𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 k. bakugo

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𝟎𝟏 crawling . 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊
𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 k. bakugo (𝟏𝟖+)

➥ ❝𝐎𝐊𝐀𝐘, 𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐈𝐍.❞ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇
"Now exhale." With a sharp exhale, a surge of pain courses through your body as the needle pierces the tender skin of your helix. The throbbing sensation reverberates in harmony with the blaring metal music, saturating the tattoo shop's atmosphere with its signature edgy intensity. As the adrenaline surges, you instinctively find solace in the familiar comfort of fiddling with your lip ring, a small act of distraction amidst the raw sensation coursing through your body.

The air is charged with anticipation, and the scent of ink and antiseptic hangs in the air, mingling with the energetic pulse of the Limp Bizkit on the radio. Each note and drumbeat resonates in perfect synchrony with the rhythmic pulse of the needle, creating a symphony of intensity and defiance.

You can almost taste the metallic tang of the fresh wound. Then, with a deliberate motion, the piercer seizes the opportunity, pushing the jewelry through the raw, open wound. A surge of sensation engulfs you—a potent mixture of discomfort and pleasure, a tangible reminder of your journey into the realm of body modification.

"And done." He signifies, stepping back with a smile. As the piercing is finally complete, a wave of satisfaction washes over you, mingling with the lingering echoes of the loud and heavy music and the pulsating hum of the tattoo shop. You have emerged from the crucible, forever transformed, wearing your chosen form of self-expressions like a badge of honor.

"Thanks, Dad," you quip with a playful wink, knowing full well that the gruff older male before you isn't your actual father. The mischievous smirk on your face amplifies as you gracefully hop off the piercing chair, the adrenaline still coursing through your veins. In response, he affectionately ruffles a hand through your hair, a proud expression illuminating his face

"No problem, kiddo." Even though he is only 4 years older than you, being 20, he was the closest thing you had to a parent and you really appreciated him. "Where you headed to now?"

You push your fingers to your lips, pursing them to make a shushing face, and your smirk mischievously lights up. "Never you mind." 

Knowing exactly what you're up to, the tatted older man shakes his head in dissatisfaction. "Can't go a fucking day without lighting a bowl, can we?"

You chuckle, waving goodbye to your friends who also work at the piercing shop. "Now, don't feel excluded, you're welcome to sesh with me." You tease, waving your final goodbye as you bounce out of the building.

"Wait!" The man tries calling as you leave the store. "At least borrow my jacket-" As much as he didn't like it, he felt protective over you in some way. You had it rough in life, an emancipated child of the state, a hopeless teenager with substance abuse problems yet all you did was push through it; still going to school to make something of yourself, unlike your trashy parents and upbringing. Though he got shivers watching your 16-year-old self walk out of his shop wearing nothing but a mini-skirt and a crop top; you were nothing but walking prey on the keen streets of Masutafu.

❝𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄, 𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄?❞ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐆𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐒, 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑.

"You wouldn't get it you're just not hardcore like me." You smirk, doing up your sleek black platformed school shoes. 

Katsuki's face contorted with anger, his finger pointing at you with irritation. "I'm fucking hardcore!" he exclaimed, his frustration evident in his tone. You couldn't help but chuckle teasingly, finding amusement in his fierce reaction. With a swift motion, you grabbed your school backpack and locked the door behind you, ready to face the world.

Your unruly h/c hair cascaded around your face, deliberately left untied, adding to your rebellious allure. Thick eyelashes framed your piercing e/c eyes, accentuated by the darkened waterline. The loose tie hung nonchalantly around your neck, while your shirt remained unbuttoned at the top, exuding a casual confidence. The blazer clung to your curves, a garment that Katsuki couldn't help but resent. And then there was your skirt—its length a source of disdain for him. 

"Hmm, I'm excited to move into the dorms tomorrow, I can finally save some money from paying rent." You excitedly cheered, your belonging already packed up, your posters ready to adorn some new walls.

This was also exciting for Katsuki; you living in the same building as him he could keep a closer eye on you, more than he already has been. 

Within the halls of UA High, you reigned as an idol, an embodiment of coolness and rebellion. Everyone at school fell underneath you, except your class 1A who were your family. You held an undeniable allure that drew admiration from all. The students saw you as a rockstar, someone unafraid of anything or anyone, and secretly desired to either be you or be with you.

Even Katsuki, in his unspoken moments of vulnerability, knew how lucky he was to have you. Your presence commanded attention, and everyone seemed to adore you. Girls, including seniors, would squeal with excitement when you entered the room. Your intelligence, sensuality, and effortless coolness captivated those around you. You embraced your individuality, defying conventions and yet effortlessly excelling in academics, music, arts, and even physical education.

Every day, as you opened your shoe locker, another love letter would spill out, a testament to the infatuation and admiration that followed your every step

Y/n, the star of UA High.

𝐀𝐍𝐃, 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈 𝐎𝐅𝐅.

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this is just a little intro into what the plot looks like and the character y/n so if it's not ur kinda thing you can drop it now < 3

I'm still trying to figure out the kinda yandere our Katsuki will be ;)