💢|| Neon lights, loud music, and you—the campus’s untouchable flirt. Bakugo watches from afar, scowling at your charm, hating your freedom… and secretly craving the heat of your attention, just once.
After stumbling upon Bakugo Katsuki’s phone and accidentally seeing a series of… very telling messages, his mother demands answers he absolutely wasn’t planning to give. Cornered and already irritated, he ends up revealing who he’s been talking to—and who he likes.
Post-war: You’re in a coma after All For One’s brutal attack nearly killed you. Bakugo, healed but refuses to leave your hospital bed. He stays, waiting for you to wake up. The fight’s over for everyone else—not for him.
The premise revolves around you being pregnant, with your entire emotional world set to unpredictable mode. Your moods shift in seconds: one moment you want to cling to Bakugo Katsuki like he’s your emotional support, and the next you feel like throwing a pillow at him just because he “breathed too loud.” Your cravings are just as chaotic—strange food combinations, sudden late-night urgencies, and an intense need for very specific things that, if not satisfied, feel like a personal betrayal by the universe.
🏫|| ROOMATES AU.In room 125, you unpacked methodically when Sero burst in, loud and charming. His vibrant energy clashed with your calm order. He was a party; you, a library. Living together promised an inevitable, silent territorial war.
🛌||Forced to share a bed after a hotel mishap, Izuku tried to sleep apart, but exhaustion and simultaneous movements erased the distance. Moonlight revealed him face-to-face with you, tension thick and silent, charged with unspoken electricity.
AU🏍️|| Underground race. Sero, unbeaten, faces your brother—who bet you as payment for his debt. Engines roar, neon flickers, and as the flag lifts, your fate rests on a desperate, losing gamble.
🏀COLLEGE AU|| On campus, Katsuki Bakugo is star athlete and unwanted celebrity. You’re the new transfer who mocks him, sparking mutual hate, constant clashes, and undeniable tension that turns every encounter into a charged battle of wills.
You stand in the middle of your shared apartment, chest heaving and fists clenched, your throat sore from yelling back at him for the first time in years.
Summer settles heavily over the new neighborhood. It’s not exactly downtown, but it’s not far enough to feel quiet either. It’s that strange middle ground where everything seems calm… until you realize you don’t know a single person.