SUMMARY: You're a news reporter, and he's a hero. Well, you can't help being infatuated with him...
WORD COUNT: 800+
WARNINGS: Reader manipulating(?) Kacchan, reader being an obsessive stalker, breaking in to a house (so basically if you don't like yandere, don't read this (but this is just you being a stalker, no one being hurt for now))
A/N: Reader is a news reporter, and you're kindaaa a yandere stalker (couldn't help myself after I heard this song) so yeah- and you came from a different country to live in Japan when you were younger (I was thinking about the apartment complex I lived in recently as I wrote this, and thinking about America- but I tried to make it so you could've been from anywhere (which, is probably a stretch sometimes but still-) Yes, I love Bakugo, he's my comfort character, but it felt weird writing him as a stalker and it was easier to write Y/N as the stalker so uh- yeah <3
A/N Part 2: Wow, that was a long first Author Note- uh- anyways. Feel free to ask for a second part if you want lmao- Also, this was inspired by the song above <3
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You hum softly as you skip a bit, walking to the place where you knew where his apartment was. From... Sources. Bakugo Katsuki, aged 22. Pro hero Dynamight. Quirk? Explosion, made from nitroglycerin-like sweat from the palms of his hands, which created huge explosions. Why'd you know so much? Well, it was a secret...
You hoped you could get a new photo of him as you walked to his place. You sometimes fawned over the pictures that you took... They were almost always of the highest quality, and half of them were of his private life; candid photos. Fun, right? These photos, along with the little articles you wrote, always were good... Every newspaper station wanted you to be the one to write for them; alas, you were a freelance journalist, and went as your whims took you. You wanted to write about what you liked, and being a freelance writer let you do just that. You loved writing about heroes, especially the local explosion hero, and you weren't going to let anyone else write about him... You especially loved hearing the rumors around the hero, how all of the journalists except one had disappeared after reporting about Dynamight. Made you feel happy, in a way, since you knew that you could talk about all the little new things in his life. Like, for one, how there was no special someone in his life yet, even though he was pretty young and hot... But hey, you couldn't be thinking that, you had a job to do.
With a small huff, you moved to get nearer to the apartment complex, holding your camera in your hands as you glanced around, seeing nothing amiss. These apartments always reminded you of the motels back home... Not that you'd been there for years, of course. You were 24, and loved being in Japan. You especially liked that you could report about the explosion hero since you were here.
You had learned of him around the same time you had moved here, at 18 years old. The last year of high school, which you despised; but all that was gone once you heard about him. Why wouldn't it? He was so cool, and pretty as well... You sighed softly with a smile on your face.
You then glanced around before walking quickly in to the male's apartment. You were glad that you had a quirk that let you create keys... It was one of the most boring, yet useful quirks at times. Like, what would you need a quirk to create keys for? You'd used them for self-defense and such, but not often to "break in" to a house.
You hummed softly with a small smile, eyes darting around the furniture. Didn't look to have changed...
You startled at a noise, coming face to face with the explosion hero himself. You blinked, surprised at his closeness before a small smile came to grace your features. "Hello, Dynamight. You look tired, as usual; can I just get an interview? Help you with anything?"
He huffed softly, annoyance flashing in his eyes before he gently pushed you away, surprising based on his face. "Get out of my house..." He mumbled softly, tired. He just wanted to rest, but every time he wanted to, you were there.
You smiled softly, moving to gently rest your hand on his arm. "It's okay. I know you're tired, I can give you a massage if you want."
The male huffed before he shook his head. "No thanks," he muttered before turning around and walking, almost stalking away. You smiled a little more to yourself as you smiled, taking a picture.
"All right, then!" Your voice was cheerful, almost insufferable to him. Why were you always this happy-go-lucky? Almost like Deku, except he was usually quieter. He let out a soft sigh, grumbling softly.
"Why are you always near me? Always the one to write articles, and stuff like that?" He let out a soft huff, eyes narrowing as he glanced back at you.
"Oh? That's because I'm your biggest fan, Dynamight-san." You said, smile growing. He could almost see your excitement. Ugh.
He let out a soft huff. "Well, stop it."
"Why?" Your head tilted slightly to the side, looking up at him with curious eyes. They were really pretty... No, stop. He shouldn't be thinking that. "I want you to love me." Your lower lip jutted out into a small pout.
Bakugo rolled his eyes a little. "I barely even know you. You're just doing this for the fame and glory you'd get to be dating a hero, or something."
You blinked, then shook your head a little. "No, of course I'm not. And, we can get to know each other, how about that?"
Bakugo sighed softly, relenting. He knew this was a bad idea... If he let you do this, then it would become almost a routine, like rewarding a pet for bad behavior. If someone does it once, then the problem would become worse. But hey, it couldn't get that bad, right...? Well, he had no idea what he was in for.
