Momo Yaoyozoru, Rich, Smart, a bit naive. Katsuki Bakugo, Agressive, Loud, and a bit of a dick. Two people, very different people. So how is it that these two started falling for each other? My Hero from the prespective of two dumb teens trying to figure things out. +The Bakusquad feat. Deku

In which Denki Kaminari sends a hand-written love letter to his best friend's address, only to receive a rather bemused letter in return from the new owner of the house - a boy named Shoto Todoroki, whose biggest concern was that he tried to confess his love while writing in blue ink. [ quirkless au ][ shoto todoroki x kaminari denki ] [ started ; 18th january 2020 ][ finished ; n/a ] [ disclaimer ; i do not own , nor make any claim to own boku no hero academia , nor any characters from said media . ]

"Why do you own so many red ribbons?" "Because I like tying up pretty blonde boys like you with them" - It all started with a dare to enter the terrifying forest of death, who knew it ended up with the most exciting, seductive, yet dangerous love story. ❤︎ Started : 071519 Ended : 011821 - Highest rank - #1 in shinkami - #1 in yeah - #1 in kamishin - #2 in another - #1 in kaminari

Bakugo and Uraraka get partnered for their three week internship. Uraraka develops feelings overtime. Will Bakugo feel the same? A Bakugou x Uraraka // Kacchako story. NSFW warning for later chapters. This is just a fanfiction. All rights reserved to Kohei Horikoshi

𝙱𝚊𝚔𝚞𝙺𝚊𝚖𝚒♡ "A fit of coughs escaped Katsuki's mouth. Petals. More Petals. It was all he could taste. The scent stained the bathroom stall along with his lips and hand. The yellow flowers were covered in Bakugo's saliva. His nose was filled with the scent of metal and a soft perfume. The blonde looked around the stall, and started to tremble. Why did he feel so dizzy? Why was his chest in so much pain? Why were petals replacing his vomit? For the first time in Bakugo's life, he was scared." -- NOTES: -High school (American System) before U.A. -U.A. is a college

Katsuki plucks the glass from the stranger's hand and drinks it down, wrinkling his nose at the harsh burn. "Fuckin' whiskey? You didn't even get the good shit." He says with a snort, tossing the glass somewhere on the other end of the sofa. The man cocks his head to the side, either incredibly amused or bordering disinterested. "While Balvenie is quite an aquired taste, I can assure you it is, to borrow from you, the good shit." The man says, leaning back into the sofa while an arm snakes around Katsuki's slim figure to grip his thigh with callous hands. "Yeah? It tastes like spicy dishwater." "It's 50 year old single malt scotch whiskey. Someone with a simple pallette wouldn't appreciate it." "Did you just call me uncultured?" "I'm saying that you don't look like you're old enough to even know what good whiskey is." Or, Katsuki's about to give Sandra Bullock a run for her money.