Author's Note:
Hello! Just wanted to say thanks for requesting! I'm not sure if I've mentioned this before, but I am in fact Latina myself! Sadly, I'm not fluent in Spanish (I mean, I can kinda understand it when it's spoken, but even then it's ehh). Sooo I hope I was able to do this one well! Tell me if there are any glaring issues! I'm generally not very comfortable with doing racially specific readers, but I decided to give this one a go since I have a teeny bit of background in this.
Ignore how I kinda slacked on Shouto's and popped off on Bakugou's ヽ(。_°)ノ
Anyway, enjoy! Mwah!
-Sugar
Warnings: My very limited knowledge of bilingual people and also the Spanish language as a whole :I Also Bakugou is back to saying many no no words
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Characters: Bakugou, Todoroki, Kaminari
Bakugou:
● Alright, so let's say you've got a crush on Katsuki
● But who doesn't? *ahem ahem*
● He's just so handsome?? And low key kinda cute too, when he's not making his crankypants frowny face
● It gets to the point where you toy with the nickname in your head, thinking about cupping his soft cheeks in your hands and murmuring it to him. Hermoso
● Aaand then one day, it slips out. Shoot
● He kinda makes a face at you, just a little confused
● He doesn't speak Spanish, right? So you're okay, right?
● But then it happens again. And later again a third time
● Hopefully he doesn't notice your flustered state each time it happens. For all he knows, it could be casual, right?
You wandered into the common room in search of your notebook. Much to your mild annoyance, you'd forgotten to bring it back up to your room the last time you were down here. You found Bakugou sprawled out on one of the couches—a rare sighting to be honest. He usually holed up in his dorm room to be alone rather than venture out into one of the common spaces. Although it probably helped that the room was otherwise currently empty.
"Hey," you greeted him casually.
As you expected, he scarcely bothered to acknowledge you, only diverting his gaze from his phone for a second before going back to it.
You wandered around the space, checking the floor and table for your item of interest. Really it shouldn't be this difficult. The notebook wasn't in some kind of color that would have been hard to miss against the materials of the room.
Glancing at Bakugou, you weighed your options. There was a chance that someone had accidentally kicked it under one of the couches, so you should probably check there. Then again, you weren't sure whether it was worth crawling around on the floor with your butt in the air in front of your crush. Finally you gave up, sacrificing your dignity to get down on your hands and knees to check.
"The hell are you doing?" came an all-too-familiar voice from above.
"I'm looking for my notebook," you explained curtly, trying to keep your hair from getting too intimately involved with the dust on the floor. "Ugh, I don't see it anywhere," you growled, straightening. "Have you? It's light blue and it's got—"
"You mean this?" Bakugou interrupted you, pulling it out from behind his back with a smirk.
You froze, a scowl bringing your eyebrows together. So it had all been for nothing and he'd just been laughing at you the entire time! "Bakugou!"
"Oh, so it's 'Bakugou' now?" he said, teasing, still holding your notebook up.
"What's that supposed to mean?!" you asked, lunging forward to grab it from his hand.
"I thought you were calling me hermoso."
You stopped dead again, wholly unconscious of the unflattering position you were in.
Oh. Shit.
"You think I'm cute or some shit?" he went on, still smirking at you. "That's what you were saying, right? I looked it up after the second time you—"
Your skin burned with heat, wholly embarrassed he'd discovered your secret. You finally swiped the spiral-bound pages from his hand, turning to leave. It took everything in you to not hang your head with shame as you stepped back in the direction of your room.
"Oi."
Something made you halt in your tracks, even though you were tempted to ignore his call for your attention.
"... I didn't say you had to stop."
You frowned again, confused. "What?" Turning back to him, you saw a faint flush on his cheeks. He suddenly refused to meet your eyes, staring at the corner of the coffee table.
"It's cute," he mumbled, going back to looking at his phone.
Todoroki:
● Even before you had gotten with Shouto, you couldn't help but find him terribly endearing
● From his blunt and forward personality to his undeniably good looks, you knew you had it bad
● Which is what made it even sweeter when your friend finally asked if you could be just a little more
● The first time you'd spoken the term aloud, you'd had Shou resting his head on your chest, murmuring sweet nothings to him in your own mix of Japanese and Spanish. With your fingers weaving through his bi-colored hair, the boy looked as if he was about to doze off to sleep
● "What does that mean?" he asked softly out of the blue. "Hermoso?"
● You explained it to him, telling him how much he meant to you
● Shouto smiled one of his rare smiles; the one that melted your heart without fail every time
● "I like it," he murmured
● And then that was just what you called him. His favorite of your nicknames worked seamlessly into your relationship
● He liked it because it was so you. He loved your accent and loved hearing the way you spoke it to him
● He probably wouldn't freak out if you used his real name, but he's made it clear that he has a soft spot for being your hermoso
Kaminari:
● Can we just appreciate for a moment how much Denki loves you?
● Mans is more of a simp for you than you are for him, just wow
● Anyway, once you explain to him what hermoso means, he is all about being called that at every opportunity
● He even calls you hermosa/hermoso back! He loves that you two have that together and he absolutely lives for it
● He'd get super pouty if you tried to call him something else. You have a thing going and he never wants to stop
"Denki," you called from your position on his bed, your head leaning upside down off the side. You thought you saw him twitch in his chair at the sound of his name, but otherwise, he didn't seem to have heard you.
"Babe," you tried again, waiting for him to turn away from his desk and face you, or at the very least make a noise in acknowledgment.
And so, frustrated, you began to playfully cycle through pretty much every nickname you could think of, keeping your voice in an odd monotone in an effort to capture his attention. "Denks. Kami. Honey. Cariño. Baby. Love of my life."
You frowned to yourself when he still refused to look at you. "Hermoso," you drew out in a whine as your final attempt.
He spun around with a grin, finally meeting your eyes. "Yeah? What is it?"
You snorted out a laugh. "I just wanted to say I love you."