K. BAKUGO'S ROCKSTAR GF

K. BAKUGO'S ROCKSTAR GF

POV: being katsuki bakugo's rockstar gf and everybody knows because he can't shut up about you moodboards + headcanons

━━━━━━DYNAMIGHT MAKES ANOTHER APPEARANCE AT GIRLFRIEND'S CONCERT!! and word has it that he's obsessed

'SUKI, THIS ONE'S FOR YOU.ᐟ

having bf!bakugo be the first listener to all your songs

telling bf!bakugo he's the muse to all those said songs and watching him try to hide his smile as his ears turn red

bf!bakugo who cuddles with you on the leather sofa in your studio

bf!bakugo who loves it when your hand guides his along the neck of your guitar as you teach him how to play

bf!bakugo who will play the drums for you if you beg him enough

bf!bakugo who played the drums during your concert once because you begged him enough

bf!bakugo who gets mesmerized by you every show and makes the most adorned expression ever

bf!bakugo who's awe-struck face makes headlines and leads fans into a frenzy every damn time

fanboy bakugo who would definitely get jealous and fight with your fans over you <3

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PRESENTING pro hero───

─飯田天哉. Īda Ten'ya

also known as Turbo Hero: Ingenium

“Because giving help that's not asked for… is what makes a true hero.”

Earnest. Disciplined. Noble.

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PRESENTING ─────pro hero

DYNAMIGHT. 大爆殺神ダイナマイト

“ FACE ME YOU COWARD.ᐟ ” ────

爆豪勝己┆Bakugō Katsuki

Katsuki's surname contains the kanji for "bomb" (爆 baku) and "powerful" (豪 gō), and his first name contains "to win" (勝 katsu) and "self" (己 ki).

professional pretty boy.ᐟ ───and affectionately known as Kacchan

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"Go Beyond! Plus Ultra!"

雄英高校

U.A. High School is the #1 ranked high school for heroics and is considered as the top Hero Academy in Japan. Students are separated based on their abilities into specific Departments and Classes - A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, and K.

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to be a student at U.A.

“ Become the hero you want to be. ”

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i knew it was angst but yo wtf 🥲

₊˚⊹。4:59 a.m. | bakugo katsuki

wc: 682 summary: bakugo rises with the sun, and runs.  contains: angst, swear word, there are cute moments at the start tho, lots of things are ambiguous and alluded to (you can make what you want out of it!), written with f!reader in mind but i don’t mention any pronouns, reader is shorter than him, aged up to when bakugo is pro. a/n: writing warm-up for bakugo! wanted to explore a side to him that touches on some deep issues (that are not explicitly stated, but hopefully hinted at enough!) and wanted to give a go at angst too!!

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Bakugo rises with the sun, at the crack of dawn. 

He slips out of bed quietly and lifts the arm you have draped over his stomach. You sleep on your side most nights, curled against him with your nose tucked into the crook of his neck, because he smells good. Or something. 

He snorts at that, hardly believing it to be true; you both use the same body wash and shampoo.

There’s a small sliver of light—the early morning haze peeking through—draping over the bed, over the pillows and the comforter, highlighting the softest parts of you. It’s routine by now, that without fail, he always tucks you back in; he readjusts your pillow to fall right under your cheek and pulls the comforter back over you until you instinctively snuggle back into it. 

His workout clothes are always laid out the night before: a vest with compression leggings and running shorts. So he dresses in it, puts on his training shoes by the door, and almost always, 30 minutes after waking up, goes out and runs.

The sun is barely shining yet, the sky a blend of purple and orange hues; the breeze is cool and Bakugo runs against it, passing by the still-closed bakery he knows he’ll visit later, after, on his way back home to you. 

It feels good, getting the sweat out and the adrenaline in. 

Step-after-step, breathing out, breathing in. 

Running through a waking city, past buildings and parks, a river near the outskirts—there’s a mental clarity that comes with all of it.

To be sane. 

For the people.

For the job. 

His watch beeps—he just hit a new running pr. 

On his way back, there’s an old lady by a fruit stall who always insists on giving fresh seasonal fruits, for being a handsome, young man protecting the peace. Or something.

(Whose peace?)  

But he always buys two—of peaches, pears, bananas, anything, because that’s what you always do. One for him, one for you. 

“We can’t just take it for free, Katsuki! We should buy something too…” 

And when he gets back home, plastic bag full of fruits and your favorite bread on-hand, you greet him with his protein shake and his breakfast half-packed. 

You smile, eyes lit up like the morning sun, and you tiptoe, hands reaching to clasp at the back of his neck as he tuts, “‘M sweaty,” but he’s grinning, and you don’t care.

So you kiss him, a small peck—the trademark of spending mornings with you. 

He sits with you for a bit, eats the half-plated breakfast you made him as you ask him how his run went, and he grunts, answers with a few words, but that’s how you know it went well. 

At the part he hates the most, by the door, half-packed breakfast in his hands, you say goodbye and kiss him again, to wipe the grump off his face. Or something. 

It doesn’t work, but he pulls you in for a second one, deeper, with more longing, just so you know what he’s saying. 

(I want to stay.) 

Every morning, it’s like this. 

Every morning, it’s like this. 

Until it isn’t. 

And when you’re gone, when you leave (when he makes you)—

He still runs. 

At the crack of dawn, through a waking city—past the still-closed bakery he’ll visit later, for the bread he knows you love because it tastes like the day he met you. The breeze is cool when he goes past the park where you had your first date, and the sky is a blend of orange and blue by the river where you first said ‘i love you’. 

He gets the sweat out and the adrenaline in, but there’s no fucking mental clarity in this. 

Step-after-step, he runs, hoping for some way to reach you, for some semblance of you in all these places you’ve gone to. 

And it’s all there, but it’s not you. 

When he breathes in and breathes out, by the old lady at the fruit stall, she hands him her gift of seasonal fruits and he still buys two.

万物ヒーロー クリエイティ

Everything Hero: Creati

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"Evil deeds do not pair well with tea."

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Momo's Quirk gives her the ability to create.

─ ׁ the captivating way her mind tinkers; don't limit yourself to the things you cannot do. ⿻⠀ﾟ𓏸 ꒰ there are so many possibilities you have yet to discover . ࣪ ✶

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