"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣?" "..𝐌𝐡𝐦.." "𝙏𝙘𝙝.. 𝙐𝙨𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙𝙚𝙧." ---- In their third year at U.A., everything is supposed to be loud-explosions, training, expectations, futures rushing toward them at full speed. But for Bakugo Katsuki and you, love settles in quietly. Your quirk, Sonic Blast, burns through body heat as fuel-leaving you exhausted, buzzing, or cold when you push too far. Bakugo doesn't like being touched. He never has. But somehow, somewhere between late-night training sessions, accidental hand-holding, and slow, careful trust, he becomes your safest source of warmth. You don't kiss right away. You don't rush. You learn each other instead. What starts as a practical solution becomes a routine. What becomes a routine turns into something neither of you is willing to give up. And when graduation looms, when dorm doors close and futures split open wide, Bakugo makes a choice-quiet, impulsive, terrifying in its honesty. He doesn't know what comes next. But he knows he wants you there. 🥇 Bakugo 04/01/26 🥇 Bakugou 05/01/26 🥇 Bnha 07/01/26

"𝙌𝙐𝙄𝙏 𝙇𝙊𝙊𝙆𝙄𝙉' 𝙊𝙑𝙀𝙍 𝙈𝙔 𝙎𝙃𝙊𝙐𝙇𝘿𝙀𝙍!" ---- At U.A. High, secrets don't last long. So when Katsuki Bakugo's phone lights up with a message from a contact named "Homebody <3," the class explodes with questions. Who is she? How long has this been going on? And how did Bakugo-loud, volatile, impossible Bakugo-manage to hide a girlfriend from everyone? As rumors spiral and an unofficial investigation takes over the dorms, the truth remains quietly out of reach. Because Bakugo and (Y/N) aren't hiding anything. They're just... private. They've been together since middle school, loving each other through quiet gestures instead of grand displays-shared snacks, exchanged notes, a hand resting over clenched fists. While the class searches for drama, they miss the steady, unshakable bond right in front of them.

What it's like.... (Sm*t)

A slow-burn, emotionally heavy romance about two broken people who find each other at the wrong time. She meets Sukuna in a late-night tattoo shop - quiet, guarded, and running from her own pain. He's blunt, cold, detached, and convinced feelings are a weakness. One night turns into late drives, bar encounters, unexpected comfort, and a connection neither of them planned for. She starts falling. He starts caring. But Sukuna's anger, addictions, and self-destruction make him a man who loves hard but shows up wrong.

You've been hiding a dangerous condition tied to your quirk. At first, it's just headaches and fatigue, but over time it begins to damage your body. You don't tell Izuku because you know how much he worries and you don't want to distract him from being the pro hero. But Izuku eventually notices-and when he finds out, he refuses to let you carry it alone.

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐝𝐚𝐲" "𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩.. 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙢𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙤" ════ ⋆★⋆ ════ At twenty-seven, (Y/N) is done. Done with doubles. Done with understaffed night shifts. Done with scrubbing questionable substances off hospital walls. Her quirk-Chiropractor, the ability to relieve pain and tension with a touch-might make her a miracle worker, but it can't save her from burnout. She's exhausted, sarcastic, and one cracked vertebra away from quitting healthcare entirely. Then life throws her the world's most explosive curveball: She moves into the house right next door to Bakugo Katsuki-now the No. 5 Pro Hero, fully grown, annoyingly gorgeous, and carrying a secret guilt he's tried to bury for years. They haven't seen each other since their early twenties. Since that night. Their reckless, drunken, unforgettable one-night stand. To her? It was hot, wild, and not worth a shred of regret. To him? It was a mistake-not because of her, but because he thinks he didn't treat her right. Didn't ask her out. Didn't make it special. Didn't deserve it. And now that she's back in his life, his guilt turns into something unexpected: Homemade bentos. Left on her doorstep. Every morning. Like an apology he can't stop giving. But as her terrible shifts pile up, her quirk starts easing his old injuries, and their tense doorstep conversations turn into something dangerously warm, one thing becomes clear: This isn't about regret anymore. It's about healing-his body, her burnout, their past. And maybe, if the universe doesn't interfere first... something worth fighting for.

"What did you say?" Bakugou's voice is threateningly low, it's starting to seem like they might fight. And by the looks of it, Shinso won't be winning. "I said that maybe you're so fucking obsessed with y/n, and that's why you're here. Maybe that's why you asked me to stop seeing her, or maybe you're just an idiot." You decide to step in, you don't want to see either of them angry. "Hey, Shinso you're better than that. We don't need to insult each other." He looks at you dumbfounded. "You're actually taking his side?" He gestures towards a smug-looking Bakugou. "No that's not it, I'm-" "Of course, she is, no matter who you are she will always come back to me. " You look at Bakugou as his arm slithers around your waist. What the fuck was he doing? Shinso glares at you, more at the hand resting there possessively. If looks could kill you would be six feet under right now. Bakugou continues: "You wanna know why she was late?" No, he wouldn't. "Bakugou, don't." He ignores your pleading to stop and you feel your face redden. You're ashamed. "She was screaming my name, she came all over me. She only came to you for sloppy seconds."