A very specific Bakugou request for a fem. reader was...requested lol. I will do my best to get the plot correct, but I did change a few things to make it flow beter ^_^ For this oneshot the reader and Bakugou will be aged up (for most of it). Enjoy!

You never expected to have a bad day today. You had woken up on time for school (for the first time in a while) and your breakfast tasted surprisingly great. So, why were you staring down a tall girl with blue skin and yellow eyes and a wide-set guy with a knife and a ski mask on? 

That's because the world hates you y/n...I wish I could've seen more memes though. What a waste!

"Hey you! Are you listening to us!? Give us everything you have!" the girl yelled. She sounded like she was your age, and her yellow eyes were wide with fear. You weren't afraid of her, the man looked like he had done this before though.

"I-I am listening. But I d-don't have anything."

"Bullshit. You must have a nice phone right?" the man asked you, taking a step forwards. You backed away, eyeing the small knife warily. Could you outrun him if you ditched your backpack? Or would he chase you?

"Hey!! What do you fuckers think you're doing!?" a harsh voice yelled from behind you, and your two assailants took a few steps backwards. "Do you even know how to use that knife old man?"

You glanced over your shoulder, your eyes landing on a spiky blonde haired boy with furious red eyes. His eyes...you wondered if they always burned with fury like that. He walked over to you and stood in front of you protectively, his palms outstretched as small crackling sounds emitted from them. It sounded like small fireworks to you.

So cool...

"You're just another teenager! You're in our way!" the man yelled, suddenly rushing towards the sneering blonde. What started off as fireworks in the boy's hands soon became an explosion of smoke and fire aimed straight at the man.

The man was blown back by the sheer force of the explosion, and the girl struggled to stay on her feet. The man's knife flew out of his hand, much to your relief. "No...you're in my way asshole!!" he yelled, his sneer just growing even more condescending at the two villains.

The girl cursed under her breath and turned on her heel to run away. The man grumbled, slowly getting to his feet as he followed the girl. You exhaled a breath you didn't know you were holding in, your eyes trailing over your rescuer. His face was still etched with anger even though he had won, but his eyes looked a little calmer. Just a little.

"T-Thank you--"

"Don't thank me weakling! Learn how to take care of yourself first!" he scolded you as he already began to walk away, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. If he didn't just save you you would've thought he was a delinquent!

"Wait! W-What's your name. My name's--"

"It's Bakugou! You better remember that too cause you'll be seeing my name next to the number one hero spot!!" he yelled out, his voice as clear as day even though he was pretty far away from you now. You sighed knowing already that you two would probably never meet again.

I don't have a quirk like yours. I can't be a hero like you...  

...

11 years later

"Y/n...wake up. It's 5:30 already."

"Mmph! Already!?" you asked the nurse who was looking at you with a judgmental expression. You had fallen asleep on a rickety surgical bed and had asked her to wake you at five thirty, but two hours of sleep just wasn't enough for you.

"You're still a resident y/n...get your act together."

"Yes ma'am." you mumbled, getting off the bed and tying your hair up in a ponytail quickly. Being a doctor was demanding as hell but it was the closest thing to being a hero in your opinion. Your quirk also came in handy more in the hospital. If you waved your hands around a person's face you could calm them down, sometimes you were able to make them sleep!

"I'm going to go check on Mr--" you began to tell the nurse before you heard a loud crashing sound followed by multiple people yelling. Three doctors practically fled out of a room at the end of the hallway, and one of them made eye contact with you.

"Y/n you're going to treat Mr. Bakugou! He's not letting any of us treat him. He thinks we're fans! He's crazy!" the doctor said. You froze for a moment before nodding quickly. Could it be... no even if it was him, as a resident you had an obligation to treat him. You hoped he wouldn't be too much of a problem.

I can finally thank him properly if it is him!

You gulped, trying to calm yourself before walking into his room. Your ears were immediately assaulted by his screams and curses.

"I'm a pro hero and this is how I get treated! Shitty hospital! Shitty nurses!! No one's actin' normal!!"

"You're definitely not acting normal either Mr. Bakugou...I'm here to treat you. My name's y/n, and I'll be your doctor now." you stated, and Bakugou gaped up at you. He was sitting on a stool, his hero costume was severely ripped in several places. You were amazed that it was still clinging on his body.

"It's you. You're the girl from that day!" he said. You nodded your eyes observing where he might be injured.

"Mr. Bakugou--"

"Just call me Bakugou!"

"Fine... but you're going to have to remove your shirt. I see some bad gashes on your arm that need to be looked at."

"Whatever." he grumbled lowly before he ripped his orange and black shirt right off of his body. You raised an eyebrow because of how unnecessary that was, but your mouth soon became dry when you processed how muscular he was.

His abs practically rippled when he leaned back on the stool. His arms were buff too damn it! Were all pro heroes this hot?

No y/n! Be professional...he needs you to be professional. People probably gawk at him all the time, you thought to yourself, desperately trying to keep your eyes focused on his face. His attractive face...

"A-Alright I'm going to clean your arms. I will remove any debris I find, so there might be slight pain." you said, putting on some blue rubber gloves. Bakugou scoffed loudly, probably knowing that he could handle any pain.

You observed the gashes, which didn't look as bad as you thought, still trying to focus on his injuries rather than his thick eyelashes and soft skin. When you started cleaning the wound, Bakugou tensed at your touch.

"Shit...you went to medical school huh?" he asked you. You chuckled, and decided to try and make conversation with the hot-tempered blonde.

"Y-Yeah--"

"Why didn't you become a hero? I told you to become stronger...that day."

His surprising comment caught you off guard completely. "W-Wait you remember what you told me?"

"Of course. My memory's the best." he replied which earned a genuine laugh from you. His crimson eyes burned into your eyes, so you immediately tried to quiet your laughter. "Don't stop laughing. You have a cute laugh."

"AAh-I-I have to be professional Bakugou."

"Well it's my professional opinion as a pro hero that you have a fucking cute laugh." he said. You nearly dropped the gauze you were holding, but managed to dress his wound properly despite your burning face. "You're quiet now."

"I-I just don't know what to say."

"Well it's a good fucking thing I do! Be my personal doctor y/n! I can hire you right now, and pay you more than this shithole ever will."

"B-But I'm still just a resident." you protested, and Bakugou nodded in understanding.  

"Well the minute you're a full-fledged doctor...be mine."

"Pfft, it sounds like you're proposing to me." you said, smiling widely losing what little professionalism you had left. "But I will. I will be your doctor Bakugou."

"Good!"

...

2 years (and many dates) later

"Bakugou! I told you not to open your wound again! It'll never heal at this rate." you scolded the pro hero who just gave you a fierce scowl and an eye-roll.

"And I told you I'll be fine!"

"Yeah you're right Bakugou, you're fine. That blood is a completely normal occurrence right?"

"....Yeah!"

"Ok then...I guess you won't want me to stitch you up. You'll just bleed out and you'll never be the number one hero--"

"Alright fine shitty y/n! Fix me!!" Bakuogu roared into your ears. You nodded, already beginning to focus on stitching up the wound on the side of his stomach. You both sat down across from each other and silence fell over Bakugou's small office. But you didn't mind the quiet. Bakugou unfortunately did though. "Y/N!"

"Aah! Bakugou don't scare me like that! I could've messed up your stitches." you said, keeping your hands as steady as possible. Bakugou sighed loudly, obviously not content with something. "What's wrong?"

"What would you say...if I asked you to be mine? If you would marry me y/n!" he said, each careful word coming out of his mouth slowly. You looked up at him, your heart pounding hard in your ears. But you knew what you wanted to say. You've wanted to say it for so long after all.

"I'm already yours Bakugou. I would love to marry you!"

The happy words were barely out of your mouth when you felt Bakugou pull at your chin and press his lips to yours. His hands roamed and tangled in your hair, while you tried to tame the deep blush that was probably embarrassingly evident on your face. He pulled away for a second, whispering in your ear, "Ever since I met you...it's always been you y/n. You're the fucking one."

His warm breath tickled the inside of your ear as a shiver ran down your spine. "It has always been you too. I love you Bakugou."

His strong arms wrapped around your body and you lost yourself in your fiance's embrace.