Snippets | K. Bakugo x Reader

In Love (Part 1)

"When did you realize you were in love with L/N, Bakugo?"

Kirishima came to him for an advice one night. The redhead found him looking for snacks in the kitchen after one of his missions. Bakugo could remember Kirishima talking about meeting this person when he went out with Kaminari and according to him, it was destiny. Bakugo scoffed when he first heard it because how can you really tell that the person is destined for you after just one meeting? Red Riot didn't tell him who this lucky person is just yet and he was trying to gather as much information as he can before he introduces them to his friends.

Bakugo raised an eyebrow at his roommate, took out a bottle of beer before closing the fridge door. "Second year. UA." He answered briefly, remembering the exact moment when it dawned on him.

You were dating for half a year then and were finally comfortable with each other's presence that you both don't become a blushing mess anymore. You still argued yes, but they soon became mere expressions of love that nobody in class could comprehend but you and him.

Everything irritated him that day, as though they wouldn't in some other day. Deku was being such an annoying little nerd, talking his head off about some hero he saw on the news. Kaminari and Mineta were both talking about planning another swimming match to include the girls so they can see whose body looks better. Iida scolded him for almost blasting off Monoma when the blond came over to flaunt whatever shit his class had.

Bakugo gritted his teeth, trying to get through the day alive. The flame in him never died around everyone else, they simply were blocks of wood adding fuel to his already burning temper. It didn't help at all that you were asleep that day from overusing your quirk in the previous day's hero activity. You were the one who extinguishes his flames, the one who pulled him back from the rage he feels in his head. He had no one to rant to, not one to tease so he can get his mind off things, no one to take his hand and reassure him that the world is simply full of idiots.

When the last bell rang, signalling the end of class, Bakugo made sure that he packed his things and went his way towards your room. No one got in his path, he was fuming and no one wanted to be at the receiving end of it. The class knew where he was going and they thought it was for the best.

You were quite the good influence on him and no matter how explosive he can get, you would always be the rational voice to tell him off.

"Katsuki?" You peeked at the angry boy with one sleepy eye after hearing your bedroom door slam close.

Of course it would be Katsuki. Only he would enter your bedroom that way.

To be honest, you still haven't recovered from the fatigue and only woke up because Bakugo was making so much noise, grumbling death threats under his breath. You opened your eyes and yawned, "You okay?"

"Everyone. Idiots. Every single one." He said through gritted teeth, struggling as he pulled off his shoes. Once he got them off, Bakugo crawled on your bed and laid face down on the space beside you. Then he let out a sound of utter frustration in your pillow.

You smiled, wrapping your arms around him as you always do.

It took him a few more minutes of angry rambling to finally shut up. He was quiet by your side, relaxing finally.  You thought he was asleep but something in Katsuki Bakugo's head clicked, making him calm down.

You were the person he felt safe to open up to. He could be vulnerable to you, showing you his every facet and flaw, and you would embrace him. Tightly. With you, he felt like the weight of the anger, the frustration, and the irritation melts somehow. Like they never mattered in the first place.

You never really had to say anything. You didn't have to.

You only had to be there, you only have to exist and Bakugo would know that everything is alright.

He was in love with you, the blond realized when he turned his head to look at your sleeping face. Bakugo's anger washed away immediately when he moved closer to you, returning your embrace.

He didn't say it that night but he was sure you remember after so many years that he said it to you the next night when you were alone in the dorm kitchen. You were ovejoyed, returning the same words of love, telling him that you've loved him for awhile and that it really took him a long time to realize what he felt.

"...Bakugo?"

He snapped out of his thoughts and glanced at Kirishima who was looking at him weirdly. "What?" Bakugo sneered, "What do you want?"

"I was asking how you knew." Kirishima grinned before repeating his question. The redhead didn't know why Bakugo spaced out although he had an inkling it had something to do with you.

At this point, Kirishima didn't know why but Bakugo's lips broke into a smirk, "Oh, you'll know."