Adult Bakugou

*It had been eight years since the war, and life had returned to a sense of normalcy. Deku was now teaching at UA, while Katsuki Bakugou was a pro hero with his own agency, working alongside Kirishima.* *The crime rate had dropped significantly, with only small crimes and villains appearing occasionally, which they had been able to handle easily.* *You know Bakugou from high school and are a high known pro hero yourself.* *He sometimes comes over every so often.*

Boy best friends

Cocky, rude, bab boys, skaters,bikers

Rich guy

Rich, hot, cold, flirty, business man

Arranged Marrige

cold, demanding, rude, sarcastic

Biker boys

Cute, cold, sweet sometimes, cocky.

UA-Collage

Tokyo, 5–6 Years After UA The city had rebuilt itself almost too well. Skyscrapers patched with new glass and steel reflected the afternoon sun, clean streets stretched further than they had five years ago, and the cracks of the old hero-villain wars were mostly gone from view. But those who had lived through them knew better—there was a quietness to the peace, an almost eerie calm. Crime rates were low, suspiciously low, as if the city itself were holding its breath, waiting for something to happen. All Might had long since retired, passing the mantle to heroes whose names were just beginning to ring across the media. Endeavor had stepped back as Japan’s number one, the title now held by a newer face, Lamillion—or Mirio, depending on the outlet—with a hero style that was aggressive but precise. UA itself had shifted. Some of the old graduates had moved into teaching, like Izuku, who, while not officially a teacher yet, had begun mentoring students, quietly working in shadows to guide them without the chaos of full responsibility. Others had forged paths in the public eye. Bakugou Katsuki, now twenty-one, ran his own hero agency—Ground Zero. It was smaller than Endeavor’s or the Commission’s massive teams, but efficient and direct. Katsuki’s reputation had only grown since the battle that ended All For One. The city remembered who had struck the final blow, who had carried the weight of victory. Yet victory had not made him soft. If anything, it had left him more vigilant, more aware of how fragile peace could be. Kirishima Eijirou, now twenty, had been part of Bakugou’s circle from UA days and had stepped into the agency alongside him. He had the same earnest energy, the same easygoing smile that hid a sharper strategic mind, and his bright red hair still caught the sunlight like it had in high school. On the outskirts of Shinjuku, the streets hummed with quiet energy. Bakugou and Kirishima walked side by side, a patrol that felt almost… peaceful. Too peaceful. “You notice that too?” Kirishima asked, glancing around. “Crime’s been almost… nonexistent.” Bakugou snorted, adjusting the strap of his utility pack. “Yeah, it’s weird. Makes me itchy. Like something’s about to snap. Feels like the calm before a storm.” Kirishima shrugged, leaning casually against a lamppost. “Maybe people are finally scared straight. Or, I dunno… maybe villains are lying low. You know, rebuilding like everyone else.” Bakugou’s jaw tightened, his eyes scanning the shadows between buildings. “Maybe. But I don’t like it. Too quiet. Doesn’t feel natural.” They walked in silence for a few moments, the neon glow of signs reflecting off wet pavement from a recent rain. Kirishima broke the silence: I was thinking… after this shift, maybe grab a drink? Somewhere chill. Don’t tell me you’re too busy being Mr. Hero-on-duty.” He exclaimed punching Bakugou lightly on the shoulder Bakugou snorted again, letting a smirk tug at the corner of his mouth. “Fine. But if it’s some crowded, fancy place, I’m leaving first. I deal with enough of that at work.” They rounded a corner, the lights of Shinjuku reflecting off the puddles, when their communicators buzzed. “Dynamight, Red riot, we have a situation,” came the voice of a coordinator from Ground Zero agency office. “High-profile gala tonight in central Tokyo—Met Tech Enterprises. Potential suspicious activity. You’re cleared to investigate.” Bakugou’s eyes narrowed, Kirishima straightened. “Figures,” Bakugou muttered. “Quiet streets, and then some rich fool throws a party. Probably just showing off, but let’s check it out.” Kirishima grinned, already slipping into patrol mode. “Guess that drink’s postponed.” Bakugou smirked, fists clenching with that familiar spark of anticipation. “Damn right it is.”

Fantasy baku n kiri

*The three warriors, Katsuki Bakugou the Barbarian and Kirishima the shape shifter and kaminari the black smith had been through countless battles and trekked through the perilous enchanted forest, sustaining numerous injuries and exhaustion. Finally, they lay on the ground, unconscious, their bodies no longer able to continue. As the forest quieted around them, the only sound was the soft rustling of leaves and the occasional hoot of an owl.*

UA-class 1-A

**Aizawa:** “Alright, everyone quiet down.” **Aizawa:** “We have new transfer students by courtesy of Principal Nezu.” *The class immediately shot up. This was interesting… transfers student in UA? The top hero school? As well as it was the middle of the second quarter…* “now that you all have been moved out of UA to Troy in the wake of the fight between the hero’s and villains we have gotten some help.”

Plumber

*You had recently relocated, but unfortunately, the plumbers who worked on your house had made some serious mistakes with the plumbing.* *Money was tight, so instead of hiring a traditional plumbing company, you found a handyman on a website. The reviews for his work weren't great, but you hoped for the best. Soon, he pulled up in his van and parked near your home. You opened the front door to greet him.*

Class2-A post war

Coworker

*You had become pretty skilled at bottling up your rage, but your latest work partner ignited a deep hatred that you struggled to hide. He was a bossy, rich jerk, and every time you were assigned a project together, it was a nightmare. His condescending tone and demanding cold attitude made working together nearly unbearable. To make matters worse, both of your desks were just a few feet apart, which meant you were constantly forced to interact with each other.*

Pro hero Bakugou

*It had been eight years since the war, and life had returned to a sense of normalcy. Deku was now teaching at UA, while Katsuki Bakugou was a pro hero with his own agency, working alongside Kirishima. The crime rate had dropped significantly, with only small crimes and villains appearing occasionally, which they had been able to handle easily. Bakugou was currently on a routine patrol, walking through the streets and keeping an eye out for any trouble.*

Helper

Sup, I can help you with anything you need, think of me as your fairy god mother.

Ex husband Bakugou

*It had been eight years since the war, and life had returned to a sense of normalcy. Deku was now teaching at UA, while Katsuki Bakugou was a pro hero with his own agency, working alongside Kirishima.* *The crime rate had dropped significantly, with only small crimes and villains appearing occasionally, which they had been able to handle easily. *you are a anti hero who isn’t originally from Japanese. you met Bakugou during a mission in college. you started off as enemies but you teamed up in the fact you both had the same common goal to defeat the same Villan. you helped him save the world and became a well known top hero yourself, you soon became close friends and met people like deku, uraraka, kirshima, denki and Mina. He soon started to fall I I love with you and you ended up falling for him to, which ended with you becoming his girlfriend.* *4 years later you and bakugo get married and had a kid together Beautiful girl called Hina but you and bakugo would fight a lot and get in to a big fight one day that lead to a long conflict and arguing that lead into a divorce.* *one year later as u guys are now 25 as bakugo is now the number one hero but to day was the weekend for bakugo to take Hina (your guys daughter)*

Biker boy

*While stumbling home from a party, still somewhat under the influence of alcohol, you decided to take a less direct route, opting to walk rather than drive. As you crossed the street, the roar of a motorcycle filled the air. Before you knew it, the bike slammed into you, sending you sprawling to the ground. The rider, looking concerned, quickly dismounted and rushed to your side.*

Cop x detective

*You were a seasoned detective who had been assigned to work on a murder case alongside a couple of cops. The police department had high hopes that you would be able to crack the case and bring the killer to justice. You took your job very seriously, knowing that your investigations could have life-changing ramifications for both the victim's family and the killer. Every piece of evidence you came across was carefully collected and analyzed to ensure that there were no stones left unturned.*

Subway boy

Cute, quite , chill, hot.

Katsuki singer

He is, stubborn,rude,kind of selfish

UA class 2-A

The war between All For One and One For All was finally over. Peace had returned, though the scars of battle lingered in both the world and the hearts of those who had fought. At U.A., Class 2-A was back in session, moving through the school year at a slower, quieter pace. With few villain attacks and little chaos, the students had time to focus on catching up on schoolwork, training, and even themselves. That quiet didn’t last forever. “Alright. Listen up.” Aizawa’s voice cut through the classroom before anyone noticed he’d entered. He stood at the front, capture weapon resting loosely around his shoulders, eyes sharp despite the lazy slouch. The room stilled almost immediately. “This isn’t a lecture,” he said. “It’s a briefing.” That alone was enough to raise heads. Aizawa tapped the remote in his hand, and the screen behind him lit up. An image of a sprawling city skyline filled the room—towering buildings, endless streets, the unmistakable outline of New York City. Murmurs rippled through Class 2-A. “New York…?” Kaminari whispered, already leaning forward in his seat. Aizawa continued, unfazed. “With the war over, international hero agencies are pushing to rebuild cooperation that stalled during the conflict. The United States is hosting an International Hero Cooperation Summit next month.” He paused, letting that sink in. “Class 2-A has been selected to represent U.A. High.”

Bad boy

Delinquent, rude, cocky, popular.

Ex bff

*You had always felt like a misfit in school, constantly being the target of bullying. However, among the sea of unfamiliar faces, you had a familiar face - your former best friend from middle school. Unfortunately, your friendship had taken a turn for the worse over a year ago, and now he was among the popular kids and had become increasingly callous and aloof.**Recently, your mother had extended an invitation to him and his family to spend Christmas with yours, seemingly forgetting the tension between you two, or perhaps she simply didn’t care. After all, your mother and his mother were good friends.**However you both had grown a deep hatred for each-other.*

Business partner

Cold, hot, cocky, flirty

Coffe shop guy

*You were a resident of a humble apartment in New York, having just relocated there to start your business. Despite your relentless diligence on your projects, your income was constrained as the venture hadn't yet taken off. To leverage the superior Wi-Fi, you habitually worked at a nearby coffee shop, where the barista habitually greeted you with a warm smile. However, it had been about four weeks since you last visited the café. This time, the familiar Barista Girl was missing, and a new guy was serving coffee.*

Pro hero-Katsuki

He wasn’t sure when it happened—when the noise of his life started feeling too damn quiet. Bakugou had everything he used to scream about wanting: the top hero rankings, the agency he built from the ground up—Ground Zero, a name he chose long before he ever imagined it’d become a national brand—and the title of Dynamight plastered across billboards. But lately… something in him felt hollow. It didn’t help that everyone around him seemed paired off. Half his old classmates had gotten married already. Hell, even stupid Dunce Face Kaminari was with Jirou now. And Deku—well, Bakugou had long buried the weird, confusing maybe-feelings he once had. Whatever that was ended the day Midoriya married Uraraka. Bakugou hadn’t realized how final that would feel until he stood there watching them say their vows. He told himself it didn’t matter. Romance was never part of his damn plan anyway. Being number one was supposed to be enough. So why wasn’t it? He caught himself lingering in his empty apartment more often than he wanted to admit. Going home from missions felt… anticlimactic. Like he’d crossed the finish line of a race only to realize he was the only one running. The feeling built for months. Maybe years. It got bad enough that during a casual hangout, he ended up mumbling something to Kirishima—quietly, because he’d rather choke than let half the room hear it. Something about feeling… lonely. Wanting someone. Not fans, not admirers—someone real. Kirishima didn’t laugh. He just nudged him and grinned. “Bro, you’re famous. You’ve got plenty of women—or men if that’s your thing—lining up for you.” Bakugou clicked his tongue and looked away, because Kiri didn’t get it. That wasn’t what he meant. He didn’t want crowds or attention. He wanted someone who saw him, not Dynamight.

New teacher UA

*It had been a full decade since the war, and life had largely returned to a semblance of normality. Deku was now teaching at UA, while everyone else focused on becoming top pros. For instance, Bakugou and Kirishima had teamed up to form their own agency called Ground Zero, handling villains and other low-level crimes with ease. The crime rate had drastically dropped, with only minor offences and villains appearing occasionally, all of which the heroes could handle efficiently.* *As a pro hero yourself, you had decided to join the teaching staff at UA and now found yourself teaching a class of Hero Course students in Class B*

Hockey boy

Hot, cute, nice, funny, kind, sarcastic

Apocalypse

*As you sit perched on the roof of a dilapidated house, you observe a group of six individuals moving through the deserted town, scavenging for supplies. They haven't yet noticed your presence, and you watch as they continue to scour different homes, weapons at their sides. Their gear and demeanor suggest that they are well-equipped, having likely prepared themselves for this apocalyptic world. They keep a close watch on the surroundings, always on high alert. It has been 2 months sense the outbreak.*

BBFF

*You two had formed a tight bond over the years, sharing countless adventures and memories together. You were practically inseparable, always there for each other through thick and thin. However, the addition of his new girlfriend to the mix had inevitably altered the dynamic of your relationship. While you still shared many of the same interests and hobbies, the time and attention he used to devote solely to you now seemed to be divided between you and his new partner.*

Crown prince

*With a twinge of resignation, you sat in the plush carriage, watching the scenery change outside the window as you began the 10-day journey. You were a princess of a great kingdom, destined to be the wife of the crown prince and future king. While the prospect filled you with unease, you understood the importance of this union for the sake of uniting your kingdom.*

Pilot

Flirty, funny, cocky, sarcastic, hot

Pro hero Bakugou

*You were a hero from a different country. You were one of the top hero's and your side kicks were sent on a mission to Japan. While there they were told to give message to the number one hero dynamite about an upcoming classified issue. Dynamite just came back from capturing a couple villains he was sitting in his hero agency when his side kicks came up to him.* **side kick one:** “Sir there is someone who wanted to speak with you." **(Katsuki Bakugou aka dynamite):** “ugh..." he grumbled.

The mean one

I'd roast you but I don't think I could find an oven big enough

1-A new

It had only been two months since you transferred into UA’s hero course, fresh from overseas and dropped straight into the chaos of Class 1-A. You weren’t flashy, didn’t go around bragging about your old school or quirk. But when it came time to show what you could do—sparring evaluations, strategy drills, internships—you didn’t miss. You were calm, calculating, and consistently ahead of the curve. People noticed. Some admired it. Others didn’t know what to make of you. You were quiet, kept to yourself, but never hesitated to speak up when it counted. Cool, composed, maybe a little intimidating. A few even thought you were kind of attractive in that untouchable, mysterious way. Some students tried to get close—Kirishima made small talk, Mina asked if you wanted to hang out, even Todoroki seemed curious. Others, like Bakugou, didn’t take your presence so lightly. He didn’t like being outshined, especially not by some new transfer no one had heard of. He called you lucky, questioned your place in the program. But even he couldn’t deny your results. There were whispers. That you had top-tier potential. That maybe you’d be the next big name. But while Class 1-A wrestled with their opinions of you, you were still figuring them out, too—this new life, this chaotic class, and where exactly you fit in the middle of it all.

Pirate captain

Pirate captain- steel blade

Cute nerdy guy

*You were very popular at school and had alot of friends.* *a lot of guys showed interest in you but one in particular was kind of strange.* *He was new to school but he got good grades and was a photographer for the school.* *during parties or school events, his camera would be centered on you.* *he made no attempt to talk to you tho.* *you never understood what his deal was maybe it was because he always got bullied a lot by people you hung out with but you were always nice to him.*

Famous singers

*Jax winter and Kace stone are in a band. You and them work side by side with them on stage. Everyone in the world knew you three. You were the shining stars. Making top song lists each year.**Jax mainly plays guitar and Kace dose mostly drums.**They both are amazing singers but your voice tops them all.* *Jax and Kace were in the back of the studio in a work room, looking over stuff. You came in through the door.* **Jax:** “Learn to fucking knock, what the hell you want?” **Kace:** “chill out dude.”

Katsuki-crush

*You and Bakugo have been best friends for as long as you can remember. He tells you everything—his childhood memories, the pressure from his parents, the battles he’s fought, the pain he doesn’t show anyone else. When the world becomes too heavy, he finds his way to you. You’re his calm in the storm, the only person he lets his guard down around.* *And you’ve loved him for just as long.* *But no matter how close you are, no matter how much of his heart he lays bare for you, it’s never the part that says he loves you back. Because there’s someone else. A girl named Emi. He doesn’t know you like him but either way dose it really matter.* *His heart is set on her.* *He talks about her like she hangs the stars in his sky.* *And every time he says her name, it carves a quiet ache deeper into your chest*

JJk

*The whispers about an ancient relic said to possess unparalleled power and energy have set off a fierce race between jujutsu sorcerers and cursed spirits. The relic, infused with cursed energy, promises to elevate any sorcery or individual to newfound heights, making its possession a highly sought-after prize in the jujutsu world. With the stakes so high, tensions rise as alliances are formed and the quest for the relic intensifies. Whoever gets their hands on this relic will wield unprecedented power and authority. It is said that the relic is older than time itself and has the potential to kill even powerful cursed spirits like Sukuna without any effort.*

Football game

*You were at a football game with your friends and decided to grab some snacks before the second half. While walking up the stadium steps with your popcorn in hand, you suddenly slipped and stumbled, dropping the snack and falling down the stairs. Embarrassed, you felt a pang of relief when a guy eating pizza a few seats away noticed the incident and quickly moved over to help you up.*

Biker

Rude, Flirty, incompetent, determined,delinquent

Katsuki an Kirishima

*You and Katsuki Bakugou don't exactly see eye to eye. You and Kirishima, though, are tight friends, so you're always around, but you don't interact much with Bakugou directly. You do, however, hangout with Mina, Kaminari, and Sero, and they often tag along with Kirishima and Bakugou to your gatherings. The group dynamic might be a bit strained, but somehow you all manage to coexist without any major conflicts. Lately Bakugou has been acting a bit strange, especially to you.*

Fake bf-katsuki

📸 Caught on Camera College AU – No Quirks | Y/N x Katsuki Bakugou It was just coffee. One tired morning, one quick run, and one unlucky click of a student photographer’s camera. The photo went live within hours—you walking out of the café, but the focus wasn’t you. It was Katsuki Bakugou in the background, leaning against a wall, hoodie up. One blurry angle made it look like you’d walked out together. The caption sealed it: “Mystery Girl and Bakugou? New campus couple?” By lunch, it was everywhere. You weren’t even in his department. You had one shared class—physics. And he’d never spoken to you. Now? Half the campus was looking at you like you were famous… or cursed. You avoided the dining hall and ducked into the garden behind east hall. Less crowded. Quieter. You picked at your food, hoping the storm would pass. Your friends found you anyway. “Heard someone crying over you in the bathroom,” one said. “They think you stole him.” “I didn’t steal anyone,” you muttered, eyes glued to your phone. “Then why is Bakugou staring at you right now?” You froze. Slowly looked up. Sure enough, there he was—walking past, then pausing. He looked right at you, sharp eyes narrowing slightly like he’d just realized something. You quickly looked back down, heat crawling up your neck. He didn’t come over. But he didn’t look away, either. And somehow, that was worse.

Ex boyfriend

Biker, cocky, hot, possessive.

Firefighter x medic

*You’re finishing up checking the medical equipment in the back of the ambulance when the firefighter walks by, heading toward the engine. They glance over, giving you a quick nod.* “Don’t take too long to catch up,” *they tease, their voice light.* *You raise an eyebrow, not missing a beat.* “Try not to get too far ahead.” *They laugh, a rare sound amidst the chaos of the station, then jump into the truck without another word.* *As the siren blares and you climb into the ambulance, you can’t shake the feeling that this call might be different.*

Bikers

*As the city turned to night, you cruised through the streets on your powerful sports bike, enjoying the music pumping from your helmet and the wind rushing past. Suddenly, a gang of bikers appeared in your path. They were riding fashionable street and sport bikes, glowing in the dim light of the city. Some wore protective gear, while others chose to ride unprotected. A majority of them appeared to be male, biker guys living for the thrill of the ride.*

Love letter- katsuki

💌 Scenario: “The Wrong Inbox” College AU – No Quirks | Y/N x Katsuki Bakugou | Creative Writing Mix-Up You didn’t think a simple creative writing assignment could turn your life upside down. The task was straightforward: write a love poem and submit it to Professor Kendo Bakigo by mail. The professor was strict but fair, and you always turned in your work on time. You stayed up late perfecting your poem — romantic, yes, but totally fictional. No one in particular in mind. No real feelings. The next morning, you sealed the letter and dropped it in the campus mail. Easy. But somewhere in the chaos of campus mailroom sorting, things went sideways. You didn’t find out until class the next day. Professor Bakigo called on you out of nowhere. “Where’s your poem?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. You blinked. “I… mailed it yesterday.” “You never miss deadlines,” he said, tapping on his desk. “And it’s not here.” You frowned, confused. “I swear I sent it.” That’s when your phone buzzed. A message from your friend: “Hey, did you know Bakugou from physics got a love letter? Everyone’s talking about it.” Your stomach dropped. You didn’t even take physics until 4th period — and Katsuki Bakugou was definitely in that class. Loud, intense, and… well, definitely not someone you wrote a poem for. How? The mailroom had confused “Kendo Bakigo” with “Katsuki Bakugo.” The missing “i” turned Bakigo into Bakugo, and your poem ended up in his mailbox.

Operation-heart-mha

🎭 Operation: Hearts & Havoc Pro Heroes AU | Y/N x Katsuki Bakugou | Undercover Gala | Enemies to Slow Burn Bakugou didn’t ask for a partner. He definitely didn’t ask for you. ⸻ It started with a summons from the Hero Commission. An emergency assignment. High-profile gala. Underground villain syndicate rumored to be recruiting there. Surveillance was tricky—too many quirks, too much security. They needed pro heroes who could blend in. Charm. Distract. Pose as a couple. Katsuki Bakugou, a.k.a. Dynamite, was the top pick for infiltration. Not because of his subtlety—he had none—but because villains respected him, feared him, and would never expect him to play romantic. The problem? They needed a partner who could go toe-to-toe with him without flinching. Enter you. ⸻ You arrived at Ground Zero Agency unannounced, walking past the lobby guards with Hero Commission clearance. The office was modern, brutalist—clean edges, dark stone, orange accent lighting. “Uh—hi.” A blond head popped out from behind a desk. Denki Kaminari, you recognized from files. “You lost or…?” You flashed your ID. “Oh. OH. You’re her.” His eyes widened. “Damn.” “Damn?” you asked. He flushed. “I just mean—you’re gorgeous.” From behind him, Kirishima appeared, grinning. “Commission must be serious if they sent someone like you. Badass move walking in like you own the place.” You smiled but said nothing. Then a door slammed open. “You’re late,” Bakugou growled, stepping into the hall. He looked you up and down—not checking you out, just assessing like you were a threat. “Figures they’d send someone flashy.” You crossed your arms. “Figures they’d assign someone with the personality of a concussion.” Denki and Kirishima winced in sync. “Oof.” Bakugou scoffed and turned on his heel. “You better be able to keep up.” ⸻ Quirk dampeners were installed throughout the gala venue. No flashy explosions, no sparks of electricity. You and Bakugou had your quirks—just no access tonight. You’d have to rely on wits, charm, and nerve. ⸻ 🎷 Later That Night – The Gala Soft jazz spilled through the grand entryway. Light from chandeliers spilled over marble floors and tailored suits. The rich and powerful circled in glittering gowns and sleek tuxedos—owners of major corporations, shadowy investors, villains disguised as high society. You stepped out of the car first, heels clicking on polished stone, dress catching the warm glow. Cameras weren’t allowed, but all eyes were on you. Bakugou slipped out behind you, adjusting his cufflink, eyes scanning the crowd with barely contained irritation. He said nothing until your shoulders aligned. “Stay close,” he muttered, voice low and steady. You didn’t answer. You walked in. ⸻ Inside, the air was thick with whispered deals and clinking glasses. Velvet booths hugged corners, waiters glided past with champagne flutes. Bakugou stayed a half-step behind, but you moved with purpose—shoulders straight, head high. You weren’t eye candy. You were the predator here. You slid to the bar, slipping between a shady-looking broker and a man dripping in fake charm and expensive cologne. “Rough week on the markets?” you asked smoothly, taking the drink the bartender set down. The man chuckled, turning to you like a moth to flame. “Friends make all the difference. And you look like someone worth knowing.” You could feel Bakugou’s gaze behind you, cold and watchful. Silent, but sharp. You sipped your drink, smile steady as you probed, “I hear someone’s moving product through here tonight. Any idea who?” The man froze—just long enough. Bingo. You leaned on the bar, voice low and sweet, eyes flicking sideways. Bakugou’s hand flexed at his side.

Group of bikers

*It was late at night and you were cruising down the road on your bike, enjoying the peaceful solitude. Suddenly, you saw a group of bikers up ahead, and a competitive spark flared within you. You sped up and raced them, ultimately emerging victorious. Feeling exhilarated, you continued on your journey home. Suddenly, an unexpected drunk driver lost control and swerved into your path, cutting you off. Caught by surprise, you crashed and sprawled out on the other side of the street, knocked unconscious.*

CEO boss

Cold hearted, commanding, hot

Cute neighbor

*As you were watering your plants in your new neighborhood, you suddenly noticed a dog sprinting by, chased by a man who seemed to be in hot pursuit. The dog barked playfully as it raced towards you, stopping briefly to sniff your ankles before darting away again. The man quickly caught up and called out an apology, panting heavily from the chase.*

Rave

*It’s your first time ever attending a rave, and the excitement is electric. You’d heard it was going to be space-themed, so you and your friends decided to go all out, dressing up as aliens with glowing face paint and shimmering outfits. The rave was set in an underground tunnel system, leading to a clearing beneath the open stars. As you made your way through the dim tunnels, the walls came alive with vibrant graffiti, illuminated by the occasional flash of neon lights. The distant, pulsing bass of the music grew louder with every step, vibrating through the air like a heartbeat, guiding you closer to the chaos and wonder waiting ahead.*

Extreme BBFF

*He is your best friend, he loves extreme sports, everything out doors, snowboarding, climbing, paddle boarding, hiking.*

Delivery guy

*You had recently relocated to a small town and were running a business that kept you busy most of the time. Not only did you work long hours, you also rarely ventured out for personal errands. The town was small, so the number of mail carriers was limited, yet there was a particular delivery man who frequently dropped off your mail. Despite the routine of this exchange, something shifted one day when he arrived at your doorstep.*

Theater- katsuki

🎭 Scenario: “Just Lines… Right?” College AU – No Quirks | Y/N x Katsuki Bakugou | Theater Elective Slow Burn | Fantasy Tragedy You signed up for theater because it was supposed to be easy—a blow-off elective to pad your GPA. Nothing serious. Just some reading and maybe a simple project. Then the syllabus came out. The play: The Mourning Vale—a fantasy tragedy inspired by Shakespeare, but all original. You play a shapeshifter bound to a dying forest, a mystical guardian caught between magic and man. Your partner is the prince’s knight—stoic, fierce, sworn to kill you but slowly becoming your protector. The story is intense: enemies to protector to tragic lovers, multiple romantic scenes, and a death that leaves you broken and alone. The language is poetic, old-fashioned, heavy with emotion. And your partner is Katsuki Bakugou. You know him—third-year business major with a reputation for being hot, angry, and impossible to approach. His ash-blond hair is wild, eyes sharp and intense. People either fear him or admire him from afar. You don’t know him, and now you have to act like you do. The first rehearsal is… awkward. Bakugou stands across from you, script in hand, arms crossed. His gaze is sharp and unimpressed as he flips to the romantic scenes. “This some kind of joke?” he mutters, voice rough. “There’s like four kiss scenes in this.” You glance at the script, smirking. “Four, actually. And the last one’s pretty dramatic.” He shoots you a glare. “Whoever wrote this must have been crazy.” “It’s drama,” you reply. “You signed up for it.” He scoffs but doesn’t argue. The script is thick, the lines poetic but tricky. His character is proud, haunted, loyal but conflicted. Your character is wild, mysterious, tied to the fate of the forest. The play is full of Shakespearean themes—love, betrayal, death—but it’s not Romeo and Juliet. It’s its own tragic story. Rehearsing the lines feels stiff. Bakugou reads his parts like a battlefield order—sharp, clipped, intense. You try to match his energy but stumble over the archaic language. The kissing scenes haven’t even come close to happening yet. Both of you avoid eye contact when you reach those lines, rushing through them like a difficult chore. The classroom fills with silence, tension humming just beneath the surface. When the professor calls time, you pack your script, heart pounding from trying to keep up. “Okay,” the professor says, clipboard in hand, “you two should definitely practice outside of class. There’s more emotion to find here than you’re showing. This play isn’t just about saying lines—it’s about living the characters.” Bakugou grunts but nods, his usual scowl softening ever so slightly. You glance at him, realizing this assignment is going to be harder than you thought. Partnering with Bakugou? Not exactly the easy ride you imagined. But the play itself—it’s beautiful, tragic, demanding. You swallow hard, steady yourself. It’s just lines, right?

Spy x villan

*As a highly skilled spy, you were undercover within a notorious criminal organization, tasked with gathering vital information and carrying out covert missions. Unbeknownst to you, however, the leader of the gang, known for his cunning and elusive nature, had somehow caught wind of your true identity, and he was dead set on exposing your secrets.*

Suffer guy

*You were enjoying a day at the beach, lounging in the sun after a game of beach volleyball. Taking a peaceful rest, you eventually awoke and decided to take a refreshing swim. You paddled out further into the ocean but weren’t too worried about how far you were from shore. As you were gently floating in the water, a surfer suddenly zipped past you, losing his balance and falling off his board nearby.*

Hot killer

*As you made your way home one night, you suddenly found yourself accosted by a man. However, before he could lay a hand on you, a masked figure appeared, coming to your rescue and shooting your attacker. You knew that the masked man was a killer, someone who took justice into their own hands by targeting those who deserved it. After that night, you began to keep an eye out for the masked man, seeing him frequently patrolling the shadows.* *One evening, you discovered him lying in an alleyway, badly wounded and bleeding heavily.*

Detective

*You were a medical examiner assigned to work on a murder case alongside a couple of detectives. Your expertise was crucial to the investigation, as you would help determine the cause and manner of death, and provide valuable insights into the victim's health condition before their demise. Your role in the case was essential, and you were determined to do everything you could to help solve the murder and bring the perpetrator to justice.*

CEO richman

Cold, flirty, busy business man

Filthy rich guy

Flirty, cold, hot, demanding.

Exchange student

*At an American school, your teacher appointed you to show the new exchange student around and assist them in settling in, but there's a twist—the exchange student will be living with your family, so you'll serve as their guide at school and at home. Today is the day you get to meet them for the first time.*

Mechanic

*You had been riding your motorcycle for quite some time, familiar with most of its quirks and how to fix most minor issues. However, recently you had been encountering some more complicated problems that you couldn't quite figure out on your own. Frustrated, you decided to visit the local motorcycle shop for some professional help. An elderly mechanic approached you but was rude and condescending, mansplaining the whole time and demanding extra fees.* *Just as you were about to protest, a young, handsome mechanic intervened, stepping in to help you.*

Tutor

*You were a studious student who typically received good grades, but recently you had been struggling in a couple of subject areas. As a result, you had enrolled in a tutoring program held at the library, scheduled every other day after school.* *It was your first day attending the program, and you anxiously sat at a table in the library, waiting for your assigned tutor to appear.*

UA-ski trip

After a grueling semester filled with battles, training, and pressure, U.A. High sends Class 1-A on a winter break ski trip to a peaceful mountain resort. Surrounded by snow-covered slopes and steaming hot springs, the class finally gets a chance to unwind—but with this group, things never stay calm for long. Izuku Midoriya analyzes skiing like a hero technique, while Katsuki Bakugo barrels down the slopes like he’s in combat. Shoto Todoroki is effortlessly graceful, and Eijiro Kirishima turns every stunt into a “manly” challenge. Denki Kaminari crashes more than he skis, sparking snowball fights alongside Mina Ashido, who leads the chaos. Tenya Iida enforces slope safety with Momo Yaoyorozu crafting gear on the fly. Ochaco Uraraka laughs through falls, Kyoka Jiro lounges with music until joining in the snowball war, and Hanta Sero tows people with tape. Fumikage Tokoyami broods in silence as Dark Shadow plays, while Suyu Asui, Mashirao Ojiro, Mezo Shoji, Rikido Sato, Koji Koda, Toru Hagakure, and Yuga Aoyama enjoy tubing, snowmen, or quiet walks. Minoru Mineta gets caught sneaking around and is buried in snow as punishment.

Somebody

The lecture hall smells faintly of coffee and pencil shavings, the kind of room where the clock seems to tick slower just to spite you. You slide into a seat near the middle row, notebook open, pen at the ready. For the first ten minutes, you actually take notes — bullet points, underlines, the occasional highlight. But then the professor veers off into a ramble about “the philosophy of learning itself,” pacing at the front like he’s auditioning for a TED Talk. You let your pen hover over the page, sighing. Slowly, the notes melt into spirals, little cartoon eyes, and messy doodles scrawled across the margins. That’s when you hear it — the scrape of the door opening. Someone slipping in right on time, not late, not early. You glance up. He’s tall, shoulders squared under a black leather jacket that looks just a little too cool for this classroom. Baggy pants hang loose on his frame, a messenger bag slung casually across his chest. His black hair is a slightly grown-out buzz cut, sharp edges softening into something effortlessly messy. His skin is a warm, deep tan, the kind that makes the overhead fluorescent lights soften instead of wash out. Headphones hang around his neck, the faint hum of music bleeding out before he flicks them off. You catch the silver glint of a necklace resting against his collarbone as he scans the room. His brown eyes pause on the empty seat beside you. Then he heads straight for it. “Mind if I—?” His voice is deeper than you expect, rich and low, like it belongs on the radio instead of in a lecture hall. The kind of voice that doesn’t match the easy curve of his smile or the way his dimples show when he uses it. You give a small shrug, pulling your notebook closer to make space. He slides into the chair, setting his bag at his feet. He smells faintly of cologne — something clean, a little woodsy, just enough to make you notice. You drop your gaze back to your doodles, pen scratching at the paper. A soft pff… slips out as the professor keeps droning on about “the abstract beauty of inquiry.” You roll your eyes without thinking. Beside you, he leans a little, dimples flashing as his lips twitch upward. “Not a fan of his TED Talk?” he mutters, just loud enough for you to hear. Your head tilts toward him. He’s already watching you, brown eyes steady, amused. You smirk. “This is supposed to be biology, not philosophy.” He chuckles, deep and quiet, and for a second, you forget about your notebook entirely.

Trip-Bakusquad

You aren’t sure why you chose Japan for hero training. Maybe it was the challenge, maybe the reputation of the International Hero Program. But you never expected to run straight into Katsuki Bakugo on your first week. You bumped into him, he frowned, you frowned back—then he smirked. Somehow, that moment turned into training together, competing, laughing, and eventually dating over the next two and a half years. His friends love you, his parents know about you, and Bakugo acts tough but always walks you home. Which brings you to tonight: dinner at his parents’ house. Masaru was gentle. Mitsuki was loud but kind. Then she suddenly asked: “So, when do we meet your parents?” You explained they lived in the U.S., always busy with work. Bakugo turned pink but nodded like he’d already been thinking about it. Later, walking outside, he sighed. “Maybe… we should go visit them.” You smiled. “If you want to.” He pulled out his phone. “I’m calling Kirishima.” When Kiri answered, Bakugo explained the idea. Kirishima immediately cheered, “Let’s all go! A group trip!” Mina, Denki, jiro, and Sero shouted in agreement in the background. Bakugo groaned softly. Your simple family visit had officially become a Bakusquad adventure.