Bf!katsuki Loves To Spoil You Rotten.

BOYFRIEND TEXTS | t. kuroo

IN WHICH you go through texts with your academic weapon boyfriend as an academic victim partner

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MHA Boyfriend Texts !

context: they list three things they love about you

 cw: cussing, vulgar language

tone: my style of texting ( abbreviations, slang, lower case letters ) character list: midoriya, bakugo, todoroki, hawks, sero, kaminari, kirishima

i. midoriya

k. bakugo

s. todoroki

k. takami

h. sero

d. kamanari

e. kirishima

( keep in mind: these are my own impressions of the characters and not factually/cannonly correct )

HEY me again 😖 i loved the last request so why not another one 👀

Can we possibly do bakugo, kirishima, denki, or even monoma (i cant choose just one boy rn-) x reader who has a really dangerously strong fire quirk??

So basically like endevour or toya/dabi but more stronger, dangerous and uncontrollable, some background reader had a brother but when she got her quirk she almost disintegrated her brother (idk like her brother is deku?) and every time she uses her quirk she basically gets small burns.

But one day she gets upser at something random like idk a sad video of a cat… ik that gets me. But anyway, she gets sad from something and her quirk goes crazy and she nearly burns the dorms down by accident and has a really nasty burn, and it’s basically the bois trying to calm her down because the sad video reminded her of her shitty childhood????

I tried to make sense of it 😭 sounds better in my head… pls eat and drink, dont forget to brush ur hair/teeth, and shower and to sleeeep!!!

BAIII

-Monty

BURN, BABY, BURN!

FEATURING Denki Kaminari x Reader, Katsuki Bakugo x Reader, Ejiro Kirishima x Reader, and Neito Monoma x Reader (individual)

SUMMARY How the boys react to a reader with a fire quirk losing control.

CONTENT WARNINGS Fluff!!! Slight angst, Bakugo being Bakugo, Kirishima calls the reader sunshine ^.^, Monoma (yes, he's a warning), losing control of a quirk, mentions of burns/injury

AUTHORS NOTE @montybooks!!! Babe, you are back at it again with another awesome request! Seeing this in my inbox brought me out of my schoolwork induced zombie-like trance state for just long enough to write this. And as a thank you for returning, I decided why write for one, when I could write for them all ;) hope you enjoy!!!

⚡ Kaminari Denki

Denki is used to powerful quirks. Bakugo’s explosions? Shoto’s fire? Yeah, whatever. But this? The way the air warps from the sheer heat of your flames, how the floorboards crackle and blacken beneath your feet—this is something else entirely.

The moment he sees you trembling, sees the panic in your eyes, he moves—instinctively, without hesitation.

“Babe—babe, look at me!” His voice shakes, but he forces himself to grin because he knows you need something to ground you.

The fire is licking at his skin, his uniform singing at the edges, but he doesn’t care. You’re upset, and that’s all that matters.

When the fire finally dies down, leaving the room scorched, smoky, and silent, he barely gets a second to breathe before he sees the burns crawling up your arms.

“Shit—okay, okay, don’t freak out—wait, no, you can freak out, but like, not too much, ‘cause I seriously don’t wanna die right now—”

He immediately starts cracking jokes to try and lighten the mood, even as he carefully helps you to the floor. “Y’know, next time you wanna cuddle, babe, maybe don’t turn the dorms into a volcano?”

His usual joking tone falters when he sees your expression. Your hands are shaking, and you look…scared.

So, he pulls you in, wraps his arms around you despite the heat still radiating off you. His chin rests on your shoulder, his voice soft, steady.

“I don’t care how strong your quirk is. I don’t care if you turn this whole school to ash. You’re still my girl, and I’m not going anywhere.”

He kisses your temple, his usual goofiness gone, replaced with something deeper, something more real.

“Now, let’s get some ice on those burns before you roast me alive, yeah?”

🧨 Bakugo Katsuki

Bakugo knows power. He respects power. And your quirk? It’s terrifying.

But he doesn’t flinch when the fire erupts. He doesn’t run. He runs toward you.

“Oi! Snap out of it!” His voice is commanding, cutting through the crackling flames.

The air is boiling, smoke stinging his eyes, but he doesn’t stop. He pushes forward, grabbing your wrist despite the heat scorching his skin.

Your eyes snap to his, wide, filled with fear. His grip tightens. “You control this, dumbass. Not the other way around.”

When the fire finally fades, he catches you before you can collapse. His arms are strong, steady, unwavering.

His heart drops when he sees the burn on your skin. He clenches his jaw so hard it aches.

“You’re gonna be fine,” he mutters, more to himself than to you, like he’s trying to will it into existence.

He sees the way you’re avoiding his gaze, and something in him snaps.

“Tch. Dumbass, you think I’m scared of some flames? I make explosions for a living!” He growls, but his hands are gentle when they grab your face.

He forces you to look at him, his crimson eyes blazing with something fierce. “You think this changes anything? You think this makes me wanna run?”

He cups your face, thumb grazing the edge of a burn. “Not a damn chance.”

That night, he doesn’t leave your side. He keeps his hands on you—a grounding presence, a reminder that he’s here.

🪨 Kirishima Eijiro

The second he sees the fire consume the room, he doesn’t think—he just acts.

He hardens his body, pushing through the inferno, ignoring the embers scorching his arms. He refuses to leave you alone in this.

“Sunshine!” His voice is loud, steady, unshakable. He grins through the heat, his hands reaching for you.

“I gotcha, sunshine—I’m right here!” His voice is loud, steady, reassuring. He doesn’t flinch, not even when the flames lick at his skin.

When you collapse, he catches you immediately, holding you tightly against his chest. His hands shake as he sees the raw burn on your skin.

His heart aches because he knows—he knows how much this hurts you, not just physically, but emotionally.

His hands are gentle as he cradles you against his chest, his forehead pressed to yours.

“You’re okay. You’re okay.” He repeats it like a mantra, as if saying it enough will make it true.

“I don’t care how dangerous it is—I’m staying. No way in hell am I leaving you alone right now.”

Later, as he helps wrap your burns, his voice softens. “You’re not dangerous to me. Never have been, never will be.”

He kisses your scorched knuckles, eyes filled with something unwavering, unbreakable.

“You’re strong, babe. Stronger than this. And I’ll remind you every damn day if I have to.”

🎭 Monoma Neito

“Oh, wonderful. The dorms are on fire. Again.”

His sarcasm doesn’t hide the way he rushes toward you, even as the flames lash out, searing the air.

“Honestly, what do they teach you in training? How to annihilate everything in a ten-mile radius?” His voice is sharp, mocking.

The moment he sees you clutching your head, shaking, something in him twists.

His expression shifts. He’s still smirking, still snide, but there’s a different kind of sharpness now—focused, calculating.

“You’re not going to burn me.” He says it like it’s a fact, like he’s daring you to prove him wrong.

He steps closer—slow, deliberate. The heat is unbearable, his skin screams, but he refuses to flinch.

“Tch. Look at you,” he sighs, stepping closer, ignoring the flames curling around his uniform. “Terrifying, destructive—you’re lucky I like dangerous women.”

“You’re so dramatic, you know that?” His voice is steady, unwavering. “What, are you going to cry next? Maybe throw in some evil laughter? Go full villain for me?”

The flames pulse, waver. His eyes narrow.

Got you.

He doesn’t hesitate when he sees the burns on your arms. His jaw tightens, his hands clenching at his sides.

He doesn’t let go. He keeps you close, pressed against him, even as he grumbles.

“Look at you,” he tuts, running a careful hand over your singed hair. “An absolute disaster, as usual.”

But his touch is gentle, precise. He takes your wrists, assessing the burns with an intensity that makes your breath hitch.

“And now I have to deal with the consequences of your recklessness.” A dramatic sigh. “Truly, my suffering knows no end.”

But then—his fingers graze yours, barely a touch. His voice drops.

“You’re okay.” It’s not a question. It’s a statement. A demand.

When you don’t respond, he taps your forehead lightly—just enough to snap you out of it. “Hey. Did you hear me?”

His usual smirk is gone. His gaze is piercing, serious.

“You’re okay,” he says again, softer this time.

That night, he doesn’t let you hide away. No sulking, no brooding. Not on his watch.

He sits beside you, cross-legged on your bed, arms folded, smirking like he owns the place.

“You’re not going to wallow,” he declares. “Because if you do, I’ll be forced to drag you out of your own self-loathing.”

A pause. Then, a mock gasp. “Wait, is that what this is? Are you sad because you think I’m scared of you?”

He leans in, grinning, voice dropping to a low murmur.

He whispers, his breath warm against your ear, “If I was scared of you, I wouldn’t be here.”

His fingers brush yours, his touch featherlight, teasing. “So stop being so dramatic and let me take care of you.”

And just like that, the smirk softens. The teasing fades, just a little.

“You’re strong,” he mutters, almost to himself. “You’re…you.”

His lips press against your scorched knuckles. It’s barely a kiss, just the lightest ghost of warmth.

“And I like you exactly the way you are.”

"Oh, and next time, give me a little warning before you try to burn the school down, hmm?”

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ valentines day .𖥔 ݁ ˖

☘︎ . . . genre. fluff

☘︎ . . . pairings. bakugou x reader

yn and bakugou exchanges gifts on valentines day.

It was Valentine’s Day, and the air was thick with the scent of roses and overpriced chocolates. Couples strolled hand in hand down the city streets, hearts plastered on every storefront window. YN couldn’t help but smile at the festive atmosphere as they made their way to Bakugou Katsuki’s apartment, a small gift bag swinging at their side.

Most people wouldn’t peg Bakugou as the Valentine’s Day type. He was loud, brash, and had zero tolerance for anything remotely sappy. But YN had learned that, beneath the explosions and insults, there was a thoughtful, fiercely protective side to him that made their heart race.

Reaching his door, YN knocked twice before hearing heavy footsteps approach. The door swung open to reveal Bakugou, dressed in a black t-shirt and sweatpants, his usual scowl in place.

“You’re early,” he grunted, stepping aside to let them in.

“Happy Valentine’s Day to you too, Katsuki,” YN teased, placing a quick kiss on his cheek as they entered.

“Tch. Whatever,” he muttered, though the faint blush creeping up his neck didn’t go unnoticed.

YN set the gift bag on the coffee table. “I got you something.”

Bakugou’s eyes flicked to the bag, and he crossed his arms. “You didn’t have to get me crap for this stupid holiday.”

YN laughed. “I know. But I wanted to. And you better not complain because I know you got me something too.”

He stiffened, eyes narrowing. “How the hell did you—”

“You’re not as sneaky as you think, Katsuki. I saw the shopping bag you tried to hide last week.”

“Dammit,” he muttered, but there was a hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. “Fine. Wait here.”

He disappeared into his room, returning a moment later with a small, neatly wrapped box. He thrust it toward YN, avoiding their eyes.

“Here. Don’t make a big deal outta it.”

YN’s eyes sparkled as they carefully unwrapped the box. Inside was a silver bracelet with a simple but elegant design. Their breath hitched. “Katsuki, this is beautiful.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, clearly uncomfortable. “Yeah, well… you said your other one broke, so…”

YN’s chest swelled with warmth. “Thank you.” They slipped it on, admiring how perfectly it fit. “I love it.”

Bakugou’s gaze softened for a fleeting moment before he cleared his throat. “So, what’s in the bag?”

“Open it and see.”

He pulled out a sleek black box and lifted the lid, revealing a set of high-quality cooking knives. His eyes widened in surprise.

“These are…”

“Professional-grade knives,” YN grinned. “I know you’ve been complaining about your old ones getting dull.”

A rare, genuine smile curved Bakugou’s lips. “Damn right I was. These are perfect.”

YN beamed. “I’m glad you like them.”

Bakugou set the knives down and pulled YN into a rough but heartfelt hug. “Thanks, dumbass.”

YN laughed against his chest. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Katsuki.”

He pressed a quick kiss to their temple, his voice low and gruff. “Yeah, yeah. Happy Valentine’s or whatever.”

And though Bakugou would never admit it out loud, this was the best Valentine’s Day he’d ever had.

HERO COSTUME

s.todoroki x support course student!reader

synopsis! Y/N, a support course student, is tasked with designing a costume for a student from the hero course. She nervously selects Todoroki, the student she secretly admires. As she works on the costume, Y/N's feelings grow, but she struggles to balance her admiration with the pressure of her assignment.

warnings! SMAU, fluff, 3rd year of UA!, slow burn, mature language, shoto is super dense, non-canon.

previous - ep.2 - next?

using your boyfriend! katsuki bakugo's face to test out if your lipsticks are kiss-proof.

katsuki leaned back against the couch, a mix of annoyance and amusement flickering in his eyes as you're perched on his lap, armed with an array of lipsticks on the coffee table.

the array of tubes came in various shades of red, pink, beige and even orange gleamed under the light, and your grin was way too mischievous for his liking.

“this is stupid,” he grumbled, though he didn’t make any effort to push you away.

“no, this is science,” you teased with a grin, twisting open a tube of lipstick. “i need to test if these are actually kissproof, and who better to test on than my loving boyfriend?”

“remind me again why i agreed to this?” he asked dryly, though the faintest smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

“because you love me. now sit still, and don’t wipe your face, no matter what.”

katsuki instinctively tensed, but before he could say anything, your lips pressed against his, leaving a bold red kiss mark.

you pulled back to inspect your work, tapping your chin thoughtfully. "hmm, not bad, but let’s see if it smudges.”

you lightly rubbed his lips off the kiss mark with your thumb, then grinned triumphantly when it smudged slightly.

“guess this one isn’t kissproof. let’s try another.”

“you’re just usin' this as an excuse to kiss me.”

“maybe,” you admitted, a sly smile tugging at your lips as you reached for another lipstick. “but you’re not complaining, are you?”

he opened his mouth to retort, but you cut him off with another kiss, this time on his forehead. katsuki grumbled under his breath, but the way his lips twitched betrayed his amusement.

one by one, you tested out each and every one of your lipsticks. you made sure to leave vibrant marks across his cheeks, his forehead, his jawline, and even the tip of his nose. each kiss mark was a different shade, creating a chaotic warm hue of affection on his face.

its only half way, and katsuki’s face was plastered in smudged kiss marks, and his patience was starting to run out.

“are you done yet?” he grumbled, watching you in the corner of his eye as you leaned in close, his tone exasperated but not entirely serious.

“shush,” you grinned, leaning forward to press a kiss against his cheek. you pulled back, studying the growing collection of kiss marks.

“okay, definitely not kissproof,” you said with a satisfied nod before reapplying another shade. he didn’t move as you kissed his jaw this time, leaving another bold lip mark. you pulled back, inspecting your work. “nope, not this one either. next!”

katsuki sighed, his patience wearing thin, but he stayed put, his hands resting on his thighs. “sweets... how many of these fuckin' things do you actually have?”

you ignored him, happily swiping on a soft pink shade next. you leaned in again, pressing your lips to the other side of his face. you pulled back, feigning disappointment. “ooh, not kissproof either. guess we keep going!”

“what a shame,” katsuki deadpanned, his voice dripping with sarcasm with the squeez of your hips, looking at you so affectionately.

but you weren't done yet.

you were intentionally avoided the tubes you knew were kissproof, prolonging the excuse to pepper his face with kisses. each time you left a print, you grinned, giggling as his face slowly became a canvas of lip marks in every imaginable shade—reds, pinks, beiges, and even a daring orange.

by the time you finally went through them all, katsuki’s face was an absolute mess of lipstick smudges. you dabbed on your first long-lasting formula lipstick, making sure it was a bright, bold red.

“this one’s supposed to be smudge-proof,” you said, leaning in close and planting a firm kiss above his neck. you pulled back, studying his skin. not a single smudge. there was nothing there—just the clean outline of his breath-takingly sharp jaw.

“huh. guess this one’s actually it."

but before you could grab a makeup wipe to start cleaning up, katsuki’s patience finally snapped. he grabbed your wrist, pulling you closer into his lap.

“oh, it’s kissproof, huh?” he muttered, his eyes narrowing with playful intensity.

you blinked, your cheeks heating up. “y-yeah, it is.”

“good. because you’re about to find out how kissproof it really is.”

but before you could protest, katsuki leaned in and kissed you deeply, his hands firm on your waist as he poured all his pent-up energy into the kiss.

he didn’t stop at one, either—he kissed your lips, your cheeks, your forehead, and down your jawline, his lips brushing against every inch of your skin he could reach.

you squeaked in surprise, trying and failing to squirm away as you dissolved into laughter. “k-katsuki, stop it!"

“you've been attackin' me all day,” he teased, nipping at your jaw lightly. “now it’s my turn.”

“katsuki, wait—” you started, but your words were cut off again as he kissed you firmly, his lips moving against yours with an intensity that made your head spin.

when he finally decided to pull back, your lips were slightly swollen, and your cheeks were flushed. your lipstick was still perfectly intact—proving it really was kissproof—but your face was flushed, and your laughter had turned into soft giggles.

“looks like it’s kissproof, alright,” he said, kissing down your cheek, then your jaw, then to your neck. again.

“katsuki!” you squealed, laughing as he peppered your face with kisses.

“fair’s fair. you got to mark me up, i'm just returnin' the favor.”

"uh-huh. you’re just looking for excuses to keep kissing me.”

“am not.” he argued, though his grin gave him away. “like you said. this is serious science, sweets.”

“fine. you win,” you said breathlessly, wrapping your arms around his neck. “but admit it—you secretly loved being my test dummy.”

katsuki smirked, brushing his nose against yours. “maybe. but only because it’s you.”

you smiled, leaning in to kiss him one last time. “you’re the best canvas ever.”

“and you’re the most annoyin' artist,” he shot back, pulling you close again. "but i love you anyway."

‎‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia ! ]✧˚₊‧ ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ ‎‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧

⋆˚࿔ kia's note ˚⋆ saw this on twt and KNEW i needed to act on it.

#class of O9

based off https://twitter.com/aprilapologist/status/1746774147135619178 this textpost.

Thinking about drunk Kirishima, red solo cup in hand, babbling on and on about his pretty, perfect girlfriend. His words are slurred with every compliment, cheeks flushed, grin wide and unashamed as he brags to anyone who’ll listen.

Girls try to flirt with him, tossing casual smiles and playful touches his way, but he doesn’t even notice—he’s too consumed with talking about you.

“Yeah, my girl does that way better,” he says without missing a beat, brushing off their attempts with a lazy wave of his hand.

“Oh, she went there—said it sucked. So nah, I’m not wasting my time.”

“She helped me train for my last spar—took one look at my stance and fixed it. Coach-level instincts, man. I’d be a mess without her.”

He keeps going, proud and loud about how perfect you are for him, how lucky he is. Somewhere between bragging about your pretty eyes, and how you always know when he's feeling off, he starts rambling about how he’s gonna marry you someday—says it with the casual certainty of someone who knows he’s already found his forever.

Then he sees you walk past, and his whole face lights up like someone just turned on all the lights in the room. His eyes go wide, voice shooting up in volume, puppy-dog excited as he points:

“Hey! That’s my girlfriend!”

Before you can escape, he’s already stumbling over with that dopey, lovesick grin, wrapping an arm around your waist and dragging you back to the group like he just won a prize. He looks at them all smug, like see? told you she was perfect.

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Happy anniversary to Dabi’s reveal as Touya in the manga back in 2020 which broke the internet and even surpassed the US elections 🤭

You just had to be there 🙏🏻 this is the power this man holds and he is not even real