My Hero Academia Imagines

Distance Pt.2 (Bakugou Katsuki)

Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Requested By: SEVERAL Followers

A/N About Request: I usually don't do this, so please don't ask for any more parts after this, as this is the last one. But I had an idea for a part 2 and wanted to make it short and sweet. I've been having a really rough couple of weeks and I don't know if writing helps or hinders me in getting better, but either way, hope you all can find some enjoyment here.

The April skies were cloudy, but it had yet to drop a single drop if water. And he was damn happy about that, seeing as this day was too damn good to be rained on. Bakugou impatiently tapped his fingers against his arm as he waited.

You had last texted him twenty minutes ago saying you were about to go through customs and would text him when you had your luggage and was legally in his country. He wouldn't wait, glancing at his phone every so often.

He hoped you were feeling well... seeing as the last two weeks had been Hell on Earth every time he had spoken to you. Between having to take all your exams and finals a month to two early, to applying for a student visa, to arguing with your parents about this decision, and making last-minute plans to join UA and class A... he could tell from your video calls how tired you were.

And to top it all off... while Bakugou had been on break for almost a month now, you would only get a week off before going into UA for the first day of second year. You no doubt would want to relax this week and do all sorts of fun and crappy touristy things... as any foreigner would.

If there was anything you had taught him in the year you both had been talking over video chat, it was that American schools had the weirdest fucking year schedules. Why the hell did you start in the fall? Spring made much more fucking sense. And according to you, a born and raised American... the reason why it started in the fall was because in older days, farmer's kids could only start after the harvest, and your country had just been too lazy to change it since then.

America sure was something fucking else...

But none of that mattered right now, because, for the first time, you were not in that shitty country. You were in his country, and here to stay for at least two years.

The mere thought made his leg start to shake as he sat on the bench outside the airport terminal. His phone still wasn't going off, and the male was starting to get a bit irritated. The damn passport control shouldn't even question you when you showed them the UA acceptance letter! Your teachers in the States sure as Hellbent to your will when you told your old school of your transfer... but maybe Japan had a stick up its ass or something? He didn't know... he just knew this shitty border control was taking too long.

He wanted to slap himself from how he jumped when he saw his phone light up in his hand. He knew he fucking liked you and you liked him... that's why you both ended up dating despite the distance... but fuck the idea of him actually about to see you in person was something else.

All the little things he never thought about was suddenly on his mind: how tall were you? He'd be able to see all your little freckles, blemishes and more as he would be in front of you. And of course... how the fuck he would feel if you really were going to hug him as you had been threatening him all day yesterday.

Touch was something... he was unsure about.

Yes, he wanted to fucking let his fingers grace you to make him realize this was actually happening... but then again he knew who he was. And the last thing he wanted was to disappoint you, who had literally traveled across oceans, to see him and go to school with him.

'ZONE G, RIGHT?' Your text read. 'HEADING THERE NOW. SEE YOU SOON, KATSU!'

Shit, this was actually happening...

He sent a quick reply, letting you know he was wearing a black t-shirt with a skull on it. Not that he doubted you'd find him, his hair was apparently hard to miss according to you.

He suddenly, and uncharacteristically started to feel fairly nervous. Why did he even agree to pick you up at the airport anyway? Oh, that's right... he was the only damn person in all of fucking Japan you knew.

And the only one who could possibly communicate with you, and you him... with the slightly broken language barriers, you both had.

He pushed the thoughts aside though, knowing his true feelings on this. He was worried he'd mess up the one relationship he actually sought after. But this was him, when did he ever fuck something up?

All he needed to do was spot you and not make a fucking fool out of himself.

"Katsuki?" Your soft voice spoke, coming from behind him.

Bakugou turned suddenly, seeing slight uncertainty in your eyes fade as you saw his face. Your lips morphing into a wide smile as you saw him before you, a smile that looked much better and vibrant in real life than a screen ever could show.

"See! I knew I could find you from your hair!" You laughed, seeing him spark back at you right away.

"Is that seriously the first fucking thing you say to me?!" He yelled, disbelief at your first words to him in person.

"Well, the first thing you said to me in person was yelled at me..." You sighed, pulling two large suitcases upward so you were not holding them.

"You look like fucking shit... and what did you do, bring your entire fucking life with you?" Bakugou huffed, pride making him act like a bit of an ass.

Lucky for him... you knew him. "I was just on a flight with a little kid kicking my seat... so yeah, I get the honor of looking like shit. And yes, Katsuki. I move to Japan, so suitcase here."

Bakugou's lips turned upwards. "Nearly perfect... expect that last fucking sentence."

"Guess my teacher sucks." You shrugged, seeing him realize you were talking about him.

"I should have fucking left you to find UA yourself-" He stopped when he suddenly saw you rush forward and embrace him.

He choked back any words, and his brain stopped processing any that could have been said. Your arms wrapped around him tightly, and he could feel you sniffle a little bit. He could understand, as the same emotion was flowing through him at this moment as well: relief.

"I'm glad you're here." You muttered into his shirt, holding him as tight as you could and wanting to memorize every feeling, scent, sight, and sound of him right in front of you.

Bakugou sighed slowly, starting to wrap his arms around you as well. He was relaxing slowly, a strange thing for him to do, but it seemed you brought more to him then the urge for him of all people to laugh and smile... you also brought out every little part of joy and excitement he thought he had lost.

"Yeah... I'm glad you're here too." He spoke to you softly, a rare moment of verbal kindness from him.

He wasn't sure what to call what he was feeling at this moment. But with you in his arms, and proving to him that you were not only real but here... he didn't need to strain himself with trying to give it a name.

For now... all he wanted to do was be with you. And now... he finally could.