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✧ cw :: fem!reader (bkg calls reader 'my girl' once), fluff, bkg calls you ‘babe’ once, hinted at that denki has a crush on you, you just wanna braid his hair

✧ a/n :: finally some fluff 🤭 i actually really liked writing this one !!

“your hair is actually a curse.”

your words come out a little above a whisper, absent-minded as you play with his hair, his head resting in your lap. granted, the blond hair is softer than it looks, but its uneven spikes barely allowed for any diversity in hairstyles.

“like, what do you mean i can't braid it?” this isn't the first time this exasperated complaint is voiced and you hear bakugou snort, the corners of his lips tilting upwards in a half-grin.

“thank god, i’d look like shit with braids.” you try to envision them on him, but the fact that his face is upside down doesn’t help at all. what you do see is the light from the warm day peaking through the thin curtains to kiss his face, and you're reminded of how unnecessarily pretty your boyfriend is.

“who said you don't already look like shit?” you can't help it, and when he looks up at you, eyebrows raised as if you both know better, you grin and raise yours back— as if to suggest that maybe he doesn't.

“don’t think you'd be here if i did, babe.” his grin looks boyish and you can't understand why he prefers contorting his features into a grimace.

it's your turn to snort, fingers sectioning some of his choppy bangs off to as to fiddle around with them specifically. “maybe i’m into guys who look like shit, katsuki. ever think about that?”

“if you were, you would be in dunceface’s room right now, not mine.” it's too quick of a response to not have been thought of before, and you flick the top of his forehead. he's done it to you many times before, and you understand why— it was a little fun.

“kaminari is actually really nice, katsu, leave him be.”

bakugou rolls his eyes— of course you'd think he's nice. “he’s even better when he's not hitting on my girl— he should try that sometime.” you chuckle at his grumbling, eyebrows knitted together to frame his eyes. he's cute when he's harmlessly jealous.

“even if he was— i fear my heart is already taken.” you fake a look of sorrow. “a shame, really.”

katsuki's eyes gleam in daylight as he scoffs. “‘a shame’ my ass— you're so in love with me it makes you look stupid.”

he's right, the both of you know he is. neither of you would have it any other way.

“you say that as if you don't kiss the ground i walk on, katsu.” your smile is softer and it sends a pang to his heart.

“and you deserve every kiss.” it's a cheesy line, one a past him would likely cringe at, but he finds no shame in making his devotion to you well known.

you dip your head down to give him a peck on the lips, grinning. the heart eyes he gives you when you're that close has the butterflies resting in your stomach kick up. “that’s what i thought, katsuki. now... have you ever thought about straightening your hair?”

you laugh at the horror that crosses over his face, scowl settling in his face as if to tell you to not even think about it— it doesn't matter how badly you want to braid it.

katsuki's whipped. he knows from the way he thinks you laugh like a summer afternoon, warm and excited, but even he had his limits.

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Dragon King/Viking Bakugou waking up from a deep sleep when he hears foot prints in the snow outside of your shared home.

No one in the village has a need to walk this close to your home, especially not this late at night, yet still Katsuki can hear the faint crunch underfoot. His ears strain, fingers grazing over the handle of his battle worn axe as he listens. Anger coursing through his veins, he doesn't recognize the gaite, gently waking you and silently telling you to keep quiet. As much as you hated the blonde you were forced to share furs with there was an undeniable chemistry between the two of you. Not just lust but an understanding that goes without being said.

Your hand slips to your knife hidden between the mattress and the bed causing a scoffing smirk to grace his features. A silent mocking of surprised ya haven't slit my throat yet and he can imagine your reply right away when you shrug your shoulders. Maybe this intruder is a ploy and I'll pounce on the opportunity now.

Despite all that, when Bakugou rises from the bed giving you his back, he knows that if or when you take his life, you'd want it to be obvious.

Hey whatcha watching?

"i can't believe you have me out doing this," katsuki grumbles, but he's still holding onto you tightly with one arm, a free hand guiding his path towards the largest Christmas tree you can find this side of Japan. it's three am, the only time you think the two of you won't be spotted, and you hold the homemade topper you've worked painstakingly on for the past month tightly in your hand as he carries you, towards the town square.

"you're doing it because you love me, and also because you think it's hilarious," you tease. your legs kick as you speak, and he gives you a pretend annoyed stare as he urges you to "quit moving or he'll drop you," but you're right about both things.

just moments later, katsuki is angling you towards the newly (and illegally) decorated tree, the biggest holiday fixture in downtown Tokyo. your body pressed up against him like this is distracting as usual for the both of you, but you're able to twist in his hold and get a good angle of the tree from the air. you snap a couple pictures and are deathly quiet as the two of you glance at the photos, but finally the silence breaks, and both of you burst into laughter, katsuki open-mouth guffawing your entire flight home.

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"are you guys fucking serious?"

it's noon of the next day when midoriya finally calls instead of texts, and you can hear his partner, howling in the background. katsuki answers him by swiftly hitting the end call button and you're practically in tears.

midoriya sends a text and it's a picture of the off-brand bootleg (think temu) vomit teal-colored bobblehead that his team took off the market after its short run two months ago, the head popped cleanly off of it in his irritation.

you motion for katsuki's phone and he tosses it to you, and you text him, don't lose your head, deku!, which he only replies to in angry emojis, and you look at katsuki whose eyes are filled with glee.

neither of you are on the nice list this year but it's worth it.

Sup.

Dazai: I'm in love with you. Chuuya: We called off the prank war last night at midnight, dork. Dazai: I know. Chuuya: Ah. Okay. Um. Cool. Neat. Very cool. Cool. Cool. Coolcoolcool-