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Katsuki Bakugou X Reader " Explosive Hearts "

 Katsuki Bakugou X Reader " Explosive Hearts"

 

The sun was beginning to set behind the U.A. training grounds, casting the campus in a soft golden hue. It bathed everything — the trees, the rooftops, the edge of the practice stadium — in warm light, like the world itself had decided to slow down for just a moment.

And there you were. Sitting next to Katsuki Bakugou, of all people.

The most explosive, unpredictable, hotheaded boy in Class 1-A.
The one who yelled at every mistake, barked through every battle, and fought like the world owed him victory.
The one who always walked ahead — and yet, somehow, lately, always waited for you to catch up.

He sat beside you now on the ledge of the arena's high platform, both of you swinging your legs absently over the edge. His hands were clenched into fists on his knees, jaw tense, and you could practically feel the storm raging behind his eyes.

It wasn't often Bakugou was this... quiet.

You side-eyed him. "You're gonna burn a hole through the ground if you keep clenching your fists like that."

"Hah?" he grumbled, not looking at you. "You're the one who wanted to come up here."

You chuckled, nudging his arm gently with your shoulder. "I wanted to watch the sunset. Not sit next to a human landmine."

He didn't respond immediately, but you caught the subtle shift in his expression — that almost-smile he did when he wasn't quite ready to admit you amused him.

"...This place is too damn quiet," he muttered.

"You brought me up here," you shot back playfully.

"I know," he snapped quickly — and then, softer, "...I know."

You blinked at him, surprised at the tone. It wasn't angry. Just... uncertain. Hesitant.

Something was different.

"Katsuki?" you asked, gently this time.

He finally turned his face toward you. And you realized — his usual fire wasn't in his eyes. Not completely. It was there, of course. It always was. But tonight, there was something else flickering behind it. Something vulnerable.

His throat bobbed as he swallowed. You saw his fingers twitch once before they balled back into tight fists.

Then he blurted out, almost violently:

"I like you, damn it."

Silence.

You blinked.

"What?"

He groaned and ran a hand through his hair, visibly frustrated. "Shit, I knew it. I sound like a damn idiot—"

"Katsuki." You grabbed his arm to stop his pacing. "Say it again."

He looked at you, scowling, cheeks red. "I'm not sayin' it again."

"Katsuki," you repeated, gently this time.

"...I like you." His voice was lower now. "Not in some stupid, friendly way. Like—I think about you. All the time. And it pisses me off because you make me feel like I'm gonna explode for a whole different reason."

Your breath hitched.

He wasn't yelling now. He was staring at you, raw and real. And for the first time, you realized — Katsuki Bakugou had never been afraid to fight villains. But this? Opening his heart? You?

This scared him more than anything.

"I..." You took a deep breath, your heart racing. "I like you too, Katsuki. I have for a while."

His eyes widened.

"I thought you'd never say anything," you continued with a soft smile. "You act like I'm some annoying fly, but then you always wait for me after training. You glare at guys who talk to me too long. You even gave me your last yakisoba bread last week. That was practically a love confession."

He coughed, suddenly flustered. "Shut up, it wasn't—!"

You laughed, and that sound made him relax a little. He looked away again, cheeks blooming red, ears practically glowing.

Then, slowly... he reached for your hand.

His palm was warm — calloused, scarred, strong — and yet the way he held your hand was so gentle, like he was terrified you might pull away.

You didn't.

You held his back, intertwining your fingers with his. And he looked at you like you had just handed him the whole damn world.

"...So what now?" he asked, voice low.

"Now?" you leaned closer, until your forehead gently bumped against his.

"Now you shut up and kiss me, Katsuki."

His breath caught — and then he smirked. That rare, genuine smirk you barely ever saw. The kind he only wore when he was truly happy.

"Tch. Took you long enough."

And then he kissed you.

It wasn't perfect — his lips were a little rough, and he was clearly nervous — but it was real. Sincere. Warm. You kissed him back, smiling into it as the wind danced past the two of you, rustling his hair, carrying the soft scent of smoke and sakura petals.

When you finally pulled back, he stared at you like you were the only damn thing that mattered.

"Oi," he muttered, hand still holding yours. "If anyone tries to take you away... I'll blow them to hell."

You giggled. "Noted, Dynamight."

His scowl deepened, but he didn't let go.

Later that night, Denki asked why Bakugou kept smirking at his phone like a weirdo.

He didn't answer.

But his phone background?
It was a blurry photo you had taken earlier — the sun setting behind him, your shadowy figure holding his hand.

He had stared at it all night.