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Izuku holding you sweetly in his arms, kissing your face and whispering sweet things to you after he found you relapsed and self harmed..telling you you're going to be alright. His hand gently caresses your back as your face is snuggled into his chest

"you got this.. you were doing so well,and im so proud of how far you've come. You made amazing progress,you're so strong..even after you relapsed

He whispers to you in a calm and soothing tone while making sure you're comfortable in his arms,not planning on letting you go soon

"please don't try to hurt yourself ever again,I don't think I could handle more of this,I care too much about you"

He places another kiss on your forehead, pulling you in closer to him, holding you even tighter

"I love you so much..you know that right? You're so amazingly strong. You're my everything and you mean so much to me..you're so loved"

Hihi!! U said ud like to start doing more writings rather than smaus, so I thought I’d leave u a writing request this time! Okay so picture this, it’s post-war with bakugou x mia!reader who was presumed dead but apparently was just stranded in the middle of nowhere (this part is kind of a plothole but if u could figure out something that would be sososo amazing!!) and after like 6 months finally reunite post-war?? Ofc take ur time and stay healthy author !! Love ur work !!<3333

six months too late | k. bakugo

bakugo thought you were gone. for six months, he lived with that weight. but fate had other plans—and now, you're standing right in front of him.

bakugo had never been good at dealing with grief.

anger? sure. fear? he could mask it. pain? he lived with that shit daily. but grief? real, soul-crushing loss that settled deep in his bones and refused to leave? that was different.

and it was eating him alive.

you had been gone for six months.

the war ended, but not without casualties. the city was rebuilding, heroes stretched thin trying to repair the damage. civilians were starting to feel safe again. life was moving on.

but bakugo couldn't.

because you weren't there.

no body. no trace. no closure.

just... gone.

they'd looked for you. he'd looked for you—refused to stop even after the others tried to tell him it was no use. rescue teams had combed through the rubble, searching collapsed buildings and debris for any sign of you. but all they ever found were reminders of how brutal the battle had been.

a boot. blood on the pavement.

but never you.

bakugo had stood there, watching as they cleared the wreckage, hands clenched into fists so tight his nails left crescent moons in his palms. he didn't speak. didn't move.

he didn't cry.

because if he did—if he let that crack form even for a second—he wouldn't survive it.

he stopped saying your name after the first month.

it hurt too much.

everyone could see it. he wasn't the same.

bakugo still trained with the same intensity, still went through the motions of being a hero-in-training, but the fire was gone. his explosions felt duller. his anger, less controlled.

the dorms were quieter without you. your laugh used to echo through the hallways, bright and infectious. you'd tease him relentlessly, calling him out on his bullshit with that signature grin he pretended to hate.

now? silence.

even his friends had stopped trying to get him to talk about it. they didn't ask how he was doing anymore—probably because they knew the answer.

shitty.

he was doing shitty.

bakugo didn't sleep much anymore.

every time he closed his eyes, he saw you.

not the way he wanted to remember you—smiling, happy, calling him an idiot when he tried to act cool.

no.

he saw you in that moment.

the war. the smoke. the chaos.

"get out of here!" you'd screamed, shoving him back, your eyes wide with desperation. "go, bakugo!"

he didn't listen. he never would.

but then—the explosion.

a flash of light. a deafening roar.

and you were gone.

bakugo woke up most nights with his heart pounding, breath ragged as he reached for something—someone—who wasn't there.

his bed was cold. the dorm was quiet.

and you were still gone.

he should've been there. should've done something. should've protected you.

bakugo had played that moment over in his head a thousand times, wondering where it went wrong. how he let you slip away. how he—of all people—had failed to save the one person he couldn't live without.

six months. that's how long it had been.

life didn't wait for grief to pass. UA moved forward. class 1-a graduated and stayed on as provisional heroes to assist with the rebuilding efforts. the dorms weren't as chaotic anymore. they were quiet. colder. bakugo still trained like his life depended on it. he threw himself into work with relentless determination, trying to drown out the ache that never went away. his body was exhausted, but it was nothing compared to the emptiness that gnawed at him from the inside.

kirishima watched him with worried eyes. mina tried to get him to open up, but he brushed her off. kaminari—even kaminari—stopped cracking jokes about "grumpy bakugo" because this... this wasn't just grumpiness. this was grief. and no one knew how to fix it.

bakugo didn't say it out loud, but he had given up. he stopped checking the reports. stopped listening when the search teams gave their updates. stopped hoping. because hoping hurt too much.

it was a random afternoon when everything changed. the sun was setting, casting long shadows over the UA campus. bakugo was heading back to the dorms after another grueling training session, his body sore and his mind numb. he was used to this feeling by now—the hollow ache in his chest that never fully went away.

but then—

"bakugo." the voice was soft. almost too soft. his brain didn't register it at first. it couldn't.

"katsuki."

that voice. his heart stopped.

slowly, like he was afraid moving too fast would break the fragile illusion, he turned around. and there you were. standing a few feet away, looking tired, worn, and a little worse for wear. but alive.

alive.

bakugo didn't move. didn't breathe.

"hey," you said, voice barely above a whisper, like you weren't sure he'd even want to see you.

bakugo's knees nearly gave out.

"holy shit," he breathed, his voice cracking as his feet finally moved. he stumbled forward like a man possessed, eyes locked on you as if he was afraid you'd disappear again if he blinked.

you didn't move. didn't speak. and then—you were in his arms.

bakugo crushed you against his chest, arms wrapped around you so tightly it was like he was trying to make sure this was real—that you were real.

"you're..." his voice broke, and he buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent like it would anchor him to reality. "you're real."

"i'm real," you murmured, your voice trembling as you clung to him just as desperately. "i'm here, katsuki."

bakugo's body shook. "where the fuck were you?" his voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper. "do you know how long i—"

"i know," you whispered, pulling back just enough to cup his face in your hands. "i know. i'm so sorry, katsuki."

his eyes were glassy, filled with too many emotions to name. anger. relief. pain. love.

"i thought..." his voice trailed off, and his grip on you tightened. "i thought i lost you."

"you didn't," you smiled, pressing your forehead against his. "i'm here now. i'm not going anywhere."

"swear it." his voice was barely audible, but the desperation in it was palpable.

"i swear."

bakugo's lips crashed against yours. it wasn't gentle. it was raw, desperate—a collision of lips and teeth and everything he'd been holding back for six long months. he kissed you like he was trying to make up for every second you'd been gone, like he was terrified this was still a dream. but you kissed him back just as fiercely.

and for the first time in six months, bakugo katsuki could breathe again.

you didn't talk about it right away. the first night, you stayed curled up in his bed, wrapped in his arms like he was afraid to let go. bakugo didn't sleep—just held you, his fingers tracing idle patterns on your skin, grounding himself in the steady rise and fall of your breathing. he didn't ask where you'd been. didn't ask how you survived. because right now? none of that mattered.

you were here. that was all that mattered.

days passed before you could bring yourself to tell him. about how the explosion had thrown you so far, so fast, that no one thought to look beyond the city. how you'd been buried under debris, barely clinging to life, until a group of villagers in a remote area found you and nursed you back to health.

how you'd spent every waking moment after that trying to get back to him.

"i tried, katsuki," you whispered, your voice barely audible as you sat on his bed, hands trembling in his. "i tried to come back."

"i know."

bakugo's thumb brushed over your knuckles, his touch gentle despite the storm in his eyes.

"i didn't mean to leave you."

"i know."

his jaw clenched, and he lifted your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your skin. "you're not leaving again."

"i'm not."

"swear it."

"i swear."

bakugo kissed you again, slower this time, softer—like he was memorizing every inch of you all over again. and for the first time in six months, he wasn't holding onto a ghost.

you stayed by his side after that. bakugo didn't sleep alone anymore. every night, he fell asleep with his arms around you, grounding himself in the steady rhythm of your heartbeat. and every morning, when he woke up and saw you there—he let himself believe that maybe, just maybe, everything would be okay again.

it wasn't easy. some days were harder than others. but you were there.

and bakugo?

he wasn't letting go this time.

not now. not ever.

Make his day, buy a bouquet!

Synopsis:

Florist!Izuku x reader

You tell Izuku that you plan to confess to your crush with a bouquet. He tries to keep it together but can't help but wonder who the lucky guy is. Later, when he finds you sitting alone on a bench in the pouring rain, tears streaming down your face, he's ready to throw hands.

Cw: gn!reader, hurt/comfort, friends to lovers, jealousy, Izuku is oblivious, reader kinda plays with his feelings(?), incredibly cheesy

Wc: 1.8k

Not beta read!!

The sun shone through the sheer panels while Izuku was cutting the stems of the fresh dahlias he had ordered the day before. He glanced at the clock: he still had a few minutes more before he had to open the shop. Once he was done, he set the pink beauties aside and flipped over the “closed” sign to “open”.

It was only nine in the morning so Izuku wasn’t expecting any customers. Most of the time people came by in the evening, ordering an arrangement for the next day or buying a quick bouquet of roses for a dinner date and whatnot. With that in mind he allowed himself to sink into this chair behind the counter; a mug of green tea in one hand and a pencil in the other. He might as well just work on a new arrangement design while he’s waiting for customers.

Just as his pencil starts grazing the paper, the bell above the door lets out a soft chime as a head pokes through the door.

Izuku's eyes met yours, his eyebrows raised. His surprised expression was replaced with a big smile in an instant.

“Why hello, my favourite customer,” He stood up and leaned on the counter with a grin stretching across his face.

His gaze lingered on you for a moment longer than necessary, a faint blush creeping onto his cheeks.

“So…what brings you here so early? I just opened the shop a few minutes ago.”

He supposed he shouldn’t really be surprised considering you’d been coming by pretty often since you’d first met.

Although you had met only a few months ago, you and Izuku had become close friends. You had stumbled upon his flower shop when it had just opened and happened to be his first ever customer. You were really sweet, listening to him ramble while he was preparing your bouquet, even offering to help when the shop was understaffed. The way you smiled at him sweetly and shook your head whenever he apologized for talking too much, or the way you’d prop your chin up against the palm of your hand and asked about the meaning of the flowers he was putting together— it just made him feel all gushy and flustered.

Despite working with flowers every day, Izuku had discovered that you were even more pleasing to look at than any of the flowers that were sitting pretty on the shelves.

He had never met anyone who was so attentive towards him, so patient with him. He found himself smiling every time you came by, eagerly waiting for the next time he’d get to chat with you.

You snort at the nickname and place your hands on the counter, leaning in a bit. “Today will be a great day, ‘Zuku. Today I'm going to confess to the guy I like!”

Izuku’s smile falters for a second and you don’t miss the way the light in his eyes dims.

“Oh.”

He quickly clears his throat and tries to maintain the cheerful demeanor he had just a second ago.

“Right! Right, uh..Of course. And I’m guessing you want to get him a bouquet? That’s really nice..I uh..Yeah, I can do that.”

He looks at the small smile plastered across your face— you seemed happy, you’d been his friend for a while so he should be happy for you, should be excited.

He clears his throat again, “So…Who’s the lucky guy? I don’t remember you mentioning anybody to me,” he asked, trying his best not to sound upset.

“Oh well, I met him a few months ago. He’s really sweet, and hella smart too,” you giggled, a faint blush on your cheeks.

Izuku felt his heart sink even further.

He gave a small nod and a forced smile, he was happy for you, really he was…

“ooh…he sounds nice.”

He looked up from the flowers he had already started picking out to meet your eyes again and quickly looked back down.

“Okay well, for the arrangement I think we start off with some white carnations, they uh..they are often associated with pure love and devotion.” he cleared his throat for what seemed like the fifth time. “Do you perhaps know what his favourite flower is?”

You perk up slightly, “lisianthuses” you cherp immediately.

Another pang of jealousy shot through him as he grabbed the requested flowers. Of course you knew the guy's favourite flowers off the top of your head.

“Lisianthuses…gratitude, appreciation, and lasting bonds. Also considered a symbol of rising above challenges,” he mutters, turning to the shelf behind him.

“Well, he has good taste. I like those too.”

He can’t help the bitter smile that forms on his face as you happily talk about your soon-to-be boyfriend.

“And they’ll fit nicely into the arrangement.” He adds, not daring to look up from the flowers he was working on.

You look through all the flower options before suggesting “I was thinking you could add some baby’s breath too. They represent innocence and purity, right?”

Izuku turned around to look at you with surprise,

“...You remember?”

“‘Course I remember. You think I don’t listen when you talk?” You tilted your head with a small smile.

He chuckled a bit, a smile of his own forming on his face, he shook his head, “I mean, you’re a great listener, but I tend to go on so much about the flowers that I didn’t know if you’d remember,” He grabbed a small handful of the white, bell shaped flowers, adding them into the arrangement carefully, setting them in the middle of the carnations, “but yeah, you’re right they symbolize purity and innocence…”

He finally looked up to meet your eyes.

“You’ll have to tell me how it goes…okay?” He tried his best to keep a cheerful tone.

You quickly nodded with a cheeky smile, “Trust me, you’ll be the first to know.”

Forcing another smile, he looked back at the bouquet, “Good.”

He set the vase down on the counter in front of you before he began wrapping it up in thin white crepe paper, trying his best to ignore the small ache in his heart knowing it was a gift for some other guy, “You know,” he said quietly, “whoever he is, he’s really lucky to have you” he looked you in the eyes and for a moment everything went still.

“There…all done.” He tied the ends of the paper with a pink ribbon before setting it down in front of you.

A small wave of heat passed over your face at his words, your lips curving into a small smile as you looked down at the finished bouquet of flowers, “I’m the lucky one…he’s incredible.” you said, not braking eye contact.

With a quiet huff, Izuku looked away to check you out.

It was now four in the afternoon, and there was rain coming down in relentless sheets. Luckily, Izuku had grabbed his umbrella on the way out.

His shift was over, and all he wanted was to go home, crawl into bed, and maybe cry himself to sleep. Was he being overly dramatic? Perhaps. But he’d been holding back tears from the moment you ordered that bouquet.

As he made his way through the park on his way home, he noticed a figure sitting hunched over on a bench. No umbrella, no raincoat. They were clutching what looked like a bouquet in their hands. The rain dripped from their hair and shoulders, yet they seemed lost in their own quiet world.

Could it be?

Izuku’s eyes widened as he quickened his pace, rushing toward the figure on the bench. And sure enough, it was you. As he drew closer, he caught the faint sound of quiet sniffles. He called your name softly twice before you slowly turned to face him.

“Izuku…?”

Your voice barely above a whisper.

His heart clenched at the look in your eyes—so miserable. It hurt him to see you like this, sitting there in the rain, tears shimmering on your cheeks.

“Hey now,” Izuku said softly, kneeling down in front of you and offering a gentle, reassuring smile. He held the umbrella above both of you, shielding you from the pouring rain as he looked into your eyes with concern. “What happened? Talk to me.”

“It’s just— it was supposed to be a surprise! It was meant to be romantic!” You sniffled again, voice trembling. “Once I had the bouquet, I wanted to get tickets for the flower show, but they were all sold out. And then it started pouring… the flowers got ruined, my clothes are soaked…and I just…everything’s a mess.”

Izuku’s eyebrows furrowed in sympathy. “Shh, it’s okay,” he murmured softly. “If he rejected you just because everything wasn't perfect then he's an idiot and doesn't deserve you. You’re doing all this for him, you put in all this effort.”

Your eyes met his, and for a moment, you hesitated before speaking again, “It’s for you. You’re the guy.” You took a shaky breath. “I planned this to ask you out. I was going to surprise you after your shift… but now everything’s ruined. I— I’m sorry.” You look down at your lap, avoiding eye contact.

Izuku’s eyes widened, and for a moment, he just stared at you, processing your words.He reached out gently, taking your trembling hands into his. You raised your gaze to him as you felt his warm fingers cup your cheek. Without another word, Izuku leaned in closer and pressed his lips softly to yours in a gentle, heartfelt kiss. The rain continued to fall around you both, but that didn’t upset you anymore.

He pulled away and a small, shy smile tugged at his lips as he squeezed your hands gently. “You don’t need a fancy plan or perfect timing, I already think you’re ama-” you cut him off by pulling him into another kiss. You could feel him smile against your lips.

“You’re gonna have to pay for what you put me through, though,” he teased softly, a playful glint in his eyes. “I can’t believe you had me make my own bouquet and then made me think it was for another guy!”

You giggled at his teasing, pressing another quick peck to his lips. “I know. That was cruel. But I was going to make it up to you with the flower show tickets!”

Izuku chuckled softly, his expression softening. “Whatever, I’m happy anyway.” He paused, then gently brushed a damp strand of hair from your face. “Now let’s get you home and dry you off, yeah?”

A/n: not my best work, feel like I definitely could've written this better. Also this was heavily inspired by this.

Please do not repost or translate my work. Reblogs and comments are appreciated though!

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