Why In Every Bakugou X Reader, Y/N Always Gotta Be 4'9 And Hates Spicy Food Or Anything Mild And Needs

Why in every Bakugou x Reader, Y/N always gotta be 4'9 and hates spicy food or anything mild and needs bakugou to teach her how to cook because she can't cook for shit?

Like bro, not every reader is white.🤦🏾‍♀️

omg what ab seatmate suna when yall are no longer seatmates (the seat order changed or something)

seatmate!suna and you were no longer seatmates, the seating arrangement changed halfway through the school year.

your seat was at the front by the door. suna's seat was at the last row, next to the window.

atsumu's your seatmate for the remaining half of the school year.

you got acquainted with atsumu when the teacher paired you guys for an assignment, and eventually became good friends.

seatmate!atsumu and you would fight every single day over the littlest things.

now back to exseatmate!suna 🔥💯💪😻

exseatmate!suna sulking all day after you chose to pair-up with atsumu for a project.

you were talking, accompanying suna on his way to practice.

"i couldn't go on tiktok today because my fyp is flooded with those don't skip this vi–"

"so that's how it's going to be then..."

"suna, i'll respond to your videos when i get home, i prom–"

"well yeah? as you should but i'm not talking about that."

"then, what are you talking about...???"

"i'm talking about you casting me aside... throwing me away like i'm replaceable— which i am not."

"suna, i told you, i didn't get any notifs from you on insta–"

"i'm talking about you and your new partner."

"new partner?? i don't have any new— you mean ‘tsumu??"

"referring him with a nickname? wow. okay. ouch. you've dug your own grave."

"i only paired up with ‘tsumu cause he was more close and you were too far away but i promise you, next time we'll be partners."

"promise?"

"promise, i pinky-swear!"

he was smiling during the entire practice. and then spamming your inbox with tiktok videos while you were still replying to the ones he sent previously.

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aki: college is where mental problems are sometimes activated

denji: i hope i get multiple personalities disorders. i get lonely in long showers

stay at home/home based buisness gf x pro hero bakugou

Katsuki was the one who mentioned working from home. He was the one who suggested turning the spare room into your studio and working out of the comfort of your own home.

"it's not like were using it for anything and i don't plan on filling it with little one's anytime soon." he poked your belly as to emphasise the point. “plus, it’ll be good for your anxiety” and despite his flat tone and lack of concern for the space you would be taking up, your heart squeezed at how caring he was. he knew it was tough on you going into work some days, when the anxiety would grip you by the throat and slam you back into bed. the dark shadow of pandemic induced agoraphobia taking over your desire to be in the world of the living and you felt so guilty taking days off, having a lower income than your boyfriend even though he reminded you every single time you paid of something that he was kind of loaded and didn’t need to struggle through (you could never let him do that, at least not while you weren’t married and ready to be a home maker) so you turned that spare room into your own workspace and after weeks of renovating and redecorating, you were finally open the public, well select few of the public.

You had been open for a while now, your clientele steadily increasing and so did your bank account but it was the initial surprise of having your clients face drop upon seeing pro hero Dynamight lounging on the couch in his sweats, playing video games. You enjoyed the surprise and shock completely taking over them as they stammered trying to piece the puzzle together.

“You’re- is that - huh?” were the usual string of words that

bringing new clients over for a consult is always interesting. You don’t think Katsuki fully understand the impact he has on people, especially when he’s just lounging around watching tv or emailing companies, all very mundane not pro hero things. (he knows but he doesn’t care. it’s his house why should he change his behaviour for people he’ll see for two seconds) but it was your latest consultation that had you loving your newest work space.

It was a simple consultation, only half an hour to discuss price and appointment times but your client had to bring along her little one due to school being off for holidays. She had given you enough warning, asking if it was okay if her six year old tagged along because her babysitter had flaked and this was the only time she had free. It wasn't an issue for you, offering the little one a hot chocolate and cookies as you and their mother talked.

You hear Katsuki come home halfway through the appointment. He would usually walk into your voice and greet you with a kiss before heading to the shower or his office but you had put up the little sign to signify that you had a client and would be busy for a bit.

The jingle of keys and heavy footfalls of his boot clad feet alert the little one to another visitor. Your eyes flick over to them, hot chocolate clutched tightly in their tiny hands as their head turns to the door and only then do you notice the Dynamight t-shirt. Eyes scanning over the rest of their outfit you clock the socks and shoes and their little backpack in the corner all adorned with your fiancé's face.

"Do they like Dynamight?" you ask the mother quietly, trying not to alert them to the mention of their favourite hero.

"Like?" the mother scoffs. "That's all they talk about. It's Dynamight this, Dynamight that. I've just about had enough of that name." her laugh is soft as she looks over at her child, fondness and slight annoyance lingering in her eyes.

You nod in understanding, biting down on your lip to supress a smile. "You might just hate me for this but-" you turn your head towards the door. "Baby, can you come in please" you call to Katsuki.

"Angel, I'm too tired so if you want it you're gonna have to- ohh" Katsuki is whining as he walks down the hall but stop his sentence as he spots the kid sitting at the end of your desk.

You watch as little one freezes. Their eyes growing wide and jaw dropping as they see their hero steps into the doorway. You catch Bakugou's gaze, smiling at him before nodding towards the shocked child sitting a few feet from you.

"it's... it's...." their voice is small as they follow Katsuki around the room. "You're Dynamight" they whisper.

"Hi, bud" 'Suki waves and drops into a squat to talk to the little one.

"You're... mum, it's him" they whisper, tiny hands curling in their shirt.

The mother turns to you, eyes wide as she reaches for her phone. "How did you- is he your- how?"

"Boyfriend" You laugh softly. "I'm sorry, i should have given you a warning"

She shakes her head, attention now on her fawning child. "You just made me mother of the year"

a/n: cute bakugou content that i never finished from July last year

I love how so many people (including myself) thought that Nayuta’s personality would be closer to Makima’s, but instead she acts exactly how you’d think a child raised by Denji would act

“What color are your eyes?” your hands are cupping his face, fingers tracing every curve. 

“B-blue.” Aki stutters out, warmth rushing to his cheeks.

Your hands held his face with a tenderness neither the two of you thought you were capable of. 

“Blue?” Your hold on him is firm, forcing him to look directly into the two voids of metal and carnage that served as your eyes. It was one of the many things that reminded him that you weren’t human.

“What is blue?”

A firework goes off, dangerously close to nearby buildings. Shouts can be heard down below as fire crews clamor about to ensure the safety of surrounding city blocks.

He catches the look on your face with an expression he can’t precisely describe in the brief flashes of light. 

It makes his heartbeat quicken and drives a chill down his spine.

“B-blue, it’s the color of the sky and the sea.”

“Are your eyes like the sky and sea then?”

“I don’t know.”

You hum, face mere millimeters apart from him.

“I don’t know what this ‘blue’ looks like but…” you pause, “...I think your ‘blue’ puts the sky and sea's to shame.”