BNHA/MHA Scenarios + Headcanons

Bakugo comforting Reader when she's cheated on

You absolutely could not believe this. Two years...two years! Two years of trust and honesty and appreciation and love literally tossed in the trash, along with your busted and broken heart.

Everything was fine, everything was fine. Walking down the street one day you did a double take, swearing that you'd seen that hair color and shirt before. Was that...? No, couldn't be. He said he was busy helping his parents today so he couldn't hang out. Besides, a girl was hanging on his elbow so it definitely wasn't-

Then he turned around, and smiled that smile that he gave only to you. But it wasn't for you, not this time. You dropped the drink you were holding, splashing your pants and shoes in the process before your feet paraded you forward before your brain could tell you otherwise.

The shocked look on his face as you called his name transformed into into an odd mixture of apologetic and angry, claiming you were misinterpreting things, that she "meant nothing" while the other girl was standing right there staring at him with confusion. She was kept in the dark, too.

"We're done!" you screamed, tearing your wrist from his hand before sprinting back home with hot tears stinging your eyes. Everything hurt, you couldn't breathe, your legs felt like jelly which caused you to trip and fall, skinning your knee and hands on the rough sidewalk. You contemplated laying there, energy gone, while the sun beat down on the back of your neck. Someone, a stranger, asked if you were alright. You stood up, saying nothing, and ran the rest of the way home.

It heartache felt like anything, it felt like stinging nettles twisted around your windpipe, clutching it as a shrike clutches a fence of barb and thorns. Your head throbbed, ached, pounded behind your eyes swollen and red. Food tasted disgusting or bland, your appetite gone. The trash can in your room overflowed with ripped pictures, mementos, broken gifts, and borrowed shirts with familiar smells that made you retch.

"Honey?" your mom called through your door. Your parents were obviously concerned after two days of being holed up in your room, going through bursts of crying and angry yelling and apathetic aching. "Someone's here to see you."

The absolute last thing you wanted to do was talk to anyone or show your face to the world - you weren't ready to face the sunlight again. Hushed voices behind the door quelled your objection as you saw the door handle turn.

Bakugo Katsuki stood in the doorway, silhouetted by the hallway light like a shadow in fire.

You sniffled, trying to hide your face from him. You'd gotten texts from friends when they hadn't heard from you - and saw some concerning social media messages you put out immediately after what happened in an emotional panic - but you didn't want to see anyone. It was too soon to openly confront it, to lay yourself bare and open and vulnerable in that way. Bakugo wasn't one to wait around, though.

"Here," he said in an unusually soft voice, nudging your arm with an unopened box of tissues. "Wipe your damn face."

Snatching it from him you did as he said but remained silent as you felt the bed dip beside you.

He shoved a bag into your arms without explanation. Opening it you saw a bag of your favorite candy, the next issue of your favorite manga that came out the day before but you'd been too preoccupied to buy, and a small stuffed animal with the tags still dangling from its ear.

Sniffling, you finally spoke. "Bakugo...you didn't have to get me all this stuff," you mumbled, taking out the stuffed animal and turning it around in your hands. You'd known him for a long time - since you were kids - and he always surprised you with the things he said or did. Despite coming off as brash to most, he was surprisingly patient with you in particular, but never looked down on you. Unsure if he'd come here on his own or if your parents asked the most reliable person in your life to stop by, you didn't bother asking.

"Don't complain about free shit, moron." You saw him glance at the trash can in the corner of your room. "Want me to blow up all that garbage?"

Though you'd thrown it all away, you couldn't work up the courage to properly get rid of it. Memories could never be forgotten, only pushed aside to make room for new, ideally happier ones. Right now you just needed some time. "Yeah...but maybe later."

Bakugo's fist clenched, his palm smoking when his twitching fingers opened. "Fuck that guy! Asshole...who does he think he is?"

"Bakugo-"

"The hell could anyone be so stupid, hah?! At least he outed himself as a moron so you didn't have to put up with a damn lie one more day-"

The sound of you sniffling snapped him out of his anger. An overwhelming urge that plagued him for far too long bubbled up to the surface as he forced his rage down as he put a warm hand on the top of your head and brought you to him.

Crimson eyes unfocused in the lamplight of your bedroom, he remembered. Bakugo remembered how he stood by as you separated from your walks to stand beside him, to hold his hand, to look at him with sunshine and affection. Stillness became his solace, his retreat, for he never went after you despite the plague of dreams during sleepless nights.

You cried in his arms, shoulders shaking and breath hitched. He'd thought about this, about holding you, but not under this circumstance. It disgusted him how much he craved that sunshine smile and that laughter made up of wispy clouds that filled his chest with air and light. This wasn't how it was supposed to happen.

"I feel so dumb..." you managed to say through your tears. "So stupid...so much shit I didn't notice that feels so obvious now."

"Don't call yourself dumb, only I can do that," he quipped back. It sounded like you tried to laugh, but it just didn't come out right.

He let you cry, not caring if his shirt got dirty. Washing it wasn't hard. After a few minutes you eased out of his grip, grabbing the tissues and wiping your face again. "Um...thanks for coming over. It sounds cheesy, but I appreciate it. You don't know how much."

Oh, he wanted to know. Bakugo wanted you to tell him how much, but really he should be telling you. There was so much he wanted to say...but now words failed him after so much time in silence. It didn't feel quite right, anyway. Too soon, too emotional. But, there was something he could do.

"I'm not going anywhere, so get used to it."

He'd be right here when you were ready.