck up before I melt you," Bakugou growled, sparks lighting in his hands, but Y/N slapped his arm to stop him as she continued putting his sunscreen on.

"Turn," she ordered. He listened, but didn't look one bit happy about it. He was facing her now, and as she rubbed the sunscreen on his chest she tried not to thinking about how ripped he was. Her face started feeling warm, and Bakugou noticed.

"Enjoying the view, Tinkerbell?" he joked, his voice low enough that no one else heard.

"Fuck off," she retorted. "Put some on your nose or you'll look like a damn tomato." She shoved the bottle into his hands and walked away to grab a water bottle, pretending that she wasn't flustered from touching him.

Bakugou smirked. He wasn't an idiot. He knew he was fit; he worked on his physique for hours every day, and he took pride in the fact that he could crush anyone he met like a bug. Seeing how it affected Y/N only made it go to his head. Making her blush was quickly becoming a favorite activity of his. He shot her a glance as he waded into the lake with Kirishima.

"Sero, could you get my back dude?" Y/N asked, handing him the bottle and pulling her hair to the front.

Bakugou watched from the water, anger starting to boil in his chest. Sero seemed much too happy to indulge her, rubbing the sunscreen in slowly. His face was bright red in excitement. Y/N was completely oblivious to how much fun Sero was having with it, which only made Katsuki more upset.

Bakugou almost marched out of the water and blew Sero to kingdom come when he saw a tent forming in his pants as he touched Y/N, but it was over quickly, leaving Katsuki with his blood pounding. Kirishima held back a laugh, and Bakugou shot him a death glare. Sero followed Y/N into the water with a dazed look on his face, Y/N thinking nothing of it.

"Kaminari! Jirou! Want to get your asses whooped in chicken again?" Kirishima challenged, smacking his fists together.

"Oh, you're on," Jirou boasted. She grabbed Kaminari's arm and yanked him towards Y/N who was already sitting on Kirishima's shoulders.

The last time Bakugou had seen Y/N with Kirishima like this, he hadn't given a single fuck about it. This time it made his throat tighten. Kirishima's hands were on the tops of Y/N's thighs, gripping them to hold her in place on his shoulders. His hands were too high up on Y/N's legs for his liking.

Jirou had climbed on top of Kaminari across from them, hands at the ready. Denki seemed much more confident this time around, and when Sero yelled, "GO!" he ran towards Kirishima at full speed.

Neither Y/N or Kirishima were ready for that, and they stumbled back a bit, but Y/N was able to duck out of Jirou's lunge just in time. They moved clockwise around their opponents and Y/N kicked Kaminari's shoulder. It barely had an effect on them though.

"Fuck, I think they've got their shit together this time," Y/N laughed, and Kirishima joined in with her.

"No prob. We're the dream team, we got this," Kirishima bragged.

Bakugou bristled at the name they had for themselves. The dream team? Just how close were those asshats?

The fight went on for a few more minutes, the two pairs struggling back and forth. Eventually, Jirou and Denki got the upper hand, knocking Y/N backwards. She took Kirishima with her, both of them plunging into the water shrieking with laughter.

Once they resurfaced, Kirishima shook Denki's hand. "Good game, bro! You got us this time!"

"You would've won if Kirishima had better balance," Bakugou deadpanned from a few feet away, refusing to look at Y/N as she smoothed her wet hair back. 

Kirishima looked offended. "Hey, it's harder than it looks! I'm balancing for two."

Y/N lost her mind cackling at the pregnancy reference, leaning on Eijirou's shoulder to keep herself from falling back into the water with laughter. Kirishima grinned, holding her up.

"If it's so easy, you try," Kirishima challenged.

Without a word, Bakugou grabbed Y/N's hips and swiftly positioned her on his shoulders. Y/N was shocked at how effortlessly he'd pulled it off. She knew she wasn't light– he was just strong as hell. It made her heart pound.

"Hold on, I don't know if I trust Bakugou as a support," Y/N said hesitantly. "I feel like he'd sacrifice me to win."

"Damn straight. Hold on tight, Tinkerbell," Bakugou smirked, leaning towards Jirou and Kaminari at full speed.

Bakugou caught all three of them off guard, but luckily Y/N gained her bearings in time knock Jirou off of Kaminari with a powerful shove.

Jirou yelped, tumbling into the water. Bakugou barked out a loud laugh in satisfaction.

"Dude, you gotta warn me! We're a team," Y/N lectured. "We can't win if I don't know what the hell is going on!"

"Oh yeah? Tell that to Jirou," Bakugou gloated, reaching up and grabbing Y/N's waist again to set her down. They locked eyes for a moment, and he held onto her hips for a second longer than was normal. He couldn't make himself pull away.

"Y/N. Bakugou. We need to talk."

The two of them turned to face Deku, who was on the shore of the lake staring at the phone. When he looked up, there was fear in his eyes. 

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Deku had pulled the two of them aside behind the tree line, away from prying ears. He was rubbing his face in worry, struggling to get ahold of his stammering.

"I just got off the phone with All Might. Y/N, he--he knows you're here," he stammered, his voice trembling along with his hands. "All For One. He found out you're in Japan. We don't know how, but he sent out... he sent out this--it's--"

"Spit it out!" Bakugou snapped. The longer Deku talked, the more his muscles tensed in anticipation. 

"He sent out some kind of... like a bounty. He promised anyone whatever quirk they want if they bring Whirlwind to him dead or alive."

Bakugou and Y/N froze. Y/N's vision started to blur, the ground swaying beneath her feet. Her legs turned to jelly and she fell to her knees, trying to breathe through the dizziness.

"How do we know this?" Bakugou demanded.

"It's all over the news. Every news sight is covering the story. He sent out some massive message, we don't know how, but--but every villain is searching for you now. His message is everywhere, and he said you're in Japan," Midoriya breathed.

"Why her?" Bakugou roared. "She didn't fucking do anything!"

"She knows something about him. Or at least, she might remember something she knew about him. It's gotta be something big, some kind of weakness..."

Y/N was on the verge of passing out. She gripped the grass underneath her to try and steady herself. "I don't fucking know anything!" She cried. "I--I've tried, I really have, but I really don't remember anything! He's going to kill me for nothing--this is bullshit!"

Bakugou crouched down next to her and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes. "Hey! He is not going to kill you, do you hear me?" He demanded. "You need to get your shit together. We have to get you out of here."

"And go where?!" She yelled, frustration building in her voice.

"We need to get you to All Might. He has people that can keep you safe," Midoriya said. "If we can get you to the authorities--"

"Are you fucking serious? She can't go back to the city. That place will be swarming with villains looking for her," Bakugou argued.

"We have to take her to people who can keep her safe!" Midoriya yelled.

Bakugou clenched his fists. "WE ARE HEROES, DEKU! We can keep her safe!"

Y/N took a deep breath, trying to get to her feet. "I need--I need to get back to my bike. I need to go somewhere, find a place to hide," she began, her hands shaking. "No fucking way I'm staying around you guys. I'm not letting you lose your quirks too. No way in hell."

She started walking towards the campsite, but Bakugou snatched her elbow and yanked her back to his side. "Absolutely not. Don't leave my fucking side until All for One is taken care of, do you understand?" he ordered, his grip tightening.

"I'm not let you guys get fucking killed because of me!" She spat, trying to pull away.

"Stop being a damn baby! We're going to figure this out, okay?" he yelled, grabbing both of her arms now in anger. "Just... don't do something stupid!"

Y/N turned to Midoriya. "What the hell am I supposed to do? Just go for a swim until a villain shows up?" she said sarcastically.

Izuku shook his head. "We don't know what kind of quirks the villains have. They could have some kind of tracking or locating abilities. Staying in one place is dangerous," he said. "We need to get you moving, we need to get you to the authorities."

"Where do I go?"

Izuku rubbed his temples, thinking hard. "We have to be careful about this. We need a plan."

Y/N was starting to lose her composure. Her body was telling her to run, to get as far away as possible. The adrenaline was coursing through her veins making it painful to stay in place. The helplessness she felt was almost unbearable. It was the first time since losing her quirk where she felt pure terror without it.

~~~

It had been 2 hours since the news.

Midoriya had informed class 3-A about the situation, knowing that they would need every bit of brain power they could find to think of a plan that would work to keep Y/N safe. With it being mainstream news, there was nothing to keep secret anymore. The goal, in it's draft state, was to get her to the authorities without her getting murdered or kidnapped. Y/N was on board so far.

But there was a different kind of fear now. Involving the rest of the class made her body flood with guilt. They were putting their lives on the line to get her to safety. It didn't feel right, and she wished they would let her figure it out on her own, but they were heroes to their core. They refused to leave her on her own. It had taken them a minute to come to terms with who Y/N was–or who she used to be– but it didn't change their determination to protect her.

Everyone was in their hero costumes now, and Y/N felt wildly out of place in her regular clothes. With the differences between them amplified, that fear of being unworthy of their help only deepened. She was just a civilian. She wasn't a hero anymore. There were too many people protecting her, risking their safety for her.

"The longer we wait, the more villains will be searching. Why are we wasting time?" Todoroki demanded.

"We don't want to do this incorrectly. If something goes wrong, it could be life or death," Iida said. "Do we prioritize speed or cautiousness?"

"Speed. If we can get her to the authorities faster–" Todoroki started, but Jirou interrupted.

"But then we sacrifice safety. We might make careless mistakes," She argued.

"Just get me to my bike," Y/N said. "If you get me to my bike, I can make it to the authorities."

Midoriya shook his head. "Not safe. A bike is too obvious. Whirlwind is known for riding a motorcycle, they'll be looking for that."

"But I can outride any villain!" Y/N protested. "If I can just–"

"No," Izuku scolded. "It isn't safe."

Bakugou wasn't speaking. Y/N wished she could figure out what he was feeling, but he had put up a wall. She had never seen him like this. Y/N was putting all of them in danger the longer she was with them– maybe he was realizing that and was furious with her.

She wanted to leave to keep them safe, but knew they wouldn't leave it alone. It would put them in more danger if she left. "Nothing we do will be safe!" Y/N cried. "This is the best course of action, if you'll just let me--"

"Let me take her to her bike," Bakugou interrupted. "The faster we get her to the authorities, the better. She'll be safe with me." His voice was calm. No yelling, no anger. It was chilling.

The class was quiet. Even Midoriya didn't seem to know what to say. Bakugou was serious in his promise. He knew what he was capable of, and the class trusted his judgement-- but it was dangerous. Could he actually handle it?

"We should all go with," Uraraka said, standing up. "We stand a better chance with all of our quirks together."

"No. Big numbers are suspicious, especially if we're being tracked," Todoroki argued. "If we split up and keep an eye on the roads, we can stop any villains that might be on Y/N's path. We can protect and clear the area for her. It would prevent an ambush."

Midoriya was deep in thought, evaluating the plan. "How many miles to the nearest police department?" 

"About 20 miles," Jirou said, studying her map. "We need to call ahead and prepare them for Y/N and Bakugou's arrival. Midoriya, let All Might know which precinct we're headed for. We need more manpower."

He nodded earnestly and dialed his phone, walking away for the call.

"Without sunlight it'll be easier to hide Y/N," Todoroki said. "If you give us a few hours head start, we can head down the route and defend the roads. Other heroes will have time to join us. Once those few hours are up, take Y/N to her motorcycle and drive as fast as you can to the police department."

The plan was made, and when they left to begin, Y/N couldn't ignore the pit of guilt in her stomach. Everything felt so wrong. "I'm just a civilian. I shouldn't be getting this kind of protection," she mumbled. "There are too many lives on the line. It's wrong."

"This is what heroes do," Bakugou said. "You would've done it for any of us too as Whirlwind. Hell, you'd do it without your fucking quirk." He grabbed her chin, turning her head to look at him. "We're not gonna let anything happen to you. I'm not gonna let anything happen to you. Got that, Tinkerbell?"

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They only had about 10 more minutes of walking until they would reach where Y/N parked her bike. 

As much as is sucked to be powerless, it was a relief to have someone like Katsuki protecting her. He didn't take the take the task lightly. He had insisted that she walk in front of him so that she was always within his field of vision, and he would snatch her wrist and stop her from walking at the slightest noise. In all honestly, her wrist was starting to hurt, but it was better than being murdered by a hidden villain.

It was difficult to see in the dark, and Bakugou refused to let her use her phone flashlight to see where she was going, not even at the lowest setting. "You trying to call Batman? Turn that shit off. You're gonna signal our position," he had snapped. It made sense, but because she was walking in front, she kept running into branches and tripping over rocks. Bakugou seemed to be holding back laughter every time she did so which was getting on her nerves.

Y/N had never experienced this amount adrenaline coursing through her system, even in all of her times as Whirlwind. No amount of hero work compared to this. She felt invisible eyes on her, tracing her every move, waiting for her to slip up; but every once in a while, Bakugou's arm would brush against hers, and it was a stark reminder that she was safe. 

His aura alone felt like a forcefield keeping danger away from her. He was like a grumpy guard dog. As a hero, he'd never be great with verbal reassurance-- but the safety she felt knowing he was behind her was weirdly empowering. Bakugou was one of the strongest fighters in the world, and the energy he radiated only proved it. He watched after her silently; Nobody was going to lay a finger on her with him around.

Looking ahead, Y/N could make out the silhouette of the van-- and next to it, her bike. She sighed with relief, breaking into a sprint now that it was in her field of view, but an angry hand yanked her backwards and slammed her against the nearest tree.

"What the hell--" Y/N started angrily, but Bakugou covered her mouth with one hand and with the other put a finger to his lips, gesturing for her to be quiet. He had her pressed firmly against the tree. Without moving his finger away from his lips, he peeked around the tree and his eyes deepened into a glare.

Y/N wanted to see what was going on but Bakugou held her in place. She could feel his breathing on her neck, and his heart started beating faster as he watched the scene unfold. Y/N finally heard what he was looking at.

"This is getting us nowhere. You don't even know that this is hers."

Bakugou's hand dropped from her mouth and pointed for her to look, still gesturing for her to be quiet. He crouched down, pulling her with him.

Behind Y/N's bike were two figures. It was too dark to see any distinguishable features, but one of them was noticeably taller. They were clearly talking to each other.

"It's gotta be hers. The bitch has spent a lot of time on this, I can see it." 

Bakugou's glare deepened.

"This could be her boyfriend's. We're wasting our time. We should be searching the campsite so we can get to her first, or someone else is going to get the bounty," the taller one argued.

The short one threw up his arms in anger. "If you'd rather search the hundred acre campground, be my guest. I'm going to stay here. This bike is worth at least two million yen; if it's hers, she's coming back for it."

The taller guy sighed in frustration, but didn't argue. Y/N's blood boiled seeing him touch her motorcycle.

"I'm going to create a distraction. As soon as they leave, you get on that damn bike and go, as fast as you can. I'll catch up to you," Bakugou whispered, standing up to leave.

Y/N grabbed his hand. "No fucking way. I'm not letting them go after you. We don't know how dangerous they are," she hissed at him.

He crouched back down, giving her one of the most intense looks she'd ever seen. "Listen to me. We need to get you out of here as soon as fucking possible. It sounds like there are other people here looking for your ass. That bike is our ticket out of here. I will catch up with you. Got it?" he said, his voice just above a whisper.

Y/N wanted desperately to protest, but Bakugou's confidence was contagious. She reluctantly nodded. He stayed on the ground with her, not looking away, keeping his body pressed against hers. He looked like he wanted to say something; she was close enough that his huffs of breath warmed her cheeks. For the smallest moment, Y/N saw fear in his eyes, but it vanished as quickly as it had come.

His gloves reached up and gripped her face. "Don't do anything stupid, alright Tinkerbell?" he whispered, and with that, he vanished into the darkness of the trees.

Those moments alone were hell. She sat frozen behind the tree, waiting for the distraction to come. The more minutes past the more worried she got. Had he gotten hurt? Did he get caught? What if he--

BOOM!

To her left, in the direction he had gone, an explosion flashed and a mushroom cloud of smoke formed. If she listened carefully, she could hear his evil laugh, and the sound melted away her anxieties.

Sure enough, the two men that had been guarding her bike looked up in surprise before dashing towards the explosion. As soon as they were out of sight, Y/N bolted to the bike. In only a few seconds, she slammed on her helmet, turned the key, knocked back the kickstand, started the engine, and twisted back the accelerator on the handle.

The sound was deafening. Anybody within a mile of her would be able to hear it. The headlights finally allowed her to see where she was going for the first time in the last hour, but the darkness in the trees around her felt like it was looming in behind her. For the first while it was going to be a dirt path, which meant she had to be careful. If she wasn't smart about her speed, small hills could launch her like a Mario Kart racer and destroy her motorcycle.

None of these fears, however, compared to the worry she had for Bakugou. Because they didn't know what those villains quirks were, he was at a major disadvantage, especially in the dark. She was praying to any God that would listen that he would be safe. She blasted down the dirt road, trying not to let the fear paralyze her. 

She was about a mile away from where she started now, and that worry was sinking deeper into her gut. There was no sign of him and the roar of the motorcycle made it impossible to hear anything else. What if he had called out to her and she hadn't heard? What if he was hurt?

"TINKERBELL!"

Y/N could've cried in relief hearing that voice. She braked as quickly as the bike would allow without her getting thrown off the front. Because she didn't know where she was, she could only wait until--

Bakugou slammed onto the ground in front of her, sticking the landing. "GO GO GO!" He roared, climbing onto the back of her bike. 

"PUT ON THE HELMET! NOW!" Y/N demanded.

"JESUS CHRIST, GO!" He cried, slamming the helmet on over his face and wrapping his arms around her as she hit the gas again.

The dirt path had turned into asphalt now, which meant she could really drive. She yanked on the gas grip, catapulting them into dangerous speeds. "Don't fucking let go!" She yelled.

"NO SHIT!"

Y/N hadn't had time to see who was chasing them, but she suddenly understood the gravity of the situation with she heard several gunshots. "What the hell?! This fucker has a gun?!" She shrieked, making an effort to no longer drive in a straight line.

"Yeah, and the fucker shot me," Bakugou spat. "Keep going! I'll handle those shitheads!"

Y/N had never gone this fast before. Period. The wind was almost painful against her knuckles at their speed. They were approaching 140 miles an hour, and she didn't feel much better about it when she felt Bakugou twist around and shoot a giant explosion from his palm. 

"How the hell are they keeping up with us?!" she shrieked. Were they in a car or something?!

"The dumbass can fly," Bakugou growled, shooting another explosion. His quirk was making it difficult to steer, but she didn't dare complain. Whatever the hell he was doing, it was probably keeping them safe. Bakugou's grip around her waist was deathly tight, but she was grateful for it. Knowing he was safe on the back was better than having him off in the woods somewhere fighting God knows who to save her.

Suddenly, a bright green flash erupted right in front of her bike, launching straight up into the air above them. 

Y/N yelped in shock. "IT'S DEKU!" Bakugou cackled.

That was the first time, and most like the only time, Y/N would ever hear Bakugou happy to see his rival.

There were too many sounds coming from behind Y/N for her to tell what was happening. Focusing on driving was getting more and more difficult. She started hearing blasts and yells. Both of Bakugou's arms were around her now, holding onto her for dear life as she increased her speed further.

The sounds of explosions seemed to fade into the distance behind them as the minutes passed. Whatever had happened seemed to be left in the dust; but before she could feel relieved, Bakugou's grip around her started to weaken. 

"Bakugou!" She yelled. "You gotta stay with me, don't you dare fucking let go!"

There was no response, which made a jolt of fear shoot up her spine. Just keep driving. It's going to be okay. He's going to be okay. He has to.

"Kat. Kat, talk to me," she ordered.

"Keep going," he snapped, but his voice was weak. A really bad feeling started to grow in her stomach. He was leaning his head against her back now, not moving much.

"Where did he hit you?"

"The asshole got me in the stomach," he grumbled. "Fuck. It hurts."

"Hey. You gotta stay awake, okay? You gotta keep your eyes open. Don't let go of me." His fingers squeezed her shirt, but they were shaking as he did so. No, no, no. He had to be okay. 

The next several minutes, tears were streaming down her face. She knew whatever had happened was really bad. He was fading quickly, she could tell from his grip. She called out for him and his responses were getting quieter and weaker until he wasn't responding. Her bike was going as fast as it could handle.

She saw Iida in the distance. He noticed her flashing her brights at him and he dashed to meet her, his legs lighting up with his quirk. She slowed to a halt and she realized she was sobbing. 

"He's hurt, he got shot, I couldn't stop driving, I--" Her chest was heaving with sobs. Iida lifted Bakugou from the back of her bike, and Y/N realized that the back of her jacket was soaked in his blood. It was dripping down her bike onto the road. "Oh my God, no, he's got to be okay, he--"

Other people had approached the bike now, but she was crying so hard that she couldn't tell who. "Is he going to be okay? This is all my fault--" There was an arm around her now, pulling her away from the bike and leading her towards the building as she cried.

She looked up and saw Iida carrying Bakugou in through the doors, doctors swarming them. 

Uraraka was the one holding her, and she hugged Y/N tightly as she sobbed.

Chapter Text

The numbness overtook the guilt.

It had been two days since her arrival at the precinct. Every corner was armed with security. She couldn't go anywhere without being monitored and looked after; even going to the bathroom there was a guard stationed outside waiting for her. She was grateful for the protection, but time was starting to blur and she couldn't remember the names of all the escorts. 

Bakugou was stable for now, but still hadn't woken up. Seeing him covered in tubes and wires made her nauseous. Recovery Girl worked on his injury in increments; if she did it all at once, he would enter a coma or worse. The healing process had to be deliberate. This was her fault.

The gunshot wasn't the only wound he had acquired. There were burns and gashes spotted across his body, likely from his fight after causing the diversion for Y/N. This was all her fault. 

Y/N didn't know what was happening outside. It was hard to think of anything other than him. The guilt was excruciating, an no amount of reassurance from her friends was helping. They had put their lives on the line for her. If Bakugou didn't make it out of here...

She couldn't let herself think about that, or the aching sensation in her chest would worsen and make her throw up.

"You have to eat, Y/N," Uraraka said softly. They were sitting in the department's cafeteria and Ochaco had brought her a bento box. "You need to take care of yourself."

"I'm not hungry," Y/N whispered. "I'm sick to my stomach, dude."

"I love you, but you're being dramatic," Mina sighed. "They already said, Bakugou is going to be fine. He just needs a few days to recover--"

"I know!" Y/N said, the words coming out much harsher than she meant. "I'm sorry. I know. I just-- he literally got shot, and it was completely my fault."

"Bakugou is responsible for himself. He's going to be pissed if you try and take blame for what happened. He'll be offended that you're taking credit."

Y/N looked down at the bento box, too drained to formulate a response.

"Listen, I get it. We've all been there. It sucks when people get hurt when they're looking out for you, but Bakugou is a hero. This is his life."

Ochaco handed her a small juice box. "Drink this at least. Please."

Y/N finally gave in, slipping the straw past her lips and tasting the sickly sweet liquid. It definitely tasted healthy, which was not a good thing. Uraraka tried to get her to eat from the bento box, and she could only eat a few bites before the aching in her gut came back.

"Y/N. A word."

Y/N turned around and was surprised to find Aizawa looking down at her. The intense look in his eyes urged her into moving, and she climbed up from her seat to follow him as he lead her down the hall. Y/N waved at the girls quickly before she disappeared from view.

She hadn't been down this hallway before. The heroes had been meeting in here, so naturally she wasn't allowed. Aside from seeing her classmates leave and enter this area she knew nothing about it. Where was he taking her? Was she in trouble? Was it about Bakugou?

"There's someone I'd like you to meet," he said lowly as they stopped in front of a door at the end of the hall. He knocked gently on the door before opening it.

"Eri, Mirio, you have a guest."

Inside the room was a young girl with silver hair sitting in the lap of a much bigger blonde man. He seemed to be reading her a story from a picture book. The man, presumably Mirio, looked up at Y/N with a bright smile. Eri seemed much more apprehensive, shrinking back into Mirio's lap slightly as her cheeks turned pink. "It's nice to finally meet you, Y/N! I'm Mirio. This here is Eri. Eri, would you like to say hi?"

The little one squirmed around a bit, but finally looked up at Y/N nervously. "Hello," she said softly. 

Y/N could've burst into tears at how sweet Eri was. She got on her knees, beaming at the young girl. "It's nice to meet you, little lady! I love your braids! Did Mirio do them for you?"

Eri shook her head and smiled a bit, pointing behind Y/N at Shouta. 

"Ah, I see. Mr. Aizawa, she looks very pretty," Y/N beamed. 

Aizawa chuckled and knelt down next Y/N. "Eri, do you remember those photos I showed you yesterday?"

Eri nodded excitedly, coming out of her shell a bit.

"This is her."

The young girl seemed to connect the dots and she gasped in admiration. "You're Whirlwind! You have such a cool quirk!" she gushed, holding her fists tightly to her chest. "Shouta showed me pictures of you in your costume!"

Y/N's heart melted. "That's so sweet, Eri, thank you."

"Actually, Eri, Y/N doesn't have her quirk anymore," he said. Eri's smile fell and was replaced with a look of deep concern. "We've come to ask for your help. Would you be willing to help Whirlwind like you helped Mirio?"

Y/N stopped, turning to Aizawa. Her heart started pounding. What was he talking about?

Eri jumped up from Mirio's lap. "Yes, I can help!" She said, fiercely determined.

Y/N's mind was racing at a million miles a second. What was going on? 

Aizawa noticed the confusion on her face, and turned back to her to elaborate. "Eri's quirk allows her to rewind individuals bodies to different states. She's been practicing very hard, and yesterday, she was able to bring Mirio's quirk back," he said. "If she does the same for you, we may be able to restore your abilities."

Y/N's world was spinning, and a new ember sparked in her stomach, spreading heat through her limbs. Energy and adrenaline began pumping through her bloodstream again, and for the first time in days, she felt hope. 

She could be Whirlwind again.

"You... you can really do that?" Y/N breathed.

Eri nodded at her, reaching out and grabbing Mirio's hand (or his thumb, rather, because his hand was much bigger than hers). "I helped him yesterday. I can help you today," she said, and with her other hand she grabbed Y/N's.

Tears started welling in her eyes, and she couldn't help herself. She wrapped her arms around Eri, this young girl becoming her light at the end of the tunnel. Eri's timid hands hugged her back nervously as Y/N buried her face in her shoulder and cried. Mirio seemed to be holding back a few tears too at the wholesome scene in front of him.

When she pulled away, Eri looked a bit scared. "I'm sorry Eri, I just... I'm really happy," Y/N reassured. "I hope it's okay that I hugged you."

Eri nodded in understanding. "Oh, okay! I thought it was a sad cry." She shuffled back and forth between her feet. "And, I like hugs, so it's okay." Mirio laughed at that.

"So... how does this work?" Y/N asked. "It was a while back when I lost my quirk. Several months. Is that going to make it harder on her?"

Aizawa shook his head. "Eri can perform her abilities very quickly, despite however long ago she reverses you back to. Yesterday when she used her quirk on Mirio, it took only a couple of seconds."

Y/N nodded silently, thoughts spinning in her head. It was that easy? After months of grieving and suffering, it was going to be this... simple?

"However, in order to reverse you back to that state, your body will experience any injuries again in the reversal process. You had a stitch on your stomach, correct? You'll experience that wound opening and closing again as she reverses you closer and closer to that specific point in time."

It made sense, but Y/N didn't care. In only a few minutes, she was already willing to trust Eri with her life. "I'll do whatever I need to," she agreed.

"Eri, are you ready?" Aizawa asked.

Eri stepped away from Mirio gently, approaching Y/N. She raised her small hands, pressing them against Y/N's cheeks and closing her eyes softly, focusing hard.

Y/N couldn't believe what was happening. She had to be dreaming. Was she really going to get her quirk back? Could she be a hero again? It was all happening too quickly, and she was struggling to process it. Just this morning she was feeling powerless, but now... she let her body relax and excitement rushed through her.

An odd sensation started bubbling within her. Tingling jolts shot all through her body. She was too scared to open her eyes, but she could actually feel her body changing. There was a bright light coming from her, she could tell even with her eyes closed, and her heart raced with the reversal. 

A sharp pain returned in her side, excruciating for only a few seconds before it stopped, and then a new sensation.

She felt it. She felt the difference in her body as her quirk became a part of her again. She had never noticed the difference until now, but it felt silly that she hadn't. It was such a strong switch that she almost fell backwards. Her quirk felt like it was radiating within her, providing a familiar sensation of power and energy that she hadn't realized how badly she'd depended on. Chills raced through her, then Eri's hands left her cheeks and it was done.

Y/N blinked her eyes a few times and held out her hand.

A small whirlwind sprouted in her palm.

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"Just get out of here, kid. We're taking that bounty," The smaller villain hissed.

"You lay a single finger on that girl and I'll blast you straight to hell," Bakugou growled, preparing explosions in his palms. "Try it. I dare you."

The three of them were locked in a staredown. They had fallen for the diversion seamlessly, but he still couldn't pinpoint the quirk on the taller villain. The smaller one had been able to track Y/N's motorcycle based on how much she had used it, meaning it was some kind of location quirk like Deku had suspected.

The second Y/N's engine roared, the villains attacked.

Bakugou had the upper hand, as he always did, and adrenaline coursed through his veins as he sent blast after blast their way. He was keeping them adequately distracted, but now his worry was catching up to her. He hoped to God that if he didn't show up then she would leave without him and get her stupid ass to safety, but knowing her, it was unlikely. That's why he had to get to her as soon as possible. He was propelling himself through the air with his blasts, doing everything within his power to keep them confined and stop them from running to Y/N.

"GO! I'll handle him!" The taller one growled.

Looks like it was going to be a chase.

Bakugou fully ignored his opponent and dashed after the one targeting Y/N. He used his explosions to propel himself further and faster, catching up quickly, and when he finally reached him he slammed his heel down on the back of the villain's head.

It was enough to ground him, but before Bakugou could react, the villain turned over onto his back and pulled out a gun, firing a bullet from point blank straight into Bakugou's stomach.

He was pushed back from the impact. This wasn't good.

The pain hadn't even set in yet. He knew he was in shock, but had enough sense left to know one thing– he had to get out of there, fast, or he wasn't going to make it.

He launching himself into the air and spotted her, heading down the road at what had to be at least 80 miles an hour. Ignoring the white hot flashes threatening to stop his movements, he called out to her.

"TINKERBELL!"

~~~

Bakugou had been sore before, but never like this.

Even his eyelids throbbed as he forced them open, adjusting to the light. He blinked a few times, each time hurting less, and took in his surroundings.

The room was lit with harsh fluorescents. He was laying in a rather uncomfortable cot, a shitty blanket draped over him. Tubes connected his arms to different blinking machines. A hospital?

No. It wasn't nice enough to be hospital. It looked like it had been thrown together urgently, and it didn't have that strong disinfectant smell that most hospitals did. He was as confused as he was sore until a sharp pain from his abdomen brought back a sickening reminder.

The memory of the bullet wound flooded back and he tried to sit up, every movement aching. He lifted up the blue scrubs he had on to view his stomach, and sure enough, there was a bandage wrapped around his torso; but when he peeked underneath the medical wrap, there was only a scar where the bullet had entered his body. Recovery Girl.

But... wait, where was Y/N?

Panic started to set in. The last thing he remembered was riding on the back of her bike, holding onto her... why couldn't he remember anything else? Dread was building in his stomach. He hadn't protected her. What if she was hurt?

Or worse?

Bakugou forced his legs over the side of the bed and he pushed himself to stand. His legs felt like jelly as he tried to gain his balance. The world spun beneath him as he pulled out those annoying tubes connecting him to the machines, and he limped to the doorway, his legs unreasonably stiff. "Fucking get it together," he grumbled to himself. Feeling this weak infuriated him.

The texture of the medical scrubs made him want to rip them off, but he kept walking. Down the hall he heard voices. Had he been captured? Was he safe? He kept his palms at the ready, prepared to light off an explosion if necessary. He was getting better control of his legs the longer he walked, but the throbbing in his head refused to subside; he blinked harshly to try and push it away.

"Young Bakugou."

Katsuki whipped around, ready to throw hands, but it was All Might. The skinny man put his hand on Bakugou's shoulder to calm him down.

"Glad to see you awake. We were really worried."

"Where's Y/N? Did she–"

"Y/N made it back just fine. You did a wonderful job getting her here safely," All Might reassured, giving him a soft smile. "Here, let me fill you in. Come sit."

He lead Bakugou into a small room with cheap chairs scattered about. He sat and gestured for Bakugou to sit across from him. He didn't like being told what to do, but he was too tired to argue and wanted answers desperately.

"We're currently in the Nagasaki Precinct, but I'm sure you've figured that out by now," All Might chuckled. "You've been out for about 4 days now. Luckily Recovery Girl was prepared and was able to speed up your healing process. As far as we can tell, you should be back to normal in a couple more days."

Bakugou huffed at that. "I'm fine."

"You should focus on resting."

"Fuck off, old man."

All Might only smiled in amusement, the insults bouncing off him. He'd known Bakugou for years now and was used to his antics. He'd grown very fond of him– he'd watched him grow up. Soon enough he would be graduating and off on his own, which saddened the retired hero.

"Aizawa, Endeavor, and Hawks formulated a plan not long ago to apprehend All For One. There are several dozen heroes in action it as we speak, including many of your classmates. We've been keeping close watch over them with surveillance communication tools, and so far, everything is going according to the plan. Even Y/N is performing flawlessly. She seemed to jump back into things very quickly–"

Bakugou's eyes shot up in shock, but the emotion quickly turned to fury. "Did you say Y/N is out there? What the fuck is wrong with you shitheads?! All For One is after her and you sent her into the middle of that shit?" He was standing up now, shaking from anger. "How the hell is she going to protect herself?" Sparks started lighting in his palms without him noticing.

Realization dawned on All Might's face. Bakugou didn't know.

"There's something you need to see," he said, walking past the fuming Bakugou down the hall. Katsuki had no choice but to follow, still as angry as ever.

He lead him into a room entirely covered in TV screens. It was the surveillance devices he'd mentioned. Each one showed a different angle of what looked like an underground parking garage– but there were no cars. He recognized a few faces from the footage; Deku, Kaminari, and Jirou all seemed to be holding their ground against villains Bakugou didn't recognize.

On other screens he saw Aizawa and Hawks, both of them restraining and knocking down the plethora of vigilantes. They all looked... unstoppable. He should've been there. He should be fighting with them, neck deep in battle with his peers. Guilt made his throat tighten, and the adrenaline in his body had nowhere to go. He was powerless, stuck behind a screen, watching the fate of his friends without being able to help. It was nauseating.

He pushed through the group of people, looking up and scanning for one particular person– and then he saw her. Y/N.

But it wasn't Y/N anymore– it was Whirlwind.

She wore that costume he recognized from old photos of her in America; it was white, modeled after a motorcycle jumpsuit, and her helmet looked similar to the one she wore while biking. He couldn't see her face, but he knew it was her from the massive currents of wind whipping around her, flooring those who came too close. Nobody could get within 30 feet of her before she blasted them away, slamming them against the walls and ceiling.

She was... unstoppable. Y/N looked light as a feather, bounding off of walls and pillars and the faces of villains. Since when was she this agile, this powerful? He almost couldn't believe it was her, but the memory of that newspaper article she'd shown him flashed in his mind. This was the 3rd ranked hero in America, and from what he could see on the monitors, the title was deserved.

And she was using moves he had taught her.

"How..." Bakugou stammered, but he was too bewildered to form the sentence.

"Do you remember Eri? There was a mission a few years back to rescue her from the villain Overhaul. She's been working very hard to master her quirk, and yesterday she was able to use it to help our Y/N."

So Y/N got her quirk back.

For the first time in a long time, Bakugou genuinely smiled.

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A voice echoed in Y/N's head; the same voice that had been giving constant updates throughout the mission. "All For One has been apprehended!"

They had done it.

It had been a grueling fight; the execution of the plan had taken 3 hours total, and they'd been in active combat for most of it. Y/N's muscles were screaming at her. It had been a long time since she'd pushed herself that far, but she'd loved every single second of it. She was back on the field, and for the first time in a long while, she felt powerful again.

She was Whirlwind again. It was an addicting sensation. She'd missed it.

Y/N spotted Uraraka and Deku amongst the crowd of heroes, pushing her way through to reach the familiar faces. When they saw her they both gave her a proud smile and rushed to meet her.

"You were incredible, Y/N! You were all, fwooom! shwish! whaaaa!" Deku cried, mimicking the moves she had performed. "Your quirk is amazing!"

"Are you kidding? You're the one who took down, like, 20 villains at once!" Y/N gushed. "It was insane!" She turned to Uraraka, pointing at her suit. "The wings! Do you like them? Did they–"

Uraraka squealed. "I loved them! I've never been able to move around like that before, I felt unstoppable!" She threw her hands up in the air, and Deku looked at her with an expression that could only be described as pure love.

Someone tackled her in a hug from behind, and she knew immediately who it was. "You killed it out there, Red Riot," she said, turning around and slapping Kirishima on the shoulder.

He positively beamed at her. "Not so bad yourself, Miss Whirlwind," he said. "Very manly."

Across the room, Y/N noticed Hawks, a small smile on his face when they locked eyes. Y/N let herself smile back. Hawks looked around before making his way over to her.

"You did great out there, kid. Like always," he said, his arms folded across his chest. "Good to see you back on the field."

"It feels good to be back on the field," she admitted, looking down at her gloves. "Didn't think I'd miss it this much."

An awkward silence passed between them before he spoke. "You can come back, you know."

Y/N looked up at him, not knowing what to say.

"If it were up to me, I never would have let you go. Hawks Agency will always have a place for you if you want it."

~~~

Bakugou was waiting in the front room of the precinct, nervous with anticipation. They were going to be returning soon. He was going to see all of his friends again... and Y/N. He didn't like that they had seen him while he was weak, that he couldn't join them in their fight. He should've been there. He should've been there to protect them... protect her. 

He knew she didn't need him to protect her anymore, but that instinct was difficult to shake off.

Other officers and officials were waiting in the room with him, talking excitedly amongst themselves. The plan had worked and there were only a few minor injuries. The chief of the department had prepared a feast in celebration, complete with drinks and music. It didn't look much like a police department anymore, but more like a middle school dance. It made Bakugou nauseous.

He'd said no to a glass a punch, but someone had handed him one anyway, and now he was holding it awkwardly in the corner of the room. He'd gotten changed earlier. It felt nice to be out of those shitty medical scrubs. The only remaining evidence that he had been injured was a bandage on his cheek. It made him itch.

The doors flew open and Bakugou whipped his head around to see.

A crowd of heroes made their way through the doors, all of them laughing and cheering with each other in victory. He recognized his classmates, along with several pros: Endeavor, Mt. Lady, Midnight, Aizawa (who was holding Eri), Gunhead, and Hawks. He frowned at Hawks.

It took him a moment, but he finally spotted her. Y/N was chatting enthusiastically with Mirio. They were beaming at each other, clearly excited about whatever the topic was. Her helmet was under her arm, as usual, and her cheeks were flushed from the physical exertion of the fight. It was the first time he'd seen her wear her costume in person. His throat felt tight.

When she turned and locked eyes with him, her breath caught in her chest. He was okay. She said something to Mirio before pushing her way through to Bakugou, him doing the same to reach her.

"You're--" she started, but before she could finish, his hands grabbed the sides of her face, examining her.

"Are you hurt?" He demanded. He inspected her face for injuries before grabbing her shoulders and checking her body. 

"Bakugou, stop! I'm fine!" She said, a laugh fighting it's way out of her throat. She grabbed his wrists to stop him. "And you're fine too, thank god. You dumb motherfucker, had to go and get yourself shot--"

"I'm fucking fine, it barely hurt."

"You damn liar!" She shouted, a smile still on her face. She couldn't help herself. Seeing him again was making her heart pound and her brain go fuzzy. "You were almost dead on the back of my bike!"

He didn't say anything. He only smirked at her, enjoying the feeling of her hands on his wrists. She let go with one hand, her fingers brushing the bandage on his cheek. "You got pretty fucked up, huh?"

He wanted to move in, close the space between them, hold her tight against him; but the presence of so many around him stopped him. Since when was he so self conscious? They locked eyes again as her hand cupped his cheek, making his stomach erupt with butterflies. He felt like a teenager boy. His hands ached with the need to touch her.

"WHIRLWIND!"

The shout made Y/N pull away, and Bakugou immediately hated whoever had caused her to stop touching him.

The two of them turned, and Inasa Yoarashi was dashing towards them at full speed. It would've scared the shit out of him if he didn't already know the guy. 

"The hell are you doing here?" Bakugou grumbled, upset at being interrupted.

"I'm here to make an introduction to the number 3 American hero!" He bellowed, his hands on his hips as he puffed out his chest. He grabbed Y/N's hand and kissed it before beaming up at her, making Bakugou growl lowly. "Miss Y/N, it is an absolute honor to meet you! I've been studying your forms for years! Your passion is intoxicating!"

Y/N looked alarmed. "Studying my forms?"

"Allow me to introduce myself," he said, standing up straight again. "I am Inasa Yoarashi! I have a whirlwind quirk as well," he said, producing a small gust of wind in his hand. "I've admired you for ages! Watching your success in America inspired me!" He bellowed, his voice only getting louder the longer he spoke.

Y/N laughed. "Well thanks, Yoarashi, that's... very flattering," she said, a small blush blooming on her cheeks. 

He made her blush?  Bakugou thought, absolutely fuming at this point.

"Please, call me Inasa! I would be honored to meet up with you soon and learn from each other!" 

"She's busy," Bakugou said, grabbing Y/N's hand.

She looked up at him in shock, but he was too busy giving Inasa a murderous look to notice.

Y/N laughed nervously. "Uh, sure, let's meet up some time." She pulled Bakugou away, worried he was going to blow Inasa into bits. 

Bakugou didn't regret it. He would've done it again in a heartbeat.

Y/N yanked him into a different room, slamming the door behind them and letting go of his hand. It looked like a lecture hall-- there were tables scattered about and chairs stacked in the corners. The room was mostly dark, save for a few windows on the opposite wall. 

"What the hell was that about?" she demanded, glaring up at him.

"Calm down. You're overreacting," he grumbled, crossing his arms and looking away from her.

"I'm overreacting? Wanna explain what that was back there?" she questioned, stepping closer. "What the hell did he do wrong? We have the same quirk, it--"

"Sure, he wanted to meet up. He wanted to get in your pants, Tinkerbell," he hissed at her.

"We just met! How do you know he wants to get into my pants?"

"EVERYBODY wants to get in your pants, Y/N! You're just fucking blind!"

Y/N scoffed at him. "Why do you care if somebody wants to get in my pants?!" she yelled at him, throwing her hands up.

Bakugou's body was moving before he could even decide against it. He stepped towards her, grabbing the sides of her face with his bandaged hands and pulling her in, pushing his lips against hers. 

A million fireworks went off in his brain as he held her against him.

He pulled back, panting, locking eyes with her. His lips tingled from the contact. She gasped against his mouth, unable to look away. Feeling her breath against him only made his hunger worse. His body was radiating heat, and the look he was giving her was pure want. Bakugou's pupils were dark with desire, his lips parted as the silence in the room grew louder. Both of their bodies were pounding, hearts racing, faces flushed. 

Y/N gave in, pushing her lips against him again. 

The drunk kiss was nothing compared to this. Bakugou pushed her against the door, pinning her against it as his lips moved against hers. Y/N let out a soft moan, and Bakugou ran his tongue against her bottom lip before going back in for more. Her sounds were delicious, sending jolts down his body and only making him crave more.

Her taste was intoxicating. The need for her was only growing, reaching dangerous territory. His control over himself was slipping. His hands drifted lower, gripping her hips now and pulling her into him. The longer his lips explored hers, the more he wanted. He needed more than a kiss. He needed to touch her, make her beg for him, make her scream his name. The power he felt every time she let out one of those adorable noises sent chills down his spine.

Everything was building, building, building, and he couldn't stop it. Y/N's lips were too delectable for him to pull away. He had lost full control over his needs and he loved it. 

He pressed his hips against hers, and the noise she made at that almost made him cum in his pants. He was throbbing and the desperation for friction was only growing. He really needed more. He was sure he was going to explode if he didn't get it, and then--

A knock on the door. "Y/N? Are you in there?" It was Deku. 

A growl rumbled in Bakugou's chest. "She's busy--" he tried to snap, but Y/N slapped her hand over his mouth.

"Yeah, I'll be out in a sec!" she called, but her voice was quaking as she did so. He smirked at her shaking figure, proud to have reduced her to a desperate mess. The famous hero was putty in his arms. He wanted to do more so badly, but Y/N was already hurrying out the door. 

Part of him was worried that he had just fucked up everything, but the other part of him-- lower on his body-- was aching too heavily for him to care. He had finally done something about that suffocating need to touch her.

And he was much too satisfied to be upset with himself. 

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It was a relief to be able to sleep in the dorms again. The cots at the precinct had been absolute shit; but she still struggled to get to bed, her mind racing with memories of the kiss. She'd never been touched by someone like that. She'd gotten more out of that damn kiss than any sex she'd ever had. If that's what it was like just kissing him, she couldn't even image what he was like in--

No. Calm down. Let the situation play out, she thought. The last thing she wanted was to get her hopes up and be let down. Bakugou was not a vulnerable person. Did he even have crushes? Maybe the pain meds had just made him horny or something.

The next morning, Y/N was struggling keeping her temper under control. Did he seriously think it was okay to lock lips with her and then ghost her? She couldn't find him anywhere in the dorms, and it was a Saturday, so he should've been there. Was that fucker hiding?

Y/N stormed into the kitchen, scaring the shit out of poor Kirishima. "Where's Bakugou?" 

"Uh, I think he's training on campus. Everything okay?"

"He just-- yeah. Yeah, everything's fine."

Kirishima stood up, not satisfied with the answer. "Are you alright? What's going on?"

Y/N let out a deep sigh. Surely it was okay to tell Kirishima, right? "He kissed me last night. I'm trying to figure this shit out--"

"HE KISSED YOU?!" Kirishima squawked. "Are we talking about the same person? You said Bakugou, right?" He ran over to her, desperate for information.

"Yes! Bakugou! I'm as confused as you, dude! It was out of the blue, I just don't want to read into it if it didn't mean anything--"

"Bakugou doesn't just kiss people, Y/N. It's not his thing. In fact, his thing is the he hates touching people unless he's beating them up. If he kissed you, then..." Kirishima started laughing. "God, I never thought I'd see the day."

"But he hasn't talked to me," Y/N argued. "It's pissing me off. Who does he think he is? He thinks he can just kiss me and then not say anything to me? What the hell?!" She clenched her fists at her sides, furious. "That's why I need to find him. I need answers. I... don't wanna lose him over something like this."

"Alright, do what you gotta do. I was gonna go get some food later, do you wanna go with me?"

Y/N smiled at him. "Yeah, that'd be nice. My life is way too fucking hectic right now."

~~~

Sweat was dripping down his chest as he threw punch after punch at the training bag. His skin glistened and his muscles rippled with every hit. Each grunt of determination he made was enough to make a girl wet. He turned at the sound of the door opening, spotting Y/N and letting out a smirk. 

"You back for more, Tinkerbell?"

She set down her bag. "We need to talk."

He went back to throwing hits at the punching bag. "About what?" he huffed.

Y/N's blood boiled. She stormed over to him. "Seriously? Don't fucking play dumb," she snapped. "Wanna explain what happened yesterday?"

"What about it?" he grumbled. He still didn't turn to her. His hits were getting louder, as if he was trying to drown out the conversation.

Y/N scoffed at him, her temper reaching its limit. She grabbed his arm and yanked him to turn and face her. He glared at her, upset that she interrupted him. "The hell do you want, woman?" he barked.

"Alright, so you're gonna shove your tongue down my throat and then ignore me? What the fuck, Kat?"

He bristled at how blunt she was. The truth was that he was scared. He didn't know why he'd kissed her. He didn't regret it, and he would probably do it again; But he had no idea what that meant. It was too many new things at once, and it was overloading his brain. All he could feel was confusion; but he was pretty sure he liked spending time with her, and he didn't want that to stop. But what the hell did that mean?

"I don't know!" Was all he could muster. "I just... I just wanted to. Fuck off," he grumbled, trying to go back to the punching bag. She grabbed his bicep again, not letting him, and that pissed him off. "The hell do you want from me?"

"I need an explanation, dude," she said.

Bakugou finally stopped. He didn't like being confronted about this. He'd always been so horrible with words, especially in situations like this. What was he supposed to say? That he hadn't thought about anybody sexually in years until a few weeks ago? That he still had no idea what these feelings were, that he couldn't control himself around her and he hated it? Last night had been a complete loss of inhibitions; and though he loved kissing her, he didn't know how to deal with the consequences.

"Fine. I can tell you're going through some shit right now. We... we can talk once you've figured yourself out, okay?" she grumbled. She picked up her bag and walked out, a disappointed look on her face. "I've got plans with Kiri. Text me if you need me."

She was out the door before he could force himself to say something. 

Bakugou thrusted his palm at the punching bag in frustration, releasing an enormous blast that shook the building. When the smoke cleared he slumped to the floor. He was angry with himself for not saying something, but he didn't know what to say. He was still so confused, and those damn butterflies in his stomach still hadn't died down. He was thinking about that kiss every minute, wanting more but being so scared about it at the same time.

Katsuki didn't have crushes. He'd gone his entire highschool experience watching his friends date, sleep around, catch feelings for each other-- but he hadn't cared. It always felt like a waste of time. He had goals and aspirations, things he had to work at; wouldn't a crush just get in the way of that?

But when he pictured Y/N, something inside him stirred to life. He ached to touch her, talk to her, make her blush and laugh all over again. Her presence was intoxicating. Bakugou had never wanted to spend time with someone as much he did with her. He liked being around her. Things that were usually difficult for him felt easier around her, and things that were supposed to be easy were difficult. His world had been flipped on his head and he didn't know what to do about it.

Bakugou didn't like not having control. That's one of the big reasons he never had crushes. He'd seen what they did to people; Kaminari could barely breathe around Jirou. But now Bakugou was having that problem with Y/N.

The truth was, he had kissed Y/N and loved every second of it. Even thinking about it again made shivers run through his body and his heart pound. It was addicting sensation, and he couldn't help but want more. His body was yearning for her, and once again, that lack of control drove him insane. He couldn't get a fucking handle on his emotions. He'd jerked off to her for fuck's sake.

What the hell was he going to do?

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"So how did things go down with Bakugou?" Kirishima asked.

Him and Y/N were sitting at a small booth in the cafeteria together. He'd bought them some rice balls and steak, a favorite of his, and he was desperate for details on her and Bakugou's interaction.

"About as good as you'd expect," Y/N grumbled, taking a bite. "He pretty much just sat there. I'm not dealing with it anymore. He can talk to me when he figures his shit out."

Kirishima chuckled. "That's fair." He took a moment to shovel food in his mouth, then looked at her questioningly. "Are you hurt?"

Y/N looked down at her plate. "I think it's more... disappointment, I guess. But it was on me for getting my hopes up. I mean... it's Bakugou we're talking about. I doubt he's ever had feelings for anyone."

"We thought he was asexual for a while, actually," Kirishima said matter-of-factly. He took a swig of his orange juice. "Until you came along. It confused all of us when he started showing interest in someone."

"Showing interest?"

"C'mon Y/N, you can't pretend you haven't noticed," he deadpanned. "We've known him for three years, some of us even longer than that. Kat has never touched a girl outside of a fight, let alone gotten a crush, and then suddenly you come along and now he wants to do that stuff."

"You sure about that?" Y/N grumbled.

"He kissed you!" Kirishima scoffed. "Of course he wants to!"

"Then why is he fucking ignoring me?!"

"He's scared!" Kirishima huffed. "This is all new to him. He doesn't know what he's doing. He's probably confused with all those new emotions, man."

Y/N wanted to argue, but Kirishima had a point. If this really was his first experience with... whatever this was, then it was bound to be weird for him. "I shouldn't have confronted him. I'm an idiot," she groaned. She put her face in her hands, her face burning red. "He's never gonna talk to me again."

Kirishima laughed and leaned back in his seat. "Don't stress, Y/N. I'm sure everything's gonna be fine." He took another swig of his orange juice, still smiling at her. "Maybe you need to make a move."

Y/N almost choked on her food. "Huh?"

Kirishima shrugged. "Show him what he's missing. Seduce him or something."

"I don't know how to fucking seduce someone! Let alone Bakugou," she hissed. Her cheeks were turning an alarming shade of pink. "Even if I wanted to, I don't think Bakugou can be seduced."

Eijirou found that hilarious for some reason and barked out a laugh. "Are you kidding? You should've seen him at the agency event. His eyes nearly popped out of his skull when he saw you. Trust me, anybody can be seduced."

Y/N shook her head. "Absolutely not. I don't know the first thing about that shit, and even if I did... whatever, it doesn't matter. Not happening."

"Suit yourself," Kirishima sighed. "That would've been hilarious."

~~~

"We learned this shit two years ago, Pikachu! You should know this!" Bakugou snapped, jabbing his finger at Kaminari's textbook. "It's basic formulas!"

"Dude, that was so long ago. I don't even remember what I had for breakfast this morning," Kaminari said as he shrugged.

Bakugou was fuming. Denki was impossible sometimes. They'd been in the common room for two hours now, Katsuki trying his absolute hardest to get Kaminari to understand the math homework but failing miserably. "Did you even read the damn textbook?"

"Well no, but–"

They were interrupted by the front doors to the dorm opening. Kirishima and Y/N walked in with ice creams, laughing together about some meme on Kirishima's phone. Bakugou rolled his eyes, but Kaminari shot up, grateful for the distraction. "We're not done, fuckface! You have two more pages of problems still!" Bakugou hollered.

"Give him a break dude, he's been working hard," Kirishima beamed. He putting his arm around Denki.

"No, he fucking hasn't. He's not listening to a damn thing I say," Bakugou retorted, crossing his arms in frustration. "Why do I even bother?"

His eyes darted to Y/N for a moment, but she wasn't paying attention to him. She shrugged off her jacket and slipped off her boots before looking at him, and when she did, she looked away without a reaction.

"Were you two on a date or something?" Kaminari teased. He elbowed Kirishima suggestively.

"Yes we were!" Kirishima he said proudly. "I bought her dinner. Lots of flirting, for sure." He shot Y/N a wink, giving her a look that said play along. Make him jealous.

Both Y/N and Bakugou gave him a hard glare, but he paid them no mind, grabbing Kaminari and slumping into the couch. "Y/N, I've been practicing my Super Smash Bros. Wanna play?"

"You sure you wanna get your ass whipped again?" Y/N teased. It was enough of an answer for Eijirou to hand her a controller.

"Bakugou, play with us," Kirishima said, pointing to the empty spot next to Y/N. "Unless you're scared we'll beat you."

Bakugou growled and sat down next to Y/N. They were close enough that they were pressed together; he had never realized how small the couch was until now. Was the room always this hot?

He tried to watch the game between Y/N and Kirishima, but her skin was so soft pressed against him and he could smell her perfume. The scent brought him back to kiss, the feeling of her lips pressed against his flashing in his mind and making his body tense up. He crossed his arms to keep himself from doing something dumb.

"Yes!" Y/N cackled. Her laugh brought him back to reality. He watched her laugh at Kirishima and tried to bite back a smirk at how excited she was. That idiot radiated light.

They were sitting much closer now. Her legs were draped over the side of the couch and she was leaning on his arm. Her head was practically on his shoulder. The realization made his heart skip a beat; he'd never sat this close to her, and it was making his mouth dry.

They took turns playing for a few hours, but were interrupted when Y/N's phone rang on the floor. Denki picked it up to read the caller name. "Inasa, huh? You guys an item or something?"

Bakugou's chest burned.

"No, we're not. He asked for my number back at the precinct... I'll be back in a sec," she said apprehensively. She took the phone from Denki and walked out of the room to answer the call.

"I guess they have a similar quirk, don't they? I wonder if they'd be a good match," Denki thought aloud. "What do you think?"

"Nah. I don't think he's her type," Kirishima said, glancing at Bakugou for a moment and giving him an odd look. Bakugou only glared at him.

A few minutes later, Y/N walked back into the room.

"What did he say? You guys going on a date?" Kaminari teased.

"I can't really tell. A lot of it was him yelling very loudly about quirk stuff... there might've been an invitation to something in there? I don't know. That man is chaotic," she joked. "I told him maybe another time."

Bakugou did not want Y/N to hang out with Inasa. He didn't want Inasa anywhere near her, let alone on a date.

"He's the guy who got the top score on the entrance exam, right?" Kaminari asked. "I'm pretty sure he beat Todoroki and Bakugou–"

"He's not that fucking great," Bakugou spat. "And he's annoying as shit."

Y/N shrugged. "I thought he was nice," she said sweetly, making eye contact with Bakugou and giving him a challenging look. She knew that Inasa made him jealous. She was baiting him.

"Then go on that damn date with him," Bakugou retorted, glaring at her.

Y/N only stared at him. Kirishima's eyes were darting between the two of them, trying to figure out what the hell was happening. There was a thick tension in the air that only made the silence worse.

"I would, but I have patrol tonight. I'm filling in for Kirishima."

"What the hell? Why aren't you coming?" Bakugou demanded, glaring at Kirishima. "You look fine!"

"I have homework to do," Kirishima lied. Bakugou saw right through it– Kirishima had used his puppy dog eyes to get Y/N to cover his shift so that her and Bakugou would be forced to spend time together.

Bakugou scoffed.

"Don't be a baby. I'm not that bad," Y/N grumbled. She got up to leave, grabbing her jacket as she walked down the hall to her room. "I can drive us there if you meet me outside at 8."

"Whatever."

Y/N rolled her eyes at how dramatic he was being and left to her room.

Patrol was going to be a nightmare.

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"Looks like your suit is working nicely," Y/N commented, snapping the sleeve of his uniform. 

They'd been walking down their patrol route, Bakugou leading the way for the majority of it (Y/N didn't know this part of town). The sun had just set and the streetlights buzzed to life around them. It was a relatively safe part of town, Kirishima had told her, so the shift should go smoothly. 

Bakugou had naturally taken the lead as he always did. He walked slightly in front of Y/N to maintain control. "It's fine," he grumbled. 

"What, do I need to fix something?"

"I just said it's fine."

"If it's fine, they could be better--"

"They're great. Now shut up so we can do our job," he snapped. 

Y/N had been trying to start conversations with him for an hour now and he had shut them all down within a few sentences. He was clearly in a bad mood and taking it out on her. All she was trying to do was make things less weird between them. Why was he being such a dick?

"Dude, did I do something wrong? Why are you--"

Bakugou cut her off, holding his hand out in front of her to stop her from walking. He pointed across the street where a man in an all black ducked behind a corner. Bakugou crossed the road without her and stood flush against the wall, prepared to peek around the corner.

Y/N seemed to have a different idea in mind. She marched straight down the alley where the man was, her hands in her pockets as if it was a casual meet up. "Hey dude! Where you headed?"

Bakugou could've strangled her. What the hell was she doing? She was going to get herself hurt!  With their cover already blown, he rolled his eyes and walked to join her as she chatted up the suspicious man.

Y/N had her arms crossed over her chest, tilting her head at the man-- except he wasn't a man. He was a kid. He couldn't have been over 13 at the most.

"Convenient store," the boy stuttered. "Just looking for a snack."

"That's bullshit, you--" Bakugou started, but Y/N grabbed his arm gently, gesturing for him to stop. She turned to the boy, taking a few steps towards him.

"It closed a few hours ago, kid. Do you wanna fess up now or should we keep chatting?"

Bakugou stared at her in confusion. What the hell kind of game was she playing?

The poor boy was shaking where he stood. "You gotta believe me, I'm a good person, I don't usually--I don't do this kind of thing! I'll never do it again, I swear, I--"

Y/N held out her hand expectantly, and the kid pulled out a small bag of a green leafy substance. Y/N pulled it open and smelled it, frowning. "Is this..." she pulled out a small clump and examined it before bursting into laughter. "I'm sorry dude, you got scammed. This is parsley."

The boy looked absolutely flabbergasted at how Y/N was acting, and Bakugou wasn't feeling much different.

"I'm assuming you thought this was weed, right? Yeah, this is definitely parsley. Where'd you get this?"

"I--someone online told me where to pick it up, I don't--please--"

"Look, you're not in trouble. You just wasted a ton of money on some garnish." She handed the bag back to him, uncrossing her arms and grabbing the kid's shoulders. "But listen to me carefully-- if that had been what you hoped it was, you would be in big trouble. Don't fuck around with this stuff at your age. Do you understand me?"

The kid nodded furiously, a tear running down his cheek in terror. "Yes, I understand!"

"If I or anyone else catch you with something like this again, it won't end well." She stood back up, letting go of the kid's arms. "Go home before police get involved."

The boy scurried off in a panic, tears streaming down his face.

Bakugou was absolutely stunned. "Why'd you let him go?"

"He was just a scared kid. It wasn't a big deal," she shrugged, heading back towards the main road.

Bakugou caught up with her. He wasn't sure what to say. He was impressed, that was for sure, but he felt weird about it. 

"America has a massive opioid problem. He could've had a lot worse," Y/N grumbled. "I've had to stop kids with heroin back in the states. Not a fun conversation for anybody. In fact, most hero work in the US is drug shit."

Y/N was walking in front now, and for the first time ever, Bakugou was okay with someone being ahead of him. He felt comfortable with her in control; it was odd, but liberating. "That's fucked up," he grunted. 

Y/N nodded gravely, but her expression quickly turned excited when she spotted a small coffee shop on the corner. "Wanna grab a coffee? We'll be up for a while," she offered. "C'mon, it'll take two minutes. I'm buyin'."

"Coffee is vile," Bakugou spat. "No fucking thanks."

"I bet I can get you something you like," she challenged. She dashed to the entrance, swinging open the door and taking off her helmet as she entered. Bakugou fought back a smile as he followed her in.

It was 10 PM, which meant the place was mostly empty save for a few overworked business men in the corners. Y/N strolled up the counter while Bakugou followed behind her, standing close to avoid social interaction and crossed his arms in discomfort.

"A dirty chai and a black coffee, please," she beamed. 

"The hell is a chai? Why is it dirty?" Bakugou hissed at her.

"Just trust me," she reassured, putting a hand on his shoulder before turning back to the cashier. She paid the woman and tipped generously before standing by the end of the counter to wait.

Bakugou didn't like new things. He knew the things he enjoyed and he was content to stick to them-- but Y/N was so unbearably persuasive. She could likely convince him to do anything.

Once their drinks were ready, Y/N handed Bakugou the dirty chai with a grin on her face. "Alright, try it."

Bakugou didn't like the attention but brought the cup to his lips and took a small sip. At first it was the same bitter taste of coffee, but the flavor was chased by something sweeter and spicier-- cinnamon and cream. The cinnamon bit his tongue in the way spicy food usually did, which Y/N must've known he liked.

"It's fine," he said, taking another gulp. He did like it.

Y/N chuckled. "Told you I'd find one you like," she boasted, taking a sip of hers before heading towards the door.

Bakugou let the smile happen this time. He took another sip as they walked back out into the cold night air to finish their shift, a warm feeling in his chest that he tried to convince himself was from the drink.

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The next day, Kirishima insisted that Y/N try the outdoor baths to relax after her shift. They were only a few blocks from UA's campus. "They'll change your life. Trust me," he had said. 

Y/N had walked right into his setup without realizing.

It was 10:00 PM on a Sunday; late enough in the day that the sun had set. Part of her was secretly excited. Y/N had only ever been to Japan on business, but rarely did anything recreational. This was going to be one of the first 'touristy' activities she participated in. She didn't know much about the baths. All she knew is that she would be sharing a space with others, and she'd likely be naked. 

Kirishima had mentioned that it was a mixed math, meaning that both men and women would share the hot spring. Y/N hoped that this late at night she would have the water feature to herself. That was what Kirishima recommended at least. He'd never lead her astray, right?

Y/N followed the directions on the signs, cleaning herself under the shower in a wooden cubicle as expected of her. There was a small wooden stool, but it felt so odd sitting down during a shower that she ignored it, opting to stand as she rinsed.

Once she was sure she was properly clean, she wrapped the special onsen towel around her chest (Kirishima was kind enough to lend her one). It was softer than most towels. This shit is made of dreams, she thought as she exited the building.

There were small lanterns lighting the area, shining through the steam of the hot springs. It was beautiful. The air was cold and bit her skin as she made her way to the back of the fenced area. Hopefully, this would keep her away from the eyes of any other patrons, right?

But there was already somebody in the pool. 

"You've gotta be fucking with me," Y/N mumbled.

"The hell are you doing here, Tinkerbell?"

Bakugou was lounging in the bath, his arms up on the sides as he glared at her. The dark sky and faded lanterns made it impossible to see through the surface of the water, but Bakugou was naked. Completely naked. She saw his towel on the ground next to the bath.

"Fuck. Kirishima said-- it doesn't matter. I'm sorry, I'll go," she stuttered, turning to leave. The towel around her waist suddenly did not feel big enough. Was her ass showing?

"It's fucking fine, I'll leave," Bakugou grunted, about to get up. 

Y/N tried not to let her voice give away how flustered she was. She did not want him to get up, because then she'd be able to see all of him, and she wasn't sure she'd be able to handle that. "No no, I interrupted you, you stay here. I'll go--"

"Just get in then. You already spent your damn money."

Y/N paused for a moment, her heart racing. She was supposed to keep the towel on, right? She didn't dare ask the question out loud out of fear of being wrong, and even if she was supposed to take it off, there was no way in hell she'd do that.

"Jesus, calm down. I won't look."

Fuck. She was supposed to take it off. Well, if Bakugou said she should... they were pretty far away from each other, so it shouldn't matter, right?

Once she was sure he was turned away, Y/N let the towel drop and she tiptoed into the water. The heat encompassing her body felt like a release of breath. The warmth seeped through her skin and reached every part of her, relaxing her body within seconds. "Holy shit," she muttered without thinking. Her muscles unclenched subconciously.

Bakugou scoffed. "What, you've never had a fucking bath before?"

"Not in a hot spring, no," she admitted. "What, do you do this a lot?"

"Every Sunday. Usually I'm the only one here," he grumbled.

Y/N's face burned. "I'm sorry, I wouldn't have come if I'd known. Kirishima said--"

"Calm down, it's fine. I'm leaving soon anyways."

Y/N finally looked across the pool at him. He was relaxed against a rock, watching her intently. The attention only made her feel hotter. Could he see her body through the water? She covered her chest with her arms just in case. "Does Kirishima know you come here?"

"Yup. He comes with sometimes," Bakugou said.

"I'm gonna kill him."

He smirked at her. "What, you didn't come to see me naked?"

"Of course not!" Y/N cried, shrinking down lower into the water at the accusation. 

He tilted his head back against the rock and looked down at her. "I dunno, Tinkerbell, I saw the way you looked at me when you rubbed sunscreen on me. Couldn't stay away?" he teased. There was a wicked glint in his eye.

Y/N knew how red she was getting and she hated it. "You're the one who stuck his tongue down my throat," she snapped. "You sure you weren't excited to see me walk in?" 

"Don't act like you didn't kiss me back. You couldn't keep your fucking hands off me. Bet you thought about my lips for days," he challenged, drifting closer to her.

Y/N glared at him. Every second that passed made her angrier. "And you rubbed your boner on me. Try me." She splashed him before he could get any closer-- he was only a few feet away now.

He growled at her from the splash. "Don't start that. You'll lose."

Y/N didn't care. She splashed him again, harder this time.

He lunged at her, grabbing her wrists and holding them still in front of her chest. The water sloshed around them, the steam parting from the movement. She could see him clearly now. His red eyes stared down at her, an angry glare on his face; he was positively menacing and it made her legs feel like jelly.

"It seems to me like you couldn't keep away from me, Katsuki," she whispered.

"So what if I can't, Tinkerbell?" he said lowly, leaning his face down closer to hers. "You gonna pretend you don't want it?"

Jesus. Y/N was struggling to breathe now. 

He was close enough that they were sharing the same breath, his nose almost pressed against hers, his lips only centimeters away. One small movement and their mouths would be touching. It was intoxicating. Y/N couldn't pull herself away, but she didn't dare move.

"I know you want it," he breathed. "You gonna fess up now, princess?"

"You wish."

He let go of her and pulled away. There were shivers running up and down her spine that she couldn't shake away. Her entire body was throbbing for him; she needed him to touch her again, but he was climbing out behind her. 

"Enjoy your bath, Tinkerbell."

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"What the fuck is Worcestershire sauce?" Bakugou snapped. "I swear Iida is making this shit up." He crumbled up the shopping list and threw it at the back of Todoroki's head.

Bakugou, Midoriya, Todoroki, Kirishima and Y/N were assigned to go grocery shopping for that week (actually, Kirishima was, but he got carried away inviting people to come with). They'd been scouring the shelves looking for the different items that Iida had listed, but they seemed to be struggling.

"I believe it's similar to soy sauce. Let's check near there," Todoroki said, pointing towards a nearby isle. Him and Bakugou seemed to be the only ones actually trying to shop; Y/N and Kirishima were playing some game with finger guns and running around through the store. Bakugou was about ready to kill them.

"Oi! I'm not getting paid to babysit!" He barked, grabbing Kirishima by the shirt collar as he ran past. "Stop acting crazy or I'll rip your head off." Kirishima pouted at being ridiculed.

"I think I win then, right? You got apprehended," Y/N bragged, pretending to blow smoke away from her finger guns. Kirishima stuck his tongue out at her.

From then on, Bakugou snapped at them when they started goofing off, keeping them in line. Midoriya had gotten lost a few isles back and still hadn't been found.

"I wanna go check out their bike decals. I'll be back in a hot second," Y/N said. As she tried to scurry away, Bakugou snatched her sleeve, tsking at her.

"Stop slacking off. Help with the damn groceries or go home."

"Don't be a dick. It's not like we're crunched for time. Come with if you're so worried I'll take a while," she suggested, heading off down the isle without a second thought. Bakugou snarled in frustration. Why did she never listen?

He followed her anyway, muttering under his breath as he did so. 

Bakugou had to jog after her to keep up. He was angry that she hadn't waited for him, but that anger faded once he found her staring longingly up at a certain item on a shelf above her. He walked over to meet her, trying to pinpoint what she was staring at. 

"Look at those stickers!" She gushed. "How do I choose?"

Bakugou followed her gaze and landed on an abundance of motorcycle decals. There were hundreds of different stickers-- flowers, cats, countries, flags-- but what Y/N seemed to be looking at was the hero merch. 

"I should just get them all, right? I mean, I got my paycheck," she said. It sounded like she was trying to convince herself and Bakugou just happened to overhear the conversation. "I should support the homies."

Bakugou rolled his eyes at how cheesy she was being. "Do what you want, but hurry it up."

Y/N's eyes scanned the self intently. One of them seemed to catch her eye and she laughed. "Hey, check it out, Kat!" She held it in front of his face to show him. "What do you think? Should I get it?"

It was a sticker of Deku giving a big thumbs up, his name in a banner above his head. It was sickeningly wholesome. "Gross," Bakugou grumbled. He looked around for something better, and found the best option pretty quickly.

Katsuki found a sticker of his own. It had DYNAMIGHT in big orange letters over a black explosion. It did look pretty cool. "This one," he smirked. "Put this shit on your bike."

Y/N looked it over and pretended to think about it. "Hmm... shouldn't I get stickers of good heroes?"

Scorched.

"You brat," he seethed, snatching the Deku sticker from her hand. He was about to yell at her some more, stepping towards her menacingly, but she said something that made him stop.

"Calm down Kat, I'm teasing you. You know you're my favorite hero."

Bakugou had a hard time processing what she had said. He was her favorite hero? His muscles seemed to stop working where he was and he found himself staring at her, unable to understand. "Huh?"

"Don't act so shocked," she grumbled.

"Why the hell am I  your favorite hero?"

"Don't make me talk about it! Fuck off," she retorted, but her face was getting pinker as the seconds dragged on.

Bakugou's heart swelled in his chest. There was a sense of pride, sure, but something else too... he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He kind of wanted to hold her hand, or run his fingers through her hair... or something else dumb like that. His face started turning pink, too.

Y/N took the Dynamight sticker from his hands and grabbed a few other eccentric looking designs from the shelf. "Alright, I've got my picks," she said excitedly. "Let's go meet up with the others."

~~~

It was 8:00 PM now; the sun had just set and Y/N had finished sprucing up her motorcycle with the new stickers. She loved them. She'd gotten some flower decals along with a few merch selections of friends of hers (she had a small section above her back wheel for those). 

She'd even finished a few tune ups; just some routine things, like brake and fluid checks. Her overalls smelled of oil and polish, but she liked the smell. It felt familiar and reminded her of home.

Y/N stood up and admired her handy work. The new polish looked nice too. Her bike was as beautiful as ever, though she likely had grease stains on her face now. She grabbed her grease rag and wiped her cheek with the back of her hand as she made her way back into the dorms. It was late enough in the evening that most of her friends were back in their rooms.

Her tool kit was getting heavier the more she worked. She'd acquired more and more tools as the semester progressed, finding new niches that needed to be filled from completing the uniform requests of her friends. Originally it hadn't been a problem, but her back was suffering the consequences now. She wished she had Bakugou's muscles.

After returning her tools and oils to her room, Y/N made her way to the shower to clean off. Mechanic work was messier than most people thought; she knew she smelled like a car shop and she didn't want that. Most people didn't find the scent as appealing as she did.

The hot water was a relief. Bakugou had not gone easy on her in training that morning. Muscles that she didn't even know she had were now aching from exhaustion... but she did really enjoy that time she had with him, as weird as their new dynamic was. Bakugou had never been an easy person to read, but recently he had been much more expressive around her. He'd even smiled a few times; a real, genuine smile that made her heart race.

Y/N decided to let herself indulge and she used her more expensive soap. It had been a gift from Mina a few weeks back. The scrub smelled of vanilla and coffee (two of Y/N's favorite scents) and left her feeling the smoothest she'd ever been. She even used a bit of Momo's facial cream.

For the first time since being in Japan, Y/N used her silk robe after drying off. It was unbelievably soft and filled her with happy memories of self-care days in the states. Part of her ached to be home again, but it was getting harder and harder to admit.

Y/N stepped out of the steam of the bathroom and made her way to her bedroom, squeezing the last bit of water from her hair as she walked down the hall. She hadn't felt this nice in a long time-- the onsen hadn't exactly been a relaxing experience.

It was hard to get that image Bakugou out of her head. He had been naked in front of her, gripping her and leaning in. It would have been so easy to close the gap, kiss him, maybe even go further than that... why was she so nervous? She'd never had problems with boys before; in fact, she was usually the one making moves and flirting. This whole situation felt so different than what she was used to.

She paused as she passed by his door. There was loud music blaring, though she didn't recognize the artist. What kind of music did Bakugou like? Maybe she should just ask. What was she so scared of?

She had to prove to herself that she wasn't a pussy. Y/N raised her hand to knock, but before she even got the chance, the door opened.

And Bakugou was shirtless behind it.

"Uh, hey, you need to turn down..." Y/N started, but she trailed off when she realized where Bakugou was staring. His eyes were staring straight down at her chest.

In her desire to see him again she'd forgotten that she was wearing a silk robe, and not a thick one. Her nipples were definitely visible under the fabric and there was more than a comfortable amount of cleavage showing. 

"Jesus, what are you trying to do to me?" Bakugou breathed, his eyes not parting from her boobs. His pupils were dark with that same look she'd seen before-- it was the same as the Onsen, the kiss, the pancake batter, the seven minutes in heaven, the rooftop. She wanted to see more of it.

Y/N wasn't sure what to do. She was frozen again. How did he always manage to make her feel like jelly?

Before she could even realize what was happening, Bakugou grabbed her forearm and yanked her into his room, slamming the door behind them and pushing her against it. 

There was barely an inch of space between them as she looked up at him. His breathing was heavy and his grip on her was unrelenting. She never wanted it to end. Chills ran up her spine at the words he whispered into her ear.

"If you want me to stop, tell me. Otherwise I'm not stopping until I'm finished with you, Tinkerbell."

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The more seconds passed, the harder it was for Bakugou to keep it together. Y/N was in his room with only a robe on. His grip on himself was slipping the longer he looked at her. He had her pushed up against the door, much like when he'd kissed her. 

But he was planning on doing much more than kissing now.

"Who's the desperate one now, huh?" Y/N snickered, and the playful tone of her voice was the last straw before he lost it. He was done for. There was no going back now.

A low rumble sounded in his chest, almost like a growl. "Watch your mouth, Tinkerbell, or I'll have to fuck that attitude out of you."

Y/N's breath caught in her throat and he loved it. He loved the power he had over her. She liked to act high and mighty, but he knew now what made her slip up; with only a few words he could reduce her to a blushing mess. 

"What are you waiting for then?" she challenged.

Bakugou snapped.

Within a second he picked her up, her legs wrapped around his waist, and he carried her over to his bed. She was giving him a look that he was aching to see more of. He dropped her there, and she hit the mattress with a small yelp, making him smirk. Y/N propped herself up on her elbows, staring at his dominating figure. Her robe was coming undone; the deep V was now an even deeper V that showed skin all the way to her belly button. A few more rough movements and her entire body would be exposed.

Bakugou climbed on top of her, unable to stop himself. He couldn't help himself from staring at her body; there was a wicked glint in his eye that made Y/N shiver involuntarily.

In one swift movement, he bent down and pushed his lips against hers. With one hand he grabbed the back of her neck and deepened the kiss; with the other, he trailed his fingers down that horribly enticing robe of hers. His hand brushed against the skin of her chest making her gasp into his mouth. 

The kiss was rough and desperate. Bakugou was unable to hold back now. Every fiber of self control that he'd had before was now burned up, and the need for her was clouding every part of him. The next time she opened her mouth in a gasp, he pushing his tongue inside, making her moan. The sound sent blood rushing downward at an alarming rate. 

He bit her bottom lip lightly as he pulled away, staring at her. Y/N's cheeks were flushed red and her eyes were closed as he played with her. She was enjoying this, and the thought only made him hungrier for her. "Jesus, Y/N," he groaned. "Taste like heaven..."

When he reconnected their lips again, his hands got to work. They drifted from her face, skimming over her neck as he made his way down her perfect body. He grabbed the small section of fabric above her chest and pulled it away to expose the her breasts as he kissed her. He pulled back again and inhaled at the sight beneath him.

Y/N saw him staring and tried to cover herself up with her hands, but Bakugou grabbed her wrists and pinned them by her head. "No. Wanna see," he growled, this time kissing her neck instead of her lips. "Fuckin' beautiful."

Bakugou kissed and sucked at that sensitive bit of skin on her neck, making Y/N's breathing pick up. His hands were on her waist now as he nipped at her. He licked over the skin, smirking with pride at the bright red hickey.

"Bakugou! Did you leave a mark?" Y/N whined. "I have fucking work tomorrow, you--"

He grabbed her chin aggressively, forcing her to look at him. "Do I look like I give a fuck if you work tomorrow? I'm not done."

Y/N hated how much her body shivered at his words.

Bakugou's hands made their way from her hips up to her chest. He bent down and licked her nipple, his dick throbbing when she moaned at the feeling. He used his thumb to brush and flick over the other one, Y/N squirming under his touch as he sucked and twisted. 

"Fuck--Bakugou, stop fucking teasing," she snapped. 

His mouth popped off her chest and he glared at her, crawling up to her eye level. "You aren't in charge here," he growled, one hand reaching up and wrapping around her neck. Y/N's eyes widened at the touch. "I'll stop when I wanna stop. Got that, Tinkerbell?"

With one hand still on her neck, he traced his fingers down her body until he was only inches away from where she needed him most. 

"Say please," he said, an evil smile on his face.

Y/N glared at him, her face even redder than before. "You're an asshole."

"Beg, Tinkerbell, or I'll tease you the rest of the goddamn night. Don't test me."

Y/N squeezed her eyes shut, her hands clutching the wrist that held her neck. "Fine! Jesus, please! Touch me!"

Bakugou chuckled in satisfaction, finally letting his fingers down lower. He wiped a stripe up her slit with his pointer finger before rubbing his fingers over her clit, eliciting a desperate moan from Y/N. Chills ran up his spine at the sound; he needed more. He was going to need both hands for this.

He let go of her throat (much to Y/N's disappointment) and crouched down on the floor next to the bed. He pried her legs open wider, almost groaning at how perfect the sight was in front of him. Y/N was positively dripping. He looked up at her, admiring how desperate she looked. His dick throbbed at the sight.

"You dripping for me, Y/N?" he said. His voice was low and made Y/N's legs shake.

"Fuck off. Just fucking touch me."

Bakugou obliged. He ran his fingers over her slit again, this time finding her entrance and letting his middle finger push in. "Damn, you're tight," he grunted, letting his finger bottom out. Seeing his finger inside her made the desire to fuck her spread throughout his entire body. He was reaching a dangerous level of need.

He curled his finger, and Y/N keeled over at the sensation. "Fuck, right there," she begged. "Please, Kat, right there."

Her begging was music to his ears. He pushed another finger in, stretching her out, and with his other hand he used his thumb to rub her clit. He curled his fingers again, this time making her moan like a porn star. His dick was becoming uncomfortably hard. He ached for some kind of friction. 

Bakugou continued, picking up his pace. Y/N was losing her mind on the bed, squirming and crying out at every curl of his finger; he was hitting every spot perfectly, and the friction on her clit was making her see white. Her chest was rising and falling as she panted above him. Bakugou watched her with a wicked grin. Her whining, her pleasure, it was all because of him. He loved that power.

"Wait, stop, or I'm gonna-- Fuck--" Y/N started babbling above him. "Shit, shit, Bakugou, I--"

"I'm not fucking stopping. Cum for me, Tinkerbell." 

Y/N's orgasm slammed into her. Pleasure ripped through her body, the heat spreading to every part of her. She convulsed and moaned on Bakugou's sheets as wave after wave of pleasure overtook her.

Katsuki kept his fingers moving throughout her orgasm, making sure he didn't stop until she was completely wrecked. It was the most attractive thing he'd ever seen; her mouth was wide open as she cried out and he could feel her pulsing around his fingers as she rode out her high. God, he wanted to feel that on his dick.

When the overwhelming sensation subsided, Y/N collapsed in an exhausted heap on his mattress, trying to catch her breath. Bakugou stood up and licked her wetness from his fingers, almost making Y/N cum again from the sight. "Jesus fucking Christ. I've never..." she started, but it was difficult to speak from how numb her body was. Her ears were ringing and her body was still shaking from the aftershocks of her orgasm.

Bakugou leaned over her, resting his hands on either side of her body. "Oh, we're not done. It's my turn now."

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Bakugou was positively aching.

Y/N got on her knees in front of him, sliding off the mattress. Her cheeks were still red from her orgasm. He was pretty sure he'd never been this desperate; he clenched his fists to stop himself from shaking with anticipation.

She grabbed his pants and tried pulling them down, but Bakugou swatted her hands away. "No. No touching. Lay down." He grabbed her neck again and pushed her back down onto the mattress. She shot him an impatient glare.

"Why can't I touch you?"

He ignored the question, pulling his pants off. There was an intimidating tent in his underwear that made Y/N feel dizzy. Jesus Christ. She tried sitting up and reaching for him again, but same as before, he pushed her hands away. Y/N was getting frustrated.

"Let me touch you!" She demanded. "What gives?"

He finally looked at her again, this time with a suspiciously proud smirk. "I like when you beg," he said, this time pushing her chest down and lowering her back onto the mattress. "So needy."

Y/N's face burned at his words. She was frustrated, sure, but damn if he didn't know how to make her throb for him. Her eyes lit up with an evil idea.

She spread her legs, drawing Bakugou's attention downward. Her hands drifted lower and she ran her fingers along herself for him to see. A soft moan escaped her lips and Katsuki's smirk faded. He couldn't look away, and his breathing started speeding up as his body felt heavy with desire.

"You're the one who hasn't cum yet, so I don't think I'm the needy one," she challenged, her other hand reaching up to grab her nipple. It was purely to make him squirm, and it was working beautifully. 

Bakugou was pissed now. He crawled on top of the mattress, looming over her and panting before connecting his lips with her neck again. He kept his face there, sucking and licking the skin as he took his underwear off with his other hand. "You're a brat," he growled. 

Y/N glanced down to see him in all his glory and almost gasped out loud. She always knew Bakugou was beautiful, but his dick too? Fucking predictable. Just looking at it made her clench, and she really really needed to know what he felt like. Her heart was racing in her chest.

Bakugou grinned devilishly at her reaction. "Excited, Tinkerbell?" he bragged. "You should be." His hand reached down and he pumped himself a few times as he supported himself with his elbow, making Y/N almost choke at the sight. She could watch that forever.

"Perv," he teased, a small laugh escaping his lips. The sound made her clench harder.

"Just fuck me already, asshole," Y/N grumbled, reaching down to grab his dick, but again he swatted her away.

"What did I say? Hands off," he spat. 

Y/N rolled her eyes at him and was about to complain, but then she felt him. His tip was pressed against her entrance, unmoving; he was playing with her as he rubbed himself across her wetness. "Bakugou, I swear to God."

"Impatient, too? Fucking terrible," he teased. "Maybe you don't deserve it."

Y/N's eyes deepened into a glare. She'd had enough.

She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him inside of her. Bakugou's resolve vanished and his smile dropped. It was too much; too good too quickly. He keeled over, groaning at the feeling. He wasn't prepared for that much pleasure. Bakugou could feel her clenching around him and his eyes rolled to the back of his head before he could get it together.

He felt too vulnerable and it made him angry. Bakugou grabbed her wrists and pulled them above her head to restrain her.

"Don't," he threatened, his voice low and dominating.

Y/N didn't listen, as usual, and only pushed him in deeper, sighing with satisfaction. He was stretching her out perfectly and he had already hit that spot inside her that made her toes curl. It was addicting and she shivered, desperate for more.

"You're gonna fucking regret that, Tinkerbell," he snarled. His threat felt empty though, because he was still trying to recover from how good she felt. If he didn't get it together, he wasn't going to last-- and he desperately wanted this to last. 

Bakugou took a moment to catch his breath, ignoring the proud look on Y/N's face. Once he felt like he could handle it, he pulled out slightly before pushing in again... hard. 

Y/N cried out at the feeling before she could stop herself.

"Is that too much? Too fucking bad. Shouldn't have pissed me off," he spat, that devious smile returning as he started to move. He started slow, trying to adjust to the feeling of being inside her. She was too tight, too warm, too wet, and far too good. He grunted as he increased his pace.

Y/N didn't seem to care that he had won. She was blissed out, her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth open in pleasure. Seeing her like that made it harder to keep it together.

Her body moved with his as he thrusted in and out. The friction was delicious and made his entire body feel like it was on fire. He'd never experienced something this good before-- not with himself, not with the previous girl, not with anything. This was incredible. Nothing was ever going to compare and he knew it.

Bakugou couldn't help it-- small grunts started falling out of his mouth. He was too focused on that addicting sensation to care. His resolve was fading the more he pushed into her. The faster he fucked her, the louder she got; and the louder she got, the better he felt. Making her moan immediately became his new favorite thing. He didn't care if their classmates heard them-- he just needed more of her.

"Fuck, Kat," Y/N groaned. "Holy shit. Holy shit." 

He grinned, proud of the mess he was reducing her to. He wanted to ruin her with his dick, dominate her, prove to her that no one else was going to make her feel this good; but the longer he kept going, the harder it was to focus on her. 

Bakugou couldn't stop it now. His body had kicked into autopilot, a primal need for her settling in as he thrusted in and out, in and out. It was impossible to hold back, and he didn't want to hold back. He was chasing a pleasure unlike anything he'd ever felt. 

With one hand he held her hip and with the other he grabbed her neck to hold her in place as he continued to fuck into her. Y/N felt good, so so good, and the pleasure in his body was reaching dangerous heights. 

"Jesus, Tinkerbell," he groaned. His grunts were turning into moans now-- loud and uncontrolled. He probably looked desperate and unhinged, but he didn't care. The only thing he cared about now was chasing that high. "Fuck. Fuck, you feel so good. Shit, I'm getting close."

Y/N grabbed his back and pulled him tight against her chest, raking her fingers down his back. He was hitting her G spot repeatedly and each touch made her tighten up in pleasure. The sharp sting of her nails on his back somehow made him feel even better. He was going numb with the sound of her crying out his name.

"I'm gonna--Fuck, Bakugou, I'm gonna cum again--" She moaned, the words barely coming out through her panting.

"Again? Selfish girl," he teased, letting go of her neck and switching to her wrists, pulling them above her head again and pinning her down. With the other, he reached down and rubbed tight circles on her clit. His pace was unrelenting, absolutely ruining her and making her unravel underneath him. "You gonna cum for me again, Tinkerbell?"

"Please," she begged. "Please don't stop, I'm so close--"

"C'mon, Y/N, gimme one more," he breathed, and pushed his lips against hers to kiss her.

She came on his cock, and this time Bakugou could feel it for himself. She cried out into his mouth as he continued to fuck her, her walls fluttering and tightening around him. He groaned at the sensation. He was now completely unable to hold back. 

His jaw dropped open and his eyes squeezed shut as he moaned, and he felt that cord inside him snap. He was cumming too now, pushing inside of her as deep as he could as his release rolled over him. He panted with his head on her shoulder, experiencing the craziest orgasm of his life. He could feel himself pumping into her as he tried to catch his breath, his vision blurring.

When they both came down from their highs, Bakugou pulled out and collapsed on his back next to her. They were trying desperately to catch their breaths. He ran his hands through his hair and let his eyes flutter shut as he panted. "Fuck," he breathed.

Y/N started laughing. Bakugou turned to her, utterly perplexed. "The fuck is so funny?"

"I just had sex with Katsuki Bakugou," she snickered. "And I made him cum."

Bakugou scoffed at her. "Shut the hell up. I did all the work."

"Only because you didn't let me touch you! Wanna explain to me what that was about?" She demanded.

He didn't say anything. He didn't know how to say it, mostly because he still wasn't sure what he felt. The thought of someone having that much power over his body without him being able to control it stressed him out. 

"It's a power thing, isn't it?"

He looked over at her, surprised at how quickly she'd picked up on it.

"It's cool. Everyone's got their fears," she shrugged. She was trying to piss him off, and he fell for it.

Bakugou sat up and glared at her. "It's not a fear."

"Mhm. Sure."

"It's not a fear!"

Y/N eyed him with suspicion before sitting up and climbing on top of him, making him move back against the wall. "Alright, then this shouldn't be a problem then," she said, picking up his hands and pulling them above his head. She leaned forward and started kissing his neck.

"Fuck, wait, you can't--" He pushed her off, his breath catching in his throat.

She laughed. "Not a fear, huh?"

He sighed in frustration. "Fine. I just... like being in control. Is that so fucking bad?"

"Hmm... well it might be, because I like being in control too," Y/N said.

Bakugou felt chills run up his spine.

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Bakugou woke up first.

Granted, he hadn't slept much; it was hard to get to sleep knowing that Y/N was in his bed with him. They had just fucked but for some goddamn reason there were still butterflies in his stomach. 

He turned onto his side to look at her. She was curled up on the other side of his bed, deep breaths dancing over her lips as she slept. Bakugou usually tried to push down the feeling of his heart swelling, but he let himself feel it this time. She looked so perfect-- he wanted to stay like this forever. 

Bakugou reached his hand up to touch her cheek, but he hovered a few inches above her face. He didn't want to wake her... and was this weird? Was it weird that he wanted to hold her? This was all so new. 

He gave in and let his fingers brush her hair from her face as he watched her. Part of him wanted to lean in and kiss her sleeping lips, but--

Y/N's eyes fluttered open and when she felt his hand she smiled. "Simp," she said, her voice gravelly from the morning.

Bakugou's eyes widened in surprise. "Fuck off, dumbass. You snore in your sleep." He turned away so that she wouldn't see his blush. The butterflies surged inside of him.

"You were literally inside me yesterday, and you get embarassed at touching my face?" she teased. She shimmied over to him, admiring how sexy he looked without a shirt. "You're more of a pussy than I thought--"

He whipped around and tackled her in anger, flipping her over and pinning her against his pillow. Y/N was only giggling at him and it made his heart race. "Call me a pussy one more time. I dare you," he threatened, leaning in close as she laughed. God, her smile was contagious, and it made him feel warm.

Y/N was definitely about to call him a pussy again, but a knock sounded at the door.

"Have you seen my crocs?" 

Kirishima.

Bakugou picked Y/N up from his mattress and carried her over to his closet, shoving her inside as she tried to get free.

"You asshole! You can't just--"

He shut the door on her. Typical. From inside his closet, she could hear Bakugou open his bedroom door. He was treating her like shit and it pissed her off.

"They're under your desk, dumbass," Bakugou snapped.

"Oh, okay. Is someone in there with--" Bakugou slammed the door, not letting Kirishima finish that sentence.

Y/N pushed out of his closet. "What the hell, man?"

"What? You want Shitty Hair knowing I railed you?" She didn't respond. "Didn't think so," he grumbled. 

"You're a dick."

"Should I tell the class we fucked? Is that what you want, Tinkerbell?"

"I just--" Y/N sighed in frustration, not sure what to say. "Whatever. Do what you want. I have shit to do." She tightened her robe and snuck out of his room, visibly upset. 

Okay, maybe he needed to work on his aftercare. Big deal.

~~~

Bakugou did not like that Y/N wore her robe to breakfast that morning. Her cleavage was on display for anyone to see; when he saw Sero and Kaminari staring, he almost snapped his chopsticks in half. He didn't want anyone else seeing her like that.

Y/N was oblivious. She carried on making her eggs before sitting at the table next to Kirishima and watching some TikToks he had saved to show her. They were laughing together and it pissed Bakugou off. 

"Hold up, hold up-- is that a hickey?" Kirishima gasped. He grabbed Y/N's head and turned it to get a better look.

Y/N panicked and smacked her hand over it to cover it up. "I--"

"No fucking way! Did you have a dick appointment last night? Why didn't you tell me?" Mina demanded. "I am offended, but I guess that explains why you finally used the scrub I got you."

Y/N's eyes darted to Bakugou temporarily, and he looked like he was holding back a laugh. There was a wicked smile on his face as he ate his breakfast. He'd given her the damn hickey on purpose. She could feel her cheeks heating up.

"Was he good?" Kaminari teased.

Bakugou looked up at her expectantly, waiting for her answer with raised eyebrows.

"Eh, he was fine," she responded.

Katsuki glared at her, unmoving, and she tried not to laugh at his anger.

"Well if you ever need someone who can treat you like a princess, hit me up--" Kaminari started, but the sound of Bakugou slamming his fist on the table interrupted him.

Everyone stared at him in shock, including Y/N. Whoops. He hadn't meant to do that. "Saw a bug," he grumbled, going back to shoveling food into his mouth as his face burned up. 

"You used protection, right?" Mina lectured. "If you get pregnant, so help me--"

"Chill, I've got an IUD," Y/N said with rolling eyes. "I'm not an idiot."

"Good girl. Are you gonna see him again?"

Y/N paused. What was she supposed to say with Bakugou in the room? She couldn't say that she wanted it again-- she didn't want him to have that upper hand, not when he had treated her like garbage that morning. Plus, she didn't know if he only saw her as a one night stand. Did Bakugou even do one night stands?

There were too many confusing factors for her to come up with a good response. "I dunno," she said.

~~~

Y/N's arms were sore from laboring in her workshop.

All Might had come to her days ago asking if she'd like to end her work as an engineer. Now that her identity was public knowledge, it wasn't necessary for her to remain at UA-- but Y/N didn't want to leave yet. She cared for her friends too much to leave. Plus, she liked tinkering. She was good at it, and being able to help her peers was exhilarating. They were the next generation of heroes; it would be irresponsible to leave them with shitty gear, right?

It was therapeutic to work. Keeping busy was nice, and the projects she had were actually interesting. Her and Kirishima were brainstorming ways to make a suit that could harden with his skin. The complexity of such a material required a shit ton of math, but she didn't mind, because she liked having something to do.

The door to her workshop slammed open.

"I swear, no one in this goddamn school knows how to knock..." she grumbled, finishing up the rest of her equation. She turned around and was surprised to see Bakugou standing in the doorway. "Oh. Hey. What's up?" Her heart skipped a beat in excitement at seeing him.

"What's up? Why the hell did you tell Kaminari it was only fine?" he demanded, stalking towards her. "You and I both know it was better than fucking fine." 

Y/N glared and crossed her arms, leaning back in her stool. "I don't know. Maybe it was the fact that you were ashamed you slept with me," she deadpanned.

"I wasn't ashamed of you," he said. "I just don't want those extras knowing."

"Who cares if they know?"

Bakugou wasn't sure why it bothered him. The thought of someone knowing about him and Y/N having sex felt... weird. "I like privacy," he grumbled.

Y/N stood up, still glaring at him. "If you don't want people knowing, why did you give me this?" She pulled down the collar of her jacket and jabbed her finger at the bright red hickey on her neck.

"I don't want anyone touching you," he growled.

"Since when do you get to make that choice for me, huh?"

His temper reached its limit. Bakugou closed the gap between them and grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up at him. "Since you were fucking screaming my name last night, begging for me to make you cum for a second time. Remember?"

Y/N looked up at him in surprise, cheeks flushed pink.

"No one else gets to touch you, Tinkerbell," He turned her head to the side to eye her hickey. "This is a warning to any boy who thinks they can try."

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"I'm only gonna be gone for a week, then I'm coming right back!" Y/N laughed.

Christmas was fast approaching and the holidays were making Y/N ache to be back in America. All over her social media feeds were people celebrating and spending time with family-- it was getting a bit sad. She could feel how much she was missing out.

"I'm just gonna miss you so much!" Mina cried. Her head was buried in Y/N's shoulder, absolutely distraught. "What if you like America better and decide not to come back?"

"I dunno, I've lived in America most of my life and it's pretty lousy," Y/N joked. "Plus, All Might invited me back for the next semester. I can't say no to that, right?"

"It's gonna be fine, Mina," Uraraka said, holding back a laugh as she patted her friend's back. "It's only six days."

Mina huffed. "Fine. As long as you promise to come back."

Y/N crossed her heart and raised her hand up. "I promise I will return shortly, m'lady."

Bakugou was watching the interaction from the common room, pretending not to care. It was only a week; the girls were just being dramatic.

Kirishima seemed to notice the look on Bakugou's face and leaned over, whispering in his ear, "How you holdin' up big guy?"

Bakugou glared at him. "The hell are you talking about?"

"Well she slept with someone a few days ago, and now she's leaving to go back home... aren't you upset?"

"I'm fine, Shitty Hair. Fuck off."

"Y'know, it's okay if you are. It's totally natural to--"

"I said I'm fucking fine!" He snapped, praying that nobody was overhearing the conversation.

Y/N approached the two of them, a scarf wrapped around her neck and knitted gloves on her hands. "Goodbye, shitheads. I'll see you in a few," she chirped, leaning down and smothering them in a warm hug.

"Whatever," Bakugou grumbled. He could feel his cheeks getting red at the contact.

"Don't fuck up your gear while I'm gone, or I'll be pissed," she threatened as she walked away. She picked up her small suitcase (she really didn't own that much) and walked out the front door, leaving Mina in the front room throwing a pity party.

A minute or so later, Kirishima pulled something out of his pocket, exaggerating his movements. "Uh oh... what's this?" he said loudly. "It looks like she LEFT her WALLET! Bakugou, you better go run this out to her!"

Bakugou saw through it immediately. "You fucker, you seriously hid her wallet?"

Kirishima grinned at him. "You should be thanking me. Now you have an excuse to talk to her."

"What if I don't take it to her?"

"Then I guess she's gonna miss her flight, cause this is inside," he gloated, pulling out her plane ticket.

Bakugou snarled at him. "You're fucking ridiculous. Gimme that," he snapped. He snatched the wallet from Kirishima's hand and jogged out the front door, leaving his friend laughing on the couch.

He spotted her a ways down the street at the bus station, and just his fucking luck, the bus pulled up.

"Oi! Tinkerbell!" He shouted, but she was too far away to hear him. He groaned in frustration and sprinted towards the bus, watching as she climbed on. Who forgets their fucking wallet anyways?

He was able to reach it just before the doors closed, panting and climbing aboard.

"Hey, where's your ticket?" The bus driver barked.

Bakugou growled at him. "I'm not here for a ride, I'm here to give this to the dumbass who left it," he snapped back. He whipped his head up to scan the seats, looking for that scarf she had on.

"What the hell? Bakugou?" Y/N's head poked up from behind a seat. When she saw it was him, she laughed. "What, you wanna come to the states with me?"

Katsuki stormed down the bus isle and dangled the wallet in front of her. "Who forgets their damn wallet going across the fucking globe?" he yelled. "Seriously, you--"

"Oh, thank you!" She gushed, standing up to take it from him. "Wow, you seriously saved my ass. Really. Thank you, Kat."

The sincerity took him off guard. "Yeah, whatever. Just keep your shit together," he grumbled. He scratched the back of his head as his heart pounded.

Y/N leaned forward and hugged him-- an intimate hug, where her arms were wrapped around his neck tightly. He let himself hug her back this time. Y/N almost short circuited when she felt his strong arms wrapping around her and pulling her closer, not expecting him to hug her back. Both of their hearts raced as he buried his face in her neck; He could smell the black coffee and vanilla. The hug only lasted a few seconds, and he didn't realize he wanted more until she pulled back.

He hadn't been sad about her leaving before, but he was now.

"You better scram before the bus driver tears you a new one," Y/N laughed, motioning to the angry man at the front of the vehicle.

"He can suck my dick," Bakugou grumbled as walked away.

"He'll have to wait in line."

His head snapped around and he stared at her in shock, a jolt running through his body. He was pissed that she'd said something that dirty so nonchalantly.

"Get outta here, Kat," she laughed, putting her headphones in her ears and plopping back down on the seat.

Bakugou climbed off the bus in a bit of a daze with red cheeks, not even noticing the bus driving swearing up a storm at him. He'll have to wait in line. The words bounced around in his head and made his pants suddenly feel very uncomfortable.

She was just joking with him. He knew that. She probably didn't actually want to suck his dick; and besides, he didn't want her to. He didn't like when someone else had the power. He never had...

So a blowjob was out of the question, right?

An image flashed in his head of Y/N on her knees underneath him, looking up at him with those doe eyes as she licked and sucked on-- No. No no no. He had never been into the idea of a blowjob before.

So why was he so turned on now?

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Bakugou was embarassed at how much he was thinking about Y/N after she left.

Training in the mornings felt boring without her. She would usually piss him off, but the emptiness where she used to be was worse. It had only been two days but her absence already left a mark. It was only five more days. Five more days and then she would be back and everything would go back to normal.

After his shower he made his way to the 3-A classroom feeling much grumpier than normal. His peers seemed to pick up on it and left him be, though were very curious what was bothering him so much.

Kirishima, on the other hand, had no fear.

He approached Bakugou and slapped him on the back. "How you doin, my man? You feelin okay?"

"I'm fine."

Kirishima sighed. "Look, if that photo is bothering you, I totally get it. I'd be upset too--"

"What fucking photo?"

Bakugou's question didn't get an answer. Aizawa strolled into the room and Kirishima was ordered to his seat, leaving Katsuki completely in the dark-- but the fucks he gave were limited that day so it didn't bother him much. He was too cranky for that.

~~~

When Bakugou arrived back at the dorms, he was in too crummy of a mood to make dinner. He stole one of Kirishima's protein drinks from the fridge and sulked to his room. He wasn't even sure why he was sulking-- it wasn't like he spent a lot of his time with Y/N anyways; so why did her absence feel so frustratingly heavy?

Once in his room he changed into his black tank top and sweats, collapsing on his bed and pulling out his phone.

Should he text her?

No. He didn't want to look like an idiot. He wasn't desperate. It's only five more days, Katsuki. Fucking get it together.

As he browsed through the news headlines, his mind started to wander back to her. What was she doing? Did she miss them? Was she going to go back to America after the next semester was over? Was she thinking about him too?

He set his phone down on his chest and squeezed his eyes shut in frustration. Stop. Thinking. About. Her. But she was just so... so funny, so weird, so exciting and so unreasonably beautiful. Those damn butterflies started to move around inside him again and he clenched his fists to try and diminish the feeling. It didn't work.

Though he tried not to, he wound up remembering the night she was in his bed. Just the thought of it made his heart start pounding and his breath catch in his throat. Part of him had hoped that after sleeping with her those confusing feelings would go away-- it only increased them tenfold. It was like he had taken a hit of a drug, not scratched an itch. The need to feel her again, kiss her again, touch her again was growing like an addiction. Goddammit.

"He'll have to wait in line."

Why the hell was that still in his head? It was just a joke. She was only trying to make him squirm the way she always did... right?

"Hmm... well it might be, because I like being in control too."

Maybe it wasn't a joke. And neither was the boner growing in his pants right now.

In a moment of weakness, Bakugou pulled his phone out again and went to... a certain website. Katsuki had never been the type of person to watch porn. He thought it was gross and overexaggerated-- and he was right, of course, but that didn't usually seem to stop other people. He just assumed it wasn't his thing... and it usually wasn't.

He was inwardly cringing at himself when he typed blowjob into the search bar. What am I doing? he thought.

No backing out now.

The titles of the videos were ridiculous, but the thumbnails were even worse. The men getting head in the photos looked so... vulnerable. Desperate. Is that what he would look like if he got a blowjob? The thought made him grimace. So far he was definitely not a fan.

He tapped on a video. Instant regret.

His phone was at full fucking volume. He almost dropped his phone as he scrambled to turn it down, the sound of a woman's erotic moans reverberating through his room. He frantically turned down the volume. Every fiber of his being hoped that Kirishima hadn't heard through the walls.

Once the panic of the porn noises subsided, he let himself eye his phone cautiously. He peeked out of one eye; why was he so uncomfortable? He blinked, trying to process what he was seeing.

The man was sitting on the edge of a bed, a woman between his legs bobbing her head up and down. The man looked so defenseless, so weak, so exposed. It was like his worst nightmare. Even the noises he was making felt... too vulnerable.

During sex, Bakugou was able to avoid that by taking the reigns. He was in charge of what happened. He touched her, and that way she never saw him looking like that. He maintained control, and he liked it that way. He felt protected. Guarded.

He exited out of the site and turned off his phone, slumping down in his bed. Okay, so he didn't like blowjobs. It wasn't his thing. His eyes closed and sighed, slightly relieved.

And yet...

Unable to stop himself, he imagined himself and Y/N in the position from the video; Her between his legs, her lips wrapped deliciously around his dick as she moved up and down, giving him so much pleasure that he couldn't even handle it.

And now he was hard again. What about her made it different?

It was irrefutable at this point. The idea of Y/N going down on him sounded... really nice. Too nice. He knew what her lips were like-- soft, warm, gentle as ever. The sensation it must create with her mouth on his cock-- well, that sounded embarrassingly good.

He was scared of being reduced to a moaning mess like the man in the video. The last thing Bakugou wanted was to let his guard down, but...

For something like that, it might be worth it.

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"Thanks for the dinner, man. You've got good taste. But why are you in America anyways? Don't you work at an agency in Japan?" Y/N asked Inasa. She slipped her jacket and beanie back on-- it was far too cold outside not to.

It was her third day back in New York. Inasa had called her after finding out she was back in the states, inviting her out to dinner. Christmas time made the city absolutely chaotic-- they had to wait almost an hour in the cold to even get into the restaurant, but the food was worth it.

Inasa was a good guy. The volume of his voice was a bit jarring at times, but he had a good heart and showered everyone around him in compliments and praise. It was a stark contrast to Bakugou.

"I've got some friends out here! As soon as I found out you were in town, I had to see you. I can't miss out on an opportunity to meet up with the famous Whirlwind! I've still got so much I want to learn from you," he gushed, puffing his chest out as he held the door open for her to exit.

"I dunno dude, from what I've heard, it sounds like you're the one who should teach me," Y/N laughed. "Rank doesn't really mean much. I've seen you in action, and I can already tell you're better with your quirk than I am."

"Nonsense, Y/N! You're a force to be reckoned with. Don't sell yourself short."

They walked down the bustling streets of the city together, the lights from the neon signs so bright it almost felt like daytime.

"Would you like to come back to my hotel room?" Inasa asked.

The question took Y/N off guard. Even after the few hours they'd spent together, she still wasn't used to how blunt he was. When he felt something, he said it. He was very straightforward in his communication.

"Oh. I'm flattered, Inasa, really, but I actually--"

Inasa shook his head and waved his hands. "Say no more, m'lady. I sensed a connection between you and that Bakugou, but I thought I'd try anyways just in case. He's a lucky man!" He took a deep bow in front of her.

Y/N smiled sadly. "Thanks, dude."

"Don't even mention it! I'd still like to train with you at some point, though," he said, winking at her. "Can I take a photo with you before you head back?"

Y/N nodded. "Sure thing!"

~~~

"What was that photo you were talking about yesterday, Shitty Hair?" Bakugou grunted, laying hit after hit into the punching bag Kirishima was holding steady.

"Oh. I thought you already knew about it. It's nothing really. Not a big deal at all, you don't even need to see it..." 

Kirishima was stalling and Bakugou knew it. Katsuki stopped his punches and gave the red haired boy a look that he knew all too well. "Tell me now before I melt you."

Kirishima sighed. "Okay, but you won't like it," he grumbled. He let go of the bag to retrieve is phone from his pocket and began scrolling to find the photo. Bakugou didn't know Instagram well enough to understand what he was doing, but he loomed over Kirishima's shoulder anyway.

Kirishima pulled up a picture of Inasa and Y/N. Inasa had one arm around her, pulling her in close, and with the other he was taking the photo. The two of them were beaming at the camera but Y/N seemed to rolling her eyes through the smile.

Unable to help himself, Bakugou snatched the phone from his friend's hand and examined the picture more closely. Were they dating? Had he gone to America with her? His mind raced with questions that each made him feel worse. "Where'd you find this shit?"

"It was on Inasa's Instagram page. I don't think it's a big deal. Inasa has always been an affectionate guy, but it doesn't mean that Y/N--"

"I don't care," Bakugou lied. He shoved the phone back at Kirishima and clenched his fists, preparing to unleash hell on the punching bag.

Kirishima gave him a knowing look. "I think you do, Bakubro."

"I don't! Fuck off!" Bakugou started punching with newfound vigor. The harder he hit, the less he thought about the picture. 

"I'm not an idiot, Kat. I know you guys have feelings for each other. Why are you trying to hide it? I'm honestly happy that you finally--"

"Look, it's not--" Bakugou started, but his words fell flat. He ran his hands through his hair in frustration. Why was he always so bad with words? "I've never-- I don't-- Fuck!" He sent an explosion from his palms, the punching bag swinging with the impact.

Kirishima watched him patiently, waiting for him to speak. Eijirou had known him for years; he knew that Bakugou had a hard time with expressing himself, and he was happy to wait for him to figure out his words.

"I've never liked someone before," Bakugou grumbled. He stared at the floor, clenching his fists. "I don't know what the hell I'm doing and I fucking hate it."

"She has feelings for you. I'm sure of it. I don't know why she slept with someone last week, but it was probably to--"

"That was me, dumbass."

Kirishima went blank. He stared at Bakugou for several seconds, enough for it to be awkward, but then positively roared with laughter. "Wait wait wait, hold on. You slept with Y/N?!"

"Don't act so fucking surprised, asshole!" He snapped. "Why--"

"What's the problem then? Are you bad at sex or something?"

"I'm fucking phenomenal at sex," Bakugou snarled, jabbing an angry finger at Kirishima's chest.

Kirishima held his hands up in surrender. "Then what's the problem?"

"I don't just wanna..." Bakugou sighed. There wasn't a good way to say it. "I don't just wanna have sex with her."

Eijirou jaw dropped in surprise, a silence passing between them. Disbelieve-- that was the emotion on Kirishima's face. "Hold on. You're... you're in love with her, aren't you?"

Bakugou's face got even hotter. "Don't say it like that, dumbass!"

"But it's true, isn't it? She told me about all the things you've done for her, I should've connected the dots... damn, Kat." Kirishima smiled. "How is it? Do you like being in love?"

"I fucking hate it!" Bakugou snapped. "It's confusing and weird and I don't know what the hell I'm supposed to do!"

A different kind of expression painted Kirishima's face now. It was mischievous and conniving. Bakugou didn't like it.

"Sounds like you need some advice. Don't worry my man, I've got just the team."

"Don't you fucking dare, Shitty Hair. I don't need your shitty advice. You guys are going to fuck everything up--"

It was too late. Kirishima had already whipped out his phone and sent out a text.

Chapter Text

It was 6:00 AM in Japan and Todoroki was woken up by the blaring sound of his ringtone. 

Still dazed from sleep (and rather annoyed at how early it was), he reached for the device on his nightstand. He squinted at the blinding light, trying to let his eyes adjust, and when he saw who the caller was he sat up in surprise.

Why was Y/N calling him?

The two of them had only spoken a few times in passing, and even then it was dry conversation. Something was wrong.

He tapped the green answer icon and held the phone to his ear. "Y/N? What's going on?"

"I don't know if I have a lot of time--" Static feedback cut through her words, making it hard to decipher what she was saying. "Your dad and mom--" Static. "--organization that--" Static. "--quirk marriages--"

Todoroki hunched over and held the phone closer to his ear. "You're cutting out. Where are you?"

"I'm getting on the plane to--" Static. "--can you meet me at the airport?"

"What time does your flight get in?"

"8:00 PM."

"Yeah, I can come get you. What's going on?"

"I can explain--" Static. "--Endeavor--" Static. "--my parents got a--" Static. A few seconds later, the phone line went dead.

Todoroki was pretty sure that he'd never been more confused, but he had a bad feeling in his gut. Was it an emergency? Was she okay? It seemed that she was trying to ask him something about his family, but why?

He crawled out of bed and slipped a shirt on, exiting his room and heading down the hall to the common room. He dialed Y/N's number again, hoping to get her to answer and clarify what she had meant.

"Mornin, Todoroki! How'd you sleep?" Kirishima asked as he patted him on the back.

"I slept fine. Y/N just called me."

Bakugou, who was sitting on the couch, looked up at Todoroki with a glare. "What? Why the hell did she call you?" 

"I'm... not sure. She told me to pick her up at the airport at 8:00 PM. It sounded urgent, but service was bad, so I couldn't tell what she was saying really. Something about my parents."

Midoriya paused his cooking at the oven and turned around to give Todoroki a worried look. "Your parents? Why does Y/N want to know about your parents?"

"Something about an organization I think. She mentioned quirk marriages."

A heavy silence fell over the room. Kirishima sat down on the couch next to Bakugou, leaning on his knees and thinking hard. "That's... weird."

"Yeah," Todoroki said. "I just wish I could've understood her better. She sounded stressed." He lowered the phone from his ear in frustration. "She's not picking up. I think she's on her flight now."

"I'm coming with," Bakugou grunted. "To the airport."

"I'll come too," Midoriya added, turning back to his food on the stove. "Something about this feels worrisome."

Katsuki tried to ignore the worry that was growing in his chest. Later, he found himself pacing back and forth in his room. Anxiety wasn't an emotion that Bakugou usually dealt with, and never at this intensity; Something was wrong and he knew it. He checked his phone again, hoping that she'd texted back.

BAKUGOU: You okay Tinkerbell?

It had been two hours since his text with no response. Can you even text from a plane? Maybe he was overreacting. I should've texted her sooner, he thought. He was basically watching the hours pass, waiting anxiously for the time to roll around for them to go to the airport. Maybe he could just go early.

No, he was getting carried away. He was overreacting. She was fine, she always was. She could take care of herself. 

A knock sounded on his door. "Bakugou, we're leaving now." Todoroki.

He whipped open the door, then regretted how eager he looked and turned away, slightly embarassed.

"You look horrible. You okay?" Shoto deadpanned.

"I'm fucking fine, asshole. Let's get out of here already." He pushed past the boy and stormed to the front door, snatching his jacket from the closet before swinging the entrance open and disappearing through it. 

"Yo, slow down! I wanna come!" Kirishima cried. He vaulted over the couch and followed closely after Bakugou like a puppy. 

"Do you think it's serious?" Midoriya asked Todoroki, concern laced in his voice.

"I'm not sure. I'd rather be safe than sorry. It sounded urgent."

~~~

The four boys sat on one of the benches waiting for Y/N's plane to land.

"By the way, operation get-Bakugou-and-Y/N-together is still underway. Mina and I have a perfect 12 step plan that's gonna rock your socks--"

"Shut it, Shitty Hair. I don't need some bullshit plan," Bakugou grumbled. He was slumped against the arm rest as he fidgeted with his belt. "Y/N and I are fine."

"Oh, so you're exclusive?"

"No, but--"

"Then it seems our services are still required," Kirishima said, winking at his friend. "Trust me, you'll love it. It's very romantic."

Bakugou groaned in frustration and threw his head back. "Do I look like I need romance? No fucking thank you."

Kirishima rolled his eyes. "Of course you need romance. How else are you going to win her over?"

"Alright, smartass. Try me. How am I supposed to romance her?" Bakugou snapped. He sat up in his seat and crossed his arms, raising an eyebrow at the red hero expectantly.

"Get her flowers!" Deku cut in. "Or take her on a date to a fancy restaurant."

"Tell her she's pretty. Make her laugh," Kirishima added.

"Hold her hand."

"Kiss her cheek."

"Tell her you like her smile. Be a gentleman."

"Jesus, no! I'm not doing that shit!" Bakugou yelled. He could feel his heart race at even the idea of it, and his face felt warm. "I don't--that's not--"

Before Bakugou could lecture them further, they heard shouting from the other end of the luggage pickup. They exchanged knowing looks before heading towards the commotion.

Panic and determination started coursing through Katsuki's blood as he shoved his way through the crowd to the source of the chaos. What the hell was going on? 

People seemed to be circling around something, and Bakugou finally pushed his way to get a better view. What he saw was definitely not what he was expecting.

Y/N, in all her angry glory, was standing above a man that was pinned beneath her boot. He was on his stomach groaning at the weight and blood seemed to be spilling from his nose as he tried to escape the hold of pressure. Wind was rippling around Y/N making her hair float wildly around her face. She looked positively menacing. The crowd around them held up their phones for photos and videos.

It seemed like whatever the phone call had been about would have to wait.

"Wanna run that by me again, sir?"  Y/N spat. Her words were dark and threatening.

"You bitch! I'll fucking kill you! Mind your fuckin--"

Y/N released her foot from his back, but instead of pulling away, she wound up and kicked the man straight in his face, making him howl in pain. The crowd gasped at her action and murmured amongst themselves. "Someone call the damn police!" Y/N roared. "I don't wanna touch this fucking shit stain longer than I have to!"

"What's going on?" Deku demanded, making his way into the circle and grabbing Y/N's shoulder. "Are you hurt?"

"Nah. This fucker just thought it would be okay to touch a woman who DOESN'T WANNA BE TOUCHED!" Y/N yelled, lowering herself down to the man's level and screaming the words at his writhing body. She turned around and approached one of the women in the circle. "Are you okay, babe? Did he hurt you at all? Don't worry, this man is going to jail as soon as I can put him there." The crowd started whispering amongst themselves as the tension started fading.

"That was... intense," Todoroki breathed. "I forget how scary she can be."

Bakugou didn't answer; he only stared at Y/N as she took the woman to a bench and sat her down, pulling a water bottle from her backpack and handing it to her. He hadn't noticed before, but her lip was split and her left cheek looked like it was bruising. The man must've put up a fight before she used her quirk on him. He turned just in time to see the man getting carried away by the police.

Y/N left the woman in the hands of the professionals and stepped aside to catch her breath. Her blood was still pumping with adrenaline, but she could now feel the throbbing in her face from where the man had fought back. Stupid asshole. 

"That was quite the damn show, Tinkerbell."

Y/N looked up to see Bakugou, his arms crossed over his chest as he smirked at her. That look almost made her legs jelly.

"I should've charged tickets," Y/N joked. "We got quite the crowd. Glad you could make it." She took a dramatic bow and Bakugou couldn't help but smile.

"He put up a fight?" Bakugou asked, stepping closer to her and reaching his hand towards her face to examine the damage. "Damn, he got up your lip pretty bad. Looks pretty ugly."

Y/N ran her tongue over the gash and shrugged. "I'm still a better kisser than you, ugly lip included, smartass." Bakugou wanted nothing more than to kiss that smart mouth of hers. 

He settled for rolling his eyes at her. 

He'd get time with her later, he was going to make sure of that. Bakugou was tired of waiting.

Chapter Text

After Y/N gave her statement to the police, the group took a taxi back to the UA dorms. 

"I hope no gear got fucked up while I was gone. Did you guys miss me?" Y/N asked, holding open the door for the boys. She shrugged off her jacket and pulled the beanie from her head, leaving behind a large amount of static that made Kirishima laugh.

"Of course we missed you!" Kirishima yelled. "Bakugou especially. Right Kat?"

"Fuck off," Bakugou grumbled, throwing his jacket at the red haired boy.

"What were you trying to tell me over the phone?" Todoroki asked. He sat down on the couch in the common room. "Reception was bad, I couldn't really make it out. Is everything okay?"

Y/N's playful mood fell. "Oh. Right." She sighed and sat at the couch across from Todoroki, looking at her hands. "There's not really a great way to ask this, but... what do you know about your parents marriage? If you're... okay with saying."

Still a grumpy look on is face, Bakugou plopped down so close to Y/N he almost sat on her. Y/N flinched a bit in surprise. It felt wildly out of character for him. He had done it without thinking really; he was just sick of not being close to her. He crossed his arms and glared at her when he noticed the shocked expression "What?" He snapped.

"Nothing," Y/N said quickly, turning to face Todoroki again and feeling her face get warm. It wasn't that she didn't like being close to him, she just... wasn't expecting it.

Todoroki didn't seem to notice the weird exchange that took place. "Well, my mom was kind of forced into marrying Endeavor. Some arrangement with her parents from what I know... the whole point was to have kids with more powerful quirks."

Y/N bit her lip, thinking on his words. "Was there like... an organization that arranged it? Or was it just your dad who arranged it?"

"I don't think there was a company involved. Why?"

"Well my parents got a phone call the other day, and--" Y/N was interrupted by a loud crashing sound from the kitchen. 

The three of them whipped around to see Kirishima frantically grabbing the giant bowl he'd dropped. "Sorry, sorry! Just wanted to make some popcorn! Carry on, Y/N," he said apologetically. Bakugou gave him a dirty look.

"My parents got a call from someone. They were asking if I would consider a quirk marriage for a shit ton of money."

There was an awkward silence in the room, but Bakugou cut through it. "What the fuck? Who?"

"If I knew, I wouldn't be asking Todoroki," Y/N deadpanned, flicking Bakugou's forehead. 

He swatted her away. "Can't they trace the call or some shit?"

Y/N shook her head. "They tried. Came back empty. The phone call wasn't long enough or something... when my dad started ripping them apart for even asking, they hung up." 

"That's... really weird. Quirk marriages haven't been a think for many years now. The person calling likely knew that, and that's probably why they hung up," Todoroki added with a frown. "There isn't really a way they could trap you into that anymore. It would have to involve some serious threats or blackmail."

"They could fucking try," Y/N grumbled. "I'd rip the man's dick off before he could even get close to me."

Bakugou smirked with pride. That's my girl, he thought.

"Y/N, your knuckles look pretty bad. Your lip, too," Midoriya said. He approached her cautiously and grabbed her hands, examining the split skin on her fists. "I've got a first aid kit in the bathroom if you'd like to use it. There should be some ibuprofen too."

"Thanks, Izuku. That's not a bad idea. These puppies are starting to hurt," she joked, holding up her swollen knuckles. "I'd do it again though. That man was a sack of horse shit." She stood up and made her way to the bathroom, closing the door behind her. 

"Y'know, she MIGHT need some HELP," Kirishima yelled from the kitchen. "If only there was someone to--"

"Shut it, Shitty Hair," Bakugou grumbled. A few minutes passed, and for a second there he wasn't actually going to, but he gave in. He did want to spend more time with her, regardless of what Kirishima was trying to get him to do.

He knocked a few times. "I'm comin in, Tinkerbell."

Y/N opened the door with her elbow, her hands busy with wrapping her knuckles. "What, you miss me already?"

He rolled his eyes at her. "You can't bandage up your own hands, dumbass." He slipped into the small room with her and shut the door with his shoulder before grabbing her hips and hoisting her up onto the counter. The contact made Y/N shiver. She wasn't light, but he was always able to pick her up like it was nothing. Damn. 

Without looking at her, Bakugou took the bandage from her to redo her work. "Your wrap job is shit. You need to take a first aid class." He leaned against the counter between her legs, focused on his work. He tried not to think about how close she was; they were nearly pressed together and he could feel her breath on his face as he worked. "Aren't you freaked out about the quirk marriage shit?"

Y/N shrugged. "It's not like they can force me to do anything I don't want to. Not much to be stressed about."

Bakugou's hands were surprisingly gentle as he weaved through her fingers with the medical tape. The usual glare had fallen from his face and now it was just focus. God, he was handsome, and watching those arms work to patch her up was making her feel a bit dizzy. Get it together, Y/N thought, pushing away the mental images of them in bed together.

"Take a photo, it'll last longer," he teased, letting his eyes meet hers with a wicked grin. He had caught her staring. Y/N couldn't think of a comeback, so she only scoffed and turned away, ignoring the way her heart skipped a beat.

Once he finished wrapping her knuckles, he raised a hand to her face and pressed his thumb over the gash in her cheek. "He hit you?"

"Yeah. He was a shitty fighter though."

Bakugou grabbed her hips and pulled her closer to the edge of the counter, closer to him, and examined the gash closely. "It's not bad. You definitely fucked him up more than he fucked you up."

"Damn straight," Y/N huffed.

His thumb wandered down to her split lip, brushing over it slightly. "This one is worse." His voice was softer now. Y/N had to focus very hard to keep herself from leaning in.

"Yeah," she said dumbly. "It hurts like a bitch."

Bakugou stared at her for a moment, his thumb still in place, then closed the gap between them and pressed his lips gently to hers.

This kiss was vastly different from any other they had shared. It was soft and so much slower; Bakugou didn't dare go harder out of fear of hurting her injury, but he really couldn't keep himself away. He'd been wanting to kiss her since picking her up at the airport. Well, he'd wanted to do much more than kiss her, but that could wait.

Y/N sighed into the kiss before raising her wrapped hands up the the back of his neck and pulling him in tighter, ignoring the pain. Sure, it hurt, but the desire for more of him outweighed the sting. With one hand she grabbed a bit of his blonde hair and pulled. 

Bakugou hissed and pulled back, a dazed look on his face. "Don't do that. I can't hold back if you do that shit and your lip is too fucked right now," he growled softly, his voice low and threatening and making Y/N shiver. They were still only an inch apart as he said it and it was excruciating not to do it again; Oh how she loved making him like this.

He saw that devilish look in her eye and stepped back before she could test him. She pouted and he smirked at her reaction before opening the door for her. "Go to bed, Tinkerbell. Jet lag is going to whoop your ass."

She sighed in defeat and exited the bathroom, making her way down the hall to her room and opening her door. Bakugou watched her, unable to take her eyes off her, but the dizziness from the kissed faded when Y/N gasped. "What the fuck?" She yelled.

Bakugou walked over to see what in her room had her so upset and hissed when he saw. "Holy shit," he breathed.

Y/N's entire room had been ransacked. 

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"Do you think it's related to the phone call?" Todoroki asked. He was crouched on the floor of Y/N's room, searching through the mess for something to indicate who had done it. The class had come to investigate the scene after hearing Y/N shouting. 

"I sure fucking hope not," Y/N huffed. "That wouldn't really make any sense, would it? What would my room have to do with it?"

"Is anything expensive missing?"

Y/N opened up a small drawer in her nightstand and peeked inside momentarily before shutting it again. "Nope. My priciest item is still here, and it's not exactly hidden. It wasn't money they were after."

"Check your underwear drawer," Sero grumbled. "We've had problems with Mineta doing panty raids."

Unprompted, Mina opened Y/N's underwear drawer and whistled before pulling out a red, lacy thong and bra-- if you could even call it a bra. It was more like a string, honestly. "I guess it wasn't Mineta, cause he sure as hell wouldn't have left this behind," She cackled. "Damn, Y/N!"

Y/N snatched it back from her friend and stuffed it back into her drawer. "It was a gift, I didn't choose that," She stammered. Her face was turning almost as red as the garments. 

Bakugou prayed no one noticed that his was too.

"From Hawks?" Mina teased. "I guess he knows how to treat his--"

"Don't finish that sentence," Y/N interrupted. "I'll give you details later if you promise to shut up."

Bakugou scowled and turned away. He kind of wanted the details too.

"Well are you missing anything?" Todoroki asked, seemingly unaffected by the conversation about lingerie. 

Y/N bit her lip. "Well, I guess they might've taken... hang on." She opened up her closet and squatted down to peruse through a filing cabinet. "Fuck."

Todoroki crouched next to her and put a hand on her back, which Bakugou did not like. "You missing something?"

"Yeah, my damn hero license. Why the hell would someone want my hero license?"

Todoroki stood up and frowned, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Strange. Your American or Japanese one?"

"My Japanese one. I put it in here before my trip-- I didn't think I'd need it in America," she grumbled. 

"Sounds like someone doesn't want you in the field," Bakugou grunted. "You got any rivals, Tinkerbell?"

Y/N sighed. "Too fucking many. If you haven't noticed I tend to piss people off-- Especially men."

Bakugou smirked at that.

"I'll let Aizawa know about this shitshow. You guys can go to bed," Y/N said. "Thanks for helping. I'll crash on the couch until this gets sorted out." She gestured to the mess of stuff on her bed before grabbing her pillows.

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Bakugou was having an argument with himself in his bed that night-- and losing.

He didn't like the idea of Y/N being alone out there, not after what happened to her dorm room. What if they came back and wanted to hurt her? She was an easy target, innocently sleeping on that couch. His stomach churned.

The clock read 11:00 PM. Bakugou groaned and pressed his palms into his eyes in frustration. Just go to bed, he said to himself. She's fine. She always is. 

But... the couch was probably uncomfortable, right?

He sighed, realizing that this fight with himself wasn't going to end until he did something about it. He stood up in a huff and grabbed his pillow before storming out into the common room. 

Y/N was snoring on the couch, curled up into a fetal position with her arm hanging over the side. He could feel the cramp in his neck just from looking at her. 

Bakugou took a deep breath before approaching her and crouching down, giving her shoulder a firm shake. "Hey. Wake up, dumbass."

Y/N shot up with sleep still clouding her eyes. "Huh? What the hell?" She rubbed her cheek, her voice raspy. "What's wrong, did I get fucking robbed again?"

Bakugou rolled his eyes. "No. Go sleep in my bed. I'm takin' the couch."

Y/N didn't seem to process what he said. She gave him an empty look before squinting at him in confusion. "Why?"

"You're not fucking safe out here. Just do it," he snapped. 

"Aww, you worried about me Kat?" Y/N teased. She slumped back down onto the cushion. "No need to stress. I'll cut a bitch if they try and hurt me," she joked, punching an invisible villain in front of her. "Go back to bed."

"I'm not dealing with this right now. Go to my room before I drag you there."

She called his bluff, rolling over and cuddling up to go to bed again. "No thanks. You wouldn't survive a night on the couch. It's a rough world out here, kid."

Bakugou had had it. He scooped her up into his arms as she yelped and thrashed, storming into his room and dropping the protesting girl onto his mattress.

He started leaving to sleep on the couch, but she sat up and grabbed his fingers and his brain short circuited. "Kat, no. I don't wanna take your bed from you. I'll feel guilty all night," she begged. She had impeccable puppy dog eyes when she wanted to and he hated how well it worked on him.

Bakugou sighed in frustration, shutting his door and throwing his pillow on the floor to lay down. He lowered himself onto the ground, facing away from her. "Fucking go to bed, Tinkerbell."

Y/N huffed, unsatisfied. "That doesn't change anything. I'm still technically stealing your bed from you."

He was about to wring her neck at this point. Why was she so difficult?

In a last ditch effort, Bakugou climbed up onto the bed and slumped down next to her. "Happy?"

A blush painted Y/N's cheeks. "I mean... I didn't--"

"This is what you wanted, right? Stop complaining. I'm fucking tired," he grumbled, shutting his eyes and sinking deeper into the blankets to go to sleep. 

Y/N was still a flustered mess. She certainly wasn't against sleeping with him in his bed-- She'd done it before-- but this somehow felt more intimate, more vulnerable. His sheets had that familiar caramel-like nitroglycerin scent and his body made it so warm. It was too pleasant and she didn't trust herself to not do something stupid.

For someone so abrasive, he felt so comfortable to her. So safe. And he looked oh so gentle when he was resting... before she knew it, she was quietly raising her hand up from the blankets to touch his chest, wanting to bask in more of that warmth.

She hesitated before letting her fingers reach him. She'd already disturbed him enough for one night. She didn't need to indulge any further--

But before she could pull away, Bakugou grabbed her hovering wrist and pulled her into his grasp, wrapping his arms around her in a warm embrace. His arms were protecting her, guarding her from any feeling of unease or worry of the outside world. She buried her face in his chest, his familiar smell lulling her into a sense of safety-- but her heart still raced at the idea of being held by him. He was a surprisingly wonderful hugger.

"I said go to bed, Y/N," he said softly, holding her tighter.

From her place on his chest, she could feel his heart racing too.

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"Bakugou, I need more. Please."

There was a pleasure growing in his gut that was coming on much too quickly. He stared down at Y/N, watching her eyes roll back in ecstasy as he continued, not ever wanting to stop. It was so good; the sensation was burning him from the inside out and he needed more. Everything was too bright and swirling around him, spinning into--

Bakugou's woke with a start and sat up in bed, all too aware of the current aching in his pants. To his left Y/N was sleeping softly; her head was curled next to him, but luckily she seemed to be sleeping soundly. A tent was bulging in his sweatpants. Fuck. 

He couldn't let Y/N see this. Had he really dreamed about that? It was so vulgar, so crude, so... delicious. Another jolt raced to his dick. He had to take care of this immediately.

Trying not to wake Y/N, Bakugou slipped off the mattress and started creeping towards the door. He could finish this in the bathroom-- he didn't dare try with her in the room. He was only a few feet away from the door, but then--

Y/N's morning voice called him from his bed. "Come back... I need you."

Shivers ran up Bakugou's spine (or down, technically, based on the throb he just felt). She was not making this easy for him. "Need what, Tinkerbell?" he grumbled. He didn't want her to know how much of an affect she had on him.

"Heat," she muttered. "S'cold without you. Warm me up..."

Bakugou turned around and saw Y/N sprawled out on his bed. Was she even awake? Her eyes were still cold and her voice was raspy with sleep. She looked absolutely gorgeous like this. He wanted her, bad, and his cock was only getting harder the longer he stayed in the room. Another throb and he realized just how desperate he was. "Stop being a baby. I'll be back in a few."

"You gonna jerk off or somethin'?"

He froze. There was no way she could see the bulge in his pants from that angle. He wasn't even facing her. Bakugou felt his body growing red with embarassment. "What the fuck--? No!" He stammered. Everything in his body felt like it was churning and erupting without him wanting it to.  

"S'okay Kat, everyone does it," Y/N said lazily. She still hadn't even opened her eyes. "It's not weird."

"Why the hell do you think I'm going to jerk off?" He was getting defensive now. Was that making it obvious that she was right? He should just be quiet. Stop talking, Katsuki. 

"You were grindin' on me in your sleep. Kinda cute. You got a crush on me?"

Bakugou wanted to die.

Without another word he opened the door and slammed it behind him as he stormed off to the bathroom. He threw himself into the bathroom with just as much force, locking it and leaning against the counter and groaning in frustration. He felt embarassment-- and that made him angry. He slammed his fists on the counter and wanted to swear, but--

"Kat, open up. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have--"

"Fuck off, Tinkerbell."

"Listen, I know that was shitty, I just really--"

"I said fuck off."

"Will you stop being a dick for five seconds and just listen? I'm trying to tell you I--"

Bakugou threw open the door and stared daggers into Y/N's eyes. She took a step back in alarm (and fear) and backed against the wall behind her. 

"Look, can you just come back? You don't need to be embarassed--"

"Oh my god, can you fucking leave already?" He groaned, pressing his palms into his eyes. The shame was only deepening the longer she spoke. Was she pitying him?

"Fine, I'll leave, but let me fucking speak first!" Y/N snapped. Her hands were clenched into fists at her sides. It was kind of... cute.

Bakugou sighed. "What do you want?"

"Look, I've... had wet dreams too. I just..." She looked at her hands as she fidgeted with them, uncomfortable. She shook her head to stay on track. "I was in your bed, so I totally fucked with your safe space, and I'm sorry. I don't wanna... God, I really don't wanna make you uncomfortable, because I don't want you to--" God, don't cry. Don't cry right now in front of him. 

The stubborn, arrogant Whirlwind was reduced to a stuttering mess in front of him. Why was she so flustered when he was the one caught with a fucking boner?

"--I don't want you to hate me. I'm sorry I said those things," she breathed. "I don't wanna fuck this up, whatever this is. I don't even know if this means something to you or if it was just a one night stand-- Fuck, I don't even know what I'm saying, but please don't get uncomfortable around me, I just--"

"I already told you, I don't do one night stands," he grumbled. He knew how red his face was but he didn't care. He leaned against the doorway. "I fucking left 'cause... 'cause I don't wanna make you uncomfortable either, dumbass."

Y/N blinked up at him but didn't respond. It was really rare that Bakugou expressed himself. She wanted to make sure he had plenty of room to finish his thoughts before she resumed being a bumbling mess again.

"Didn't wanna... scare you or some shit."

"Bakugou, how would you scare me?"

He scoffed. "I-- Are you kidding? I invite you into my goddamn bed to keep you safe and then my fucking hard on wakes you up?"

"Oh my god, Kat. It's not like you can control it. Why are you so pressed about it?"

"Cause I-- it was a fucking wet dream about you, dumbass!" He snapped.

Why the fuck did he tell her that? That would've been perfectly fine to NOT tell her.

If Y/N looked shocked before, it was nothing compared to now. Her cheeks were as red as his. The two of them were a blushing mess standing in the doorway to the bathroom. 

"Well did you... did you like it?" Y/N asked sheepishly.

"Pardon?" 

"C'mon, that's a fair question! Sometimes wet dreams aren't about people you like, per say, so I just-- it doesn't necessarily mean you feel a certain way, and I don't wanna get my hopes up if--"

"I like you, Tinkerbell." There it was. He'd finally said it. His blood was racing with adrenaline, waiting for her reaction.

Okay, now this was shock. Bakugou had shown her so many times and in so many ways that he cared about her, but never did she expect to hear it from his lips. Katsuki wasn't a talker. He didn't talk about his feelings, and she was okay with that-- but she didn't want to get ahead of herself.

"Like... like as a friend, or--"

"Jesus Christ, Y/N!" Bakugou groaned. He stepped towards her. "Are you that fucking dense?"

"I don't want to make a damn fool of myself and assume shit! I need clarification, or--"

"You want clarification? Fine," Katsuki spat. He stepped even close now, close enough that they were breathing the same air and their noses were almost touching. "I don't want Kirishima or Todoroki or Inasa or Hawks or any of those fucking extras touching you. I don't want them flirting with you, or giving you lingerie, or going on fucking dates with you. I want them to know that if they even try, they'll have hell to pay."

Y/N's breath caught in her throat as he leaned down towards her. 

"Is that clear enough for you, Tinkerbell? Or do I need to spell it out for you again?"

She paused for a moment before a small smile crept onto her lips. "I mean... I wouldn't mind if you did it again," she joked. "The Katsuki Bakugou wants to be my boyfriend? I'm probably going to have a bounty on my head again from your fangirls."

Bakugou rolled his eyes. She really couldn't go a single conversation without making a joke, could she?

He grabbed her hips and pulled her closer to him, swaying a bit. "I think Whirlwind can handle it," He said, his voice low and rumbling in his chest. Y/N shivered.

"Well if Whirlwind is gonna be your girlfriend, then am I allowed to help with that?" Y/N whispered, nodding down to his pants. "Am I allowed to touch you yet?"

Bakugou pretended not to care, scoffing. "Whatever. Do what you want."

"Alright, then... I can use my mouth?"

Katsuki short circuited.

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"You're not gonna freak the fuck out if I take control?" Y/N questioned. "I know you've got some issues with--"

"Issues?" Bakugou spat, disgusted at the implication. "I do not have issues."

Y/N raised an eyebrow at him before latching a finger through the belt of his pants.

"Wait, wait, Jesus-- hold on!" Bakugou croaked. Too fast, too fast, too fast.

"Kat, listen, we don't have to do this. I can tell you're uncomfortable with it, and that would be gross if I forced you into it," Y/N said calmly. "No stress." She smiled softly at him before turning to grab some of her things from his nightstand. They were in the privacy of his room now-- a safe space.

"I--" He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. That wasn't what he wanted. Part of him was upset when she released him from her grasp-- he didn't realize he had liked it until she let go. "Don't... don't stop."

Y/N turned back around to face him, stopping what she was doing. "You sure? I'm not gonna continue if you're not sure about this."

"I'm sure, just... fucking touch me already," he groaned. His breath was picking up and desperation started seeping into his movements.

She started walking towards him cautiously, testing if he was serious. He was backing up as she approached him until the back of his legs hit the bed and he fell backwards onto his elbows. Yes, he did want this-- but fuck, he was nervous.

Y/N slowly pulled her shirt off over her head, unwrapping herself like a present. The display made Bakugou's breath catch in his throat. She was teasing him, he could tell from the look she was giving him: that annoying mischievous grin she always had. It wasn't annoying this time, though. The aching in his pants was evidence of that.

She wasn't wearing a bra. Of course she wasn't-- they had been sleeping only an hour ago. It made sense, but still, it caught him off guard in the best possible way. God, she was perfect.

Y/N grasped at the brim of his shirt and pulled it over his head before sitting on his lap, her arms draped over his shoulders as she leaned towards him.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

His heart nearly exploded in his chest as he thought she was going to kiss his lips-- but she didn't. Instead, she kissed his cheek gently, much to his annoyance; but the kisses didn't stop. After his cheek, she planted one on his jaw, then his earlobe, then his neck. She stopped there, giving extra attention to the spot on his neck that made his body rigid underneath her.

Bakugou felt vulnerable. It was a sensation that he usually despised. Anyone having the upper hand against him would normally make him on edge, frustrated, paranoid. But not this.

This was Y/N. This was good.

She pulled back up and started kissing near his cheek again-- then making her way around his mouth, but never his lips. They started tingling with anticipation. The desire to kiss her got stronger and stronger the longer she held it from him.

"Fuck-- stop it," he grunted, trying to turn his head into the kiss, but she kept dodging his lips and continuing around them. She smiled; she was enjoying the power she had over him.

Finally she kissed him and it shocked the breath from his lungs. Her tongue darted past his lips and teased him, each movement of hers winding him tighter and tighter.

Bakugou was getting impatient. "Thought you were gonna help me."

"Calm your tits, Kat," Y/N retorted. "This is the first time you've let me do this, so shut the fuck up."

He scoffed, but felt his face turn a bit red seeing her enjoy him like this. Did she really like him that much?

Y/N kissed him again, this time with more intensity. She was running her hands through his hair in a way that made shivers roll down his body. When she reached the nape of his neck, she tugged, and he was powerless when a moan escaped his lips.

"Hmm, I think you liked that," Y/N teased. She raised an eyebrow at him.

He glared at her, cheeks still red. "Fuck off," he grumbled. She giggled at him, a sound that he hadn't heard before but he definitely wanted more of.

Y/N slid down his body, now kneeling on the ground inbetween his legs. The position was making Bakugou's throat feel tight-- he felt uncomfortably exposed. She was face to face with his boner at this point. Her fingers brushed down his chest and he tried to gain control of his breathing again as he felt his dick get impossibly hard.

She latched her hands onto his belt-- finally, finally unlatching it and pulling it free. Katsuki could feel his heart in his throat when her she placed her hand over the tent in his pants and kissed the line down his abs. Then, her hand squeezed.

It was the first time another person had touched his dick, and even through his jeans, it flipped his world upside down. If he had known it would be this good, he would've let someone do it a long time ago-- but no, the reason it was this good was because it was Y/N.

Only Y/N could touch him.

"I'll go slow," Y/N said softly, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants before sliding them down his legs. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Even just her fingers against his legs felt overwhelming.

"I'm fine," Bakugou lied. The tent in his underwear was intimidating to say the least. There was already a wet spot at the tip that was growing quickly. Breath, Katsuki, he told himself.

Y/N pulled his underwear down while keeping her eyes locked on his. She could tell how nervous he was, but didn't dare call him out-- she didn't want the stubborn blonde to back out of this. She was having far too much fun watching him try and keep it together.

Without warning, Y/N's tongue darted out of her mouth and she licked a long stripe up the length of his dick.

"F-fuck!" Bakugou cried out. "Jesus, I thought you said you were gonna go slow!" It was too much pleasure much too quickly and it made him angry with embarassment.

Y/N gave him puppy dog eyes. "I thought you said you were fine," She teased. The façade of innocence dropped when she dropped her tongue out again and pressed it against the spot below the tip of his cock, ever so slowly dragging it up towards the top.

Bakugou threw his head back and grasped at the sheets next to his sides. He needed some kind of stability, anything that could keep him from losing his mind at the sensation.

She continued, giving tiny kitten licks to the most sensitive part of his body and watching him jolt with every movement. God, he was beautiful. Bakugou was trying to hide just how heavenly her tongue felt around his dick-- she could tell from the contortion of his face. His body was stiff and unmoving, muscles straining to keep himself still.

"Breathe, baby. You're gonna pass out," Y/N taunted. It was a jab, he knew that, but... baby? The pet name only sent more blood rushing lower. Since when did he like pet names? Part of him was ashamed at how he reacted to it, but another part of him o felt... excitement.

Y/N stopped teasing after that. She put the tip in her mouth, letting her tongue dance around it and travel lower as Bakugou hissed above her. Jesus, how did she feel so good? Her mouth was irresistible. It was velvety soft and warm and every move of hers felt like magic. Much to his own dismay he started bucking a bit to get more from her.

She noticed his enthusiasm and started going deeper, now fully sucking on him. The heat mixed with the suction was doing dangerous things to him. How long was he going to be able to take this? It was only a minute or two in and he already felt embarrassingly close; it only got worse when she took his entire length into her mouth.

He couldn't help it. He moaned. A loud moan; one he wasn't able to stop from releasing from his throat. It sounded desperate and vulnerable-- all the things he never wanted to be-- but any control he had over his body was gone now. He needed more.

Without thinking, he grabbed her head and started pushing himself deeper into that addicting mouth of hers. Y/N seemed surprised at the intrusion but didn't stop him. Seeing him like this was far too enticing.

He was losing his shit at how good it felt when his tip hit the back of her throat. Noises were spilling out of him now, but he didn't care. All that mattered was the achingly hot pleasure that shot through his body the longer her mouth was wrapped around his cock. Every twitch of her lips sent fireworks off in his head. He realized that he really wanted to cum down her throat.

She pulled off and gasped before laughing, wiping the bit of spit from her mouth.

Bakugou growled when his dick left her perfect little mouth. "Why?" Was all he could manage the say, his voice raspy with anger and desperation. He wanted more. He wanted her to keep going. Her cheeks were red from the work she had put in and she looked absolutely beautiful from it. He wanted more of that fucked-out look on her face.

"I need a break," She chuckled. "You're... pretty big, Bakugou. My jaw is aching."

He scoffed. "You're a baby."

Y/N raised an eyebrow at him, her jaw dropping open. "Really? You wanna go there?"

Whoops.

This time, instead of her mouth, Y/N used her hands. She wrapped both of them around his cock and twisted them upwards creating a friction that made his entire body erupt into chills. "Shit, Tinkerbell! You can't just--"

"You're a baby," She taunted, glaring at him.

He huffed in anger but her hands kept dragging up and down his wet dick and it was seriously making his teeth hurt with how tight he was clenching his jaw. It was dangerously good, the saliva and precum from the blowjob making her palms glide against his sensitive cock. His chest was rising and falling rapidly as he tried to keep it together-- Don't let her win. Don't let her win.

It didn't matter. At this rate, she was going to win.

He clenched the sheets again and he started to squirm and thrash underneath her. "Fuck. Fuck. Slow down," he demanded, but of course, she didn't listen. "Y/N, I'm not joking, if you keep going I-- fuck--"

His squeezed his eyes shut to keep them from rolling to the back of his head and bit down on his tongue to stop himself from moaning. Were his legs shaking? When did that start happening?

Bakugou hunched over, hoping it would dull the sensation of how delicious her hands felt, but it didn't. She continued her magic and he was losing himself in the pleasure. He was giving in, he knew he was. Letting her win was starting to sound pretty good.

"You gonna cum in my hands, Bakugou?" Y/N challenged. "You gonna cum from someone else touching you?"

Yeah, he was. "No," he lied. "F-Fuck you."

"You sure?" She purred. "I think you're pretending." She continued, the mind-numbing friction doing things to him that he had never experienced. "Cum on me, Bakugou."

Her words sealed his fate. His mouth dropped open and his eyebrows furrowed into a beautiful expression of pleasure and he groaned as his body started to seize.

His hands went numb as he gripped the sheets for dear life, his cock taking over and making him jolt with each throb. He was cumming all over her hands and chest, the liquid dripping into her palms as she continued to pump him through it. He'd never felt a pleasure like this. His orgasm ripped through him in waves and made him shake and grunt.

Her hands became too much and he shoved her off weakly, trying to recover as he gasped for breath. He was a wreck-- his cheeks red and chest seizing with the aftermath of his orgasm. When the aching in his dick finally stopped he met Y/N's gaze.

She licked a bit of his cum from her fingers while keeping eye contact and he shivered at the sight. "Looks like someone needs a new mattress." His cum was dripping down her naked chest.

He frowned, still trying to catch his breath. "What the fuck are you..." Then the smell hit his nose. Smoke... burning. He whipped around and saw two blackened holes in his sheets from where he had held tight.

He had activated his quirk during his orgasm and burned through his fucking mattress.

Chapter Text

"This... never happens," Bakugou grumbled.
He could barely contain his embarrassment. It had been years since he'd lost control like that-- the last he could remember was when he was still a kid. He prided himself on maintaining control, so this was just... embarrassing.

The two of them were standing above the bed examining the damage. The room still smelled of smoke and the two scorch marks on the mattress were impossible to ignore. Bakugou had burned right through-- He was going to have to buy a new one.

"I'll take it as a compliment," Y/N teased. "I'd say you liked it. What do you think?" She nudged him playfully and he glared at her, cheeks still red from humiliation.

"Shut up, Tinkerbell. Tell anyone about this and I'll kill you."

"But Kirishima would lose his goddamn mind if he found out, I gotta--"

Bakugou grabbed her outstretched wrist threateningly and deepened his glare. "Try it. See what happens."

Y/N rolled her eyes and pulled away from him. "Go get me a towel, I'm a mess."

"Do it yourself, lazy ass."

She raised her eyebrows at him. "Without a shirt and covered in your cum? If you insist." Y/N started walking towards the door but Bakugou grabbed her arm and yanked her back onto the bed.

He loomed over her with an angry look in his eye. "If you let anyone else see you like this then I will burn them to a crisp. This is for my eyes only, got it?"

Y/N wasn't amused. "Then get me a fucking towel, nimrod."

~~~

Y/N spent the rest of the morning trying to clean up her ransacked room. Most things were still intact, just thrown about in disarray. She was much more annoyed than concerned-- it reminded her of cleaning the workshop. If someone was going to steal her shit, couldn't they do it discreetly?

Her back was starting to hurt from the labor (and her jaw was still a bit sore from that morning). She slumped against the wall and sighed in frustration, pulling her overall strap back onto her shoulder.

Where was Bakugou? If he was her boyfriend, he should be helping, right? What a jackass.

After the majority of the room was cleaned up again, Y/N made her way to the kitchen for lunch, trying to rub the exhaustion from her eyes. Mina, Kaminari, Kirishima and Sero were clumped together on the couch staring in awe at something on Mina's phone.

When Mina looked up from the screen and saw Y/N, she huffed at turned away. "Y/N, I am officially revoking our friendship," She said dramatically. She crossed her arms to show how displeased she was.

"What did I do?"

Mina stood with a start, throwing her hands into the air in dismay. "Why didn't you tell me you had a boyfriend?"

Y/N's eyes widened. Had Bakugou already told everyone? It didn't seem like him to spread something like that around.

"Oh. Uh, it's still pretty new, so I haven't really gotten the chance to bring it up," Y/N responded. She could feel her cheeks warming up at the thought. It still felt a bit weird that Bakugou was her boyfriend. That angry blonde actually had feelings for her. "I was gonna tell you soon dude, I promise, I just--"

"I don't wanna hear the excuses!" Mina whined. She darted over to Y/N and grabbed her wrists. "I wanna know the details. Now."

"We all do," Kirishima said, but something in his voice was different. He sounded... upset. "Some of us thought you... had feelings for someone else." There was bitterness in his voice, and hearing that kind of venom from Kirishima was almost scary.

"What the hell? Who else would it be?"

"Who the fuck do you think?" Kirishima shouted. He stood up and walked over to Y/N menacingly. She backed up as he moved towards her, fear starting to grow in her limbs. "You really thought it would be okay to lead him on like that? No fucking way. I'm not gonna stand for it."

"Lead who on?!" Y/N cried.

"What the fuck is going on here?"

Bakugou had stepped between Kirishima and Y/N, a deep glare piercing into his friend's eyes. Within seconds he had Eijirou backing down completely. He didn't dare fuck with him.

"Whatever, man. I'm trying to defend you," Kirishima muttered.

"I can defend myself just fine, Shitty Hair. The hell is happening?"

Kirishima looked at the ground for a minute, debating something with himself before looking back up at Bakugou with newfound determination. "She has a boyfriend, Kat."

"Yeah. Me. Is there a fucking problem?" Bakugou spat.

The whole room was silent for about 3 seconds before everything erupted into chaos. There were so many voices shouting over each other that nobody could distinguish what anyone else was saying.

"SHUT UP!" Y/N shrieked. "Why the fuck is that a surprise to you guys? You said you knew we were dating!"

"No, we said we knew you have a boyfriend," Mina breathed. "We didn't think it was Bakugou!"

Bakugou bristled. "Who the hell did you think it was?"

Mina and Kirishima responded in unison, "Inasa."

"INASA?!" Bakugou roared. "You think Y/N is dating that fuckhead?"

"Everyone does," Kaminari muttered. "It's everywhere. All over twitter and the news."

"Why?" Y/N demanded. "There's nothing happening with me and Inasa. He's nice and all, but no. He's definitely not my fucking boyfriend."

"Yikes," Sero grumbled.

"How did this even happen?" Y/N asked. "Rumors don't usually go this far."

"Well..." Mina started, seeming slightly nervous. "Inasa... confirmed it."

Chapter Text

"Fuck!" Y/N roared, throwing her phone against the couch. "Voicemail. Fucking again. He isn't picking up. This asshole really thinks that he can just-- just--"

"That photo of you on his Instagram is all over now. Blowing up like crazy," Kaminari said. "Damn. These comments are--"

"Not now, Kami," Jirou grumbled. "Not important."

Bakugou was against the wall with his arms crossed, doing everything he could to reel in his anger. If Y/N had let him do things his way, Inasa would already have his face melted off his skull. Bakugou and Y/N had only been together for a day now and already the world seemed to be against him.

It should be him that was in the headlines with her. There should be gossip tabloids about their relationship-- as odd as it was, he yearned for it and wanted everyone to know that she was his. Having Inasa publicly saying that he was dating Y/N was making his gut whirl with a new kind of anger. Inasa had taken this from him and he was furious.

"Maybe it's a mistake," Y/N grumbled. "Maybe he said something incorrectly, or-- or the gossip channels misconstrued what he meant. He took no for an answer the last time I saw him."

"What do you mean he took no for an answer?" Bakugou spat. "Did he try something?"

Y/N shook her head. "No... well... kind of? After dinner he asked if I wanted to go back to his room with him, and I said no, and then we took the photo and--"

"When was this?"

"In America, a few days ago."

Bakugou's eyes widened. "Wait, what the fuck? He was in America with you?"

Y/N shook her head again. "No, no. He said he was in town seeing some friends and wanted to meet up for dinner." She paused for a minute before shutting her eyes in frustration. "Okay, now that I'm saying it out loud and connecting the dots it sounds weird. But at the time it wasn't. Really."

"Girl, that's some stalker shit," Mina grunted. "Has he been bothering you for a while?"

"It hasn't ever been anything weird, I mean it!" Y/N cried. "We've only talked, like, three times. He's never stalked me."

"That you know of," Bakugou scoffed. Y/N glared at him.

"I mean... Bakugou has a point. Did he say who his friends in America were?" Kirishima asked. "Any names or locations?"

Y/N shrugged. "No, not really. Just that they were nearby or something."

"Were you near your apartment?"

When Y/N didn't respond, the room went quiet for a bit at what that meant. 

Bakugou pushed off against the wall. "So he's got friends that live near your apartment. In one of the biggest countries in the world. Not fucking suspicious at all." He snatched Y/N's phone off the couch and dialed Inasa's number again, praying that he would pick up so he could cuss him out. 

Y/N and Bakugou slumped on the couch, hunched over her phone while it rang endlessly to no avail. They'd called dozens of times now; it wasn't gonna happen.

Todoroki walked into the room now to join the gang. "Hey, Y/N, I did a bit of research on-- woah. What's going on in here?"

"Fucking airhead thinks he can call Y/N his girlfriend," Bakugou grunted.

Y/N elbowed him. "Watch who you're calling airhead. I have the same quirk as him," she grumbled. "It's fine, just causing some shitty tabloid drama. It's not like my reputation was crystal clear anyways. What did you need to tell me, Shoto?"

Todoroki walked over to the couch and squished himself between Y/N and Bakugou, clearly not understanding that it was a weird thing to do. He'd never been great with social cues. He pulled out his phone and showed it to Y/N while Bakugou glared at him.

"I searched through my dad's stuff. The marriage was officiated through this company-- Fusion Matrimony. I don't know if that helps at all, but--"

"Oh, thank you," Y/N gushed. She took his phone and looked through the files. "It's weird that all this shit is happening at once."

"I don't think it's a coincidence," Todoroki said softly.

Y/N rolled her eyes. "Oh, c'mon. How would these things be related?"

Another awkward silence had fallen across the room. Apparently it was something that everyone had put together except for Y/N. She suddenly felt a bit stupid-- was she the only one who didn't think Inasa was behind it?

"There's no way," She argued. "Look, Inasa may have flirted or whatever, but that doesn't mean that he would want a quirk marriage with me. Plus, he wouldn't have my parents phone numbers, or know I was going to America, or anything like that. He couldn't have gotten in the dorms either. It just-- it's not him, okay? He was... too nice."

Bakugou scoffed. "That doesn't mean shit."

Y/N wanted to argue, but something deep down inside of her knew that Bakugou was right. The timing was weird. She prayed Inasa wasn't behind this. Having someone with the same quirk as her, someone with wild abilities and extensive experience-- it would've been wonderful. A friend that could help her grow more as a hero could've been great.

Maybe it was too good to be true.

~~~

"I don't like this."

Bakugou was in a bad mood; he had a right to be. His girlfriend was being showcased as someone else's. He wanted to let himself be excited, nervous, whatever emotions came with Y/N now being his, but he couldn't. All he could feel was a burning anger and jealousy. Inasa was going to pay.

"Sit down, you're gonna burn a hole in something again," Y/N grumbled. 

He hadn't even noticed his hands were lit as he was pacing back and forth in Y/N's room. God, since when was he so bad at controlling his quirk?

He clenched his fists to cover his palms, slightly ashamed of his disconnect. "Aren't you fucking pissed?"

"Yeah, I wish Inasa would pick up his damn phone, but I can't really do much about it at this point," Y/N said. She was crouched on her floor tinkering with a piece of her helmet. "This drama is pretty tame compared to some of the shit that happened in the states."

Bakugou let himself slow down and lowered himself to sit across from her on the ground. "What shit happened in the states?"

Y/N shrugged. "When I started working for Hawks there was a ton of speculation about me sleeping with him to get the position." She set her wrench down and picked up her oil to loosen one of the joints on her helmet. "Being a woman, I can't really do anything right. The public will tear me to bits no matter what I do, so I figured I could do whatever I want."

Bakugou was a bit salty at Hawks being mentioned, but couldn't deny how impressed he was at how little she cared about the media. 

"Don't get me wrong, I did sleep with him," Y/N joked, "but that wasn't until after I got the job. I'm a classy lady or whatever." She picked her nose, contradicting what she said about being a lady. "Alright, time to scram, Bakugou."

He glared at her. "You trying to get rid of me or some shit?"

"Uh, yeah. I'm tired."

"Then go to bed."

Y/N smirked at him. "You tryna sleep with me again, Kat?"

He stood up and glared at her. "You really think I'm letting you sleep alone after all this shit? Nice try, Tinkerbell." He scooped her up and tossed her onto her mattress, climbing on after her. 

Chapter Text

UA was on break; Japanese New Year celebrations were in full swing.

For the next week students were back home to spend time with family and friends. Most of the streets were shut down due to the overwhelming festivities. and businesses were closed as well. It felt like American Christmas but better. The third year students were enjoying their time off.

Y/N, on the other hand, was staying in a shitty hotel again. Aizawa had apologized and let her know that the building's power and water was going to be shut off during the holidays and paid for her stay in full at the nearby inn. It wasn't as bad as the one she'd stayed at when she first arrived in Japan, but it it definitely wasn't as nice as the dorms by any means. 

She felt a bit lonely. Bakugou hadn't texted her since going back to his parents' place-- she hadn't really expected him too, but it was still disappointing. She considered texting him, but it felt a bit pathetic given her current situation. Plus, Katsuki didn't seem like the verbally affection type. Even just regular conversation seemed hard for him; and he liked his alone time, too. What if he didn't want to hear from her?

Y/N returned to her tinkering project with newfound determination. She needed a distraction. Maybe she could go out later and see the lanterns? As an American, she wasn't sure what was appropriate or not. Would she be mocked if she visited a shrine with the other locals? The smell of oil was enough to silence her thoughts for a bit.

Her phone dinged and she nearly jumped in excitement. When it turned out to be Mina, she tried not to be embarassed at how hopeful she had been that it would be Bakugou. 

MINA: Hey babe! Momo's family is throwing a bonenkai party tonight. You in?

Y/N: The hell is a bonenkai party?

MINA: New years party. The Yaoyorozus are rich as fuck, it's gonna be a banger. But like, a classy one

Y/N: Anything to get out of this shitty hotel. When and where? 

She felt relief wash over her at the thought of finally having something to do. What was she supposed to wear? Was it a formal thing? Knowing Momo, it probably was; but she didn't own anything nice. It was pretty much all overalls and grease stained T-shirts from the states. It was a bit late notice to ask the girls for a dress. Was Bakugou going to be there?

Y/N: You going to that party tonight?

Her heart skipped a beat at having an excuse to talk to him, but it raced even more at how quickly he responded.

BAKUGOU: Hell no, you know I hate parties

The excitement was gone as soon as it came. Of course he wasn't going. Why would he?

~~~

"Hold on, are you two drunk?" Jirou grumbled. "Can't you go one fucking party without getting sloshed?"

Mina and Kirishima giggled. Kirishima put a hand on Jirou's shoulder and clicked his tongue. "C'mon, lighten up! Nobody can even tell," He said with a hiccup. Jirou rolled her eyes.

"It was only a shot or two," Mina reassured. "Just wanna keep loose. I wanna get lucky tonight."

Kirishima raised his eyebrows at her. "Oh really? At a Yaoyorozu party?"

Mina scoffed. "Are you kidding? Of course I wanna find a hookup at a Yaoyorozu party. They're all rich boys in suits."

Kirishima didn't seem to be listening to her response; his head was turned towards the entrance of the mansion. "Woah, check it out! Y/N's here! You think she wants a shot?" Jirou smacked the back of his head.

Mina dashed to meet her friend. "You made it! And holy shit, where did you get that dress?" She gushed. "You look incredible."

Y/N laughed. "You think so? I got it at a thrift store, but I'm glad it looks alright." She pulled the front of the dress up to secure her boobs. "My tits keep coming loose though. I think I'm gonna flash everyone if I so much as sneeze."

"I wouldn't be mad," Kaminari teased. Y/N flipped him off.

"What kind of food do they have here? I've been living off of hotel room coffee and complimentary breakfasts," Y/N grumbled. 

Mina laughed. "Pretty much any food you can name. The buffet is in that room there. And uh... if you want some, you know, then let me know and I've got you covered," She said with a wink. 

"I appreciate it, but after last time I don't think it's a good idea for me to ever have another drop."

"Suit yourself," Mina shrugged. "Kaminari! Want some?"

Y/N was stuffing her face at an elegant white table in the corner of the dining hall. Yeah, their house had a dining hall apparently. After filling up her plate she'd made an impromptu exit to finally get some food in her system after a few days of crappy motel food.

Once she finished she slouched into her chair and threw her head back in satisfaction. It had been ages since she'd had a good meal. 

"Hey, can we talk?"

Y/N snapped up. It was Kirishima, scratching the back of his head nervously. He was wearing a black suit that looked a tad big on him. 

"Always," She responded. "Take a seat, man."

He did so, pulling out a chair next to her and putting his elbows on his knees. "I uh... wanted to apologize for the other day."

Y/N frowned. "Huh? For what?"

"When I lashed out at you. I thought that you had been leading Bakugou on while you were seeing someone else, so I... got mad." He fidgeted with his hands a bit. "I've never seen Kat... like someone. I think I got defensive because I didn't want him to... like... get his heart broken."

It was an adorable sentiment that almost brought tears to Y/N's eyes. Could this boy get any more pure?

"No, don't apologize. I get it," Y/N said, leaning forward and putting a hand on his shoulder. "I would do the same. You're a really good friend, Ei."

He flashed her a grin with those pointy teeth of his and she couldn't help but return the smile.

"Hey! You two! Guess who's here?" Kaminari crowed.

They were both equally confused, but then a grumpy looking Katsuki appeared through the doorway. 

He was wearing a red button up with a grey vest over it. Kirishima cackled. "No way! I gave him that outfit three years ago."

Y/N was having a hard time breathing. He looked ridiculously handsome in that suit-- he pushed his blonde hair back a bit, scanning the room, and that almost made her pass out in her chair. How could one man be that attractive?

Once Bakugou's eyes landed on Y/N and Kirishima, his eyes flickered with recognition and he pushed through the crowd to join them. He snatched up a chair on his way over with one hand and set it next to Y/N effortlessly. "Fuckin' musty in here," He grumbled, loosening his tie and slumping down next to her.

He turned to Y/N and smirked at how flabbergasted she looked. "You need an inhaler, Tinkerbell?" With his pointer finger he guided her jaw back up to a close. "Nice dress. You wearin' that for me?"

Y/N snapped back to reality. "You fucking wish. You said you weren't coming, asshole. Why'd you show up?"

Bakugou leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. "Felt like it. Fuck off."

Kirishima snickered. "Nah. He missed his girlfriend."

Bakugou pushed the side of Kirishima's head, a small blush painting his cheeks. "Shut it, Shitty Hair."

Y/N hid a smile.

Chapter Text

"Hey! 'Suki! Your damn breakfast is getting cold!"

"Mitsuki, cut him a break dear, he isn't going to be here that much longer..."

Bakugou groaned and rolled over. He always thought that he was the early bird, but that was pretty much nothing compared to his parents. Both of them were always up at the crack of dawn for work-- about 5:30 AM. Why did they rope him into it?

After rubbing his eyes and stretching, he hobbled down the stairs to the kitchen where his parents sat waiting for him. 

"You don't have to wait for me," He grumbled. He sat down at his chair and rubbed his face a bit, still trying to shake the sleep from his body. "We never do this. What's the deal?"

"We rarely get to see you! We want to take advantage of your time back home," His dad beamed. He was sipping a small cup of tea; it seemed he'd already eaten his breakfast.

"Ungrateful," Mitsuki snapped. "I make you breakfast and you're acting like a brat."

"I don't even like coffee, ma," Bakugou grumbled. He took a bite of the pancakes in front of him. "...The pancakes are good though."

"Damn right they are," Mitsuki boasted.

Masaru smiled at his son and wife, happy that he could spend time with them together again even if it was for only a week. "How's school going? Have you decided what agency you want to work for? You've got so many offers, it must be impossible to choose," He said.

"I hate 'em all. They're a bunch of poser assholes."

Mitsuki choked on her water a bit, stifling a laugh. Masaru gave her a look that quieted her.

"Oh c'mon, they can't be that bad, right?" Masaru offered. "Have you at least thought on it?"

Bakugou rolled his eyes. "There's no point. I'm better than them, why would I work for them?"

Mitsuki flicked Bakugou's forehead. "Don't brag, it's impolite!"

"It's true!" Bakugou hollered.

Masaru pushed his wife's arm away from the assault on Bakugou. "Then what are your plans?" He said, clearly trying to ignore Mitsuki's glare.

Bakugou paused for a bit, chewing his bite longer than necessary. He wasn't sure how to tell them-- the plans weren't obsolete. It was still just an idea in his head. He didn't know the first thing about starting his agency, but... it felt right. It felt like what he was meant to do.

"Dunno yet," He lied. "I'll figure it out. Lay off."

His phone buzzed and he was glad to have the conversation end. He pulled out his phone and read a few dozen texts from Kirishima; most of them were pointless, but the last few seemed important. He sighed and shot him back a text.

SHITTY HAIR: Bonenkai party tonight at the Yaoyorozu's. Be there at 8!!

BAKUGOU: No fucking thanks

SHITTY HAIR: Bro I promise it'll be fun Mina is bringing drinks and they hired a DJ

BAKUGOU: I don't drink and you guys have shitty taste in music

He turned off his phone to ignore the persistent buzzing. A party at some rich family's mansion sounded like the opposite of a good time to him. His phone buzzed again and he went to silence it but saw a text from Y/N. His heart skipped a beat.

TINKERBELL: You going to that party tonight?

BAKUGOU: Hell no, you know I hate parties

Epic. Totally nailed it. He took a bite of his pancakes feeling proud. 

"Who are you texting?" His dad asked. "Are you still friends with that red haired boy?"

"Eijirou," Bakugou corrected. "And no, that's not who I'm texting."

Mitsuki gasped. "Is it a girl? Are you texting a girl?" When Bakugou's cheeks turned a bit red and he didn't respond, Mitsuki nearly shrieked with excitement. "Masaru! Bakugou is talking to a girl! You know, for a while there we thought you weren't ever gonna--"

"Oh my god, stop," Bakugou groaned. 

"But this is exciting! How serious is it?"

Bakugou didn't say anything again, an awkward silence filling the room, and Mitsuki jumped to her feet and slammed her fists on the table. "YOU DUMBASS! You finally get a girlfriend and you don't let me know? I need to meet her! Why haven't you invited her over yet?!"

"Calm the fuck down! We only started dating like 4 days ago!" Bakugou barked, slamming his fists on the table too. "No way in hell am I bringing her over if you're gonna act like a crazy hag!" He pointed an accusatory finger at his mom.

"Let's all take a deep breath--" Masaru started, but was quickly interrupted when Mitsuki shot him a death glare. He shrunk back into his chair.

"If you fuck this up I'm not letting you back home," Mitsuki spat at Bakugou. She sat down in her chair and her demeanor changed from threatening to sickeningly sweet. "So tell us about her! What's she like?"

"Mind your damn business."

"TELL US WHAT SHE'S LIKE!"

"God, fine!" He clenched his fists and stared at his half-eaten pancakes awkwardly. "She's... cool."

His parents waited in earnest, and this time Masaru was upset. "That's it? C'mon, 'Suki, you can give us more than that. Is she a hero? Is she pretty?"

"Of course she's pretty, old man! The goddamn prettiest girl on the fucking planet," He snapped, shoveling more food into his mouth in anger. He refused to look his parents in the eye. "She's an American hero. Number three."

Mitsuki gripped her hair. "You're dating one of the top heroes in the world... and you didn't tell me?" She breathed. She turned to her husband with a crazed look in her eye. "Masaru, I'm gonna kill him. I'm really gonna do it this time."

"We must have her over for dinner," Masaru exclaimed. "I can't wait to meet her! It'll be wonderful. What kind of food does she--"

"No fucking way. Not a chance."

"This is not up for discussion, Katsuki," Mitsuki hissed. "I'm going to invite her over for dinner whether you're there or not. I suggest you come if you don't want old embarrassing photos to be displayed at the dinner table."

Bakugou knew his mother was serious and sighed in frustration. "Fine! Jesus, get off my case. If you do anything weird, I'll kill both of you."

His parents clapped excitedly. "Perfect! It'll be so great!" Mitsuki said. "When do you see her next?"

"When school starts up again I guess."

"Aren't you seeing her for New Years?"

Bakugou paused. "Uh, no. Wasn't planning on it."

"But the Yaoyorozus are throwing that big party tonight," Masaru argued. "You'll see her there, won't you?"

"Not going."

Mitsuki rolled her eyes. "I swear to God, Kat. You are going to that party and you're going to invite her to dinner tomorrow night. Understood?"

He was getting out of it and he knew it.

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"You're seriously not gonna dance with your girlfriend? That's cold," Sero accused, shaking his head at Bakugou.

"Fuck off," Bakugou retorted. "You know I don't do that shit."

The room was dim and the lights were far too strobe-like and colorful for Bakugou's liking. It was disorienting and made him feel nauseous. Why did people like parties? This was horrible.

Bakugou was sitting at a corner table with Sero who was trying to keep together a tipsy Mina. Bakugou had his arms crossed as he slumped down further into the chair, sulking. He still hadn't had any time alone with her to ask her over for dinner-- plus, he was embarrassingly nervous to bring it up. What if she didn't want to meet his parents? It had only been four days.

"Every potential hookup here is the worst," Mina whined. "They're all such pretentious assholes. I wanted to get laid feeling classy tonight. I just feel like shit."

Sero sighed. "Men ain't shit, Mina. You can do better than those sleazebags." He paused, looking her in the eye. "You deserve better than that."

Bakugou watched as Sero and Mina stared at each other, feeling very out of the loop at the strange energy that filled the room. The hell was going on with them?

The awkwardness was a bit much and he got up to get a drink of water, glancing at Y/N on his way over to the refreshments table as music blasted through the room. He was never a fan of music like this-- too disorderly. The lyrics were garbage, too. He scoffed as he poured himself a plastic cup of water and stared at Whirlwind on the dancefloor.

Y/N wasn't a good dancer by any means, but she didn't seem to care. Once she made eye contact with Bakugou, she waved him over as she danced. He shook his adamantly.

No way, He mouthed.

She gave him a dramatic pout and puppy dog eyes that almost made him fold, but someone bumped into her and she seemed to get lost in the music again as she whipped her hair around. She was too cute for her own good.

He hid a smirk as he guzzled down his water and crushed the cup for the garbage.

"Bakubro!" Kirishima cackled. The red haired boy put almost all of his weight onto Bakugou's shoulder with his arm, his other hand holding a paper bag that was obviously hiding alcohol. "Y'know, I didn't think you'd show. I'm glad you did though." He seemed to catch on that Bakugou wasn't listening and snickered. "Go dance with her."

Bakugou snapped his attention to his friend with a glare. "Fuck no."

"What, you nervous? It's not hard, man, you just gotta move your hips." Kirishima raised his hands and gyrated his torso, bumping into an annoyed Bakugou as he did so. "Go grind on your girl before someone else does."

"No one is gonna grind on her," Bakugou grumbled, rolling his eyes.

"Well... I wouldn't be so sure," Kirishima laughed. He pointed towards the dance floor at the scene that was unfolding.

Kaminari, dressed to the nines and slicking his hair back with determination, was strutting over to an unsuspecting Y/N with a devilish look in his eye. Once he reached her, he started dancing with her wholeheartedly as Y/N laughed at his enthusiasm. Soon the two of them were in perfect sync and having a total blast as the music lead them on.

Bakugou growled.

"Dude, just go cut in. Kaminari will back down so fast," Kirishima offered.

"I don't..." He crossed his arms again in frustration. "I fucking--" He clenched his fists, forcing himself to say the words. "I don't fucking know how to dance, Shitty Hair."

Kirishima didn't judge him. He never had and he never would. He only put his hand on his friend's shoulder and the other on his own chest. "Listen, bro. Dancing isn't a specific set of moves. Does it look like Y/N knows what she's doing?"

Y/N seemed to be spinning in nonsensical circles with her arms raised as Kaminari tried (and failed) to join her chaotic rhythm. Kirishima had a point.

"Whatever, but it... like..." Bakugou started. "It feels too much."

The words he said didn't make sense, but somehow Kirishima understood. "Listen, I know you don't drink, but... maybe try it. Just tonight. The reason people like it is cause it gets rid of that 'too much' feeling." He offered the paper bag to Bakugou. "You wanna try?"

Bakugou hesitated a moment before snatching the poorly concealed bottle and tipping it into his mouth.

It burned almost immediately-- it tasted like piss and fire mixed together and he had to fight back the urge to hurl as he gulped and gulped and gulped. He took several swigs before Kirishima pulled it back. "Woah woah woah, slow down there!" He cried. "You're gonna make yourself sick. You gotta pace yourself, bro."

Bakugou's throat screamed at him for relief and he held back a cough. The grimace on his face probably looked ridiculous, but he couldn't exactly stop it. It was absolutely vile. "That shit is fucking disgusting," He choked out, leaning over as he tried to gain his bearings.

"Yeah, I should've warned you. Didn't think you'd go in that hard, but I guess I should've expected that," Kirishima chuckled. "You might need a chaser. Want me to grab you a lemon or--"

"Fuck that. I'm fine," Bakugou lied, sitting up straight and taking a deep breath, letting the air cool down his throat. After a few minutes, he could feel that burning sensation creep down into his stomach and start spreading through his body. He felt warm-- slightly softer, like he was floating... but being weighed down at the same time.

"You good?" Kirishima asked.

Bakugou nodded. He did feel good. The music around him didn't feel so overwhelming anymore; now it felt like it was drawing him in. The world around him felt muted and easy. What had he been so nervous about?

He turned at looked at Kirishima who was giving him a shit eating grin. "You having fun?"

"Yes," Bakugou said shortly. He leaned back and forth on his feet a bit, still trying to adjust to the new sensation. He shook his head and took another gulp of air. It was fun. The tingling in his fingers felt nice, too. Another few minutes passed before he said, "Y/N. Wanna see Y/N."

Kirishima was a bit worried now. Bakugou had consumed a lot of alcohol very quickly-- and he had absolutely no idea what kind of person Bakugou was when he was tipsy. Guess he was about to find out.

Bakugou took off the vest that he was wearing and unbuttoned the top few buttons of the red shirt underneath, letting the cool air hit his chest. He felt too warm. He rolled up the sleeves and pushed back his hair to let that abusive heat wash away.

Sero whistled. "Woah, Bakugou! You gonna get out there?"

Bakugou was going to respond, but then his eyes landed on Y/N. She was amidst the crowd of people, but he could've found her anywhere, really. She radiated a beauty that called out to him and the alcohol seemed to enhance it. Seeing her body move (mostly) in time with the beat was doing things to his tipsy brain that he couldn't process.

Bakugou didn't have control and he was actually enjoying it. He didn't feel like he needed it.

Once he reached Y/N, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards him. Her eyes snapped to his and her jaw dropped when she saw his new attire. "Woah, what happened to your shirt, dude? I mean, I'm not complaining, but--"

Bakugou interrupted her with a kiss. He couldn't help himself. It wasn't his fault, really-- she just looked so delicious in that little dress of hers with her face red and hair messy from dancing. He couldn't believe that she was his.

He pulled away from her with hungry eyes. Y/N looked completely flabbergasted and he loved it. He loved making her like this. If they hadn't been in the middle of a crowd of strangers, he would've lifted up that sweet little dress and bent her over that refreshment table and--

"Are you drunk?" She asked, pulling him from the delectable daydream.

"Maybe a lil bit. What's it to you?"

She laughed. "You taste like shit. I thought you didn't drink."

He glared at her. "Fuck off."

"Hey, if it means I get you to dance with me then I'm not complaining," She shrugged. "Is that what you're here for?" Without waiting for a response, she started spinning and raising her arms again, an invisible force drawing him in.

He had no idea what the fuck he was doing, but he started bobbing his head in time with her. She smiled at him, a silent encouragement that he didn't realize he craved, and then his hips and arms started moving on their own. It was... fun. It was really fun.

Bakugou let himself get lost in it as the world swayed beneath him. All he could think about was how he wanted to be closer to her. It was an easy fix-- without even thinking twice he put his hands on her hips and pulled her in. Her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck as she swayed. He felt more drunk on her than on the alcohol.

"Pretty," He mumbled. "I like your dress."

"You do?" Y/N asked, a hint of teasing in her voice. "I could get used to tipsy Bakugou. The compliments are nice."

He didn't really process what she said, he only watched how perfectly her lips moved when she talked. Damn. It was hard not to think about what that mouth had done to him only a few days ago. The pleasure she had given him. He shivered at the memory.

Holding her against him was doing all sorts of things to his body. Even through hooded eyes he was drinking up how gorgeous she was. Was he hard? Yeah, he was definitely hard.

"How much did you drink?" Y/N asked. There was suspicion in her voice that was killing the mood.

"Why does it matter?"

"Because there are things I wanna do to you, but I don't know if you're conscious enough."

Bakugou felt a giant rush of adrenaline and lust course through his body. It wasn't just a desire now, it was a craving. A need. How did she always know what to say to make him like this?

The small world around them that had been created shattered when someone grabbed Y/N's shoulder and turned her away from him. He snapped up to glare at whoever it was and suddenly felt much more sober when the realization set in. A paparazzi.

The man was shorter than both of them and holding up a camera that seemed like it was going to fall over. He had a calm look on his face as he asked his next question:

"Tell us, does Inasa know that you're whoring around at parties?"

Without thinking twice, Bakugou grabbed the man's shirt collar and punched him square in the face.

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The paparazzi hadn't gone down without a fight, though it was a rather pathetic one. 

The man had tried to swing back after dropping his camera but Bakugou had caught his wrist mid-air and kicked him square in the chest sending him sprawling against the bar. Even while tipsy, Bakugou was a force to be reckoned with. A few of the other partygoers gasped and hurried out of the way.

Bakugou stalked towards him, explosions sparking from his hands. "Wanna try that again, short stack?" He grabbed the front of the man's collar and yanked him forward with alarming strength. "I think you owe her an apology."

"Y-you hit me!" The man cried. "You can't do that! I'll fucking sue your ass! This is--"

"I think he's right," Y/N said, crouching down next to Bakugou. "I think you do owe me an apology." She tiled her head to the side and raised her eyebrows expectantly. "Well?"

Bakugou had never been more proud. The man looked completely flabbergasted, absolutely terrified of the two heroes before him. It seemed this wasn't the reaction he was expecting.

"How about this," Y/N suggested. A glare was forming on her face. "You can tell Inasa to kiss my ass. 'Kay?"

Bakugou smirked, still not releasing the man from his grip.

"What the hell is going on here?" 

The three of them turned and saw Momo towering over them with an angry look on her face. 

"This asshole punched me! He assaulted me! Get him out of here!" The man shrieked. He did his best to wiggle out of Bakugou's grip, but Bakugou only snarled at him and tightened his grasp.

Momo crossed her arms. "Who are you? I don't recognize you."

The man paled.

"That's what I thought," Momo sighed. "Stand up. All of you."

They did as they were told, Bakugou stumbling a bit but still not letting go of the man. Y/N scoffed and turned away pouting.

"What happened?"

"This asshole called Y/N a--" Bakugou started, swaying a bit, but Momo held up her finger and he shut up. 

"No, I wanna hear from Y/N. Y/N, what happened?"

Y/N pointed a finger at the man. "This fucktwat called me a whore to get a reaction on video." She rolled her eyes. "It's not even a nice camera."

Momo narrowed her eyes at the man. "A paparazzi, huh?"

The man sputtered out a defense. "He fucking assaulted me! He should be arrested! I have connections in the police force--"

"So let me get this straight," Momo interrupted. "You trespass on my property, insult my guest, and when my friend defends her you threaten to call the police?" She walked closer to him. Momo wasn't usually the intimidating type, but this was scary. "I suggest you get the fuck out of here before you get torn to shreds for breaking and entering."

"Breaking and entering?! I didn't break shit! I just came for photos, I--"

"KIRISHIMA!"

Within seconds, Eijirou was at the scene shrugging off his jacket. "What's up, Momo?"

"Escort this man off my property, please. And call the police-- he's trespassing."

Kirishima grinned wickedly. "Of course, m'lady." He pranced over to the loudly protesting paparazzi and hoisted him over his shoulder like a child, carrying him with ease out of the room and to the street as the man shrieked.

~~~

"I'm fuckin' fine, Tinkerbell. Fuck off," Bakugou grumbled.

Y/N rolled her eyes. "God, you're always such a drama queen. Just calm down, will you?"

Momo had instructed Y/N to sober Bakugou up; She didn't want any more incidents like what had occurred earlier. She'd directed them to a guest bedroom and bathroom where she could give him water and keep him away from confrontation. Keep him out of trouble, she had said.

Y/N was sitting next to Bakugou on the satin bedspread, forcing him to drink from a crumpled waterbottle. Bakugou was being incredibly difficult.

"I'm not drunk," He protested, pushing away the bottle. "You know I'm not fucking drunk, I'm just a little tipsy. I only hit him because he fucking deserved it. I'd do that shit sober."

"I know. But you should probably sober up anyways," Y/N muttered. "You hate alcohol. Why did you drink in the first place?"

Bakugou paused. "Kirishima," He grunted. He turned away in hopes that she wouldn't press him further, but of course she did.

"Since when does peer pressure work on you?"

"It wasn't peer pressure." He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair again. The room felt much warmer than the rest of the house. "Just wanted to."

Y/N narrowed her eyes at him. "You're a liar. Why are you being a liar?"

Bakugou glared at her but didn't respond. How was he supposed to tell her that he drank to get the confidence to dance with her without sounding ridiculous? He was still tipsy, the slight haze of color in his vision was evidence enough, but not tipsy enough to admit something like that. 

He ignored her and turned away. "You don't have to stay in here. Just tell Momo I'm passed out or some shit."

"Nah. That party was lame anyways."

It was his turn to be suspicious. "Look who's the liar now." He smirked at her and leaned back on the mattress with his elbows. "You tryna spend more time with me? Gross."

Y/N rolled her eyes, but her pink cheeks betrayed her. "You fucking wish." God, she looked cute when she blushed. Delectable even. The alcohol was definitely still in his system and it was making it very hard to keep his hands to himself, but he forced them to stay in place. 

He turned and propped himself up on one elbow now, giving her a devilish grin. "You're cute when you're embarassed, Tinkerbell."

She responded with a glare and huffed as she crossed her arms. "I'm not embarassed. What is there to be embarassed of?"

Bakugou laid back on the mattress, his hands behind his head. "You've got a damn crush on me."

"No fucking shit, dumbass! You're my boyfriend!"

The corners of his mouth turned up at that. "Hm. Damn straight." He stopped for a moment before mumbling, "...Inasa could fucking never." He probably wouldn't have said that if he was sober-- maybe he had a little more to drink than he thought.

Y/N barked out a laugh. "Oh, I see what's going on. You're jealous."

He snapped up from his leisurely position and glared at her, the world spinning slightly at his quick actions. "I don't get jealous."

"Right. Sure. You did just punch a man because of it, Kat."

In a second, Bakugou grabbed Y/N's waist and yanked her underneath him, now hovering over her on his hands and knees. The mattress was soft and bouncy beneath them and made Y/N wiggle beneath him in the most perfect way. 

"I don't need to be jealous. I'm the only man who gets to see you like this." 

Y/N pretended that she wasn't fazed by his actions. "What the hell do you mean like this?" 

With one hand, Bakugou gripped both of Y/N's wrists and pinned them above her head. With the other he snaked his hand up her thigh, hiking up her dress until his fingers met the hem of her panties. He grazed over where she wanted him most with the lightest of touches. She choked out a moan.

"That's what I mean," He breathed. The alcohol was making Bakugou far too daring. "You think Inasa could make you react like that? You're fucking desperate for me."

"Am not," Y/N stuttered.

He raised an eyebrow and grabbed the rim of her panties before tearing them off of her body. Y/N yelped at the force and stared wide-eyed as he dangled them in front of her-- a wet spot right in the center.

"Don't lie to me, Tinkerbell."

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"You-- that's--" Y/N stuttered.

"You gonna pretend you aren't into this when your panties are this wet? Nice try, Tinkerbell." Bakugou threw the underwear across the room and pushed her down flat on the bed with the palm of his hand, making her heart pound. He had a glint in his eye that she'd never seen before-- it was primal and dominating in a way that was different than how he usually was. It felt darker.

"What the hell was in that drink he gave you?" Y/N muttered. Her cheeks were pink from how he was looking at her but she couldn't turn away. It was addicting. He was devouring her with his eyes and she felt powerless... in the best way. "W-We can't, I don't know how drunk you are--"

"Are you stuttering? Want me so bad you can barely speak, huh?" He cocked his head to the side and grinned wickedly. "Fuckin' cute."

Y/N was having a very hard time not giving in. "Bakugou," She warned, but it was useless; his lips were already against her neck and working wonders against the sensitive skin. He was biting and nipping as his hands drifted across her body leaving sparks in his wake. "How much did you drink?"

Bakugou pulled back and glared at her impatiently before slipping his fingers under the skirt of her dress and running them up her thighs. "I'm fine, Y/N. Barely had any."

"That can't be true. You're like a different person." His hands were on her naked hips now and they were gripping her tightly. Jesus, he was firm.

"Stop being dramatic," Bakugou grumbled. In one swift movement he yanked her to the edge of the mattress and grinned down at her. "You're practically quivering, Tinkerbell. Need my cock that bad?"

The words had Y/N seeing stars. How the hell was she supposed to resist him when he was acting like this? He was so outrageously bold and she would be lying if she said it didn't do things to her body that she couldn't control. She could already feel herself throbbing; this wasn't good.

He sensed her hesitation. "Jesus, Y/N. I didn't have that much. Trust me on this."

She turned away sheepishly but he grabbed her chin roughly and forced her to look at him again. "Do you want this?"

"I-- yes, I just... as long as you're not too drunk."

Bakugou scoffed. "A drunk man couldn't do what I'm about to do to you."

He leaned down on one elbow next to her and with the other arm reached underneath her dress again. His movements were so much rougher than what she was used to. Usually, Bakugou was desperate, but never this dominating.

He dragged his finger up her slit and made her yelp in surprise. "Keep it together, princess," He teased.

"Shut up," She retorted, but he responded by pushing his fingers past her folds and rubbing around her entrance. The friction and sensitivity was making her legs feel like jelly. He had already reduced her to a shaking mess and he'd barely gotten started.

His free hand moved to grab her throat. "Watch your mouth," He hissed, "Or I won't let you cum." Y/N choked out a small gasp at his words and pretended that it didn't make her eyes almost roll back into her skull. Okay, she really liked dominant Bakugou.

Bakugou found her clit with ease and applied the tiniest amount of pressure while moving in slow circles. It was tantalizing-- he was trying to fuck with her, and it was working. Each movement was sending jolts up her spine. He was looking down at her with complete control. His grip on her throat was light enough that she could breath just fine but tight enough that it kept her in place where she belonged.

"That's my girl," He smirked. She wasn't going anywhere.

Katsuki picked up the pace, slipping a finger inside her tight entrance. "Damn, you're wet," He grunted. "You're a slut for me."

Usually, Y/N would be offended-- so why was she so turned on hearing it from him? She tried to stutter out a response but her words seemed to collapse in her chest. There was too much pleasure from his fingers and she didn't want it to stop.

He slipped another finger in, then another, stretching her out. It was a delicious friction and Y/N knew that if he continued any longer she wasn't going to last. "W-Wait, I'm gonna--"

He pulled his hand away and she almost whined. The noise made Bakugou smirk with satisfaction. Y/N would've been embarassed if she weren't so fucking aroused.

Bakugou stood up and left her wanting. The space where his fingers had been ached for more. His hands made quick work of his belt, yanking it out from his pants before he pulled them down just enough to expose the tent in his underwear.

"Hurry up already," Y/N breathed. Her entire being was hungry for him now.

He glared at her before grabbing her arm and yanking her to her feet. "I told you. Watch. Your. Mouth." He pulled her over to the door and pushed her against it, successfully pinning her before taking out his dick and lining himself up with her entrance.

She could feel his tip pressing against her and it was making her dizzy. The smile was gone and he locked eyes with her as he pushed inside. It was slow, at first, drinking up the sensation; until he pushed himself all the way inside of her and made her shriek.

He covered her mouth with his hand. "Ssh," he taunted. "Gotta keep quiet, Tinkerbell. Do you want the whole party knowing I'm fucking you?" His words were whisper quiet and the warm breath from his mouth sent a shiver up her spine.

With one arm, Bakugou hoisted her up as her legs hooked around his waist and his other hand was leaning against the door to the side of her head. He lazily started pushing his cock in and out of her, reveling in the muffled sounds she was making.

"You look cute when you're trying not to scream." He started going faster, and with his new pace the tip of his dick was pressing right against the perfect spot with every thrust. The friction from his movements was overwhelming and oh so good.

Y/N couldn't stop the noises as he started going faster. He was fucking her quick enough that the door was thumping within the frame with each thrust. "F-Fuck, Kat," She moaned.

Bakugou's pace was relentless. Each push inside of her was just as strong as the last, stretching her walls so perfectly and making her throb for more. Penetration had never felt this good before-- it was a painful pleasure that made her vision go white.

"God, you drive me crazy," He groaned. He adjusted his grip and the new position was letting him reach deeper inside of her. "Do you like my dick, Tinkerbell?"

"Are you dumb? Of course I do," She hissed.

Bakugou pulled out of her and made her cry out at the feeling. She felt so hollow and empty without him inside of her-- she needed him. "What the hell? Why did you--"

Within a second he had spun her around to face the door and pressed her against it, slipping inside of her again with a grunt. "Fuck, Y/N." Bakugou pushed as deep as he could go before gasping in relief. She was perfect for his cock. Every time he had sex with her was better than the last. "Good girl. Hold still for me."

Footsteps sounded outside of the door, approaching their room. Y/N gave Bakugou a panicked look but he only smirked at her. "Better keep your shit together, Tinkerbell."

She looked confused for a moment before he pulled out and slammed back into her. A squeak spilled from her and she slapped a hand over her mouth to try and muffle the noise.

"Y/N? How's Bakugou doing?" It was Momo.

"Uh, he's doing--great--" She stammered. She had to use every brain cell to stop herself from moaning. "We'll come down in a minute."

Bakugou started picking up the pace and she could've killed him in that moment... but he felt so good. Dangerously good. In fact, if he kept hitting that spot, she was probably going to--

Bakugou's hand snaked around her and he rubbed Y/N's clit. "Did Keigo ever make you feel this good?" He whispered in her ear. "Look at you. You're a mess. Bet he couldn't do this to you."

"Stop it," She hissed. "Shut up or we'll get caught."

He started pressing down harder on her clit. "You're mine. I'll fucking prove it."

In a few seconds she was biting down on her hand and cumming around his cock.

The sensation was enough to push Bakugou over the edge too, making him keel over and damn near lose his mind at how good her walls felt spasming around his dick. He hissed to stop himself from moaning too. Fuck, he was going to cum.

"Alright, well, come down when you're ready. The countdown is starting soon."

"Yeah, give us just a second," Y/N croaked. Her voice was strained as she tried to focus, but it was almost impossible considering she could feel Bakugou cumming inside of her. He was pushing deeper with each throb of his dick and jerking with each spasm.

Once she heard Momo's footsteps recede down the hall she pushed Bakugou away and glared at him. "You asshole!" She hissed. "In front of Momo?"

He grinned and slumped against the mattress. "Not my fault you like my dick so much."

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"Are they acting weird, or is it just me?" Sero grumbled. His eyes were on Y/N and Bakugou who were standing against the wall-- Bakugou was towering over her with a smirk on his face and one arm stabilizing himself and the other on his hip. Y/N had a deep blush growing from her neck and she was glaring at him.

"That's probably my bad, I kind of got Bakugou to drink earlier," Kirishima admitted. He scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "Didn't think he had that much, but I guess he's a bit of a lightweight."

Mina frowned. "How the hell did you get him to drink? I thought he swore off of it after..."

"He did," Kirishima interrupted. "I was kind of hoping that trying it again, with Y/N this time, would kind of... make it better for him or something." The three of them looked up at Bakugou who was now laughing at something Y/N had said. "I guess it worked."

"I swear Y/N changed her makeup," Mina said, squinting as she examined her friend from across the room. "Where did they go after the fight?"

"I think Momo sent Y/N to sober him up upstairs... holy shit," Sero made the realization halfway through his sentence. "No wonder Bakugou is in a good mood. Looks like someone got laid."

Kaminari laughed. "Damn. I'll be honest, when Y/N got to Japan I did not think that it would be Bakugou that she'd end up with."

"I didn't think she'd end up with anybody. She didn't really seem like the dating type," Mina said, taking a sip of whatever hellish concoction Kaminari had made for her. She grimaced at the taste. "They're an odd pair."

"I like it," Kirishima said with a smile. "I think it works. She keeps him grounded and he gives her confidence." He crossed his arms proudly and admired his friend who was now pointing an accusatory finger at a laughing Y/N. "Look at him, all grown up."

~~~

"God, it's cold out here," Y/N grumbled with a shiver. "If I knew we were gonna do this outside I would've brought a coat."

Kaminari shrugged off his suit jacket and started to hand it to Y/N. "Hey, you can wear my--"

Before he could even finish the sentence Bakugou swatted Kaminari's hand away and gave him a death glare as he handed his own jacket to Y/N. He gave the I'm-watching-you signal threat before standing at attention next to Y/N again. Kirishima held back a laugh-- Y/N didn't even seem to notice what had happened.

"The countdown isn't for another 10 minutes. Why are we here so early?" Bakugou snapped. 

"Fireworks, Bakugou. Some people like to watch fireworks," Momo deadpanned. 

Y/N wrapped Katsuki's jacket around her tighter with a small smile. It smelled like him-- that burnt caramel scent. "We've got some time. I'm gonna go grab some treats from a vendor, I'll be back in a second." Bakugou sulked as she walked away.

"So... did Y/N sober you up okay?" Kirishima teased. The look in his eye told Bakugou that he knew exactly what had happened.

"Butt out, Shitty Hair."

Kirishima snickered. "Glad you were sober enough for... well, you know. It seems like the liquid courage worked wonders. I'm glad you aren't scared of it anymore." Once the words left his mouth he seemed to realize what he had said and a panicked look took over his face.

Bakugou turned to him with anger. "I wasn't scared of it," He growled. "Never have been. Why are you even talking about that?"

"Sorry dude, I didn't mean anything by it-- I'm just happy you're good is all."

"You know not to talk about that shit."

"I know, I know. I'm sorry, Kat."

Bakugou paused for a moment, frowning. He seemed to be upset, but not necessarily at Kirishima. "You know I didn't want that to happen, Ei."

"Everyone knows," Kirishima said softly. "It wasn't your fault. She was a bad person."

Bakugou didn't respond. The topic was too fucked up for him to think on it any longer; it was supposed to be a fun night. He didn't want to spend it remembering her. 

When he looked up he saw Y/N approaching with two sticks of cotton candy. The dark cloud in his mind parted and it felt like a breath of fresh air when he saw her face. Was it the alcohol?

"Got you one too cause I'm a good girlfriend," She bragged, thrusting one of the bright pink clouds into his hands. She started taking bites of her own with a grin on her face that made Bakugou feel warm.

"You know what to do at midnight, right Kat?" Kirishima whispered.

Bakugou glared at him. "The hell are you talking about?"

"You don't know? You gotta make sure you k--" Before he could finish he was ripped away by Kaminari and Mina who were trying to get him to watch Sero's new magic trick. Bakugou rolled his eyes. It couldn't have been that important, right?

"Thanks for the jacket," Y/N said. "You're pretty sweet sometimes."

"I'm always sweet," He snapped. "Ungrateful."

Y/N laughed and the sound made his head ring. He loved it. The beauty of her smile was interrupted when a firework set off above them; The flash of light and loud BOOM made Y/N squeak in surprise and jump closer to him.

She looked up at him in embarassment and he raised a teasing eyebrow at her. "Scared of explosions? That's not good," He joked. "Can't have you scared of me, Tinkerbell."

"Oh please," Y/N grumbled, looking away from his deep stare. "Just loud is all."

He chuckled. "Sure."

"I'm not scared."

"Mhm."

She sulked and crossed her arms; He grabbed her pouting form and pulled her into his chest. "So dramatic," He grunted. He was warm and smelled nice, as always. It still felt weird to see Bakugou being affectionate. She took another bite of her cotton candy to distract herself from the pounding in her chest.

"The countdown is starting!" Kirishima yelled excitedly. He shot a look at Bakugou. "Bakubro, get ready."

"Get ready for what?" Katsuki snapped.

The countdown started. "10! 9! 8! 7!"

"Shitty Hair! Answer me! what the fuck do you mean?" It was too late. Kirishima had run off already.

"6! 5! 4!"

"You don't know, huh?" Y/N teased. "Guess you don't get to be the smartass tonight."

"3! 2! 1! Happy New Year!"

Around them, couples were spinning around and locked in intense kisses to celebrate the year coming to an end. Bakugou looked around in a panic. Was this what he was supposed to do? He turned to Y/N who was holding back a laugh. "Figure it out yet?" She taunted.

"I--" He stammered. He didn't want to assume that a kiss is what he was supposed to do-- he would look like a total idiot if it wasn't. He frantically looked around for any other indicator but was interrupted.

Y/N grabbed his messy shirt collar and pulled him down to meet her lips. The fireworks going off above them matched what was happening in his chest. It had only been an hour since he'd been having sex with her, but her kisses still set off a wild amount of butterflies in his stomach. She was so soft, so warm, so perfect.

Is this what being in love felt like?

He dropped the cotton candy on the floor and grabbed her face to pull her in deeper.

Chapter Text

"You need to calm your tits, Kat. I'm meeting your parents, not holding them hostage."

The two of them were walking up the doorstep of the Bakugou household; Katsuki had his hands stuffed into his pockets and looked like he was trying to retreat into his body like a turtle. She knew him well enough to know that the emotion he was feeling was panic.

"Fuck off," He grumbled. "My parents are just... they just... just don't be freaked out if they're weird about shit."

Y/N scoffed. "They can't be that bad." She took the doorknocker and rapped it a few times. "I've dealt with villains, how bad could--"

Before she could even finish her sentence, the door flew open and revealed an overenthusiastic Mitsuki with her arms out wide. "YOU'RE HERE!" She yelled, reaching out and grabbing the two of them by the arms to yank them into the house. "I'm so glad you're here! I half expected this boy to chicken out and bail--"

"I never chicken out of anything!" Bakugou snapped.

"Shut it, Katsuki. Go help your father with dinner. Y/N and I have some conversation to make." Without another word she took Y/N's arm again and lead her to the dining room. Y/N winked at Katsuki before disappearing behind the doorframe.

It wasn't panic he was feeling anymore. It was dread.

He took off his jacket and hung it up in the coat closet before removing his shoes to join his dad in the kitchen. Masaru was standing over the oven with a spatula and frying pan-- the smell of savory meat was wafting through the room. Katsuki's stomach growled.

"Ah, you're here! Welcome home, kid," His dad said sweetly. He turned and gave Katsuki a warm hug before returning to his task on the stove. "Your mother and I thought it could be fun to make an American dish tonight for your girlfriend, so we're making burgers!"

Katsuki tried not to cringe.

"Here, watch these patties. I'm gonna grab the tomatoes from the garage," Masaru said as he handed over the spatula.

Katsuki took it and checked the progress on the meat. His dad had always been the cook in the house and it was where he had learned most of his skills. He'd grown up on his dad's recipes. Though the meal choice was embarrassing, it certainly smelled heavenly.

He realized he was trying to distract himself from the fear of what his mom and Y/N could be talking about in the other room. Every humiliating moment of his life seemed to boil to the front of his mind.

~~~

"It smells delicious, Bakugou-sama," Y/N said, praying to the gods that she was addressing Mitsuki correctly. It felt a bit weird rolling off her tongue but the need to impress his parents outweighed the odd feeling.

"Oh please, call me Mitsuki," Mitsuki gushed. "Come sit!"

The two of them sat at the dinner table; Mitsuki propped her chin up with her clasped hands and beamed at Y/N. "God, it's wonderful to meet you. I never thought I'd see the day where Katsuki brought someone home for dinner."

Y/N laughed. "I'll be honest, it took me off guard too," She admitted. "I thought he was telling me he was dying based on how he invited me. He barely managed it."

"That shitty boy," Mitsuki grunted. "Well, at least he actually did it. How did you guys meet? He won't tell us anything. Can barely get a peep out of him sometimes."

Y/N twiddled her fingers nervously. "I came to Japan after losing my quirk. I was being looked for by a major fuckhead villain--" She clapped her hand over her mouth after realizing her vulgarity. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry, it just slipped out--"

But Mitsuki was cracking up. She was hunched over the table with laughter. Y/N's face burned with embarassment when Bakugou's mom met her eyes and said, "I see why he likes you."

Y/N put her hand on her forehead in humiliation. "I'm so sorry, it was so impolite, I--"

"Oh hush," Mitsuki scolded, wiping a happy tear from her eye. "Where do you think Katsuki gets his swearing from? Fucking Masaru?"

It was Y/N's turn to laugh now. It had only been a few minutes but she already knew that she liked Mitsuki a lot. It seemed that much of Katsuki's boisterous attitude and sailor's mouth was from his mother.

"Keep telling your story, sweetheart. You were being chased by a fuckhead villain?"

Y/N chuckled. "Yeah. The villain who took my quirk. I was in hiding at UA, undercover as an engineer." She paused for a minute. "Well, I am a qualified engineer, that just wasn't always the plan. I was a hero back in America."

"Number three, Katsuki said," Mitsuki said with a smirk. She leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms. "Very impressive, dear."

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise. "He actually talked about me?"

"Of course he did. That was the only thing we could get him to talk about," Mitsuki grunted. "Wouldn't say a word about his career but gushed about how beautiful you are. I'm just glad I got to see it in person."

Y/N tried to hide how shocked she was. It was almost impossible to imagine Bakugou calling her beautiful. He hadn't ever complimented her to her face like that-- he'd called her pretty before, but that was during sex so it felt weird to count it. Bakugou thought she was beautiful?

"I know, it surprised us too," Mitsuki said. It seemed she knew what Y/N was thinking. "You've changed him, that's for damn sure."

"Has he never had a girlfriend before? Or a boyfriend?"

Mitsuki shook her head solemnly. "Nope. You've met the boy... he has some problems connecting with people. For a while it was that damn superiority complex." She swirled the glass of ice water in her hand and stared at it as she talked. "He got better though. Made friends. Never a relationship though. He must feel really safe around you if you were able to get him into a relationship."

Y/N looked at her hands. "It was his idea, actually, which I guess makes it even more surprising."

"Shit. You must've really gotten through to him," Mitsuki chuckled.

"Not sure how. I just swore at him a couple of times and beat him in Super Smash Bros."

Mitsuki rolled her eyes. "It's more than that and we both know it." She leaned against the table again and stared hard at Y/N. "It was enough to pull him out of that hole he buried himself in... so thank you." Her voice went soft. The thanks was genuine and there was a hint of sadness that made Y/N's heart hurt.

"Well... he pulled me up, too."

It was true. Over the 7 months Bakugou had taken a bullet for her, defended her honor, taken care of her when wounded, drunk, sad, all of it. He pulled her back on her feet after losing her quirk and was standing behind her supporting her when she got it back.

Is this what being in love felt like?

The door to the dining room opened and the men of the house walked through holding several plates of food. "Finally!" Mitsuki gushed. "I'm starving!"

"Calm down, ma," Bakugou grumbled. "Haven't even set it down yet."

Once the table was ready, Katsuki took a seat next to Y/N and gave her a worried look. He was clearly dreading what Y/N and Mitsuki had talked about.

"Your mom is pretty cool," Y/N whispered as Masaru and Mitsuki chatted. "You think I'm beautiful, huh?"

Bakugou's face turned bright red and he glared at her. "Jesus. Shut your mouth, Tinkerbell." He scooted his chair in and leaned forward against the table on his elbows.

"Elbows off!" Mitsuki snapped.

It was going to be a fun dinner.

Chapter Text

Once the food was ready on the dinner table Masaru walked up to Y/N and finally extended his hand to her. "It's nice to finally..." Once he locked eyes with her his jaw dropped. "Wait, Whirlwind? You're... Kat, you're dating Whirlwind?! Why didn't you say anything?!" His hand that was extended was now gripping his hair in surprise.

"I did. Told you she was an American hero," Katsuki grumbled. "You know her?"

"Know her? KNOW HER?!" Masaru shouted. "Are you kidding? Every American knows her!"

Katsuki raised his eyebrows. His dad very rarely raised his voice-- even Mitsuki seemed a bit taken aback. Y/N, meanwhile, was flashing an awkward smile at the attention being drawn to her.

"Are you American, Mr. Bakugou?" Y/N asked, tilting her head. "Bakugou never told me."

"I have American family, yes; I visit every once in a while. Enough to definitely know who you are. It's an honor to have you in our home," He gushed. "I should've made something more formal, we should've dressed up, I--"

"Masaru," Mitsuki interrupted. "Take a deep breath. Come sit down."

He did as his wife said and plopped down, his eyes still wide with shock and excitement. Katsuki watched his dad, the usually calm and collected man, lose his mind with giddiness. He knew that Y/N was a popular hero, but... every American knows her?

He felt a bit ashamed that he didn't know.

"So what brings you to Japan in the first place?" Masaru asked. "Did you come to be closer to the Hawks Agency?"

Y/N laughed nervously. "I actually got let go from there after I lost my quirk." When Masaru looked at her in panic she frantically waved her arms to ease his worries. "No no, I got it back. It's all good now. It was a long story, really complicated-- Had a bounty on me for a while--"

"That's when Katsuki got injured, right?" Mitsuki asked.

Y/N lowered her head. The bright atmosphere of the room shifted and the dark clouds of guilt and shame starting creeping in through the edges of her vision. Her heart started to pound at the memory. "Um... yeah. That's when he got shot." She looked up at Katsuki who was watching her intently; she couldn't tell what emotion he was feeling, if anything at all. He was just... looking at her. It made the feelings worse. 

Katsuki turned back to his plate and picked up his burger, examining it. "Barely felt it."

Y/N scoffed at him. "You bled out on me, idiot. I almost watched you die. Don't act like--"

"It doesn't matter," He interrupted. "Even if I did die. Still would've done it."

The words rang in Y/N's head, echoing and repeating the heavy meaning. I still would've done it. Did he just say he would've died for her?

Overwhelmed with what it meant, Y/N stared intently at her burger as she took a bite. Katsuki's parents were looking at each other with alarm-- it seemed the confession was not lost on them either. 

"What matters is that you're both safe. Nothing like that was necessary," Masaru said. 

There were a few more minutes of silent eating before Masaru spoke up again. "So... now that you've got your quirk back, are you planning on returning to the industry?"

The Bakugous awaited her answer eagerly. Even Katsuki was side-eyeing her, pretending not to pay attention, but his fidgeting fingers gave him away. 

Y/N bit her lip. "Well I was offered my position at the Hawks Agency again."

Bakugou spat out his drink.

"Jesus, Katsuki, what's with you?" Mitsuki snapped, tossing a napkin across the table. "Get it together."

He ignored his mother's words and stared intently at Y/N. "Are you gonna take it?"

"I haven't really put much thought into it. I don't know if... I don't know if I have the money to stay in Japan." Her eyes quickly glanced at Bakugou, ashamed, before staring at her hands. "They paid me well for the engineering work, but... almost all of it went to paying my hospital bills from America."

Mitsuki slammed her fist on the table. "Damn American healthcare!" She roared. "Absolute bullshit! They're robbing you blind, they shouldn't be able to--"

"Mitsuki, dear," Masaru said gently. He placed his hand on her arm and his wife calmed down enough to lean back in her chair with a glare.

"She's right, it's fucking bullshit," Bakugou snapped. "How long were you in the hospital?"

"I... I think it was a few weeks or so. I was unconscious-- or unresponsive-- for a lot of it." She took a sip of her water before adding, "Once I came to Japan, Recovery Girl was generous enough to heal the majority of my wounds enough for me to perform basic functions again. With her it was only a few days-- It would've taken much longer back in the states. Maybe even months."

Bakugou's mind was whirling with thoughts. He felt ashamed that he didn't know the details. Why hadn't he asked? Why didn't she mention the hospital bills? She could've asked him for help, he would've--

"Wouldn't the Hawks Agency pay you enough to stay?" Masaru asked. "Surely it's enough for other Japanese heroes. It should be enough for you as well, right?"

"I uh... don't have any savings, so I can't put money down on an apartment," Y/N admitted. She blushed deeply. "All that I had went to the medical bill. It was sixty thousand dollars-- about 6.5 million yen."

Mitsuki slammed her fist on the table once again. "Are you fucking kidding me? You get injured protecting the American people and they charge you that much?!"

"I dunno. I guess we're just so used to it that--"

"IT'S FUCKING UNACCEPTABLE!" Mitsuki shrieked. "I knew America had problems, but fuck!"

"Mitsuki," Masaru hissed. "It's impolite to disrespect her home like that."

"No, it's okay," Y/N laughed. "I get it. I've only been in Japan for about 8 months, but I already love it more than I've ever loved the states."

Bakugou felt a bit of pride at her statement. He hoped her love for Japan was enough to make her stay.

"If I had the resources to put down money on an apartment, I would," Y/N said softly. "But right now it's looking like I'll have to move back home with my parents until I can save enough money to be on my own again. I'm just glad I had the funds to cover it and they didn't have to spend theirs. It was enough stress on them already having me taken across the world. Especially with the media harassing them..."

Why hadn't she told him that she might leave Japan? There was a new sense of dread in his chest now. It was a suffocating kind of fear. 

I can't lose her. I just got her. 

Chapter Text

"I still can't believe I have the famous Whirlwind in my home," Masaru chuckled.

Him and Y/N were doing dishes together in the kitchen while Mitsuki and Katsuki went to the corner store to buy mochi for dessert. Y/N had never tried it and Mitsuki was having none of it. "You can't have gone your time in Japan without trying mochi," She had said. Katsuki had rolled his eyes.

"I'm not so famous anymore," Y/N said. "Not in Japan, at least. It's a bit of a relief." She used the dish towel to dry the plate that Masaru handed her. 

"American media can be... difficult. Especially for young female heroes," Masaru sighed. "Hell, it's hard for female heroes in Japan. It's hard everywhere."

Y/N shrugged. "You're not wrong. The other day a different pro hero announced that we're dating. It was news to me."

Masaru laughed. "That's pretty brutal. A bit like what Kat went through a while back."

Y/N frowned and turned to him, confused. "What happened to him?"

"Oh." Masaru set the plate he was washing down and bit his lip. "I guess it makes sense that he hasn't told you. He doesn't really like to talk much, does he?" He went back to scrubbing at the dish and sighed. "There was this... girl. Not a good person. Mitsuki and I don't really know the full story, but Kat's friend-- Kirishima, I think it was?-- filled us in a bit."

Y/N's heart was starting to pound in anticipation.

"There was a party, alcohol got involved, then the media got involved. For a while there he... well, the media tore him up so bad we weren't sure his reputation would recover."

Y/N was starting to feel nauseous. She wasn't drying dishes anymore; they were piling up on the counter as she listened.

"I don't want to say any more than he's comfortable with. You should ask him about it if you'd like to know more."

She snapped back to her chore and tried to speed up her dish-drying process to catch up. What the hell had happened to Kat? Y/N admired that Masaru was respectful of his son's privacy, but a smaller part of her was disappointed she didn't get more information.

~~~

"Alright, I get it. Mochi is pretty good," Y/N admitted. "Tastes like ice cream."

"That is ice cream, dumbass," Katsuki grumbled. "The outside is mochi."

Mitsuki smacked the back of her son's head. "Be nice to your girlfriend or she'll leave you!"

Y/N held back a laugh. "Yeah, Kat. Be nice or I'll leave you." 

He responded by sticking his tongue out at her once his mother wasn't looking and she snickered.

"Do you want more food for the road? We can give you the rest of the mochi if you--" Masaru started, but Katsuki interrupted.

"You guys gave us enough shit to feed an army," He grumbled, holding up the heavy paper bags as proof. "Trust me, we're fine."

"Slow your roll. Kiri would lose his mind if we brought him mochi," Y/N corrected. Mitsuki beamed at her and handed her the box of remaining treats before patting her on the head.

"Be safe! Text us when you're back at the dorms. Love you!" Mitsuki cried as they walked out the front door. 

"Love you too, ma," Katsuki said. "Love you, dad."

His parents waved and blew kisses at the door before closing it and the two of them trudged out into the snowfall outside. The eerie quiet of winter settled around them as they made their way to the nearest bus stop.

Y/N tried to take one of the bags from Bakugou to help with the weight but he yanked it away and glared at her. "I got it, Tinkerbell."

"I like your parents. They're cool."

"I know that," He huffed. "Did you... What did you and my mom talk about?"

Y/N laughed and nudged his arm with hers. "You nervous about our gossip, Kat?"

"Fuck off!" He snapped. "I'm not nervous!"

"Well, you should be."

He gave her a quick look of panic before she burst into giggles.

"I'm messing with you, it was all good things," She said with a smile. "I'm a bit sad I didn't get some embarrassing shit on you, but what can ya do?"

He rolled his eyes at her.

"I uh... I talked with your dad a bit too while you were gone," Y/N admitted. The two of them reached the bus stop and took a seat on the bench underneath the small platform. Bakugou set down the bags of food and stretched his arms-- it was a good 50 pounds of food that he'd been carrying.

"Oh yeah? 'Bout what?"

Y/N was nervous about bringing up the next subject. What if it upset him? She took a deep breath and forced herself into it. "Your dad mentioned something about the media talking shit about you a while back."

Bakugou said nothing; he stared straight ahead, emotionless. Unresponsive. It was unnerving.

"He said something about a girl."

That seemed to get more of a reaction out of him. His eyes narrowed and lowered to the ground as his hands clenched into fists. Y/N could read loud and clear that he was uncomfortable.

"Will you tell me about it?"

"No."

"Okay," She said softly. "You don't have to."

Bakugou looked at her, finally, squinting in confusion. "You're... not upset?"

It was Y/N's turn to be confused. "What? Upset? Why the hell would I be upset?"

"It's just..." He fidgeted with his fingers. "I dunno. People usually get mad when I don't wanna talk about shit."

Y/N shrugged. "It's your shit, Kat. You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." There was a pause before she added, "Don't get me wrong, I'd love to hear it when you're ready-- if you're ready-- but that's your deal. I'm not gonna make you tell me anything."

Bakugou would be lying if he said he wasn't in shock. Y/N bent down and grabbed another ball of mochi from the box and tore it in half. He leaned forward and she popped one half into his mouth and flicked his forehead. He snorted at her and she giggled.

He really didn't have to talk about it if he didn't want to?

His heart fluttered in his chest a bit as he watched Y/N chew happily on her bit of mochi. Her legs swung back and forth on the bench as the slow fell around them-- how the hell was she so beautiful?

He tried to smother the smile that was creeping onto his lips but couldn't help it. The corners of his mouth turned up as he finished biting down on the sweet treat. He felt relieved. The fear that had began creeping up his throat seemed to be drowned out by the ice cream-- and by her.

"You've got a cute smile," She teased. "You should let it out more."

"Fuck off," He said, but his words had no malice behind them and a laugh seemed to be fighting its way out as he spoke.

She leaned her back against his shoulder and pulled her feet up on the bench as she finished her dessert. She was warm as always, but it was more than that-- she brought a kind of comfort and safety that he'd never experienced around another person. 

She broke the silence of the snowy night air. "Kat, I don't wanna go back to America."

Chapter Text

"Tell us everything!" Uraraka gushed.

"We uh... ate dinner. And mochi. I like mochi a lot," Y/N said. "Have you guys had mochi before?"

The second that Bakugou and Y/N returned to the dorms they were pulled off into their friends rooms. Bakugou had shouted a few curse words but Kirishima had overpowered him as he dragged the fiery blonde into his bedroom with Sero and Kaminari. The girls had settled in Uraraka's room.

"Do we look like we pulled you in here to talk about mochi?" Mina deadpanned. "We wanna hear about what happened with his family. Did it go well?"

"Of course it went well, the Bakugou's are a wonderful family," Momo said defensively. "Even if they didn't like Y/N they still would've been overwhelmingly kind."

"Well that doesn't help," Y/N muttered.

"Oh no, I didn't mean it like that. I'm sure they loved you."

Uraraka shook her head. "I still can't believe Bakugou invited you to dinner. It took Kirishima two years to get invited."

"Kirishima and Bakugou never dated," Jirou laughed. "This is different. Y/N is Bakugou's first relationship."

"To be fair, he definitely didn't want to invite me over," Y/N admitted. "I'm, like, 99% sure his mom threatened him. He looked like he was going to vomit when he invited me."

The girls laughed at that.

"Have you and Bakugou.... y'know?" Uraraka asked. There was a small blush on her cheeks.

"Fucked?" Jirou said, finishing her friend's sentence.

"Don't say it like that!" Uraraka cried out. "It sounds so..."

"You and Deku have fucked, why is that a weird word?" Jirou retorted, this time throwing a pillow at Ochaco (who was now floating a few feet in the air with embarassment).

"I can't even imagine Bakugou liking sex," Momo said. "He seems way too guarded."

Mina shook her head. "Nah, girl. That's where you're wrong. The guarded ones are the freaks in the sheets."

Y/N leaned back in amusement watching the girls chatter amongst themselves. When they noticed that they were carrying on without her response, Mina halted the conversation and pointed an accusatory finger at Y/N. "Well?" She demanded. "Spill the details!"

Y/N shrugged. "Nah. It's more fun to watch you guys fight over it." She leaned back on Uraraka's bed with a satisfied smirk and the girls groaned in frustration. "I like hearing your theories."

"There's one question that needs to be answered though," Mina said. "He goes down on you, right?"

Y/N paused. She was usually cool with sex talk, but for some reason this made her stop in her tracks. To be completely honest, that was something she'd never experienced-- or expected to experience. Hawks had always been a... selfish lover, and any other boys she'd fooled around with back in the states hadn't approached anything like that either.

Was it something she should expect? From... Bakugou? Her heart started pounding.

"He hasn't, has he? Y/N, honey, it's 2021. We don't fuck with men who don't go down on their girls," Mina said, her hands on her hips.

 "This might be different," Jirou corrected. "I doubt Bakugou knows the first thing about sex. I don't think it's his fault."

It seemed true-- though their experiences together had been incredible to say the least, much of what they'd done had been based on... instinct. The things Bakugou did with her didn't come from practice, but from need. It made things much more aggressive, but it left things like oral out of the picture. She remembered how uncomfortable he'd been at first when she went down on him for the first time. It would make sense for him to not even know what eating out was.

"Ask for it," Mina suggested. "Communication is key, babe."

Y/N was getting flustered. "No, no, it's fine. I don't even know if that's something I want... I mean I like what we do, and it--"

"Stop with the excuses. Everyone likes getting head."

Mina was right.

~~~

"Tell us everything!" Kirishima gushed.

"What the hell is there to tell?" Bakugou grunted. "We had dinner."

Kaminari snickered. "Told you." Sero smacked the back of his head.

"You guys are getting pretty serious. Didn't think you'd last this long, Bakugou," Sero teased.

Bakugou bristled at the insult and sat up from his spot on the floor. "What's that supposed to mean, shithead?"

"Maybe there's no details because he sucks at relationships," Sero retorted. "I'm not gonna believe he knows what he's doing until he talks about it."

While Bakugou fumed, Sero shot the panicked Kirishima a wink that said I know what I'm doing. He'd known Katsuki for years now-- at this point, he had learned how to get him to talk.

"Fuck you. Y/N and I are fucking amazing. The dinner was perfect. Everything is great, asshole."

"Sounds like things are going well then," Kirishima said. "Do your parents like her?"

"Of course they like her!" Bakugou yelled.

Kirishima nodded, feeling proud of both Y/N and Bakugou. "Right on, man."

"How's she in the bedroom?" Kaminari asked. His hands were behind his head laying on Kirishima's bed as he smirked at Bakugou.

Bakugou shot him a death glare. "Wouldn't you like to know, fuckface?"

"Didn't she sleep with Hawks? I'm sure she's great," Sero said. He was trying to rile Bakugou up again and it was working wonderfully.

"If you talk about Hawks one more time I'll burn your throat," Bakugou hissed. 

"It's not a matter of her pleasing him, it's him pleasing her," Kaminari teased. "Do you know how to please a woman, Kat?"

"Don't fucking call me that!"

"That's a no. Have you even gone down on her?"

Bakugou was about to blast Kaminari into the next room but paused. Go down on her?

The boys saw his hesitation and winced. "Uh oh. That's a no go, man," Sero said, disappointment in his voice.

"The fuck-- What--" Bakugou stuttered. 

"You gotta go down on your lady, bro," Kirishima said, putting his hand on Bakugou's shoulder. "Very important."

"I-- I know that!" Bakugou snapped. His cheeks were turning a bit red. The truth was, he definitely didn't know that. Was his inexperience that obvious? Even worse, could Y/N tell? No, she enjoyed him. She definitely enjoyed him. 

But the idea of making her enjoy him more was definitely stirring something inside of him.

Chapter Text

Y/N's dorm room door slammed open and Bakugou sauntered in. "Tinkerbell. Need my boots fixed."

She didn't stir. She stayed snoring in her bed as if he didn't exist, and that angered him. He walked over to her bed and crouched down to be at eye level with his girlfriend, a strong scowl on his face. The scowl faded once he saw how peaceful she looked; Sure, the snoring was obnoxious, but he couldn't deny how cute she was. It made him even angrier that she looked this sickly sweet without trying.

"Oi!"

Y/N awoke with a deep frown, eyes blinking to adjust to the morning light. It was literally the light of the sunrise-- it couldn't have been later than 6:00 AM. 

"Are you fucking kidding me, Kat? Today?" She groaned. Instead of getting up to help him she flipped over and ignored him. "Get out, 'm tired."

"I have patrol tonight. Need this shit repaired. You want me to die out there?"

"Yeah."

"Get the hell up!" He snapped. He grabbed her arm and flipped her back around to face him, and in doing so her shirt rode up her stomach. The newly exposed skin made Bakugou flush and widen his eyes. She was wearing booty shorts too-- it was too much too quickly.

Y/N didn't seem to care. She only flipped him off and attempted to roll over again-- Bakugou snarled and climbed on top of the bed above her, glaring down at her menacingly. He jabbed a finger at her forehead, making her yelp before huffing in anger and sitting up. He tried not to notice that she wasn't wearing a bra.

"Why this early, dude?" She snapped. "You don't need 'em fixed until tonight! Let me be!"

He crouched down, elbows on his knees. "Cause I was gonna work out later. I need this done now."

"I have a life outside of fixing your shit, you know. I'm gonna go back to bed. You have three seconds to get off my bed before I make you get off."

"It's not that fucking hard! I just need the soles put back in-- SHIT!" Bakugou was interrupted with a burst of air knocking him off of the bed and onto the floor. He landed smack on his back and groaned. "You shitty girl, I'll--"

"Try again, babe. I dare you." She was already back under the blankets and falling asleep again. 

Bakugou stood up in a huff and marched out of her room, slamming the door behind him.

~~~

A few hours later, Bakugou was hauling a basket of laundry back to his bedroom when Kirishima darted past him so quickly he almost lost his grip.

"Oi! Watch it!" Katsuki snapped, rolling his eyes and continuing his route down the hall. Only a few seconds later, about 7 other classmates zipped down the hall as well-- this time, he did drop the basket. "What the hell is going on?"

"You wanna join? We're waking her up now," Mina said excitedly. She had... balloons in her hands. 

"The hell-- Wake who up?"

"You want in, Kacchan? You can hold the cake if you want," Deku said. The smile on his face was much too bright and eager.

The pieces were starting to add up and he did not like where it was going. "Hold on a damn second, is it--"

"SURPRISE!! GOOD MORNING BIRTHDAY GIRL!" Kirishima crowed, slamming open Y/N's door and letting in the mass of 3-A students. Even from down the hall Bakugou could hear Y/N's shriek of surprise. 

No. It couldn't be.

Katsuki was left in the hallway in utter shock as he heard streamers pop and his friends cheer. How did he not know it was her birthday? Shock made way for a new emotion: Rage.

He stormed down the hall and grabbed Midoriya by his sleeve. "Oi. Why the fuck didn't anyone tell me it was her fucking birthday?" He hissed. He refused to turn the corner and face the celebration.

"You told us you'd kill us if we involved you in another 'shitty birthday celebration.' You said they were pointless," Izuku deadpanned.

"She's my fucking girlfriend!"

"Yeah, so we thought you knew."

Bakugou let go of Midoriya's shirt and threw his head back in frustration, gripping his hair tightly. What the hell was he going to do? He had woken her up early, demanded work of her, and told her he already had plans for the day. It was off to a pretty shitty start.

From behind the wall, Bakugou hissed for Kirishima to come over. When the bright haired boy bounced over to him he yanked him out of Y/N's room. "Big problem," He breathed. "Didn't know it was her birthday."

"Yikes," Kirishima winced. Fuck. If Kirishima thought it was bad, it was probably really bad. When he saw Bakugou start to panic he grabbed his friend's shoulders. "It's okay bro. We'll figure this out. Go get some flowers, make a reservation for a restaurant she likes, maybe some fancy jewelry--"

"I don't think Y/N likes jewelry... I don't even know what restaurants she likes here," Bakugou grunted. "This is a fucking disaster."

"Nah dude, it'll be okay. Just take her out tonight."

"I can't," Bakugou groaned. "I have a patrol shift tonight."

Kirishima slapped his forehead. "Jesus Christ."

"I fucking know, Ei! What the hell do I do?"

"Okay, okay," Kirishima said, radiating determination and focus. "Um...quit your job."

Bakugou stared at him for a bit. "You're kidding."

"It's better than ditching her!"

Bakugou slumped against the wall. It had only been a week or two since he'd started dating her and he was going to lose her over something dumb like this. She was definitely going to leave him-- he didn't deserve her, he--

"Get it together, Bakubro," Kirishima snapped. "You have a lady to please."

Kirishima was right.

Katsuki crossed his arms and bit his lip in focus. Think. Think. Think. 

Eijirou watched as Bakugou pulled his wallet from his pocket and walked out the door. "Be back later," Bakugou huffed before slamming the door.

Chapter Text

It had probably been an hour, honestly. 

He'd been standing in the flower isle with his brain on total lockdown. Why the fuck were there so many? And why were they all named something so ridiculous? The sweet smell was getting overwhelming and no matter how many times his eyes raked over the selection he couldn't choose. Did Y/N like roses? Carnations? Chrysanthemums? Geraniums? He was starting to feel sick.

"Just make a decision, Katsuki," He muttered to himself. "It's just flowers. Just fucking flowers..."

He checked his watch again and cursed at himself. It had been a full hour since he'd arrived at the store and he'd spent literally all of his time staring dumb-faced at the flowers. 

"Excuse me sir, is there something I can help you with?" An elderly man asked. He was wearing a work apron-- a store employee. He must've noticed Bakugou's struggle.

"Flowers. Her birthday. It's--" He squeezed his eyes in frustration. "Girlfriend's birthday."

The old man hobbled over to stand next to Katsuki. "Flowers have different meanings, you know. For the flower and the colors of each flower."

Fuck. Seriously? Now I have to worry about the meaning?

"I don't need help," Bakugou grunted. He turned away in embarassed annoyance.

 The old man ignored him and grabbed a bouquet of pink-petaled flowers. They were big and poofy, and they smelled sickly sweet. "Pink is usually a safe bet," He said. "Very romantic. They look pretty, too. These here are peonies."

Bakugou crinkled his nose. He decided that he didn't like peonies-- too extra.

His eyes scanned the selection again and landed on a flower that he actually knew the name of. A sunflower. He grabbed one and twirled it in his hands as he examined it. For once, Bakugou actually liked the color; and the smell didn't nauseate him like the others. In fact, it barely had a smell. "What about sunflowers?" He muttered.

"Uh... well, they're not very traditional. We don't usually have people buy those; they're a bit odd for gifts. May I suggest something more appealing, such as--"

"I want sunflowers."

The old man chucked. "You seem to know what you want...alright, I'll make you the sunflower bouquet."

It didn't take long. The old man was clearly very skilled in his craft and somehow managed to arrange the bulky sunflowers in a way that made them seem more presentable. Bakugou liked them; he couldn't put his finger on it, but they did remind him of Y/N. They felt stronger than the other flowers and somehow the color felt right for her. He felt proud of his pick.

As he was paying for the bouquet at the counter, however, he felt a bit disappointed. Flowers... didn't feel like enough. He wanted to give that idiot the whole world like she deserved. When Bakugou looked down at the sunflowers he sighed and his heart sank a bit in his chest. 

The customer in line in front of him finished paying and the cashier called Bakugou up next. As he paid, his eyes landed on the magazines lining the wall. 

An idea popped into his head.

~~~

It had been an exhausting day. Kirishima and Mina had absolutely spoiled her-- they'd gotten her new clothes, fun treats, and a poorly-made birthday cake. Nearly the whole class had contributed. Well... all except Bakugou.

She tried not to let it bother her. It's not like it was his fault; she never told him it was her birthday. What was hurtful was that he didn't show up to any of the celebrating. He wasn't there for the singing or the cake and ice-cream, not the presents, not the dancing in Kirishima's room. Where the hell was he?

At 6:00 PM Y/N had given up any hopes of spending time with him. His shift was starting in an hour or two-- he would likely be getting ready soon or finishing his workout. Bakugou was a workaholic after all.

She spent the rest of the evening in her room on the floor, her tools scattered around her as she labored over her boyfriend's boots. It was a minor fix really, but it couldn't hurt to polish and tune-up his gear. Her overalls were getting a bit greasy and her hands smelled like oil. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and pulled her hair back into something that resembled a ponytail.

Once she was properly satisfied with her work, her heart jumped at the excuse to see him. She grabbed the boots and walked down the hall to his room and knocked on the door.

"Your boots are done," She called.

No response.

She rolled her eyes and opened the door to see Bakugou sitting at his desk working on something. His head snapped up and his eyes widened. "Hey! Don't you knock?" He stood up from his chair in a hurry.

"I did knock," Y/N snapped. She stormed into the room and threw his boots on the floor. "Your boots are done. Still don't know why you had to wake me up at--" The words faltered when she saw what was on his desk. "What... what are you doing?"

"Uh... birthday gift," He grumbled.

On Bakugou's desk were dozens of newspaper clippings-- they were all American headlines of her. Each piece was recognition of different heroic feats she'd performed or news outlets praising her work. There were photos of her in action along with articles describing the incidents. 

Her eyes raked over the collage and her heart thumped. Tears were prickling behind her eyes. "Where the hell did you get these?"

"There's a guy at a convenient store across the street who collects newspapers. He's an old fuckhead but he gave 'em to me for a favor."

Y/N picked up one of the photos-- it was her at her debut fight. She looked positively radiant. Happy memories were racing back to her in droves. It was overwhelming but so, so perfect.

"You did all this?"

"No shit," He grunted. He turned around and picked up a bouquet of... sunflowers? "And uh... these. They're wilted now, shitty things--"

His words were interrupted when Y/N grabbed his shirt collar and yanked him down into a kiss. It was messy and wild and Bakugou could've melted right there. He cupper her face with his hands and kissed her harder but pulled back in surprise when he felt a tear on her cheek.

"Woah, what? Why are you crying?" He demanded, still a bit flustered from how perfect her lips had felt. "Fuck. I knew sunflowers were a shitty pick. Look, I can go get different flowers--"

"You dumbass!" She cried. Her laughed mixed in with her sniffles. "It's a happy cry. This shit is so sweet, no one has ever done anything like this for me. It's wonderful."

Bakugou smirked with pride and straightened his back. "I give damn good gifts."

"You do, especially for something so last minute."

His cheeks burned a bit. "I... Sorry. I didn't know," He mumbled. 

Y/N laughed. "Dude, it's fine. I never told you. Though it was pretty shitty that you tried to wake me up so early," She said. "And not even for something fun."

Bakugou raised an eyebrow at her. "Something fun? Like what?" His voice went deeper as he leaned in closer and it made Y/N's breath catch in her throat.

Y/N didn't respond. Her face only froze as his hands reached out to touch her again-- they slid up her arms until his finger traced under her chin and lifted her head to look him in the eyes. 

"It's not too late for 'something fun,' Tinkerbell," He taunted. "Is that what you were hoping for this morning?"

"Maybe," She grumbled. She could feel her blood pumping. "But you just wanted your fucking boots fixed. Dickhead."

"Aww, you mad?" He teased. "Did you want me to ask for something else?" 

Before she even had time to be upset at his mocking tone he grabbed her by her waist, picking her up and turning to drop her on his mattress. He crawled on top of her with a dangerous look in his eye that made Y/N dizzy. He was always so... possessive.

He leaned down and for a moment she thought it was for a kiss-- but then his head dipped next to her ear and she shivered as he whispered, "You want another present, birthday girl?"

Chapter Text

Y/N felt a bit self conscious. Her oil-stained overalls weren't exactly screaming sex appeal and neither was her unkempt hair. She looked down at herself apprehensively.

Bakugou noticed. "What? Wanna stop?" He froze above her with a frown.

"No, I just... my clothes are gross."

Katsuki smirked at her and rolled her eyes. "'S okay, Tinkerbell, you won't be wearing them much longer." Without another word he continued his advance and unclipped her overalls, sliding them down her legs as she felt her body heating up at his words. "Better."

Now she was in a T-shirt and panties, suddenly feeling very self conscious of how wet she was. She clamped her legs together with a nervous look on her face, but Bakugou only shook his head at her.

"Nuh uh. Nice try, sweetheart." He gripped her knees and spread her open as she turned her head away. She felt dizzy with how vulnerable she was; her breathing was picking up and so was her body temperature.

He grabbed the side of her face and turned her head to face him. "Look at me," He demanded. "Want you to watch what I'm gonna do."

Y/N's eyes widened at his words and he smirked at her reaction, pulling her up with both hands and kissing just under her jaw. The kisses were slow and rough as he pressed his lips repeatedly to her skin, slowly making his way down her neck. When he reached the spot above her collarbone he nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin making her shiver.

Just as she was feeling relaxed again, Bakugou grabbed her bra and yanked it off of her chest with a devious look in his eye.

"Are you fucking kidding me? Stop destroying my clothes," Y/N snapped. "I'm not rich."

"Shut it. I told you, I'll pay you back," He retorted, but his eyes weren't looking at her face when he said it. He was staring right at chest with a hungry expression. He bent down and immediately put one of her nipples in his mouth and sucked. Hard. His hand was pinching and twisting the other making her squirm in his touch.

"Stop it," She groaned. "Touch me already."

"Jesus, you're always so impatient. Can't you just be fucking grateful?"

"It's my birthday, I'm allowed to be impatient."

Bakugou pulled back and stared at her before smirking. "You wanna be impatient? Fine."

Y/N was surprised when instead of leaning forward Katsuki climbed off of her and knelt down on the floor. "The hell? What are you--"

She was interrupted when Bakugou grabbed the hems of her panties and yanked them off her legs, once again grabbing her legs and forcing them open wide. Y/N yelped in surprise but he ignored her; he hooked his arms under her knees and yanked her to the edge of the mattress. He was now face to face with her pussy.

"W-wait, are you gonna-- Bakugou, you can't just--"

He didn't even start slow. In a second his mouth was on her, his warm tongue gliding up her slit as she cried out.

"Fuck! Wait!" She begged. "That's too much, it--"

Bakugou growled at her. "Not enough, then too much. You don't know what the hell you want, Tinkerbell." He pressed his mouth to her again and this time didn't pull back when she yelped.

Y/N was short circuiting. She had never had anybody go down on her before, and this was happening so quickly; and Bakugou was fucking relentless.

His tongue glided up and down the outside, brushing against her folds as she stammered above him. It wasn't enough-- he needed more. A lot more. He used his hands to push her legs open wider and his fingers to pry apart her lips as he dove in again.

Y/N almost screamed. The stimulation was insane. Every nerve was on fire and sending a million signals to her brain as his tongue was now tracing from her entrance to her clit and back again. Over and over and over. He wasn't gentle, either-- it was Bakugou, so of course it wasn't. It was unrelenting and overwhelming and so fucking good.

Bakugou noticed her jolting when his tongue reached her clit. He smiled wickedly and wrapped his lips around the bud, flicking his tongue over it repeatedly and sucking it to make her squeal.

Now this was new. He'd seen Y/N in pleasure before, but never like this. She was thrashing underneath him and gripping at whatever she could find. She couldn't control her body or the sounds coming out of her mouth, that much was clear. This kind of power was dangerous for him. He was getting ridiculously hard just from seeing how much control he had.

He fucking loved it.

Katsuki gripped her thighs tighter and yanked her closer as she clamped her legs around his head. Okay, that was hot.

Another jolt ran down to his dick as he pushed his tongue past her entrance making her cry out again and squeeze her thighs around him tighter.

Is this what heaven was like?

He used his tongue to slide in and out of her, poking and prodding at her walls with the wet muscle. His nose bumped against her clit as he buried himself deeper against her; Y/N thrashed and moaned above him and his eyes could've rolled back from how much he was enjoying this-- fuck, his pants were way too tight.

With one hand he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled out his dick from his underwear. It had been a long time since he'd been this hard; it was throbbing in his hand as he gripping himself and went back to giving Y/N heaven with his tongue.

"Jesus, Kat, I can't do this much longer or I'm gonna lose it," She stuttered. Her voice was hoarse from desperation and Bakugou was pretty sure he'd never seen anything hotter.

Bakugou chuckled darkly and spat into his hand before spreading her legs apart again, this time licking and sucking with new motivation. Y/N could tell he had no intention of stopping. His mouth was targeting her clit and she saw his hand move down to grab his cock.

Katsuki could get used to this. He was devouring her like a man starved. He rubbed himself and grinded into his fist as he ruined her with his tongue-- but he wanted more. He wanted to watch her come undone and he wasn't going to stop until she did.

She was close, he could tell. When his tongue pressed inside of her entrance he could feel her tightening and her moans were growing louder the more he licked at her clit. Her entire body was tensing up around him as he jerked off his cock. Fuck, was he going to cum from eating her out?

Yeah, he was.

"Kat, if you don't slow down I'm gonna--"

"Do it," He hissed, pulling away momentarily. "Cum for me."

When his mouth returned to her clit and sucked hard, Y/N's thighs clenched around Bakugou's head. She shrieked as she rode out her high. Seeing Y/N in this much pleasure was too much, and her thighs were definitely making it hard to keep it together. Did he have a thing for thighs?

He followed her right over the edge and groaned into her pussy as he lost control of his cock, cumming all over the floor. His hand ran up and down his dick as he rode out his high and helped Y/N come down from hers.

Bakugou finally pulled away, gasping for breath. He leaned back against his hands and tilted his head back to recover. When he looked back up at her, Y/N looked absolutely blissed out. Her cheeks were red and her panting still hadn't died down.

"How the fuck did you do that?" She whimpered. "The fuck was that? That was..." Y/N didn't even finish her sentence before flopping back onto the mattress.

Once Y/N slipped her panties back on, Bakugou leaned forward and put his head between her thighs again.

"What are you doing?" Y/N laughed.

"Mind your business," He grunted, pushing her legs together and squeezing himself between them again. Yeah, this was his new favorite place.

Y/N sat up and raised an eyebrow at him. "Do you have a thing for thighs?"

"I said mind your business."

She peered down and finally noticed the mess on the floor. "Hold on... did you cum?"

"Fuck off."

Y/N chuckled and laid back down on the mattress as Bakugou nuzzled between her legs.

"Simp," She teased.

He glared at her but couldn't get himself to pull away.

Chapter Text

Many of Y/N's friends were in the common room scattered amongst the couches as Y/N dashed around gathering her things.

"You're going to do wonderful, Y/N. I wouldn't stress so much," Momo said. "How hard will an interview be if you've already worked there before?"

"It's a different position this time," Y/N said. She was frantic as she dug through the coat closet to find her shoes. "Plus, I was technically let go from the company so I'm not sure how it works. The game may have changed since I've worked there, and I was an off-site hero, and--"

"Calm down, Y/N, it's gonna be just fine," Kirishima said as he handed her her jacket. "Hawks himself told you that the position is yours for the taking."

"That's another thing," Y/N groaned. "What if he only wanted to give me the position on grounds of, like, sleeping with him? Because that is not on the table." She slipped on her shoes, stumbling a bit, before using her quirk to glide her jacket onto her arms.

"Then don't work there. There are plenty of places that would love to have you," Jirou said. "You've still got your ranking in America, too."

"I'm not that high ranked in Japan," Y/N muttered. "My track record here is pretty shit after the bounty... and the airport incident... and the paparazzi on New Years... and that shit with Inasa--"

"You're getting worked up, babe," Mina soothed. "It's going to be just fine. Deep breaths, chin up."

"Go get 'em, Whirlwind!" Kirishima cheered.

Y/N took a deep breath before walking out the door.

~~~

"Looks like he's ready for you, miss. If you'll follow me I'll take you to his office."

Y/N stood up and brushed off her pants, straightened her button up and followed the ridiculously attractive secretary down the extravagant hallway of Hawks Agency. Funnily enough, it was her first time in the building. Because she'd been a remote hero in America she had only ever seen photos of the place-- and Jesus, was it glamorous.

Y/N hadn't realized how prestigious the company was. The windows looked out over a gorgeous view of Tokyo and the ceilings were several stories high. It was spacious and expensive, just like Hawks liked it. She had rolled her eyes a bit when pulling up to the building.

She followed the secretary to a room at the end of the hall, fidgeting with her sleeves as she did so. Was her collar too tight? Was it hot in here? Should she have worn a skirt? The secretary looked really pretty in that skirt.

The beautiful woman opened the door for Y/N and allowed her to step in, closing it behind her. Y/N gave a quick thank you before turning to face the office.

Keigo was facing away from her staring out the windows of his skyscraper. His wings were relaxed behind his arms as he took a sip from his mug-- did Hawks drink tea? He was in a white button-up with his sleeves rolled to the elbows and his shirt tucked into his pants.

When he turned to see her, he flashed a charming smile. "Good to see you, kid. Come sit."

It was weird. This was weird, right?

She did as she was told and sat across from him as he joined her in taking a seat. He reclined as much as his chair allowed and crossed his arms. "So how've you been?"

Y/N was a bit taken aback. "Uh... been peachy, I guess. Wasn't this supposed to be an interview?"

Hawks rolled his eyes and sat up, leaning on the desk in front of him and swirling his mug. "Ah, c'mon. You should know this is a formality. I told you I'd have a position for you here if you wanted it, didn't I?"

Y/N frowned. "I guess, but... I dunno. I thought we'd still go through the process or something."

"No need," Hawks shrugged. "You've worked for me before. I know you, and I know I still want you here."

Y/N leaned back in her chair, feeling a bit more at ease. "Won't you get in trouble for hiring me so easily?"

"As far as they know, it wasn't easy," He said. "Plus, it was never public that you stopped working here. So why not keep it that way?" He slid a clipboard across the desk with a pen. "There are a few things that'd be different, though, if you're working in Japan now."

Y/N took a deep breath. "Alright, hit me."

He smiled. "First thing: hours here aren't predetermined. You'll be on call-- an official pro hero responding to certain incidents. As long as you're filling out your paperwork and showing up when summoned, you'll get your paycheck."

Y/N nodded. "Okay. What else?"

"Second thing: Working for me, there's going to be a lot of press events. We need you acting professional. Back in America it was different; remote heroes aren't seen as serious embassies of the company, but here, it's serious. You represent my Agency and I want you impressing the public."

She nodded again. "Fair enough."

"Third thing: No dating other heroes."

"What?"

"I mean it," Hawks said. "It causes too much shit with the media and the tabloids. The agency doesn't need that kind of publicity."

Y/N's mouth fell open in surprise. "Wait, so I'm not allowed to date anybody? What the hell?"

"You can date, just not heroes. I saw something going around about you and that other wind quirk boy--"

"Inasa. We aren't dating, that was fake."

"Whatever. I don't want to hear about you and any other hero."

Y/N sighed in frustration. "What if it's kept under wraps?"

Hawks shrugged. "Fine. But if I hear about it, you're gone."

She wanted desperately to point out how that rule was not in place when he had slept with her, but decided against it as he was now her boss again. Frustration was boiling inside her gut. Fucking hypocrite.

"You're wondering why it was okay for us to sleep together," He said, a slight smile forming in the corners of his mouth.

Y/N didn't respond, which was a response in and of itself.

"We kept it a secret. I knew you weren't going to go around telling people about it because it would've ruined your reputation as a new hero," He said nonchalantly. The way he said it made Y/N scowl. "Plus..." He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms with a smirk. "I really wanted to."

Y/N snorted and tried to ignore how her cheeks burned. "Anything else I need to know?" She muttered, bitterness laced in her words.

"Nope. Just keep your phone handy, kid, and sign these papers." He tapped the clipboard before standing up and turning to face the window again. "I'll see you out in the field."

After signing the documents Y/N exited the building with both relief and frustration swirling in her head. Knowing that she had the budget to stay in Japan was elating, but the anger at having to deal with Hawks again was getting to her. She forgot how frustrating he could be.

Would Bakugou be upset that their relationship would have to stay private?

She pulled out her phone to shoot him a text about it but bumped into somebody before she could.

She stumbled back. "Woah, my bad. Didn't see you--" She looked up and froze.

Inasa.

Chapter Text

Bakugou was exhausted.

It was rare that he reached his limit. He spent hours and hours in training to prevent himself from ever reaching it, but today was rough. He'd just gotten off of a 30 hour shift. 

It had started as a usual patrol with him and an annoyingly friendly newbie from Endeavor's agency, but it quickly devolved into chaos when they came across a train accident caused by an unknown villain. After a lengthy chase that resulted in some heavy damage to the surrounding city, the suspect had gotten away and Bakugou was left to deal with the repercussions.

That was the part of hero work that he hated: The aftermath. After nearly a full day of dealing with city and civilian damages (on top of his 8 hour patrol), he was ready to go home. His muscles ached for him to rest. He missed his bed... and he missed seeing Y/N.

He checked his phone on his way into the dorms. It was odd that she hadn't texted him-- she had a stressful interview that morning and told him she would let him know how it went. It should've finished an hour ago. 

BAKUGOU: Fill me in loser, how'd it go?

Bakugou shoved his phone in his pocket and pushed through the front doors. Many of his friends were sitting on the common room couches playing some shitty video game. 

"There he is! Where you been, man? That shift must've been nuts!" Kirishima called, not looking away from the screen.

"'M fuckin' tired," Bakugou grunted. "Need dinner."

"We made some ramen earlier. Have at it dude," Denki said. He was staring intently at something on his phone; probably that stupid clans game he usually played.

Bakugou shrugged off his gloves and boots and threw open the door to the fridge, taking a small taste of the ramen and grimacing. "No fucking flavor." 

He pulled it out and rummaged through the spice cabinet grabbing curry powder, red chili flakes and soy sauce. After dumping in an unhealthy amount of each he sat down in a slump and tried not to let his eyes drift shut as he ate.

Kirishima, Sero, and Denki all strutted over to join him at the dining table. He normally would've been annoyed, but seeing familiar faces instead of the dozens of random first responders after the disaster was a nice change of pace. 

"Saw the chase live. It was epic," Denki said. "You were on fire, man."

Bakugou grunted in dissatisfaction. "Doesn't matter. The motherfucker got away. We don't have any footage on him either, so we haven't got shit to work with."

Kirishima sighed. "That sucks, bro. I'm sorry you went through all that for nothing."

"It's how it is sometimes," Katsuki grumbled. "Just tired now. Where's Y/N at?"

"Hmm... she should've been back by now. Shoot her a text," Sero suggested, keeping his eyes fixed on his Nintendo switch. Kirishima watched him over his shoulder.

"I did. No response."

"Maybe she died then."

Bakugou rolled his eyes and gulped down the rest of his ramen before cleaning out his bowl. "Where the hell did you watch the chase anyway? Press wasn't allowed in the area."

Denki jumped to his feet with excitement and Sero groaned. It seemed he knew what rant was coming.

"There's this dude I follow, he's like an undercover paparazzi, but he always gets the most insane footage. He got, like, the whole disaster. He's anonymous so he gets away with it, but he's got thousands of viewers."

Bakugou sighed. He hated those fucking influencers.

"Here, I'll show you!" Denki cheered, dashing to Bakugou's side and whipping his phone out. Bakugou ignored him and continued washing his dish. "Like right now he's got one going. Looks like... woah, wait a second, is that Y/N?"

Sero put down his switch and Bakugou's dish clattered in the sink. Kirishima gasped. All three of them raced to Kaminari's phone to see what was happening.

"The fuck... lover's quarrel?" Bakugou spat, reading the title. "What is this shit?"

"Dunno, I can't get a good look..."

"Hold on, isn't that Inasa?" Kirishima demanded. "That's his hat. I know it is."

Bakugou snatched the phone out of Kaminari's hand and stared intently at the screen. "This is live?" 

Denki nodded in earnest.

On the screen, Y/N and Inasa were locked in a heated conversation. Y/N was pointing an angry finger and yelling at Inasa as he desperately tried to calm her down. He kept glancing back and forth, seemingly worried about being seen. 

"Damn, she's really railing into him," Sero cackled. "Good for her."

Bakugou's heart raced as he watched Y/N on the screen. This was wrong. He should be there with her-- it felt so wrong to just watch. "Why can't we hear them?" He snapped.

"I'm sure he's zoomed in from a distance. Doesn't wanna get caught," Denki sighed. "His videos are usually pretty quiet."

"Hold on, it's getting serious," Kirishima muttered.

The four of them watched through Denki's phone as wind startled to swirl around Y/N and Inasa. It looked to be coming from Y/N. Her hair was whipping around her and a small torrent of wind was starting to create a tornado around the two of them. The cameraman had to brace himself a bit and passerby's were beginning to stare. 

"Jesus," Sero breathed. "This isn't good."

Bakugou's blood started pumping. What was this? Anger? No, it wasn't anger. It was worry. What if she gets hurt? 

"Oh my god," Kirishima gasped. On the screen, Inasa lunged forward and grabbed Y/N by the throat before wrapping his other arm around her, trapping her, and launching the both of them into the sky with his quirk.

The four of them stared at the phone in complete shock and panic for a few seconds before Bakugou snapped.  

His exhaustion was gone in an instant-- it was now replaced with pure unbridled rage. He walked to the front door with sparks shooting out of his fingertips and a dangerously dark look in his eye. 

"Shit-- Kat, where are you going?" Kirishima demanded. "That's all the way across town."

After Bakugou threw open the door he turned to Eijirou with an expression of unrelenting anger. Chills ran up their spines at the sight. Kirishima had only seem Bakugou this angry on a few occasions and it never failed to strike the fear of God into him.

"I'm going to kill Inasa," Katsuki seethed before slamming the door as he exited.

"Oh my god. Oh my god, it's happening. We gotta go after them or he's actually going to commit murder," Kirishima muttered, grabbing Denki and Sero as they scrambled to find their shoes and gear.

"You're not serious," Denki said, his voice laced with worry.

Kirishima gave him a dangerous look. "Does it look like I'm joking? I know him. He's not fucking around. We need to go now." 

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Word was getting around fast-- not just in 3-A, but in the news.

The footage from Kaminari's influencer spread across the internet and public consciousness like wildfire. Bakugou hadn't even had the patience to wait for an Uber; he'd launched himself straight into the sky, flying through the air like a red hot meteor as his friends tried desperately to keep up. Sero was the only one able to, shooting tape from his arms to fling himself after Bakugou.

The sun was starting to set. If Bakugou hadn't been lit up by his explosions, Sero would've been left in the dust unable to follow. "BAKUGOU! SLOW DOWN!" Sero roared. "WE CAN'T HELP YOU IF--"

"I DON'T NEED YOUR DAMN HELP!" Katsuki yelled without turning back. 

Sero lost his patience. He shot a long stream of tape at Bakugou as he swung, wrapping his ankle and yanked him on top of the nearest building with him. Bakugou stuck the landing with a grunt and turned to face Hanta with a snarl.

"I'll fucking kill you--" He seethed, but Sero interrupted him with another strip of tape darting out to restrain him. Bakugou struggled but was unable to fight his way out.

"You need to cool it, man," Sero demanded. "At this point when Y/N restrains him they'll be able to press charges, but if you get involved then it'll get messy." He took another step towards Bakugou. "If you don't get your shit together then Y/N will actually be in trouble."

"She is in trouble, fuckhead!" Bakugou spat. "I need to get to her--"

"I'm sure all the resources in Tokyo are already on their way," Sero interrupted. "What Inasa did was assault. But I need to make sure that you don't lose your cool and get arrested for assault too."

"Assault is just the beginning of what I..." He trailed off, but the look on Sero's face made him stop and turn away. "Fine. Whatever. But you need to hurry the fuck up."

"There we go," Sero said. "Now let's go make sure Y/N fucked him up."

Bakugou scoffed as Hanta unwrapped him, but the second the tape was off he launched straight back into the sky-- this time, not too fast that Sero couldn't keep up.

~~~

When the two of them finally made it to the site where the altercation happened, it was already chaos. 

A crowd had gathered from where Inasa and Y/N had whipped into the sky. Police officers had shown up, but not many-- enough to calm the passerby's and keep them under control. 

Bakugou pushed through the crowd to one of the officers. "WHERE IS SHE?" He roared, his voice booming enough that the man took a step back.

"Who? Listen, sir, I'm gonna need you to take a step back--"

"SHE'S MY GIRLFRIEND!" Bakugou roared as sparks shot from his palms. "Tell me what you know. NOW."

Katsuki felt a tug on his sleeve and he whipped around to see a woman with a small bandage wrapped around her wrist accompanied by an EMT. "Excuse me, you said you're with Whirlwind?" She asked timidly. "I was there for the fight."

"Can you tell us what you saw?" Sero asked calmly.

"He grabbed her think, and then they flew up there," The woman said, pointing up towards the building closest to them. "He pushed her through that window, but I couldn't see much after that through the falling glass..."

Before she could finish her story, Bakugou ignited his palms and pushed himself into the air again, this time careening towards the broken window. Sero thanked the woman before following his friend into the wreckage.

It was easily 10 stories up; one of the tallest buildings in the city. Hanta was able to swing inside and land on his feet, the glass crunching underneath him. Bakugou was crouched on the floor.

"Find anything?" He panted. When he saw what Bakugou was looking at he took a step back in shock. "Oh, shit."

Among the broken glass was blood-- a lot of it. It was staining the shards and pooling on the carpet. 

Things suddenly went from a streetfight to something much, much worse.

"Where the hell are they?" Sero breathed. He took a few steps forward to investigate further, scoping the room. The blood didn't seem to lead anywhere. It was concentrated near the window along with the broken glass, but the rest of the room seem perfectly untouched. It was a regular office building. Where were Inasa and Y/N?

Bakugou climbed to his feet with his jaw clenched and hands shaking. His head pounded with unrelenting rage; but the rage was easier to manage than the sickening feeling of helplessness. He stared at the blood on the ground and watched the ground sway a bit under his feet. He was dizzy with guilt and anger. 

A hand on his shoulder pulled him back to the present. "We're gonna find her," Sero said. "Y/N is a force to be reckoned with. There's no way she--"

"Shut up!" Bakugou snapped. "You don't know that. You don't fucking know if she's okay."

Sero grit his teeth in frustration. "Bakugou, it's going to be--"

Katsuki pushed Hanta's hand off of him and stormed over to the window before launching himself out of it. Sero closed his eyes and sighed in frustration.

Part of him agreed with Bakugou. They really didn't know enough about the situation to guarantee Y/N's safety-- they didn't even know where she was. If she actually was okay, she would've reached out by now. 

The fact that she hadn't was not a good sign.

Something wasn't adding up. The entire situation was jumbled and confusing, but it all boiled down to one question: Where did they disappear to?

~~~

"You aren't doing shit!" Bakugou roared. "Why aren't you trying to find her? Why aren't you--"

Kirishima grabbed his arm and pulled him away, rescuing the poor detective that Bakugou had been berating. "Kat, get it together. We're going to find her."

"There's gotta be some fucker with some kind of tracking quirk. Or CCTV footage from a nearby camera or fucking something. We're just sitting here on our asses," Bakugou hissed. 

It was an hour later now and they had followed the officers back to the precinct. It had been a frustrating engagement; Because they were following the proper legal guidelines, Bakugou and his friends had been left in the dark for most of what was happening. 

"They know as much as we do," Sero said. "Listen, the rest of the gang is on their way. We can see if any of them have any info."

Bakugou growled in frustration and raked his fingers through his hair. He was going crazy with frustration. Why was nobody listening?

Then his phone rang.

He yanked it out of his pocket. Tinkerbell. 

He hit the green answer button and pushed his phone to his ear. "Where are you? Are you okay?" The cracking in his voice made Sero and Kirishima glance at each other in worry.

"Kat, they're taking us on a plane--" Static. "--America, it's not--" Static. "--wind quirks--" Static.

"Fuck, Y/N, you're cutting out," Bakugou breathed. "You're on a plane to America? Who took you?"

"--wind quirks--" Static. "--not Inasa--" Static. "--tried to fix--" Static. "--phasing quirk to take us, but it's--" Static. "--RHODE ISLAND. RHODE ISLAND--" Static. 

The line went dead.

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nasa.

"You..." Y/N breathed. "YOU!" 

Inasa watched on in terror as Y/N's breathing increased and her face contorted into blinding rage. "Listen, I get it, but now is not the time, okay? God, I've been looking for you everywhere,"  He breathed.

"Shut up. Shut the fuck up," Y/N interrupted. "You've got a lot of balls showing your face to me after the shit you pulled, you know that?" She took a step towards him and he stepped back.

"I know, I know! Will you just listen? This isn't about that. If you don't--"

"Why'd you do it, huh? Were you pissed I rejected you? Needed some attention? Listen here, fucktwat, if you don't fix this shit in the next day, I will personally tear you to fucking shreds." She was jabbing her finger towards him now, the anger almost palpable in the air.

"SHUT UP AND LISTEN!" Inasa cried. "This isn't about some dumb scandal, you don't understand. I'm trying to--"

Y/N cut him off by putting two fingers in her mouth and letting out an ear-piercing whistle. "HEY! FOR ANY PAPPARAZI PERVING AROUND RIGHT NOW, WE ARE NOT DATING! WE ARE NOT TOGETHER!"

"Stop it! Now! You're going to get us both--"

"HE IS NOT MY BOYFRIEND!"

In a flash, Inasa grabbed Y/N's throat with one hand and her torso with the other, using his quirk to fly them into the air and onto a nearby skyscraper, setting her down. "You need to listen! They're after you. They're after both of us," Inasa snapped. "We have to get out of here--"

Y/N wasn't listening. In her raging fury she grabbed him by her jacket collar and launched them off the top before spinning him around and pushing him through the window. The sound of the glass shattering at his back was deafening as he slammed into the carpet of the top floor. 

This time, she didn't yell. Inasa's eyes widened at her on top of him, her boot pinning him down by his chest. "If you lay your hands on me again, you won't take another breath. Got that, airhead?"

"I had to get you to shut up!" He croaked. "They are going to hurt us, do you understand? We are in deep shit. If you don't listen to me you're going to get us both killed."

"By who?"

"BY MY FAMILY!"

Y/N paused and lifted her foot from his chest. "...What?"

"Once we get the hell out of here then I can explain, okay? But I'm on your side. I'm not trying to get in your pants, or whatever you think this is. I need you to listen."

Y/N took a step back, giving Inasa the opportunity to climb to his feet. "You better start making some sense. I'm losing patience."

He rubbed the back of his head and scowled as he stood up. "The broken window was unnecessary," He mumbled.

"You're not even bleeding. Grow up. Oh, and for the record, don't touch any woman like that ever again. Period."

Before Inasa was able to urge them to leave, the room started ringing. It was a high pitched noise that made both of them cry out and hunch over with their hands clamped over their ears. When Y/N looked up room was shrouded in darkness-- not even Inasa could be seen through the black.

The sound started causing her head to ache and the volume was only increasing. She squeezed her eyes shut in pain and mentally begged whatever was happening to end.

Something cold grabbed her by her hair before a white hot pain spilled from her forehead.

Everything faded into nothingness.

~~~

God, it hurt. It hurt like a motherfucker. She could feel it before she even woke up.

"Ah, here she comes! Wakey wakey, beautiful!"

The volume of the voice was too much. Y/N winced and blinked her eyes open. "Jesus fuck. Fucking ow." She waited to allow herself to get used to the lights.

"You've got a bit of a sailor's mouth, don't you?" It was the same voice-- this time, laughing a bit. A woman.

Once Y/N's vision was stable she examined her surroundings. Was she... lying down? Yes, in the bed of what looked like a 5-star resort suite. It was unfairly comfortable for the shitty situation she was in.

There was a woman sitting down on the bed next to her. She had an unsettling smile. The way she looked at Y/N was... off-putting, to say the least.

"Where the hell am I? Why does my head feel like it's..." Y/N trailed off. She raised her arm and let her fingers dance over her forehead. She was bandaged. "It was all black. What the hell happened?"

"I'm so sorry about that unpleasantness. Inasa can be so difficult sometimes... and my husband wanted to ensure that we got you here. He goes a bit overboard with his quirk."

"His quirk?"

"He can phase, y'see. Kind of like teleporting. That's how we brought you here," The woman said with a smile, turning and gesturing to the fancy room. "Isn't it nice? It's a family favorite."

Y/N was losing her composure. "Who are you? Who fucked with my head?"

"I'm Inasa's aunt," The woman said. "And I'm sorry about the injury; sometimes the phasing, when done too quickly, can be a bit... messy. Your body seemed to have had more difficulty than most." She leaned down and caressed Y/N's bandaged forehead with a sad expression. "It should heal up in no time, though. Are you hungry?"

Y/N pushed the woman's hand away. "No. I wanna go home. You aren't answering my questions. Where am I?"

The woman sighed and sat back. "It doesn't really matter where we are, dear. We aren't going to be here much longer."

Y/N glared. "I'm not going anywhere. I wanna go home."

"You will, in due time. There's some things we need to go over first. I'm sure Inasa has told you some filthy rumors about us..." She stood up and made her way over to the dresser, fiddling with a box of jewelry. "It seems stubbornness comes with that wonderful quirk of yours, doesn't it? Hopefully that doesn't pass on..."

Y/N sat up, ignoring the throbbing of her head. "Am I being kidnapped or some shit? Seriously, what the fuck is going on?"

The woman slammed the jewelry box shut. "Language, Y/N."

Y/N climbed to her feet as the world spun around her. God, her head hurt. Without saying anything she hobbled over to the door and jingled the handle. Locked. She cursed under her breath before sighing and turning around to face the woman. "What do you want?"

"Cooperation. Just for a little bit, and then you'll do it willingly, I promise."

Y/N grit her teeth. "Where are we going?"

"Rhode Island," The woman said. "Our flight leaves tonight, actually. I suggest you get some rest before we leave."

"Is this... is this about that quirk marriage shit?"

This time the woman stopped. Her composed aura faded for a moment before she smiled again. 

"It's more complicated than that, dear. You don't know the power you hold."

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"Is this... is this about that quirk marriage shit?"

This time the woman stopped. Her composed aura faded for a moment before she smiled again.

"It's more complicated than that, dear. You don't know the power you hold."

"Why the hell do you only talk in riddles? Would it kill you to make sense? It was literally a yes or no question, it's not that fucking hard."

The woman's brow twitched. It seemed she was losing her patience with Y/N.

Y/N didn't give a rat's ass.

"I'm leaving," Y/N deadpanned. She raised her hand before thrusting it towards the door, planning to send a gust of wind to break it down; but nothing happened.

She looked down at her hand, confused, trying it again. Nothing.

"Trying to use your quirk? That isn't going to work for a bit."

Y/N huffed and slammed her heel into the door, attempting to kick it down. Instead it only made her foot throb and the woman behind her sigh.

The panic from no longer having her quirk, again, was beginning to set in. What did they do to her? This can't be happening. Not again. 

She used her fists now, banging relentlessly. "LET ME OUT! FUCKING LET ME OUT!" She was met with a loud thump from the other side of the door that shocked her backwards.

"Are you finished?" The woman said, annoyed. "We aren't finished talking."

Y/N turned back with a snarl. "Why me?"

The woman gestured to the bed again, motioning for her to sit. Y/N didn't listen and the woman sighed. She pulled out a chair from the nearby table and sat so formally it made Y/N gag.

"You have the same quirk as the family," Inasa's aunt said matter-of-factly. "You were an obvious pick for Inasa."

"You can't make me do shit, you know. How are you planning on going through with this?"

"You may want to hear us out before you put up a fight."

Y/N clenched her fists. The blood rush from assaulting the door was making her head throb and her vision blur slightly, but she pushed through with her anger. "What, are you gonna kill me if I don't comply? Do it."

"Don't be so dramatic, we aren't going to kill you." The woman rolled her eyes.

"Why do you want us to get married? What is there to gain? Is this some Harry Potter pureblood shit?"

The woman squinted in confusion before shaking her head. "I told you before, Y/N, you're more powerful than you think." She stood up and walked over to the window, peering out of it dramatically. Y/N rolled her eyes at the woman's performance.

"What, you want me in the family, so you kidnap me?" Y/N snapped.

"It isn't you we want. We want your children– specifically your children with Inasa."

"Ugh. Barf."

The woman spun around in frustration. "Do you even know how powerful your offspring would be with two parents with fully-fledged wind quirks? They–"

"Did you just unironically use the word offspring? Jesus, you people are crazy."

"My God, do you ever shut up?"

"Not when I'm kidnapped by someone who wants to pull a Rumpelstiltskin on me."

The woman stared at Y/N dumbfounded. She was beginning to shake with anger and it was starting to become funny.

"Does Inasa even want to marry me or are you guys just trying to rub your crazy off on him?"

It seemed Y/N hit a sensitive spot, because the woman flinched.

"He doesn't want it either, does he?" Y/N snickered. "Good fucking luck then."

Inasa's aunt apparently had enough. With a wave of her hand she sent Y/N flying into the wall with a crash, the glass picture frame behind her shattering. She fell the floor with a grunt, clutching her head in desperation. The aching was becoming excruciating and her ears were starting to ring.

Y/N had never seen a wind quirk used that... effortlessly. That powerfully.

When she looked up, the woman was down on one knee in front of her. She grabbed Y/N's chin and forced her to look into her eyes. A chill ran down Y/N's spine. She had unleashed a different side of the woman before her.

"You think you're cute, but this isn't going to be fun for much longer," The woman hissed. "This isn't a matter of your strength, dear. You ever heard of blackmail? We don't go after you, we go after your parents. Your friends. Your loved ones. If that smart mouth of yours doesn't shut soon then this will become painful for the people around you."

Y/N only stared at her with disgust and hatred. Her neck hurt from the grip the woman had.

"You've grown quite fond of that boy of yours. What's his name... Katsuki? And those parents of his are awfully sweet, aren't they? I wonder if his parents-- or your parents-- would be able to defend themselves against a league of wind heroes."

"Heroes?" Y/N croaked. "You threaten civilians and call yourself a fucking hero?" She could barely get the words out through the woman's grasp. "You're disgusting."

"If you don't join us willingly, dear, then we persuade you through other means. I suggest shutting up and listening if you don't want those friends of yours getting hurt."

Y/N spat on the Inasa's aunt's cheek.

The woman slammed Y/N's head against the wall before standing up, brushing her dress off, and walking towards the door. "We're leaving in a few hours. Get some rest; it'll be a long flight."

Y/N watched in desperation as the woman opened the door and tried to climb to her feet to go after her, but the state of her head was making it difficult to move. She heard the door shut behind the woman and she collapsed on the floor with a cry.

Her head sent wave after wave of splitting pain through her body, threatening to steal consciousness from her, but she pushed through. According to the woman, she had a few hours– that meant time to make a plan.

Y/N hobbled to her feet with a groan and leaned against the wall for support. There was a dent in the wall from being smashed against it; the reminder only sent a new rush of pain down her spine. She fought back nausea from the force of it.

Okay. Learn what you can, Y/N. Where are you? She thought.

The room itself offered little information. It was a hotel suite, that much was clear– but it seemed Y/N had been the only occupant. The only evidence that the woman had even been in there was the jewelry box.

Y/N approached the dressed and lifted the box lid. It was definitely expensive looking. Apparently Inasa's family was well off if they could afford a room like this and golden apparel– and there was someone stationed outside the door meaning they 1.) could either pay off the hotel to ignore Y/N's screams for help or 2.) owned the damn hotel. Neither option was good.

There was a TV at the front of the room. Y/N used the remote to turn it on and flipped to a news channel. To her shock and relief, she recognized the scene. It was someone reporting on her and Inasa. The headline read Lover's Quarrel.

Y/N groaned. Apparently the media in Japan wasn't much better than that in America.

She scanned the crowd on screen for familiar faces but saw none and felt her heart drop. It would be okay– surely her friends would hear the news, right? Someone on the outside could help her get out?

Maybe she could get out on her own.

Y/N dashed to the window, ignoring the pain in her shoulder and head, and examined the window. She tried to open it but it was locked from the outside– not to mention the bars on the other side. "FUCK!" Y/N slammed her fists on the glass in frustration.

Okay, keep going. What else? Can you contact anyone?

Y/N patted her pockets desperately, then realized that she wasn't in her clothes anymore. She was in disgusting gray scrubs. The knowledge that someone had changed her clothes while she was knocked out made her skin crawl and her temper rise.

She shook her head. "Focus. Get revenge later."

Okay, so they took her phone. But hotels usually had...

Bingo. On the nightstand next to the bed was a hotel phone, an array of buttons with different services on the side. Y/N limped over to it and lifted it to her ear.

There wasn't an option for outgoing calls– only calls inside of the hotel. Fuck. What were her options?

Room service request, cleaning service request, electrician request, front desk–

Front desk.

Y/N jammed the button and closed her eyes, her heart and head pounding with anticipation at the sound of the ringing phone. If Inasa's family didn't own the hotel, she could call for help... but if they did own it and she called out for help, her chance would be ruined.

She had to play it cool. What was Inasa's last name? Was it the same as his aunt's? Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

The phone finished ringing and a sweet voice greeted her. "Front desk, how may I help you?"

"Hello, this is Mrs...." Y/N squeezed her eyes shut in desperation before a lightbulb lit up in her head. "Yoarashi. Mrs. Yoarashi. I need to make an outgoing call." She did everything she could to mimic the voice of the woman she'd met earlier.

Was this going to work? It was a shitty plan to say the least, but if she played her cards right...

"Absolutely, miss. Who can I patch you to?"

Y/N almost cried in relief. Should she say the police? That would be too suspicious if they owned the hotel. It would raise a red flag. Her parents? They couldn't help, they were back in America.

Bakugou. She repeated Bakugou's phone number to the woman.

"Alright miss, I'll patch you through."

The phone started ringing and tears started welling in her eyes. Please, God, let this work.

She had to be fast and give the important information. She didn't know how much time she had. Please, Kat, pick up. I'm begging you.

"Where are you? Are you okay?"

Y/N sobbed in relief. "Kat, they're taking us on a plane to America! It isn't Inasa's fault, he's got a family with wind quirks and they're fucking crazy, they're trying to get us to–"

"Fuck, Y/N, you're cutting out. You're on a plane to America? Who took you?"

She cried out in frustration. "The Yoarashi's, they all have wind quirks! They're all in on it, but not Inasa– he tried to fix the situation but it just got worse. His uncle used this phasing quirk to take us, but it fucked with my head–"

She was panicking and rambling. She wasn't making sense.

"Kat, they're taking us to Rhode Island! Rhode Island! We're in a hotel room with–"

The line beeped one continuous note.

"KAT! Kat, can you hear me?"

No response. The line was dead.

Y/N screamed in frustration and threw the phone against the wall before slumping onto the floor in defeat. They must've found out she was calling and cut off the call.

Her defeat was interrupted with a bang on the door. A tall man came in who looked eerily similar to Inasa.

"You're nothing but trouble, aren't you Whirlwind?"

Y/N grit her teeth and flipped him off, her vision blurring and her head aching. "Suck my dick."

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"Who did you call?"

"Suck my dick."

"What did you tell them?"

"Suck my dick."

"What did you tell them?" 

"Suck my dick and die."

It had been a day since the Inasa lookalike had taken her to the plane using that god awful phasing quirk of his. This time, luckily, it didn't injure her-- but it was still disorientating and made her nauseous (though the nausea could've been from the concussion).

He had strapped her in one of the chairs in first class. The straps were frustratingly sturdy and no matter how much Y/N fidgeted and swore they wouldn't budge. She'd yelled and screamed to no avail; it seemed no one was coming.

The interrogation had just started.

"You do realize we are fully capable of hurting you, right?" The man said. He was wearing a suitcoat and slacks, appearing very much like an asshole real estate agent. Y/N wanted to kick him in his stuck-up face.

"Do it, asshat."

The man backhanded her. The sting was grounding and she tasted a bit of blood from where her tooth had cut the inside of her cheek.

"You hit like a bitch."

Another blow-- this time a punch to the nose. Okay, that one hurt. Her eyes watered instinctively and she groaned. Warm blood trickled from her throbbing face.

"You think punching me is gonna make me wanna fuck Inasa? You guys are mental."

The man growled a bit under his breath. Before pulling out his phone and dialing a number. Y/N watched through hooded eyes as he held the ringing phone to his ear and stared at her.

"Bring him in. I think he can get her to talk," He said.

Y/N rolled her eyes. "I hope he's better at punching than you."

The man scoffed. "No punching this time. Just talking." He slid open the door to the next plane compartment and Inasa was shoved into the room.

He was just as bruised and bloody as she was.

~~~

"Has he slept?" Denki mumbled.

"Not a wink," Jirou sighed. "He just... stares at that stupid radar. He looks like shit."

Their group of friends watched from the corner of the communications room. It had been a full day since Y/N's phone call. After filling in the police and calling several agencies, a team had been assigned to Y/N's recovery. 

They'd been able to secure a flight on one of Endeavor's jets thanks to Todoroki and had arrived at a precinct in Providence, one of the biggest cities in Rhode Island and the perfect middle-way between every airport. For a lot of them it was the first time they'd practiced their English, though Kaminari had never paid attention in class and ended up using google translate for his conversations.

They'd slept at the precinct in preparation for the next day, when Y/N would likely be arriving by plane. Bakugou and Aizawa stayed in the communications room with one of the engineers, scanning the radar for any incoming planes. 

Through the window of the closed door they could see Bakugou hunched over the desk staring up at the monitor. He hadn't looked away for hours, leaning into a worried depression that none of his friends had ever seen from him before.

"I think you should take this," Sero whispered softly to Kirishima. "He'll listen to you."

Eijirou nodded, standing up from his spot on the floor next to his boys and making his way to the door. He knocked gently before entering, rubbing the sleep from his eyes a bit. 

Aizawa was standing in the corner of the room watching the screens almost as intently as Bakugou. It was a surprise to Kirishima.

"Sir, with all due respect... why are you here?"

Aizawa paused before speaking, mulling over his words. "I was responsible for Y/N. She was supposed to be under my supervision at UA." Eijirou looked at his teacher sadly, not knowing what to say. Fortunately Aizawa broke the silence and walked over to Kirishima to put a hand on his shoulder, speaking quietly enough that Katsuki couldn't hear him. "Talk to him, please. He won't listen to me." With that, he exited the room to leave Kirishima and Bakugou alone together.

Eijirou turned to his best friend who still hadn't looked away from the screen. He took a deep breath and stepped up to him. "Hey, Bakubro."

Bakugou didn't respond, staring at the radar through the dark circles of his eyes. His sweatshirt engulfed him like a cocoon. Jirou was right-- he did look like shit.

"Kat," Kirishima said softly. He reached his hand out and put it on his best friend's shoulder. "You need to eat. Or sleep. You need to take care of yourself."

"Not hungry." Bakugou's voice was raspy with sleepiness.

"I know, but you need to anyway. You need to leave this room."

"I'm fine, Ei."

"No, you're not." Kirishima bent down onto his knees so that he was closer to Bakugou. "Why are you doing this?"

"We have to be ready," Katsuki grunted. "We don't know when the damn plane is coming."

"And that's why you need to take care of yourself, you need to--"

"I said I'm fucking fine, Shitty Hair!" Bakugou snapped. "Leave me alone!"

"No," Kirishima said. "I won't. I never will. Look at me Kat."

Bakugou ignored him. "Fuck off."

"Look at me," Kirishima demanded, this time grabbing both of Katsuki's arms and turning him to face him.

"Stop it, Ei! I need to watch! I need to--"

Kirishima cut him off with a hug, pulling Katsuki's face into his chest for the embrace. Bakugou thrashed at first, annoyed, but after a few seconds he stopped. His hands lifted up and gripped the back of Kirishima's sweatshirt.

"Ei..."

"I know."

"I can't help her. I fucking hate this."

"I know."

After a moment of Bakugou's heavy breathing he pulled away. His eyes were puffy and red-- had he been crying? As quick as Kirishima had seen it, Bakugou wiped his eyes removing any evidence.

"Go and eat."

"What if I leave and her plane gets here?"

"Then we'll go and get her. I'll watch the radar for you while you get some shut-eye, okay?"

Bakugou sat and thought on what Kirishima said for a moment, then climbed to his feet with hesitation in his step. "You'll tell me if you see something, right?"

"Absolutely."

Bakugou bit his lip. He didn't want to leave this in someone else's hands, but if it was Kirishima... it might be okay.

"Oh, and Kat? Go shower."

Bakugou rolled his eyes but a hint of a smile crept onto his face. When he opened the door, Sero and Kaminari had prepared him a plate of food. His eyes widened in surprise.

"Gotta be ready to go save your girl, right?"

Bakugou shook his head and chuckled. "Whatever, idiots."

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Y/N rolled her eyes. "I hope he's better at punching than you."

The man scoffed. "No punching this time. Just talking." He slid open the door to the next plane compartment and Inasa was shoved into the room.

He was just as bruised and bloody as she was.

"Um... okay?" Y/N deadpanned. "And?"

After shoving Inasa into the plane seat across from her, he spoke. "I'll leave you two to talk. Inasa, fill her in, would you?" The man said nonchalantly before exiting and closing the panel behind him.

"I get the feeling this is your fault," Y/N grumbled. "Got any ideas for getting out of here?"

Inasa shook his head. "We're not getting out of here. Not until the plane lands at least."

"Why not? We both have fucking wind quirks, we could--"

"If you haven't noticed, our quirks aren't working," Inasa interrupted. "They have some kind of... device that limits quirks."

Y/N frowned. "What the hell? What kind of black market shit is your family into?"

"If you haven't caught on, they're fucking crazy."

Y/N groaned and slumped over in her plane seat before taking a deep breath. "Fuck. Okay. I called..." She paused, not knowing if Inasa's family was listening in. "Someone trustworthy. They know where we're going."

Inasa propped himself up against the wall, his hands and feet still tied uncomfortably. "That was probably a dumb move."

"You're kidding, right? Why?"

"My family is..." He fidgeted with his wrist bindings. "Not afraid of playing dirty. Do they know who you called?"

"No. That guy was trying to beat it out of me but he hits like a sissy."

Inasa's expression darkened. "That's my dad. He's a... he's a monster." He seemed to get caught up in his thoughts before continuing. "On the bright side, it looks like you don't have to worry about the safety of whoever you called."

Y/N scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Even if they did know, the person I called will be just fine. He's gonna tear these fuckers to shreds... shit. Probably shouldn't have said the pronouns. Whatever, they can listen if they want."

"Stop it. You really don't want them knowing who it is."

"Or what?"

Inasa gritted his teeth. "Can't you just trust me on this?"

Y/N stomped her foot on the ground. "I have had it up to HERE with all this 'trust me' and 'it's complicated' shit you guys keep saying. I have been held against my will for two days. I'm tired, I'm hungry, my head hurts, just tell me what the fuck is going on and stop talking like we're in fucking Game of Thrones!"

"Jesus, fine! Ask your questions!" Inasa yelled.

"Where are we going?"

"Rhode Island. My family owns another hotel there for American business."

"What business?"

Inasa sighed. "It's... I don't know. They don't talk about it. They're pretty wealthy though, and my guess is it's probably something illegal."

Y/N bit her lip and thought for a moment. "Okay. Why do they want us to have a kid so bad?"

He was clearly uncomfortable with the question, trying to squirm a bit on the floor but struggling to due to the restraints. "The short answer is that... I guess when two people of the same quirk have a child, that child has like... both of their power added together."

"And? What the hell do they have to gain from that?"

"Fame maybe, for the family name or something? Reputation and all that? Or, more realistically... a soldier of some kind."

"So they want us to have a kid so they can take it away?" Y/N snapped. "I was right. They totally want to pull a Rumpelstiltskin."

Inasa frowned. "I don't know what that is."

"Nevermind. German fairytale thing, not important. I have more questions still," She said. "How do they plan on making us do that? Do they really think we're just gonna give in?"

A pause. He didn't say anything and it made Y/N's heart start pounding. Why wasn't he agreeing?

"Inasa. Hey. You're not seriously planning on going along with this, are you?"

"It's... not an easy thing, Y/N." He was visibly uncomfortable and the more she spoke the more he refused to look at her.

She was starting to get mad. "Dude, I'm sorry, but I do not wanna marry you. Ever. Let alone have a fucking baby--"

"I don't want it either!" Inasa cried. "But... but you don't know what they're like. We might want to... just consider..."

"Absolutely the fuck not."

"If you keep saying no, they'll... go more drastic than just a punch to the nose. It turns into some gross shit. Really morbid, gross shit."

Y/N glared at him. "Like what?"

"Like stealing your fucking ovaries."

"WHAT?!" Y/N shrieked. Her breathing picked up and the room started to sway again. Surely she'd heard him wrong.

"They technically just need your DNA in order to get what they want. It wouldn't be the first time they've done something like that. They..." He rested his head against his seat. "They killed my mom. She didn't go along with my dad's family, and... yeah. They killed my mom, Y/N."

Inasa watched as Y/N started panting. Panic was beginning to set in. "Oh my god. Oh my god, I need to get out of here..." Her struggling increased against the restrains, shaking the chair she was in. "Fuck! Can you break out? We need to find something sharp--"

The door slid open again, and this time on the other side was Inasa's aunt. Y/N's gut twisted at the sight, repulsed. She looked at Y/N with a slight smile. "Hello again, dear. Feeling a bit better now?"

The realization of the situation started sinking deep into her stomach. These people are dangerous. How stupid was it that in that moment all she wanted was someone's help? Why wasn't anyone barging in to save the day? A deep loneliness began making her fingers feel numb.  

She thought of pat on the back from Kiri, a hug from Mina and Uraraka, a kiss from Bakugou-- things that now, she wasn't sure she'd ever experience again.

As much as she didn't want it to happen, tears started welling in her eyes and she bit down hard to hold back a sob. 

"Ah, it looks like she's doing much better now. Thank you, Inasa. Things will run much more smoothly now."

Inasa looked at his aunt with an unimaginable hatred.

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"That's the only plane coming straight from Japan," Aizawa said, pointing to the small blip on the radar. "That's her."

"Are you positive, sir? We don't want to arrange for an ambush if--"

"That's the one. Get everyone ready." He wrapped the ends of his scarf around his hands and left the room before the communications officer had the chance to speak again.

Aizawa knew that plane. It belonged to the Yoarashi's.

~~~

"We want to help!" Kirishima demanded. "She's our friend, we can't just... stand around and wait!"

"You can and you will. I will not have any more of my students put in harms way," Aizawa demanded.

Bakugou seethed, a terrifying glare directed at his teacher. "You can't fucking stop me."

Aizawa turned to him with a look that was equally as menacing. "Bakugou, you will stay here. The plan is in place and you will not interfere unless you want your license taken away."

Bakugou snorted before storming towards the door, but Aizawa's scarf zipped towards him and wrapped around his body, keeping him in place. Bakugou tried to lift his hands to use his quirk but Aizawa's eyes glowed red and his hair swirled above his head.

The blonde yelled in anger and thrashed in the restraints. "Let me go, asshole! I'm coming with!"

"We all are," Kirishima said, stepping forward. "We're adults now with our own hero licenses. We have every right to go after our friend."

Aizawa paused and turned to look at his students. Every one of them had looks of determination-- this was a fight he wasn't going to win. If he said no, they would go against his orders just like they'd done dozens of times before; They had already gone against his wishes in flying to Rhode Island with him.

The scarf released Bakugou and wrapped around Aizawa's neck again as he sighed. They never made it easy for him.

"You will follow the plan. Any deviation will be met with severe consequences. Is that clear?"

"Yes sir!" The students yelled in unison.

Bakugou just stared at his teacher, not saying anything. His fists dangled at his sides. Aizawa peered over his shoulder and made eye contact with him. "Bakugou, I need your word."

Katsuki didn't move. The hesitation was apparent to everybody. What if the plan didn't work?

He said what Aizawa wanted to hear. "I'll follow the plan."

Unless something goes wrong.

~~~

After Inasa had "convinced" Y/N not to fight, they had separated the two of them. Y/N was no longer in restraints. There was no point for them, really-- She couldn't take all of the Yoarashi's men in hand-to-hand, and even if she tried, she would just be restrained again. Escaping wasn't an option either. Without her quirk, she would plummet out of the plane to her death.

She sat in a window seat, her legs up on the arm rest as she watched out the glass, her head feeling rather numb. The crying had only made her headache worse-- well, everything made it worse. Every blink sent a shot of pain to her head and no matter how she moved it made her feel sick. Her cheeks were sticky with tears and blood.

Inasa's aunt (whos name was Clara, she'd learned) sat in the isle across from her, prattling on about how wonderful Rhode Island was going to be as she did her makeup.

"We've got some lovely property there. You and Inasa will live there for free, of course-- and you can use our family name to get pretty much any job you'd like. The staff at the home is amazing as well..."

Y/N wasn't listening. She didn't have the energy for it. The pain from her head was reaching irregular heights and the possibilities of what it meant were getting worrisome.

"We aren't crazy, you know."

Y/N scoffed before turning to Clara. "I didn't know you made jokes."

"You can backtalk all you'd like, but that doesn't change the fact that this is a very normal occurrence."

"Kidnapping women?"

"Quirk marriages," Clara corrected with an annoyed look. "Quirk marriages are on the rise again."

"Consensual or nonconsensual ones?" Y/N deadpanned. "Cause I'm pretty sure this shit is definitely illegal."

"In America all that's necessary is written consent from both parties, which we will have. We have an appointment at the courthouse when we arrive where you and Inasa will sign."

Yeah, not happening, Y/N thought to herself. But at this point is was easier to pretend she was onboard and make her escape later.

She'd already formulated several plans in her head, but none of them would be executable until they were on solid ground. The anticipation was making her hands shake but she rehearsed the most plausible ones so many times that she knew them by heart.

For now, it was time to play the part. This woman seemed to be falling for it, to Y/N's luck-- even though Y/N was a pretty shit actor.

"So... what kind of abilities will our children have?" Y/N said. She had to hold back a gag as the words left her lips. "You mentioned something about... excess power."

Clara closed her lipstick and dropped it into her purse before pulling out a brush to run through her hair. "It's quite simple, really. Think of the power that you and Inasa have at your highest potentials. You, for example, have been able to create tornados-- large scale with a big distance. Inasa's quirk is better with smaller, stronger wind. Your children will have both of those abilities as well as combined power."

The hair on the back of Y/N's neck stood up at the thought. It was disgusting, of course, and the image of someone with that much raw power in the hands of the Yoarashi's made her skin crawl-- but a quirk of that scale would be unstoppable. It could control weather, destroy cities, kill thousands.

She tried not to think about how Clara knew so much about her quirk.

"Do you and your husband have kids?"

The question achieved two things-- 1, learning what she was up against, and 2, faking interest in the situation. Clara fell for it yet again.

"Oh yes. My sons are waiting for us at our landing pad. You'll get to meet them soon... in fact, I believe we're landing in a minute. Put your seatbelt on, dear."

On the ground, Bakugou watched the plane begin its descent, shaking with rage and anticipation.

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"Seriously? We gotta do this shit again?"

Clara sighed as she tightened Y/N's hand restraints. "We don't want you trying anything. We both know you're not exactly compliant."

Y/N was too disoriented to argue, and she was reaching a point where her consciousness was fading. This was bad... really bad. Whatever had happened to her head was only getting worse. She suspected a concussion, but the pain seemed much too severe; what had happened to her?

The plane landing had only made the throbbing worse. I can't push through this much longer.

With her hands shaking she forced her legs to support her body as she stood up. The flight had been about 9 hours based on her guess-- it was late at night, and the place they were landing was not an airport. It was some landing pad with large buildings surrounding it. It had to belong to the Yoarashi's.

Y/N looked up in time to see two men enter the plane from the runway. They looked eerily similar to Clara in their bone structure-- handsome, but eerie smiles.

"The leading lady arrives!" One of them cheered. "Man, did you have to knock her around so much? She looks rough."

"Kaito did what was necessary. She's been a bit difficult, but I believe she's coming around," Clara said.

So Inasa's dad's name was Kaito. But... hold on... isn't that Clara's husband? She paused for a moment, trying to figure it out through the aching of her head. She remembered something that Inasa had said... something about his mother not going along with their ways. Had Kaito married his wife's sister after killing her?

Chills ran up Y/N's spine. Jesus, these people are fucking crazy. 

"I think she still looks pretty cute," The other brother said. He was shorter than his sibling, but still towered over Y/N as he approached her. "You sure Inasa gets her?" He teased, leaning down to smile at Y/N.

Y/N spat on his cheek. "Get fucked," She seethed, losing her balance a bit.

"Guess she's not coming around like you thought," He laughed. He wiped Y/N's spit from his face before turning to face his mother again. "We should get going."

"Kenji, would you carry her out? I worry she's not at her best right now," Clara requested as she packed up her purse. "Mako, go grab Inasa. He's in the next compartment."

The man who she'd spat on, Kenji, picked Y/N up bridal style as she thrashed. "Put me down, fucker! Don't touch me!"

Kenji struggled a bit but his grip on her arm was painful and she cried out. "Relax, sugar, I don't wanna hurt you. Just--"

"PUT ME DOWN!"

"Mom, do you still have that sedative? I think this might be easier if we whip that out..."

Y/N's blood ran cold and she froze. No, she had to stay conscious for this. She had to be alert in case an opportunity for escape arose. 

"Wait," She croaked.

Kenji raised an eyebrow at her. "You gonna be good?"

Y/N had to put out the angry fire that was lit in her gut. Every part of her wanted to punch Kenji in the teeth, but her life was on the line here. Play along. 

She looked away, no longer struggling in his arms.

"There we go. Not so bad, right? Let's get you to the hotel."

The edges of her vision were starting to fade a bit. I shouldn't have thrashed around. Her consciousness was running out, she knew it. Noises were starting to sound echoey and her eyes were glossing over.

"Looks like we don't even need the sedatives," She heard Kenji say with a laugh. As much as she hated it, she felt her head fall on his chest as her head only got heavier. Something was definitely wrong. She needed a hospital.

~~~

Bakugou watched Aizawa with intensity as the plane landed. 

Aizawa knew something that he wasn't telling Bakugou. He'd only informed him of the plan-- Kirishima and Bakugou were to stay back until Aizawa's scarf signaled their entrance, and their only objective was to retrieve Y/N. They were not to enter the fight.

It made Bakugou furious, but he knew this was his only opportunity for being there.

"What if she's not on there?" Bakugou muttered. "What if we're just running in fucking circles?"

Kirishima put a hand on his shoulder as they watched from their post. "Aizawa seemed sure of it. He said he knew the plane," He whispered.

Bakugou's eyes widened and he turned to his friend. "He knew the plane? What does that--"

"He wouldn't tell me anything else."

His suspicions were confirmed. Why wouldn't Aizawa tell them whos plane it was?

Kirishima and Bakugou watched as two men entered the plane. Minutes passed. It was much too long for anyone to feel comfortable with; the anticipation was making Bakugou's heart race. Where was she?

Just when he was about to lose his patience, the men exited the plane. The taller one pushed forward somebody whos hands were tied while the other carried somebody. 

"Hold on. The one they're pushing, isn't that Inasa?" Kirishima hissed. "The one being carried... is that Y/N?"

Bakugou's eyes widened. It was Y/N alright, he recognized her hair immediately. Was she unconscious? 

He felt rage growing in his chest at the sight. He wanted desperately to run to her, take her from those disgusting assholes, keep her safe--

"Bakugou, no," Kirishima said as he gripped Katsuki's wrist. Bakugou looked down and realized that sparks were lighting in his palm. He extinguished them, feeling his heart fall, and turned back to watch intently.

It was her. She was here.

He whipped around to look at Aizawa. His teacher watched the scene with an angry intensity that shocked him. 

Two others exited the plane, dressed to the nines and holding hands. They had to be the masterminds behind this... and it seemed they were a couple. Half a dozen soldiers walked out behind them.

Which of them had wind quirks? Before he could even begin to think on the question, Aizawa's scarf zipped from the shadows and wrapped around the neck of the man holding Y/N.

Go time.

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Y/N felt Kenji get yanked by Aizawa's scarf and it snapped her back into consciousness just in time for her to slam against the concrete. Ow. 

She groaned in pain but no longer felt Kenji carrying her. She rolled over and surveyed the scene, watching as Aizawa threw Kenji all the way across the runway and slammed him into a nearby building.

Aizawa! Aizawa was here!

Relief flooded through Y/N's veins and she tried to push herself up through the pain. She had to get away. She had to get to him and away from these lunatics. 

With a grunt she stumbled to her feet and forced her legs to fall into a sprint as she dashed towards her teacher. I'm saved. I'm gonna get out of here. 

Her hope was cut short when a gust of wind launched her into the air in an attempt to stop her escape. Y/N screamed as she watched the environment shrink underneath her. Was she going to go through all of that shit just to fall to her death? Her breath caught in her throat as she started descending towards the earth again.

Wait, if she got hit by a wind quirk, then...

Duh. She could use her quirk again. 

Y/N thrusted her palms towards the incoming pavement and shot a gust of wind only seconds before she would've collided, throwing herself right back into the sky with a cackle. The impact was hell on her tied wrists, but it was worth it. She couldn't wait to tear those fuckers to shreds.

Unfortunately, the exertion of using her quirk was making her... a tad lightheaded again. Enough that she wasn't sure if she'd stay conscious long enough to make her landing. Shit, shit, shit. 

Something opened up underneath her; a dark cloud that she recognized with a gasp of panic. Kaito, Inasa's dad, had opened up his phasing portal underneath her. Shit, shit, shit. She gulped before the cloud engulfed her, for a moment withstanding freezing temperatures and zero gravity before hitting something solid. The ground.

She was back on the ground in front of that fucking plane, once again being thrown to the pavement. "You assholes," Y/N spat as the world spun around her. The phasing mixed with the concussion was a horrible combo. 

She felt somebody stomp on her stomach, pinning her against the ground. She cried out in pain and laid down again-- there was no way in hell she was getting back up with her head in that state. 

"Don't move or I'll kill her." Kaito.

Y/N fought through the dizziness and turned her head. To her relief she saw familiar faces-- Aizawa, Kirishima, Kaminari, Todoroki, Uraraka... Bakugou. Bakugou was here.

They locked eyes and Y/N smiled at him. It was ridiculous-- someone had just threatened to murder her, but the relief she felt when she saw him was overwhelming. He only looked back at her with worry; she'd never seen him like that before.

"No, you won't." Y/N turned to see who had spoken: Aizawa.

She felt Kaito flinch at Aizawa's words. "You really wanna call my bluff right now?" A hand grasped Y/N by her hair and yanked her up into a sitting position.

"Get your fuck ugly hands off of me!" Y/N yelled, reaching up to try and release his grip on her hair, but he only tightened it and pulled again. She winced in pain-- there was only so much she could do with her hands tied.

"I am calling your bluff. You won't kill her; not when you're trying to lock her in a quirk marriage."

Y/N looked over at Clara. For the first time, she saw fear in the woman's eyes. Adrenaline coursed through her veins at the sight and she turned back to Aizawa. "FUCK 'EM UP! THEY WON'T KILL M--" Before she could finish her sentence, Kaito stomped her head against the pavement and everything went black.

~~~

Bakugou watched in terror as Y/N's head was smashed against the pavement and she fell silent, a motionless body on the ground. It happened before he could even process Aizawa's words-- quirk marriage? The man above her surrounded the two of them in a dark cloud and they disappeared.

Yeah, fuck the plan.

With an angry yell he threw his palms forward and shot an explosion the size of a cement truck towards the plane, gritting his teeth against the force shooting from his palms. Everybody around him, including his friends, were shot back from the impact; he even lost his footing for a bit as he slid against the ground. Flames erupted on the runway. 

"BAKUGOU, THE PLANE!" Kirishima warned.

Katsuki wasn't listening. Using his quirk he launched himself towards the soldiers, ripping through the wall of fire. A gust of wind smacked against him and threw him back-- where had it come from?

He turned back in fury and saw a woman using a wind quirk to push her way through the flames as she walked towards him. She looked mad, but Bakugou didn't give a single shit, lifting his palm again and sending another explosion her way.

She deflected it like, blowing it away like it was nothing. Shit, wind quirks were more powerful than he thought.

He climbed to his feet as his chest heaved from his panting. He scanned ground around him looking for Y/N but couldn't spot her. The flames were spreading now; all around him his classmates were fighting against the Yoarashi family. It was pure chaos. Where the hell was Y/N?

Bakugou ignored the woman and sprinted into the flames again. The heat was reaching unbearable levels now and the fire was getting dangerously close to the plane. Find Y/N. Find Y/N. 

"WHERE IS SHE?!" He roared to the woman. He could feel his body shaking in anger.

The woman glared at him. "Let it go, dear."

"WHERE THE FUCK IS SHE?!"

"Let it go. She's with us now."

With a cry of rage he threw countless explosions in her direction, watching in frustration as they disintegrated with her wind. 

"BAKUGOU! THE PLANE IS GONNA BLOW!"

The voice was Kirishima's. He ignored it and continued his futile assault on the woman. Nothing was working. His lungs began filling with smoke and he gasped for air, his eyes tearing up. 

They had to have taken her on the plane.

Bakugou knew that fighting this woman was only wasting valuable time. Instead of launching his next explosion at her, he angled it underneath him and used the force to propel himself over her and dashed to the plane.

He heard Aizawa and Kirishima yelling at him to come back, but he didn't listen.

Katsuki knew he didn't have much time. Once the flames reached the plane it would explode-- he had to find Y/N and get her out of there. Sprinting down the isle he made his way to the cockpit and found that man-- the mastermind-- at the controls, preparing for liftoff. He was trying to escape with Y/N before the flames reached the plane. 

Y/N was gagged and tied to the copilot chair, still unconscious but now with a horrendous gash on the right side of her face reaching down to her neck. 

Bakugou couldn't use his quirk in here-- it would obliterate the plane or hurt Y/N.

The man turned in time to meet Katsuki's fist right in the center of his face. When Bakugou felt a hand on his shoulder he almost set off his quirk, but whipped around to find Kirishima.

"Get her out, I got this guy."

He didn't have to be told twice. In an instant he fell to Y/N's side and heated his palm enough to burn through the ropes that bound her. Behind him Kirishima was absolutely beating the shit out of Kaito-- the yells of pain were like nails on a chalkboard.

Bakugou tried not to look at the gash on Y/N's face, instead focusing on getting her untied. "It's gonna be fine, we're getting you out of this shit, I promise," He breathed. He pulled the gag down from her mouth and lifted her out of the chair and over his shoulder. "Ei! Let's go!"

Eijirou had cut into the man's face with his quirk so much that it was hard to recognize him. Each punch with his hardening had ripped through the skin and bruised relentlessly, in some place revealing bone. Chills ran up Bakugou's spine-- it was rare that he got to see Kirishima use his quirk this violently. It was a reminder of how dangerous and powerful he was; it was lucky that he was on his side.

"Thank fucking god you're here..." Y/N groaned. It seemed she was awake again-- she was fading in and out repeatedly. That didn't bode well for her condition. "I was gonna kill them myself but my fucking head... holy shit Kiri, did you kill him?"

"Doesn't matter. Let's go," Kirishima said. Jesus. 

They made their way out of the plane as quickly as they could, Y/N on Bakugou's back. "You came," She said into his ear. Bakugou could tell how out of it she was from the state of her voice. Her presence on his back was more relief than he'd ever felt-- she was with him again. He could keep her safe, away from these psychopaths. "You like my new scar? It better look sick cause I can't see out of my right eye..."

"Shut up, will you? We need to get you out of here," He grunted as they dashed down the steps.

"Missed you too, Kat."

When they reached the bottom of the exit stairs, the plane exploded.

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It had been about 3 days since they had retrieved Y/N and Inasa from the Yoarashi's. Bakugou and Kirishima's recoveries had been relatively quick with Recovery Girl; they only had a few burns and scrapes from the explosion.

Y/N, on the other hand, had been in much worse condition. With a skull fracture already in place, the explosion of the plane had caused a 'depressed skull fracture' according to the doctors. Bakugou sat on the floor outside of the operating room as they performed the surgery, refusing to leave. When it got late Kirishima took him back to the dorms and forced him to sleep. You wanna be able to take care of her when she wakes up, right? He had said. The words worked and Bakugou slumped into his bed.

The next morning, Kirishima, Sero, Mina and Kaminari accompanied Bakugou to the hospital again.

"I hate these bandages, they're itchy as fuck. And the cafeteria food here is shit," Bakugou grumbled as he scratched away at the bandage on his cheek.

"Stop bitching, you get to take them off tomorrow," Mina said with an eye roll. "You're lucky you only got a few burns doing what you did."

"It definitely wasn't his smartest move," Sero chuckled. "Running into a literal ticking time bomb."

Bakugou glared at them for their teasing. "She was in there. What the hell did you want me to do?"

"Don't get us wrong, we're glad you did it, it was just... risky," Mina said. "If you'd only been a few seconds later then you three would be as dead as Inasa's dad." Sero coughed loudly and motioned his head to the side. Mina turned to see Inasa standing there and slapped a hand over her mouth. "Oh my god, Inasa, I'm so sorry, I--"

"Don't be sorry. I'm glad he's dead."

There was an awkward silence as the group stared at him in shock. "Uh... alright. Glad it worked out then," Mina mumbled.

Inasa was wearing a cast from a broken arm and he had a rather ugly bruise on the side of his head, but other than that he seemed to be in good condition. "Once the trial is over then it'll make everyone's lives easier. I'm glad my dad is dead... the trial would've been a lot harder with him here."

"Why?" Sero asked.

Inasa scratched the back of his head. "My dad has avoided the law for years with his connections, but hopefully with him gone, the rest of my family will finally go to jail. What they did to Y/N is despicable-- they should rot for a long time."

Bakugou chuckled a bit at that, peering up at Inasa from across the table. It was odd how someone he despised so strongly only a few days ago was now an ally. "Looks like they didn't fuck you up too bad."

Inasa laughed. "Yeah, Y/N definitely got the worst of it. She... didn't make anything easy for them. She fought every step of the way. Made it harder for herself, but it looks like it payed off."

The group burst out laughing and Inasa was a bit surprised at their reactions. "That's our girl," Kirishima said. "She'd never go down without a fight." He shifted over on the cafeteria bench and gestured for Inasa to sit. Inasa did so, looking a bit flustered and excited at being invited to join the group.

For another hour or two they swapped stories and chatted amongst each other. They joked about their injuries and bragged about their accomplishments during the mission. It was a sweet moment, but Bakugou had a hard time enjoying himself knowing that Y/N was still in recovery.

He stood up from the table and made his way to Y/N's hospital room while his friends were distracted. When he arrived at the door he peered through the window and, to his surprise, Y/N was sitting up in bed and talking with a doctor. Unable to stop himself he slammed the door open.

Y/N whipped her head around. She wore a blue hospital gown and still had IVs hooked into her arms and oxygen at her nose. When she registered that it was Bakugou she pointed defiantly at the doctor. "Kat! He won't let me get up!"

Kat glared at the doctor. "The hell? Let her get up."

The doctor backed up a bit, stammering. "She-- She's still in recovery, it could be dangerous for her to--"

"The hell, Tinkerbell? Lay down."

"I don't want to lay down," She demanded. "I wanna stand up. My ass hurts from laying in this hospital bed."

"Stop whining and lay down," He snapped, striding over to her bed and putting a hand on her chest to push her back down. She tried to fight back but was too weak in her condition.

"Stop it," She hissed. "I wanna--"

"You're in recovery, Y/N. Lay your ass down."

She was losing this fight and she knew it. With a sigh she finally rested her head against the pillow again. "I've been held against my will for like a week now. I wanna go back to my life."

"You will, dumbass, just be patient."

Y/N paused and looked up at him with a pout. He finally got a good look at her. The gash on the side of her face was stitched up nicely; it would definitely leave a gnarly scar, but her eye seemed to be okay. The wound barely missed it. Her nose was bandaged as well, likely recovering from a break, and there were several bruises on her cheeks and arms. Her wrists were raw from being tied.

Though it hurt to see her in this state, he couldn't help the overwhelming feeling of relief that she was alive. He could feel a blush creeping up his cheeks.

"You look like shit," He grumbled.

"You're the one who's dating me, so jokes on you, asshole."

He couldn't help it. He laughed a bit. It all felt so insane, but everything boiled down to one thing-- she was okay, and she was here now.

The doctor looked very uncomfortable with the situation and quickly picked up his equipment before leaving. "Make sure she doesn't leave." The sound of the door closing prompted Bakugou into action.

"Move over," He grumbled. Y/N looked a bit confused for a moment before Bakugou climbed over the bed railing and sat next to her in bed.

"Looks like you missed me," She teased.

"You were fucking kidnapped, Tinkerbell."

"Mhm. And you definitely missed me. How embarrassing." He pulled her onto his chest and she winced. "Gah! Watch the stitches!"

"Stop bitching," Bakugou grunted, but shifted a bit so that she wouldn't be in pain.

Y/N's heart thumped in her chest. Even after almost a year of being around him, his arms still made her flustered. She could hear his heartbeat... how was he so warm? The caramel scent filled her consciousness and she was fighting back exhaustion again.

Bakugou noticed her drifting off and snickered. "I think you missed me, too."

"Yeah, I guess I prefer you to people trying to steal my ovaries. No shit, Kat."

Bakugou pulled away and stared at her in shock. "Trying to what?"

"Yeah, I know. Isn't that nuts? And they threatened my parents. And your parents. And you, and all of 3-A pretty much."

"Did you... give in? To like, protect us? Cause--"

"No, I told them to suck my dick. I figured they wouldn't follow through with it."

Bakugou snickered and laid back against the pillow again. "Good."

There was a pause before Y/N said, "I'm glad you picked up the phone. Was worried you weren't gonna answer and that I'd be stuck in fucking Rhode Island forever."

"Nah. You're not getting away that easy."

Y/N shot up in bed with a gasp. "Fuck, my job!"

"Stop worrying about that shit right now. You need to rest," He said, grabbing her arm and pulling her back against the mattress. "Go to bed, Tinkerbell."

"I don't wanna go to bed."

"Why?"

"Cause you're here."

Bakugou's cheeks turned red and he glared at her. "Don't say shit like that."

"Why? Cause you're a baby?"

"No. Cause I can't... do shit with you when you're injured."

"Why not?"

"Cause-- Cause you might get hurt. Just fucking lay down."

Y/N shook her head, a weak grin on her lips. "No. Kiss me first."

Bakugou's heart raced in his chest and he glared harder. "Don't do this."

"What? I can't have one kiss?"  She slurred.

"No, you can't."

Y/N huffed and pulled the blanket off of herself before trying to climb to her feet again.

"Oi! Knock it off!"

"Why stay here if I don't get a kiss?" She joked.

Bakugou's face burned. Why was she like this?

She had been joking, of course; but Bakugou leaned over and grabbed her chin to pull her towards him. Her eyes widened in surprise when he pressed his lips against hers.

Y/N smiled a bit and gripping his shirt, pulling him in closer, but their kiss was interrupted when the blood rushed to her head and she lost her balance with a yelp. Looks like the kiss left her a little too breathless.

Bakugou grabbed her arm with a sigh, ignoring the way his lips tingled-- feeling his strong hand stabilizing her didn't help her desire for more. "I fucking told you. Lay back down."

She was going to protest, but her dizziness was getting out of hand, so she obeyed and collapsed back onto the bed. Bakugou watched as she situated herself under the blankets again. "Fine, you win. But I get another kiss once I'm better," She grumbled in annoyance.

Bakugou smirked at her. "You'll get more than a kiss, Tinkerbell."

Chapter Text

Was she really going through with this?

Yes. This is what I want. 

Y/N had fought her entire upbringing to get where she was in the hero industry. She'd gone through hell and back for status and power, even climbing up the ranks in America to number three. It was fun, sure... but not always.

As wonderful as it was to make a difference through on-the-field engagement, there was so much that this life had come with that she didn't prepare for... that she didn't want. She never expected the media to tear her reputation to shreds, the political feuds, the dark underside of law enforcement. She never expected the damage to her character, her trust, her body. The injuries she had acquired were going to permanently change her life and there was no going back.

She stared up at the Hawks Agency skyscraper and took a deep breath before opening the door. 

The cold air felt nice-- it was her first time going out in public with the facial bandage removed since the incident and the AC from the building felt relieving. There was still a bit of aching near her brow and the mark was definitely going to stay for a long time, but much of the stinging pain was gone. 

Originally, she had been self-concious about the mark and grotesque stitches, but Todoroki had given her a confidence boost in talking about his scar. Scar buddies, he had said. Y/N smiled slightly at the memory. 

That same lovely looking secretary sat at the front desk and looked up as Y/N approached. Y/N suddenly realized that it may not be the right outfit for the situation, but pushed it down when she remembered what she was here for. It didn't matter that she was in casual clothes.

It was impossible to ignore the woman's eyes dart to the wound on her face then quickly back to make eye contact, embarassed from staring. 

"Ah, hello miss!" The secretary said in a sing-song voice. "Hawks is in his office. I believe he's looking forward to seeing you... he's the first door on your right on the top floor."

Guilt clouded Y/N's mind before she nodded politely and made her way to the elevator. Keigo was not going to like what she had to say.

When she arrived outside of Hawk's door, she second guessed herself again. What if she was making a huge mistake? 

No. This is what I want.

She took another deep breath before opening to door. Hawks was at his desk, diligently writing away until he noticed her. When he did, he looked up and smiled. "Y/N. Come sit, kid."

She obeyed. The atmosphere of the meeting was much different from the interview-- was that because of what was about to happen? Was it in her head, or did Hawks already know what she was going to say?

Y/N's heart raced as she took a seat opposite him. This is what I want, She reminded herself.

"It looks like you're making a quick recovery," He remarked as he leaned back in his chair.

Y/N scoffed, unable to maintain her professionalism. "Not fucking quick enough. I had to stay in that shitty hospital for two weeks--" She paused when she noticed Keigo snickering at her complaining and shut her mouth. "I mean... yeah. Quick recovery." She sat up straighter in her chair, upset at herself for being unable to stay formal. Maybe her swearing was more of a problem than she thought.

"The media seem to be in a frenzy over the trial," Hawks said with a sigh. He tossed a newspaper across the desk in front of her; the cover sported various photos of the Yoarashi family with the headline PERFECT YOARASHI FAMILY EXPOSED FOR MURDER AND KIDNAPPING. It appeared the family was more well known than she thought.  

The photos made her stomach turn. She didn't want to look at it anymore. Hawks seemed to take the hint and placed it back in his stack of papers.

"But let's get to it. You're still supposed to be on medical leave, kid-- why did you come to see me?" His face was laced with suspicion and curiosity as he leaned across his desk. 

Y/N bit her lip. There wasn't really any coming back from this. This is what I want.

"I uh... I'm quitting."

Hawks raised an eyebrow at her. "Don't wanna come back to my agency, huh?" He leaned back and bit the end of his pen. "I suppose I get it. The media never liked us working together--"

"Not your agency," Y/N interrupted. "I mean like... pro hero work."

Something flickered in Hawks eyes as he processed her words. "You want to quit being a pro hero?"

Y/N nodded. This is what I want. The mantra repeated in her head like a song. The more she talked, the better she felt.

Keigo tilted his head a bit in confusion. "But... why? I watched you climb the ranks in America. You've always wanted this."

She looked down at her hands in her lap. "Yeah, I did. But I'm... kinda tired, man. I don't think I like it anymore."

"You haven't worked for an agency since before the All For One situation."

"I know," Y/N grumbled. "But the idea of going back makes me... I dunno. I just don't want to anymore. I don't think I can put up with any more injuries or bounties or kidnappings or whatever."

Hawks sighed. "You don't even want to give it another try?"

Y/N shook her head. "I've thought about it for a while. I'm just not happy being a pro hero. I... don't think I ever was. Maybe I wanted to feel liked, or powerful, or some other shitty thing like that; but any perks that came with it were drowned out by the bad stuff."

There was a moment of silence as Keigo thought on Y/N's words. Eventually he shrugged his shoulders and smiled. "Whelp, you're a big girl, you can make your own decisions."

"Yeah, I guess so."

"What are you going to do?"

Y/N couldn't hold back the small grin that crept to her lips. "Well... heroes need Tinkers, right?"

That was what she wanted. 

Chapter Text

As nervous as she had been with Hawks, this felt much worse.

Y/N gritted her teeth as she walked through the front door of the dorms, slipping off her boots and hanging up her jacket. Her friends were ready for her; they sat scattered around on the couches watching some drama-- The Bachelorette--?  that Denki had chosen.

"Hey, she's back!" Mina gushed, nudging Kirishima's arm. "Hey babe! How'd it go? Did Hawks take it well?" Kirishima and Mina both turned to her in anticipation.

"Yeah, it was alright I guess. I mean, I feel... happier. A lot happier."

Kirishima grinned at her. "Well that was the point."

Y/N sighed. "I still need to tell Kat. Where's he at?"

"He should be getting back from his project soon--"

"Tell me what?" Y/N turned and saw Bakugou walking through the front door. "You assholes keepin secrets?"

"No," Y/N lied. Her heart started pounding in her chest. 

Yeah, this was scarier than telling Hawks. 

It was simple; Bakugou valued strength. He always had. What if he saw her decision as weakness or defeat? Was it cowardly to no longer want it? It isn't uncommon to change career paths... unless you're a hero. Heroes stay in the industry, no matter how hard it gets. They're strong. Resilient. They don't get scared away after a rough encounter.

But Y/N didn't leave out of fear. Her decision to leave came from a near death experience; realizing she wasn't happy. Hero work didn't make her happy, it made her miserable. What she found that she did love was building. Crafting. Being able to support the good in the world without having to be on the field was perfect for her. 

She'd never really had the personality for hero work anyways. Much too... vulgar.

Bakugou cocked an eyebrow at her as he waited for her response. Looking him in the eye was only making her fear worse. What if he saw it as weakness? What if he was disappointed? 

Y/N bit her lip before responding. "I uh... I'm quitting. Being a pro hero, I mean."

Bakugou frowned. "Why?"

She was worried about this. Explaining to him wasn't going to be easy and the nerves weren't helping. "I don't want to anymore."

His furrowed his brow. The frown turned into a glare. "You don't want to? The hell does that mean? You got fucking bored?"

"I didn't get bored," Y/N muttered. "I--"

"You've wanted to be a pro for fucking years. You get a career handed to you on a silver platter from the number two hero and you bail?" He grunted. "What the hell?"

"It's not like that," Y/N snapped. "I wasn't happy."

Bakugou snorted. "Well yeah, it's hard."

"It's not that I don't like hard work, Kat," Y/N retorted. "You know that. I just--"

"Was it the injury?"

"No!" She yelled. She was getting angry now. "It wasn't anything like that, I--"

"This timing is unbelievable," Bakugou grumbled. He was rubbing his face with his hand now in frustration. What timing? 

"I'm sorry my fucking skull fracture was bad timing for you," Y/N spat. "I don't get it. Why the hell are you so pissed? You should be happy for me." Her words were laced with bitterness and it made Kat step forward in anger.

"I'm not-- I just-- Fuck, I'm just trying to understand!" He roared.

The TV was now off and their friends were watching their argument intently. Kirishima recognized what was happening and vaulted over the couch to approach his friend. "Hold on man, let's take a deep--"

"Butt out, Shitty Hair," Bakugou grumbled.

Kirishima glared at him. "Kat, she has a right to do what makes her happy. Just cause it doesn't line up with your plans--"

"What plans?" Y/N asked. Suddenly she felt like she was the one who was out of the loop.

"Kirishima!" Bakugou snapped. 

"What? You have to tell her now anyways!" Eijirou responded. "It's not like--"

"Hold up, tell me what?" Y/N demanded.

"It's... Jesus, this was not how this shit was supposed to happen," Bakugou groaned, throwing his head back and gripping at his hair. 

There was an awkward moment of silence where 3-A watched the scene unfold. Many of them were too scared to move but couldn't bring themselves to look away out of fear of angering Y/N or Bakugou. They were the scariest of the class and now was not the time to get on their bad sides.

Y/N's face burned red with embarassment realizing that everyone had seen the argument. Her eyes darted to the floor in shame and when she looked back up at Bakugou she wanted to die. He looked mad... but not necessarily at her. She couldn't figure out what he was mad at.

When they locked eyes, he scoffed and looked away. It made Y/N's heart feel like it was deflating.

~~~

Y/N grunted as she climbed to her feet. She'd been tuning up her motorcycle-- it had been several weeks since she'd been able to spend time with her treasure (due to being kidnapped and hospitalized), and the quality time with her bike was much needed.

It was a good way to get her thoughts together after the scene with Bakugou. Soon after the argument, he had left to "clear his head" or something along those lines. Mina had tried comforting her but Y/N found it easier to cope by tinkering. 

Their relationship wasn't in trouble by any means. It was a communication issue, something that she suspected would happen often with Bakugou while he learned how to best talk about his thoughts. "Be patient with him," Kirishima had said. "He's figuring it out."

Several hours later Y/N assumed he wasn't planning on talking about it, but much to her surprise, she heard the doors of the dorms open and saw him walk out to join her.

"Hey," He grumbled.

"Hi."

Y/N leaned against her bike and watched him as he made his way over to her. His hands were stuffed in the pockets of his sweatpants and he stared at her. For a moment she wondered if he'd say anything at all, but then he spoke. "I'm not mad at you."

Y/N squinted at him. "You sure?"

He chuckled at her. "Yeah, I'm sure. I was... upset, but not like... at you."

Y/N looked off to the side and cocked her head, trying to understand what he meant. "Are you gonna tell me about what Kirishima was talking about?"

Bakugou joined her in leaning against her bike. "I'm starting an agency."

Y/N pushed off the bike and whipped around to face him, her head throbbing a bit at the speed. "WHAT?!" She shrieked. "You're--" The vertigo from her quick movements caught up to her and she swayed a bit. Bakugou reached out and grasped her forearm firmly to balance her.

"Get it together, Tinkerbell," He teased.

"An agency? You're starting an agency? Why... why the fuck didn't you tell me?!"

She was leaning into his arms now, both from the desire to be closer to him and because she might hit the ground if she let go. 

"I was gonna tell you when I asked you to be my partner."

"Your partner?" Y/N breathed. Her head spun as realization hit. "Oh... Oh. That's why you don't want me to quit."

He didn't respond. He only watched her as she processed the information. 

"I get it now," Y/N said softly. "I see why you were upset." She turned and leaned against her bike again. "I'm sorry, Kat. I just... I don't wanna do field work anymore. I wanna be an engineer. It makes me happy, and it's what I like doing. I'm good with my hands." She held them up to show him the grease stains on her fingers from her bike tune-up. "This makes me happy."

Without looking at her, Bakugou smirked. "Well... I'm gonna need an engineer at my agency."

Y/N paused for a moment before gasping at his words. "You... you want me to..."

"Whatcha think, Tinkerbell? Think you can handle it?"

Chapter Text

"Do you have your pepper spray?"

"Yes."

"And your phone?"

"Yes, Kat."

"Are your location settings on? You gotta--"

"Katsuki," Y/N interrupted, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Dude. You need to relax. The graduation ceremony isn't even open to the public."

Bakugou's lips formed into an angry pout as he glared at her. It had been several weeks since the situation with the Yoarashi's but he was still unable to shake the nagging worry that she wasn't safe. He kept her close to him at all times, watching like an angry guard dog, unable to let go of her hand. He knew he was being unreasonable... but he couldn't help it, really. He hated it. He hated how stressed he was.

Y/N raised her eyebrows at him expectantly and his frown resigned into a sigh. Looking at her did relax him a bit, but his stomach flipped again when he saw the scar over her eye; not because she was any less attractive, but because of the anger that burned in his stomach because of it. That lingering guilt of not being able to protect her was still difficult to push down.

Without thinking about it he reached his hand up and brushed his finger over the wound. "Don't want you getting hurt again, Tinkerbell."

"I'm probably gonna get hurt again. So will you. That's life, man." She pulled his hand from her eye and down to her lips, pressing a soft kiss to his palm before turning back to her closet. When her back was turned he looked down at the spot where she kissed and felt shivers rush up his arm.

He shook it off and sat down on her bed. "It's bullshit that you aren't in the damn ceremony."

Y/N laughed. "For the last time, I didn't graduate here. I'll probably finish up my GED online or something."

"The fuck is a GED?"

"Nevermind, not important." She pulled a dress from her closet and examined it with a frown. "I wore this to that New Years party. I think it might show my burns from the plane though..."

"Who cares?" Bakugou grunted. "Your scars are hot."

Y/N smirked at him. "You have a thing for scars?"

"I have a thing for your scars, dumbass."

"What a romantic," Y/N said dramatically as she blew him a kiss. He rolled his eyes at her, pretending he didn't enjoy her antics. She held the dress up to her her torso. "Alright. New Years dress it is then. What about the after party though?"

Bakugou climbed to his feet. "Don't come," he said quickly. Too quickly.

Y/N squinted her eyes at him. "Why are you being weird?"

"I'm not."

She crossed her arms. "Alright, spill."

"Fuck off."

"NOW."

"No. Just don't come, why does it fucking matter?"

"What aren't you telling me?" Y/N snapped. 

She jabbed his shoulder with her pointer finger and he snarled at her, backing away. "Fucking drop it!"

"Tell me!" Y/N was getting more aggressive now. She pushed his chest and he fell back onto the bed. She was on the offensive and he was retreating, but he was running out of space to escape to.

Bakugou scooted as much as he could on her bed but hit the wall. Shit. He didn't want to hurt her and she knew that. She was using it to her advantage. Cornering him. Clever girl, he thought.

Y/N crawled towards him on all fours before sitting up on her knees and pinning his shoulders against the wall. 

An involuntary shudder ran through Bakugou's body. He froze. Why the hell was he reacting like this? 

She was closer now, sitting on his lap and forcing him to look at her. "Better tell me soon, Kat." God, she smelled good. 

"Make me," he spat. He regretted it quickly, remembering that his body was NOT working in his favor at the moment. His blood was pumping much too fast and he could feel himself getting hard. Jesus, why am I hard right now? 

Y/N gave him a devilish smile that made his chest feel like it was melting. "Fine. Guess I'll go ask Kiri why you're being so wack."

"No!" He yelled before he could stop himself.

Y/N tilted her head and grinned at him. "Gonna talk yet?"

Bakugou weighed his options. He could tell her now, but she would force the embarrassing explanation out of him-- or she would go to Kiri and Kiri would know about the situation. Shit.

"It's... fuck, fine. I'll talk. Just-- get off me," He grumbled. He turned away; if he kept looking at her it was only going to rev him up more and he didn't need that right now. He didn't even know why he was so revved up. Since when did he like when other people had control in a situation?

He prayed that the burning he felt in his face wasn't a blush.

Y/N obeyed and climbed to her feet and crossing her arms expectantly, watching as Bakugou sighed and sat forward to lean on his knees. "The girls are wearing... like... costumes."

"Costumes?"

Bakugou groaned into his hands before running his hands through his hair. "I don't fucking know. They lost some fucking bet and now they have to wear... like..."

"Wear what?"

Bakugou wanted to die. "Playboy bunnies. The girls are dressing up as playboy bunnies."

Y/N blinked. The information took a second to process before she started laughing. It made Bakugou burn with embarassment. "So what? I'll just wear the same dress."

"Kaminari won't let you in unless you wear it."

Y/N scoffed. "Okay, then I'll wear one. Who cares? It's not like--"

"No," Bakugou demanded, climbing to his feet again.

"No?" 

"No. Don't wear it."

Y/N was angry now, he could tell. "What the hell? You don't get to choose what I wear."

"It's not like that," He grumbled. The embarassment was getting too much.

"You embarassed of me?"

"I don't want the other guys seeing you like that," He forced himself to say through gritted teeth. 

In the pause after his words the atmosphere changed from angry to... something else. He couldn't tell. But Y/N's arms uncrossed and were now on her hips as she stared at him. He regretted opening his mouth.

"You feeling jealous, Kat?" She said playfully.

Now he was the angry one. "I'm not fucking jealous."

"I think you are. I think you feel threatened." She took a step towards him and looked up at him with a grin. Bakugou felt chills run up his spine but the anger was still stronger.

"I don't give a shit. Wear the damn thing, see if I care! I'm not jealous!" He snapped before storming out of her room, slamming the door behind him.

Shit. The after party was going to be a nightmare.

Chapter Text

"Let loose, Bakubro! You should be celebrating!" Kirishima laughed.

Bakugou was having a very hard time 'letting loose' when he knew what was to come. The boys had already set the party up at the dorms (the girls had insisted since they had to "get ready" with the costumes) and the guys were now eagerly awaiting with perverted gazes.

Which is exactly what Bakugou was worried about.

Surely the costumes couldn't be that risqué. He whipped out his phone quickly. What had she called it? A playboy bunny? What the hell was a playboy? He typed up the odd name and hit search, his phone now flooded with pictures of scantily clad women with bunny ears.

Shit. Okay, that was bad.

"Damn, looks like you're excited," Sero teased. Bakugou whipped around to find Hanta grinning wickedly from over his shoulder.

Katsuki's face burned with embarrassment and he shoved Sero away. "Fuck off, tapeface. Just wanted to know what the hell you idiots had planned," He snapped. He crossed his arms defensively after cramming his phone back into his pocket.

"I think Kaminari outdid himself this year. After what happened last year..." Sero grumbled with a shiver, "...we deserve this."

Bakugou frowned. "The fuck happened last year?"

Kirishima patted Bakugou on the back with a laugh. "God, I forgot you didn't come. The girls won the bet and we had to dress in this," He said, holding his phone up so Katsuki could look.

The photo was of the boys in the group dressed in sexy maid costumes. While Kaminari sported an angry pout, Kirishima was flexing and almost ripping the delicate sleeves.

"Pretty great, huh?" Eijirou boasted as Bakugou barked out a laugh. Kaminari protested loudly and tried to swipe the phone from him, but to no avail— Kiri held it far above his head and continued cackling.

Bakugou slumped back in his chair before turning to Sero again. "What's this bet anyway?"

"We used to do it based on like... some weird drinking game, I think? The girls won every year since they had Mina." Sero's cheeks briefly turned a shade pinker and he took a swig of his drink before continuing. "But this year we compared work averages. Whichever side put away the most villains was the winner, and since Deku got that whole drug cartel a few months back..."

For a moment Bakugou was tempted to take Sero's drink and down the rest of it. Alcohol had helped getting him to chill the fuck out— but then again, he did dance like an idiot in front of everybody. Probably best to steer clear of the stuff.

"They're fuckin' late," Sero sighed. "I bet they're not gonna show. I knew Denki was too bold with his request—" Hanta was interrupted by the loud slamming of the front doors swinging open.

At the front stood Mina wearing stiletto heels, a black leotard and long pink bunny ears with her arms outstretched for her entrance. "WE'RE HERE MOTHERFUCKERS!"

Midoriya's jaw dropped and Kirishima immediately burst into hysterical laughter. "Holy shit, they actually did it!"

"Yeah yeah, enjoy it while it lasts. You get 30 minutes of this shit before we get changed," Mina snapped back, sauntering into the room as the rest of the girls sighed and filed in.

Across the room, Jirou locked eyes with Denki. "Get me a drink. Now," She demanded. Without missing a beat he sprung up from his chair and nearly tripped over himself as he rushed to the counter of bottles. Mina gave Jirou a fist bump before making her way over to Sero and sitting next to him.

Sero watched with wide eyes as Mina took his drink from the table and downed the rest of it. As she gulped, his eyes traced down her body and he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He mentally yelled at himself to stop staring but he couldn't bring himself to stop.

Even Midoriya seemed to be malfunctioning. Uraraka was sitting on his lap as she continued her conversation with Tsu.

Bakugou watched in frustration as the boys around him melted with lust. He could practically hear his friends' eyes' pop out of their heads.

But where the fuck was Y/N?

He stood up, doing his best to suppress the thumping in his chest. Why was he so wound up? It was clear the other guys weren't going to be staring at Y/N— they already seemed plenty occupied. And maybe, just maybe, a tiny-itty-bitty-weentsy-teensy part of him was curious; he couldn't stop himself from wondering what she looked like in that same outfit Mina was in.

She definitely wasn't in the room. What the hell? "Mina!" He yelled. "Where's Tinkerbell?"

Mina was now sitting across from Sero with her chin leaning on her hands. "She's bringing the food in," She responded without even turning to look at him. Since when was she so hunky-dory with Sero?

He snorted in annoyance before exiting the dormitory to find his girlfriend.

Sure enough, Y/N was outside the door holding about four giant bags of food— and she was not wearing a playboy bunny outfit. "You... you're not—"

"Help me out, wouldja?" She grunted.

He didn't realize he was standing still until she said that, suddenly snatching the bags from her and huffing in annoyance. "'Bout fuckin' time."

"Shut up. It's not like I had help."

"Why didn't the rest of them help?" He held the door open for her with his foot before following her in. His heart wasn't racing anymore, but he felt... odd.

Hadn't he wanted this? For her to not wear the costume?

Y/N took the bags from him and set them down on the counter next to the absurd amount of alcohol. "Mina and the girls wanted to do a grand entrance. The food bags would've fucked up the vibe," She shrugged.

There was a moment where they just looked at each other as the music from Kaminari's playlist blared around them. "So... you're not wearing it. The costume or whatever."

Y/N sighed and sat down at the dinner table. "I was gonna. Tried it on and everything, but..." She trailed off before snapping her head to meet Bakugou's gaze. "Hold the fucking phone, you sound disappointed."

"Bullshit." Shit, was he disappointed?

Y/N was cackling now. "Oh my god, you creep! You totally wanted me to wear it, didn't you?"

Bakugou's cheeks flushed and he turned away. "Fuck off, I did not." Dammit, she was right. He was disappointed.

Y/N leaned back in her chair and put her feet up on the table with her hands behind her head. "What a simp. Maybe if you ask nicely I'll go change into it for you. I look pretty hot in it."

"Liar. If you look so hot in it, why didn't you wear it?" He retorted.

She shrugged. "I've still got injuries recovering and stuff. The bandages and scars are less sexy."

"Yeah right."

Before Y/N could process what he said, her eyes landed on the scene behind Bakugou. "Oh shit, check it out."

Behind them, Sero and Mina were locked in a pretty intense make out. Sero was sitting in his chair and Mina was in his lap. He looked positively starved for her. It was... rather graphic.

"Fucking gross."

"About damn time," Y/N laughed. "Wait, hold on. Gotta check if—" She lunged over to her friend and pried the two of them apart. "How much have you guys had to drink?"

"Only like two drinks," Sero gasped, looking slightly dazed.

"Barely any," Mina protested.

Y/N snorted. "Take it to your room though, 'kay? We don't wanna see where this leads." She patted Mina on the back before walking back to Bakugou's side. He was staring, as he usually did.

"What?"

"Did you say 'about time'?"

"Yeah. She's been crushing on him for like a year now. I guess the outfit finally gave her the confidence to suck it up and make a move." She poured herself a glass of water before chuckling slightly. "Guess those bunny ears are pretty magical, huh?"

Bakugou eyed her up and down. His mind was reeling at the thought of her in the costume... her legs especially. God, her legs in that would be—

"You picturing it on me?" Y/N teased with a cocked eyebrow. "Keep it in your pants."

"Even if I was, looks like you're too fucking chicken to wear it."

Y/N rolled her eyes. "I thought you didn't want me wearing it. What happened to that?"

He shrugged. "Dunno. Maybe I just don't want anyone else seeing you in it."

"Maybe?"

"Fine, I don't want them seeing you in that. So what?"

Y/N grinned. "Just wanted to hear you admit it." She took another step closer to him and crossed her arms. "Y'know, I could go put it on."

Bakugou's breath caught in his throat slightly and he prayed that Y/N didn't notice; but of course she did. Nothing got past her.

"But I'd have conditions," She added with another slight smile.

"Like what?" Bakugou grunted, pretending not to be interested.

She shrugged "For one, admitting you're into it." Without another word she joined the rest of the class in the center of the room.

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Somehow, Bakugou and Y/N got saddled with clean up.

Probably because everyone else was passed out in their beds.

"I'm always cleaning up after those shitheads," Kat grumbled. He swooped down to pick up the remaining cans on the floor so that Y/N could continue with her vacuuming.

"We don't drink and then we have to clean up? They owe us big time," She added.

Bakugou grunted in agreement and threw the cans in his arms into the ever-growing bag of trash. "Any other cans? Imma take this out."

"Nope." Y/N turned off the vacuum and wound up the cord before slumping onto the couch as the door shut behind Katsuki. It had been a fun night. The music, the friends, the games... but there was an underlying bittersweet feeling to the entire evening. How many more of these nights would she get? Would everybody stay in touch now that graduation was over? Her heart sank at the thought.

Katsuki opening the door again shook her from her train of thought and she turned to look at him. When he caught her staring, he tilted his head in suspicion. "What?"

"I'm leaving next week."

"Huh? Leaving where?"

"America."

Bakugou had been walking towards her on the couch, but he stopped. "You're... what? Next week?" That couldn't be right. "No. No, you can't leave. What about uh... don't you have shit to do here? Like, work?"

"The semester's over. I don't work for the school anymore," She said. Why is he acting like this?

"But there's shit to do with the agency. Our Agency. I even finished the paperwork. We're gonna tour the building next week, we gotta–" He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. "Can't you wait?"

"I can't change my flight times, this was the only one I could afford," Y/N protested. "It'll be fine, I–"

"Are you bailing? Do you not wanna do this? If–"

"Kat–"

"Listen, I can talk to Kiri, just... just don't go, okay? I can–"

"Katsuki!" Y/N yelled.

He finally stopped. When Y/N looked at him she could tell he was panicking. His eyes were big with concern and his hand hadn't left the clump of hair he was pulling on. His chest rose and fall with his heavy breathing and her chest felt warm at his reaction. He thinks I'm leaving for good.

"I just have to get my things," She said softly. "If I want to live here, I need my shit with me. Plus I need to find a place to stay. The most I'll be gone is a few weeks, just until I can find somewhere cheap."

Bakugou felt wildly embarassed at misunderstanding. Why had he acted like that? Why was his heart going berserk? He took a deep breath to try and shut down the uncomfortable sensations. "A few weeks is a long ass time, Tinkerbell."

"A few weeks at the most. I wanna make sure I'm not saddled with a roommate I hate. It would suck ass to come back to Japan to some stranger who wants to make my life hell. I need to do proper research and shit." Y/N stood up and took a few steps toward her upset boyfriend before crossing her arms. "I don't wanna be gone that long either."

Bakugou blurted it out before he could stop himself: "Stay with me."

A pause.

"Kat, I gotta–"

"I mean like, in my apartment. When you... when you come back." His hands dropped to his sides and he stared at her expectantly. She tried reading his facial expression, but he was stoic. Serious.

"Stay in your apartment? For... How long?"

Was he really saying this? "Uh... as long as you want to." He could barely believe the words coming out of his mouth. What was he thinking? Did he... really mean that? Bakugou stood before her as his internal dialogue sped up, trying not to move a muscle.

Y/N didn't seem to be processing what he meant yet. "What about my stuff?"

"You bring that too, dumbass." His heart started racing again. Yeah, he was doing this.

Y/N looked up for a moment, seemingly deciding if she should say something. "Like... like, move in with you?" She asked, still not looking him in the eye. Her cheeks felt warm, and now her heart was racing, too.

"Yes." Yes, he did want this. He did mean this. In fact, he had never wanted anything more than this.

"Okay." Her response was soft, but Bakugou could tell she was... excited. The blush on her cheeks made him even more sure of his decision.

"Okay?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I'll move in with you." Her smile fell a bit as she paused. "Hang on, is there enough room for me?"

Oh. Shit. He hadn't really thought of that. His hand reached back up and he scratched the back of his head. "It's uh, one bed one bath." Now he was actually beginning to think logistically– would they get two beds? Or would she want to share his bed? With him? His heart continued to pound violently. "I've got a king bed but I can like... get rid of it. If we want room for uh, two beds."

"You don't have to get rid of your bed."

Bakugou stared at her a moment before processing. Oh. Oh. So she did want to share. His body betrayed him and he felt his cheeks getting warm, matching hers.

"Unless you don't want that?"

"No!" He said, far too quickly and wishing he'd waited a bit to sound less eager. "No, that's fine. Whatever. I don't care."

"You don't care, huh?" Y/N questioned. She could read him easily. "Hmm... if you don't care, then maybe we should get seperate beds. Wouldn't want you suddenly caring and wanting me gone halfway through our arrangement. Best to prepare for any outcome, right?" She said with a playful lilt.

No. He didn't want that. God, he hated when she saw right through him like this. She knew exactly how to get him to cave, exactly where his pressure points were, exactly how to make him fall harder and harder. Shit. He had no idea how to respond. Why did he always put himself in these situations? "Actually, there's not room for two beds," he lied.

"Oh, really? Maybe I should get a cot for the kitchen..." She put a finger on her chin to feign thinking.

"No room in the kitchen," he lied again. Stop it. You're digging a hole for yourself, He thought. He took a step towards her.

"Oh dear. What's a girl to do?" Y/N sighed. "The living room, maybe?"

He hated when she teased him like this.

Actually, no he didn't. He loved it. He took another step towards her, now barely a foot of space between them. "No room there, either."

"Seems your apartment is pretty full. You sure there's room for me?"

Bakugou put his hand under her chin and turned her to look at him. His chest was nearly pressed to hers now. "Guess you'll have to stay in my bed." His words were slow... methodical.

Y/N felt a chill run up her spine at his words. "I don't have money to pay rent yet." It came out as a whisper. There wasn't much room to talk normally now... he was getting so close. So, so close.

"Guess you'll have to pay me another way. I'm flexible." He leaned in slowly and Y/N expected a kiss, closing her eyes for it, but he tiled her head to the side and put his lips right by her ear. "Hmm... I think the down payment is due."

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Fuck. Finally, Bakugou thought.

How long had it been since he'd been able to kiss her? Really kiss her? The hospital seemed years ago, and it only felt longer when he realized how much he'd missed this. Kissing rules. Is that why all those extras are constantly down each others' throats? Yeah, he couldn't blame them now. He'd missed her more than he could say.

With one hand supporting behind her head and the other around her waist, Bakugou pulled his girlfriend in tighter. The kiss had started gently, and he knew it should stay that way to avoid exacerbating her injury, but damn was it getting hard to hold back. When he let his hands wander downwards to grip her hips and yank her closer to him, Y/N hissed slightly.

"Gotta be gentle, Kat," She reminded him softly. Her voice drifted into his head and did all sorts of evil things to the rest of his body. Everything about her made him ache with desire.

"Fuck, I'm... trying," He grumbled, trying not to show his frustration. Damn his rough movements– he really was trying, honest, but the excitement kept building and nearly forcing his body to get closer, tighter, touch her more and more...

Y/N couldn't fight back the small grin on her lips at Bakugou's struggle. It was... almost cute to see him like this; just barely on the edge of desperation. She wanted to see more of that side of him.

When she wrapped her arms around Bakugou's neck to pull him lower, moving her kisses to his cheek and then his neck, Katsuki started feeling a bit dizzy. It felt like the floor was spinning around him when her lips pressed softly into the muscle between his neck and shoulder.

"Fuck, I wanna..." He started. He was struggling to find the words. "I–I need more. Can we... can we go to–"

"Yes," Y/N whispered in between kisses. "But you gotta–"

As gently as Bakugou was able (which wasn't very), he wrapped his hands around Y/N's thighs and pulled her up so she was wrapped around his waist.

Shit. His dick, which was now really hard, pressed right in between her legs and the pressure had him seeing stars. An involuntary shiver ran down his spine as he carried his girlfriend into his old dorm room, using his leg to close the door behind him. He couldn't help but be in a hurry– after approaching his old bed, he let her drop onto the mattress below– and she yelped in pain.

Fuck.

"Oh shit, I totally– Fuck. Are you okay?" Dammit, Katsuki, he thought to himself. Gentle. Be gentle, goddammit.

Y/N's held the side of her head tenderly. "All good," She said through a grimace. "Gentle isn't really your forte, is it Kat?"

Guilt made his stomach drop a bit. "Dammit," he muttered. "We can't do this. I can't do this." His arms were on either side of her but he lowered his head, unable to look her in the face.

Y/N rolled her eyes. "Relax, I'm fine. Just... slow down a bit."

"I..." Bakugou felt his cheeks getting a bit warm and he turned to look at the wall. "I dunno if I can like... hold back. I dunno if I can be gentle," He said breathlessly, his eyes darting to her for a moment to gauge her reaction. "Not when you uh... look... like this."

Y/N didn't want that comment to do things to her, but it did. Bakugou was having a hard time controlling himself, and it was... hot. It was really hot.

"If you can't, then I can."

Bakugou looked at her this time but his eyebrows were squinted in suspicion. "Huh?"

Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck this time, causing another jolt to run downward. "Lemme be on top. If I'm on top, I can choose the pace, I can–"

"No," He interrupted before thinking.

Y/N huffed in annoyance. "Katsuki, you can't always be in control."

"Why the hell not?"

There was a pause before Y/N responded. "Alright," She sighed. "It's okay. You're not ready. We'll do somethin else, alright?" Y/N gave his chin a quick kiss, unable to reach his lips from this angle.

Before Bakugou could protest, she was shifting off the bed and crawled over to the small TV on his floor. "Imma go grab my switch, we can play some minecraft again. I still wanna find a cat. There are some in villages near our base, so if we..."

Katsuki was definitely not listening. Wait. Wait a second. He didn't want to stop. He just... needed a minute to think it through. Yeah, that's it. He just needed to process... what it would be like.

Y/N's hand was on the doorknob when he finally spoke up. "Wait," He grunted.

She turned to look at him but didn't let go of the door. "Wassup? Not feeling Minecraft?" Y/N glanced at her watch briefly. "I guess it's kinda late, huh? Maybe we just–"

"I don't like when I'm not in control."

Y/N stared at him, hoping he'd elaborate on whatever the fuck he was talking about. "Uh... huh?"

"But maybe... maybe I can, if..." He stuffed his hands in his pockets to try and ease his discomfort after being so honest. "If it's you."

She seemed to catch on now. She crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm not interested if you're not gonna like it."

"I would. With you, I... think I would."

Y/N's eyes squinted a bit in suspicion. "I dunno if I buy it. You sure, Kat?"

"Don't make me say it again," He grumbled. He couldn't stand how vulnerable this felt and the idea of expressing more made him feel physically ill. The blush on his cheeks was spreading to his neck now. Ugh, he looked adorable.

The silence that followed did nothing to make him feel better. Katsuki couldn't figure out where the hell he should be looking– it was too much to look her in the eye, but looking away felt cowardly.

"Get on the bed," Y/N said. It almost seemed like she was gauging his reaction.

Fighting pretty much every instinct Katsuki had built up over his 18 years, he obeyed, and backed up until his legs hit the mattress and he sat. He leaned back against his hands to avoid the decision of what he was supposed to do with them.

Bakugou watched, chest pounding, as Y/N made her way over to him and slowly straddled his lap, looking down at him. "This is gonna be slow," She breathed. "A lot slower than you're used to." Her head tilted a bit to the side and it made his breath catch in his throat. "Will you be able to handle it?"

"Can you just fucking touch me already?" He grunted. Her weight on his dick was making him throb impatiently. Maybe he couldn't handle it.

"Yes or no, Kat?"

"Yes. Fuck, just... just do something." His fingers itched to touch her– he could physically feel the nitroglycerin building in his palms with anticipation.

Finally, fucking finally, Y/N reached down to pull off her shirt. Bakugou could barely breathe when she reached down again to do the same to him. After the fabric slipped over his head his body tensed at the newfound sensation. He spent a few minutes letting his eyes drift over her body, wanting to memorize how she looked right now. "Can I take your bra off?"

Y/N smiled slightly and nodded at him, impressed at how polite and docile he was being. When his warm fingers brushed against her skin to unclip the item of clothing she inhaled sharply, which didn't go unnoticed. Bakugou smirked at her reaction before tossing her bra onto the ground.

This time, Bakugou didn't ask beforehand– he put his hands on her hips and let them glide upward as he leaned in to kiss her again– and just like their last kiss, he couldn't satiate his hunger for her. He nipped at her bottom lip to ask for access, and when her mouth opened slightly he let his tongue wander against hers.

Dammit, he was getting really good at kissing.

Bakugou's thumbs flicked against her nipples as he groaned into her mouth. Her hips shifted and he could barely help the way his hips jolted up to gain more friction; but it wasn't enough.

Katsuki's hands moved back to Y/N's hips as he began guiding her back and forth along his hard cock, and he wished desperately that there weren't so many layers between them.

Y/N seemed to agree, immediately sitting up to slip off her pants. Her panties followed after and he bit his lip when he got to see her this bare. That familiar rush of adrenaline made its way through his body as his chest started to rise and fall quickly– his thoughts were disappearing now, too. All that was in his head was Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, repeating like a goddamn prayer in his mind.

"You too," She said. "Take 'em off."

Bakugou knew he looked too eager when he pulled his pants off in a hurry, but he was getting to the point where he didn't really care. He remembered this feeling– his mind emptying as his actions were dictated almost entirely by how desperately he wanted his dick inside of her. She knew it, too, and was toying with him.

"Get back here please," He said impatiently, grabbing her hand to guide her back onto his lap.

She was going to quip back and tell him how much she liked hearing him say please, but when her thighs touched his as she sat, the reminder at just how warm his skin was shocked her out of it.

He put one hand under her thigh and the other behind her back as he pulled her tighter against him. "That's better," He whispered. He nearly jumped out of his skin when she grabbed his shoulders and began grinding against him again– this time with no layers of clothes between them.

Bakugou started panting at the feeling of his aching cock rubbing between her lower lips, back and forth, over and over again. Holy shit, this was heaven. Holy fucking shit.

That was when Bakugou started feeling powerless to what Y/N wanted from him, and he... liked it. She was using his dick to get off and it was one of the hottest things he had ever seen– but it was also starting to make him antsy. "Holy shit," He gasped. "Holy shit, Tinkerbell... you're this wet?"

Y/N couldn't help but cry out when his hands returned to her hips, trying to make her move faster along his rock hard cock. "There we go. Fuck. You look so fucking pretty grinding on me. Holy shit..." His words morphed into a groan as his head tilted back and his eyes squeezed shut.

Every little whine and gasp that came out of Y/N's mouth seemed to make his hips move faster and his grip tighten. His arm shot out to grab the back of her neck and pull her closer so he could leave sloppy kisses along her neck, his other hand still guiding Y/N back and forth along his length. "Fuck. Lemme... lemme put it in," Bakugou groaned. "Lemme put my dick in you, please?"

"God, I like when you say please," Y/N breathed out.

"Please, please, please," He begged. "I'll be gentle, I promise. Please lemme put it in." He sounded desperate at this point, but once again, he didn't really care. Not when she felt this good dragging her wet pussy against his erection.

Y/N halted her movements and Bakugou nearly moaned in desperation. He put his hands back on the sheets, gripping them in anticipation while Y/N sat up on her knees. "Katsuki," She said. He looked into her eyes, both of them flushed and panting. "Hold still, okay?"

Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck.

Every muscle in Bakugou's body was clenched hard to keep himself from acting rashly. Don't move, he told himself. Don't fuck this up.

Y/N's fingers wrapped around his cock delicately, making Bakugou shiver as she pressed his tip against her entrance. A drop of her slick made its way down his dick and it took every fiber of his being not to pull her down onto him.

Instinctually his hand went to hold her hip, but with her other hand she snatched his wrist and held him there. "What did I say, Kat?" She said slowly, still not looking away from where they were about to join.

Before he could protest, Y/N finally lowered herself, his dick slipping in with ease at how wet she was. "Oh, f-fuuuckkk," He moaned, unable to stop himself. Once his entire length was inside of her, Y/N sighed out in relief at the intrusion.

"God, your dick feels good," She gasped. "Don't move."

He didn't. He stayed motionless while his entire body screamed at him to grab her and fuck her properly, fuck her deep and hard like he wanted. But he wasn't in charge this time.

Eventually, Y/N started moving; and when she did, Bakugou felt like his entire lower body was on fire. The pleasure was otherworldly. He felt his dick pulse and throb as she raised and lowered herself on him over and over again. He yanked his wrist out of her grasp and with both hands gripped the sheets for dear life.

"Breathe, baby."

Had she said something? Bakugou was pretty sure she did, but whatever it was couldn't be as important as what he was experiencing in that second on his cock. Everything was starting to go white.

A few taps of Y/N's hand against his cheek seemed to bring him back. "Kat, baby, you gotta breathe," He heard her say. Without thinking he started gasping for air– had he really not been breathing? Bakugou heard himself now, panting loudly. With his lungs no longer burning he started moaning.

Y/N's motions didn't stop, and they certainly didn't speed up. Katsuki looked down at where he was entering her and his body shivered at the unholy sight.

"Hey, are you okay?" Y/N's voice sounded miles away. The ringing in his ears from the overwhelming sensations were almost deafening. What did she say?

Then her motions stopped and he groaned. "Nonono, don't stop," He groaned in desperation. His hands seemed to come back to life and he grabbed her waist, the warmth making Y/N's eyes flutter shut as she sighed. "I'll go slow, I just need... shit..."

"Wait. If we..." Y/N interrupted. She grabbed Katsuki's shoulders and rotated both of them, then pushed him down to lay flat on the mattress. His head landed on his pillow as she'd planned and he took several deep breaths as she propped her arms up by his head, looking directly down at him. Then, she sank down again until he was fully inside her.

Bakugou's eyes nearly rolled back in his head at the sensation. "God, Y/N, you... you feel so perfect," He groaned. With his hands he lifted her off his cock slightly, then began slowly thrusting into her warm cunt. "Holy fuck..."

Y/N didn't mind him taking over like this, not when he looked this desperate. Bakugou's mouth hung open and his brow furrowed into the most beautiful, fucked-out expression she'd ever seen.

Katsuki's dick was pushing inside at the perfect angle, not letting up against that perfect spot that had her whining above him. "Does that feel good? Right here?" He panted. "Should I keep fucking you right here?" He ended his statement with several punctuated thrusts against her G spot and she nearly screamed at how good it felt.

"Shit. You look so pretty when I fuck this spot," He teased. "Should I keep goin?"

"God, yes," Y/N cried.

Confidence surged through Katsuki's veins and one of his hands left her hips to grab her jaw and force her to look at him. "Say please."

Y/N was too close to orgasm to care that he'd stolen the power back. Her core tightened in desperation. "Please, please don't stop–"

"Again."

"Katsuki, please make me cum, please–"

Bakugou was getting close too, but he wanted to feel her finish first. He let go of her chin and grabbed her hips once more, and instead of speeding up, he made his thrusts stronger and deeper, making sure to abuse the spot inside her that turned her into a mess.

"I'm close," Y/N whined. "Keep going, keep going, don't stop–"

"That's it, lemme feel you cum on me."

And she did. Y/N's orgasm ripped through her, her cunt tightening and pulsing on Katsuki's dick. It was unrelenting– there was nothing she could do as he pushed himself as deep as he could go to heighten her orgasm. Her legs shook while her pussy choked out her boyfriend's cock.

Feeling her cum on him was enough to send him right over the edge behind her. His lower body went rigid and seized, Y/N's walls milking him for all he was worth. "Fuck– Fuck, I'm cumming," He moaned. His cum pumped inside of her and painted her insides with his seed during what was easily the most euphoric orgasm of his life. His hips involuntarily thrusted one, two, three more times, both of their releases making it all too easy to glide in and out of her.

When he finally let go of her hips, Y/N leaned her head back and panted to try and get enough air again. "Holy shit."

His dick finally stopped throbbing inside of her and he closed his eyes in exhaustion. "Yeah... holy shit."

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Y/N stared at her reflection in the mirror with a grimace.

It wasn't as bad as it had been a few weeks ago, sure– but the mark she was left with now was gnarly, to say the least. It started above her brow and streaked down nearly to her chin; a thick, grotesque reminder of what had happened to her.

She still couldn't quite remember which traumatic event it had come from. Was it the initial kidnapping in the skyscraper? When Clara slammed her in the wall? It could've been one of the three or so times she was slammed into the asphalt at the Rhode Island airport– oh, or the plane explosion.

Fuck.

Whatever it was from, this was here to stay. Recovery girl herself had even said there was nothing she could do. "Some wounds are as healed as they can be, but still leave marks," she had said.

No kidding.

There was a small knock on the bathroom door, even though it was slightly ajar already. "Hey." Bakugou didn't step inside, but he guided the door all the way open. When he saw Y/N perched over the counter staring at her reflection, he crossed his arms over his chest. "This again, huh?"

Y/N was learning that Katsuki was a light sleeper. If she was up, so was he.

"Yeah," Y/N sighed. "I'm still not... used to it." She turned her head left and right to look at it from different angles. "You think it'll always look this... jagged?"

"Probably." His arms were still crossed as he observed her, leaning his weight against the doorframe.

Y/N and Katsuki had spent the previous night moving his things into the new apartment– much to Y/N's surprise, it was nice. Way too nice, actually. She'd asked what her share of the rent was and the answer he provided was definitely not half– a quarter maybe at most, but no matter how much she pressed he wouldn't admit it.

It had taken an hour tops to move all of Bakugou's things in. He almost had less stuff than Y/N, and she barely had any of her things in the country... she should definitely bring that up later.

"What's the plan for today?" Y/N asked, finally pulling her eyes away from the mirror and turning to Katsuki– shirtless Katsuki, wearing just his grey sweatpants as bottoms and leaning beautifully against the doorway. Sometimes she forgot how chiseled he was. Good Lord.

"Breakfast. Sex. More grocery shopping. Lunch. More sex."

Y/N laughed. "You sound pretty confident in your itinerary. Were you gonna run it by me first?"

He smirked a bit. "I figured you wouldn't mind being surprised as we go."

"I have other shit I gotta do today, too," Y/N protested. A hint of a smile danced across her lips as she turned around and hoisted herself up onto the bathroom counter. "When should I do that?"

"We can fit that in after dinner." He paused for a moment. "Actually, scratch that. Sex after dinner too. Your plans gotta wait for tomorrow I guess, Tinkerbell."

Y/N snorted at how bold he was being. "Oh yeah? Says who?"

"Says you when you moved in with me. You knew the price," He shrugged, turning around and making his way to the kitchen. Y/N watched his back shamelessly as he left. Surely it wasn't legal to look that good first thing in the morning. "Whaddya want? Eggs?" He called out.

"Mhm. And coffee." Y/N followed him out.

The morning light filtered in from outside and birdsong echoed softly through the flat. Walking over to the giant glass window, Y/N looked out at the morning streets.

Bakugou's apartment was in an offensively beautiful part of town. The surrounding area had a river, lush gardens and dog parks, and a community of schools and shops. That alone had to make the rent double what was standard for an apartment in Japan. They weren't even sharing a building with anybody; it was a real house, complete with a patio and a backyard. What the hell kind of rental was this?

"How in the hell can you afford this place? You're like a fucking suburban dad," Y/N scoffed, clearly dumbfounded. When they'd arrived the day before it was late into the evening, shrouding the neighborhood in darkness. Y/N hadn't gotten a proper look at it until now. "This place has gotta be at least 400,000 yen a month."

Bakugou didn't acknowledge the price she'd mentioned. "I saved my money. Been working full time for a year or two now, getting paid a pretty good salary... wanted to make sure I could get somewhere away from the city. It's quieter here."

"Why not just buy the place then? Isn't renting pricier in the long run?"

When it took Katsuki a while to respond, Y/N turned to look at him, but he was turned towards the other counter pouring her coffee into a large green mug. Damn, that gorgeous back. "I don't wanna stay somewhere with one bedroom forever. No room for uh... future plans."

Y/N wasn't quite sure what that meant, but knew he was being vague intentionally. He did that sometimes when he didn't want to explain something; since he was making her breakfast, she didn't press him for elaboration.

Katsuki placed their food and Y/N's mug on the tiny dining table next to the window and sat down. "You joinin' me or not?"

She sat gratefully. A sip of coffee made her eyes widen in surprise. "How did you know how much cream to put in? You nailed it."

"'M not stupid, I've tasted your coffee before. Too dark. You never put enough cream," He grumbled.

Y/N smiled a bit as she took another sip. Before, he had ordered her black coffees, but it seemed he'd noticed her putting cream packets in– and remembered.

"What plans did you have for today anyway?" He questioned.

"I gotta pack my plane stuff."

Bakugou groaned. "God dammit. I forgot that's tomorrow. Do you really have to go?"

"How else am I supposed to get my shit here? Someone's gotta pack it."

"Can't your parents send it over or something?"

Y/N laughed. "They're busy. Plus, I wanna see them. I haven't seen them since..." A lump formed in her throat and she pushed it down. "It's been a while. They'll go psycho if I wait much longer."

As grumpy as Katsuki was about it, it was understandable. He would go psycho if he couldn't see her, too.

"Still don't think you should be gone for so long," He grumbled, moving his eggs back and forth on his plate with his chopsticks. "The hell am I supposed to do here? I don't start work again for a whole week."

"Oh, poor Kat," Y/N teased. "What ever will he do in this beautiful apartment, in this gorgeous neighborhood? Surely he'll die of boredom."

"Fuck off."

"Should I leave a cardboard cutout of me behind? Better yet, should I sneak you in my carryon bag? That way you can come to my family dinners, I'm sure you'd love that," She said sarcastically. She inhaled the rest of her eggs in the silence that followed. When he didn't respond, she froze. "Don't tell me you actually want the cutout."

"Not that, dumbass," He snapped.

"What, you wanna come with me?"

Bakugou leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms with a defensive scowl. Yeah, he definitely wanted to come, but was that being too... clingy?

It was too late to back out now. "What if I do?"

"You... actually wanna meet my parents?"

He shrugged. "Yeah. So what?"

"You're such a liar," Y/N laughed. "You hate meeting new people."

"Only fucking stupid people."

Y/N rested against her armrest and sipped her coffee again. "And if you end up thinking they're stupid?"

"They won't be," He said adamantly.

"Yeah? How are you so sure?"

Katsuki stood up and collected their dishes. "They raised the best person I know. They're not fucking stupid."

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"Oh my God, Kiri, it's one week. We will literally be back in seven days," Y/N protested into her phone. She shifted in her seat a bit– why the hell were airport chairs so uncomfortable? "Yes, seven days. I promise." Another pause while Kirishima yelled through the phone. "Oh my God, I'm hanging up now. I'm hanging up!"

"He does that," Bakugou muttered while Y/N put her phone in her backpack. "I went out of town for work once and he lost his shit. I was gone three days."

Y/N snorted. "Should we take him to a specialist for separation anxiety?"

"No, he'll get attached to the specialist."

Y/N and Bakugou laughed at each other's terrible jokes in the terminal, a few elderly couples eyeing them angrily.

"Should we get food before we board? I don't think they'll have anything good in the plane," Y/N sighed. "It'll be our last real meal for, like, 9 hours."

"I'm not worried about it."

She rolled her eyes. "You don't worry about anything though. I'm gonna go look for something edible." Just after she stood up, the PA blared through the airport.

"Now boarding first class flight 495 to New York."

"That's us," Katsuki grunted. He stood up and grabbed Y/N's wrist to pull her towards the ticket master.

"No it's not, dumbass. We're in coach," She argued. He didn't seem to listen, still guiding the two of them to the front. "Hey! Are you listening to me?"

Bakugou pulled out his phone and showed it to the ticket master who scanned them. Idiot, Y/N thought. Is this his first fucking time on a–

"Oh, Dynamight sir! Let me call someone to grab your things. It'll be just a moment. Thank you for flying with us today," The man gushed. "Is there anything we can do to make your flight more comfortable? We have a large selection of services for our VIP flyers–"

Y/N's jaw dropped. "What the fuck?"

"She'll need a meal, but we can order once we're on," Bakugou said nonchalantly.

"Are you kidding? How the hell–"

"Dynamight, sir! Let us take your bags off your hands." Two rather attractive flight attendants had approached from behind them, startling Y/N a bit. Katsuki handed his backpack to one of them but Y/N hesitated.

"Uh... I wanna hold onto mine. Thanks though."

"Of course, ma'am. Let us show you to your seats."

Y/N turned to look at Bakugou for answers, but he wasn't giving any. Without noticing her shock he began to follow their guides to the boarding tunnel. It took her a moment to process what was happening and join them.

What the hell was going on?

"The first class on the plane you had booked didn't have the right accommodations for our VIP guests, so we'll be boarding a different vehicle. Will that be alright, sir?" One of the beautiful attendants asked. "We want to make sure you and your guest have everything you'll need."

"Yup," Bakugou replied. "Whatever works."

Y/N took a few bigger steps to catch up to him and match his pace. "What in the hell is going on, Kat? I can't afford this shit, how are we gonna–"

"I got it. Relax, Tinkerbell."

"I am not relaxed. We're not even going on the same plane. What the fuck is happening? We're still going to the states, right?"

Her questions weren't angry, just shocked, but Katsuki knew that. Actually, he thought it was pretty funny, but knew it wasn't the time to tease. He'd do that later.

At the end of the tunnel was a fancy looking escalator that reached what definitely had to be the plane door. Y/N grabbed Bakugou's arm to step onto the same step and she looked up at him with a glare. "You better explain once we're seated."

He hummed a soft hmm, a small smile dancing across his face. He clearly found the whole thing quite amusing which only made Y/N more frustrated. She turned away with a bit of defiance but didn't let go of his arm.

One of the attendants opened the door while the other entered the plane and turned to greet them. "Welcome aboard! Feel free to find a seat. We'll let you know before we initiate takeoff." With that, both attendants turned left into the cockpit and both of them were left alone.

Completely alone. There wasn't anyone else on the plane.

Actually, was it even a plane? This was a private jet, Y/N was sure of it; instead of rows of uncomfortable seats, there was a gorgeous seating area with couches and a table, all with the comfiest looking cushions she'd ever seen. Even the walls and floors were padded. To top it off, there were two other compartments towards the back– Y/N spied a bed in one and a sink in the other.

Along the walls were shelves of different kinds of rich people alcohols– brandys, scotches, gins, fine wines, and a bunch of others that Y/N didn't even recognize.

This couldn't be real.

"Katsuki, there is no way this is right," Y/N said adamantly. "This isn't first class, this is... this is, like, psychotic millionaire type shit. Billionaire, actually."

He was laughing at this point, much to Y/N's frustration. He strode into the room and onto one of the expensive-looking sofas, propping his feet up on the adjacent couch and putting his hands behind his head. He eyed her with a wicked glint in his eye. "Keep talking, this is hilarious."

"Bakugou, I can't afford this! You can't afford this!" Y/N cried.

"That's true. Good thing we didn't pay for it."

"What, are we fucking stealing a jet?"

Bakugou laughed and crossed his arms to relax even further back into the couch. "My work paid for it. C'mere, we're gonna take off soon."

In a bit of a panic, Y/N obeyed and came to sit next to him. He grabbed her bag and set it on the dining table in front of them. "Relax, Y/N. You're gonna blow a nerve." He turned to look at her and smiled wider. "You scared?"

"I'm not scared," She snapped back. "I just... you're sure we're supposed to be here?"

"You heard the lady. Anything for Dynamight."

After Y/N got the confirmation she needed she turned to peek over the back of the couch at the rest of the room; it was a bit too tall to look over so she climbed onto her knees to get a better view of the other compartments.

"I can't believe there's a fucking bed in here. This is bonkers." She rested her chin on the back of the couch. "Not only that, it's probably the best bed we'll ever get to sleep on. The sheets are probably a kajillion dollars."

"Probably."

"And all that alcohol. That alone is worth more than my parents' house. Can you believe some people live like this every day? How wild is that?" When Y/N turned back to look at Bakugou he was staring at her, still looking rather amused. "What, you're not having fun?"

"Oh, I am," He said, not breaking her gaze. 

"Whatever. Imma go check out that bed."

Y/N was about to hop over the back of the couch but Bakugou's arm shot out and wrapped around her waist. Before she could even protest he had whipped her around effortlessly into the small bit of space between his legs, his other arm joining to keep her back firmly against his chest. "What did I just tell you? We're taking off soon, dumbass."

She was going to fight back but the door slipped open to the cockpit and Y/N let out a squeak before freezing in place. She was sitting in between Bakugou's legs with his arms wrapped around her waist– this had to be awkward for the attendant. Y/N's face got hot unreasonably fast.

"We're about to take off. Were you two able to get comfortable?"

"Very," Bakugou insisted as he pulled her in closer, only making Y/N's blush deepen with embarrassment; but the beautiful attendant seemed unfazed at their positioning. And since when was Bakugou this bold in front of other people?

"Once we've finished our ascent these red lights will turn off and you'll be free to roam the cabin as you please. If you'd like to place an order for food, you can view our options on this tablet and we'll knock before bringing out your meal." She placed a weirdly thin device on the table in front of them and stepped back into her position by the door. "Please let us know if there's anything we can do for you!"

"We will," Bakugou said.

"Uh, yes! Thank you very much," Y/N stammered.

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"Won't we get in trouble?" Y/N muttered.

Bakugou was standing before the wall of expensive alcohol with his arms crossed over his chest, viewing their options. "Why would we?"

"Cause we're still technically a few months away from the legal drinking age for Japan. I don't wanna get fined."

"Relax," Bakugou said. He grabbed a bottle from the shelf, read the contents, and put it back to find a different one. "They're not coming outta that cockpit until the flight's over."

"You don't know that."

The next bottle he observed was smaller than the rest with a heart shaped cork on the top. "Yeah I do. I opted for a 'don't disturb' trip. We're not seein' them again unless there's an emergency."

"The hell is a 'don't disturb' trip? That's really a thing?"

"For a fucking flight like this it is," He chuckled, gripping the neck of the pink bottle and examining the label. Love Potion 13. What the hell was that supposed to mean? It looked like regular alcohol.

"Whatcha find?"

Katsuki flinched when he realized Y/N was trying to peek over his shoulder and he frantically shoved it back on the shelf with the others, the clinking of the bottles ringing through the cabin. "Nothing," He snapped. "I'm finding a different one."

"Aww, you didn't like the cute little heart on the top?" Y/N joked with a lilt in her voice. Before Bakugou could protest she had already grabbed it for herself to observe and he mentally kicked himself for not putting it out of her reach.

"Were you considering smuggling me a love potion, Kat?" Her teasing voice was sing-songy and sickly sweet and it did nothing to help the awkward nerves he had.

"Love potions aren't real, dumbass," He muttered.

"Duh. This bottle's pretty though, huh?" She held it up to observe it under the hanging lights. Shimmers of rainbow light bounced off the crystal bottle and the heart topper seemed to be glowing a soft pink. "Damn. It feels wrong to open something this beautiful." She turned to look at Katsuki who was now eyeing her cautiously, waiting with a poorly hidden curiosity at what her next move might be. "Hmm. Feels more wrong to waste the opportunity."

He kept quiet and continued to watch as she grabbed the heart at the top, twisting slowly and eventually pulling it up. Weirdly enough, it wasn't a cork– it was a liquid dropper similar to a pipette. "Ooh, fancy," Y/N laughed. "Weird way to take a shot, but... when in Rome."

Without another word she lifted the vial to her lips and squeezed the contents onto her tongue.

"Wait a minute!" Bakugou snapped, grabbing the bottle and dropper from her hands. "We don't even know what's in this stuff."

"Uhh, alcohol, right? Isn't that the point?" Y/N retorted. She smacked her lips a few times. "Woah. That's definitely the best alcohol I've ever had. Tastes like... peach, I think. Like candied peaches. Holy shit, that's delicious!" She squeezed her eyes shut in bliss and tried to savor what was left on her tongue.

Bakugou wasn't listening. His eyes raked over the label, reading in silence for a moment before he looked back at her with an odd look on his face that Y/N couldn't decipher.

"What?"

"Um. You, uh... might start feeling a little weird."

"Again, isn't that the fucking point?"

Bakugou didn't know what else to do except to hand it back over so she could read it for herself.

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LOVE POTION 13

Introducing the revolutionary drink created by Miss Lust, the lead creator in mind-bending, sexual substances. Love Potion 13 will increase libido, sensitivity, blood flow, and desire. Make sure all participants are consenting before use.

Miss Lust is the beautiful mind behind the famous LOVE POTION products. Using her lust-enhancing quirk, she has pioneered a new age of sexual liberation through controlled substances! For more information, visit our website.

Recommended dose: 2-3 drops for beginners.

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2-3 drops. Fuck. How much did she drink? "Oh no. Oh fuck. I definitely had like... a full dropper. Shit. How many drops is that? Like... ten?"

Bakugou darted over to the overhead compartment where the flight attendant had dropped off his backpack and pulled out his laptop, whipping it open and sitting on the couch. He quickly entered the website from the bottle to begin scanning the page. "Dammit Y/N, why'd you drink that without reading the fucking label?" He grumbled.

Y/N put the bottle back onto the bar counter, trying to keep calm. "I thought this was all alcohol! How the hell was I supposed to know it was gonna be a real ass love potion?" She snapped back. She gripped the edges of the counter, trying to to face her upset boyfriend. "I'm not gonna die of poisoning or something, am I? Do we need to get the attendants?"

"That's what I'm checking," he grunted. He rubbed his chin and mouth in exasperation as he read through the different web pages of information. "It's all just near-naked pictures of Miss Lust. This is getting us fucking nowhere."

Y/N pulled out her phone, suddenly exceedingly grateful that the jet came with Wi-Fi. She searched Love Potion 13 overdose and waited in terrible anticipation. Her heart was starting to pick up in pace and she prayed to whatever God there was that it was from the panic and not the pink substance.

"Aha! A reddit thread," Y/N chirped.

What happens if you take more than the recommended dose of Love Potion 13? My partner and I wanna try upping the amount tonight ;)

Y/N tried not to cringe and skipped to the responses. They weren't making her feel much better.

-Definitely not recommended if you wanna have a normal night haha, my girlfriend and I took like 6 drops and the effects were kind of nuts. Pretty fun tho if you want a thrill

-Even the recommended dose can be a lot lol! Taking more won't hurt you but it'll definitely make you insatiable for at least a few hours

-OMG I CAN BARELY HANDLE THE RECOMMENDED DOSE LMAOO

-You can't overdose or anything but you'll definitely have a wild night with ur partner, make sure ur both cool with it beforehand cause shit gets crazy once it hits

"Found a different new site. Looks like it won't hurt you, but it'll feel pretty uh... strong," Bakugou said. He closed his laptop. "Do you want me to get the attendant?"

"God no," Y/N breathed. "That would be humiliating. The hell would we even say? 'Hey, Y/N here is about to get really horny. Just wanna let you know!'"

"Well... the site said it's gonna hit you in half an hour. What's the plan?"

Y/N sat on the floor and rubbed her temples to try and focus. "Shit," She whispered. What the hell was she supposed to do now? "I just ruined this whole thing."

The shame that had been brewing underneath her panic began to spill over into the rest of her body. Her muscles tightened and she pulled her knees to her chest to lean her forehead against them. "I'm sorry Kat. God, this sucks so hard." She rubbed her head against her palms to try and stifle her anger at herself.

Bakugou made his way over to her and crouched down in front of her. "C'mon, it's not that bad."

Y/N met his eyes and glared at him. "Not that bad?"

"Fine, it's pretty bad," He sighed. "But.. you're strong. You can handle this, right? We just gotta... find a distraction. Maybe if you're focused on somethin' else when it hits then it won't bother you."

"I took 3 times the normal dose, Katsuki. I don't think I'll be able to just ignore it."

"It's not like I haven't seen you when you're turned on before," Bakugou suggested. He was trying to make her feel better but he could tell he wasn't helping. "Probably won't be much different." It was a lie and he knew it.

"Kat, the word they used was insatiable."

Katsuki felt his cheeks get a bit warm. "Okay, so? I can... try and help," He muttered. That didn't sound too bad.

"No offense, but I dunno if you'll be able to keep up. It's supposed to last for hours, and you're... well, you're a dude. Your... refractory period is a lot longer, and it doesn't sound like I'll be able to... y'know, wait. Or stop myself, for that matter." Y/N turned to look at the bedroom. "I can come out once it's over."

It didn't feel right. Bakugou didn't want to shut her away in the other room for the rest of the flight– he'd wanted to spend it with her. Not only that, but he knew that locking her away would probably only make her symptoms worse.

Dammit. She was right though, he wouldn't be able to keep up like this.

Bakugou was on his feet and acting before he could stop himself. Without a word he unscrewed the bottle and let 3 drops of the pink liquid fall onto his tongue.

"KATSUKI! You fucking idiot! What the hell are you doing?"

"Keeping up," He said, licking the sticky peach liquid from his lips.

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"I don't feel anything," Y/N said. "Maybe everyone online is just dramatic."

"Could be," Bakugou shrugged. "Or maybe this bottle's a fluke."

The two of them sat on the floor of the plane, Y/N leaning her back against the wall and Bakugou against the couch. They weren't quite sure what else to do– it didn't feel right to be apart, so they'd decided to stay in the common area while they waited for the effects to hit, but they both were too nervous to get too close to one another. If the internet was correct, it might be a good idea to start at a safe distance.

Katsuki had put headphones in to try and attempt a minor distraction. In all honesty, he wasn't really listening– his mind was busy swirling with the anxiety of what was going to happen next. Unlike Y/N, he had taken the recommended dose, and it was a few minutes after her too.

Whatever he was going to feel would only be a fraction of what she would; but he wanted it that way. Online sources said that for men the love potion would eliminate the refractory period. That was why he'd taken those 3 drops: no refractory period meant he could help her as long as she needed, and he wanted to help as much as he could.

"Maybe we should eat," Y/N suggested. "If it's anything like alcohol, food could minimize the effects. I've got stuff in my bag... we can eat that so we don't have to order from the attendants." She climbed to her feet and stepped over Katsuki to grab her bag on the dining table.

As she passed, Katsuki caught the smallest whiff of her perfume as he breathed in. Wow. Had she always had that? It smelled amazing. He blinked a few times as he exhaled.

Y/N rustled through her backpack and pulled out a small bag of plane snacks. "Probably not as good as what the attendants could get us, but I don't wanna risk calling them in," She muttered. "C'mere, take your pick."

Bakugou obeyed, standing up and turning to sit on the couch with her. He hadn't meant to, but when he sat down he was much closer than intended– that sweet smell of her perfume was stronger now. He blinked a few times again to try and remember what she had said. Candy. He was picking candy.

"I've got suckers, chips... granola bars..." She stopped moving for a moment and looked up at him. "Damn, are you wearing cologne?"

"No," He huffed. "Are you wearing perfume?"

"No."

The silence stretched out while they stared at each other, unmoving. Katsuki was the first to break away from her gaze. "I'm not hungry." He slumped down into the couch and closed his eyes a bit to at least try and focus on his music.

"Suit yourself." Y/N dug out a sucker, ripping off the wrapped and popping it into her mouth. "I don't think the effects are that bad. I mean, you smell nice, but I think that's it so far. I feel pretty good."

Bakugou's chest was starting to feel a bit odd. His breathing had picked up, he was noticing that now– and his heart was pounding faster than normal. His adrenaline was up.

Y/N moved to the couch across from him to try and keep her distance. It had already been thirty minutes, but she didn't want to be blindsided by the effects– from her or from him. Neither of them knew what to expect.

Katsuki's eyes weren't closed anymore. He sat up slowly, unable to pry his eyes away from Y/N– specifically her mouth. She was on her phone now and didn't notice his staring, which caused a small shiver to run up his spine when her tongue lolled out of her mouth to lick up the flat loli.

He felt like a pervert, but no matter what he told himself he was unable to look away. Each time her tongue flicked over the sweet treat, an odd sensation surged through his veins and made him cross his arms tighter.

"Stop it," He muttered impatiently.

Y/N looked up from her phone, oblivious before but now understanding what was happening. "Shit. Bad choice on my part, sorry," She said, tossing it into the nearby trash can. This time, she didn't go back to her phone; she met his gaze and pulled her legs up onto the couch with her. "Do you... feel anything?"

"I dunno," He lied. "Do you?"

"I guess it feels a little hot in here. Is that just me?"

Bakugou shook his head. "No, it's hot," he agreed. He sat up a bit to shrug off his jacket.

The action made Y/N dizzy. All at once, the potion seemed to take its effect– her muscles felt weaker and a long shiver ran all the way through her body. Her heart began to race when she saw Bakugou's arms flex under his shirt as he tossed his jacket.

Y/N swore she could physically feel the potion seep into her bloodstream and spread to through her. It was warm– no, it was hot as her body pumped it to every extremity. Her breathing picked up and she couldn't help but squeeze her thighs together; but the friction made her shiver again. "Shit. I think I need a minute," She said under her breath, hopping up from the couch and making her way to the bathroom.

Bakugou wasn't doing much better. In an attempt to dull the sensations he pushed himself further into the couch, but it only made him feel more hot; with Y/N out of the room, he ripped his shirt off over his head and tossed it aside with his jacket.

The thrumming of the potion in his body was making his head cloudy. Whatever anxiety he'd felt before was long gone, now replaced with a heavy need. This was a lot stronger than he thought it was gonna be. Bakugou moved to the edge of the couch and leaned forward onto his knees with his elbows, running his fingers through his hair repeatedly to try and shake the relentless heat spreading across his face.

He didn't expect to feel so dazed. A few deep breaths didn't help– in fact, it only seemed to aid the surge of sensitivity that racked his body. When the wave hit his dick, he doubled over with a shaky breath.

Bakugou sat back, which he regretted almost immediately. The friction from his movement sent a jolt of red hot pleasure through his body and his jaw dropped open in a soft moan when he reached down to palm his erection. Fuck, the relief was indescribable. No way was he gonna be able to pull his hand away. Thank God Y/N wasn't here to see that he–

Y/N. Shit. Was she okay?

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Funny enough, Y/N had also taken her shirt off. And her pants. The heat that seemed to radiate from her body somehow wasn't apparent in her reflection aside from her flushed face. How was there not a single drop of sweat? She wished she could sweat right now– then maybe she could fucking cool off.

Y/N gripped the edge of the counter as her body heaved with every breath and nudged the bathroom door open with her foot in hopes that a draft might enter the little room. Nope, it was hot out there too, and heating up as every second passed. Jesus Christ.

With nothing else helping, Y/N slumped to the floor with her back pressed against the counter. There was no way she was going to be able to ignore the feeling between her legs for much longer. She'd never experienced arousal at this level. It was primal, desperate, and unavoidable– at this point, there was really only one way to solve it.

She finally let her hand snake down her body, even the sensation from that making her breathing pick up again. When her fingers barely brushed her clit, even over her panties, her body seized up and she cried out. Loud. How could one small touch feel that overwhelming?

Before she could continue, she saw Bakugou's hand grip the side of the door and slide it open the rest of the way, both of them now having a clear view of each other. It felt like ages that he stood there, staring at her with his chest rising and falling.

"Why the hell aren't you wearing a shirt? Are you trying to torture me?" Y/N whined. She closed her eyes and turned away to try and avoid the onslaught of hormones from seeing his bare chest.

Bakugou took another shaky breath. "It hit you too, huh?"

Katsuki's voice seemed to bounce around in her head and heighten the arousal she felt. Now it was getting physically difficult to breathe, and the heat was reaching unbearable heights. "It's hot," She gasped out. "Fuck. It hurts."

"It's hurting you?" When she looked at him this time, he was holding each side of the doorway, watching her closely with concern. Bakugou had always been attractive– he was physically fit with a wickedly beautiful face, and his mannerisms only added to the dominance he exuded. It's everything her body told her she needed right now. The hormones coursing through her surged when he said, "Let me take care of you, Tinkerbell."

Y/N clawed at her skin. Now that she had seen him, there was no alternative. It had to be him. Her body craved him in every sense; his voice, his warmth, his body– he could take care of her. He could fix this. He could end the unbearable heat and make her feel better. Y/N wasn't sure if it was the potion, but she trusted him more in that moment than she ever had. "Help me," She begged.

It was all the confirmation Katsuki needed. He fell to his knees and crawled over her shaking body. "I'm going to make the pain stop," He promised, holding the back of her neck and peppering soft kisses over her face. "I'm gonna make you feel good, baby. Promise."

His lips made her delirious. "Can you stand?" She heard him ask. She could only shake her head no in response, worrying that they wouldn't be able to continue, but the ground disappeared from under her and she realized he had lifted her up. Y/N wanted to look at him desperately but she was far too dizzy.

He set her down in a standing position in front of the sink, but his arms were still wrapped tightly around her waist for support. "Find your legs, Tinkerbell," He whispered. "Bend over for me."

At the promise of relief, Y/N was able to rest her weight against the countertop with her elbows. His fingertips danced across her bare stomach and she almost moaned when he said, "There you go. Hold still, alright?"

She couldn't have moved if she wanted to– she was surprised that he was even able to get her to stand on her feet. Her body ached with desperation at how slowly everything was unfolding. "Kat," She groaned impatiently.

"I know," He said. He hooked his fingers into the sides of her panties and slid them down her legs, a string of her slick connecting to the fabric and making Bakugou exhale shakily in anticipation. Once her panties reached her ankles he lifted her foot to fully remove them and toss them to the side.

Y/N gasped when she felt his hands hold the back of her thighs firmly before spreading them open, making her lower a bit until her stomach touched the cold marble of the counter. The cold air against her sopping wet cunt made her shiver involuntarily. Anticipation churned in her stomach as she waited.

"Katsuki, I need– Ohhhh shit," She moaned.

Somewhere in the back of her mind where the rest of her conscious thoughts were she had assumed he was going to fuck her against the counter, but instead of his cock she felt his tongue glide up through the folds of her pussy.

The relief was explosive and immediate– without warning and without another touch, she was cumming. Bakugou stared in awe as Y/N convulsed in front of him. Unable to help himself, he used his thumbs to pull apart her folds and watch her hole spasm around nothing. "Kat," Y/N whined. "I think... I think I need–"

He wasn't listening. Overpowered by his own lust and the need to watch it happen again, he closed his mouth around her entire heat and started again, letting his tongue glide through her slick with ease and lap it into his mouth to taste.

Peaches. The potion made her taste like peaches.

Bakugou's eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head as he continued. He could feel her squirming and panting above him, so he gripped her hips hard to hold her still as he licked and tasted every part of her cunt. She was downright addictive– this was dangerous. He could spend hours with his face in between her legs.

Once again without warning, Y/N came undone from his mouth, and Katsuki slipped his tongue as deep as he could to feel her walls clench around him mercilessly. He was pretty sure it was the hottest thing she'd ever done, finishing on his tongue like that. He was becoming ravenous for this.

When he pulled away from her for a breath he couldn't stop the groan from slipping past his slick-covered lips. "Do that again," He ordered, this time using his hand to rub tight circles against her clit, and she did as he commanded; just in time, he pushed his tongue back inside her.

She was powerless to stop him as she clenched and tightened around him once more, the orgasm even more powerful than the last with the stimulation to her clit. He was free to live out his sick fantasies with her pussy, and she couldn't be more relieved to let him as the pleasure washed over her in waves.

"I... I need you deeper," She begged. It didn't matter that she'd already cum three times; in her lust ridden body it still felt like she needed to finish. Relief was temporary and explosive, but the unrelenting need always rose back to the surface. Her insides throbbed mercilessly around his tongue as her legs shook.

Y/N felt two fingers slide into her pussy with ease and her eyes squeezed shut at the intrusion. There was no pain, only the spasming of her walls around him as he felt around inside her.

She whimpered when Bakugou pulled his fingers apart in a scissor motion to stretch her further. The motion made her body tense against him, but he didn't seem to notice. In the mirror she could see him staring right at her cunt in a way that could only be described as pure desire. Bakugou's fingers bent at the knuckle and he moved around to find that spot she loved.

When he found it, Y/N gasped and he responded with a wicked grin. "There it is," He said lowly, beginning to piston his fingers in and out to rub against the spot repeatedly. "Right here? Does that feel good, sweetheart?"

The sensation on its own had almost sent her towards her next orgasm, but the pet name falling from Bakugou's lips was what pushed her over the edge again. It was so unnatural to hear him use terms of endearment but it was such a turn on. "God, you get so tight when you finish," Katsuki gushed, not letting up on his ministrations and instead going harder to make her orgasm last longer. "Fuck. There we go."

At this point it was clear that Katsuki was doing this much more for himself than he was for Y/N. He was fulfilling his needs even more than hers, regardless of her countless orgasms– he hadn't finished once but was more riled up than he'd ever been.

He could do whatever he wanted to her helpless little cunt, and he was getting off on it, too.

Somehow Y/N was able to push herself up and off the counter to turn around and look at him. "Bedroom," Was all she could say before her muscles started giving up again. Katsuki was quick; be bent down and hoisted her weak body over his shoulder without hesitation and walked them into the other room.

After lowering her onto the bed, Bakugou finally pressed his lips to hers with a sigh. "You taste like heaven, you know that? Lemme taste you again," He said, about to move his head back between her legs, but Y/N grabbed his jaw and pulled him back up.

"I need you to fuck me. I need your dick this time," She said. "Please."

He almost didn't listen– he was in a frenzy of sorts, desperate to pry her legs apart again and devour more of her– but the look of sheer desperation in her eyes sent a wave of desire right to his throbbing cock. He'd gotten used to the ache while he'd eaten her out, but with her words he realized just how badly he wanted to feel her cum on his dick instead.

Bakugou nodded at her and she released him, allowing him to sit back and pull his raging hard on from his pants, giving it a few pumps before doubling over at the sensation. He'd almost forgotten how significantly the potion impacted his sensitivity. A shiver ran up his spine and he choked out a moan in front of her.

"Kat, hurry," She begged.

Katsuki grabbed Y/N's thighs and yanked her onto his lap to line his cock up with her dripping entrance. Rubbing the tip against her throbbing hole made a smile form across his dangerously handsome face. As lovely as it would be to tease her, he knew now wasn't the time– he pushed inside of her slowly, crawling on top of her as he did so and watching her face contort in relief.

"Does that feel good, baby? Can you feel my dick in you?" He rocked into her and she moaned against his lips in desperation. "Aw, don't get shy on me now. Do you like my cock?"

Once again, Y/N didn't respond, much too overwhelmed at the pleasure he was forcing her into. "Pretty girl. Going dumb on my cock, arentcha?" He teased, kissing the tip of her nose gently before rocking into her again. "Good girl. Y'look so beautiful like this."

Y/N wasn't quite sure what he was saying; she only knew that each word seemed to send her spiraling deeper and deeper into the sensations, making her clench and throb as he worked his way in and out of her wet cunt.

Katsuki picked up the pace, but this time he hooked his arms under her thighs and pulled them up by her chest, trapping her against the bed as he plunged his cock deeper and deeper inside her. "Fuck, you got tight. You like when I split you open like this, pretty girl?"

She cried out in response when he started thrusting harder. "W-wait, Kats, I think I'm gonna cum again–"

"There she is," He teased. "Thought I lost ya there. You wanna cum for me?"

Y/N nodded frantically which only spurred him on. He pushed against her legs harder to keep her still and kicked into high gear, going so deep he swore he was in her stomach. The angle had Y/N seeing stars and he didn't let up, even when her orgasm came crashing down and made her clamp hard against his dick like a vice.

The clenching of her walls sent Katsuki spiraling into his own orgasm, his hips seizing as his cock pumped out rope after rope of his cum into her spasming cunt; he came so hard he nearly lost consciousness from the pleasure.

A moment later Bakugou was panting for air, trying to recover a bit. Y/N was breathing just as desperately but still looking a bit dazed. Her chest rose and fell over the passing seconds and seeing her like this was doing things to him again. When he shifted his hips he felt the cum seeping out around his dick while her pussy continued to flutter around him.

That was enough to awaken his arousal once more and Bakugou wanted to sing praises to whoever made that fucking potion. Ever so gently he began moving back and forth, the mixture of his cum and her slick letting him push back inside her with ease. He moved to perch above her again. "How are you feelin, love? Do you want me to stop?"

Still a bit delirious, Y/N shook her head no. "Keep going," She breathed.

And they did.

For the next several hours, Bakugou ruined her over and over again, and each time she came with a cry of his name. It woke a part of Katsuki that he didn't realize was there– an insatiable need to force her into overwhelming pleasure as many times as he was able. Each time she cried out for him or grabbed at him desperately, it made his cock stiffen up again and he couldn't help but wreck her insides once more.

Katsuki took overwhelming pride in his ability to do this to her. Potion or not, he knew this need to please her and make her scream for him wasn't ever going to fade. For hours he used his dick, his hands, and his hips to send her into total explosive bliss. He'd lost count of the amount of orgasms they both had– dozens, probably, and it didn't end until the early hours of the next morning.

When the potion had finally subsided, the two of them were barely able to move from exhaustion, but that didn't stop Bakugou from carrying her to the shower with sore arms and making sure to hold her up under the stream of hot water. Without a word spoken between them, Katsuki washed and dried the both of them before laying her down gently under the satin bedspread.

He kissed her forehead before climbing in next to her, pulling her against him as they drifted off to the deepest sleep of their lives.

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The next morning was hell on Earth.

Y/N was positive she'd never felt this level of soreness before. With every movement her muscles ached and screamed at her; the headache wasn't much better. It felt like a full body hangover.

She was embarrassed when Bakugou seemed to be doing just fine. He'd woken up with his alarm and packed their things to allow her a few more minutes of sleep—it seemed he could tell she needed the rest. When it was time to eventually hoist herself to her feet, she groaned at the sting of her muscles and hunched over against the wall to ease the pain. "Jesus," She muttered.

It wasn't until she slipped her shirt on that Y/N realized two things: One, the hum of the engine was gone and the soft rocking of the plane had stopped. They must have landed—And two, there were small bruises and red marks all along her body. Thank God none of them would be visible with a regular outfit, but even viewing them now made her cheeks flush.

They'd had sex before, obviously, but last night was different. The way Katsuki spoke to her wasn't something she'd ever seen from him. Pet names and terms of endearment had fallen from his lips with ease, and he'd been so... gentle? No, that wasn't the word. He was comforting, protective, so sure of what he was doing as he'd ripped orgasm after orgasm out of her. Had Bakugou called her 'sweetheart'?

That word alone seemed to, in a way, subdue her. Coming from someone else it might make her uncomfortable at how condescending it sounded, but that wasn't at all the way it had come across. When Bakugou said it, it felt right. Safe, even. Maybe because she knew he didn't look down on her?

There was no way she'd hear him call her that again, and it made her heart sink. Y/N didn't know how much of his behavior the previous night was because of the potion; he'd taken it too, after all. How much of that tenderness and sweetness was just induced by the aphrodisiac?

Y/N didn't want to think about it anymore.

She slid open the small door to the rest of the plane. Katsuki was sitting at the dining table with papers and manila folders strew across the surface of it, seemingly picking through it to find something. And he...

...was wearing glasses?

Bakugou looked up at her when he heard the door open. "Oh, you're up." It took him a few seconds to realize why she was eyeing him like that, and in a flash, he reached up to yank them off his face.

"You wear glasses?" Y/N gawked. "What the fuck? Why didn't I know this?"

"I don't," He huffed out. After realizing how stupid it sounded, he rubbed his eyes in defeat. "I mean, I guess I do, I just usually wear contacts instead."

Y/N shook her head in disbelief. "Why? With glasses you look so..." It was hard to find the right word. "I dunno, non-threatening?"

"That's why I don't wear them. Plus, they're fucking annoying during hero work, you gotta keep track of 'em and they get all dirty so... contacts are just more convenient."

"How come you're wearing them now then?" Y/N questioned. She took a seat next to him at the table.

"I uh... like 'em better. For reading and stuff. They don't bug my eyes as much."

Y/N picked his frames up from the table and looked through them curiously. "You should wear them all the time then. Just switch to contacts during hero work."

"No."

"Why not?"

"I don't want everyone freaking out about it," He muttered. "You know how they'd react. Kiri would flip his shit. Deku, too. Just... don't wanna deal with that. It's stupid."

"They'd probably freak at first, but if you give it time it'd become normal. They'd only be surprised 'cause you look so... different, I guess?" Y/N suggested. "But I think they suit you."

He gave her a suspicious look.

"I mean it. They look good on you," She protested. She unfolded them before holding them up, silently asking for permission; Bakugou didn't protest, so she slowly slid them over his ears and leaned back to look at his face, propping her elbow up on the table to lean on and observe. "Yup. Looks pretty hot to me."

"Fuck off."

"Really, Kat! You look like you could explain calculus to me. I'd probably listen, too."

"Because you think I look smart or because you think I look hot?"

"Both. I listen to hot smart people."

Bakugou laughed at that. "Oh yeah? Then go put some pants on, dumbass. The plane landed a bit ago, they're waiting for us to leave."

"Yes sir!"

Katsuki rolled his eyes and began gathering up his paperwork, but he had to fight back a smile as she left the room.

~~~

"Put this on." Y/N pushed a bundle of different accessories into Bakugou's arms once they were at the end of the exit tunnel. "And put your hood up."

"The hell is all this for?"

Y/N was putting on a face mask and sunglasses as she responded. "The American fucking media circus. Not as many paparazzies as Cali, but if we get recognized it'll be just as bad." She was right—when she looked up and pulled her hood over her head, she was unidentifiable. "Trust me. We do not want to be recognized. C'mon, put it on."

Bakugou frowned a bit in protest but eventually slipped on the Yankee's cap and face mask.

"Hood, too. Hurry up."

He rolled his eyes and obeyed. "Seriously?" He grumbled. "I'm not even from here."

Y/N shook her head. "Doesn't matter. These people are fucking ruthless. If they smell even an ounce of popularity it becomes a mob. Stay close, 'kay?" She slipped her fingers through his and pulled him out the exit door into the terminal. If they hadn't been in such a hurry, Bakugou stomach would've done somersaults at the innocent gesture.

What surprised Bakugou the most was the volume. It sounded as if everyone in the room was talking to each other via shouting. Screeches from children and loud, echoing laughs bounced off the walls of the foyer. "Holy shit," He muttered, barely able to hear his own voice over the cacophony of sound.

"Let's go!" Y/N said, pulling him by his hand and weaving them through the large crowds.

Katsuki didn't like it. Why were there so many people here, and how were they all so comfortable being this crammed together? The only thing that made him feel better was the fact that Y/N never kept them in the same spot for long; whenever she spotted an opening, she lunged for it and pulled him right along with her. The world felt like it was getting smaller and smaller the longer they were there, but she hurried nonetheless, staying consistent and bold in her navigation.

After several minutes of ducking and weaving, they finally exited the building. Bakugou realized he'd held his breath for most of the terminal and took several large gulps of air. The outside smelled like rain and car exhaust, but he was happy to get away from the tight confines of the crowds.

"C'mon, let's catch this bus!" Y/N said. "The next one won't be for a while." Still holding his hand tightly, she led them both towards the street and then onto the narrow entrance of the vehicle.

Y/N stopped to pull a small card out of her wallet and tapped it against a device by the window, but when she did so, a small beep came from it and it flashed red. "Dammit! My pass expired. Kat, my wallet is in my backpack, I've got cash in—"

"We don't take cash," The driver grunted. "No pass, no entry. Off my bus." He pointed a meaty finger at the entrance.

Bakugou's brow furrowed at how rude the man was to Y/N. He was about to snap at him, but then—

"Wait, Leonardo?" Y/N questioned. "Leo, it's me!"

The bus driver stared at her. "That supposed to mean something to me, sweetheart?"

Y/N whipped her head around to see if anyone was looking before pulling off her mask and sunglasses with one hand.

The large grumpy man, apparently named Leo, squinted at her for a moment before barking out a laugh. "Ai, mija, where have you been? We thought you were dead! Poor Peter nearly died of a broken heart!"

Y/N slipped her mask back on but opted for putting her sunglasses in her backpack. "I almost was dead," Y/N snorted. "You wouldn't believe the year I've had."

"Come over for dinner soon, Jesse and I wanna hear all about it. Who's your friend, mija?"

Y/N jumped a bit. "Oh! Yeah, this is Katsuki, my..." Fuck. They hadn't really talked about this. Would he be alright saying that they were dating? A few months prior he'd hated the idea, but—

"Boyfriend," Bakugou finished for her.

Leo's shook his head. "Dios mío Y/N, you disappear for a year and come back with a man? Sit your ass down. Qué te pasa..." He muttered, nodding his head over his shoulder in a gesture for her to find a seat. "Come stop by the apartment later, okay mija? And you! If I hear that you've caused even a lick of trouble for her, I'll scalp your pretty head. Comprende?"

Bakugou didn't understand half of the words the man was using, but knew a threat when he heard one. He inhaled sharply and was about to pull down his mask and ready a proper insult before Y/N snatched his wrist and yanked him down the bus isle. "He's got it! Thanks Leo!"

He huffed in frustration as Y/N shoved him into the window seat a few isles back and trapped him in as she sat down herself. The only people near them were turned away or asleep, so Y/N pulled her mask down under her chin. "Sorry. Didn't wanna draw any more attention," she said. "He's a good guy. Just a bit... protective, I guess. It wasn't personal."

Bakugou rolled his eyes but chose not to argue, opting for sliding off his mask as well. "Old friend?"

"Yeah. Best buddies with my dad. They've lived in the apartment under us since I was a baby."

He suddenly felt a bit grateful that she'd pulled him away before he could yell at him. Upsetting Y/N's dad's best friend wouldn't have been a great opener. "Where to now?"

Y/N pulled out her phone. "If the bus routes are the same, we'll be dropped off right outside my parents' complex. Should be less than 20 minutes." After verifying with whatever navigation app she was on, she slouched back onto the seat. "Fuck. Running was not a good idea. My whole body hurts."

Bakugou stared at her for a moment before the realization dawned on him, and then his cheeks flushed pink with embarrassment. They hadn't really talked about last night, which was odd considering it was all he'd been thinking about that day.

He didn't want to be focused on it. Really, he didn't—it was incredibly inconvenient to get semi-hard in public places, so whenever he found his thoughts drifting to images of Y/N underneath him, crying out for him, making his insides feel hot and twisted and—

Stop it, he told himself. You're doing it again. Glancing at Y/N made his teeth clench with regret. He'd tried to be gentle; Bakugou wanted nothing more than to make Y/N feel good and subdue that insatiable heat from the potion, but had it been too much? He didn't want to hurt her, yet here she was, clearly in pain.

The effect from Love Potion 13 was obviously more intense for Y/N than it was for him, but that didn't mean it wasn't still strong. It was strong enough to keep him confident and, well... hard... for as long as she needed him; but it messed with his head, too. When he remembered the different things he'd called her and the things he'd said... had it been too much? He knew his behavior hadn't been normal, but... that didn't mean it wasn't genuine.

"Hey. What's goin' on in there?" Y/N teased as she tapped a finger to his temple.

The touch made Katsuki jump a bit and he grabbed her wrist to stop her. "Knock it off, Tinkerbell," He warned.

"Well, are you listening yet? There's some important shit we've gotta cover."

"The hell does that mean?"

"I gotta prep you to meet my family. You're gonna wanna know this. I made a list, see?" She waved a small piece of paper in front of his face.

Bakugou felt his stomach do flips.

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Bakugou fought villains and criminals for a living. How hard could it be to meet his girlfriend's family?

According to Y/N, very hard.

"...Swearing is fine. Actually, I'm gonna encourage it. It'll make my dad laugh. Don't talk shit about the Yankees... actually, don't talk about baseball. That's a whole can of worms we shouldn't open. Fuck, what else?" Y/N tapped her pencil against her list with urgency, her anxiety spilling over and making her eye twitch. "I know I'm forgetting something..."

"It can't be that bad," Bakugou muttered—but it sounded like he was trying to convince both of them and not just her.

"Um, my family's very physical. They'll probably hug you without asking. The TV stays on, my mom likes the noise—and the apartment is small. Like, really small." Y/N bit her lip. "New York is really expensive. It won't be as nice as what you're used to, it'll probably—"

"Tinkerbell."

She turned to look at him as only the sound of rain hitting the bus filled the silence. Even from just a glance he could see how nervous she was, her eyes big with worry and her fingers fidgeting with the list in her lap.

"Why're you scared?"

"I'm not scared, I just... they're a lot. I know this is like, super out of your comfort zone, and I thought a list might make it easier but..." She looked down at the list with an annoyed look. "This is just makin' it worse, huh?"

He didn't say yes or no, but responded with a firm, "Put the list away. We don't need that shit." When she looked a bit embarassed he added, "It'll be fine. Promise."

"You're right." Y/N crumbled the paper and put it in her jacket pocket. "Just paranoid is all. It's been a while since I've seen them, too." She looked past him and out the window. "They don't really know the full story."

"Which story? All For One or the Yaoroshi shit?"

"Uh... both."

"Didn't you keep in contact?"

"Of course I did," Y/N objected. "But at the same time, I didn't really wanna worry them, so I left out some of the scarier details. They never really wanted me to do hero work. My parents came around, but Sara didn't."

Bakugou frowned. That name wasn't on the list, and he was sure Y/N hadn't mentioned it before. "Sara."

"My little sister."

~~~

Sure, finding out that his girlfriend had a sibling was a little outta nowhere, but it wasn't that bad.

Right?

Y/N took a deep, shaky breath before knocking on the door. She was right– the apartment had to be quite small based on how thin the space was between this door and the next. What it lacked in width, though, it definitely make up for in height.

Almost immediately after Y/N's knock, shouting could be heard from within the building. Bakugou couldn't quite make out the muffled words but the volume made him jump a bit. The situation he was in finally seemed to hit him; in a few moments, he was going to meet Y/N's parents.

Shit. What was he wearing? Had he done his hair?

Before Bakugou was able to ask himself another anxiety induced question, the door whipped open.

There were maybe 5 or so seconds of dead silence as the man at the door stared at him. He had the same hair color as Y/N, but a sharper jaw and nose, and he wore a very oversized Yankees jersey.

Then the door slammed shut.

Katsuki was completely bewildered. Had they gotten the wrong house?

Y/N curled her hand into a fist and smashed it against the door loudly. "Dad, you asshole! Open the door now!"

"What's the password?"

When another moment of silence passed, Bakugou was pretty sure that Y/N didn't know the password, but the look on her face was... embarassment? "Seriously? I have a guest. You're being rude to your guest. Open the damn door."

"No password, no entry."

Y/N yelled and slammed her fist against the door again. "OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR!"

Bakugou heard a chuckle from the other side of the door, and Y/N's dad spoke again– "C'mon, kiddo, just once."

She backed up from the door but didn't turn to look at Bakugou when she muttered, "You heard of the three little pigs?"

"Uhh... the story with the wolf?"

"Uh huh."

"Yeah, I know it."

Y/N pursed her lips. "After my quirk appeared, I threatened to blow down a door one time, and now my dad makes me pretend to be the big bad wolf when I knock."

Katsuki was only able to hold in his laughter for about 4 seconds before he couldn't help it anymore and it ripped from his throat. He clamped a hand over his mouth but it was too late.

Y/N punched his shoulder in embarassed anger, and they heard from the other side of the door, "Funny, right? I keep tellin' her."

"Just fucking let me in."

"Or what?"

Y/N closed her eyes and sighed in defeat. "Or I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in." This had to be a new low for her, saying that in front of Bakugou; especially as he continued to laugh at her.

The door opened once again, and this time the man was beaming at them. "There she is! So glad you could make it!" His arm shot out and yanked Y/N in for a rather aggressive hug, planting a kiss on the top of her head and pretending the previous few minutes hadn't happened. "Took you long enough. A whole year, Y/N? Really?"

"Sorry, next time I'll reschedule my fucking abduction."

When Y/N's dad laughed, it seemed to boom throughout the whole street and Katsuki almost jumped. At least he knew where she got her volume from. The man looked back at Bakugou with kind eyes. "Come on in, kiddo. You like Mexican food? My friend brought us some leftovers yesterday." Katsuki wasn't sure how he felt about being called kiddo, but from this man it felt... nice?

"Leo?" Y/N asked. "He drove us here. Threatened to scalp Katsuki, too."

"Ah. 'M afraid that's my doing... told him to scare off any men around you, but forgot to let him know that boyfriends don't get scalped." The way he said 'boyfriends' was sing-songy, clearly meant to tease and embarrass Y/N. He reached his hand out to Katsuki. "I'm Milo, but you can also call me little pig if you want."

Okay, maybe he was kind of funny. Funny enough to make a small smile form in the corner of Katsuki's mouth at least. "Bakugou." He took Milo's hand and shook it, a bit surprised at how strong the man's grip was.

"Get in here, your mom is gonna flip her shit when she sees you. You too, kiddo."

They were both ushered inside.

The first thing Katsuki noticed was the smell: Coffee and vanilla, the two scents he so often associated with Y/N, but in this setting it was so much more powerful.

It was indeed quite small. A round dining table was at the center of the room, and along the left wall was the kitchen– a small area with counters, a sink, and an oven, but very little operating space. To the right of the table was a small sofa and an old TV with a door to the side of it; one of the bedrooms, Katsuki presumed. On the sofa sat a young girl, maybe 16, shooting him the glare of a lifetime.

Sara, He thought. That had to be her.

"Who is he?" The young girl spat.

Milo pinched the bridge of his nose. "Sara, we talked about this. This is Bakugou, Y/N's boyfriend." When Sara didn't respond, he continued. "And if you don't hug your sister you're sleeping on the balcony with that stupid cat."

"I like the cat."

"Hug your damn sister."

Sara got off the couch with an angry huff and waltzed towards her older sibling. Despite the show she'd put on, it did seem like she wanted to hug her; the embrace was long and Y/N held her tightly. "You done being a brat now? I missed you," Y/N scolded.

The younger sibling (who Bakugou was realizing looked scarily similar to Y/N, just a young teen version with longer hair) tilted her head back to look up at her sister and brushed a hand along her new scar. "Who did this to you? A criminal, or one of those fucking heroes?" The last word was said with so much venom it almost made Bakugou recoil.

Okay, so Y/N wasn't being dramatic when she said Sara didn't like heroes.

Y/N sighed. "Can we not argue while I'm here?"

The hug only ended when the bedroom door opened and a woman stepped out. Once again, the woman looked almost identical to Y/N, but her hair was a different color. "Oh, my baby is finally home!" The woman cried, at Y/N's side in less that a second and showering the top of her head with kisses.

As Sara pulled away to make room for her mom, she turned to Bakugou, looking him up and down before glaring into his eyes again. Bakugou didn't shy away from the glare, he only stared. He wasn't stupid. He recognized that Sara was trying to intimidate him.

How many boys– no, how many heroes– had wronged Y/N and made Sara this apprehensive of him?

"And you, you're so handsome! You've gotta be Bakugou," The woman gushed, pulling him in for a warm hug. "I'm Rachel. I'm so glad you two made it. Are you hungry? Leo left us some food, I was about to heat it up for dinner. How was your flight? Did you get enough sleep? Are you–"

"Rachel, my love," Milo interrupted gently.

"You're right, you're right... I'm just so excited you're..." Rachel's sentence trailed off when she let go of Katsuki and looked at Y/N. "...Y/N, what happened?"

"Oh, this?" Y/N said, clearly trying to play off the severity of her facial scar. "Barely notice it anymore."

"Y/N," Rachel implored. "Baby, are you okay? It looks serious. Was this from the incident with... All For One?" She enunciated his name oddly, as if she'd never said it out loud before. "Your beautiful face..."

"Still beautiful." The words came out of Bakugou's mouth before he could stop himself, and when everyone turned to stare at him he looked away and pretended he hadn't said a word.

Sara eyed him quizzically.

"Definitely," Milo said. "Always will be. Plus, scars are cool! Hopefully it'll scare away some of the media."

"Are you kidding?" Sarah muttered. "They'll go nuts with their stupid theories if they see it. It'll be a hay day for them."

Y/N seemed to be getting agitated. "It's fine. It's really not a big deal as long as I can still use my damn eye. Can we drop it now?"

"Of course," Milo said. It came out in an apologetic tone. "Tell us about how you met, huh?"

Bakugou and Y/N looked at each other with a grimace. 

Chapter Text

The dinner was... weird.

The seating arrangement was somehow settled with Sara sitting directly across from Bakugou. As much as he was able, he tried to focus on the conversation between Y/N and her parents, but that proved difficult as Sara barely ate and resolved to give Bakugou a death glare the entire dinner.

Whatever his girlfriend was talking about was lost on him at this point. What was this girl's deal? They hadn't spoken a word to each other and yet he could feel the fire of her angry gaze even while looking away. It was getting annoying fast.

"Have you started your new job yet? What's it like?" Milo asked.

"The job starts in a few months," Y/N said. "I'm going to be an engineer."

That was enough to snap Sara out of her dedication. "What? You're not doing hero work anymore?"

Bakugou tried to figure out what Sara's expression was. It seemed to be excitement.

"Not directly. I'm not doing field work anymore, but I'll be engineering for a hero agency–"

"Great. More fucking hero agencies," Sara muttered with disgust. "Can't you engineer somewhere else?"

Katsuki decided not to bring up that it was his agency, instead opting for shoveling more food into his mouth.

"Can you knock it off? It's a good job," Y/N snapped. "At least I'm not out there anymore."

Sara scoffed. "But you're still working for them. Whose agency is it, anyway?"

Fuck, Bakugou thought. This was getting dicey.

Y/N was just as apprehensive as her boyfriend about giving away details; but the information was going to come out at some point, and she'd rather it be her own choice instead of the media's. After a deep breath, she opened her mouth to confess, but Bakugou spoke before she got the chance.

"Mine," He said. He crossed his arms across his chest, almost as an unspoken dare for her to challenge him.

There was a moment of terrible silence as Sara processed what he said, staring directly at him and refusing to break his gaze, even as he glared back. "You're kidding."

"Sara, enough," Milo warned, but his reasoning fell on deaf ears.

"You're dating another hero?" Sara spat. "A fucking entrepreneur hero, at that. Are you stupid?"

Rachel slammed her fork down. "Sara!"

"He's not an entrepreneur. The agency already has hundreds of investors. He's one of the strongest up-and-coming heroes in Japan, and he–"

Bakugou wanted time to take in the compliment from Y/N, but Sara interrupted again. "How many times am I gonna have to watch you break your fucking heart because of some overconfident hero, Y/N? You're so much better than this! You deserve–"

"I deserve to be able to make my own choices for once," Y/N said firmly. "Stop. Please."

Katsuki was pretty sure he'd never been this uncomfortable before. There was too much history here that he didn't understand and anything he wanted to say would only make it worse.

"I thought you liked hero work," Rachel said softly. "Did you... feel forced?"

"The pay was huge, most people would kill to have the opportunities I did. And we... we needed the money. They said my quirk was good enough that I could make millions if I kept working, so of course I stayed."

Bakugou uncrossed his arms and turned to Y/N. Did she really only want to excel in hero work for the money? Had it always been that way? It couldn't have been... right?

Y/N had seemed elated when she'd gotten her quirk back. Was it really just excitement that she could have a steady income again?

"Do you enjoy hero work for any reason besides the paycheck?" Milo questioned. His tone was laced with concern. Everyone turned to look at Y/N.

"Does anybody?"

Bakugou felt like he was going to throw up.

"Why the hell are you a hero then?" Sara demanded. "You don't even enjoy it, and look what happened to you!"

"I told you, dumbass, for the money! No one in this house has seen that kind of cash before. Have you seen how rich American heroes are? I have a flashy quirk, and I know how to use it. It was a no brainer."

It was Bakugou's turn to drop his fork. "You don't like hero work."

"Are you kidding? Hero work is fucking dangerous. Look at my face, Kat. You think I wanted this shit?" She jabbed a finger at the jagged scar across her face.

More silence. Y/N's chest was rising and falling rapidly from her yelling as she eyed her boyfriend. She had expected him to agree. She thought he would say something along the lines of, 'Yeah, we do it for the money,' but instead she was met with confusion.

Bakugou's expression was one of heartbreak. As if he was sad for her.

When Y/N turned to look at her family, their faces matched. Even Sara's mouth had dropped open a bit in shock at her words. "Why are you all looking at me like I'm crazy?"

All his life, Bakugou had seen nearly every kid around him aspiring to be a hero, but so often their quirks didn't make the cut. It had never even occurred to him that there was a different side of the same coin– kids who had perfect quirks and were recruited without wanting to do it. Because it was an easy invitation to a life of money and luxury.

And apparently, that was Y/N.

Rachel, Y/N's mom, looked as if she was fighting back tears. "You... you were recruited at sixteen, Y/N. Did you really only do it for us?" Her voice raised and morphed into that of frustration and confusion. "Your dad and I would've been just fine! We thought we were supporting your dreams!"

"You were so excited when Hawks scouted you," Milo added in desperation.

Y/N was looking at her plate now, trying her best to process what was happening. "Of course I was. He's got one of the biggest hero agencies in the world."

Rachel's face was in her hands now. Bakugou couldn't tell if she was crying or frustrated.

"It doesn't matter now," Y/N said quietly. "I'm done with hero work anyways. I decided I would stick with engineering after..." She was going to say 'after the injury', but didn't want to see her mother cry even harder. Her heart was racing a million miles a minute and her food suddenly seemed very unappetizing.

Y/N stood from her chair. "I'm tired. We'll come back tomorrow morning so I can fix the radiator."

Bakugou was about to ask how she knew the radiator was broken, then heard the small thumping within the walls as the heater above them stuttered out warm air. Y/N had already grabbed her bag and left the apartment by the time Bakugou looked up.

They weren't looking at him, but Bakugou stood up to grab his things. He slipped his coat on and turned to see if they had moved. They hadn't.

He wanted to say something to them, but what could he say that wouldn't make it worse? A bombshell of terrible information had just been dropped on this family– everyone in the room was trying to process what they'd just learned.

Y/N had never wanted that life, but had done it for them. How much of it was their fault?

Katsuki paused before leaving out the open door. "I'll talk to her," He said quietly, then left and closed the door behind him.

Chapter Text

After dinner with Y/N’s family, they returned home to her old apartment. 

The bus ride was mostly silent, aside from Y/N asking, “Are you pissed at me?” And Katsuki responding with a quick, “Don’t be stupid,” And being brave enough to reach out and grab her hand.

It was a small place; only two rooms in total. One was the bathroom, and the other was a combination of a kitchen and bedroom. Next to the floor-to-ceiling window was a small mattress with no bed frame and a beanbag. Her kitchen consisted of a sink, fridge, and an oven, with only a sliver of counter space next to the sink and a single dining table and chair cramped next to the fridge.

He was beginning to understand why their new apartment had shocked her so much.

Y/N slipped off her jacket and tossed her backpack onto the dining table. “Home sweet home,” She mumbled, her voice thick with sarcasm. “I’d offer you a cup of tea or some shit but my fridge and pantry are literally empty.” She opened up a cabinet to verify but raised her eyebrows in surprise. “Scratch that, we have a year old bag of cinnamon gummy bears. You in?”

Bakugou smirked a bit at her joke and shrugged off his jacket too, a bit relieved to hear her talking again. He could tell Y/N wasn’t ready to talk about what happened yet. “You tryna poison me?”

“Candy doesn’t really go bad. Just gets hard, mostly.” After ripping open the gummy bear bag she popped one into her mouth and grimaced. “Hard as a rock.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes with the smallest hint of a grin before turning to face the window at the end of the room. A few seconds passed as he stared. “Pretty view.”

“Yup. Pretty much the only good thing about this place. And the strays.”

“Strays?”

Y/N’s eyes lit up a bit with excitement and she made her way over to the opposite door next to the window and opened it slowly. “C’mere.”

The rain had stopped a few hours ago and the storm left much of the surrounding area with a temporary break from pollution. If you focused hard, you might even see a few stars. Y/N’s small balcony had several dollar-store plastic bowls resting near the wall and some dirty blankets– Katsuki connected the dots and realized Y/N meant stray cats when he spotted the bag of kibble.

Y/N tapped her foot against the railing 3 times, a soft clang echoing through the night. Bakugou grabbed the railing and looked down, wondering how the hell cats were supposed to get up to this height, but Y/N touched his shoulder and pointed upwards.

At the top of the building, Katsuki spotted them. A few little cats with pointy ears stared down at them curiously. 

“They live up top. My neighbor built a small shelter for them so they don’t get wet in the rain,” Y/N explained. “Check it out. Their parkour killer.”

Bakugou continued to squint up at the little animals in anticipation, and sure enough, they began making their way down. Using window sills, balconies, flat ladder rungs and pipes, they bounded down towards the two of them. Bakugou counted two… no, three of them, and before he knew it they were at their feet and crowding around his girlfriend.

Y/N sat down with her back against the door, gesturing for Katsuki to do the same. Almost immediately after he did so the little black one hopped into his lap and he froze. 

As much as he didn’t want her to, Y/N noticed his reaction and laughed. “‘S okay. They don’t bite.”

He still didn’t move an inch, instead opting for staring wide-eyed at the small feline in his lap. The cat only watched him, tilting her head slightly as her ear flicked. Katsuki was (embarrassingly) about to ask Y/N to take it off his lap, but then the thing meowed at him and pressed her paw against his chin.

Now, Bakugou had never believed in love at first sight, but then this cat had to go and make his heart shatter in his chest. Instantly he knew that he had to keep this little thing safe from the rest of the terrible world. He would do anything for this cat.

“Oh my god,” He muttered, completely overcome with emotion. “She… is she…” 

“That’s Juno. She’s a little over a year old, actually. This is her friend, Hugo. They’re kind of inseparable.” Y/N said sweetly. She held up the orange cat on her lap before planting a small kiss on his head. “You like ‘em?”

“Yes,” He said without hesitation. “Where did you… how did you find them?”

Y/N’s smile fell a bit. “New York has a bit of a cat problem. There are thousands of ‘em all over, living in alleys and sewers and around buildings. We found these two on the roof.” She cupped Hugo’s head and gave him a few scratches. “Peter and I were able to call in a favor and get them vaccinated for free.”

Bakugou lifted up the black cat with his hands under her arms. “Juno,” He repeated. Juno let out another mew, seemingly in response to him. His heart ached again and he pulled the little cat against his chest. “We should bring them,” He demanded. 

Y/N laughed again. “You wanna take them home?”

“Yeah.” He stroked the top of Juno’s head as gently as he could, but it was a bit clumsy. Juno didn’t seem to mind at all; her eyes were closed in satisfaction at getting the bigger man to finally pet her.

It was surprising how quickly he’d taken a liking to the little things, but it was far too heartwarming to say no. “Yeah, we can bring ‘em. You’re sure?”

“I’m sure.”

Y/N smiled a bit and reached over to the bag of kibble. Bakugou was almost pissed at Y/N for doing so, because Juno bounded off his lap and made her way over to the plastic bowl she was pouring their dinner into. “Peter probably already fed them tonight. They’re spoiled.”

It was the third time Bakugou had heard that name now. As much as he wanted to ask about it, he knew it should wait– there were more important things to talk about.

“Are you sure you wanna work for a hero agency?”

Y/N topped off Hugo’s food bowl and brushed her hands off on her pants. “Yeah, I do. I don’t have anything against heroes.”

“Just Sara then?”

“Just Sara,” Y/N sighed. “There were a few heroes I dated… not even dated necessarily, more just flings I guess, but they had messy endings.”

Bakugou’s curiosity got the better of him. “Messy how?”

Y/N leaned her head back against the door and looked up into the smog filled sky. “They were huge assholes. Like… the type that thinks they’re better than you, just cause they have a flashy quirk.” Y/N remembered something that made her chuckle. “One of them ended in an actual physical fight.” Her smile faded again when she said, “Sara saw it. I think that’s when it started– her hating heroes, I mean.”

“He tried to hurt you?” Bakugou snapped. “What the fuck? Did you press charges or some shit?”

“Uh… no, not exactly. I would’ve, but… I hurt him back.” Y/N rubbed her eyes, exhausted at even remembering it. 

“Good,” He grunted. Y/N turned to gaze at Bakugou. He stared back at her with his arms crossed over his chest. His eyebrow raised a bit, and he finally asked, “Ready to talk about what happened at dinner?”

Her face fell a bit. “I wasn’t miserable doing hero work, you know.”

“But you didn’t like it. You shouldn’t have felt like you had to. That’s fucked up.”

“I mean… it’s a job?” She raised her shoulders in a shrug. “I thought that the reason everyone wanted to be a hero was for the money. I’m literally just finding out tonight that’s not the case.” After a pause, she asked, “Why do you do it?”

Bakugou didn’t respond right away, but Y/N was fine with that. It typically took him longer to find the words he was happy with. Talking like this was new for him.

“At first I wanted to prove I was better than everyone,” He grumbled. “That was my reason for a while. Then I… I dunno. Scary shit happened. People who mean a lot to me got hurt. I do it for that now, I think. To keep ‘em safe.”

“And you like it?”

“Yeah. I’m fucking good at it, too,” He added with a devilish grin. “It’s fun doing shit you’re good at.”

Y/N rolled her eyes at him. “You’re okay, I guess.”

Bakugou snorted. “You’re a brat. I’ve saved your life, ya know.”

“Fuck, you’re right. Lemme just…” She grabbed his hand and kissed the top of it before shaking it vigorously, gushing fake admiration. “Thank you, Explosion Murder God Dynamight! You’re my hero! I worship you! I–” 

“Fuck off.”

“Please, sign my tits so I can get them tattooed!”

“You know what it felt like to save your life? Lemme show you.” In one quick movement he yanked her hand that was holding his and she was pulled onto his lap. He wrapped one arm around her waist to keep her still and jabbed his pointer finger hard into her abdomen as she squirmed to get away.

“OW!”

“Yeah. That’s where I took a bullet for you, Tinkerbell,” He teased. “And here,” He jabbed his finger against her back as she yelped, still trying to pry away from his strong grip, “Is where the bullet exited. I wanna see some gratitude.”

“No fucking way,” She challenged with a laugh. “You’re an ass. Asses don’t get gratitude.”

“I think they do,” He argued. “And I think they usually get a kiss, too.”

“Fuck off.”

“Not until I get what I’m owed,” He prodded. “I can keep you here all night, Tinkerbell. Wanna try me?”

Y/N glared at him while he flashed her that wicked smile. Dammit, why did he have to be this handsome? Even when he was teasing her like this; especially when he was teasing her like this. She sat down, now fully straddling him, and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. “Thanks for saving my life, Kat.”

“Try again.”

Her face was hot at this point, trembling slightly under his patient gaze. Bakugou held still, waiting for her to make the move, so she leaned in ever so slowly and pressed her lips against his.

Even months into their relationship, kissing him was overwhelming. It still surprised her every time he slipped his tongue against her lips, silently asking for permission, and it surprised her even more when his hand gripped the back of her head and pulled her in deeper against him. He always demanded more until he got exactly what he wanted.

Katsuki went back in several times, each time they parted making sure to pull her back in and close that devastating gap. She tasted of cinnamon and each time his tongue swiped against hers he could feel her body melt into him. Damn, she was downright addictive.

When he finally let her go, she leaned back with a soft sigh and whispered, “Thanks for saving me.”

“That was better,” Bakugou teased, then wrapped both arms around her to pull her in for another mind-numbing kiss.

Chapter Text

Bakugou felt like he was forgetting something as he left for the store.

In his defense, it was early in the morning, and he knew Y/N despised mornings; Katsuki had already gotten completely ready for the day and planned his itinerary before she had even rolled over. He left a small note on the door that read:

getting groceries.

also i used all the hot water.

-k

But in her defense, it was fucking 7 am.

Early hours had always been easier for him. Less people to worry about. Like now, for example: the streets of New York weren't nearly as packed as they'd been the night before. That meant he could relax a bit.

The store itself was a little corner shop only a few blocks from her apartment. Aside from a man outside trying way too hard to get him to sign some petition, the trip was undisturbed. He used his card to buy a few bags of simple groceries (he hoped she at least had basic cooking tools) and left the store without a hitch.

Even within those 30 minutes, the streets were now flooded with people. Should've left earlier, He thought to himself with a sigh.

He only got a few paces before someone stopped him.

She was short, maybe 5'2, and was clutching her phone against her chest as she beamed up at him with pure wonder in her eyes. "Are you Dynamight? You have to be him!"

A mask. That's what he'd forgotten.

Katsuki squeezed his eyes shut in annoyance at himself before looking down at the girl before him again.

Since he'd won his first sports festival, a few girls had started a sort of fan club online, and it had only grown as the years passed. With all of the awards he'd acquired in his line of work it was inevitable. It was routine for nearly every hero at UA, but especially with him.

For some reason, his dislike of the attention only seemed to garner him more of it.

"Uh... no. You're confused," he lied, turning his face away to obstruct her view a bit.

"No, you're definitely him! I'd know those eyes anywhere!"

Bakugou's stomach dropped– both at the fact that she wasn't letting up and the fact that some stranger claimed to know him by his eyes.

"Listen, I don't wanna chat, okay? Buzz off," He grumbled. He turned again, this time pushing past her to continue on his route.

"C'mon, I just want a photo! It'll only take a sec, alright? I'm such a huge fan, I should at least get a selfie."

He ignored her and continued down the sidewalk. His heartbeat was starting to pick up now and his throat tightened. Just keep walking. She'll leave eventually.

But then she grabbed his wrist. She said something, too, but he didn't hear what it was over the roar of adrenaline in his ears. "Let go," He warned, his voice dropping as he glared at the girl.

"I'll let go when you take a photo with me. Just one."

"If you don't fucking let go of me right now I'll blast you to hell. Let go."

The girl's smile fell and she dropped her hand, but it formed a fist at her side in frustration. "You're being so mean! All I want is a photo!"

Katsuki was already walking away at this point. He could hear the blood thundering in his ears as his anger grew in his chest, fighting every instinct to turn around and yell at the girl until she left him alone.

"OH MY GOD, IT'S A PRO HERO!"

He whipped his head around to see the girl with her hands cupped around her mouth shouting down the street. After yelling her piece she turned to him and crossed her arms over her chest with a satisfied grin.

"You motherfucker," Bakugou breathed, but it was too late. The damage had been done.

Nearly everyone in the area turned to see the commotion. Pedestrians on the street, drivers with their windows down, and customers inside shops all started making their way over to him– some running with their phones out, others gasping and shouting from a distance.

"Are you really a pro?"

"Look! Isn't he a Japanese hero?!"

"TAKE A PHOTO, TAKE A PHOTO–"

"That's Dynamight, isn't it? What's he doing here?"

Okay, maybe Y/N was right. She was super right. They converged like piranhas, yelling and shouting for autographs, photos, videos, everything they could ask of a pro. He inhaled through  clenched teeth. Fuck. He only had a few seconds before he would be literally against a wall with nowhere to turn.

The idea of not having his hands free was making Bakugou physically ill, so in a few swift movements he crouched down, crammed their groceries into his backpack, and stood up straight again.

The volume only rose as the crowd gained in size. Several arms reached out to touch him, grazing his arm, his hair, anywhere they could touch. "Fucking back up!" He demanded, but his words were only washed away amidst the sea of yelling.

Katsuki's breathing picked up. The amount of space he had had shrunk significantly in only a matter of seconds– he didn't see faces anymore, only heavy bodies pressing against him and begging him for his attention.

"I can't believe it's a real pro!"

"Please, just one photo!"

"DYNAMIGHT, I LOVE YOU! SIGN MY CHEST!"

He swatted dozens of hands away. "ENOUGH!" He yelled. Once again, it was to no avail. He didn't have a choice at this point– he was going to hyperventilate if he didn't get out of there. Too tight. No space. I can't breathe.

Bakugou aimed his palm towards the sky and unleashed a loud explosion above everybody's heads. It did exactly as he needed, pulling everybody's attention away for a split second while he angled his arms downward and set off another round of nitroglycerin to propel him into the air.

Screams and gasps echoed below him when he landed on the rooftop of the corner store. He was too relieved to even look back at the crowd, instead lightly hopping in place for a moment to ready his leap onto the next building. This one didn't require an explosion; he stuck the landing with ease and kept going, using the same momentum to continue across the building tops.

The roar of the crowd faded as he launched himself above the metal cityscape. It took a moment for him to orient and figure out which direction it was to Y/N's apartment, but once it clicked in his head he was off again, not daring to stay in one place for too long.

This was much better. No one else was up here except a few sleeping cats and startled pigeons. Bakugou leapt across alleyways and over radiators, slowly but surely making his way back to Y/N. This was actually much faster-- he felt a sudden kinship for Spider-Man.

He eventually made it to the right complex and peered down over the building's back. There were dozens of balconies, but it only took a moment for him to spot the plastic bowls and cat food. Bingo.

This time, he didn't use his explosions; both to avoid waking the building's occupants and to hopefully not draw any more attention. He had gotten more than he ever wanted just from the crowd. Using ladders, balconies, and windowsills, he climbed and jumped his way down to the correct apartment.

Katsuki took a deep breath of relief. In all of his years in Japan, he'd never experienced a crowd like that. They were completely unrelenting, pure entitlement fueling their begging and crowing, barely letting him take a breath or have even an inch of personal space. He shook his head and let his shoulders relax as he opened the balcony door.

He wasn't quick enough. In only a few seconds, he was yanked inside by a grip on his arm and slammed against the window, pinned by a forearm against his neck.

It was a man. A young man, probably the same age as him, wearing a blue suit and a mask that covered the top half of his face.

"Get the hell off me!" Bakugou yelled, snapping the bottom of his palm upward and clocking the man perfectly at the bottom of his nose.

"STOP!" Y/N shrieked. The man recoiled with a groan and whipped his arm back to ready a punch, but Y/N grabbed his arm. "STOP IT! He's with me!"

"Why the hell is he coming in through the balcony?!"

Katsuki was nearly blind with rage. "Who the fuck are you? What the hell are you doing here?!" He took a threatening step towards the man, fully intending to stomp him out for answers, but a gust of wind punched him in the gut and he fell backwards onto Y/N's beanbag.

"Cool it, Kat," Y/N warned. "He's a friend. Both of you need to calm the fuck down." She crouched down to examine the other man's nose. It dribbled with blood. "Shit, that's super broken."

"Why is he here?" Katsuki spat. He tried not to let his anger out at Y/N but that felt impossible at this point. He was having a fucking terrible day. Why the hell was another man in her apartment after he'd left?

"I'm her friend, dipshit," The man muttered. "Haven't seen her in a whole fucking year. Wanted to say hello."

"Peter," Katsuki said aloud. That had to be Peter.

"Uh huh. And who are you?" Peter grumbled. He pinched the bridge of his nose to slow the bleeding.

Another wave of anger had Bakugou seeing white. "Her boyfriend, motherfucker. What's with the fancy getup?" He climbed to his feet but now moved to stand in front of Y/N. It was subconsciously done– all he knew was that he didn't want Peter getting any closer to his girlfriend.

"Peter, I think you should go," Y/N grunted as she tried to push Bakugou out of the way. Unfortunately, he was much bigger than her, and getting him to move out from in front of her was damn near impossible. In fact, he barely seemed to notice; his eyes were locked on Peter like an angry guard dog, not moving an inch as his girlfriend tried to push him.

Peter didn't look too happy about being forced to leave. He stood up and shook his head to get his bearings. "Nice meeting you, man," He grunted.

Bakugou didn't respond– his eyes only narrowed.

"Thanks for stopping by, Peter. Sorry 'bout your nose," Y/N apologized. "I'll see you another time."

Peter was visibly upset. He mumbled a soft, "Uh huh," before exiting out Y/N's front door.

"Fucking asshole," Bakugou seethed before slipping off his backpack and emptying out the groceries.

"Where were you? I was really fucking worried, Kat. I woke up and you were gone. I thought... I thought you'd gone home or something."

Without looking up from his current task, he pulled the sticky note off the door and stuck it to the tip of Y/N's nose.

She pulled it off and took a moment to read it before sighing and sticking it on the fridge. "Didn't see that."

"Too busy with your old boyfriend?" He muttered. He probably shouldn't have, because the second he did Y/N grabbed his wrist and forced him to spin around to look at her.

"Is that what this is? You're throwing a pity party because you're jealous?"

"Why was he here? Did you invite him over?" He pressed. "I went to get us fucking groceries, I come back, and there's a whole ass man here trying to kill me."

"Leonardo told him I was home, so he stopped by before his match. And he wasn't trying to kill you, he thought you were trying to kill me. Why the fuck did you come in through the balcony? Are you trying to get arrested?"

Bakugou dropped the bread he was holding to face her fully. "Some fuckhead fan was mad I didn't take a photo, she started a crowd, so I left. Streets weren't safe so I used the roof to–"

Y/N's face fell into one of panic. "Fuck. Did they see you come in here?"

"No, they were leagues behind me."

Y/N seemed satisfied with that answer. She started unpacking his backpack with him and emptying the contents in the fridge. "Sorry he attacked you. He's a nice guy, I think he just got scared."

"Why didn't you tell him about me? He should've known I was coming home."

"He was really only here for about a minute before you arrived. Barely even finished my explanation about this–" She pointed a finger at the mark on her face, "--before you landed on the balcony."

Bakugou huffed in frustration but didn't respond. He was still angry; his heart rate hadn't gone down since the encounter and he could feel the muscles in his face refusing to relax. He had to be sporting a pretty mean scowl.

When Y/N finished unpacking she stood next to him and waited for him to look at her, but he was much too upset and much too focused on the task at hand to notice, so she touched the top of his hand. "Bakugou."

When that didn't work, she grabbed his jaw and forced him to look at her. "Katsuki."

As much as he wanted to stay mad, he couldn't as soon as she looked at him like that. "What?" He grumbled.

"I'm not dating him, I'm dating you."

"I know."

"I don't want to date him. I want to date you."

"I know," He repeated, feeling his cheeks get warm.

"Do you need space or reassurance?"

Katsuki paused for a moment as he stared at her. He could still barely think straight with all of the emotions flooding his head, but the sound seemed to die down when she touched him. His shoulders fell a bit as he finally let them relax.

"Do you know how fucking scared I was when I realized someone else was in the apartment?"

Y/N frowned. "Scared? C'mon, Kat, you could take Peter no question. You did take him, actually, his nose is definitely broken–"

"Scared for you, dumbass."

"Scared for... oh." Y/N dropped her hand in realization. "Shit. I didn't even think of that. I'm really sorry. That must've been... yeah, really scary. Are... you good now?"

He rolled his eyes. "I'm fine." He paused to look at her when he added, "As long as you're safe, Tinkerbell. Don't scare me like that again or I'll kill you."

She smiled a bit. "That's fair. Can you forgive me if I make you pancakes?"

"Ha! Nice try. We've seen the pancakes you make," He retorted, flicking her forehead. "I'll make pancakes. You go shower, dumbass."

Chapter Text

Y/N was finally getting her revenge for all of Bakugou's grueling workout sessions.

"I told you this would happen. You wanted to come to the States anyway. Quit your whining."

"I still can't get this shit off my hands. How the hell do I get it off?"

After Y/N had showered (a cold shower that made her consider wringing her boyfriend's neck), she'd roped Katsuki into her errands, most of them being helping her neighbors with odd repairs. It had been a full day of traveling around the few blocks of city answering the dozens of calls to her phone. Once she'd arrived in New York again, those who knew her were begging for her assistance; Y/N and Bakugou had tuned up cars, fixed heaters, even repaired garbage disposals.

With no pay, too.

Y/N tossed him an oil rag. "That'll get most of it off." She turned back to the little red car she was working on, crouching down near the gas tank for one final inspection. "It was just a loose fuel cap, Miss Yung. That should fix your problem. If not, I'll be in town for a few more days."

"Thank you, dear! I'm so glad you're back in town," The little old lady on the porch praised. "What a handsome young man. Is he your husband?"

It was the third time she'd asked that. Bakugou rolled his eyes and squeezed them shut, trying not to lose his shit as he leaned against the car. At least it wasn't raining.

"Nah, he's just my caddy boy! He is pretty cute though, isn't he?"

Bakugou shot Y/N a glare, but she ignored him and handed over her tools for him to slip back into the utility belt around his waist.

Y/N really was using him as a caddy boy. For the past several hours, he'd hauled around her tools and handed her what she needed as she bossed him around. It was slow work, and Katsuki hated slow work. This was so much worse than an awkward dinner, especially with the fucking grease that he fucking couldn't wipe off.

Miss Yung sighed. "So handsome. When are you going to settle down, Y/N? You'd make such a cute little housewife."

Bakugou barked out a laugh at the comment. "Ha! You would make a cute little housewife. Whaddya say, Y/N?" His grin made Y/N roll her eyes.

"I think he's flirting with you," Miss Yung said. "How sweet!"

"Tell him to stop," Y/N muttered. She closed the latch on the car and stood up to wipe her hands off. "That should do it. Anything else you need?"

Please say no, Bakugou thought.

"Well, my house has been a bit chilly lately... I'm not sure if my heater is working."

"Have you turned it on?"

"How do I do that?"

Katsuki wanted to scream.

~~~

How many stops had they done now? A million? It felt like a million.

"Calm down, this is the last one," Y/N teased. She could tell he was antsy; his leg had been bouncing impatiently for the last hour.

"Why the hell are you doing this? They're not even paying you."

"They can't afford it, Kat. New York is expensive. How do you think I learned tinkering in the first place?"

He hadn't ever questioned it, honestly. "Thought you went to some classes for it or some shit. Don't you have to go to trade school?"

"Trade school costs money. You've seen my parents' place, you think they've got money?... Watch out, imma come down now."

Bakugou backed up from the ladder he was stabilizing to make room for Y/N to hop down. This last errand was just a tune up of Leo's water pipes ("It sounds like a rat in the walls!" He had told Y/N). "Maybe you should've charged then."

"It's not all about the money. Sometimes people are just lookin' to help out," She said with a smile as she patted his shoulder. "Taking care of your neighbor is the backbone of lower class communities, my friend."

He didn't respond– how could he, when he didn't know what to say? This was Y/N's territory. It seemed to come so easily to her, helping people like this. Maybe that's why she had been such a great hero... and what made her an even better friend.

Y/N was just as vulgar and irritable as him, but when someone needed her, she didn't even question it. It was second nature for her to do the dirty work to help her loved ones. It made his chest feel like it was aching if he thought about it too much. How was she this... cool?

Bakugou's thoughts of Y/N were interrupted when she reached her arm around him. For a moment he thought she was leaning in for a kiss and his breath caught in his throat, but he felt a small tug from the back of his belt and Y/N pulled out one of her tools.

When she saw the disappointed look on her face, she cackled. "Hoping for somethin' else, huh?"

"Fuck off."

"Don't stress, you'll get compensation for helping me out later." She didn't look at him as she climbed back up the ladder, but Bakugou's cheeks flushed a deep pink.

Well now he was even more impatient. "How much longer?" He grunted.

"Gimme ten minutes and we'll be outta here, okay?"

Bakugou sighed. "Fine. The compensation better be worth it."

Y/N rolled her eyes at him but didn't say anything else.

He leaned against the wall again and crossed his arms, his mind drifting back to what she'd said before. "So you're self taught? In engineering, I mean."

"No no no. Well, not completely. My mom taught me the basics when I was a kid... used to tag along when she would do this. Her back's too fucked up now though, so I took over. Wrench, please... the blue one." She held her hand out expectantly, not looking away from her task inside the ceiling.

He passed her the tool. "How'd you learn to make gear then?"

"Reading, mostly. Didn't have money to buy all those fancy books, but my mom got me a library card for the New York Public Library."

She liked to read, too. Dammit. Everything he learned about this girl made him fall harder. After a moment she passed the wrench back to him.

"So... everything about quirk science and engineering, you learned from books?" He asked a bit skeptically.

Y/N shrugged. "Guess so. I mean... so much of making hero gear is based on each quirk, so a lot of research is done on a case-by-case basis. So your quirk, right? You make your explosions. I just had to make you gear that could handle the nitroglycerin reaction." She paused to drop a screw into his hand below. "Or Uraraka's gear. She can make herself light on her own–"

"So you gave her propulsions to move around," Bakugou finished. "That's... clever."

She turned to look down at him with a grin. "Was that a compliment? From Dynamight? You better ease up before people start thinking you're approachable."

"Yeah, don't get used to it," He grunted.

~~~

Once they'd returned to Y/N's apartment, Bakugou unbuckled the utility belt around his waist and tossed it onto the dining table. "You promised me compensation."

"Oh, yeah. Once we're not gross we're going out to dinner," She said.

Bakugou reached back over his shoulders to pull his shirt off and started walking towards the bathroom. When Y/N saw what he was doing she dropped her things and darted over to try and beat him, but he was too quick. He had already stepped inside and blocked the doorway with his tall frame.

"Where you headed, princess? This shower is occupied." He drew out the last word, leaning down over her with a condescending smirk.

Y/N glared up at him. "That's not fair, you got the hot water this morning."

"You're right, huh? ...Damn. Guess you're too slow," He teased, moving to close the door, but Y/N stuck her foot in the doorway to keep it open.

She shook her head defiantly with a scowl. "Nu-uh. It's my turn. This is my fucking apartment."

Bakugou was enjoying this way too much. He stretched one of his arms up by his head to lean against the doorway. "What are you gonna do about it, sweetheart?"

Y/N prayed that her cheeks weren't flushed at him using the word 'sweetheart' again. She never thought she'd hear it after that night in the jet. It made her heart jump out of her chest, and it was getting harder not to look down at his shirtless torso.

Much to her dismay, Katsuki noticed.

"You like that, don't you?" He took a step towards her, and despite her desire to stand up to him, she took a step backwards. How the hell was she supposed to respond?

"No," She lied.

"I think you do." He took two more steps. When she mirrored him, the backs of her legs hit the dining table. Cornered. "You liked it on the plane too."

Y/N lied again. "No I didn't." 

As she leaned back, he leaned forward, resting his hands on the table either side of her. She was trapped, forced to look up at him, his eyes dark with that same expression he had on the plane. "You're a bad liar."

Y/N wanted to be upset. She wanted to protest and push him away to go to the shower, but her body wasn't listening. A small flame had lit in her chest, and god dammit, he was the only person who could fix it.

"Come shower with me then, sweetheart."

Chapter Text

Why the hell was Y/N so nervous?

She stood outside of the shower, staring at the curtain and holding her shoulders to try and dull the vulnerability that came with being naked. Almost immediately after he’d invited her to join him, he’d turned, stripped, and gotten into the shower before she could process it.

Not a single other word was said– he’d spoken the invitation and dipped, leaving her to decide for herself. 

Of course she was going to join him. Who wouldn’t? 

She tucked a bit of hair behind her ears and pulled the curtain back slightly to peer inside. Bakugou’s head was tilted back under the stream, water dripping down his body as his fingers dragged through his hair. Y/N looked downward, because of course she did, and felt her heart jump.

Katsuki opened one eye and caught her staring. “You comin’ in or just enjoying the view?” The corner of his mouth turned up with a hint of a smile. “It’s hot this time. Promise.”

This man was literally dripping with sex appeal.

Before she could chicken out, Y/N forced herself to step inside, closing the curtain behind her and pulling her arms back against her chest for warmth. “Do I get any water or do I have to wait for the backsplash?”

“C’mere.”

Why in the fuck was Y/N so nervous? She let her hands fall against her legs and scowled at him. His gaze made her feel so small, so vulnerable; she swore she could physically feel his eyes raking down her body and taking in the sight of her. 

His arms dropped too, and he took a step to the side to leave room for Y/N under the stream. He didn’t budge any more than that as she approached. Only his eyes moved as she entered the stream, studying her every move. 

Y/N sighed when it finally hit her skin. “Nice of you to share my hot water.” She tilted her head back and stroked her hair as he had done moments before. 

He wasn’t looking at her now, though. Instead, he grabbed Y/N’s body wash and took a step away from her, pouring a generous amount and lathering it in his hands. He even turned to the side as he began rubbing it into his chest and shoulders. He seemed almost… uninterested in her now.

Y/N frowned, confused. She’d never had shower sex before, but… weren’t you supposed to get cleaned up after? It seemed counterintuitive to wash now. Not only that, but he wasn’t even looking at her. His eyes were focused on his current task and didn’t even glance her way. 

Unless… shit. Was he… not trying to have sex right now?

Her eyes widened at the realization and she whipped around quickly to face the stream. Holy shit, this was embarrassing. He’d just wanted to shower. Y/N scrambled to recall what their previous conversation had been– Katsuki had teased her about liking the pet name, then told her to shower with him when she complained about cold water– was he really just trying to share the water? She wrapped her arms around herself again.

Stupid, she silently scolded. I’m so stupid. 

“What’s wrong? Did it get cold or somethin’?”

His voice shocked her from her daze and she lifted her chin up again, but didn’t turn around to look at him as she responded. “Uh, no. Just warming up.” The fact that she was naked suddenly felt wildly uncomfortable after her realization. She hurried to run her hands through her hair again and grimaced to herself.

“Why’re you so stiff?”

“I’m not.”

Y/N didn’t see when Bakugou took a step towards her. “You’re lying. What’s up?”

Her arms covered her chest when she turned around and reached for the bottle of body wash, but he held it above her reach. “Gimme the bottle, dumbass,” She grunted in embarrassment.

“Not ‘til you tell me what’s wrong. Spill it.”

She met his gaze. Both of them scowled at each other, but his scowl faded when a new realization seemed to form in his head. “You’re uncomfortable.”

“No! No, I’m not,” She argued, but as she spoke she could feel her cheeks burning. “I’m fine, I just… misunderstood.”

Bakugou’s head tilted to the side as he gazed down at her. “Misunderstood.”

“Yeah. That’s all. Now can I please have the body wash? I don’t want grease on me either–”

“Misunderstood what?”

Y/N wanted to crawl into a hole and die. 

Bakugou could sense some kind of turmoil in Y/N’s head, so he passed her the soap. “Here, I’ll get out. Just lemme rinse.” He rested his hand on her arm and guided her over a step so he could stand under the stream. 

“It’s not that,” Y/N finally protested. She cursed under her breath when she realized she was gonna confess. “I uh… thought you were trying to like…” Her eyes met his, and he still looked confused. Did she seriously have to spell it out for him like this? “I thought you were trying to have sex.”

There was a moment of terrible, awkward silence when Y/N stared at him, awaiting a response. All she noticed was his eyes widen slightly at her before his stare returned to normal.

Y/N thought she was going to be physically ill if she had to sit in the silence any longer. She fought back the urge to claw at her skin to cope with the embarrassment. “Oh god. Sorry. I’ll–”

“In the shower?”

She looked up at him again, but his expression was still unreadable. Was he making fun of her? How the hell was she supposed to tell? Afraid of digging herself deeper, she nodded in response.

Bakugou paused before he finally spoke. “I was going to fuck you after the shower, but I can fuck you here.”

It was Y/N’s turn to be silent now. She was definitely malfunctioning. “You–?”

“Do you want it now?” Katsuki grabbed the bottle from her and set it back on the ledge, then bent down slightly to hoist her up. Her legs wrapped around his waist instinctively and she let out a small yelp when he took a step and her back made contact with the cold wall tiles. Y/N’s arms circled his neck as he leaned deeper against her, his chest warm against hers. “You want me to fuck you like this?”

Still feeling starstruck, Y/N nodded, her eyes wide.

At this point, he could hear his blood pumping in his ears. Here she was, naked in front of him, practically pleading for him to touch her… and who in their right mind would say no to Y/N when she looked like that? 

Lust was already clouding his senses. Underneath where he held Y/N his dick was almost fully hard now, aching slightly at the lack of friction and making his head spin. The only stability he had from the feeling was leaning against the wall as he effectively pinned her against it. 

“Couldn’t wait, huh?” He teased. Lowering her a bit, he let his cock glide in between her folds. His pace stayed slow and collected as he watched her chest rise and fall with each heavy breath. He wanted this just as badly as she did. 

“You– fuck– you were teasing me,” Y/N argued, but her protests fell short when he pulled his hips back to rub the head of his erection against her clit. She choked at the feeling and her throat tightened seeing him smirk at her. He knew exactly what she liked, where she liked it, how to make her squirm for him. That bastard.

Bakugou chuckled a bit. “How could I not? Look at you.” He pressed his chest against hers once more and moved his head downward to kiss against her neck. “Didn’t think you’d be so impatient.”

He was frustrating her now. All he gave her was this gentle thrusting against her– no matter how much she wiggled or squirmed, he didn’t go in, only adding to the burning need in her chest.

He made it worse when he stuck out his tongue and licked up her neck against her throat. The sensation made shivers rack through her body and his low laugh echoed right next to her ear. Her pussy was throbbing and convulsing around nothing at this point while he continued to rub against her entrance. 

“I thought you said you would fuck me,” She grunted in frustration.

Bakugou lifted his head up to look at her again. His gaze was heavy with lust; even though his teasing was relentless, he wanted this just as badly as she did, but his composure remained even as he lined up with her spasming hole. Y/N could tell he found this whole situation amusing. It was a game to him, and his power-hungry nature made it last so much longer.

When he finally pressed into her, they gasped into each others’ open mouths. Her walls constricted around his dick and made him rest his head on her shoulder while he sucked in through his teeth. “Shit,” he groaned. “Ease up, would you?”

“I–I can’t,” Y/N stammered. “...feels so good, Kat.”

It was Katsuki’s turn to shiver. The warm, wet feeling in her cunt never failed to have his eyes rolling back in his head. When he shifted to hold up her legs the friction had him seeing stars. Fuck. 

Y/N’s breathing was starting to pick up. He was finally inside of her, and the pressure was intoxicating; each involuntary clench of her pussy made warm waves of pleasure shoot straight up her body. To be honest, she would’ve forgotten they were in the shower if it weren’t for Bakugou’s unreasonably sexy wet hair. Each time his dick throbbed she could feel just how deep inside of her he was.

“Move,” She mumbled. 

“Impatient and demanding,” He huffed, but his breathing was picking up just as much as hers was. He felt that same instinct to move but was holding back to push her into desperation. How could he not? She just looked so beautiful when she fell apart on his cock like this.

Since that night on the plane, a new hunger had settled deep inside Katsuki. Seeing her at that level of desire, high enough on the feeling to chant his name and beg for him, was a physiological need at this point. It teased the part of him that craved power– he, and he alone, had the ability to reduce Y/N to a crying mess from how good she felt.

“Move, please move. I can’t take this,” She begged. “Just fuck me already.”

His dick got impossibly harder at his begging. “One more time. Beg one more time.”

“You asshole! Please! I’ve been waiting all fucking day and–” 

She stopped when he pulled back until just the tip was in her. Both of them looked down at where he was entering her and Bakugou let out a breathy laugh. “Fuck, that’s hot. Hold on to me, alright sweetheart?”

Before she could even process that he’d called her ‘sweetheart’ again, Katsuki was pushing back inside of her until his pelvis was flush against her, enough to press against her clit and make her cry out. He did it repeatedly, each time making sure he was as deep as he could go and grinding against her. 

Y/N was completely powerless. In this position, all she could do was hold on tighter as his pace picked up. She was trapped between him and the wall and it was a wonderful place to be. Each thrust reached exactly where she was craving him and she couldn’t stop the gasps and whines that fell from her lips.

In this position she could hear him. She’d heard him during sex before, but not this easily– now, his lips were right next to her ear and each breathy moan was clear as day. Hearing him like this, groaning at the feeling of her, only made her quake against him. Both of them were too fucked out to care and it pushed them both higher.

“Couldn’t wait until later, huh? Needed me to fuck you in the shower,” he breathed. “Should’ve told me. Would’ve bent you over that shitty table and ruined you there.” He was going faster now.

Y/N was barely able to formulate a response. “Y-you’re the one who… who told me to– fuck– shower with you.” 

Bakugou didn’t respond, he only laughed and pressed into her deeper to force out more of her desperate cries. Each noise he pushed from her spurned him on and only made him want her more, and the more he wanted her, the harder he fucked her. Her pussy clenched and spasmed around him as he bullied his way inside her. All she could do was whine while he completely unraveled her with his dick.

“You’re so loud, Y/N. Neighbors are gonna hear. Like it that much?” His voice was condescending, making fun of her for being unable to control it.

“Peter’s not home,” Y/N gasped out between breaths.

Katsuki stopped, pulling out to the tip again, his blood boiling at Y/N referring to him. His expression was set in a deep glare.

“What? You’re pissy cause I mentioned my f–” 

Once again, Y/N was cut off, but this time his pace was unrelenting. She cried out and scratched down his back to try and cope with the new speed but he was angry and he was taking it out on her.

“You’re gonna talk about another guy while I’m inside you?” He spat, still not letting up. “Bold, Tinkerbell.”

“Don’t be such a baby, Kat. Sh-shit, right there, keep going…”

He was almost upset that he was making her feel so good. Anger was still bubbling in his veins. He wanted to punish her somehow, but he was coming up blank, until…

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Y/N whined. 

Bingo. 

He pulled out of her completely, panting from the physical exertion. 

Y/N gasped. “What the… what the fuck, Katsuki! I was so close–”

“I know. I’m making you wait,” Bakugou lectured. He gently set her down and took a step back from her shaking body. The look she was giving him almost made him cave, but remembering her words brought back the angry fire. 

He leaned one hand against the wall above her shoulder, and the other he wrapped around his wet cock and began stroking it in front of her. “Fuck,” He groaned. Her slick along his length made the friction all too easy. It almost turned him on more to see how desperate she was for him to touch her again. “Maybe don’t insult the man who can make you cum, huh? … Shit, that’s good.”

“Wait, I didn’t mean it. Just… touch me again,” She groaned.

He tilted his head back as he let out his next satisfied sigh. “I don’t think you mean it,” He breathed as his hand continued to tug and stroke his dick. “Show me.”

Y/N was groveling at this point, completely at his whim. In a final act of desperation she turned to face the wall and leaned against it with her palms splayed against the tiles. “C’mon, Kats. Please?”

Waiting was agony. When a dozen seconds passed she thought he might’ve actually called a quits, but then one of his hands squeezed the globe of her ass cheek and his tip pressed against her entrance. “You’re lucky I’m pent up.”

A sigh of relief spilt from her throat when he pushed inside of her again. This time, it took barely a few thrusts before she was meeting the edge. “I’m so close,” She begged. “Don’t stop this time, please.” 

“Fuck. I won’t,” He gasped. He couldn’t if he wanted to at this point. That sweet release was calling to him now, and after a few more seconds he could feel her finishing around his cock as she cried out. It was enough to push him over the edge right after her and he used both hands to yank her flush against him, his hips grinding as deep as he was able while his release took over. 

He keeled over at the sensation and pressed his forehead to her back while his dick throbbed and emptied inside of her. His vision started to go too, the pleasure making him have to grapple for his balance. It was always pure ecstasy inside of her warm cunt.

When he was sure Y/N’s orgasm was finished, he pulled out of her with a soft pop and chuckled lightly at the mess. “Guess we gotta wash up again, huh?”

Chapter Text

"Dad, someone's at the door!" Sara called.

"Then get it, lazy ass."

"Can't, I still gotta do my makeup."

There were a few moments of silence. Milo was definitely not getting the door.

Sara sighed. "It's probably Y/N, ya know."

That seemed to do it. Milo bolted through the apartment in anticipation. It had been days since they'd heard from Y/N-- All they'd gotten was a few texts saying that she was fine, that she needed time to think things through, that she wasn't upset with them-- but Milo was a parent, for god's sake. No amount of reassurance from her would've calmed his worries. There were only 2 days left of Y/N's time in New York.

He swung open the door. "Dammit Y/N, we waited for-- oh."

It wasn't his daughter. It was Bakugou, completely drenched from the rain with a nervous look on his face. "Y/N's fine," he said quickly. Another bit of silence. "Can I uh... come in?"

Milo didn't know what to think. "Right, yeah. Get in here." He beckoned Katsuki in, stepping to the side to avoid getting wet too. "Where is she? Did you come alone?"

"She's at home, still sleeping. Just me." Bakugou shook his hair a bit to let the excess water out. "Would've called, but I don't know any phone numbers."

It was super awkward. Of course it was. Why was he here? More importantly, why was he here without Y/N? Milo didn't know what to do, what to say, what to feel.

"Came here to talk to you. All of you," Bakugou confessed. "Is... is your wife home?"

Sara, who had been watching dumbfounded from the bathroom doorway, finally spoke. "Mom! Bakugou is here!"

Rachel peeked her head out from the bedroom, and when she saw how drenched her guest was, she gasped. "Milo! Get him a towel!"

~~~

Bakugou sat awkwardly across from Y/N's family members at the table, trying not to second guess himself. He rubbed the back of his neck with the towel before setting it down and taking a deep breath and finally talking. "I don't think Y/N ever wanted to be a hero."

Not sure if they were going to say something, he waited, but they remained silent and watched him intently. Even Sara seemed hung up on his every word.

"She saw it as a job that paid well. She didn't realize that she didn't like it until her injury," He continued. "Going to Japan and engineering full time while she was in hiding... I think she figured out that that was what she wanted. She's really fucking good at it, and it makes her happy, and..." 

He'd always been so bad at this. It was his worst nightmare to try and mediate a situation this complicated, but he knew that Y/N wasn't going to fix it on her own. It didn't help that Sara was squinting at him in suspicion.

"Fuck. What I'm... trying to say is that it wasn't your fault. If someone told her that fucking marine biology would help her family then she would've done that shit, too. Don't... don't be upset at yourselves for her choosing hero work."

Milo looked... surprised? Bakugou was pretty sure he looked surprised. He wasn't great at reading facial expressions, either. 

"She's going to do engineering now, full time. Y/N won't have to do a job she doesn't want to ever again. My, uh... my agency has enough money to make sure of it."

"It's still hero work," Sara retorted. "She's still working for a fucking agency."

Bakugou didn't hesitate. "Call it whatever the hell you want. She's doing what makes her happy now, and I'll go to my fucking grave making sure it stays that way. If not at my agency, then wherever the hell she wants." It came out a little more aggressive than he wanted, but he made his point well enough.

"Did she tell you to explain this to us?" Milo asked. He still seemed hesitant.

"No," Katsuki confessed. "I just... didn't want you to think she would be unhappy in Japan."

Sara stood up and leaned menacingly against the table, going on the offense. "What if she dumps you, huh? You gonna fire her like Hawks?"

"Never."

The three of them stared at Katsuki. Sara crossed her arms, her glare deepening. "Whatever. She's still dating a fucking hero."

Bakugou huffed in frustration, leaning forward to match Sara. "Look, I don't give a shit if you like me, but don't take it out on her. She's dealt with enough bullshit without getting hounded by her sister."

"I'm trying to protect her," Sara snapped.

"And you think I'm not? I took a fucking bullet for that girl, and I'd do it again. I'd die before seeing her unhappy," Bakugou seethed, slamming his hand flat on the table.

The energy shifted in the room, Katsuki knew that, but he wasn't sure why. All he knew was that all three of their expressions changed as they stared at him-- eyes wide, jaws dropped. Had he gone too far? He hadn't meant to snap like that.

Sara's fists unclenched. "You... what? You took a bullet for her?"

Bakugou stared at them. Did they not know what happened? The realization settled and he shoved his hands into his pockets. It felt unnecessary now.

"This isn't about me," He muttered, now a bit embarrassed that he mentioned it at all. "I'm not trying to get you to approve of me or whatever. I really don't care. Just... believe me when I tell you that I'll keep her safe. She'll be happy. That's all." 

He folded the towel, set it neatly on the table, and made his way over to the door. "You guys mean a lot to her, alright? She'll call you when she's ready." 

He closed the door behind him, leaving the three of them to process the weird morning.

Chapter Text

That was everything.

After only an hour or two, all of Y/N's belongings were packed into giant cardboard boxes. Thank god it was Katsuki helping her– he had to be one of the most efficient packers in the world. His no-nonsense approach and need for organization meant that each box was as full as it could be without breaking. In fact, there were only 5 of them, stacked neatly in her kitchen.

All that was left was her mattress that was now leaned up against the wall.

Y/N stared at her loft, which now felt bigger than it ever had. Her emotional attachment to the place was nearly nonexistent; she'd only lived there for a month or two before the incident with All For One. It was too small anyways.

"I... thought I had more shit than that."

Katsuki crossed his arms over his chest as he stared at the pile with her. "You did have a lot of shit, I just packed it well."

"You ever played Tetris?" Y/N quipped with a grin.

"Of course I've played Tetris. Everybody's played Tetris, dumbass."

"Bet you're good at it."

"I'm good at everything." Y/N didn't seem to hear him. She sat down on her knees and continued to stare at the boxes with an expression Katsuki couldn't quite read. He nudged her with his knee. "You alright?"

"Dunno. I think so." She ran a hand through her hair. "I kind of thought it'd be harder to leave."

Katsuki joined her on the floor, leaning against his knees with his elbows. "Whaddya mean?"

"I mean that this feels... I dunno, too easy?" She cocked her head to the side as if she was confused at her own words. "Like... I'm gonna miss my family, of course, but I think that's it. Is that wrong?"

There were a few beats of silence before Bakugou responded. Y/N turned to look at him, eagerly awaiting his answer.

"It's not wrong." He paused again. "Like you said, you'll miss your family, but... I dunno. You've got a lot of people waiting for you in Japan. A job... friends... an apartment..."

"A hero boyfriend," Y/N teased, elbowing him.

The corner of his mouth turned up a bit. "The fucking best hero boyfriend. So... it's fine if you're... not sad. I think it's more important that you're excited."

Y/N raised her eyebrows at him.

"What?" He snapped.

"That was very profound. Bravo."

He climbed to his feet and rolled his eyes. "God, you're the worst." He reached down to help her up.

Once they were both standing, his hands traced down her arms to her hands, slow and calculated. The action was surprisingly gentle– Y/N looked at him curiously, but he was only looking at where their hands met.

For a while he stood there, quiet, and Y/N let him. His fingers danced against hers and he seemed to just be... taking it in; feeling her hands, rubbing his thumbs over her knuckles. His eyes flickered to hers for only a second before they fell again. "Remember that day at the pool?"

That was a bit unexpected.

"Last year? At UA?"

Bakugou nodded. His eyes stayed on their hands as he spoke. "I thought you were going to kiss me. On top of that building, I was gonna throw your sorry ass into the water, you leaned in for like a second and I thought you were going to kiss me."

Y/N snorted a bit at the memory. "Didn't I yank us both off the building?"

He rolled his eyes a bit, but afterwards still kept them on their hands. He blinked. "I think I wanted you to kiss me."

She tilted her head to the side a bit, taken aback by his words. "You're a liar. That was months before you kissed me for the first time," She teased.

"No," He interrupted. Finally, finally, he looked back into her eyes. His expression was soft. It was so rare that she got to see Katsuki like this– he worked so hard to keep that part of himself hidden. He was so terrible at expressing himself, save for those few precious moments. He tightened his grasp on her hands. "No. After that, I wanted to kiss you every fucking time I saw you."

Now Y/N was really surprised. She looked up at him, eyes wide at his endearing words, waiting eagerly for him to finish his point. Why was he saying all of this?

"I couldn't get you out of my head. Jesus, I spent so much time just wondering when I could fucking see you again. I wanted to be around you so bad it hurt."

"Then... why'd you wait so long?" Y/N questioned. "I felt the same, and I think you knew that."

"I did," He grumbled. His eyes fell, his gaze once again stuck to her hands. "I was scared. I don't fucking get scared, Tinkerbell, but I was scared all the fucking time. I was so damn confused, I didn't know what the hell to do."

"Scared? Why?"

He was on a roll now. The words came out like it was nothing– it was easy. For the first time ever, talking was easy. "I told myself... that... that my fear was 'cause something bad was gonna happen to you or some shit. Then you got your quirk back, and that stupid fucking fear I was feeling didn't go away even though you could take care of yourself, and I realized that I was... wrong. I wasn't scared you were gonna get hurt, I was scared I was gonna... miss my chance. I was gonna miss my chance with you if I didn't get off my ass and fucking do something."

Y/N mirrored him and let her gaze fall to their hands, her cheeks flushed. It wasn't uncommon for Katsuki to say something sweet, but this was different. This was him going out on a limb, taking a risk.

Katsuki let one of his hands go and reached to touch the side of her face. His thumb danced across her scar, then traced down her cheek and gently lifted her chin to look at him. "'M glad I got off my ass."

Bakugou leaned down slowly, both of their eyes drifted shut as his lips softly pressed against hers. It was the most gentle Katsuki had ever been– he didn't press harder, didn't pull her closer, even when he deepened the kiss. It stayed tender and loving and Y/N could barely breathe through how hard her chest was thumping.

When Bakugou pulled away, he stared at her for a moment before speaking and let his thumb brush against her bottom lip. "Let's go home, Tinkerbell."

4 YEARS LATER

"Dude, you need to relax," Kirishima muttered. "You're rigid as hell. She's gonna think something's up."

Bakugou and his best friend were leaning against the counter in his apartment, each of them holding a glass of champagne. Y/N and the rest of their friends were in the living room eating the birthday cake Uraraka had made, laughing amongst themselves at some stupid inside joke Kaminari had made. The party had been in the works for weeks– Bakugou especially was dealing with much more anticipation than normal.

"I'm trying," Katsuki hissed. "How the fuck am I supposed to relax?"

"You don't need to be nervous, Kat. Seriously. Do you need another drink?"

"I don't wanna get drunk, dumbass." He wasn't looking at Kirishima though. Instead, his gaze was fixed firmly on Y/N, who was now holding up her fist victoriously at having won some game against Jirou. He took a shaky breath when she looked up at him and winked.

Luckily, she seemed oblivious. Maybe Kirishima was right.

"It's gonna be fine, bro. I promise you. The party's going great, and I'll make sure everyone's outta here by midnight. Uraraka is even making sure she doesn't drink too much. It's all under control, yeah?"

"Yeah," Bakugou muttered. "Fine. Whatever."

"Good. Now go be with her, it's her birthday."

As if on cue, Y/N cupped her hands around her mouth and yelled across the room to the boys, "Hey! It's my birthday you asshats, get over here!"

~~~

The night was full of festivities. They'd had dinner, cake, champagne, and played a weird assortment of drinking games that Y/N somehow won most of. Actually, she barely had to drink at all. Luckily she didn't seem to notice that her friends were losing on purpose– in fact, Kaminari and Jirou had gotten downright plastered in trying to keep her the winner.

Even though the party was a perfect success, Bakugou felt like he was going to throw up the entire time. He stayed pretty quiet most of the night, even with a drink or two in him, but thank god for Kirishima– whenever Y/N seemed to be getting suspicious of his behavior, Eijirou took it upon himself to distract her. He was fantastic at it and sometimes even roped in their two cats for assistance.

When the credits rolled on Y/N's favorite movie, her friends all conveniently had a reason to leave. It was the end of the night anyways– she loved her friends, but Y/N also wanted some time with Bakugou. They both had come home right after work to prepare for the party (Katsuki was especially busy making the dinner) and had barely seen each other.

Each of her friends gave big hugs and happy birthday wishes as they left, but they also seemed to be shooting quick glances at Katsuki. Even Midoriya gave Bakugou a weird smile on his way out. What was that about?

Kirishima was the last one to leave. He gave Y/N a suffocating hug and a peck on the cheek before making his way over to Bakugou. Unfortunately, the second hug was for him– during the embrace, he muttered a soft, "You got this, buddy."

Bakugou couldn't get a handle on his nerves, but the big pat on the back from his best friend seemed to calm him down... just a little. He closed the door behind Kirishima and took a deep breath.

"Man, I have never won a drinking game before. Did you see that? I won pretty much every time tonight!" Y/N cackled. She turned to look at her boyfriend, who was still frozen holding the doorknob. "What's up with you? You've been quiet all night. You okay?"

He put his hands in his pockets, but his grasp closed around the small box and his breath caught in his throat. "All good. Just tired," He lied.

But Kirishima wasn't here to cover for him anymore, and he wasn't good at hiding things from her. They'd known each other too long. Y/N knew every tell Bakugou had, and he had to be sounding every alarm in her pretty head right now.

"Was it too much tonight? Sorry, I should've checked in with you earlier."

He heard her footsteps getting closer and whipped around quickly. Too quickly.

"Woah. Okay, what's going on? You look like you've seen a fucking ghost." She stood in front of him now with her hands on her hips and squinting eyes. Dammit, she was onto him.

"I'm fine, Tinkerbell. Just tipsy."

"No you're not. You've had one glass of champagne, dumbass."

Fuck. She kept track?

It was too late. His silence spoke volumes.

"Did you forget to get me a gift or something? You know I don't care about–"

"Gimme a minute." He moved her out of his way and left to close himself in their bedroom. She was too shocked to stop him– he was clearly having a hard time breathing. Maybe he needed space? He sometimes got overwhelmed at parties, but not usually this bad.

Once in their room, he reached behind his nightstand and grabbed the bouquet of sunflowers. It was tradition; every year he gave her sunflowers for her birthday, and every year she loved them. This time they came with something else.

Bakugou sat down on the edge of their bed and pulled the box out of his pocket with nervous fingers. He popped it open to look inside for the millionth time, and for the millionth time, the diamond ring sparkled back up at him.

He'd picked it on his own. Well, that's not true– Kirishima had come with him for help, but Y/N had no involvement. She'd stayed clueless through the whole process, but he almost wanted her to find out at this point. The anticipation was killing him.

It wasn't that he thought she'd say no. After five years together, of course they'd talked about their future, but not once had Y/N told him any kind of expectations for a proposal. Of course they would get married one day, but what if she didn't want to yet? What if she didn't like the ring? What if the proposal wasn't fancy enough?

He glared at the bouquet of sunflowers in his hand. They suddenly felt too shabby for the occasion. He was asking to be her husband, for god's sake– he should've gotten her a million sunflowers.

For the first time in his life, Bakugou wondered if he was good enough.

The thought vanished from his mind when he heard the door open. "Wait–" He called, but it was too late. She was already through the door and staring at the image before her.

He was on the edge of the bed, holding a bouquet of sunflowers and an opened ring box with his cheeks flushed pink. "Dammit," He muttered. He'd fucked up the proposal, hadn't he? "I was... gonna take you out back... Kirishima and I set up a thing, and uh... fuck." He stood up and stepped towards her.

In an instant, Y/N's arms were wrapped around his neck and she was peppering kisses all over his face. His hands were still holding the ring and flowers, so he couldn't hold her. He was too surprised to anyway. "But I– I fucked it up," He grumbled through the onslaught of kisses.

Y/N pulled away and stared at him with watery eyes. For a few moments they only looked at each other, and then she took a step back from him and shook her head. "No you didn't. Watch, I'll pretend I didn't see anything." She turned to dart out the bedroom.

Bakugou didn't care anymore, much too overwhelmed with adoration. He dropped what he was holding and snatched her wrist to yank Y/N back against him, pulling her into a desperate kiss. She yelped a bit in surprise but melted into it easily, letting him hold her waist as she wrapped her arms around his neck again. "Don't leave," He said, and lifted her up slightly to turn and lower her onto the bed with him.

His body caged her against the bed. He'd always been bigger than her, but over the years together that size difference only increased. He was now at least a foot taller than her and each year it got easier to move her around as he pleased. She seemed to like it, too.

Katsuki kissed her again, still desperate to feel her close. She was perfect; always had been. Y/N kept trying to talk but each time he delved back in to press his lips to hers once more. They were rough, needy kisses that she eventually had to put a stop to by putting her hands on his chest and pushing hard.

He seemed pissed off at the interruption.

"Don't you have something you wanna ask me, dumbass?" She laughed.

"Marry me," He said through his panting.

"That wasn't a question."

"Fuck. Marry me, please?" He begged, tilting his head to the side.

Y/N laughed again. "The 'please' was good, but–"

"C'mon, Tinkerbell," Bakugou groaned. He leaned down again to begin kissing against her neck. "Be my wife."

"Again, that was not a question." She was toying with him at this point.

Katsuki didn't care. He loved her too much to care. He'd ask her as many times as it took. After finally working up the courage for the real question, he pulled back and looked right at her. "Will you marry me?"

And who could say no to that?