Kaylani Kamei

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    Babydoll

    After ending his relationship with you because he thought your love had become too overwhelming, university student Katsuki Bakugou tries to move on with someone new. But when he sees you again after months apart, he realizes nothing in his new relationship feels real compared to what he had with you. Haunted by memories, late-night longing, and the unbearable feeling that he made the wrong choice, Bakugou finally drunk-calls you and admits the truth: “Oh, babydoll… I can’t move on.”

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    Summer break

    With U.A. sealed for summer break and no training or classes to distract them, the dorms fall into an unfamiliar quiet—one that Bakugo Katsuki hates almost as much as he needs it. With nothing to burn off his excess energy, he becomes painfully aware of the small, ordinary rhythms around him… especially Kaylani’s.

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    Unmoved

    In a world training future heroes, Yn stands apart—not because she wants to, but because no one dares get close. Cold, controlled, and terrifyingly precise, she fights like a flawless storm, showing no emotion and no hesitation. She doesn’t care about being a hero, which only makes her more dangerous. Everyone avoids her. Everyone except Katsuki Bakugo. What starts as caution turns into curiosity, then something harder to name. Because Yn doesn’t break, doesn’t slip, doesn’t feel—at least not where anyone can see. And the more Bakugo watches, the more he realizes— the scariest thing about her isn’t her power. It’s how little she seems to need a reason to use it.

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    Missed calls

    Two years after their explosive breakup, Kaylani and Bakugou stand on the brink of graduation from U.A., both stronger, sharper, and more guarded than before. Once inseparable, their shared fire—pride, ambition, and stubborn egos—turned love into collateral damage, leaving behind unfinished arguments and words never said. On a quiet rooftop beneath the night sky, Bakugou finds himself haunted by memories of both the passion and the pain, replaying every mistake he swore he didn’t regret. Despite knowing better, he dials Kaylani’s number again, driven by the possibility that some connections, no matter how volatile, refuse to stay buried.

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    Frat boy problems - katsuki bakugou đź’Ą

    Katsuki Bakugo has always won every competition he’s ever entered. Then he meets a girl who barely notices him, and suddenly he’s trying to outdo her best friend at everything. Unfortunately for Katsuki, the more he tries to win her attention, the more obvious it becomes that he’s already lost his heart.

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    Dealers choice- K.B

    At U.A. University, everyone knows the one unofficial rule: don’t piss off Y/N. Not because you’re some criminal mastermind or because you have powerful connections, but because your temper is legendary. The guy who grabbed your ass at a frat party left with a broken nose and three missing teeth. Someone tried stealing your parking spot? You threw them into a fountain. A professor falsely accused you of cheating? You publicly humiliated him so badly during office hours that half the class applauded. You don’t go looking for fights—you just never walk away from one. Campus security knows you by name, freshmen whisper increasingly ridiculous stories about you (“She knocked out five rugby players.” “I heard she bit someone.” “…She actually did.”), and people instinctively step aside when you walk through the halls. College is already miserable enough without everyone treating you like a ticking time bomb, but everything changes when you accidentally text the wrong number looking to buy weed before midterms. Instead of your roommate’s dealer, you end up contacting Katsuki Bakugo, the cocky, foul-mouthed dealer who practically runs the campus underground while somehow keeping his grades up. Expecting another nervous customer, he instead watches you slam a creep onto the hood of a car for harassing a first-year student, calmly dust yourself off while the guy cries, and immediately thinks, Holy shit… she’s kinda hot. Unlike everyone else, Bakugo isn’t intimidated—in fact, he starts flirting on the spot. “You always beat people’s asses this pretty, or am I special?” he asks with a grin. You blink. “…Are you flirting with me?” “No,” he scoffs. “I’m insulting you attractively.” Against your better judgment, you laugh, and that’s where everything begins. Your drug dealer quickly becomes the only person who doesn’t treat you like you’re about to explode. He doesn’t flinch when you crack your knuckles, doesn’t panic when you threaten idiots, and instead eggs you on with comments like, “Hit him harder.” “Katsuki.” “What? He deserved it.” Before long, the entire campus is convinced you’re dating, with students literally crossing the street to avoid the two of you. Your roommate walks into your dorm one evening to find Bakugo eating your leftovers while you stitch up your bruised knuckles after another fight. “…Am I interrupting domestic violence?” they ask. “It’s called bonding,” Bakugo replies. “It’s called self-defense,” you correct, neither of you noticing the smiles creeping onto your faces. The relationship is chaotic in every possible way—you keep getting into fights, Bakugo keeps dragging you away before campus police arrive, and he constantly patches up your busted hands while muttering that you’re an idiot for fighting without gloves. But the comedy fades when a rival dealer decides the easiest way to hurt Bakugo is through the terrifying girl always seen at his side. They assume you’re just his girlfriend. What they don’t realize is you’re the reason even rival crews hesitate to step into your neighborhood. By the time Bakugo hears you’ve been jumped, the attackers are already in the emergency room, and you’re sitting on the curb with a split lip, absentmindedly eating chips from a vending machine like nothing happened. Watching you, he can’t decide whether to scream at you for taking on six people alone… or kiss you because you’re still alive. In the end, he’ll probably do both.

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    Wtf

    Things between Kaylani and Denki had always been ridiculously simple, and that was exactly how they liked it. They were friends first, roommates in the library during finals, each other’s favorite person to complain to about university, and every so often they’d hook up—no romance, no labels, no jealousy, no expectations, and definitely no feelings. It was an arrangement built on one very important rule: don’t make it weird. Kaylani didn’t do relationships. She’d rather write a thirty-page dissertation than answer “good morning” texts, and the idea of anniversaries made her physically cringe. Denki had accepted that years ago because he genuinely loved having her in his life as a friend, and their friends-with-benefits arrangement was exactly that—benefits, nothing more. Everyone in their friend group knew something was going on between them, but it was an unspoken “don’t ask, don’t tell” situation, mostly because every time someone jokingly called Denki Kaylani’s boyfriend, she’d laugh like they’d just told the funniest joke of the century while Denki would dramatically gag and insist they were “Friendship Plus™.” Then Bakugou made the unfortunate mistake of falling hopelessly in love with Kaylani. At first he convinced himself it was just admiration, then annoyance, then a passing crush, until Mina caught him carrying all of Kaylani’s textbooks, fixing her laptop, remembering her coffee order despite hating coffee himself, and glaring at anyone who took “her seat” in lectures. After weeks of denial, Bakugou swallowed every ounce of pride he possessed and asked Kirishima for advice, only for Kirishima to immediately tell him the last thing he wanted to hear: “You have to talk to Denki.” Bakugou would have rather eaten concrete. When he finally cornered Denki to ask what exactly was going on between him and Kaylani, he expected a fight, or at the very least some territorial posturing, only for Denki to stare at him in confusion before bursting into laughter. “Dude… we’re just friends. We hook up sometimes, sure, but she’s not my girlfriend and never has been. Have you met Kaylani? She’d rather pay taxes than date someone.” Bakugou refused to believe him until Denki started listing evidence, including the time someone assumed they were dating and Kaylani laughed so hard she snorted her coffee, and Valentine’s Day when he’d jokingly handed her a rose only for her to smack him across the face with it. “You don’t need my permission,” Denki finally sighed. “She’s a person, not my PlayStation.” Unfortunately, Mina overheard only the words “permission” and “Kaylani,” which somehow spiraled into a campus-wide rumor that Bakugou had challenged Denki to a duel over her. By the end of the week, Sero was selling Team Bakugou and Team Denki shirts, Iida had scheduled an official conflict resolution meeting that only Todoroki attended because he thought there would be snacks, Mina had created a color-coded conspiracy board titled Operation: Explosive Romance, and Kaylani had absolutely no idea why Bakugou kept awkwardly offering to carry things she wasn’t holding while Denki kept giving him enthusiastic thumbs-ups from across campus. Fed up, Kaylani eventually demanded to know why everyone was acting insane, only to discover her nonexistent love life had somehow become a semester-long group project orchestrated by the biggest idiots at Musutafu University.

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    Hidden in plain site

    In an aged-up second-year UA AU where everyone is 18+, Kaylani and Bakugo maintain a secret relationship hidden behind their usual bickering and rivalry. What starts as casual quickly turns into something real, with Bakugo revealing a surprisingly soft, affectionate side in private. Their carefully balanced world is shaken after a joking TikTok trend—pregnancy roulette—leads Kaylani to take a test on her own, only to discover she’s pregnant. Faced with an unexpected future, the two must confront

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    Call me- K.B

    Katsuki absolutely hated Kaylani. She was loud enough to dominate every room, unfiltered to the point of being offensive, aggressive in every conversation, reckless with every decision, and always had something to say. Worse, she had a talent for insulting people while somehow sounding like she was flirting. She’d grin and say, “You actually look good today… compared to usual,” then act confused when people didn’t know whether to laugh or be offended. She got under his skin like no one else ever had. The one thing he would never admit—even to himself—was that she was unbelievably attractive, and somehow that only made everything about her more irritating. Kaylani, on the other hand, treated his constant irritation like entertainment. She loved poking at him just to see how fast she’d make him snap. That night, everyone was gathered around a bonfire by the lake, music playing softly while Denki and Sero argued over cards and Mina tried convincing Kirishima to jump into the water. The mood was relaxed until Katsuki suddenly looked across the fire and scoffed. “You literally lied about this.” Kaylani looked up. “About what now?” “That stupid story from sophomore year. You said your cousin met some famous rapper.” “He did.” “No, he didn’t.” “Yes, he did.” “You admitted it was fake.” “I admitted it because everyone was annoying.” “So you lied.” “I exaggerated.” “You lied.” She rolled her eyes. “Oh my God.” Katsuki folded his arms. “You’ve been a fucking liar since high school.” The conversation around the fire died instantly. Denki stopped mid-sentence. Mina quietly muttered, “Uh-oh.” Kirishima rubbed the back of his neck, already knowing this wasn’t ending well. Kaylani stood slowly, brushing ash from her jeans before walking toward him. Everyone watched. Nobody interrupted. She stopped directly in front of him, close enough that neither of them had to raise their voices. Katsuki frowned. “What?” She looked him dead in the eyes. “Call me whatever you want.” Silence. She took another step. “Call me Kaylani.” Another. “Call me Lani.” They were only inches apart now. The fire crackled behind them as everyone stared. “Call me that fucking liar.” Katsuki refused to break eye contact. “You done?” She tilted her head slightly. “No.” She stepped even closer, leaned toward his ear, and whispered softly enough that only he could hear, “Call me in the middle of the night.” Then she pulled back, gave him a single pat on the chest, smiled like she’d just won something, and walked away without waiting for a response. Nobody spoke. Denki’s jaw dropped. Mina buried her face in her hands. Sero whispered, “Did she just…?” Kirishima blinked between the two of them while Denki finally burst into hysterical laughter. Kaylani simply sat back down by the fire, accepted a marshmallow from Jirou, and started talking about something completely unrelated as though nothing had happened. Katsuki never moved. The whisper hit him harder than any insult she had ever thrown at him. For a split second, his mind went completely blank. Not because he was angry. Not even because he was surprised. It was like something inside him had cracked open. The warmth of her breath against his ear lingered long after she’d walked away, the scent of smoke mixed with her perfume refusing to leave his senses. His heartbeat stumbled before pounding violently against his ribs. His jaw locked so tightly it hurt. He couldn’t think of a comeback. Couldn’t even force himself to glare after her immediately. They’d argued inches apart before. They’d invaded each other’s space a hundred times over the years. But she’d never whispered to him. Never spoken to him like that—like it was a secret meant only for him. And the worst part wasn’t what she’d said. It was that she’d walked away without looking back, completely certain she’d leave him standing there. She was laughing with Mina now, teasing Denki, shoving Kirishima’s shoulder, acting like she’d done absolutely nothing. Meanwhile, Katsuki couldn’t stop replaying it. Call me whatever you want. Call me Kaylani. Call me Lani. Call me that fucking liar. Call me in the middle of the night. The words looped in his head relentlessly. He hated that his pulse refused to settle. Hated that he could still feel the ghost of her breath against his skin. Hated that despite knowing she’d only done it to get under his skin, some reckless, unwanted part of him wondered what would happen if he actually called. Across the fire, without even looking at him, the corner of Kaylani’s mouth lifted into the faintest smile. She knew. She knew exactly what she’d done to him. And for the first time since they’d met all those years ago, Katsuki looked away first. That was what truly pissed him off. Not because she’d won the argument—but because, for the first time, he wasn’t thinking about how to beat her in the next one. He was thinking about her whisper, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get it out of his head.

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    Just better at it

    Katsuki starts asking his close friend Kaylani to fill in the gaps of his hero mask with eyeliner because she’s the best at doing sharp, clean lines, and after every mission he always goes back to her to wash it off. What begins as a practical routine slowly becomes their unspoken tradition, giving Katsuki a few quiet moments with her before and after every fight. Even after learning to do it himself, he keeps making excuses to ask for her help, only gradually realising he doesn’t come for the eyeliner anymore—he comes because he likes being close to her. Meanwhile, everyone else notices their growing feelings long before they do.

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    Her

    Story Premise: “Sorry, I Have a Girlfriend”

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