"Don't you think Bakugou is pretty?" Todoroki looked up, after having apparently caused the untimely deaths of his three friends. Uraraka was doubled over, clutching her throat as bits of food sprayed from her wheezing mouth, Iida had somehow mini-Recipro Bursted his way through the floorboards and was struggling to g...
Do not read this, it's really bad and updates are really slow because i hate it :/ The plan to rescue Bakugo fails miserably, leaving him in the villain's clutches for months. When he is finally found again, nobody is ready for what has become of the strong hotheaded hero in training. Idk If I'll include any ships in...
!on hiatus! (For how long? Who knows. When is the next chapter? Who knows. Why aren't I writing the next chapter? because I'm lacking something and that something is called motivation
(PG-13, Modern Quirkless College AU) - "Hmm.." "For fucks sake, dumbass! Order!" Shouto could practically see the spiky-blonde-haired barista fuming. He should have been offended, he knew that. But instead he just laughed, apologized, and ordered a pumpkin spice latte. "Well shit, I thought you were gonna be cool, and...
Trigger warnings !Blood and Gore! Bakugou was always stubborn... It was just how he grew up. But when he falls for a certain electrical blond he realized what he could never find in life. He might become the best hero, the best student at UA, or just one of the nest in general... But to him? There is one thing that he...
~A hug is a form of endearment, universal in human communities, in which two or more people put their arms around the neck, back, or waist of one another and hold each other closely~ Aizawa has just about had enough of his most troublesome student, Bakugou Katsuki, being a real pain in the ass. He's been seriously...
There is much more to Bakugou Katsuki than meets the eye. When the class tries to break down his walls, they find things that shock them to their core. !! TRIGGER WARNING !! This story contains abuse, self-harm, all that stuff! *All poems used in this story are written by me so please don't copy them*
Everyone is born with a date on this wrist. It could be years away, or it could be extremely soon. Whenever that day may be, it's the day you'll die. But you'll never know when exactly you'll die. The date on your wrist only has the month and day, no year. So once a year, you get to live 24 hours of constant fear. Man...
