Thread by @neva_writes

#dkbk #dekubaku #dkfembk
Actors AU!🎥

Title: Unexpected surprises

Hello everyone! This is the story I wrote for @fembakubang! 🌸🌸🌸

My partner is @jackielynn_gm 💕💕💕

#fembakubang

🏷️🏷️🏷️: light angst with a happy ending, enemies to lovers, dkbk age-gap of eight years, falling in love, inexperienced bk, first kiss, inner insecurities, past hurt/present comfort and reassurances, dadmight, light nsfw, light action scenes, kidnapping attempt, slight mc injury—

slight blood, protective dk, jealous!possessive!bk, katsuki-centric; sideships: toshinko, kirimina, past dkcamie❗️❗️❗️

Without further ado, let's go!🌸🌸🌸

Lights, camera, action!

Bakugo Katsuki is a young woman who has earned the utmost admiration and respect from the public and her peers thanks to her great abilities, skills, and intelligence in the acting world ever since she was a child.

No, don’t misunderstand.

Katsuki never used her parents’ influences to reach her goals. Mitsuki and Masaru Bakugo are well-known for holding the fashion empire in Japan, and their daughter? She’s very prideful and perseverant, someone who believes that no one triumphs without effort and sacrifice.

The blond is the perfect example of that as an individual who carved her own path from the very bottom.

She dares say that her career started in her own room, acting in front of her parents, who have always been supportive and allowed her to become whoever she wanted by dressing her as she pleased.

As the little blond grew up, she convinced her father and mother for her to participate in auditions for kids’ advertisements, which she successfully won, fair and square.

Katsuki proceeded to work as 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘴 or 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 in many different movies.

Her potential shone brightly and led her to incarnate the personality of major roles on important films that gained her the love of the audience, taking her to—

where she is now, which is on her way to meet with Aizawa Shota, the creator and director of every single film of 𝘔𝘺 𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘰 𝘈𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘢 (𝘔𝘏𝘈) universe.

Katsuki has never been so excited in her whole life. One month ago, she signed a contract to participate as one of the protagonists of the new movie of the franchise that is focused mostly on the villain that she will give life to: the fiery 𝘎𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘡𝘦𝘳𝘰.

The blond will even act in some scenes alongside her idol, Toshinori Yagi, also known as All Might in MHA world. She still can’t believe that her dream is coming true after all these years.
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Katsuki walks confidently with her black combat-boots through the illuminated hallways of the agency that will become her "home" for the next year, and she feels so damn powerful.

Many people glance at her as she advances all over the red carpet, be it with admiration or envy. Of course. She’s the fucking best.

In the reception, she finds Shota’s assistant, Shirakumo Oboro, who greets her enthusiastically.

“Good morning, Bakugo-san! We are so glad to have you here.”

“Hey, Cloudy,” she replies with a smirk.

Shirakumo rolls his eyes teasingly and runs one hand through his wild light blue wavy hair.

“Shota is about to finish another meeting, but in the meantime, you can wait in his office,” the man explains.

“S’alright, I’ll wait for him then,” Katsuki answers.

“Perfect, this way, please,” Shirakumo indicates.

The blond follows him, admiring all the merch and posters from the walls. She’d never admit it out loud, but she wishes she had at least half of the shit she is currently seeing.

“Coffee?” The assistant asks before signaling the office’s door.

“Yeah, I guess. Black s’okay,” she tells him.

Shirakumo hands her a cup before ordering her to enter the room and retiring himself to look for Aizawa.

The young woman soon realizes that from the window, it seems that someone is already inside… Although… It's difficult to see due to the thick curtains.

Katsuki gets a big sip of her coffee and enters the office.

“W-Wow! Hello, Bakugo-san!” The man stands up. “Nice to meet you, I’m Midoriya Iz-,” the poor guy was about to confess that he was her fan. He didn’t even manage to finish because Katsuki spat all her coffee on his linen white shirt from her horrible surprise.

Because in front of her was her 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦.

𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗼𝗽 𝗼𝗳 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗴𝗻𝗶𝘇𝗲𝘀 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹.

“What the fuck are 𝘺𝘰𝘶 doing here?” She seethes in anger and shock, not bothering to clean her face.

It was none other than Midoriya Izuku. 𝘋𝘦𝘬𝘶, as she calls him derogatively. The one who stole away her chance to work with her idol, Toshinori Yagi, six years ago.

He became the protagonist of the next part of MHA at that time. She thought that he had nothing more to do with the franchise after that.

Guess she was wrong.

She will never forget that horrible experience from the past.

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As a teenager and through his following years, Toshinori Yagi worked his ass off in what everyone knows today as MHA with the character of All Might. He became a legend, but he was getting old and now the franchise needed someone new.

His 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘳.

Back then, Katsuki was pretty sure that the role of continuing with the legacy of Yagi was about to be given to her after competing in a national audition against many others. They ate her dust, though.

She was the most talented among them all, of course. Katsuki could already taste her win when the jury had been praising her for her skills. No one else had received that treatment before her.

The jury reunited everyone else, all ready to present the verdict when it was interrupted by the loud doors of the theater being opened. An older guy than her entered the room and begged for a chance to show them what he could do.

The greenette presented himself and even confessed that he had never acted before, that he didn’t have any experience at all, but he was the “biggest MHA fan.”

What an 𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘰𝘵, young Katsuki thought at that time. She didn’t even spare the shitty nerd more glances nor observed his audition, she went back to the dressing rooms with the other extras instead.

Imagine her disgust when the staff from MHA, including the director Aizawa Shota and Toshinori Yagi announced that Midoriya Izuku was going to be the actor continuing the next movie.

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She will never forgive Deku.

Through many years, Katsuki felt 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥.

Even if she did her best to ignore the greenette, he was 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦.

On the TV, on the movies’ and series’ platforms, at musicals, on the advertisements… The idiot even won very important awards. Awards that could have been hers had that 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 not appeared that day.

What does she lack in comparison to him?

Why did Toshinori choose 𝗵𝗶𝗺 and not 𝘩𝘦𝘳?

Wasn’t she 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 after working so much?

Those are questions that she never got an answer to.

“What the hell is going on here?” Aizawa appears with tired eyes.

“Oh God, are you okay Izuku?” Shirakumo approaches him and tries to dry him off with his handkerchief.

“I’m fine Oboro, don’t worry,” the actor smiles reassuringly.

“Is anyone going to explain to me why 𝘋𝘦𝘬𝘶 is here?” Katsuki barks.

“Deku?” Izuku frowns.

“Yes, 𝘺𝘰𝘶, dumbass!!!” She insists.

“Huh? But you are co-starring with Izuku? Bakugo-san?” Shirakumo gulped.

“WHAT?!” Katsuki shrieks, her cup of coffee long forgotten. “I don’t want anything to do with this damn Deku!” She expresses with rage. “You never told me that I was going to act with this 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 prick! This must be a mistake,” the blond tells Aizawa.

The dark-haired man sighs heavily.

“Bakugo. You signed the contract where we 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 mentioned that 𝘐𝘻𝘶𝘬𝘶 is going to work alongside you,” Shota exclaims, matter-of-factly.

“Show it to me,” the blond demands.

“I’m fucking baptizing you as Problem Child #2#,” he sounded so 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 as he opened one of his desk’s drawers to bring out a stack of papers to give them to her.

𝘐𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘥… she did.

Why the hell was Deku still in the 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 sequels? Were the rumors about him no longer involving himself in MHA a myth? 𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸? It doesn’t matter. There’s no way she’ll work with him.

“I request a change of partner. I have many friends that could benefit from his role in this new film to boost their career,” she proposes.

“𝗥𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗲𝗱. Now sit your ass down,” Aizawa orders in a monotone voice.

Izuku was confused as ever, not even understanding why Bakugo-san was acting this way about him.

“This new movie intends to show Izuku’s character, 𝘋𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴, that not everything is black and white, but also gray. Villains have their own reasons for their actions, just like heroes do. He realizes that through 𝘎𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘡𝘦𝘳𝘰, who is your character.

This movie will help us settle up 𝘔𝘺 𝘝𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘈𝘤𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘢 series, where Izuku follows GZ, not as a hero anymore, but as a vigilante, and your partner. I thought Oboro had explained it to you when you read and signed the contract?” Aizawa finishes.

“She didn’t read it,” Oboro sweats profusely.

Aizawa pinches the bridge of his nose.

Katsuki remembers 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 day. She had a lot of stuff to do, particularly doing a favor to the Old Hag: working on a photoshoot of her new fashion line. She was so pressured but excited simultaneously that she didn’t give a damn and signed right away.

“No can do. We are all in this together now,” Aizawa confirms.

Katsuki storms out, angry as ever, not noticing that a certain greenette is right behind her.
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“Bakugo-san!!! Bakugo-san, wait please!!!” Deku calls her out.

“What?! What the hell do you want?!” She turns and 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴 at him, resentment dancing in her red hues.

“Why are you behaving like this? Did I make you uncomfortable somehow? I want to… understand,” Midoriya seems perplexed.

“What’s there to understand? Having to work with you is one of the worst things that have ever happened to me in my whole career!!!” She barks.

Deku’s eyes widen and his face contorts into something akin to… 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵.

The actress can’t pinpoint why that expression 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 her so much.

“I thought you were a 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭, but I guess I was wrong,” the man exclaims before leaving.

Fury bubbles up inside Katsuki’s chest.

“Where do you think you are going after speaking 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 to me?!” Katsuki hollers.

Deku continues walking, raises his hand and waves goodbye, not even looking at her.

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴.

She goes back home with a bitter taste on her mouth.
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A few days have passed after that 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘰𝘶𝘴 encounter.

Katsuki has already received the first half of the movie’s confidential script.

She won’t lie, it’s freaking amazing.

The blond has been reading it, memorizing it, and practicing each scene, whether it belongs to Ground Zero or… Dauntless.

Both have around the same screen time, and most of it… they are together.

Dread invades her.

She has a scheduled dialogue practice with Deku next week, to check out their chemistry or some shit.

‘𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨.’

The words keep repeating on her head like a damn never-ending loop, giving her tiny outbursts of anger.

Professional? Katsuki will show him 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭.

Aizawa was very adamant on them working together because of the contract. That doesn’t mean that Deku can’t resign. He just needs to do it on his own volition. Katsuki will convince him of that.

Heh.

𝗛𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝘀𝗲.
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Before their first dialogue practice initiates, Katsuki eats tons of seafood and refuses to wash her teeth.

As Deku and her fall into conversation as their own characters, she notices him 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 whenever she speaks.

The blond smiles ‘𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘺’.

“What, Deku? Something bothering you? If you can’t even practice a little scene then you might need to consider resigning and finding another job,” she suggests.

Deku shrugs. “I reckon we need a break.” The actor stands up, throws away his script and leaves.

“Suit yourself,” she tells him, already accommodating herself on the couch and finding distraction on her phone.

Katsuki celebrates inwardly when it’s been half an hour and there’s no sign of the greenette. She’s about to pick up all her stuff when Midoriya’s voice gives her a jump scare.

“Shall we continue?” He sits next to her, smelling so 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘺 of garlic and onions that Katsuki 𝘨𝘢𝘨𝘴.

“What? Cat got your tongue, Kacchan?” He’s the one that smiles sweetly now.

Katsuki’s jaw drops.

“The fuck did you just call me!?” She screams.

Izuku cackles.

The weirdest thing is that a blush crawls up her cheeks and her heart does a big somersault when hearing him laugh.

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭.

“Let’s get back to fucking work,” she commands.

“Sure, Princess” Deku smirks.

If Katsuki’s eyes were daggers, Izuku would have already been stabbed.

In the background, there’s two make-up artists witnessing the exchange. Eijirou and Mina are already betting on how this will end.

The red head says that those two will be dating after they finish recording the movie, while his girlfriend is convinced that will happen way before that.
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Katsuki does her best to give Deku the cold shoulder, but it’s fucking 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵 to do so with someone who shits 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘣𝘰𝘸𝘴 out of his ass.

Still, her resolve doesn’t waver.

She needs to remain strong and ignore that dumb 𝘧𝘢𝘬𝘦 ass smile and those stupid pretty eyes.

After the first failed attempt to make Deku want to leave, the actress remains very observant of her enemy.

She notices that Deku always eats snacks from the convenience store near the agency. He always offers to buy stuff for all the staff, including her.

One day, she offers 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 to go and exchanges the tag of a 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘺 bun bread with the tag of the 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 bun bread that her co-worker seems to like.

He munches at it and 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘻𝘦𝘴 as his face gets all red. The reaction is so hilarious that Katsuki ends up laughing out loud, giving herself away.

Deku gets back at her a few days later, handing her a super sweet coffee that she ends up spilling all over her favorite dress. That only makes her 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 him more.
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Both refuse to get 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘵 performers so they need to train at the gym. Deku is more 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 since he has participated in more action movies than her, but that 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 deter Katsuki.

She refuses to listen to his “advice” on certain techniques. Who does he think he is? Acting all high and mighty! That’s why their trainer Nagant is there!

Who, by the way, ended up reprimanding them and threatened to ban them from visiting her gym after being fed up with their antics that were scaring away others from the same industry.

You see, Katsuki determinedly chose not to use deodorant to piss off Deku. And as a result, neither did the greenette. It was an all-going war. They had to apologize and stop out of respect for Nagant and the other gym subscribers.

Mind you, the latter were famous just like them. Hopefully they didn’t spread any rumors about them on social media.

‘𝘚𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘺 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘴,’ Katsuki dreads the headlines.
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Through the following gym sessions, they reach middle ground and mind their own business. Or so Katsuki tells herself.

Her eyes betray her when she notices Deku’s ripped muscles when he’s lifting, or his thick thighs while he does squats, and don’t get her started on the print of his…

Stop!!!

Okay, she admits that he’s… 𝘰𝘣𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺 attractive.

And that’s all.

Not that she’s interested in him!!!

𝗡𝗼𝗽𝗲.

She was so immersed in her own thoughts that she didn’t realize she had been looking at him.

The greenette gave her a lopsided smile that made her gasp and turn away in a flash that could have hurt her neck from how rapidly she avoided him. She didn’t want him to see her blushing. Over her dead body.
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Days turn into weeks, and weeks into months. The antics never stopped though. As much as the blond’s principal purpose was to scare Deku away, they didn’t give them the results she expected, since at one point, Katsuki felt like a child again.

Like when she replaced Deku’s cologne with something that smelt so strong that everyone demanded him to go home and take a shower. That was hilarious. He immediately sent her an accusatory glance, to which she shrugged, feigning innocence.

She was enjoying herself and having fun, even looking forward every day to see what Deku had prepared to counteract her pranks. Katsuki had never felt more alive.

Maybe… he wasn’t so bad.
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One of the things that Katsuki had been looking forward to the most was sparring together with Deku. She wanted to see her progress. Initially, they sparred under Nagant’s supervision. And it turned out to be… nothing like Katsuki expected.

Deku didn’t go easy on her, but at the same time, he was mindful of his own strength and the fact that this is a whole new experience for her in this field.

It’s nothing like the arrogant image she had about him.

On the contrary, he… challenges her to be better.

Over the next practices, they spar on their own now that their action scenes have been approved by their trainer.

Deku is a good partner. Katsuki can acknowledge that.

By this moment, the antics have ended, and it’s as if they have agreed on a silent truce.
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The first time they film together is quite… 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.

This 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳 scene is set in the city during the dark night that is accompanied by heavy rain. Loud steps that splash water can be heard.

Dauntless is chasing after Ground Zero, who happened to rob very important documents from the corrupted government and The Hero Public Safety Commission.

They run through 𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘺 alleyways, the villain being too agile, stealthy and intelligent for the hero to catch. Dauntless, being a quick thinker, uses one of his gadgets that manages to make her trip.

That’s not the end, though. They engage in an intricate battle where it seems that no one is going to win or lose, both being 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 fighters.

However, one little distraction makes Ground Zero falter and that’s all Dauntless needs to pin her against the wall, her back meeting his wide chest.

Katsuki is trying her best to stay in her character and not show the cameras how she’s inwardly 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 from the way Deku is holding her, from how his big hands feel over her thin wrists, how he presses himself against her to restrain her and the way his warm—

puffs of breath hit her neck, causing bolts of electricity to run down her spine as he talks to her in a deep and sultry voice that demands her to 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳.

The sexual tension is completely palpable between them, and she wonders if Deku can feel it too, or if he’s just accustomed to do this as easy as breathing.

All of this comes to her as a shock because it was so different from when they were 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨. Deku was so 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 at this that it was even 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, it’s as if he was 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 person.

Katsuki recognized his flawless acting skills, and even got a bit nervous from the way Izuku observed her. Have his eyes always been this… green and intense?

“Cut. That was excellent”, Aizawa interrupts her trail of thoughts.

“Good job, Kacchan!” Deku pants from physical exertion.

´”Y-Yeah, you too, shitty nerd!” She exclaims before going back to her dressing room, still feeling the warmth of the greenette all over her body.
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It’s a brand new day, and the whole staff of MHA studio is speechless.

“Wow… They are practicing in harmony now… I can’t believe my eyes,” Kirishima is amazed, seeing how these allegedly sworn enemies are working together in peace.

“I told you babe, the one who’s gonna win this bet is me,” Mina winked at him, all confident.

Eijirou ruffles her rose curly hair spiritedly, which earns him whiny complaints. He believes his girlfriend now, and knows that it’s just a matter of time for his imminent loss.
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Katsuki is bantering with Deku when her whole world stops spinning.

She stares at her partner in shock.

Deku gives him a guilty look. “So… Kacchan, remember I told you that someone wanted to check out how our dialogue practices were going? Well…”

“Izuku, my boy!”

She would recognize that voice anywhere. It has accompanied her since her childhood.

No. Fucking. Way.

Toshinori Yagi.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘛𝘰𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘪 𝘠𝘢𝘨𝘪, who is supposed to appear until the latest scenes of the movie.

“Dad, hello!”

The blond’s jaw drops.

“HE IS YOUR FUCKING DAD?!” Katsuki screams.

Wait, does that mean that Deku is a nepo baby? Is that why he was given the role in the past? No, hold your fucking horses, something ain’t mathing here.

“No, no, Kacchan, well, yes, in a sense. I mean… Yagi met my mom when I started working at MHA studios. She was divorced at the time, and my biggest support. So, when she and Yagi befriended each other while we were recording my first movie…

Love blossomed between them, and they married a few years later. Yagi has been a father figure for me all this time,” Izuku untangled the misunderstanding.

“Wow…” The actress didn’t have words.

“Yeah,” Deku laughed. “A-Anyways! Dad, this is Kacch-Katsuki,” he corrected.

Katsuki didn’t pout at that. She didn’t.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, young Bakugo. Izuku has spoken very highly of you. I knew I remembered you from somewhere else. It’s easy to recall a face like yours. You really did an impression on me back then—

on the audiences for the continuation of my legacy. Your talent is innate.”

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘦? She couldn’t ask.

“Audience? Wait, Kacchan was there when I…?”

“T-Thank you, Toshinori-san. I’ve always admired you,” she interrupted Deku. There’s no way that she was ready for that conversation.

“Likewise! I’ve watched your movies and your work is magnificent,” the veteran actor praises.

Katsuki is over the moon.
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“Cut!” Aizawa’s voice reverberates throughout the little airport.

“Phew… That stunt was such a big deal, huh Kacchan?” Deku brushed away the sweat from his forehead.

“No shit…” She laughs and nugdes his shoulder lightly. “When the jet propelled itself and started to elevate in the air with you on top trying to reach out to me I thought…”

“Izuku!!!!!!!” An annoying high-pitched voice echoes in the room.

A flash of light-brown throws itself at Deku, surprising him immediately and almost making Katsuki stumble.

“Wow, Camie, hey,” the greenette sounded a bit uncomfortable, doing his best to keep her at arm's-length.

Of course he would.

That’s his ex, the supermodel Utsushimi Camie. She and Deku were the ‘IT’ couple for over five years. Their relationship was super sensationalized all over Japan, only an idiot wouldn’t know about them.

At one point, the blond thought that it was all fake and just a PR strategy to make them famous.

“Gosh, I’ve missed you so much, baby! Why didn’t you come to my birthday party? I was waiting, y’know?” She whined, embracing his arm between her big boobs.

Katsuki hates the ugly feelings that surface over her heart at seeing this vulture’s ugly claws all around Deku. The blond is aware of what this is. She’s felt it before, but not under these circumstances.

𝘑𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘺

Oh no, fuck it. She doesn’t have time for that. She’s always been focused on her career. Whatever Deku and this ugly bimbo have going on is none of her business. Or is it?

“Camie, you know that I…”

“Hey, Midoriya, can you come over here and check this out?” Ojiro, the one in charge of special effects, calls out for him.

“Ne, that can wait,” she tugs his hand. I came all the way here just for you, workaholic prick! You deserve a rest! Why don’t we go have dinner together, for the sake of old times, hmm~?” The light haired brunette flutters her eye-lashes at him.

𝘗𝘧𝘧. 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘳, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘦.

“I’m sorry, Camie, I’m busy. Raincheck?”

The model attempts to pout cutely, but Katsuki can see the irritation overwhelming her.

𝘛𝘴𝘬. 𝘛𝘸𝘰-𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘬𝘦.

“No can do,” she sighs and holds his face to lower him down and give him a big smooch, marking Izuku’s freckled cheek with sticky gloss. “See you soon, handsome,” she waves him goodbye.

“Mhmm,” Deku barely spares her any attention. “Kacchan, you should come too, I think that this is important,” Izuku tells her.

“Yeah, sure,” Katsuki is glad to finally leave.

“Wait, Katsuki-chan! Just a moment!” Camie pleads.

“Midoriya!” Ojiro insists.

Deku groans. “On my way!” He shouts and gives Katsuki an apologetic look before heading towards Ojiro’s station.

“What d’ya want?” Katsuki goes straight to the point.

“Awn, don’t be so grumpy, Katsuki-chan. I just want to make a few things clear,” Camie throws her arm around her shoulders.

“It’s Bakugo to you,” Katsuki pushes her away.

“Ew. Such a tomboy. I came here to warn you. Don’t get your hopes up with Izuku. He’s mine. He has always been and I’m getting him back soon,” Camie declares.

Katsuki cackles until tears pool on the corner of her eyes.

Camie frowns.

𝘋𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘱? 𝘕𝘢𝘩. 𝘓𝘦𝘵’𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯.

“If he’s yours as you say then why did he break up with you like countless of cheap gossip magazines aired out?”

“ ‘Cause he was confused and overwhelmed by all his workload. But I won’t let that get in our way anymore,” Camie states.

“Your insecurity is showing, Utsushimi. What, are you scared that he will fall in love with me just like he ‘fell in love with you’, ” Katsuki makes sure to do the quotation signs with both hands, “over a music video?”

“As if that could happen!” Camie hisses. “Do you really think that he’ll like a stupid girl like you? Newsflash, sweetheart! He’s almost in his thirties, what he needs is a real woman!”

“Oh, and that woman is supposed to be you?” Katsuki challenges her.

“Obviously, darling. I hope you comprehend that for your own good,” Camie pats her cheek.

“You see, Utsushimi… I don’t feel like being very understanding right now,” Katsuki chuckles.

“You filthy bi-...” The model is about to explode when Izuku’s voice breaks in their conversation.

“Kacchan! You need to see this!”

“Coming!” She yells back.

“As you can see, we are pretty occupied. See you, 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨.”

The blond leaves a stupefied Camie alone.

Fuck. Never in her life did Katsuki imagine that she’d get in a fight over a boy. Guess there’s always a first time.
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When she gets to Ojiro’s station, only Deku is there.

“What did you want me to check out?” She wonders.

“Are you okay?”

Katsuki can’t help the heat that crawls up her ears over Izuku worrying about her.

“I didn’t need any saving. I was handling her just fine,” she argues.

“I’m sorry. I wanted to help. Camie can be overwhelming sometimes,” Deku reasons.

“Hmph. Fucking understatement of the century,” Katsuki huffs.

Deku snorts.

Katsuki notices that the ugly gloss is still all over his cheek, so as if bewitched, she holds his face.

Off. She wants that off.

Woah… he’s a guy and yet… his skin is so soft.

“K-Kacchan?” Deku’s emeralds connect intimately with her rubies. She gets all flustered out of nowhere, ending up using her sleeve to wipe out the lip gloss aggressively.

“O-Ouch, Katsuki!!!” The actor complains.

“You looked ridiculous with that on your face,” she grumbles, avoiding eye-contact with him and keeping her hands to herself.

Deku laughs cacophonously.

“So cute! Thank you, Kacchan,” he smiles.

“Sh-Shut up!” She demands.

“My lips are sealed,” Deku ‘zips’ his mouth.

“You are still talking!” Katsuki retorts.

“Haha!”

“Ugh, you dumb nerd. Why did you break up with her, anyways?” The actress attempts to sound nonchalant. She’s anything but that.

Izuku sighs.

Sadness dances around his green hues, and Katsuki hates it.

“Camie… She was my first love. We were inseparable back then. I thought she was my person, the one that I wanted to spend my entire life with. I truly loved her… so much,” Deku confesses, and Katsuki’s heart clenches painfully against her will at that declaration.

“But… as we dampened ourselves more in the industry, the fame got into her head. She would give exclusive interviews about our relationship to whoever offered the biggest amount of money, or make us go on dates that would be recorded by others. There was no more privacy between—

us, or genuine moments that we could enjoy together. It was as if I was only… a tool for her. Breaking up with Camie was one of the most difficult decisions of my life. It hurt a lot but… I think it was for the best,” Deku finishes.

“That was so fucking shitty. I’m so sorry, Izuku,” Katsuki finds herself saying as she places her own hand above his bigger one.

“Don’t worry, Kacchan. It’s okay. I’m… okay now. I never thought that I would ever be able to feel something for anyone else after her, but I was proven wrong,” he interlocks his fingers with her.

“Y-Yeah?” Katsuki’s heartbeat accelerates tremendously.

“Yeah,” Izuku smiles.
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Katsuki is at her pent-house, relaxing after a full-day of recording when a ping startles her.

She recognizes the sound as a notification from her tablet. The blond grabs it and unlocks it.

It’s an email from Shirakumo.

Holy shit, it’s the second half of the script.

Katsuki downloads it quickly and reads it hastily, until a scene stops her in her tracks.

A kiss. A fucking kiss. What the hell, no one told her about this? She’s never kissed anyone before!

Ok, breathe.

This should be easy.

Just lips smacking against lips, piece of cake!

She keeps scanning the pages with her gaze, and the more she does, the paler she becomes.

Sex.

A fucking sex scene.

Oh, she is so doomed.

This is totally out of her comfort zone.

She swears she’s having a mini-infarct when it crashes into her mind that she’ll have to record all those scenes with none other but Deku.

Lord.

Geez, fucking calm down.

Their latest shared moment at the airport hits her head like a brick and makes butterflies spam all over her tummy, as much as she wants to deny it.

"𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨"

Katsuki isn’t dense. She… she knows who he was referring to.

Ah shit, why is this happening to her?

The words have her grabbing her pillow and screaming against it.

Ugh, don’t make this such a big deal! He’s just your work colleague, if anything… a friend. Yeah, that sounds about right.

Deku is very professional, yes? First things first, put the stupid feelings aside. Maybe if she talks to him about the problem , he’ll show her the ropes to not make a fool of herself?
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Katsuki thought that she had already prepared herself mentally to do this, but she was far from that.

How the hell do you ask someone to give you your 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 damn kiss and then practice with you so that your acting scene comes out amazing and as 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 as possible?

𝗔𝗴𝗵.

Her head hurts deeply just from thinking of it.

Okay, let’s try once again.

She looks at herself in the full-length mirror of her dressing room at the studio, and starts over, just like she has been doing over the last few days every afternoon after all her peers finished their workday.

“Deku. I need you to kiss me…”

She facepalms herself.

“Fuck no, that sounds so 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘺, argh.”

“Okay, again,” she sighs.

“Hey shitty nerd, let’s kiss, no questions,” she demands while putting one hand on her left hip and the other pointing at the mirror.

“Ugh, no! I already see him interrogating me like a crazy detective.”

Katsuki breathes deeply and attempts to muster all the honesty she can.

She imagines Izuku’s dumb freckled face and somehow 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 at the thought.

“De-Izuku. There’s something that I’ve been meaning to tell you… Fuck. I… I n-need help with some scenes…,” the nervousness was slipping from her voice.

“I ha-haven’t freaking kissed anyone b-before, and there’s this scene on the second arc where we…,” by this moment she was completely 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥.

“K-Kacchan?”

Her heart stops.

She turns around, only to find a flustered Deku on the entrance of her room.

She panics instantly.

Her 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 response kicks in.

Guess 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 won?

“What the fuck are you doing here?!” She shrieks with her arms crossed over her chest.

“I forgot my cell phone, I thought no one else was in here but I saw light coming out of your room, and t-then I heard you say my name, so…” The greenette rubs his nape nervously.

“You didn’t hear anything, okay?” She screams. Her eyes sting. She had never felt this vulnerable before.

“Kacchan…” Izuku approaches her.

“Leave me the fuck alone!!!” She exclaims with her gaze fixed on the floor. Even if she refused to cry, one tear had already fallen down her cheek.

It’s then that she feels huge warm and gentle hands resting over her arms.

A 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭 runs down her spine.

The blond bites her lip, gulps and raises her face.

Rubies meet emeralds.

Izuku is… 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨.

And the way he looks at her is so… so…

“Katsuki,” the greenette expresses in a soft voice that melts her. “It’s okay if you haven’t kissed anyone before. There’s no shame in that, I mean it,” he reassures her and brushes her tear-stained cheek.

She can’t help but steal a glance at Izuku’s lips. They look so 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 and 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨.

Deku chuckles.

“I’d gladly help you, but… a kiss is something you should do with someone you like and trust… Uhm… Don’t you have anyone like that?” Deku seems a bit uncomfortable when asking her, deviating his glance somewhere else.

“I don’t. I-I trust you, so… That’s it,” she pouts. “So… Will you help me or not?” Katsuki questions him with courage. No way she’s accepting that she likes him.

Izuku’s eyes widened for a moment.

“I will, Kacchan,” he promises.

He gets a small notebook out of nowhere (???) and writes an address.

“Meet me here tomorrow at 6:00 p.m.” He says before ruffling her hair affectionately and turning around to leave.

“W-Wait! Where are we going? What should I wear?”

“That’s a secret”, he winks. “Just comfortable clothes for summer.”
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Deku’s address leads Katsuki to a small city called Musutafu, near the outskirts of Shizuoka Prefecture.

She had a whole dilemma on what to wear.

In the end, she let her long hair down and chose a white strapless crop top that accentuated her thin waist, an asymmetrical black skirt that revealed one of her long-toned legs and convenient sandals.

She headed towards a bus station that would seem desolated if not for the mop of green hair that was standing next to the bench.

“Kacchan! You made it!” Izuku beams at her.

She swears that smile almost 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 her.

𝘈𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵.

“Hey nerd."

𝘖𝘩 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬.

He seems so fresh and comfy in his clothes.

He was wearing a thin loose black shirt that revealed beautiful defined clavicles that continued with a sculpted freckled torso. His sleeves were all rolled up, showing off his strong arms. He complemented his outfit with white cropped trousers and sandals.

𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴?

“So... are we going to wait for the bus, or…?” Katsuki wonders.

“No. Actually, the place where we are going is just one kilometer away. Still, I need you to wear this,” he gets out of his pocket a black blindfold.

“You sure you are not here to kidnap me or something?” She teases him.

“𝘚𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘩, Kacchan. It’s a surprise,” he grins.

“Whatever”, she relents and allows him to tie the bandage over her eyes.

Her heart does cartwheels when Deku slides his rough hand against her own until their fingers are interlaced, just like...

“I’ll guide you, just keep walking,” he assures her.

As they advance, Izuku mutters incessantly about how Musutafu is his hometown. That comforts her since she isn’t a very talkative person. He tells her that he has lots of fond memories from this place. She would never admit it to him, but she enjoys listening to his voice.

All of a sudden, the sounds of seagulls and the waves of the ocean reach her along with the smell of salty water. Were they at the beach? Katsuki can’t remember the last time she visited one.

“Did you really bring me to a beach?” Katsuki can’t help the smile on her face.

“I did. I hope you like it,” Izuku laughs heartily.

That fucking sound shouldn’t make sparks 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦 inside her chest.

“Then can I take this off now?” She almost pushes away the blindfold, but Izuku stops her.

“Nope, not yet,” he responds. Instead, he holds her bare waist and helps her move through a sloping road of sand.

𝘎𝘰𝘥, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘪𝘨, 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘪𝘨, 𝘐 𝘣𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘳𝘤𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮.

“Deku, how much more are you going to drag me around?” Katsuki was growing restless from her inner thoughts.

“Patience, Kacchan, we are almost there,” he claims.

“You’ve been saying that for the last twenty mi…” She was complaining again when they suddenly 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘥.

“Okay, we are here. I’m going to take off the blindfold, yes? But you are going to keep your eyes closed for a bit,” he instructs her.

“What’s the fucking point of the blindfold then?!” She hollers.

“𝘒𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯…”

“Argh, 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵!”

Izuku unties the piece of cloth, and she does as told. What she didn’t expect was for the man to stand behind her and embrace her.

God.

She hoped Deku wouldn’t notice her accelerated heartbeats, her sweaty hands, or the way her stomach clenched with a very weird but pleasant sensation.

All these feelings were so new to her, she didn’t know what to do with them.

“You can open them now,” Deku whispers in her ear, as sweet as sin.

And Katsuki does.

She gasps from the sight that welcomes her.

The sun was about to set, giving its last rays to the wild waves of the sea and painting the sky with oranges, purples and blues. It felt so intimate, unlike anything she had ever experienced before.

“I believe that if your first kiss isn’t going to be with someone special, at least it has to be in a beautiful place, hmm?” Deku hums.

Katsuki had completely forgotten about that.

“Deku… I… Thank you. I don’t have words. This is…” She was so moved.

She never imagined that someone could be this considerate towards her. Deku was… setting the bar high.

“It’s okay. Some places are so magnificent that they take our breath away. They are impossible to describe. We can’t do anything but admire them,” he explains and turns her towards him.

At that moment, Katsuki could see the sunset reflecting on his magnificent green eyes. And inside them, she could also find herself in a gaze filled with something that she didn’t know what to call.

Izuku cups her rosy cheeks, and Katsuki basks in the warmth that he provides. They were insanely close. The blond didn’t even know what to do with her own hands, they were trapped in between her and Deku’s chest.

“Kacchan… Can I kiss you?” Izuku asks her just a few millimeters away from her lips.

“Yes,” she breathes.

“Close your eyes,” he tells her as he caresses her scalp.

And she does.

She feels something soft and warm against her lips. It was a feather-like touch at first, and then the pressure increased. She follows Izuku’s lead until their mouths tangle themselves in a beautiful dance. It isn’t enough. She wants 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦.

So, Katsuki grows bold and locks her arms around Deku’s neck. She sticks out her tongue a bit and traces Deku’s bottom lip. He tastes delicious, like cherry. The actor smiles and prompts her to open her mouth more to devour her completely.

It’s a 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 first kiss.

Both separate briefly.

“Was it everything you wished for?” Deku questions her vulnerably and places behind her ear one strand of wild blond hair.

“Everything I wished and much more,” she answers before diving into Izuku once more, surprising him. Izuku responds eagerly, tightening his grip on her waist.

“Again,” Katsuki whispers between Izuku’s lips.

And he kisses her.

“Again,” Katsuki demands, even if she’s all flustered.

Again, and again, and again.

She was floating, and a part of her wished that she could kiss Deku forever.

There was no doubt anymore.

Her heart craves for Deku.
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Hey everyone! The latest scene was the one illustrated by @jackielynn_gm. I can't wait for y'all to see it, I'm so excited!☺️💕

This story still has more scenes to go, but I'll keep tweeting them over the following days of the posting period. I hope y'all are enjoying this story as much as I loved writing it! See y'all tomorrow!
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