bk is involved in dating rumors again because of course he is and there dk stands pathetically staring as the tv news tells him about how pretty the mysterious girl he’s with is.
long hair, blonde and perfectly styled.
she’s beautiful.
dk turns away from the tv, shoving his earbuds in his ears to avoid from hearing any further what the news may have to say.
when he got home, his roommate, the topic of tonight’s news, was nowhere to be found.
probably on a date.
dk sighs as he places a pot of water
on the stove to boil for his ramen which bk would normally scold him for eating as a meal but he’s not here so who cares.
he spends the night eating ramen and watching whatever was in the tv before retiring to his room.
it was a couple hours til he heard the door click and
dk glares at the representative helping him update his identification card.
“uhm,” the man, clearly new at the job, starts to sweat. “well it says here that you got married October 13, 20XX. It was officiated at, oddly enough, 1
in the morning.”
dk was racking his mind for what could have happened then. that was over a year ago.
he couldn’t remember at all, he had to go through his photos because there had to be something from that day.
“fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!” he huffed frustratedly under his breath.
“i can update your identification for you but your last name will be hyphenated.”
“who is it. what’s their name?”
“uhm, i’ll trust that you know who once you see your updated name, be right back.”
#bkdk arranged to be married/secret relationship. college au.
the midoriya family was skint to say the least. after dk’s dad left them in debt when he was a child, he was pulled out of school for a few months.
he didn’t really understand why, given he was so young, but
suddenly he was in school again and he just saw it as a hiccup with his enrollment or something.
what he later on learned is that he was actually being funded to go to school by the bakugo’s. his best friend’s (at the time) family.
mitsuki and his mom are best friends,
have been since childhood. they’re the femme versions of him and bk basically (without the falling out part).
he didn’t get why they would go to such lengths to support their family but he was grateful and still is. that is until he was recently informed of his position
“here, kacchan,” dk smiles, holding out a package to his husband who was cluelessly receiving it.
“what is it…” he eyes his pregnant mate suspiciously as he shakes the box, it having a bit of a weight to it.
“an early birthday gift, open it.”
dk is calm, too calm for this to be a legitimate birthday gift. he knows he’s up to something but bk can’t tell what.
hesitantly, he rips the tape off, dk grinning almost maniacally over his shoulder. he groans, pulling out what he did not expect at all.
dk had gifted him a
fake pregnancy belly, one that mimics the size of dk’s own belly fairly well.
“deku. what is this.”
“i challenge you,” he starts, knowing that when bk hears the word challenge he can’t say no. “i challenge you to wear that for the entire day and live life like me.”
#bkdk a/b/o but i want possessive o!dk and clueless b!bk
bk doesn’t care to know much about secondary genders but all he knows is that he has a scent and dk has complimented it many times before. he’s never cared much to ask what he smells like but he was please
to know dk liked it. what he doesn’t know is dk has been scenting him, sometimes intentionally other times unintentionally.
it didn’t matter because they were always with each other.
he’d go to the bars with his friends and no one would really hit on him
not that he cared, it used to be annoying, but he couldn’t help but wonder why it stopped. did he look different? more intimidating maybe?
whatever he couldn’t be bothered. that was until someone finally took the chance.