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Heroes Daily: Dyna-good, or Dyna-bad? Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight is seen, yet again, losing his explosive temper in public!
In his defense, he really, truly tried to be on his best behavior. But how the fuck will he keep his cool when he hears a bunch of degenerate men saying the most inappropriate comments about his girlfriend?!
Or, how about when he was mid-patrol, and a group of people were dead fucking ass replaying edits of his woman on their phone, talking some shit like how they can treat her better than he can. Nuh uh! No way! He can and WILL fight anyone who even thinks of stealing her away.
He grumbles to himself inside his office, crossing his arms like a child after his PR agent berated him for once again landing himself in the trending hashtags for all the wrong reasons.
Urgh! This is all because of the photoshoot you had for a new summer clothing line! Of course, he would never tell you what you can and cannot do. He trusts you wholeheartedly and knows that you’re strong enough to fend for yourself if ever the situation calls for it.
It’s precisely why he has no qualms or (initial) issues when your PR manager advised you to model for a well-known company. He actually loved it! You showed him the final pictures before anybody else in the world, and you looked perfect. The same magazine is actually framed in his very office! Sometimes he’d find himself sighing like a schoolboy with his celebrity crush magazine, as he stares lovingly at your printed pictures, daydreaming about you.
Katsuki doesn’t blame you one bit for taking the offer. What he does blame, however, are those gross people who act as if you aren’t happily taken!
Computer, how do I mass-report the entire internet for thirsting over my girlfriend, quickest route, no freeways!
Turns out, Katsuki wasn’t the only one completely down bad for you. The moment the company released the photos from your shoot, you started trending worldwide. Some shots had you in a bikini, sunlight catching against your skin as you posed effortlessly by the water, one hand brushing through your hair, another resting on your hip, confidence practically radiating off you through the screen. In another, you were lounging against a poolside chair, gaze half-lidded toward the camera, the kind of look that made people forget how to breathe.
Other pictures leaned more into your hero image. You were dressed in a light summer dress that the company advertised as combat-friendly, the fabric flowing around you as you moved. One photo caught you mid-step, the hem of the dress fluttering as if you’d just landed from the sky after a patrol. Another had you standing tall against a bright city backdrop, arms crossed, the confident smile of a top-ranked hero who knew exactly what she was capable of.
Within hours, the post skyrocketed to billions of likes, and the comment section became absolute chaos, with fans from every corner of the internet desperately trying their luck at winning your heart.
⤷anddddd bricked! HELLOOOOOO
Ew! Katsuki bets it’s not even as big as his fucking finger!
⤷trading myself (rideable)
Psh! This commenter wishes! You’ll never even know of their existence!
⤷A tear slipped down my leg
Fucking wipe it then, degenerate!
⤷Till the neighbors know her name!
Blocked, reported, disliked!
⤷I’m about to start barking
He’s calling animal control center as we speak!
⤷It’s pulsing her name in morse code…
This extra’s fuckin’ heart pulse isn’t gonna do shit anymore once Katsuki finds them
⤷Dynamight CANNOTTT handle allat
Yes he can! He’s about to dm this nobody and tell them it’s on sight
⤷Can her boyfriend fight?
He will NOT hesitate to explode your entire family tree!
⤷This Bakugo kid can’t fight us all🤣🤣Imma show her what a real man can do
FUCK THIS SHIT! REPORTED REPORTED REPORTED
‘Puter, do you hear me?!
Katsuki stares at the screen long enough for the words to start blurring together.
He should stop reading. He knows he should. Hell, he’s told you a hundred times not to look at comment sections because it’s always full of extras who think their opinions matter more than they actually do.
But he keeps scrolling.
And every new comment makes the muscle in his jaw tighten a little more.
Katsuki briefly considers whether becoming public enemy number one would really be that bad. With the way his hands are already itching to explode something, he feels more than willing to burn the entire internet to the ground if it means shutting these idiots up.
Because they aren’t even talking about your hero work anymore.
And that’s what pisses him off the most.
You’re one of the highest-ranked heroes in the country. You push your quirk past its limits every single day. You train until your muscles scream and your body begs you to stop. You built your agency from the ground up, with no family legacy, no hand-me-down reputation, no shortcuts.
Katsuki has seen it all firsthand.
He’s seen the nights you stumble into bed half-asleep after patrols that ran too long. The mornings you wake up before the sun just to train. The way you push yourself harder than anyone else in the room, even when no one is watching.
You worked your ass off for every bit of recognition you have. And yet, people seem to forget that. They think of you as if you only got far because of ‘pretty privilege.’
After scrolling through the endless comments, his eyes drift back up to the screen.
Heroes Daily: Dyna-good, or Dyna-bad? Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight is seen, yet again, losing his explosive temper in public!
Katsuki huffs, crossing his arms, jaw tight. Yeah, this headline wasn’t exactly flattering. He probably looked like an angry maniac to the world, just like what his PR agent said.
And yet…
He didn’t care.
Because every single one of those comments…every disgusting, stupid, entitled comment, was about you. About his girlfriend. About the woman who didn’t just walk into the spotlight and steal attention with ‘looks’ alone. About the hero who had clawed, fought, bled, and trained herself to the top of the rankings.
How dare some extra on the internet have the audacity to claim you only got this far without breaking a sweat?
In his defense, he really, truly tried to be on his best behavior. He had really tried. He had kept his hands to himself, gritted his teeth, and ignored the comments. He’d muttered under his breath, stomped around his office, nearly blew his employees up once or twice… but he hadn’t let himself go completely.
But he still remembers what exactly happened that landed him to have that headline.
He was on patrol when he heard laughter that grated against his nerves. He wanted to ignore it, of course, even if he was annoyed; they aren’t villains, and they aren’t breaking any laws. He walked, seeing a group of men huddled around someone’s phone, their eyes glued to the screen.
And then he heard it.
Comments about your photos. The campaign that had just been released, from what he remembered you talking to him about on the phone just a few hours ago. Every curve and line of your body is perfectly framed. Every shot radiated strength, beauty, and power.
But they weren’t seeing that.
They were making jokes. Whispering about how they could “treat you better.” Mocking, laughing, belittling the woman he loves, as if your achievements and hard work didn’t exist. They snickered to themselves. He feels his fury increase when they start creating scenarios about taking control over you, making you their ‘bitch’ or ‘fleshlight.’
His vision narrowed. Sparks hissed along his palms as he stepped closer. Drinks toppled, chairs scraped, and their laughter choked off into terrified silence. He grabs them all, telling them off for their disrespect to one of the best heroes in the country. You work with your blood, sweat, and tears, keeping the citizens safe. Keeping these bastards safe, and they can’t even do something as simple as respecting you?
“Next time you open your mouth about (H/N),” he growled, voice low, precise, and dangerous, “remember exactly who the fuckin’ hell you’re talking about.”
A flash of reporters’ cameras went off, capturing him at his most intense, his fury radiating from every inch of his posture. By the time they realized what was happening, the headline was practically writing itself.
Those idiots on the street, on the internet, in comment sections, they needed a reminder. A reminder that you are not a prize for anyone to claim, that your strength, your skill, your brilliance cannot be dismissed or reduced to nothing but looks. That you are amazing, and anyone who dares forget it deserves to feel the weight of his fist on their face.
A faint smirk curls at the edge of his lips as he leans forward after hearing a ding! From his phone
🫀: ‘Suki! Are you still up for dinner later?
Let them call him explosive, uncontrollable, a maniac. They might write the headlines, tweet the chaos, and plaster it across the internet.
But if losing his temper once more reminded the world of who you really are, the hero, the force, the unstoppable woman he loved with every ounce of himself… then it was more than worth it.
Even if it’d make Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight as the bad guy in the headlines, he’d wear it like a badge of honour.
You: Of course, sweets. Wouldn’t miss it for the world.