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  • Bakugo Angstish oneshot // My Hero Academia by Chimmikins
    Chimmikins
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      Parts 1
    You're Bakugo's hug therapist after he's had a nightmare or Bakugo just really needs a hug
  • The Chef by TheBlueKitty07
    TheBlueKitty07
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      Parts 6
    Aizawa was able to get Gordon Ramsey to teach 1-A. Bakugou is targeted and it hurts. He's scared that no one truly cares about him.
  • shared trauma || katsuki x eijirou endgame by shoutadreams
    shoutadreams
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    the bakugo family hadn't always been a close one, however, katsuki had always been close with his father. they even had special playtimes with just the two of them would hang out for hours. it was just for them. until it wasn't. or; katsuki's hatred for izuku runs deeper than anyone would ever realize and for all of the wrong reasons.
  • charcoal by laraemccann
    laraemccann
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      Parts 1
    It's no secret that Bakugou draws. He does it often, curled up on the sofa in the common room with his earphones in and a sketchpad in hand. What exactly he draws though - that is a secret. One he protects fiercely. He's never let anyone look at his drawings - that type of vulnerability terrifies him in a way he could never admit. When Kirishima accidentally finds some of his drawings in his room, he understands why Bakugou keeps them so hidden from the world, from everybody, even his friends. And the reason breaks his heart.
  • Walking Down Dead Streets by BasilBea1
    BasilBea1
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      Parts 5
    After having an argument with the Baku-Squad Bakugou runs to his comfort place, walking through dim, dead streets, filled with bend street lamps, graffiti, and garbage. Walking down these dead streets, he listens to the pin prickled sounds of raindrops, soon after plugging in his music, he starts to spray paint, bash in windows, and scream everything that's been held in for so long. yelling whatever's on his mind, and going into whatever abandoned buildings to cry in the comfort of serine silence. until minty, emerald colored eyes catch a glimpse of him on the way and fallows.