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Bakugo Katsuki — The One Person He Could Never Be Mean To

Trigger Warnings: Strong language, anger issues, shouting, jealousy, emotional vulnerability, unspoken feelings, and mild possessiveness.

Genre: Best friends to lovers, slow burn, fluff, romance, hurt/comfort, mutual pining.

Fluff Included: Secretly affectionate Katsuki, forehead kisses, cuddling, protective gestures, sleepy conversations, stolen hoodies, gentle teasing, and a boy who loves you far more than he knows how to admit.

Katsuki Bakugo has always been a difficult person to love.

He’s loud, stubborn, hot-headed, and has a mouth that seems to work faster than his brain. He doesn’t sugarcoat anything, doesn’t entertain people he finds annoying, and certainly doesn’t go out of his way to make himself likable. If he has a problem with someone, they’ll know about it within the first five seconds of meeting him. He has never been particularly interested in making friends with everyone, and he’s perfectly content with keeping his circle small.

But then there’s you.

His best friend. His favorite person. The one person who can walk into a room while he’s in the middle of a terrible mood and somehow make him feel a little less irritated with the world.

You’ve known Katsuki long enough to understand that beneath all that attitude is someone who cares more than he’s willing to show. You know that his insults are sometimes his way of expressing concern, that his silence doesn’t always mean he’s upset with you, and that when he tells you to be careful, he genuinely means it. You’ve seen him at his worst, watched him struggle with his own frustrations, and stayed beside him even when his personality made it difficult.

And, somehow, you’ve never made him feel like he has to be someone else around you.

That’s what makes you different.

With everyone else, Katsuki is demanding. He’s stern, blunt, and almost aggressively independent. He expects people to keep up with him, to take responsibility for their mistakes, and to stop complaining when things get difficult. He has very little patience for unnecessary nonsense, and his temper certainly hasn’t gotten any better with age.

If someone annoys him, he’ll tell them to shut up. If someone interrupts him, he’ll glare until they regret opening their mouth. And if someone tries to tell him what to do, they’d better have a good reason for it.

But with you?

God, he’s different.

Not in a way that makes him suddenly polite or turns him into some perfect, endlessly patient gentleman. Katsuki is still Katsuki. He still curses under his breath when things don’t go his way, still argues with you over the stupidest things, and still calls you an idiot when you do something reckless.

The difference is that he never wants to be the reason you feel small.

He can yell at the entire world without thinking twice, but the moment his voice gets a little too loud around you, he notices. He watches your expression, pays attention to your reaction, and, if he realizes he’s genuinely upset you, he’ll struggle through the most awkward apology imaginable.

“Tch. I wasn’t trying to take it out on you, alright? I was pissed off about something else.”

And after a moment, when he sees you’re still quiet, he’ll sigh and look away.

“...I’m sorry. C’mere.”

He won’t always know how to explain himself, but he’ll try. For you, he’ll always try.

The funny thing is that Katsuki didn’t mean to fall in love with his best friend.

Actually, if you had asked him a few years ago whether he could ever imagine himself falling for someone he already knew so well, he probably would have laughed in your face. Romance was a distraction, according to him. He had goals, ambitions, and a future he intended to work relentlessly toward. He didn’t have time to waste on stupid crushes or feelings that made absolutely no sense.

Then, somewhere along the way, you became the exception to every rule he’d ever made for himself.

It happened gradually. So gradually that he didn’t even notice until it was already too late.

Maybe it was the way you laughed at his jokes, even the ones you pretended were terrible. Maybe it was the way you remembered little things about him that everyone else overlooked. Maybe it was the comfort he felt when you sat beside him without demanding conversation, or the way a particularly awful day somehow became bearable the moment he heard your voice.

Or maybe it was all the little moments he had never thought to question.

The afternoons spent together after training. The late-night conversations that somehow lasted until two in the morning. The times you fell asleep beside him, leaving him sitting perfectly still because he didn’t want to wake you. The way you trusted him enough to show him the parts of yourself you didn’t let other people see.

He had always wanted you around.

He just hadn’t realized how badly until he started imagining what it would feel like to lose you.

That was when everything became complicated.

Because Katsuki Bakugo, the boy who prided himself on knowing exactly what he wanted, suddenly found himself terrified of wanting something he couldn’t guarantee he’d ever have.

And the worst part?

You had absolutely no idea.

To you, he was just Katsuki. Your best friend. Your favorite person to bother when you were bored, the first person you’d turn to when something went wrong, and the idiot who somehow always managed to make you laugh when you were trying to stay mad at him.

You didn’t notice the way his eyes followed you when you entered a room. You didn’t notice how quickly he recognized your footsteps, or how his attention shifted toward you whenever someone mentioned your name. You didn’t notice how he’d remember something you told him weeks ago and quietly take care of it before you even realized you’d forgotten.

You didn’t notice that he had started looking at you as though you were something precious.

And Katsuki was determined to keep it that way.

He wasn’t about to ruin the best relationship he’d ever had just because his heart had decided to develop the world’s most inconvenient crush.

So he kept his mouth shut.

He continued walking beside you, continued stealing bites of your food, continued complaining whenever you dragged him somewhere he didn’t want to go. He continued pretending that the reason he always saved you a seat was because you were incapable of arriving on time, and that the reason he always texted you when you got home was because he didn’t trust your sense of direction.

He continued acting like your presence was an ordinary part of his life.

But it wasn’t ordinary anymore.

Not to him.

He noticed everything.

He noticed when you were quieter than usual. He noticed when your smile looked forced, when you were tired but insisted you were fine, and when you started picking at your food because something was bothering you. He noticed the little things you thought nobody paid attention to, and he hated the idea that you might be hurting without anyone there to help.

He’d never be the kind of person to sit you down and deliver some long, beautifully rehearsed speech about how much you meant to him. That wasn’t who he was. He’d probably struggle to get through three sentences without becoming embarrassed and telling you to stop looking at him like that.

Instead, he’d show you.

He’d bring you food when you forgot to eat. He’d let you borrow his hoodies and then pretend to be annoyed when you returned them smelling like your shampoo. He’d sit beside you when you were upset, even if neither of you said a word. And when you had a bad day, he’d listen to you complain about every single detail, occasionally muttering an insult about whoever had upset you.

“Seriously? That’s what they said to you? What the hell is wrong with people?”

He’d be halfway through planning an argument with someone who wasn’t even present before you’d grab his sleeve and remind him that you were just venting.

He’d stop, look at you, and grumble something about how you should’ve told him that earlier.

Then he’d stay anyway.

Because he didn’t need you to be happy every second of the day. He didn’t need you to pretend that everything was fine. He just wanted you to know that you didn’t have to deal with everything alone.

And perhaps that was the most dangerous part of his feelings.

Katsuki wasn’t used to being gentle with people. He wasn’t used to caring so deeply about someone else’s happiness that it began affecting his own. He wasn’t used to the strange, almost painful feeling in his chest whenever you looked at him with complete trust, completely unaware that he was falling apart over something as simple as your smile.

He could handle enemies. He could handle pressure, competition, and the expectations placed on his shoulders. He could throw himself into training until his entire body ached and still get up the next morning to do it all over again.

But you?

You could ruin him by falling asleep against his shoulder.

You could make him forget what he was saying simply by smiling at him.

You could leave him lying awake at night, staring at the ceiling and wondering whether you would ever look at him the way he looked at you.

It was ridiculous.

He knew it was ridiculous.

He was Katsuki Bakugo. He wasn’t supposed to be this hopeless.

And yet, every time you called him your best friend, something inside him both warmed and ached.

Because being your best friend meant he got to be there. It meant he could make you laugh, hold you when you cried, and spend countless ordinary days with you.

But it also meant he had to listen to you talk about love as though it were something that would always happen with someone else.

And he had to pretend that the thought didn’t hurt.

He’d never ask you to love him back. Not because he didn’t want you to, but because the last thing he wanted was to make you feel like your friendship came with conditions. He didn’t want you to feel obligated to return his feelings, and he certainly didn’t want you to look at him one day and wonder whether every kind thing he’d ever done had been some attempt to win you over.

He loved you as his best friend long before he understood that he wanted something more.

He refused to let that love become a burden you had to carry.

So he waited.

He waited through every stupid argument, every movie night, every shared meal, and every moment you leaned against him without thinking twice about it. He waited while you stole his blankets and complained that he was hogging the couch. He waited while you talked his ear off about something you loved, watching your face light up and pretending he was only listening because he had nothing better to do.

And sometimes, when you weren’t looking, he let himself imagine what it would be like if he could finally tell you.

He imagined reaching for your hand without having to come up with some ridiculous excuse. He imagined kissing your forehead whenever you looked tired, pulling you into his arms after a difficult day, and hearing you say that you loved him without having to wonder whether you meant it the way he did.

He imagined being the person you chose.

Not because he was the loudest person in the room, or because he could protect you from every terrible thing in the world, but because you wanted him. Because you saw him, with all his flaws and his rough edges, and decided that he was someone worth loving.

That was all he really wanted.

For all his confidence, all his ambition, and all the stubborn certainty with which he approached the world, Katsuki had no idea what to do with a heart that had chosen his best friend.

And until he figured it out, he would keep doing what he had always done.

He would stay.

He would care.

He would love you quietly, fiercely, and in a thousand little ways you hadn’t learned to recognize yet.

He would be stern with everyone else, impatient with the world, and impossible to deal with on most days.

But when it came to you, he’d always soften.

Even if he denied it.

Even if you never noticed.

Even if it took him years to finally find the courage to say those three little words.

Because Katsuki Bakugo could handle being hated by the world.

What he couldn’t handle was the thought of losing you.

And somewhere deep down, beneath all the stubbornness and the pride, he was beginning to understand something that frightened him more than any fight ever could.

He didn’t just want you in his life.

He wanted to be the person you came home to.

He wanted to be the one you reached for when you were tired, the one you trusted with your worst days, and the one who got to see you smile first thing in the morning.

He wanted to love you without pretending it was anything less than what it was.

He wanted you.

And for Katsuki, that was the most terrifying thing of all.