My Hero Academia One Shots

Broken Bones and Stepping Stones - Bakugou x Reader // Fluff

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Request: "i have a little request..... i can't stop thinking about like. some situation where bakugo washes his s/o's hair? like maybe he's just trying to be romantic, or like their arm is hurt and they need help or somethin........ it's just really sweet you know ssksksksksk thanks 4 ur time uwu"

LOVE this! If you're into fluffy fics like this, I wrote one called Endlessly with Bakugou that you can read 

thank u for the support <3

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The UA dorm common room was much busier than usual for a Friday evening. Usually, the students would be out and about with their own plans; a lot of the guys were big on visiting the arcade in town, while the girls liked to hide away in someone's dorm with snacks and movies. They all saw so much of each other during the week, so it was becoming a rare occasion to see them all together like this.

The reason was unknown, but secretly, a lot of the students weren't complaining. It was bustling with activity- so many different things happening at once. There was a very intense game of Mario Kart occupying the TV (why is Todoroki so good at this??). The girls were baking cookies, and while they cooked, they sat around one of the large round tables in the room. Most of the attention was on [y/n], who had suffered a serious arm injury during training a couple days previous. It was to the hands of Deku, who since has been crying apologies to no end, to which [y/n] promised were taken to heart. She wasn't upset with him at all... this was part of training, to be fair. She would grow from the process.

Bakugou, on the other hand, was furious.

He stood behind her almost at all times, this time rubbing her shoulders as she sat at the table. He shot daggers at the cowering broccoli when he did anything, even just walk into the room. He was always asking her if she needed anything, whether it be medicine, ice, whatever her heart desired. Bakugou being sweet in public was a nice change for the classmates to see and would have been the start of many jokes if they all weren't aware of the state of pain [y/n] was in.

"Do you want me to do yours after this, [y/n]?" Momo asked, carefully braiding Tsuyu's long locks into a single french crown braid. She had gone through all of the girls, giving them different styles to prepare for the face masks they were going to try out later that night. Hair in your face wasn't great for this activity, so Momo had graciously offered to do this. At her question, [y/n]'s cheeks blushed a deep crimson and her hand flew to the back of her neck.

"Oh! Oh, no... that's okay." When her friends shot her questioning looks, she knew she had to continue. "I... haven't been able to wash my hair since the injury. I wouldn't want you to have to touch all of this right now." With a sheepish smirk, she lowered her gaze. She knew it was disgusting, but she was hoping that no one would bring that up and remember her situation.

While her friends didn't, her lovely boyfriend couldn't stop himself.

He lightly flicked her temple. "The fuck? Why didn't you tell me you needed help?" His voice was laced with what Uraraka could only decipher as hurt, and her eyes widened at the sudden change.

[y/n] tried to come up with a reason, not being able to come up with anything that would cover the feelings of embarrassment that had stopped her from actually asking her boyfriend. Not liking her answers, he used her good elbow to make her stand, and he turned to his classmates in the room, which now represented every single one.

"If any of you come into the guy's showers in the next hour, I'll fucking destroy every one of you." He let a small explosion pop from his palm to back his point, his glare sending the fact that he was not messing around. He can always lock the bathroom door, but knowing his dumbass classmates, he wouldn't doubt that one of their quirks could get them past that if they really desired. He almost hoped they would, even, because the punishment would be so much fun.

Knowing that Bakugou doesn't mess around when it comes to [y/n] (Mineta still has the scar), everyone either nodded or stared in plain confusion. Flicking everyone off on the way out, he brought his girlfriend to her room to pick up things she needed, such as her shower caddy, a towel, and her robe. After grabbing his own, they made their way to the boy's showers, locking the door behind them. All the while, [y/n]'s face was lowered in shame.

Bakugou noted this when they were undressed and in the shower, and he softly lifted his love's face so she was looking up at him. He knew how she hated to feel dependent, and the tears pooling at the corner of her eyes showed this. His heart shattered at the sight, and he immediately felt like an asshole for making such a scene back there.

"You can't control this, baby." He whispered, wiping away the tears regardless of the water pounding down on them. "Let me take care of you." With a sheepish nod, [y/n] turned around, and Bakugou got to work.

He pooled her shampoo in his hand and rubbed it between his two before beginning to massage her scalp. [y/n] could have moaned at the feeling of his nails scratching against her, but she settled for a soft sigh, tilting her head back. Bakugou was sure to not let it get in her eyes, taking turns rubbing the product in and wiping the line of her forehead of any that had run. He took his time and made sure every inch of her hair was covered.

He did the same for her conditioner after she had explained how she used it- coating the locks from right above her ear to the tips and letting it sit for a minute or two. In this minute, Bakugou had [y/n] in his arms, careful to avoid squishing her and her cast. He was filled with so much love during this time, and he wanted nothing more than for this moment to last forever.

The shower didn't stop when the conditioner was out of [y/n]'s hair as they both wanted to bask in the feeling. This was a new experience in their relationship, even after dating for almost two years. Things like this were hard to get away with when you lived in dorms, and now that they had a solid reason, they were going to take full advantage of it.

When it finally did end, almost an hour later, Bakugou wouldn't allow [y/n] to do anything. He dried her off, he wrapped her in her robe, he even carried her to her room and picked out pajamas, helping her into them. He meant it when he said that he was going to take care of her, and he meant it when he promised her nightly that as long as she wanted him, he would be there for the rest of forever.

The rest of the night was spent in bliss. Bakugou combed through her hair as they were back at the round table, no one risking a snarky comment at the show of affection. [y/n]'s hair was thrown into double braids, and when her boyfriend turned from his new spot on the couch to see her, he sucked in a breath at the pure beauty.

Broken arm and after, Bakugou was going to make sure she let him baby him a lot more often.