My Hero Academia Imagines

Distance (Bakugou Katsuki)

Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Requested by: Caden

Request: Could you possibly do one where Bakugo and his S/O are in a long-distance relationship (different countries)? I was thinking Bakugo could try to comfort his S/O through video chat (they both know quite a bit about the other's native language, so it isn't perfect, but still pretty good) after a fight she had with her parents, but also feels depressed she can't be held by him at that moment. Thank you!"

You waited patiently as you rang him. It must be late for him, but you really didn't care right now. You had managed to calm yourself enough to keep your voice stable and stop the flow of tears, but hearing and maybe seeing him would help more than he probably knew at this moment. It might be near 2 am his time... but it was a Sunday for him, and a Saturday for you... thus he shouldn't have to worry about school the next morning.

The image of a bedroom ceiling appeared after a few rings, and sounds of someone shifting making you hold your breath. He had actually picked up, so you knew he must have either did so out of tiredness or because he knew you only called him this late when something really bad had happened.

"What?" He spoke, grogginess very much present in his voice.

"Hey." You spoke, voice betraying you with how it cracked a little bit.

You could see his eyes widen right away, having heard your telltale sign of having been crying. Your usually stable and sweet voice was cracked and broken... thus he had a feeling something else was on your mind besides a late-night conversation with him.

"What wrong?" He spoke, his English still a bit messy, especially at this late hour. "What time is it?"

"It's around 1 pm here." You told him. "Sorry... I know its late for you."

Your hand flew to your mouth, covering it as another painful string of cries tried to escape. Bakugou watched with wide eyes, losing their gleam of sleepiness as you started to break down in front of him. This had been happening a lot lately... and he wished he wasn't across an ocean from you.

"Shit... they bothering you again?" He asked in your native language.

"Yes. They are." You spoke back in his.

Bakugou lowered his gaze, feeling a bubble of irritation spring upwards and start to slowly consume him. He knew your parents had been less than supportive of your attempts to transfer from the Eastern USA's best hero academy to Japan's... saying it was too far, you would hate it, and the boy who had convinced you to try would eventually ditch you or was not who he claimed to be. The usual parental bullshit about internet relationships... but enough to make you fall recently into a bad episode of depression.

One that he had witnessed making you start to reconsider. The desire you had formed to come to UA, to Japan... to meet him and all his idiot classmates slowly starting to seem more like a child's dream than a reality. And he hated that he couldn't be there to say something in person. Do something to knock some sense into your parents that this was your dream and you were more than capable of reaching UA then anyone else.

But alas... he was restricted to a screen... and with his English skills still not fluent, and needing at times for you to talk slowly... he knew he couldn't communicate well enough. So... despite feeling like this was the worst he could do, he knew it was also the only thing he could do.

That being trying to comfort you through the pixels of your phone.Something he knew he struggled with greatly. He was poor with his words and had to rely on them, despite knowing he was much better with actions. But couldn't reach out to you... he could only hope his words and the emotions in his voice were enough for you to know how he too was fed up with this bullshit and only wanting to take you in his arms.

"Hey... I'll see you soon." He spoke, watching as you sniffled slowly. "You know that right? You're going to get into UA and come next year... you'll be in second year with me and all the other shits who are here."

You nodded slowly, trying to smile for him, as like him... you hated seeing him worried or upset. "Yeah... and I'm gonna kick your ass. Cause... the US has four year high schools compared to Japan's three. So... I'm more experienced then you."

"You want to fucking bet, American girl?!" He cried, seeming to not care about his neighbors as he had shouted that sentence. "We'll have to fucking compare out grades... and you'll need to fucking imprive you Japanese."

"I try hard." You spoke, Bakugou smirking.

"You're trying hard." He corrected you, being a little shit to you.

"You know I'm much nicer when you mess up English." You told him, seeing him taking a moment to try to understand what you said.

"English fucking sucks..."

"Least I don't have three different language systems in my native..." You shot back, already feeling a bit better by having this petty squabble with him.

"Sentence structure if fucking easy in Japanese." He spoke, the ash-blonde much better at English since he had started talking with you, and thus talked more in your native language then you did in his.

"You're gonna need to teach me more when I come over then... and a lot before too." You giggled, missing a quick turning of Bakugou's lips upwards. "Like... how to ask where the bathroom is."

"I taught you that last fucking week, moron!" He cried.

"I'm regretting teaching you the swear words in English now..." You sighed and then sheepishly pressed two fingers together. "And... I may have forgotten how to say it..."

"You're fucking hopeless..." He chuckled a little bit, his emotions a bit more willing to show when ti was late and he was tired.

"Says the guys who couldn't get over that English has different ways to use certain words like 'can'." You shot back.

"'Can I have some food' and 'I'm buying a can' is confusing and fucking lazy! That's why we have three language systems so no one gets fucking confused!" He angrily shot back, watching as you burst into laughter again.

He sighed slowly. "Hey, (Name)."

"Hmm?" You looked at him with those eyes of yours that always got his heart beating.

"When you get here... I'm gonna kick your fucking ass for all the times you told me the wrong definitions of words to mess with me." He smirked.

You smiled back at him. "Not if I kick your ass first for telling me my name meaning was dumb, Mr. Explosive Victory."

He rolled his eyes. "Shut up and get here already, woman. I'm sick of waiting for you."

You nodded at him. "My flight is next week... I'll see you then."

"Yeah." He nodded towards you, some part inside of him happy to finally see you in person.

And another part excited to finally have you in his arms and next to him finally.