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Sunshine

Plot: Y/N’s unwavering positivity melts Katsuki Bakugou's tough demeanor, sparking an unexpected friendship.

"Y/N is at it again," Kirishima chuckled, watching as Y/N bounded up to Bakugou with a bright smile.

"Hey Bakugou! How was your morning training?" she asked cheerfully, oblivious to the eye roll Bakugou attempted to conceal.

"None of your business, L/N," Bakugou grumbled, though the sharp edge in his voice softened slightly.

Undeterred, Y/N continued, "Well, I hope it went well! Oh, and here's a snack for you. You must be hungry after all that hard work!"

Bakugou hesitated for a moment, eyeing the offered snack suspiciously before reluctantly accepting it. "Whatever. Thanks."

As weeks passed, Y/N's persistent kindness began to chip away at Bakugou's tough exterior. They found themselves in unexpected conversations during lunch breaks and occasionally sitting next to each other in class.

One afternoon, as they walked together after a particularly intense training session, Bakugou unexpectedly spoke up, "You know, you're annoyingly persistent."

Y/N laughed softly, "I've been told that before. But hey, it's all about spreading positivity, right?"

Bakugou grunted, looking away. "Tch. You don't have to bother with someone like me."

Y/N stopped and turned to face him, her expression serious. "Hey, Bakugou. We're classmates, and more importantly, we're friends. I don't care how tough you act; I know there's more to you than that."

Bakugou scowled but didn't argue. He knew Y/N saw through him more clearly than he cared to admit.

Over time, Bakugou found himself seeking out Y/N’s company more often. He enjoyed their conversations—whether about hero techniques or simply sharing stories about their lives outside of school. He even found himself smiling occasionally at Y/N’s jokes, something he never thought he would do.

One day, during a training exercise that pushed Bakugou to his limits, he found Y/N waiting for him afterward with a bottle of water and a concerned expression.

"You did amazing out there, Bakugou," Y/N said sincerely, handing him the water. "I'm proud of you."

Bakugou stared at Y/N for a moment, unsure how to respond. No one had ever praised his efforts like that before. After a beat, he grunted, "Yeah, well, I guess."

Y/N grinned, seeing the small crack in Bakugou's tough façade. "Come on, let's grab something to eat. I'm starving!"

Bakugou rolled his eyes but followed Y/N nonetheless, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

As time went on, the other students in Class 1-A couldn't help but notice the change in Bakugou. He still had his moments of explosive temper, but he was noticeably more patient and understanding, especially with his classmates. And it was all thanks to Y/N’s unwavering kindness and friendship.

In the end, the story of Bakugou and Y/N became a testament to the power of friendship and how even the fiercest hearts can be softened by a little bit of sunshine.

Sparks Ignite pt.2

Plot: Katsuki Bakugo and Y/N L/N are known for their intense rivalry, their constant bickering and competitive spirit are a source of both amusement and frustration for their classmates and teachers until, their rivalry evolves into a simple relationship.

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A/N: @pokiez-1217 requested a pt.2 of sparks ignite. so yeah hope you enjoy this!

Weeks turned into months at UA High, and the dynamic between Katsuki Bakugo and Y/N L/N continued to evolve, much to the intrigue of their classmates. What had started as a confrontational rivalry had softened into a grumpy respect and occasional partnership during training exercises.

One brisk autumn evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon casting long shadows across the campus, Bakugo found himself once again paired with Y/N for a combat simulation. Their task was to rescue mock hostages from a simulated villain attack scenario.

"You better not screw this up, Ice Cube," Bakugo muttered under his breath as they strategized near the edge of the training ground.

Y/N shot back a smirk, unfazed by Bakugo's usual bluster. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you don't blow up everything in sight before we even get started."

The simulation began with a blaring alarm and the sudden appearance of holographic villains. Bakugo and Y/N moved in sync, their movements fluid and coordinated despite the tension between them. Bakugo's explosions cleared a path through the opponent while Y/N swiftly disabled threats with precise ice attacks.

As they reached the hostages, Bakugo grunted with satisfaction. "Looks like we're ahead of the others again."

Y/N nodded, their expression serious but tinged with a hint of pride. "Let's wrap this up. I'm not interested in dragging this out longer than necessary."

Their classmates watched from the sidelines, impressed by the seamless teamwork that had developed between the once-bitter rivals. Kirishima couldn't help but grin, nudging Midoriya and Uraraka beside him. "They're really something, aren't they? Who would've thought Bakugo and Y/N would make such a formidable duo?"

Midoriya nodded enthusiastically, his eyes fixed on the simulation. "It's amazing how far they've come. They've really learned to work together."

Uraraka chuckled softly. "Yeah, though I bet they'll never admit it."

Meanwhile, Bakugo and Y/N efficiently completed their mission, their focus unbroken despite the simulated chaos around them. Once the hostages were safely escorted to the designated safe zone, the simulation ended with a congratulatory message flashing across the screens.

As they walked back to the dormitories together, Y/N couldn't resist a small tease. "Not bad, Bakugo. Maybe one day you'll admit that teaming up with me isn't the worst thing in the world."

Bakugo scoffed, but there was a grudging hint of approval in his voice. "Don't get ahead of yourself, Ice Cube. This was just a simulation."

Y/N chuckled, bumping shoulders with him playfully. "Of course, Bakugo. Wouldn't want to give you too much credit."

Their banter continued as they disappeared into the dormitory hallway, leaving their classmates to marvel at the ever-evolving relationship between two of UA High's most formidable students.

Months passed, and the partnership between Katsuki Bakugo and Y/N L/N continued to strengthen. Their classmates couldn't deny the undeniable chemistry that crackled between them during training sessions and missions. Yet, despite the growing bond, neither Bakugo nor Y/N were willing to acknowledge the deeper feelings that had begun to surface.

One evening, after a particularly grueling training session, Bakugo and Y/N found themselves alone in the courtyard under a starlit sky. They leaned against the railing, catching their breaths in the calmness that followed the day's intense activities.

"You know," Y/N began, their voice quiet yet carrying a weight of unspoken thoughts, "we make a good team, Bakugo."

Bakugo grunted in response, his gaze fixed on the distant lights of the city. "Don't get soft on me now, Ice Cube. It's just training."

Y/N chuckled softly, their tone gentle. "It's more than that, and you know it."

There was a pause as they both contemplated the unspoken words hanging between them. Bakugo clenched his fists, a rare moment of weakness flashing in his crimson eyes.

"Yeah, well... doesn't mean anything," he muttered, almost to himself.

Y/N turned to face him, their expression softening with understanding. "It could, though."

Bakugo's jaw tensed, his usual bravado wavering under Y/N's steady gaze. Before he could respond, Y/N took a step closer, their hand reaching out to lightly touch his arm.

"You don't have to pretend with me, Bakugo," Y/N said quietly. "I know there's more to us than just rivalry."

Bakugo hesitated, a countless of emotions flickering across his features. Finally, he let out a sigh, his voice barely above a whisper. "Damn it, Y/N..."

Before he could finish, Y/N closed the gap between them, pressing their lips softly against his in a tentative kiss. For a moment, time seemed to stand still as Bakugo froze in surprise. Then, without hesitation, he responded, pulling Y/N closer as the kiss deepened.

When they finally pulled apart, their foreheads rested against each other, breaths mingling in the cool night air. Bakugo's usual scowl had softened into something resembling contentment, a rare sight for anyone who knew him well.

"I guess... we're more than just rivals now," Bakugo murmured, a faint smirk playing on his lips.

Y/N chuckled softly, their fingers intertwining with his. "Yeah, I guess we are."

Their confession hung in the air, unspoken but understood by both. As they stood together under the stars, hand in hand, their journey from rivals to allies to something more had come full circle.

Opposites Attraction

Plot: Katsuki Bakugo, a driven and competitive student at UA High, finds himself intrigued by Y/N, a classmate known for their calm and compassionate nature

Katsuki Bakugo was famous at UA High for his fiery temper and strong determination. He was always competitive, both in school and during hero training. But there was someone in his class who was the opposite of him – Y/N.

Y/N was quiet, kind, and always ready to help others. They had a gentle smile that could calm even the most chaotic situations. This puzzled Bakugo. He couldn't understand how someone could be so... gentle.

One afternoon after class, Bakugo found himself paired with Y/N for a training exercise. They were tasked with rescuing mock hostages from a building rigged with traps. Bakugo stormed ahead, blasting through obstacles with his explosions, while Y/N took a more cautious approach, carefully disarming traps and checking for any hidden dangers.

At one point, Bakugo triggered a trap that sent debris flying toward him. Without hesitation, Y/N rushed forward, shielding him from the worst of it. "Watch out!" they shouted, pulling him out of harm's way.

Bakugo was momentarily stunned. No one had ever risked themselves to protect him like that before. "Thanks," he grumbled, though the word carried a hint of genuine appreciation.

Y/N smiled softly. "We're a team, remember? We have to watch each other's backs."

As they continued through the exercise, Bakugo found himself watching Y/N closely. They weren't just gentle; they were also brave and smart. Their ability to stay calm under pressure impressed him more than he cared to admit.

After training, they sat together in the common area, reviewing their performance. "You were quick to react back there," Bakugo noted, grudgingly acknowledging Y/N's actions.

Y/N shrugged modestly. "I just did what anyone would do."

"No, you did more," Bakugo insisted, surprising even himself with the sincerity in his tone. "You didn't hesitate. That's... impressive."

Y/N's cheeks turned pink, and they looked down at their hands, shy under Bakugo's intense gaze. "Thanks, Bakugo. I appreciate that coming from you."

From then on, Bakugo found himself seeking out Y/N's company more often. He enjoyed their conversations about hero tactics, their study sessions where Y/N patiently explained concepts he struggled to grasp, and their quiet moments in the library, where they sometimes sat in comfortable silence.

One evening, as they walked back to the dorms after a particularly grueling training session, Bakugo found himself wanting to say something more. "Hey, Y/N," he began awkwardly, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

Y/N looked over at him, their eyes curious. "What's up?"

Bakugo hesitated for a moment, then blurted out, "I... appreciate having you around. You make things less... annoying."

Y/N laughed softly, a sound that made Bakugo's heart skip a beat. "I appreciate you too, Katsuki. You're not as scary as everyone says."

Bakugo scowled, but there was a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. "Good. 'Cause I'm not planning on going anywhere."

As they reached the dorms, Bakugo realized with a start that he wasn't just saying empty words. He meant it. And maybe, just maybe, Y/N's gentle presence was exactly what he needed in his life.

Shared Tales

Plot: Bakugou spotted a book in a shop window that reminded him of Y/N's taste in stories. Without a second thought, he bought it and surprised her with it later that evening.

Bakugou wasn't the type to do mushy stuff, but when he saw a book he knew Y/N would love, he couldn't resist buying it. He surprised her with it one afternoon, saying, "Read this and tell me all about it when you're done."

Y/N, always eager for a new read, dove into the book right away. It was a tale of adventure and friendship, with characters who got into all sorts of crazy situations.

Days later, Y/N finished the book and rushed to find Bakugou. "Okay, so, in the story, there's this group of friends who discover a hidden treasure, but then they accidentally lose it!"

Bakugou sat back, listening closely as Y/N animatedly recounted the plot. He chuckled at the parts where the characters made silly mistakes and nodded along when she described the intense moments.

"And then, they all work together to find the treasure again, and they learn important lessons about friendship," Y/N finished with a satisfied smile.

Bakugou grinned, genuinely enjoying Y/N's excitement. "Sounds like those idiots got themselves into a mess, huh?"

Y/N laughed and nodded. "Exactly! But it all works out in the end."

Bakugou leaned over and kissed Y/N on the cheek. "Thanks for telling me about it. You make it sound way more interesting than just reading it myself."

Y/N hugged him tight, grateful that Bakugou understood how much she loved books and how much she loved sharing them with him. It was their own special way of connecting, where words on pages became stories in their hearts.

Secret Crush

Plot: Bakugou has a secret crush on Y/N, a healer. After she helps him, Kirishima pushes him to confess his feelings, leading to a new connection between them.

Bakugou Katsuki was known for his explosive personality and fierce determination. But beneath his tough exterior, there was a softer side that only a few people had glimpsed. One person who had unknowingly captured this softer side was Y/N. Y/N was a calm and sweet person whose quirk was like a blessing. She could heal both herself and others, no matter how serious the injury.

The students of U.A. High School admired Y/N for her kindness and healing abilities, and she had a natural way of soothing people. Bakugou, who usually kept to himself, found himself drawn to Y/N. He admired her from afar, never quite able to figure out how to express his feelings. To him, she was like a quiet light in the midst of chaos.

One day, during a training session, Bakugou accidentally injured his arm during a particularly intense exercise. As usual, he tried to brush off the pain, but it was clear he was struggling. Y/N noticed his discomfort from across the room and approached him with a gentle smile.

“Let me help,” Y/N said softly.

Bakugou grunted in response but reluctantly extended his injured arm. As Y/N placed her hands over the wound, a warm glow emanated from her, and the pain seemed to melt away. Bakugou stared at her, a mix of embarrassment and gratitude in his eyes.

Kirishima Eijiro, Bakugou’s close friend, watched the exchange with growing curiosity. He had always been observant of his friends, and it wasn’t lost on him how Bakugou’s usual gruff demeanor seemed to soften around Y/N. Kirishima decided to dig a little deeper, not entirely sure what he would find but certain there was more to Bakugou’s feelings than met the eye.

Later that day, Kirishima cornered Bakugou in the common area of the dorms. “Hey, Bakugou,” he said casually, “you seemed pretty into Y/N today. Everything alright?”

Bakugou, caught off guard, scowled. “What are you talking about? I just needed my arm fixed. Nothing more.”

Kirishima raised an eyebrow, not buying Bakugou’s tough act. “I’ve seen the way you look at her. It’s not just about her healing you. You’ve got a thing for her, don’t you?”

Bakugou’s face turned a deep shade of red, and he growled in frustration. “Shut up, shitty hair! It’s not like that. I—” He trailed off, unable to find the right words to express himself.

Kirishima chuckled. “You don’t need to admit it to me. It’s pretty clear that you care about her. Just, maybe try not to be so hard on yourself. If you like her, maybe you should let her know.”

Bakugou huffed but seemed to ponder Kirishima’s words. The next day, during another training session, he found himself once again in need of Y/N’s help. As she healed him, he gathered the courage to speak up.

“Y/N,” he began awkwardly, “I, uh, I just wanted to say thanks. For everything. You’re…you’re really amazing.”

Y/N looked at him with a warm smile. “You don’t need to thank me, Bakugou. I’m just happy to help.”

Bakugou’s heart raced, and he finally managed to admit, “I don’t just mean thanks for the healing. I… I really appreciate you. More than you might know.”

Y/N’s eyes widened in surprise and delight. “Bakugou, I didn’t know you felt that way.”

Bakugou shrugged, trying to play it cool but failing miserably. “Yeah, well, I guess I’m not very good at this.”

Y/N smiled even wider. “That’s okay. I’m glad you told me.”

From that day on, things between Bakugou and Y/N began to change. They started spending more time together, and Bakugou found himself slowly opening up more. Kirishima watched with a grin, glad to see his friend finally letting his softer side shine through. And while Bakugou and Y/N’s journey was just beginning, it was clear that something special was growing between them, thanks to the gentle healing touch of a kind-hearted hero and the unexpected feelings of a stubborn, explosive one.

Quite Comfort

Plot: At UA High, Bakugou's explosive temper finds calm around YN, the quiet girl mistaken for mute.

Bakugou Katsuki was known for his explosive temper and booming voice, a force of nature that intimidated most of his classmates. In stark contrast, YN was the quietest student in the class, rarely speaking—so much so that some speculated she might be mute.

Despite their differences, Bakugou found himself oddly calm whenever he was around YN. His reasoning was straightforward: her silence meant there was nothing to provoke his anger. He discovered a peculiar comfort in her quiet presence, as if her serene demeanor acted as a shield against his own volatile emotions.

One afternoon after class, Bakugou spotted YN sitting alone in the courtyard, engrossed in her sketchbook. He approached cautiously, not wanting to disturb her. "Hey," he grunted, trying to sound casual.

YN looked up, surprise flickering briefly in her eyes before she nodded in greeting.

"What are you drawing?" Bakugou asked, genuinely curious despite himself.

YN hesitated for a moment, then showed him the sketch—an intricate design of explosions intertwined with delicate flowers. Bakugou's eyebrows lifted in genuine admiration. "That's pretty cool," he admitted, a rare compliment from him.

YN smiled faintly, a small but genuine expression that made Bakugou feel oddly satisfied.

From that day on, a silent understanding grew between them. Bakugou would often find YN in quiet corners of the campus, reading or drawing, and he would sit beside her without a word. They didn't always talk, but the comfort of each other's presence was enough.

As weeks passed, Bakugou's classmates couldn't help but notice his unusual calmness whenever he was around YN. Kirishima, who had witnessed Bakugou explode over the smallest things, was particularly bewildered.

"Dude, why are you so chill around YN?" Kirishima asked one day during lunch, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

Bakugou scowled, his usual response to any probing question. "Shut up, Shitty Hair. It's none of your business."

But Kirishima was persistent. "No, seriously! You're like a different person around her. It's freaky."

Across the table, Mina chimed in with a mischievous grin. "Maybe Bakugou's got a crush!"

Bakugou's face turned an alarming shade of red, and he immediately exploded—verbally, this time. "I do not have a stupid crush, you idiots! She's just... quiet. It's not annoying."

Denki, always ready to tease Bakugou, leaned forward with a smirk. "Ohhh, Bakugou's got a soft spot!"

Bakugou slammed his hands on the table, causing everyone to jump. "I swear, I will blast you all into oblivion if you don't shut up!"

The teasing continued for days, with Bakugou's classmates making sly comments whenever he and YN were seen together. Todoroki, who observed silently from a distance, found the whole situation amusing but wisely chose not to comment.

Meanwhile, YN remained oblivious to the attention, quietly going about her day as usual. She noticed Bakugou's classmates whispering and giggling whenever they were around, but she paid it no mind. She was used to being the quiet one, after all.

One day, during hero training, Uraraka couldn't resist asking YN about her unique effect on Bakugou. "Hey YN, do you know that Bakugou acts all calm and collected around you?"

Y/N blinked in surprise, then smiled softly. "Yeah, I've noticed. It's... nice."

Uraraka grinned knowingly. "You must have some superpower we don't know about!"

YN chuckled softly, shaking her head. "I think he just appreciates the quiet."

From then on, Bakugou's calmness around Y/N became a running joke among the class, but it also garnered a newfound respect for Y/N's ability to soothe even the fieriest of tempers. As for Bakugou, while he continued to strongly deny any feelings beyond platonic friendship, his actions spoke louder than his words. He found comfort in YN's quiet presence, a rare oasis of calm in his otherwise explosive world.

Snapshoot

Plot: Bakugou and YN enjoy a relaxed day at the mall after a busy week at U.A. YN convinces Bakugou to take a silly photo together in a photobooth.

It was a quiet Saturday, and Bakugou was finally able to relax after a long week at U.A. High. He didn’t mind the hard work, but he needed a break. That’s when YN, his girlfriend, suggested they go to the mall to hang out.

As they strolled through the bustling mall, YN suddenly stopped, her eyes lighting up as she spotted a photobooth. “Katsuki, look!” she said excitedly, tugging on his arm. “Let’s take a picture together!”

Bakugou raised an eyebrow, glancing at the booth. “A photobooth? Really? That’s so cheesy,” he grumbled, crossing his arms.

YN pouted playfully. “Come on, it’ll be fun! Just one picture. Please?” She looked up at him with wide, pleading eyes.

Bakugou let out an exaggerated sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Tch, fine. But only because you’re asking.” He tried to sound annoyed, but the corner of his mouth twitched up just a little.

“Yay!” YN cheered, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the booth. They squeezed into the small space, and YN quickly pressed the start button.

“Alright, smile!” YN said, beaming at the camera.

Bakugou tried to keep a serious face, but YN stuck out her tongue and made a silly face just as the camera clicked. Despite himself, Bakugou couldn’t help but chuckle, his tough exterior cracking for a moment.

“See? That wasn’t so bad,” YN teased as the photos printed out. She grabbed the strip and waved it in front of his face. “You look cute when you smile, you know.”

“Shut up,” Bakugou muttered, though his cheeks tinged slightly pink. He snatched the photos from her, stuffing them into his pocket. “Let’s just keep moving.”

The rest of the day was spent wandering the mall, trying out different snacks, and even playing a few games at the arcade. YN laughed as she watched Bakugou dominate every game, his competitive side in full force.

“Seriously, you’re too good at this,” she said, shaking her head as he racked up another high score.

“It’s not that hard,” Bakugou replied, a smirk on his face. “But I guess you’ll just have to keep up.”

When it was time to go home, Bakugou insisted on walking YN to her house. “I’ll make sure you get home safe,” he said firmly.

YN smiled, leaning into his side as they walked. “Thanks, Katsuki. Today was really fun.”

“Yeah, it was alright,” he replied, trying to sound indifferent, but his softened tone gave him away.

Once YN was safely inside her house, Bakugou started heading home. The evening air was cool, and as he walked, he found himself thinking about the day. It had been nice, spending time with YN, just the two of them.

When he got home, Bakugou threw himself onto his bed, feeling a bit tired but content. That’s when he remembered the photo they took earlier. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the strip of pictures. As he looked at them, a small smile crept onto his face.

In the photos, YN was beaming, her joy evident in every shot. And there he was, caught off guard, actually smiling—a real smile. It was rare for him, but with YN, it felt natural.

Bakugou carefully placed the photo on his nightstand, where he could see it every day. He stared at it for a moment longer, his smile lingering, before finally turning off the light and closing his eyes, feeling a warmth in his chest that he knew came from her.

You Called

Plot: YN, feeling low, texts Bakugou for help. Unexpectedly, he shows up at her door, offering silent support and proving he’s there when she needs him.

YN sat on her bed, feeling weighed down by the events of the day. After a while, she took out her phone and hesitated before sending a message to Bakugou.

“Hey, I need someone to talk to. Can you come over?”

She waited, staring at her screen, but Bakugou didn’t reply. After a few minutes, she sighed and set her phone aside, thinking she shouldn’t have bothered him.

Suddenly, there was a knock at her door. Startled, she opened it to find Bakugou standing there, looking serious but concerned.

“You came?” YN asked, her voice trembling.

Bakugou’s eyes softened slightly. “You called, didn’t you?”

YN nodded, trying to hold back tears. “I didn’t think you’d actually come. I... I didn’t know who else to ask.”

Bakugou stepped inside and closed the door behind him. “Well, here I am. What happened?”

YN took a deep breath. “It’s just been a really tough day. Everything seemed to go wrong, and I felt like I was drowning in it.”

Bakugou walked over to sit beside her on the bed. “Tell me about it.”

She hesitated but began to share what had happened, her voice breaking occasionally. Bakugou listened quietly, nodding occasionally but not interrupting.

When she finished, he said, “That sounds rough. But you’re not alone. I’m here now.”

YN looked at him, feeling a mix of relief and gratitude. “Thank you for coming. I didn’t expect this.”

Bakugou shrugged, a rare soft smile on his face. “Yeah, well, sometimes people need to be there for each other. I’m not going anywhere.”

They sat in silence for a moment, YN feeling a little better just from having Bakugou’s presence. The evening passed with him offering quiet support, and by the time he left, YN felt a bit of the heaviness lift, knowing she wasn’t alone.

For you, I Fight

Plot: YN protects injured Bakugou. Fueled by memories, Bakugou fights back and vows to keep YN safe.

A/N: this is a request from @supernerdycookietrashblrr (req). I’m sorry if this story didn’t meet your expectations, but I did my best to deliver your request, I hope you enjoy this though!!

The battlefield was a mess. Smoke and debris filled the air as Shigaraki’s attacks tore everything apart. Bakugou Katsuki lay injured and barely conscious. His usual fiery spirit was overshadowed by pain, his body a broken mess.

Amid the chaos, YN stood between Shigaraki and Bakugou, taking every hit meant for him. They shielded Bakugou with their own body, taking the brunt of the attacks.

“Stay down, Bakugou!” YN yelled, their voice strained but firm. “I’m not letting him get to you!”

Bakugou’s eyes, normally so full of fire, were wide with fear. He wanted to move, to fight back, but his body wouldn’t listen. Every time YN took a blow, it felt like it was breaking him more inside.

When Shigaraki landed a massive hit, YN’s arm snapped. Pain shot through them, but they didn’t stop. They stayed on their feet, protecting Bakugou despite their injuries.

Edgeshot, a hero known for his precision, made his way through the chaos to YN. His eyes widened with concern. He quickly used his quirk to stabilize YN’s worst injuries.

As Edgeshot worked, Bakugou struggled to pull himself together. Seeing YN’s battered form lit a fire in him. He was angry and scared, but most of all, he was determined. He had to fight back for the person who was risking everything for him.

“Don’t you dare… don’t you dare leave me!” Bakugou shouted, his voice cracking. He launched himself at Shigaraki with all his remaining strength. Each explosion was fueled by his worry and gratitude.

Edgeshot glanced up. “You focus on him. I’ll take care of YN”

Bakugou, now focused, threw himself into the fight. His attacks were wild, driven by a mix of anger and a desperate need to protect. Shigaraki, surprised by Bakugou’s fierce attacks, was pushed back.

As Bakugou fought, flashes of memories ran through his mind. He remembered the quiet moments with YN, their laughter, and the way they would hold each other close. He saw them walking hand in hand, smiling at each other, and how happy they were together before this battle began.

In one flashback, he remembered YN’s soft smile as they had shared a peaceful moment, away from all the chaos. Another memory was of them laughing together, enjoying a simple evening. Those moments seemed so distant now, but they gave Bakugou strength to keep going.

Finally, Shigaraki was forced to retreat. Bakugou hurried back to YN’s side. He found them still in critical condition, but Edgeshot had managed to stabilize them. Bakugou knelt beside YN, his face full of worry.

“YN… you better not leave me,” Bakugou said, his voice breaking. “I need you. I don’t know how to do this without you.”

YN, barely conscious, reached out and took Bakugou’s hand. “I’m here… I’m not going anywhere.”

Tears filled Bakugou’s eyes as he held Y/N’s hand tightly. “I’m sorry. For everything. I promise I’ll keep you safe.”

In the midst of the battle’s aftermath, Bakugou held YN close, his usual bravado replaced by a deep sense of gratitude and fear. The fight was over, but in that quiet moment, the bond between them was stronger than ever.

Anti-Hero

Plot: Bakugou teams up with the mysterious Anti-Hero, Akimetsu, to fight All For One.

P.S: Akimetsu is still YN

A/N: This story is inspired by a tiktok video that I saw, I don’t really use c.ai so I decided to make a story about it, sorry if this story is not the best, I just did this story for my own satisfaction cause I want it to be a story. but since I did it why not post it here on tumblr, the real owner of the idea is feeding.your.delu8 it’s on tiktok. That’s all enjoy reading!!

The rain poured heavily, drenching the city in darkness. Lightning flashed across the sky, followed by the deep rumble of thunder. Inside UA High, Bakugou, Izuku, and Shoto stood in Aizawa's office. The room was dimly lit, shadows flickering as the storm raged outside. The atmosphere was tense as they discussed their latest mission: finding a recruit to help them in the final battle against All For One and the League of Villains. They couldn't afford to fail—humanity's survival depended on it.

Aizawa, sitting behind his desk, looked serious. His elbows rested on the table, fingers intertwined as he leaned forward.

"I found a potential recruit. But it will be risky," Aizawa began, immediately catching the trio's attention.

"Who is it, Aizawa-sensei?" Izuku asked, speaking for all three of them. Bakugou and Shoto nodded, their eyes fixed on their teacher.

Aizawa reached into a drawer and pulled out a brown folder, tossing it onto the table. The folder slid across the surface, stopping in front of the three students.

"She's an Anti-Hero. A dangerous one at that. We don't know much about her. She's a slick girl who barely leaves any traces or information behind," Aizawa explained. Izuku picked up the folder, his curiosity piqued. Bakugou and Shoto leaned in, eager to see what was inside.

As Izuku opened the folder, a photo of a girl stared back at them. She wore a white joker mask and an all-black outfit, giving her an eerie, mysterious appearance.

Name: ??

Whereabouts: ??

Recent Sightings: Saitama Prefecture

Speed: 5/5

Power: 4/5

Intelligence: 5/5

Coordination: 5/5

Quirk Name: Chaos

Explanation: The user can create, shape, and manipulate chaotic forces in the universe. This allows them to manipulate probability or even shatter reality. They can change, mutate, destroy, or otherwise manipulate any matter, space, time, living beings, organizations, or minds and spirits. They also have the ability to contain this chaos, controlling its spread and directing it as they see fit.

Bakugou's eyes widened as he read the information. This girl was insanely powerful. For the first time, he felt something stir within him—an odd pull toward this mysterious Anti-Hero. It was like a string had been tugged at his heart, drawing him to her.

"The heroes and villains call her 'Akimetsu' because of her skills and Quirk," Aizawa continued, watching the trio absorb the information.

"She's our best shot at winning this war," Shoto said quietly, his gaze still fixed on the photo.

"But how do we find her? We don't even know her real name," Izuku wondered aloud.

"We'll start with her last known location in Saitama Prefecture," Aizawa replied. "But remember, she’s not someone to be taken lightly. If we approach her the wrong way, she could easily become our enemy instead of our ally."

Bakugou clenched his fists, his mind racing. He didn’t know why, but something about this girl made him want to find her—not just for the mission, but for himself. She was different from the others. She wasn’t some crazy fangirl or a weakling. She was strong, smart, and dangerous. And for the first time, Bakugou found himself genuinely interested in someone.

“Let’s go, then,” Bakugou said firmly, his usual confidence returning. “We don’t have time to waste.”

Aizawa nodded. “Prepare yourselves. This mission could be the most dangerous one yet.”

As they left Aizawa's office, the storm outside continued to rage, almost mirroring the storm of emotions brewing within Bakugou. He was determined to find Akimetsu, not just for the mission, but because something deep inside him told him that she was the one he had been waiting for.

Little did he know, this encounter would change everything.

The storm outside showed no signs of letting up. As Bakugou, Izuku, and Shoto prepared for their mission, they couldn't shake the feeling that this was going to be unlike anything they had faced before. Their search for Akimetsu took them to Saitama Prefecture, where the girl had been last sighted. The trio traveled through the rain-soaked streets, determined to track down the elusive Anti-Hero.

Weeks of searching yielded little progress. Akimetsu seemed to be a ghost, slipping through their grasp every time they thought they were getting close. Just when hope seemed to be dwindling, they received a tip-off about her whereabouts—a small, abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city.

The trio approached the warehouse cautiously. Shoto used his ice to create a path through the mud and puddles, while Izuku and Bakugou kept watch. As they neared the entrance, Bakugou's heart pounded in his chest. He couldn’t explain why, but the thought of meeting Akimetsu filled him with both excitement and anxiety.

The warehouse was dark and filled with shadows. The rain pattered against the metal roof, creating an eerie backdrop. The trio moved quietly through the darkened space, their footsteps echoing off the walls. Suddenly, they saw her—a figure standing alone in the middle of the warehouse.

Akimetsu stood tall, her white joker mask glinting in the dim light. Her all-black outfit made her blend seamlessly with the darkness. She seemed almost serene, despite the tension in the air. The trio stopped a few feet away, wary but ready to make their move.

“So, you finally decided to show up,” Akimetsu said, her voice soft but laced with a sharp edge. Her eyes, visible through the eyeholes of her mask, glimmered with a mix of curiosity and challenge.

Bakugou stepped forward, his usual bravado in full display. “You think you’re so tough hiding out here? We’re here to offer you a chance to join us. You could help us end this battle once and for all.”

Akimetsu tilted her head slightly, her eyes narrowing. “And why should I trust you? You think just because you’re heroes, you can demand my help?”

Shoto stepped in, trying to ease the tension. “We don’t mean to demand anything. We just need your help. The situation is dire, and we believe your abilities could make a difference.”

Akimetsu studied them for a moment, her expression unreadable. “Why would I risk my neck for you? What’s in it for me?”

Izuku took a step forward, speaking earnestly. “We’re fighting for the future of everyone, including people like you. We understand that you have your own reasons for being an Anti-Hero, but this is bigger than any one of us.”

Akimetsu’s eyes flickered with something like contemplation. “You make it sound so noble. But what if I’m not interested in being a part of your grand plan?”

Bakugou couldn’t hold back his frustration. “You’re stubborn. But fine, if you want to stay out of this, go ahead. Just don’t come crying to us if things go south.”

Akimetsu’s gaze lingered on Bakugou. “You’re quite the piece of work, aren’t you? I can see why you’re so confident.”

Bakugou gritted his teeth, but there was an unexpected thrill in her words. Her sharp tongue and cool demeanor intrigued him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Akimetsu smiled behind her mask, a hint of amusement in her voice. “You’re bold, but you’re also reckless. I can’t deny that’s impressive.”

The tension in the warehouse slowly began to shift. Despite their rocky start, Akimetsu’s sharp remarks and quiet strength resonated with Bakugou. Over the next few days, as they worked together, he began to notice the depth behind her tough exterior.

The team faced numerous challenges, each one pushing them to their limits. Akimetsu’s Quirk proved to be an invaluable asset. Her ability to manipulate reality and probability turned the tide in several dangerous situations. Bakugou found himself increasingly drawn to her—her intelligence, her calm demeanor, and her ability to challenge him like no one else ever had.

As they spent more time together, Bakugou’s initial frustration transformed into a deepening admiration. He discovered that beneath her quiet exterior and sharp tongue, Akimetsu had a code of her own. She wasn’t just a dangerous Anti-Hero; she was someone who cared deeply about her own ideals and principles.

One evening, after a particularly grueling battle, the team gathered in their temporary safe house. Akimetsu was sitting alone in a corner, her mask off, revealing a woman with striking features and an enigmatic aura. Bakugou found himself drawn to her once more, unable to shake the growing feelings he had for her.

“Why do you keep pushing me away?” Bakugou asked, his voice softer than usual. “We’ve been through a lot together. You’re not like anyone I’ve met before.”

Akimetsu looked up, her eyes meeting his. “You’re not like anyone I’ve met either. But that doesn’t mean I’m ready to change everything I’ve built for myself.”

Bakugou sighed, frustration mingling with something else—something deeper. “I don’t want you to change. I just want you to be a part of this. Maybe we can figure things out together.”

Akimetsu was quiet for a long moment, considering his words. Finally, she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. “You’re stubborn, Bakugou. But maybe that’s what makes you different.”

Bakugou couldn’t help but smile, a rare and genuine expression. “Yeah, well, I guess we’re both stubborn in our own ways.”

As the days turned into weeks, their partnership evolved into something more complex. The slow burn of their relationship was filled with moments of understanding and conflict. Bakugou admired Akimetsu’s strength and independence, while she began to see past his rough exterior to the man underneath.

Their feelings for each other grew, though neither of them was willing to admit it openly. The challenges they faced together only served to strengthen their bond. Through their shared struggles and victories, they found themselves increasingly reliant on each other, both professionally and personally.

The final battle raged on, the air thick with tension and the sounds of clashing powers. Heroes and villains fought with everything they had, but the combined might of All For One and the League of Villains was overwhelming. Bakugou, Izuku, and Shoto gave it their all, their exhaustion evident in every move. But it wasn’t enough—at least not until Akimetsu entered the fray.

Her Quirk, Chaos, bent reality to her will, twisting and redirecting attacks with a flick of her wrist. She moved with purpose, her control over the chaotic energies turning the tide in favor of the heroes. Bakugou watched her, a mix of awe and respect growing within him.

“Damn, you really know how to handle yourself,” said Bakugou, his eyes fixed on her.

“Just doing what needs to be done,” she replied without looking at him. “It’s not about showing off; it’s about getting the job done.”

As the battle raged on, Shigaraki and Toga launched a coordinated attack. Shigaraki’s decay spread rapidly, and Toga’s transformations created confusion among the heroes.

“Watch out! Shigaraki and Toga are pushing hard!” yelled Izuku, his voice tinged with urgency.

Akimetsu responded with calm resolve. She extended her arms, and a bubble of energy formed around her. Shigaraki’s decay was halted as it hit the bubble and dissipated. Toga’s attacks were redirected, her transformed forms vanishing into a vortex of chaotic energy.

“What the—? What’s happening?” Toga exclaimed, bewildered.

“This isn’t good. She’s turning our attacks against us!” Shigaraki growled, frustration evident.

“You should focus on the present, not on what’s happening around you. Your attacks are futile here,” said Akimetsu, her voice steady and unwavering.

Bakugou fought off villains that slipped through Akimetsu’s defenses, struck by how effectively her Quirk complemented his own explosive power.

“Hey, you keep that up, and we might actually stand a chance!” he called out, a rare note of praise in his voice.

“Don’t get too excited. We’re far from done,” she shot back, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.

When All For One joined the battle, his overwhelming power threatened to tip the scales. He unleashed a barrage of devastating attacks, shaking the ground and targeting the heroes with ruthless precision.

“You think you can defeat me? Your efforts are meaningless,” All For One declared, his voice booming across the battlefield.

“We’ll see about that,” Akimetsu replied, her tone ice-cold.

She manipulated reality around All For One, creating illusions and distortions that made it difficult for him to land a hit. The ground beneath him shifted unpredictably, throwing off his balance.

“What is this trickery?” All For One demanded, his frustration growing.

“It’s not trickery. It’s chaos. And it’s your undoing,” she said, her eyes narrowing as she concentrated.

Bakugou, Izuku, and Shoto coordinated their attacks with Akimetsu’s, each contributing to the effort. Shoto’s ice created obstacles, while Izuku’s powerful strikes and Bakugou’s explosions opened up opportunities for Akimetsu’s Quirk to exploit.

“We need to press the attack. He’s getting weaker,” said Shoto, his voice firm with determination.

“Right! Let’s give it everything we’ve got!” added Izuku, his resolve unwavering.

As All For One weakened, Akimetsu gathered her chaotic energy into a massive wave. The force was overwhelming, warping reality around All For One and shattering his defenses.

“This is it! Give him everything you’ve got!” shouted Bakugou, pouring all his strength into the final attack.

But in that moment, just as victory seemed within reach, a sudden shift occurred. All For One, though weakened, had one final trick up his sleeve. With a desperate surge of power, he launched a deadly attack aimed directly at Bakugou. The blast came out of nowhere, faster than anyone could react.

Akimetsu’s eyes widened in horror as the energy blast raced toward Bakugou. But before it could hit, a blur of movement appeared in front of him. Edgeshot, in a flash of heroic speed and precision, intercepted the blast, using his Quirk to thin and stretch his body, covering Bakugou’s wounds and stabilizing his vital organs. The explosion of power from All For One knocked Bakugou unconscious, but thanks to Edgeshot, his life was spared.

“You’re not dying on my watch, kid,” said Edgeshot, his voice calm but firm as he glanced back at Bakugou.

Bakugou was thrown back by the force but spared from the fatal blow. He lay on the ground, stunned and barely conscious, but alive.

“Damn... I’m still here,” Bakugou muttered, his breath ragged as he tried to push himself up.

Akimetsu rushed to his side, her heart pounding with relief. “Stay down, idiot! You almost got yourself killed.”

“I’m fine... Just a scratch,” he grunted, though the pain in his voice betrayed him.

With renewed determination, Akimetsu turned back to the battlefield. “We’re finishing this now.”

The heroes pushed forward with everything they had, and with Akimetsu’s chaotic energy tearing through the remnants of All For One’s defenses, the villain was finally defeated. The battlefield fell silent, the war won, but the toll it had taken on everyone was clear.

Timeskip

The battle had ended, and the war was over, but the aftermath was still being felt. The hospital was full of injured heroes, their bodies recovering from the grueling fight. Among them was Bakugou, his injuries severe but not life-threatening, thanks to Edgeshot’s quick intervention.

Akimetsu sat quietly by his hospital bed, her usual sharp demeanor softened by the worry she felt. She had been there since he was admitted, waiting for him to wake up, her mind replaying the battle over and over.

The room was quiet except for the steady beeping of the monitors. She leaned back in her chair, her eyes never leaving his face. His usual scowl was softened by sleep, and for once, he looked peaceful.

“You better wake up soon, you idiot,” she muttered, her voice barely a whisper. “You’ve still got a lot to answer for.”

She didn’t notice his fingers twitch at first, but then his hand moved slightly, a small groan escaping his lips. Akimetsu leaned forward, her heart skipping a beat.

“Bakugou?” she called softly, watching as his eyes slowly fluttered open.

“Where... where am I?” he mumbled, his voice groggy.

“You’re in the hospital, you big dummy,” she said, a small smile tugging at her lips. “You nearly got yourself killed.”

His eyes focused on her, a mix of confusion and relief washing over him. “You’re... still here?”

“Of course, I’m here. Someone has to make sure you don’t do anything stupid again,” she replied, trying to keep her tone light, though the worry in her eyes was clear.

He managed a weak grin, his usual fire slowly returning. “Tch. Like I’d let that happen again.”

“Good. Because next time, I might not be able to save you,” she said, her voice softening as she looked at him.

“Yeah, well... thanks,” he muttered, glancing away as a hint of pink touched his cheeks.

Akimetsu chuckled softly, shaking her head. “You’re welcome, Bakugou. Now get some rest. We’ve got a lot to talk about when you’re back on your feet.”

As Bakugou drifted in and out of sleep, Akimetsu remained by his side, her mind racing with thoughts she’d never allowed herself to entertain before. She had always kept her distance, maintaining her identity as a mysterious, untouchable figure. But now, sitting in the quiet of the hospital room, she felt something different—a connection that made her want to share more of herself than she ever had before.

Bakugou’s eyes fluttered open again, his gaze locking onto her. “You’re still here?”

“Yeah, and you better not get used to it,” she said, smirking. But then, her expression softened, and she leaned closer, lowering her voice. “I’ve got something to tell you.”

He raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. “What’s that?”

She hesitated for a moment, the weight of what she was about to say heavy on her heart. But she took a deep breath and decided it was time. “You’re the first person I’ve ever told this to... My real name.”

Bakugou’s eyes widened slightly, the seriousness of her tone catching him off guard. “Your real name?”

She nodded, leaning in so only he could hear. “It’s YN.”

For a moment, there was silence. Then Bakugou looked at her, something unspoken passing between them. “YN, huh?” he repeated, as if testing the name on his tongue. “Doesn’t suit you.”

A smile tugged at the corner of her lips. “Yeah? What’s that supposed to mean?”

He smirked, his usual fire flickering back to life. “I’m just saying, it’s too soft for someone like you.”

“Well, maybe I’m not as tough as I seem,” she replied, her voice carrying a note of vulnerability she rarely let anyone hear.

Bakugou’s expression softened, his gaze steady as he looked at her. “You’re plenty tough. But... thanks for telling me.”

“Don’t mention it,” she said, leaning back in her chair, the weight of her confession lifting slightly. “And don’t you dare tell anyone else.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he muttered, closing his eyes again. But this time, his hand reached out, finding hers and giving it a gentle squeeze.

As he drifted back to sleep, Akimetsu—or rather, YN—sat quietly, her hand still in his. For the first time, she felt like she could let down her guard, if only just a little. And in that moment, as she watched him sleep, she realized that maybe, just maybe, she wasn’t as alone as she thought.

Hello!, I just wanted to ask you guys which story would you guys like me to post for a bakugou story, and also if you guys have any ideas for a story don’t be shy to tell me!

The Anti-Hero one was actually posted in sept 3, but I decided to kept it private for no reason at all, if the Anti-Hero one have many votes I will make it public, and for Sneak Attack I will post it, it has actually been in my notes for a month now, and for the Stickers Shenanigans it’s a cute one, I saw a video of it on tiktok and I got inspired to do one for bakugou

Sneak Attack

Plot: Bakugou’s tough demeanor at UA is constantly challenged by YN’s unintentional act of kindness, slowly revealing a softer side of him.

Bakugou and YN were classmates at UA High, but Bakugou found himself in an unusual problem whenever he was around YN. She had this knack for doing adorable things without realizing it, like smiling brightly or being naturally kind. For Bakugou, who was known for his tough exterior and explosive temper, this was a constant source of flustering embarrassment.

Whenever YN would smile at him or innocently compliment his achievements, Bakugou's face would turn red. He'd often snap at her, "Damn you and your sneak attack! I told you to stop it!" YN would always look confused because she had no idea what he meant.

One day, during a training exercise, YN accidentally tripped and Bakugou, being nearby, rushed to help her up. She thanked him with a genuine smile, and Bakugou, caught off guard by her sweetness, mumbled something incomprehensible before storming off, his face as red as his explosions.

Bakugou clenched his fists as he watched YN effortlessly help a lost kitten down from a tree during lunch break. Her gentle smile and soft-spoken reassurances to the scared animal made Bakugou's heart skip a beat. As she returned, unaware of his gaze, Bakugou grumbled under his breath.

"Darn it, YN! Stop being so damn... nice!"

YN tilted her head, puzzled. "Huh? What did I do now, Bakugou?"

"Nothing! Forget it!" Bakugou snapped, turning away to hide the faint blush on his cheeks.

Later that week, during a training session, Bakugou and YN found themselves partnered together for a sparring exercise. YN, always cheerful and supportive, encouraged Bakugou as they strategized.

"You've got this, Bakugou! Just like we practiced!"

Bakugou couldn't help but feel a surge of determination fueled by her unwavering belief in him. As they fought side by side, he noticed YN's effortless grace and quick reflexes, which complemented his explosive power perfectly.

After a successful round, YN beamed at him, her eyes sparkling with pride. "See? We make a great team!"

Bakugou grunted in response, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips before he turned away, muttering something about needing to train harder.

As the school year progressed, Bakugou found himself seeking out YN's company more often, whether it was for study sessions or casual chats. Each time he saw her smile or heard her laugh, Bakugou's heart raced uncontrollably. It was infuriating how easily she could affect him.

One afternoon, after a particularly intense training session, YN approached Bakugou with a bottle of water and a concerned expression. "Are you okay, Bakugou? You pushed yourself really hard today."

Bakugou scoffed but accepted the water nonetheless. "I'm fine. Just need to work on a few things."

YN nodded understandingly, then surprised Bakugou by gently patting his shoulder. "You're doing great, Bakugou. Don't be so hard on yourself."

Bakugou felt a warmth spread through him at her words, and he found himself blurting out, "Damn it, YN! You're always doing this!"

YN blinked in confusion. "Doing what?"

"Sneak attacking me with your... your kindness!" Bakugou's face flushed crimson, but he met YN's gaze with a rare vulnerability in his eyes.

YN's confusion melted into a soft smile. "Oh, Bakugou... I didn't realize."

Before Bakugou could react further, YN leaned in and hugged him briefly, catching him completely off guard. Bakugou stiffened for a moment before tentatively returning the hug, his heart pounding in his chest.

From that day on, Bakugou gradually became more comfortable showing his softer side around YN. They shared moments of laughter, understanding, and occasional bickering that only brought them closer together.

As graduation day approached, Bakugou found himself standing nervously in front of YN, a small box in his hands. He had rehearsed what he wanted to say a hundred times in his head, but now, his mind went blank.

YN tilted her head, smiling gently. "What's on your mind, Bakugou?"

Bakugou took a deep breath, then blurted out, "I... I like you, YN. More than just a friend."

YN's eyes widened in surprise, then softened with happiness. "Oh, Bakugou..."

Before she could say anything else, Bakugou quickly opened the box to reveal a small pendant shaped like an explosion, symbolizing their time together at UA High.

"I know it's not much," Bakugou muttered, suddenly feeling awkward.

YN took the pendant delicately in her hands, her eyes shining with tears of joy. "It's perfect, Bakugou. Thank you."

Bakugou scratched the back of his head, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. "Yeah, well... don't get used to me being all mushy like this."

YN laughed, a sound that warmed Bakugou's heart like nothing else. "I wouldn't dream of it, Bakugou."

As they walked hand in hand towards their future, Bakugou couldn't help but feel grateful for YN's persistent kindness that had turned his world upside down in the best possible way. And amidst all the explosions and challenges they faced, their love continued to grow, strong and steady like Bakugou's unwavering resolve.

Lip Gloss

Plot: Bakugou kisses YN daily for her lip gloss, making others feel single.

credit to @cashmoneyyysstuff

It was a bright morning, and class was about to start. YN walked up to the classroom door, feeling the usual excitement in her chest. She had just applied a new flavor of lip gloss, one she knew Bakugou would notice.

As soon as she got to the door, Bakugou was already there waiting for her. Without saying a word, he leaned in and pressed his lips against hers, tasting the sweet flavor. It was strawberry today. He hummed in satisfaction, smirking as he pulled away.

“Strawberry, huh? Tastes good,” said Bakugou with a sly grin.

YN felt her cheeks heat up but smiled softly. "You always know, don’t you?"

“Of course, I do,” he replied, brushing a thumb over her lips. "It’s like a daily check."

Their classmates, who were all watching from their seats, couldn't help but stare. Kirishima nudged Kaminari, shaking his head with a laugh. "Man, Bakugou really does this every day, huh?"

"Right in front of us too," said Kaminari, feeling a little jealous.

Mina sighed, leaning back in her chair. "They make us all look so single. It’s not fair!"

Bakugou shot them a look, his arm still around YN. "What are you extras lookin’ at?"

"Nothing, nothing," they all quickly muttered, looking away.

YN couldn’t help but giggle as Bakugou gave her one last smirk before leading her into the classroom. He didn’t care what anyone thought. As long as he got his morning kiss—and a taste of her lip gloss—everything was right in his world.

Photo Repair

Plot: YN tears a photo in anger. Bakugou repairs it, leading to making up.

It had been a rough day. Bakugou and YN stood across from each other, tension thick in the air. Their argument, which started small, had blown up bigger than either of them expected. YN, feeling frustrated and upset, grabbed a photo of the two of them—a happy memory—and tore it in half.

Bakugou’s eyes widened as he watched the photo fall to the floor in pieces. His jaw clenched, but he didn’t yell. He just stared at the torn pieces, his heart sinking. YN stormed out, feeling a mix of anger and regret, but at that moment, her emotions were too strong to turn back.

Hours passed, and the silence between them grew louder. YN sat on the couch, hugging her knees, replaying the fight in her head. She hadn’t meant to go that far, especially with the photo. It was a special moment, and tearing it felt like tearing a part of their bond.

Bakugou eventually walked into the room, quieter than usual. Without saying a word, he grabbed the pieces of the photo from the floor and sat at the table. YN watched as he pulled out some tape and began patiently fixing the picture. He wasn’t angry anymore, just focused, as if repairing the photo would repair what had happened between them.

His hands moved carefully, lining up the edges and smoothing out the tape. YN’s heart softened as she saw the gentle look in his eyes. She stood up and slowly walked over to him, guilt pressing down on her chest.

“Bakugou…” she started, her voice barely a whisper.

He looked up at her, pausing for a moment. “I’m not mad, you know,” he said quietly. “You didn’t have to rip it, though.”

“I know,” YN said, sitting beside him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

He sighed, running a hand through his messy hair. “I get it. We both got worked up.”

There was a long pause, the kind that felt like everything was falling back into place. YN watched him finish taping the last piece of the photo, and her heart swelled at the sight of his quiet determination.

“You’re really fixing it,” YN said softly, a small smile tugging at her lips.

Bakugou smirked, his usual confidence returning. “Well, someone has to fix it after you ruined it, right?”

YN laughed, a light sound that made Bakugou’s heart feel a little lighter. She leaned her head on his shoulder, and he didn’t pull away. Instead, he reached for her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“We’ll be okay,” he muttered, still looking at the now-fixed photo. “We always are.”

“Yeah,” YN whispered, squeezing his hand back, “we will.”

The Only Exception

Plot: Bakugou hates everyone but YN, the only one who softens his tough exterior.

Bakugou Katsuki wasn’t known for his friendliness. In fact, the opposite was true. He was brash, loud, and always seemed to have a scowl on his face. Most people avoided him, and that was exactly how he liked it. Except for one person: YN.

No one could understand how someone like YN, always smiling and filled with sunshine, could handle someone as explosive as Bakugou. It didn’t make sense. Bakugou seemed to hate everyone, but for some reason, when it came to YN, his attitude completely shifted.

The moment YN entered the common room, his eyes softened. She bounced in, her usual cheerful self, waving to everyone in the room.

“Hey, guys!” she called out, her smile lighting up the space. Kaminari, Sero, and Kirishima waved back, used to her bright personality.

Mina leaned in and whispered to Kirishima, “Watch. He’s gonna melt the second she talks to him.”

Sure enough, YN walked over to Bakugou, who was slouched on the couch, arms crossed and glaring at the TV. His scowl softened just slightly as she approached.

“Hey, Katsuki,” she said softly, sitting down beside him.

“Tch, what do you want?” he grumbled, but there was no bite to his words. In fact, he shifted slightly, making more room for her to sit closer.

She grinned. “Just wanted to see what you were up to.”

He huffed, his eyes still glued to the screen. “I’m watching a stupid show ‘cause these extras can’t pick a decent channel.”

“Hey!” Kaminari called out from across the room, clearly offended. “This show is awesome!”

Bakugou ignored him, his focus still on YN. She just laughed and leaned into his side. To everyone else, Bakugou was intimidating and aggressive. But with YN, it was like he was a completely different person.

“Wanna get some fresh air?” she asked, her eyes sparkling as she looked up at him.

He glanced at her for a moment, then shrugged. “Whatever. I was getting sick of sitting around with these idiots anyway.”

As they stood up, the rest of the group exchanged knowing looks. Bakugou had always been protective of YN, and while he seemed to hate everyone else, it was clear to everyone that he was softer when she was around.

Once they were outside, YN breathed in deeply, enjoying the cool air. Bakugou walked beside her, his hands shoved into his pockets. His usual tense expression had eased, and he glanced at her every so often as if making sure she was okay.

“You’re the only one who gets away with making me do stupid stuff like this,” he muttered under his breath.

YN smiled, nudging him playfully. “That’s because you secretly love it.”

He scoffed but didn’t deny it. She had a way of breaking down the walls he built around himself, and he didn’t mind it when it was her.

They walked in comfortable silence for a while until YN suddenly stopped. “Katsuki?”

“Hm?” He turned to face her, raising an eyebrow.

“Why are you so different with me?”

The question seemed to catch him off guard, and for a moment, he didn’t know how to respond. His usual bravado faltered, and he shifted uncomfortably. “What do you mean?”

“You’re…kinder. I mean, not to everyone, but with me, you don’t act the same.”

Bakugou looked away, his jaw tightening as if struggling to find the right words. Finally, he let out a sigh. “Because you’re different.”

She blinked, surprised by his answer. “Different how?”

He rubbed the back of his neck, clearly frustrated with himself. “You’re not annoying like the rest of them,” he muttered. “You don’t piss me off. I don’t feel like I have to be on guard with you.”

YN smiled softly, stepping closer to him. “So, you don’t hate me?”

He rolled his eyes, but his lips twitched slightly, like he was holding back a smile. “No, idiot. You’re the only one I don’t hate.”

Her heart fluttered at his words, and before she could stop herself, she wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug. Bakugou stiffened for a moment, not used to physical affection like this, but then he relaxed, his arms hesitantly wrapping around her.

“Tch, you’re such a pain,” he mumbled, though his hold on her tightened ever so slightly.

YN just grinned into his chest. “You love it.”

And though he would never admit it out loud, she knew he did.

Beach Day

Plot: Bakugou and YN enjoy a fun, relaxing day together at the beach, making simple moments special.

It was a sunny day, and the sound of waves crashing against the shore filled the air as Bakugou and YN arrived at the beach. The golden sand stretched out before them, and the sparkling ocean seemed to call their names. YN immediately smiled, excited to feel the soft sand between her toes, while Bakugou gave the water a wary glance.

“C’mon, Bakugou! You love the beach,” YN said, grinning as she ran ahead, throwing her towel down on the sand.

“Tch, I like the beach, not the water,” Bakugou grumbled, following after her at a slower pace. He loved the calm of being near the ocean, but swimming wasn’t really his thing.

YN giggled, understanding. She knew how much Bakugou adored the outdoors, but getting him in the water was a rare sight. “Wait right here,” she said, running off toward one of the nearby beach shops.

Bakugou furrowed his brows but sat down on the towel, watching as YN darted off. He crossed his arms, leaning back on his elbows as the sun warmed his skin. The sound of the waves was nice, but he couldn’t deny that he was getting bored just sitting there.

After a few minutes, YN returned, a huge smile on her face as she hid something behind her back.

“What’s with that grin?” Bakugou asked, raising a brow.

“I got you something! You said you don’t like the water, so I figured you’d need something else to do.” YN pulled out a small, bright yellow toy excavator—complete with a remote control—from behind her back. “Ta-da! You can dig around in the sand with it. It even has a controller!”

Bakugou blinked, staring at the toy and its controller. “Are you serious?”

YN nodded enthusiastically. “Yup! You can make it dig, move sand, and build little sand mountains with it. Just like a real excavator. Trust me, it’ll be fun!”

Bakugou stared at the toy for a moment, looking between it and YN’s hopeful expression. A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”

“Maybe, but I bet you’ll like it.” YN winked before plopping down next to him, pushing the controller into his hands.

He grumbled but took the remote. At first, he simply poked at the sand with the excavator, unsure of what to do. But after a few moments, he started driving it around, making little piles and scooping up sand. YN watched him, a soft smile on her face as Bakugou gradually got into it.

“Look at you, Mr. Excavator Expert,” YN teased, leaning over to give him a playful nudge.

“Shut up,” Bakugou muttered, but there was no bite in his tone. Instead, he kept playing with the toy, maneuvering it to make small sand hills and trenches with precision.

YN laughed, watching the normally tough and serious Bakugou focus on his tiny remote-controlled excavator. It was so simple, but so adorable. She couldn’t help but snap a quick picture of him, saving it for later.

After a while, Bakugou paused, catching her sneaky move. “Oi, what’re you taking pictures for?”

“Just a cute memory,” YN said with a grin. “You look so happy with your toy excavator.”

Bakugou scoffed, but there was a faint blush on his cheeks. “Whatever.” He reached out and pulled YN closer, his arm wrapping around her waist. “Next time, we’re getting you a toy. I’m not gonna be the only one playing.”

YN giggled, resting her head on his shoulder as they both looked out at the waves. “Deal. As long as you keep having fun.”

Bakugou smirked and kissed the top of her head. “Yeah, yeah. Just don’t make this a habit.”

“Too late,” YN whispered, giggling as Bakugou gave her a playful side-eye.

The two spent the rest of the afternoon sitting in the sand, Bakugou occasionally using the excavator and its controller to dig around while YN watched, basking in the warmth of the sun and the cuteness of the moment.

Soft for You || Katsuki Bakugou

Bakugou never thought he’d go soft for anyone. He was the loud, explosive hero-in-training, known for his harsh words and even harsher glares. But somehow, YN had managed to sneak past all that.

They weren’t dating, even though Bakugou secretly wished they were. He didn’t know when it started, but every time YN was around, he became softer. He found himself being nicer, more patient—even calm, which his friends noticed right away.

“Bakugou, you good?” Kirishima asked one afternoon, catching him staring at YN as she worked on a project across the room.

Bakugou grunted, eyes still on YN. “I’m fine. Mind your business.”

Truth was, he wasn’t fine. YN had him wrapped around her finger, and she didn’t even know it. Every time she walked by with that sweet smile, his heart would speed up. And every time she talked to him, he’d stumble over his words, trying to act like he wasn’t totally into her.

“Hey, Bakugou, can you help me with this?” YN asked kindly, holding up a paper.

He blinked at her, feeling his face heat up. “Yeah, sure,” he mumbled, walking over and trying to keep his hands steady as he took the paper from her. He was surprisingly gentle, leaning in closer than he usually would.

“Thanks, Bakugou!” she said, smiling brightly.

That smile. It was killing him. He couldn’t help but soften even more. “Tch, whatever,” he said, shoving his hands into his pockets, trying to act cool.

But YN didn’t notice. She was too focused on her work to see how Bakugou’s whole attitude changed when she was around, how his voice got quieter, how his eyes followed her every move. To her, Bakugou was still the same loud, hot-headed classmate.

He watched her walk away, chewing the inside of his cheek. How does she not see it? he thought. Bakugou had no clue how to tell her how he felt. All he knew was that every time YN smiled or laughed, his world felt a little better, and he wanted to protect that.

Later, while YN was sitting at the lunch table with her friends, Bakugou quietly came over. He casually placed an extra juice box by her tray. “You forgot to grab one,” he muttered, barely looking at her.

YN blinked in surprise. “Oh, thanks, Bakugou! I didn’t even notice.” She smiled again, completely missing the fact that he had been paying attention to her all along.

Kirishima nudged him. “Dude, you’re so into her.”

“Shut up,” Bakugou hissed, but he didn’t deny it.

If only YN could see it. But for now, Bakugou was happy just being around her, hoping one day she’d realize how he’d do anything for her—how he was already falling for her, one soft moment at a time.

What do you mean by "you are crying"? B*tch, those are the embers of OFA😭

Either Bakugo or Midoriya winning the popularity polls is a win-win for me, to be honest... 😅

I'm loving the fact that they are both in 1st and 2nd place, competing with each other to be number 1, just like they wanted...

It's very poetic if you think about it 😌

Katsuki would definitely lower his voice at someone he finds attractive/cares about 🌚.

this story gonna be hella long so buckle up!

Don't play the song now.

Monday morning!

"Y/n get your butt down here or your walking to U.A!" You mom yelled from down stairs your eyes widened as you looked at the clock, shit I'm gonna be late! You thought and quickly got out of bed. You made your bed and looked on your dresser, the school uniform. You quickly put it on before running downstairs to see your younger sister siting down at the table with a smirk on her face.

"what?...." You said dryly wondering was she was smirking about. "Oh nothing.... Just finished eating the pancakes..... You should probably, make some toast or some-" her words were cut off by you pining her to the ground with a emotionless expression. "Bro you know it's my first day I'm gonna be hungry!" You said very annoyed and standing back up rolling your eyes taking a piece of bread an toasting it. What's her problem fucking problem dude? you thought taking your toast before walking out of the house waving bye to your sister, she waved back smiling.

Even though your sister would pull things like this you still loved her to death. You quickly ran out the door locking the door and jumping into the car as your mom drove off rambling about how your sister didn't clean the bathroom this week, you zoned out looking out the window. You had gotten accepted by U.A, by recommendation you don't really even know who recommended you but you knew it was one of your dad's friends.

Your mom dropped you off at the gate you got out and put one air pod in just in case you needed to hear something around you, suddenly you saw a girl with short hair about to bump in this guy with blond hair. You quickly used your quirk draining some of the girls energy making her slow down just in time for you to swoop in, quickly take the Starbucks drink out her hand and moving her to the side in one swift movement. You quickly put all her energy back into her.

Play the song!

"o-oh my..... Thank you i-i-i I'm Ochaco Uraraka!" The girl say with an embarrassed smile puting her hand out to shake, which you shook. "No biggie!" You said kindly you glanced at the boy with blond hair and red eyes, he was so handsome you thought you would faint. He just looked at you up and down before mumbling something and walking inside the school. "Uh that's Katsuki bakugo..... I'm guessing your new?" She said softly and bubbly.

You already liked her personality and nodded softly, "uh yeah I'm Y/n L/n.... I'm supposed to go to class 1A..... Could you please show me to that class?" You said softly. Her eyes widened with a smile on her face, "wait oh my gosh that's my class... Of course I can show you around!" She said bursting with excitement and grabbing your hand running into the school with you, you tried your best dodging the people you can, as she ran. You couldn't help but laugh softly at how excited she was, suddenly she stopped at a locker. "This one's yours I'm pretty sure!".

You nodded and put your lock on it then puting the passcode in it opening your locker and putting your things in taking out the essentials before turning to the classroom door where Ochaco was standing she grabbed your hand dragging you into the classroom. Suddenly all eyes were on you, a couple minutes later you were introduced to everyone expect for the blond guy Katsuki, you thought he didn't like you, so you decided to talk to him as you sat in your seat.

"uh hi I'm Y/n L/n.... Nice to meet you" you said softly with a big smile showing your dimples. He looked up at you looking at your dimples, he had an unreadable emotion on his face suddenly a small smirk appeared on his lips. "Katsuki bakugo soon to be number one hero!" He said proudly which you nodded in response. "Uh if you don't mind me asking.... What's your quirk?" You asked softly, he chuckled gosh his laugh was beautiful. "Explosion, I can create explosions from my hands to put it in an easy way for an extra like you" he said confidently.

You couldn't lie that quirk was pretty cool, "uh my quirks being able to drain any amount of energy out of people" you said softly. Suddenly he looked at you with a raised eyebrow, you spent the rest of the morning till Mr. Aizawa came answering all his questions about your quirk. He seemed genuinely curious about your quirk, he listened and hummed softly ever few seconds. As you talked he looked deep into your eyes then would look away flustered.

The class watched silently half listening to you explain your quirk, the other half in complete shock Katsuki wasn't getting bored listening to what your saying, or the fact he didn't even call you a nickname.

THE END!

Let's be so fr Katsuki's mind is so dirty but he keeps it in his mind 🌚.

Also please play the song when I tell you to for the best experience!

Love me back?/part one.

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"Oi! Idiot stop picking flowers and help look around huh?" You hummed in response after picking up another flower. For a little backstory you came to U.A by recommendation because your quirk was one of a kind and had serious potential. You made friends with Mina, Kirishima and Jirou, you and Jirou are literally ride or dies probably since you both love music. Right now you were in hero training.

You were unfortunately partnered up with Katsuki, you didn't even talk to him he seemed really rude and you didn't enjoy his attitude if you could you would literally slap him. But being honest he was very attractive handsome and had a nice smile AND a pretty laugh, BUT you still hate him...or at least that's what your brain tells you.

You sighed softly before looking at him, "want a flower?" You asked holding three marigolds up in your hand with a soft smile. "The fu-.... No" he said unimpressed knocking all three marigolds out of your hand. Your mouth was open, this was the exact reason why you hated him...... Annoying and rude you were pissed stomping over to a large brick and sitting on it stomping over the marigolds on the way, you crossed your arms. Katsuki just shrugged and stood beside you in the forest looking for mina and denki who were the 'villains'. Suddenly Katsuki ducked.

Play the song!

"Oi, I saw Mina, plan is you get Mina I get denki I'll probably finish before you so I'll help you" he said the last part proudly which you just rolled your eyes at and nodded. "K on the count of three we go....got it" he whispered softly, you nodded. "One... Two........ Three" you both shot up and you ran towards Mina. Mina didn't even know where you came out from but quickly dodge your punch by throwing for acid at you which you quickly dodge and used you quirk. Easily beating her and making her fall to the ground.

You had Mina pined to the dirt as you looked for something to tie her with. As you looked around you heard Katsuki and denki grunting. Finally you found an old piece of rope, maybe not the strongest but strong enough to tie Mina with and help Katsuki for some time. You quickly tied Mina to a tree with the rope and looked at Katsuki, he needed help and badly which shocked you. Even with your week of going to U.A it was weird to see denki this close to beating him. You quickly used your quirk then charged towards denki doing a roundhouse kick then Katsuki jumping in hitting him with a good big punch, before he could even fall from your roundhouse kick.

Denki plummeted to the ground after two seconds he lifted two thumbs in the air indicating he was okay, even though his nose was bleeding plus his neck looked a little crooked. After finishing hero training you all went back to the dorms Katsuki remained silent though, his head down grumbling about something. As soon as you went inside you went beside Katsuki siting down beside him in the common room on the couch. He gave you a dirty look before looking back at the TV. "You okay?" You asked softly".

"No! I'm not okay, I would have beaten denki in two fucking seconds if I slept properly! It's all shitty hairs fault!" He muttered yelled his face slightly red. "How is it his fault? Did he say something?" You asked softly, how is it Kirishima's fault? You thought. Suddenly with a big huff Katsuki stood up and left storming off to his dorm. The fuck was that about?. You thought before standing up going to your own dorm.

The End of part one!

Check on my profile for part to if not there then your too early sorry! 🌚 ❤️-tinytianlifes