Its Hard To Be A Ball-girl (especially If The Captain Is Kuroo Tetsurou)

It’s Hard to be a Ball-girl (especially if the captain is Kuroo Tetsurou)

A/N: Yeah I still have requests to do, and I will get to them!! But I had to get this idea out of my mind and so I did with a 6.2k fic hehe

I don’t know why I feel really insecure posting this, I posted it twice and erased before anyone saw it lol but- yeah. Let me know if you like it or not, though! It might also be a bit messy since I first wrote it for Oikawa, changed it to Kuroo, wrote it from the beginning for Oikawa again, and erased everything and wrote it one last time for Kuroo lol I also have two tests for today and I’m really stressed ughh

pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x fem!Reader

warnings: nothing! (I think, wow that feels weird) Maybe Kuroo being a big big tease?

Synopsis: After an unfortunate string of events -more like you being very bad at ditching your classes- you get a week of detention to be the ball-girl of the schools volleyball team, and it’s especially hard when you’ve promised yourself that after the last heartbreak, you will protect your heart from anyone that could break it. Though it might be a bit hard when the captain is the infamous Kuroo Tetsurou.

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"Lev, what are you doing?" You heard a monotone voice call out, and although you couldn't see who exactly the owner of the voice, or who Lev was, you sensed it was trouble. "You still have receiving practice."

"There's someone here." A new voice answered. It was a deep voice with an accent, and somehow you felt it in your bones that he was going to find you. His words were your que to run before they discovered you.

"Yeah, no shit. There's a whole volleyball team here, minus the occasional fangirls." The monotone voice answered, but the boy with the accent didn't seem to mind, his footsteps getting closer and closer. You finally stopped trying to listen and started to move, trying to get out of there as quiet as you could-

"Ah- it's a kitty." The boy mumbled right before his hand caught you by the wrist, it had happened so fast, and you quickly realized how big his hand was. You squirmed and pulled, trying to free yourself from his grip, and you did manage to do that, only for his other hand to grip yours once again, he laughed at that. "No, little kitty, you can't get away from me."

It was only then you finally managed to see who the hand belonged to. He was huge, looking like he could bite your head off if he wanted to, the crooked smile on his face not making it any better, either. "I found a kitty, Kenma! Told you someone else was here."

He called to the little boy that stood a few meters away from you with a bored, though slightly shocked expression on his face. You wanted to tell him to let you go already, but the giant scared you so much that you felt like you couldn't even talk.

Not only that, but you also had no idea how he managed to find you since you had always thought that you were exceptionally talented at hiding.

Or maybe, just maybe, you weren't as talented as you thought since this was the third time you had been found as you tried to ditch your lesson.

But it wasn't your fault -this time-! You decided to run into the court when you noticed it was empty, how could you have known the team would come in, only a second after you did? Your only solution was to hide behind the ball basket, and yeah, maybe there were better options, but you couldn't think of any at the moment.

Though, you still cursed yourself for picking the boys volleyball court out of all places in the whole school.

"Kenma, Kenma, look! I was right!" The giant kept shaking his hands along with your wrist triumphantly. Now that you had a few seconds to think, you realized you knew who he was.

And if he was here, then it wouldn't be long until-

"Lev, go back to your practice, what are you even-" The familiar voice of the infamous captain came from right behind you, immediately stopping your squirmings and protests. "doing..?" His voice trailed off as he noticed your small figure- though anyone would have seemed small standing next to the 6'4 boy.

The boy holding you turned to the captain's way, turning you along with him and pulling you way too harshly, causing you to lose your balance.

You stumbled a few steps until you found your balance back, noticing the quiet giggle that came from the captain's way. The captain of the Nekoma volleyball team stood before you, his messy hair slightly damp with sweat, though he somehow managed to still look handsome. "Hey, hey, don't fall for me yet." He teased and held you by the arm to steady you, sending a charming smile your way.

You couldn't look him in the eyes, you could feel your face heating up as Lev's arm stood casually on your shoulders as if you were some kind of kitchen counter. "Hey captain, look what I found."

You had to bit your tongue to stop yourself from correcting him from not what but who.

You could feel the boy's sharp, golden eyes on you, wandering for a second or so. You didn't know if he would recognize you, didn't expect him to either since you never really had a conversation and only saw him around in the hallways, but you certainly didn't await him to sigh and roll his eyes. "Another fangirl?"

Another fangirl? You cringed at the words. Did he just-

"How do they even get in here? I really thought we handled it this time." Kuroo muttered, not sparing you another look. "Yeah, apparently not." Lev told him with a smirk and by gods was the smirk as scary as the one that Chucky doll had.

The quiet boy with blond hair had noticed your eyes widening and breath hitching whenever Lev turned to you or moved closer to you, so he sighed as he freed your wrist from Lev's hands that were the size of dinner plates (okay- maybe you were exaggerating a bit, but who could blame you? He had big hands).

"You're scaring her, Lev. Go back to practice."

"What?" He gasped dramatically. "But I wanted to keep playing with the kitty, too!"

"Can you stop with the kitty thing already?" You protested quietly, but when he turned to you with a huge smile, leaning forward and bringing your faces closer, you gulped. "What did you say?" He asked in a non-threatening-way that sounded way too threatening. "Nothing!" You answered back, and the quiet boy rolled his eyes.

"Lev, go away. I'm taking care of this." This sentence caused Kuroo's brows to furrow, quirking one up in question as he sent a glance your way, Kenma never offered help to people, certainly not to the ones he didn't know. "I, umm-" You started to say, not sure what to say in a situation like this. "I'm not really a fangirl-"

"Y/N!" You heard your name echoing in the gym, and you knew who it was. "Oh, shit! Quick, let me go before sensei finds me-"

"Don't you dare take a step." He shouted, instinctively knowing what you were thinking. Knowing him, you were smart enough to do as he said, so the only thing you could do was to rub your temples as you waited for him to come and scold you.

Maybe hiding in the volleyball court wasn't a good idea. Who could've known?

You. You should've known since it was the third time this weekNekomata-sensei had found you. And this time, he wasn't letting you go. Holding you by the nape of your clothes as if you were a stray cat, he pulled you free from the quiet boy's soft hands.

"You again?" Nekomata-sensei asked without even expecting an answer as he sighed dramatically. "What is this? The fourth time this week? I told you last time that if I found you ditching your class one more time, I wouldn't let you off the hook as easy."

"Third time." You muttered as you fidgeted with your hands.

"What?"

"It's the third time but-" the angry look on his face was your que to shut up. "It's not- it's not important." You mumbled. "I'm so sorry, Sensei, I promise I won't do this again!"

"You realize you said the same exact thing last time? No, you're not getting away this time." He repeated. "Umm, what's happening?" You heard Kuroo say, not even aware you had forgotten the presence of the two boys watching you get scolded.

You could almost hear Kuroo thinking, 'wait, isn't she a fangirl?'

Interesting, he thought. That makes it much more fun.

You did feel a bit better knowing he might be feeling ashamed about confusing you with a fangirl, but it still didn't help you get out of this situation. "Sensei, please!" You pleaded. "I promise I won't ditch any more classes, this will be the last time you see me!"

"You tell me, Kuroo. What do you think I should do?" The Nekoma coach turned the handsome captain's way, turning a deaf ear to your pleas. Kuroo sent a glance your way, a smirk starting to grow on his lips, the kind of smirk that caused your heart rate to pick up slightly.

"Well, you always make us the ball-boy for a month whenever we ditch practice, coach." He answered in a teasing manner, though his mocking smile quickly turned into surprise when Nekomata-sensei grunted in approval.

"You know, that's not a bad idea," Nekomata-sensei agreed with a thoughtful smile, causing you to blurt out in protest. "What?! You can't be serious!"

"Oh, but I am serious." He answered with a playful glint in his eyes, "I did tell you I wouldn't let you go easy if I caught you again, so help my team for a month, can't you?"

"But- but- but that's not fair!" You whined, ignoring the snickers coming from Kuroo's way. "Oh, it's fair, alright. We needed a ball-boy anyway." He told you with a pat on the back, the pat making you feel even more desperate, instead of the intended comfort.

"Oh, don't look at me like that." He told you with a grandpa smile when you sent him puppy-dog-eyes. "Fine, fine. I'll be merciful." He sighed. "You'll be the volleyball club's ball-girl for a week instead of a month."

"Sensei," you whined. "I don't even like running. I'll be the worst ball-girl you'll probably ever cross your way with."

"Oh, don't think so little of yourself, I'm sure you'll do just fine." He chuckled as he started to walk back to the benches, still laughing as he heard your whines, leaving you alone with the famous captain and desperation.

***

Three hours of the first day of you being a ballgirl had passed, and you had never noticed just how tiring it was to run after balls the whole day.

It was straight out of a nightmare, you were sure.

It would have been at least bearable if it stayed with just running after balls, too, but it was straight out tiring when Kuroo joined the equation. He was charming- really charming, and even though you knew that before this, you weren't aware of how effective it was.

"Oh, come on!" He whined. "I'm sorry for confusing you with a fangirl, but there are just a lot of them here and- You're being unfair to me!"

He was right, you had to give him that. You had even come to good terms with the giant that found you, Lev, you had talked to Kenma, and both of you seemed to enjoy each other's company. You were already in the same class as Yamamoto, and you just got along with everyone on the team whit the exception of Kuroo Tetsurou.

No one knew why you distanced yourself from the charming captain, no one dared to ask either. It wasn't that you were mean towards him, but the wall you had towards him was something you didn't have with anyone else.

But despite whatever reason had you running away from him, the whole team was aware of how their captain was determined to be friends with you. They noticed it by the extra breaks he was taking, always appearing right next to you in every break as he talked and talked, making jokes that were much worse than his usuals in desperate attempts of making you laugh.

"That is the last thing you should be apologizing for." You sighed as you sat on the bench and took a sip from your water. "What? Oh- yeah, I'm sorry for taking a part in you becoming our ball-girl, too, but if you look at it from the bright side-"

"Kuroo-san! Please just leave me alone." You finally snapped as he kept talking. You took notice of how his smirk suddenly dropped, a slightly hurt look in his pretty, golden eyes. Maybe you had taken it a bit far, and as you were about to apologize, he talked before you.

"Kuroo-san?" He repeated, and your eyes narrowed, trying to understand just what he was talking about. "Isn't that a bit too formal? I mean-"

"Oh my god," you groaned. So he was hurt about that?

"Look, I'm just trying to be a good captain and help my teammates. You're a part of the team now, after all." He winked.

You were at your limit, and apparently, even Kenma was aware of that, running -not actually- for your rescue. "Kuro (I did my research, and apparently Kenma calls Kuroo Kuro), I think that's enough." He told him with raised brows that said 'what are you even trying to do?', and Kuroo got the message, raising to his legs, groaning like an old man, too. He smiled one more time at you and walked back to the court.

"Hey, Kenma." You muttered as he sat next to you, not even aware of the pair of golden eyes that were watching you to see if Kenma would scoot away from you or show any of his anxious telltales. The captain's brows furrowed with interest when Kenma didn't shy away or play with his hands, the hem of his shirt, or anything, but greeted you back, instead.

"I see you're tired of our captain already," Kenma muttered with a quiet chuckle, which you answered with a groan. "I don't understand why he keeps nagging me for all these stupid things." You told him with a sigh, thinking of all the unimportant things he came to you with.

"There's an obvious reason." Kenma told you with a look that said you should be aware of what he was talking about, but he sighed when you looked at him blankly. "He's flirting with you."

"Oh, I know." You told him nonchalantly, causing Kenma to raise his brows in confusion. "I'm smart enough to not take it seriously, though. He's known to be a flirt, after all." You shrugged.

"He is?" Kenma asked, and you shrugged once again.

"I mean, yeah. He has a reputation and everything." You told him, sending a cautious look to the boy in question and felt your face warming a bit. You knew you would already be head over heels for him if you didn't know how much heartbreak could hurt.

You knew the type, the laid back smile, and the flirtatious, teasing personality not at all foreign to you, and after the last try that ended with a week of tears and bags and bags of snacks that weren't very healthy, you promised yourself you weren't going to fall into another trap again.

You never thought the next trap might be the Kuroo Tetsurou, though.

Kenma sent you a questioning look when you stood quiet, but didn't push you to tell what you were thinking. "I don't know about his reputation, but he probably isn't the kind of person you think he is." He told you as he stood up from the bench. "Many people take him to be this playboy, but he’s really just-" he suddenly stopped talking, feeling like he was telling too much as he took one last sip from his water bottle without finishing his sentence, smiling at you apologetically and going back to the court.

Only then did you notice the cat-like eyes watching your moves as if a tiger watching its prey.

Your eyes met for a second or so until the amber gaze softened into a teasing look, and he sent you a charming smile, the smile causing a warm feeling to settle in your chest. You thought of what Kenma told you, and you knew you would've believed what he told you if you hadn't seen this many times before. No, you thought, better cautious than sorry.

Biting your lips as you noticed the butterflies that formed in your stomach when Kuroo jumped to block Lev's spike, you knew you had to be more careful.

***

You were surprised when you noticed the next two days of being a ballgirl at Nekoma had passed a bit easier. You had started to enjoy being around the Nekoma boys, your fondness towards them growing each second you passed there, and it was would be unfair if you couldn't admit to yourself that it was a scary feeling.

Especially since you could feel your walls crumbling down more each time Kuroo teased, talked, or even looked at you with a grin. It was getting harder and harder to stay away from him, to remain neutral to his jokes, his flirts, to resist the urge to smile back whenever he looked your way and winked each time before he jumped to spike, to simply not catch feelings.

He was just so sweet, so funny, so smart but also dumb and he felt nothing like the guy you were always warned about. You remembered your friends warning you frantically when you told them about the situation, telling you to be on your guard at all times, that he was the big bad wolf.

You didn’t want him to be the big bad wolf, you wanted to believe him, to Kenma, to your instincts that told you he was different from everyone that broke your heart before, that you felt safe around him.

You did, you felt so safe and so happy, you always let your guard down, a part of you already too deep in this trap that was called Kuroo.

His flirts didn’t help either.

He was both really good and bad at flirting, it usually felt like he had no experience too, but that couldn’t be true. He was a goofy boy that had dumb chemistry jokes, instagram pick-up lines, cheesy maneuvers that somehow felt too cute.

You just wished for this detention to be over already, but you had to admit that you sometimes regretted it was a week rather than a month, too. Realizing you zoned out, you blinked a few times to shift back into reality, your eyes instantly found the amber ones that were looking your way with a mocking smile, butterflies in the pit of your stomach appearing as an instant reaction to his smile.

You had two more days to go -of course, you weren't going to spend your time as a ballgirl at the weekend, even coach Nekomata couldn't force you into that-, two more days of resisting the charm of the infamous captain.

You could do that, right?

***

It was already dark when the practice had ended, the thought of walking back home at this hour stressing you just a little. You had a friend walking with you these past three days, though today was even later than usual, so you told them not to wait.

Thinking about it now, it seemed like the better thing to do, to be a shitty friend and ask them to wait the past hours just to walk you back, though.

You sighed as you cast on your sweatshirt in one swift motion, hanging your backpack on one shoulder as you walked towards the exit and dialed a friend's number since you felt a bit more at ease as you talked with someone on the phone when you had to walk alone.

"Bye Kitty- I mean, Y/N!" Lev waved at you as he tied his shoelaces, correcting himself immediately as he remembered the last time he called you kitty and got an earful from Kuroo. You waved back as you put your phone back in your pocket since your friend didn't pick it up.

"Hey- Wait a second!" You heard someone call out. It was Kuroo, running towards you as he tried to pack his water bottle in his bag and catch up with you at the same time. Kenma was walking right behind him.

"Is anyone here to pick you up?" Kenma asked, and you shook your head side to side. "Then where are you going, Y/N? You didn't think we would let you walk alone, did you?" Kuroo teased as messed your hair, causing you to grimace and duck away from his touch.

"I'm tired enough already." You muttered as you tried to fix your hair, you heard him chuckle and felt your breath hitching in your chest. "The princess is tired, you heard that Kenma?" He teased, and you just sighed, missing the look Kenma gave Kuroo.

"So, uh- where do you live?" Kenma asked quietly, making both you and Kuroo realize you didn't have a clue where you were going. "Oh, I live near the library, ****** Street." You answered, earning a hum from the quiet boy.

"Would you look at that, t's pretty close to our neighborhood!" Kuroo told you with a wink only to see you groan. He liked it when you were angry, though.

"Since Kenma's house is the first on the way, we can drop him first." He continued, the thought of being alone with him making you grimace, though you couldn't ask them to drop you first.

"Uh, okay." You muttered quietly and fiddled with your fingers. To your surprise, the quiet ensued until you were left alone, and even then, Kuroo wasn't teasing and messing with you, but just making small talk.

When he looked like he couldn't take it anymore, he sighed, looking more serious than you usually saw him. "Do I make you nervous?"

"What?" You asked as you tried to understand how he could tell. Sure, you felt nervous next to him, but being alone was something else. He glanced at your hands that were holding each other, your fingers meddling.

"Kenma usually plays with his hands when he's nervous." He explained. "But you seem to be more on guard whenever I'm around, anyway." Wow, you thought, he was blunt. You weren't sure how to answer the accusation, especially since it was true, too, so you just stood there quietly, not able to look into his eyes.

"Look, if I ever did something that made you uncomfortable, that if I'm teasing you too much or ever just went too far, I-"

"No!" You exclaimed before you intended to. When he looked at you with confusion and hurt in his eyes, you took a deep breath. "No, it's not... I'ts not like that." You didn't mean to tell him that, but to let him blame himself for your insecure thoughts would be selfish.

"It's not like that?" He repeated and you shook your head, a lazy grin settling on his features slowly. You didn't look him in the eyes, your eyes settling on your hands as you just shook your head side to side, still feeling his amber eyes and the grin on his lips.

***

Wiping the sweat on your face with the back of your hand, you groaned when Lev missed another receiving ball, and the ball flew in the opposite direction.

Lev sent you an apologetic smile -even though you had gotten used to his gigantic presence, his smile still creeped you out just a bit- and you smiled back in a way of saying it's okay.

You ran across the room to collect it, only to hear a loud thump right next to your foot as you reached for the ball. You accidentally let out a shriek of surprise, dropping the ball in your hand and turning to where the sound came from, mouth agape. You realized it was a ball that landed centimeters away from you.

You looked around for a second until you noticed the teasing smirk on Kuroo's lips and his eyes on you, making you send him a glare. "Sorry!" He called out, not looking sorry the slightest, "It slipped out of my hand."

Of course, it hadn't slipped out of his hand, the ball was too precisely close to you, and even though you couldn't tell him that, Lev could. "Captain, it's a bad habit to lie, I saw you aiming the ball at her." He shouted with a playful smirk, winking at you as he did so.

You raised your brows at Kuroo, who wasn't smiling anymore, and you didn't miss the slight look of guilt in his eyes. It was your turn to tease him with a smile, and the whole team had stopped to watch what their captain would do. Since it was always Kuroo who teased people, it was odd to see him being the one poked fun at.

"Go back to your practice, Lev." He grumbled, "and since it's evident you haven't been paying attention to your practice, go ahead and run a few laps, too."

"What? Captain, that's not fair-" He protested, but the threatening look he received from his captain was enough to make him shut up.

"I'm just being honest, and look what I get!" He muttered as he started running laps, the sight making you chuckle.

Kuroo could swear he felt a bit betrayed at how you never laughed at him but kept laughing at Lev and the others. He wasn't stupid, he could see how you were running away from him, and even though now he knew it wasn't you disliking him, he was determined to solve whatever this was.

He was aware he had been showing you a little too much interest, too, and even if Kuroo hadn't noticed it himself, the looks Kenma sent him every time he talked to you would have already made him realize it. He knew what Kenma was trying to tell him, but he refused to acknowledge it. Kuroo wasn't crushing on you, he was just curious at why you stayed as far as you could from him.

Though he still had to admit he thought it was one of the cutest things to see you angry, and even cuter when you were smiling. He also did allow himself to admit he just liked to tease you, and talk with you, or even just be around you-

"Lev, think fast!" He heard your voice and snapped back to reality. He saw you grabbing a water bottle and throwing it to the white-haired boy, he watched as you laughed with glee when Lev caught the bottle without even missing a beat.

"That was so cool!" You exclaimed as you ran towards him. "Your reflexes are amazing. I'm really bad at this game, too." You admitted with a smile that just got on Kuroo's nerves. Lev stuck his chest out with pride at your words. "Lev- maybe you should run a bit more if you're insisting on slacking off." Kuroo told him as he approached you, his words causing Lev to run towards Kenma almost immediately.

Kenma sent Kuroo a glance, a glance you thought that meant 'fuck you for making me work more, especially with him' but actually meant 'jealous, huh?'

"Shut up, Kenma." He grumbled, making Kenma sigh. "I didn't say anything."

***

"Kuroo!" You protested as he sent another ball flying away, just to make you run. Kuroo looked at you with fake innocence, lifting his hands innocently.

"You're breaking my heart, Y/N." He told you dramatically. "Do you know how unmotivating it is to be scolded every time you miss a ball?"

"Think of it more of a wake-up call to actually start and hit the balls." You answered with a sigh as you ran to collect the next ball. "How mean." He teased, "it feels like you're telling me you can hit better than me."

You ignored the 'ooh' coming from Lev's way. You knew he was trying to make you take the challenge, and you were smart enough to know you couldn't beat Kuroo in his habitat, and being the smart boy he was, Kuroo was trying to make it so that it looked like it was you who challenged him in the first place.

"And this feels like you're trying to force me into making a challenge with you just so you can boost your ego." You told him and heard Kenma chuckle from behind you.

"So you accept defeat, how pathetic." Kuroo shot back, and you sent a glare his way. "It's okay, you don't have to be sad because I'm better than you." He cooed with a pat on your head. "Cause if that was the case, most people would have to be depressed." He added, his false(?) narcissism making you groan in frustration, and he chuckled as you started to walk away from him.

"Oh, don't run away from me, Y/N, I know you secretly like me." He teased, talking in a very Romeo-like way. You grimaced at his words -you could swear you heard Kenma muttering 'you're the one to talk'- as you just started to walk faster.

"I don't." You sighed as he easily caught up with his long legs.

"You do." He insisted with a grin. The truth was- you did. You liked hanging out with him, you liked it when he teased you, talked to you, stood around you. He made you feel safe, a false sense of safeness that you were afraid of feeling in the first place.

"I don't." You answered grumpily and wore your sweatshirt.

"You do." He spoke as he packed his gym bag.

"Don't!"

"Do."

"Kuroo, will you ever shut up?" You snapped, and he grinned wider. "I will if you just accept that you like me."

"No." You persisted and heard him sigh, but he didn't pester any longer. "I'll leave you be just because it's your last day tomorrow. Is there anyone here to pick you up?"

You looked outside and bit your lips. "No, but it's not very late, I can walk back."

"No way," He told you with a grin, and you cursed your heart that was beating rapidly in your chest. "I like walking with you."

He didn't expect an answer, though he was glad he got to see your smile that you tried to hide.

***

This time, Kenma wasn't around either. He had some stuff to do and wasn't going to be able to join the both of you. It was even more awkward than the last time you walked together, though.

You could feel the excitement radiating from him, he looked anxious, too, and to hide that anxiousness, he resorted to using very bad jokes that did nothing to the heavy awkwardness.

He was telling you something very irrelevant about the period system when he finally heard you sigh. "I'm not a very big fan of Chemistry." You told him with an apologetic smile. "But are you okay? You seem a bit... tense." He sighed at that, finally deciding to say what he wanted to say since he saw you the first time that day.

"Yeah, you usually are when you're trying to ask someone out, even more so when the girl you're trying to ask out is trying to get away from you most of the time." He joked, half expecting you to laugh, but chewed on his lip when you stopped in your place and looked at him, mouth agape.

"I-"

"I know you told me it wasn't like you didn’t lik me, but it still makes me nervous." He laughed. "Especially since I can't understand why, and I'm not telling you this because I want to force you into telling me but-"

"It's okay, It's just-" You sighed, waiting a few seconds and trying to gather the courage. "It's just... you're a charming boy, Kuroo." You admitted and regretted it instantly. His eyes looked at you for a second or so as if he couldn't process what you said, and it took him a while to pull his teasing act back again.

"I mean- I know I am, but I didn't expect you to... say it like that."

"No, what I meant is that you're charming, you have almost everything a girl would want-"

"What do you mean almost?"

"Shush for a second." You told him but didn't go on with your speech. You didn't want to tell him you were staying away from him in fear of falling for him.

"I think I know what you're trying to say," Kuroo admitted, and you felt both relieved and horrified that he could tell. "You're afraid you can't resist my charm." He grinned.

"Don't say it like that!" You protested, and he laughed.

"What I don't understand is- why? You told me yourself, I'm everything a girl could want-"

"That is not how I said it."

"And I like you. So what's the problem?" He genuinely looked confused, making you doubt if everything that was told about him was actually true.

"I know but- do you... actually like me? Like, like me like me?" You blabbered, cursing your insecurities as you bit your lips anxiously. "I didn't think I hid it that well." He chuckled awkwardly when you kept your silence.

"No, no- you didn't hide it at all." You muttered, and he made a face. "But I never thought you were... genuine."

His brows furrowed, trying to understand what that meant. "What does that even mean?" Well, shit. Now you had to explain that to him? "It's not really important, I just-" You bit your lip and looked away. "I didn't think you liked me...like that."

"Well, what did you think all that flirting was?"

"I thought you were just teasing." You shrugged with an awkward smile, and he looked at you like you slapped him. "Wow," he finally sighed. "That hurt. I never knew I looked like that to you. It's kinda disappointing, actually."

"Isn't it true, though?" You muttered, your eyes still fixated on your hands, afraid of his answer. He was a genuine guy, too proud to lie to you about who he was, and you knew Kuroo wouldn't hide it if he was the guy in the rumors.

He shrugged. "It's not." He told you and your eyes snapped up from your hands and found his eyes. "Many people think I'm this guy who has every girl falling for him, or that I'm this player and breaker of hearts," He joked, but it was evident he was hurt. "But it's not really true. Sure, I had some relationships in the past but-" He suddenly stopped talking, feeling like he was talking too much.

"It's um- It's okay, actually. I understand why you would want to stay away, though I never thought you would also believe the rumors." He went on when you didn't say anything.

"No- wait, Kuroo!" You held him by the hem of his shirt when he started to walk again, and you didn't want this conversation to be over here. Not when he just told you he was serious this past week, and it wasn't just a big joke for him.

"I like- I like you, too." You muttered, making him stop in his track. "Even though I tried to get away from you, resisted you with all my might... I still like you." It took you at least five minutes to even manage to finish your sentence, but he was patient, a smile growing on his lips with each word that fell from your lips.

"But you just told me you thought I was teasing you this whole time." He told you, half teasing half genuine, his words only making your face heat up more than it was. "Y/N, are you trying to tell me that you fell for me even though you thought I was just having fun with you?" He grinned. "My charm must be even stronger than I thought."

"I'll leave you here and run." You warned, but he didn't buy it. "Nah, I think you like me a little too much for that." He started to walk again, whistling a tune with a grin on his lips, leaving you behind utterly confused. You noticed his left hand sticking slightly back as if he expected you to- "Aren’t you coming?"He asked, a playful glint in his eyes.

You smiled, running to catch up and slipped your hand into his warm ones, feeling his slight squeeze fen he intertwined his fingers with yours.

Maybe being a ball-girl wasn't that bad, after all.

Kiss me so you won’t forget

》 35 An awkward kiss given after a first date. / Kuroo Tetsurou

Synopsis: 6 year old you sealed your promise with Kuroo with a kiss (on the cheek, but its still a kiss... right?) A promise that you would remember and wait each other until Kuroo could buy you a ring. You still remember, but does he?

Even though you weren't exactly best friends, you knew who Kuroo Tetsurou was, and really, who didn't? He was the captain of the volleyball team, one of the most handsome guy around, so smart and so cool, and also your first kiss.

Okay, okay, maybe not your first kiss- it was a small peck on the cheek, but you still counted it. You remembered the day it happened, you and he were playing in the playground, and even though you had just met that day, you felt like you knew each other forever.

He had told you he was going to marry you at the end of the day, and you still remembered the proud smirk on his lips as he promised you, his warm -and dirty- hand holding yours, those odd, golden eyes sparkling. "Just wait," he had told you, "wait till I can buy a ring." You nodded, trying to hide your joy from him.

"Promise me you won't forget me, 'kay?" He told you with a serious face.

"Okay." You had muttered, fidgeting your hands.

"And if I see any other boy here playing with you, I- I-" when he couldn't think of any threats, he held your other hand too, now holding both your hands, looking deep into your eyes. "I'll be really sad."

At that, you had smiled sweetly, without thinking much about it, you leaned in, and your lips touched his chubby cheeks. "I won't forget," you giggled, a kiss worth a promise. "But you have to promise you won't forget either."

And here you were, still remembering the day as clear as day, knowing it was a childish game, but still waiting. You had never forgotten about him, even though you hadn't seen him ever again, not until the first day of college, anyway.

A freshman, standing in the middle of the almost empty room, looking around like a fish out of water. You had no idea where your class was, and it didn't help to know your first ever lesson was Chemistry, your arch-nemesis. You thought of asking help from the people around you, but they all looked too mean for you, like they all were watching and snickering at you. Well, it was an exaggeration, they didn't really care about your presence there, and although some were laughing at the fish-out-of-water expression you had on your face, it was because you reminded them of their first day. 

Still, even though the paranoia you felt wasn't rational, it was there. So asking just anyone was out of the question. Chewing on your inner lip, you walked out to the hallway, hoping you could at least find a teacher so you could ask where the fuck the chemistry lab was. But instead of going to the d-block as you should've, you found yourself out in the garden. 

"Oh my god," you muttered to yourself, rubbing your temples as you looked around, this time even gathering to courage to go and as someone. That was when you saw a head of dyed blond hair bending over the game console in his hands, looking very uncomfortable as he sat on the very edge of the bench.

You didn't want to, but you found yourself walking towards the blond, his eyes never once leaving the screen, his fingers moving smoothly over the buttons.

"E- excuse me?" You muttered when you stood there a few seconds, and he didn't notice you. He visibly flinched at your voice, averting his eyes to you. "I'm, uh, I'm a freshman." You told him as if that explained everything. When he didn't answer, you cleared your throat. "I'm looking for the chemistry lab? I'm very late, and-"

"Kenma." You heard someone call from right behind you, the voice sending chills down your arms for an unexplainable reason. You turned around on your heels to see just who it was. He stood a few steps away from you, brows slightly furrowed as his golden eyes studied your face. Golden eyes that were too familiar. It didn't take you long to recognize who it was, the unruly, raven hair of his being the biggest hint. 

(You were a bit surprised he kept the hair though, because really, what even is that?)

Your lips parted, letting out a small gasp as you recognized, connecting the memory from so long ago with the tall boy that stood before you. The way his eyes examined your face, he probably thought he had seen you before, and you waited for him to remember, heart pounding in your chest because finally-

"I've been looking for you all around." He spoke softly, voice laced with concern, and your eyes widened, gaping at him because his words could only mean that he remembered, he really remembered. 

It took you a few seconds to realize he hadn't. His eyes weren't on you anymore, but on the small boy that slouched over his game. Kenma, ever the perceptive boy, noticed the slight slump of your shoulders, the disappointment that flashed in your eyes.

"I was here." Kenma shrugged, his eyes once again finding his game console. "Could you help her, though? She's lost, apparently, and I'm about to face the boss." 

"Oh, sure." He shrugged, a grin suddenly appearing on his lips, eyes slightly narrowing in a flirtatious manner. "Freshman, huh?" 

"That obvious?" You muttered, forcing a nervous laugh, and he chuckled. "Yeah." 

~~~

The walk felt like an hour. You quickly noticed Kuroo was pretty popular by the looks and whispers that followed you both, and frankly, this was not the first impression you wished to give. 

You anxiously fidgeted your hands, your gaze on your steps as he talked about... something.(what was he talking about again? You had forgotten to listen.)

"And, this is the chemistry lab." He told you, stopping suddenly and causing you to fall off balance. "Woah, careful." He grinned, holding you by the wrist before you fell flat on your face.

"Thanks." You told him with a giggle, biting your lip when you looked at the time. "The class is literally over in 10 minutes." You sighed. "I'll just skip it."

"Wow, rebellious, are we? And skipping chemistry? You must be out of your mind." He teased, chuckling. You shrugged, smiling back. "I don't really like chemistry anyway."

"I'll pretend I didn't hear that." He frowned, "come on, there are benches right around the corner so we can sit."

"Oh, it's okay, and you probably have classes anyway. Thank you so much for helping me, though." You told him with a smile, feeling bad for parting since he was fun to be around, but you didn't want him to feel like a babysitter. 

"My next class is also in this block, don't worry about it. What's your next class? We don't want you to get lost again, you know?" He grinned, making heat rush to your face. "It's math... I think." You answered as you followed him to the bench. 

"Here you go." He told you when he came back from the automat, a can of coffee in his hand. "The coffee tastes like shit, but it still does the job." He kept talking as he opened the can, making a face as he downed the coffee. 

"Oh, shit." You coughed after you took a sip, making him laugh, the rich voice making you shiver. "I told you." 

You sat there until the next lesson, the conversation never-ending, full of laughs, and it felt like that first day you had met. It felt like you knew each other all your lives, like you hadn't only met that day. Still, you neatly avoided ever talking about how you had met before -or that he had proposed to you-. It did kind of sting that he didn't remember when you hadn't forgotten all these years, but it was okay. You were kids, after all.

"You know, this was nice." He told you when you stood up to go back to your class, running one hand through his hair, he looked... nervous?

"It was, thank you for your help." You told him. "And the very bad coffee, too." You added, once again making him laugh. "It's a pleasure." 

He bit on his lip, his eyes locked to yours as if he wanted to say something but couldn't. Or maybe it was... Did he finally remember?

"Would you like me to walk you to the class? Do you remember the directions?" 

"It's okay, I remember." You chuckled, missing the letdown look in his eyes. "Oh, okay." He muttered. 

Oh. 

You turned around to walk to class, stopping mid-track when you heard him call your name. "Yes, Kuroo-kun?" You asked sweetly when he didn't say anything for a few seconds. 

"I was thinking..." He muttered. "I can... you know, give you my number." He scratched the back of his neck anxiously. "So I can help if you ever get lost." He added when you didn't answer (you were still trying to process that he offered you his number?!)

"Oh, that would be amazing!" You told him a bit too excitedly. "Th- that's really sweet, thank you." You tried to suppress your grin as he entered his number into your phone. 

"You can always text me." He told you with a fake chough that was meant to hide his embarrassment. "Not only when- I mean if you get lost, but also if you ever need any help. Or just anything, really." He chuckled when he noticed your flushed stare. 

"You should probably go now," he told you. "You class is about to start." 

"Oh, shit!" You muttered, starting to run as you realized he was right. 

~~~

"Oh, hey Kenma!" You greeted your friend when he walked towards you. You were glad he had relaxed around you, feeling safe when it was just you two. 

"Hey, Y/N." He greeted back quietly. "Waiting for Kuroo?"

You nodded with a shy smile, averting your eyes from his golden ones to your hands. "He should be here any minute now."

"I doubt it." Kenma shrugged. "He was trying to shape his hair last time I saw him. He has been working on it ever since." He snickered villainously. "And that was 3 hours ago." 

You couldn't help but laugh at that, the image of Kuroo's frustrated face as he tried to rule his hair somewhat, making your shoulders shake with laughter. 

"What are you laughing at?" You heard someone talk from right behind you and making you jump in your place. "N-nothing!" You answered instantly when you recognized him. 

"I thought you were going to fix your hair." Kenma muttered, his words causing Kuroo's face to twist with shock, anger, and disappointment. 

"I did fix my hair!"

~~~

A date with Kuroo Tetsurou. 

You always imagined it would be amazing, but not this good. It was unfair how funny he was, how smart and good-looking. It was always enjoyable to be around him, but having his full attention on you, like this, romantically, was something else. 

It hadn't taken long after that second first time you had met for him to ask you out. You were hanging out almost every day anyway, he usually accompanied you to your classes, sometimes even waiting for you. 

So here you were. Kuroo had decided to go on a picnic for your first date, brought cookies and sandwiches and this time decent coffee, even fruits, and at least 20 bananas? You didn't ask him about the bananas, though.

You had been sitting there, on the top of the hill, for hours now. The sun had already set, stars showing up in the sky, but neither of you wanted to part. 

Kuroo was leaning on a tree, his arm slumped on your shoulder, pulling you towards his chest. It didn't feel awkward or odd to be in this position with him, but you weren't sure why (or how). You skid closer to him, dropping your head on his shoulder, aware of the grin on his lips when you didn't push him back. 

You sat like that for god knows how long, only deciding to go back when he noticed you were about to fall asleep between his arms. The ride back to your house was silent, the comforting kind that made you both smile. It was dark, the lights coming from the traffic every once in a while illuminating your pretty face, causing him to think this was yet another dream. He had no idea how he managed to make you fall for him, too, but Kuroo was grateful he did.

He tapped your shoulder slightly when you arrived, waking you up from your daze. "Y/N." He muttered, smiling. "We're here."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I think I fell asleep." You answered with a cheeky smile. "So I thought." He chuckled. "So, uh, thank you for today." He told you, rubbing the back of his neck and causing you to scream internally at how adorable he was. 

"It was really nice." He kept on awkwardly when you stood silent and fiddled your fingers with your now unfastened seatbelt.

"I had so much fun, too." You answered, biting your lips as you thought of what to say next, but he acted before you.

"By the way, Y/N, you know this was a date, right?" He suddenly asked, the question leaving you dumbfounded. When you didn't answer him for a few seconds, he felt his eyes widening. "Y/N- are you seriosuly-"

"Kuroo, what the hell?" You asked, unable to control your laughter anymore. "Of course I knew this was a date!"

"Ah, damn, my heart almost stopped." He clutched his chest, only making your laughter louder. "Why would you even ask that?"

"Oh, I just... wanted to confirm it so I could tell you something." He muttered, not proceeding whatsoever. "And that is?.." You persuaded him, making him chuckle and lean forward to bring his face closer to yours. "I wanted to tell you that- that I like you. A lot." He finally admitted.

"I like you, too." You whispered, suddenly aware of how close his lips were.

"And I really, really want to kiss you." 

"I'm not- I'm not stopping you." You confessed, making him chuckle just before his lips touched your lips. It was a small peck, his soft lips pressing yours slightly, his touch on your lips lingering a few seconds before he pulled back. 

"I think-" He whispered, slightly breathless because of the excitement and the way his heart pounded in his heart. "I've fallen for you hard." He chuckled. "I'm not- Umm, I'm sorry our first kiss wasn't in somewhere more romantic, though." Kuroo told you, and you could see the slight disappointment in his eyes. 

You bit your lip (the feeling of his lips still lingered on yours), chuckling anxiously. "You know, this wasn't exactly our first kiss." You shrugged.

"What?"

"I, umm, I did kiss you on the cheek before. To seal... a promise."

His brows furrowed, trying to understand what you were talking about, confusion evident in his eyes. "No, you didn't." 

"Kuroo," you told him with a mysterious smile. "I did." 

You opened the car door, knowing by the slight widening of his eyes, he was an eyelash away from remembering. "Well, good night." You smiled, enjoying the look of shock in his eyes. 

You shut the door just as he shouted your name, "Y/N, wait, I remember!"

~~~

Even though you weren't mad at him for forgetting, Kuroo still made up for it with thousands and thousands of more kisses.

Omg I’ve read some of ur fics and ur SUCH AN AMAZING WRITER! Can I pls request a Bakugou x fem!reader where he comes home angry and when u try to comfort him he just says something that hurts u. End it with fluff plzz THANK YOU

Genre: angst with a good ending

Warnings: language, bakugou being somewhat a shitty boyfriend, the reader is very forgetful if you haven’t noticed and it's me since I can’t remember anyone’s birthday or any important date to save my life

Synopsis: it’s Bakugou’s birthday, so why isn’t he still home?

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So, maybe you weren’t good at remembering birthdays.

And it was true you forgot your boyfriends’ birthday once- it took a long time for you to get him to talk to you again. As if he wasn't grumpy enough already.

And even though he insisted he hated birthday parties and celebrations, you knew how much he liked to see his friends coming together to celebrate.

Well, you always thought he liked it when you were there, too.

Or maybe not.

Remembering the last time, how much he scolded and silent treated you, you wanted to make up for forgetting his birthday, and your anniversary and- yeah, you did forget quite a lot, you wanted to make up for it all.

Since you usually celebrated his birthday not precisely on his birthday but always the day after, you thought it was actually going to be a surprise for him this time. You had also planned a party for the next day to celebrate with his friends, but you wanted to celebrate this one with him and only him.

You gave it your everything to celebrate his birthday in the best way possible, you knew he didn’t like going out to eat, so you decided to make it in your apartment.

You baked a cake, cookies, and those gluten-free shit that he liked, a meal you never thought you would be able to handle, roses and candles… and it was evident how much time and thought you gave to it, making you smile proudly at yourself.

So as you waited for him to come back from work- you took the day off to get everything ready, you were all jittery with excitement.

What would his reaction be? That was all you could think of as you waited for the familiar sound of key jingles.

And waited.

And… waited.

You had been leaving texts and calls to his phone almost every hour, but you knew he never was the type to check his texts anyway, he probably would be home before he even saw your texts.

The night felt longer and longer as you looked at the clock, moving.

A familiar lump was forming in your throat, a feeling of stinging in your eyes making you furious with how easily you felt down. He was probably just… late because of work.

At least 5 hours late, though.

You tried to swallow the lump in your throat that was hurting at this point, to look up so the make-up that you spent hours on wouldn’t smudge, to plaster a smile on your face so that you could smile brightly when he entered the room.

It was his birthday, after all, and you wanted to make him happy.

You bit your quivering lip as you finally stood up, taking the untouched food from the table that was now ice-cold, and even though it looked mouth-watering, you didn’t feel like taking a bite.

It just… it just hurt to see the food you spent so much time on, the one you tried a few times beforehand so it would be perfect go to waste, without him even getting to taste it.

It would have been bearable if you just knew he would come really late, or that he wouldn’t come at all, but the feeling of suspense, to jump in your place and get ready to surprise him whenever you heard footsteps, that was the most tiring of it all.

You didn’t lose your composure, though. Not until you had decided to blow out your favorite 'special ocasion' candles so that they wouldn't go to waste.

No, you didn't let yourself cry until you had noticed they had melted, the now frozen wax puddling beneath the candle holders and staining the table.

You sniffed, trying to hold back the tears that stung your eyes.

You weren't crying at the candles, of course, but more at the fact that you had been waiting for him for that long, but Bakugou still wasn't home.

Your boyfriend wasn’t home on his birthday.

You bit your lip, trying to turn a deaf ear to your dark thoughts that kept repeating you the same thing, that Bakuogou wasn't here, was it because he didn't love you anymore? Because he was bored of you, that he hated you and that-

As you furiously wiped the tears that felt like they were burning your skin, angry at yourself for pitying yourself like this, new ones filled their place instead, and it soon was near impossible to stop crying.

He wasn’t home as you were crying either, though.

He came home long, long after that, after you had finally stopped crying, the sobs that were shaking you now just soft sniffs and sighs.

You heard the keys jiggling for a minute, unable to open the door on the first try, he opened the door a bit too roughly.

He probably wasn't drunk, Bakugou was never the type to like losing himself, his control, and his logic, but it was evident he wasn't exactly sober, either.

You didn’t have it in you to jump from your seat as you did a million more times that day, neither did you have the energy to go running into his arms, drown him in kisses-

You just lay there on the couch, your make up smudged as you stared at the ceiling, probably causing you to look like the dead corpse bride.

“At least come greet me, will ya?” He mumbled, the words causing your blood to boil in your veins. You didn’t answer back.

“Oi, Y/N!” You heard him call out, his eyes roaming around the room, trying to understand why there were so many roses and balloons around the shitty room until his gaze found you.

You who laid on the couch, looking at the ceiling, your mascara, and eyeliner or whatever the fuck it was called running down your face in tear stains. But it was the look on your eyes that caused a lump to form in his stomach.

Blank.

“What are you-”

“H-hey, Katsu.” You said weakly, almost a whisper. You bit your lip, trying to gather the courage to say the words to him. “Happy birthday.”

Your voice cracked with emotions, Bakugou felt a wave of goosebumps tingling on his skin, well aware something was very wrong.

It took him a while to understand what was going on, and his only reaction was, “Well, shit.”

You stood quiet.

“We were out with shitty hair and- I didn’t notice it was this late.” He told you as he checked the hour on his phone, noticing the missed calls and texts, grimacing internally.

You were still quiet, though.

“I didn’t think you were gonna do something for me, damn it!” He snapped, expecting a reaction, any reaction, but he got none. You just stared at him, and it felt him feel so guilty.

“H-how could I have known? I thought you had forgot!” He continued, and that got a reaction from you, a grimace that looked like he just slapped you, and a single tear trickling down your cheek. He noticed your widening eyes, realizing how the words came out, trying to correct himself as he walked towards you.

“I’m not blaming you, for fucks sake, I’m just saying that- that you aren’t very good with dates and you usually forget these shitty things.” Now that he tried to explain it, it sounded even worse, so he decided to shut up, instead.

A few minutes of silence passed, your eyes never once meeting his crimson ones, and he noticed you rising to your legs. “I hope you had fun.” You shrugged with a faint smile. The way your lips trembled despite the smile just made him want to pull you in a hug, apologize until he couldn’t even talk.

But he didn’t, of course.

He watched you walk into the bedroom, not missing how you secretly tried to wipe your tears away.

Bakugou stood up, going to the kitchen to drink some water to get rid of this ridiculous lump in his throat and this tightness in his chest, his eyes falling on the two plates that stood on the counter, the untouched food that stood in them, apparent that there was too much time that was spent on it.

You hadn’t touched your food, either, he noticed. You had to be hungry. Bakugou bit his lip that started to quiver for some stupid reason, took the metal fork that felt cold between his fingers, taking a bite out of the food that would have been the best thing he ate if it was warm. Only if he had come sooner, maybe he could’ve enjoyed it with you, laughing at some stupid shit you said.

He thought you forgot.

Bakugou was afraid you were thinking that he was punishing you for the last time. He was so afraid you would think that since it was exactly the type of thing that he would do.

Not to you, though.

Never to you.

He thought you forgot.

He thought you… forgot.

“Y/N?”Bakugou muttered when he went back to the bedroom, noticing your figure that stilled instantly in the bad in a pitiful attempt of acting asleep.

“I know you’re awake, dumbass.” He mumbled, sitting on the bed, his hand reaching to your face and pushing back the hair that was touching your frame. Your face was wet with tears, skin warm with emotions.

“I’m sorry.” He finally whispered, aware of how you flinched at his words, under his touch.

“I’m really sorry.” He repeated, voice hoarse and sincere, that it caused you to open your eyes and look at him for the first time that night.

Did he have to look that handsome as he broke your heart?

“Katsuki?” You whispered, his thumb caressing your cheek with a softness he only showed to you. “Did you rather be with them than me?” You finally asked, the question that was eating you alive the moment you noticed that he wasn't coming home.

“No.” He answered plainly, but that was all you needed to have a soft smile settle on your lips. 

It took you a while to break your silence. “I didn’t burn the kitchen today.” You told him nonchalantly, as if nothing had happened, but Bakugou knew you too well, aware of how hurt you still were, and how you were trying to avoid it instead of confronting.

“I noticed.” He answered with a slight tilt of his lips.

“Are you hungry? I think there are some cookies in the counter-” 

“Y/N," He stopped you. "I’m sorry.” Bakugou repeated, his words causing your eyes to water. He settled down next to you as you tried to hide the tears sliding down your cheek, pulling your face to his chest so you could hide your face from him. His arms wrapped around you, he settled his chin on top of your head, cooing soft words at you.

You were content with his caramel scented hands caressing your hair, and you face as if trying to etch it into his brain, with the soft gaze in those crimson eyes that looked at you with love and guilt, but it was oddly relieving to have him apologize.

“I’m sorry, love. I’m so sorry.” He whispered, and you sobbed and sobbed.

It was odd that whatever happened, it was always between his arms you found peace, felt safe.

“I love you.” He whispered into your hair after a while, after you had stopped crying, on the verge of sleep. “The food was good.” He smiled, his voice being the last thing you heard before you fell asleep, and he finally felt the tightness in his chest dissolve when he saw the shadows of your sadness on your face disappear, causing him to pull you even more towards him.

Whatever happened, even when you broke each other's hearts, having you between his arms was all you needed to mend a broken heart.

Hi. Im sorry for bothering you. Can you please do bakugou, hawks, and aizawa where they buy a white noise machine to sleep better. But waje up one night to s/o crying saying '*insert name wont hurt me' over and over, because their abuser used white noise machines to purposefully keep them awake? Thabk youfkr your time

Of course you're not bothering me! Thank you for your request, but I'm sorry to tell you that I can't do this request since it falls on the triggering spectrum for me :( Sorry!

Hi, can I get some scenarios or headcanons of whichever MHA characters you want taking care of their s/o who’s delirious with a fever? Thank you

As long as we’re together

A/N (a special one for the anon heh): thank you so much for the request! I hope it isn’t a problem that I wrote only one since I write long fics, but this was really cute, and I hope you like it!

Genre: mild angst with a good ending, fluff

Word count: 3k :)

Synopsis: you never thought a small cough could turn into something this big, a day Bakugou calls the scariest worst day of his life.

pairing: Bakugou x fem!reader

It started with a cough.

You didn't think of it as much, guessing taking a pill and herbal tea would suffice, and it would be gone the next morning. Katsuki was away for the weekend, apparently, Kirishima was having a hard time, and Katsuli wasn't the type to just let his friends down.

The house was so quiet and so lonely without him, his caramel scent fading with every moment he wasn't there. You thought it was his absence that caused your laziness and moodiness. So you just kept repeating to yourself that it wasn't anything serious and will disappear the next morning,

It didn't, in fact, go away. Instead, you even had a killer headache along with the now slightly worsened cough.

You weren't the kind to get sick often, and even when you did, it didn't last more than a few days. Always just a few coughs and sometimes a bit of haziness, and it would be gone. So when you were talking on the phone, your boyfriend asked you if anything was wrong, you said no. Why did you need to bother him? It would soon be gone, and you knew very well the second you told him you didn't feel good, he would jump on the very first plane or car or anything, walk if he needed to, and be by your side.

Not that you didn't want him next to you, but he was there because someone else needed him, and he would be home soon enough, anyway.

So instead of telling him the slight cough and the headache, you just sighed. "I just missed you, babe."

"Of course, you did." He answered, and you could hear the grin in his voice. "I'm flying back tomorrow. I'll be home for dinner." He added, and you knew he had missed you just as much. "How is..." You started to ask, suddenly forgetting what you were even saying. There was an odd feeling in your brain that stopped you from thinking, your head felt lighter than usual, and your eyelids were closing on their own.

"Shitty hair is fine." He answered, not noticing your shift in mood. "Don't worry about him, dumbass. You eatin' good? I sure hope you're not eating those shitty fucking things again." By those shitty fucking things, he meant anything that didn't have enough spice and protein in it, but you didn't call him out for it. Instead, you stood silent, the kind of thing that caused Bakugou to furrow his brow on the other side of the line. Even though he was serious about you eating healthy, he expected you to laugh or tease him about it.

"Hey, dumbass. You still there?"

You wanted to say something, you really did, but the sudden dizziness that hit you prevented you from focusing on anything but not throwing up.

"Y/N?" You heard Katsuki's now worried voice. "Answer me this fucking second, or I'm coming there right now." He growled when he thought he heard a slight whimper.

"B-baby- I'm right here!" You finally managed to answer. "I was just- looking for the charger so I couldn't answer." You lied, still feeling dizzy, but at least you could talk with him now.

"Y/N, if you're fucking lying to me, I'm jumping on the first plane and coming right there." He told you, but you could hear his worry toning down. "No, no. You're coming home tomorrow anyway." You told him, smiling softly to yourself. "Just, come back to me as soon as you can, baby."

"Don't fucking tell that to me." He answered with a softer voice. "You know there's no need. Oh, shit, I gotta go now." He told you quickly, a shuffling coming from the other side of the line. "Take care, 'kay? And if anything happens, you're calling me."

"Y-yeah." You said weakly, the feeling of tiredness coming back. "You too, baby."

You knew you shouldn't feel sad when he closed the phone, but you did. Sighing to yourself, you thought it would be better if you just slept. You suddenly noticed you hadn't eaten anything the whole day, you had skipped both breakfast and lunch, but you were so tired that you thought it would be okay if you just ate when you woke up.

The room was awfully silent, and you didn't even have the strength to stand up and go to your bed. It would be okay if you slept on the couch, right?

With the thought of your lover coming back to you tomorrow, you smiled to yourself and finally gave in to the heaviness on your body and closed your eyes, thinking about how Katsuki would smile if you cooked his favorite food for him when he came back.

***

Bakugou called you the next morning but pouted when you didn't pick it up. He was an early riser anyway, so he thought you just slept in.

He knew you always woke up with him just for his sake but was also aware you could sleep the whole day if he let you. Still, he had an uneasy feeling in his chest, he knew you would wake up early just to talk to him. You sounded tired when you last talked, though, so he didn't call you one more time.

He called you again as he was eating lunch with Kirishima, you probably should have woken up and at least called him back by then. Maybe you just didn't see the missed call he had left.

The phone rang and rang, but you still weren't picking up. He called you again, and again after that, too, his brows furrowing and leaving a small crease of worry on his forehead.

"You good, Bakubro?" He heard Kirishima call to him, realizing he had been looking at his phone screen for the past few minutes. Bakugou clicked his tongue. "Yeah, let's just eat already." He answered grumpily and saw the cheeky smile on his best friend's face.

"Can't even be apart from Y/N a few days?" Kirishima teased and Bakugou clicked his tongue again. "Shut up, shitty hair. It's because of you I'm here."

You must be working, Bakugou thought. Or maybe you were tidying your place up since he knew how messy you could get when he wasn't around. That must be it, he thought. You knew how much he disliked untidiness and must be cleaning to surprise him.

He called and called after that, the uneasy feeling in his chest with every missed call, but he always found an excuse. He called you before his shower, after the shower, as he packed his luggage, after finishing, as he left the place, at the airport, before he got on the plane, but you just didn't pick your phone up.

He felt the strong taste of blood in his mouth, not even aware he was biting his lip. He was so uneasy throughout the flight, still feeling a bit at ease to be finally reunited with you, he could almost feel your sweet scent when he closed his eyes.

Maybe you were mad at him for leaving you the past two days, or he closed the phone too early the day before. You could also be teasing him for when he came back, right? Still, that wasn’t the kind of thing you would do.

He kept calling when he landed, the phone never spending a second without calling you. When he finally came in front of your door, he thought you would run to open the door for him when you heard the sound of the keys. He opened the door with a scowl on his face, ready to scold you when you jumped to his arms.

Or maybe he could hug and kiss you before he did so. Yeah, that would be better, he thought, he could give you a long kiss before he scolded you. "Oi, shitty-" he called out, but instead of seeing your bright smile and beautiful face, he was greeted with absolute silence. "Woman..." His voice trailed off.

The lights were still on, the TV playing in the background, but you were nowhere to be seen. "Babe?" He called out, every scenario playing in his mind, his usually collected movements turning into panicked ones.

"Y/N?!" He shouted again, throwing his luggage to somewhere he wasn't even sure where. He rushed into the living room, the untidy room making him grimace, which meant that you hadn't been cleaning up when he called.

"Y/N!" He shouted one more time, this time, his ruby gaze had finally landed on the small figure on the couch. You looked so small, squeezed between the big pillows of the couch, hugging your body tightly. He could feel his chest tightening at the sight, but the pained look on your face was what caused his breath to hitch in his lungs.

He ran towards you, noticed how your cheeks were bright red, your face glowing with a sheer layer of sweat. Despite the sweat and your red cheeks, you were trembling like a leaf as you hugged yourself for warmth. You were whimpering and mumbling to yourself, and even though he couldn't understand what you were saying, your face that twisted with pain and agony told him he didn't want to know.

His hand touched your forehead, but he pulled it back almost instantly. You were burning.

Bakugou suddenly forgot everything he knew, his thoughts blank, mind full of panic. "Shit!" He mumbled to himself, picking you up from the couch and rushing to the shower. Even your clothes were wet with sweat, though you still nuzzled your face to his neck, hugging him to find warmth.

"I'm so cold." He heard you mumble, a shiver running down your body. "I'm so cold." You repeated, your voice causing his heart to beat faster than it already was. "I know, baby." He told you as he started to run a lukewarm bath, frantically trying to get you out of your damp clothes.

Still, it was a good sign that you were at least somewhat conscious. Bakugou bit his lip anxiously when he heard you whimper his name. "Shh," he cooed, "I'm right here."

He didn't know why, but he could swear a pained look shadow your face when he told you that. Quickly placing you to the bathtub when it was ready, you clung on him weakly. "No- no, don't go, don't go, please!" He heard you cry out. "I'm right here, baby, I'm not leaving you." It was all he could say as tears slid down your cheeks.

Bakugou finally managed to settle you in the tub, the feeling of you unconscious in his arms like he was carrying a doll sending shivers down his spine. He finally let himself fall on the floor, sitting right next to you, burying his face in his hands. This explained why you acted weird the day before, and he was so mad that you didn't even tell him-

His mind blanked when he heard a soft sob coming your way. "Y/N?" He whispered when your sobs got more frequent and stronger. "What's wrong, baby? Are you hurting- why are you crying?" His hands caressing your burning cheek, pushing the hairs back from your face, Bakugou was in desperate need of an answer.

It took a few seconds for you to finally be able to answer. Your voice was so soft and so broken, he wouldn't have been able to understand if he hadn't listened so closely. "I don't want you to die." A sentence that sent shivers down your lover's spine.

"What? What are you-"

"I-I want- I wish we had more time together!" You sobbed, your shoulders shaking violently, and he had to hold you so that your head wouldn't fall into the water. Your face falling forward and back, you didn't have the strength to support your head. Why did you look so sad? What even was the nightmare you were having? Bakugou wasn't sure he wanted to know.

"Baby I- I'm right here!" Bakugou called out to you hopelessly, well aware you weren't conscious and probably having a fever dream. He had never felt so hopeless, he would do anything to pull you out of this unconsciousness and tell you it was all a nightmare. So in a desperate hope to reach you, he kept repeating it, "I'm here, baby! I'm not dying, I'm right here, next to you. We're at home, we're together, please!"

"I know." You told him. "I'm happy we at least get to spend our last day together."

"No," He repeated, "please." He groaned, chewing his lip, trying to hold the tears that were forming because of seeing you like this.

"We're not- Y/N we're not dying." He repeated a thousand more times, the words causing a soft smile to form on your lips. Bakugou took a deep breath of relief, thinking the dream finally passed but grimaced when your tears kept coming.

"It's okay," you whispered. "I'm not- sad."

"Baby-" He repeated brokenly, feeling the tears form on his eyes. "We're not- you're not dying." He kept on telling, knowing it didn't reach you. He gasped when you pressed your face to his hand that caressed your cheek.

"I love you." You sighed weakly, and he noticed you were losing all consciousness. Your body felt heavier than it was before, Bakugou noticed, realizing you had probably passed out.

Still, the panic caused his heart to beat so hard in his chest that he thought it might break free, as he brought his hand to your neck and felt your heartbeats.

A deep breath of relief came out of Bakugou's lips, and only then did he notice that his cheeks were wet with tears.

***

Bakugou woke up when he heard you groan, not even aware he fell asleep.

He had carried you back to your bed after the bath, changing the cold compress on your forehead every hour. How long was he asleep?! Did your fever get higher again? He sprung to his legs, running to the bathroom to get a new cold compress, but he froze in his place when he heard your soft voice.

"Katsuki?" He heard you call out, eyes widening with relief and happiness, though the feeling immediately vanished when he realized you were probably hallucinating again. a heavy feeling in his chest when he realized you were hallucinating again. His chest tightened at the thought of you being stuck in those nightmares again.

You kept losing consciousness and regaining it throughout the night, and he felt like he was going to go mad if you begged for him not do die one more time.

"When did you come back?" You asked, you couldn't even open your eyes since they felt like they weighed a ton. Your throat was so dry that every word that came out of your mouth hurt. When you managed to open your eyes, trying to see where your boyfriend was, you knew he was here, you could hear his heavy breathing. Ah, shit. You had fallen asleep (?), he was probably mad at you since you hadn't greeted him.

"I'm sorry, I wanted to cook you dinner but I-" You mumbled, but before you could finish your sentence, you felt strong arms wrapping around your body, pulling you into the familiar chest of his. "Wh- what's wrong?" You asked, surprised by the sudden affection. He buried his face to your neck, his spiky hair tickling your face, his arms that were holding you felt like he was never going to let you go.

"I was so worried- I was so fucking worried!" He muttered into your neck, and you noticed how his voice was breaking. The silent sobs, you hadn't missed, or the way his shoulders shook ever so slightly, although he was trying to hide it, you always noticed.

You gave him the time he needed as he tried to get himself back together between your arms. You weren't exactly sure what happened, but you were positive he would be scolding you about it every day for the next few weeks.

"You shitty woman." He muttered as he pulled back, his hand still cupping your cheek and his ruby-red eyes softer than you had ever seen them. "You were fucking burning up when I came home, I had to run a bath and shit and you-" He suddenly stopped speaking, turning his gaze away from you, something very unlike him. Bakugou never missed the chance to either tease or scold you about something, you had never seen him holding back.

"What?" You asked, trying to find his gaze once again, and he grunted, annoyed, but rolled his eyes when you kept pushing. "What happened? What did I do?"

"You were fucking sick, okay?" He blurted out, "Why didn't you tell me, dumbass?" His ruby eyes glinted with worry, and you bit your lip not sure how to answer. "I thought it would get better if I just slept." You mumbled apologetically.

"Yeah, obviously." He growled and clicked his tongue in annoyance. You sighed as you tried to sit up, but the sharp pain in your head caused you to gasp and fall back to the pillow. "Don't you fucking move." He warned, and you smiled weakly.

"I wanted to cook for you, today." You muttered. "I'm sorry I couldn't greet you. I missed you a lot, you know."

A sliver of pain went across his face, and although he clicked his tongue and tried to hide it with an annoyed expression, you caught it still. "What's wrong, baby?" You asked softly, running your hands through his hair, the motion causing him to relax under your touch. It was something he never asked for, but you knew how much he liked it when you played with his hair.

You could feel it by the way he leaned into your touch, how he hid the sigh of relief and happiness whenever your fingers twirled his soft locks around them, how he always lay his head to somewhere your hand could easily reach.

"I- I'ts nothing." Bakugou mumbled, a small smile on his lips as he closed his eyes, snuggling even closer to you.

He could finally relax, knowing that you were here, here with him, out of that nightmare.

"Nothing," he told you. "I'm just happy you're here."

Fortune-teller ~ Oikawa Tooru

Author: @bokutosmommy

Word Count: 1 430

Pairing: Oikawa Tooru x Reader

Summary: You might have found someone who truly loves you.

A/N: My love for Oikawa hit me like a truck so it’s very fluffy. Please let me know what you think!! Thanks for reading <3

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