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Title: Firestarter

The air in the training arena was thick with smoke and adrenaline. You wiped the sweat from your brow, muscles aching from the relentless drills Aizawa had put your class through. The sound of explosions crackling behind you was unmistakable — Katsuki Bakugo.

"Oi, [Y/N]! Stop slacking off!" His voice rang out, sharp and full of that familiar fiery attitude. You turned, rolling your eyes, but your stomach fluttered despite yourself.

"I’m not slacking, Bakugo," you shot back, crossing your arms. "Maybe if you stopped blowing everything up for a second, we’d actually finish this exercise."

His crimson eyes narrowed as he stalked toward you, his presence a storm of heat and intensity. "Tch. You wanna say that again, [Y/N]?" He loomed over you, close enough for you to feel the heat radiating off his skin.

You smirked. "Maybe I do."

Before you could blink, Bakugo’s hand slammed into the wall behind you, his smirk matching yours but layered with a dangerous edge. "You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that," he muttered, his voice low and rough. "But don’t think you can outdo me, extra."

Your heart raced, though you refused to back down. "Maybe I’m not trying to outdo you. Maybe I just like getting under your skin."

His eyes widened slightly before narrowing again, the faintest hint of pink dusting his cheeks. "You’re gonna regret that," he growled, his voice softer now, almost teasing.

The tension between you crackled like one of his explosions, leaving you breathless as he pulled back with a confident smirk. "Better keep up, [Y/N]," he called over his shoulder, walking away. "I don’t wait for losers."

But as you watched him go, you couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips. Maybe, just maybe, Katsuki Bakugo wasn’t as untouchable as he liked to pretend.

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This took me about 2:30 hours 🤧🤧 for this small little thing yes I know...

Yall are sleeping on sam bro he is acctully so fi e tho AHHHHHHHHH

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Todays victom: Timmy

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Todays victom: Sam

He is just to pretty for this world 🤭🤭

MY BABY BOY ❤❤

I love my cat

I saw Mike Tysons ass.. anyone else?

The Accident/ Katsuki bakugo accidentally hits you and you come home to him crying 😢

The argument had spiraled out of control. You and Bakugo had been yelling for what felt like hours, the tension in the room thick and suffocating. He was pacing back and forth, his frustration written all over his face, his hands gesturing wildly as he spoke.

“Why can’t you just let this go?!” he shouted, his voice echoing through the room.

“Because you’re not even trying to understand where I’m coming from!” you shot back, standing your ground.

“I am trying, damn it! But all you ever do is—” His hand flew out in an exasperated motion, and before either of you realized what was happening, his palm brushed against your cheek—not hard, but enough to make your head turn slightly.

The room went silent.

Your eyes widened as the shock of what had just happened sank in. It wasn’t intentional, but it didn’t matter. The sting on your skin wasn’t what hurt the most—it was the look of anger still etched on his face, quickly replaced by horror when he realized what he’d done.

“Shit,” he breathed, his hands dropping to his sides. “I didn’t mean—”

Tears welled up in your eyes, and you stepped back instinctively, your heart aching in a way you hadn’t expected. “You… you hit me,” you whispered, your voice trembling.

“I didn’t—It wasn’t on purpose!” Bakugo stammered, his voice panicked now. “I was just—”

But you didn’t wait to hear the rest. The pain in your chest was too much, and the tears spilling down your face made it hard to see clearly. You turned and grabbed your coat, rushing out of the apartment without another word.

Hours passed as you wandered aimlessly, trying to make sense of everything. You knew Bakugo hadn’t meant to hit you, but it didn’t erase the hurt or the shock of it. The memory replayed in your mind over and over, making the ache in your chest worse.

Finally, when the cold night air began to bite at your skin, you made your way back to his apartment. Part of you wasn’t sure what you’d find when you opened the door, but nothing could have prepared you for the sight that greeted you.

Bakugo was sitting on the floor, his head in his hands. His broad shoulders were shaking, and muffled, broken sobs filled the quiet room.

“Katsuki…” you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

His head snapped up, his red, tear-streaked eyes locking onto yours. For a moment, neither of you moved, and then he scrambled to his feet, stumbling toward you.

“You’re back,” he choked out, his voice hoarse. “I—I thought you weren’t going to come back.”

The sight of him—so raw and vulnerable—made your chest tighten. “I just needed some time,” you admitted, your voice wavering. “I didn’t know how to feel about what happened.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice breaking again. “I swear I didn’t mean to. I’d never hurt you on purpose. I—I was so mad, and I wasn’t thinking, and—” He stopped, his hands clenching into fists at his sides as his tears continued to fall. “I’m so sorry.”

You stepped closer, your own tears spilling over as you reached out to him. His breath hitched as you placed a hand on his arm, grounding him.

“I know you didn’t mean to,” you said softly. “But it still hurt, Katsuki. It scared me.”

His expression crumpled at your words, and he fell to his knees, gripping your hands tightly. “I’m the one who’s supposed to protect you,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “And I messed that up. I don’t know how to make it right.”

You knelt down with him, squeezing his hands. “We’ll figure it out,” you said gently. “But we need to talk about this. We can’t just let it go.”

He nodded, his grip on your hands tightening as though he was afraid you’d disappear again. “I’ll do whatever it takes,” he promised, his voice steady despite the tears. “I just… I can’t lose you.”

“You’re not going to lose me,” you said, pulling him into a hug. He clung to you like his life depended on it, burying his face in your shoulder as the weight of the moment settled between you.

In that embrace, you both silently vowed to work through the pain together, to rebuild the trust shaken by that one fleeting moment.

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Todays victom: Colby