Hiiii I’m the one who left the comment on your post !
Could you maybe do a bakugo katsuki one shot where the reader has been over doing it for awhile and gets herself sick
Like maybe their both pro hero’s and share an apartment bad he convinces her to call in
Just some nice hurt/comfort
tw: swearing, hurt/comfort, arguing, intimacy (nothing explicit)
Katsuki sighed as he stepped into the house at exactly 8:00 PM, kicking off his hero boots with a grunt. Every inch of his body ached from the relentless patrols, the never-ending grind of his job. But none of that mattered. All he wanted was to see you. To sink into the comfort of your home, your bed—your presence.
Dragging his tired limbs toward the master bedroom, he pushed the door open, fully expecting to find you curled up in bed, a book in your hands, waiting for him like always.
His jaw tightened, frustration simmering beneath his exhaustion. He knew your job demanded long hours, but damn it; was it too much to ask to come home and see his wife after an insane day? The gnawing irritation in his chest only worsened as he fished his phone from his pocket, scrolling to your contact with muscle memory alone.
Without hesitation, he hit call, pressing the device to his ear as he paced the room.
After a few attempts, each one met with nothing but voicemail, he let out a sharp, frustrated breath before throwing his phone onto the bed. His jaw clenched, hurt mixing with irritation. He wasn’t the type to admit it, but he needed you here.
With a scowl, he let his feet carry him to the bathroom, shedding his hero gear piece by piece. The hot spray of the shower did little to ease the tension in his shoulders, but he stayed under it anyway, silently hoping you’d come home in time to join him.
But time dragged on. Thirty minutes in the shower. Another ten spent getting dressed, running through his usual skincare routine, because of course, you’d chew him out if he skipped it. Still, the house remained eerily quiet.
No footsteps. No sound of keys jingling. No teasing voice telling him he took way too long in the bathroom.
With a heavy sigh, Katsuki collapsed onto the bed, the very spot where he had hoped you’d already be. The irony wasn’t lost on him. The roles were reversed for once, and now he was the one waiting, eyes growing heavier by the second.
Eventually, exhaustion won, dragging him into sleep before he could hear the front door finally creak open.
By the time you stepped through the door, it was well past midnight. Exhaustion weighed you down, your limbs heavy from the never-ending workday. Meetings that stretched on for hours, stacks of pointless paperwork, late-night patrols—it all left your head spinning, your body sluggish.
Nights like these made you wonder why you even bothered. Some days, you wanted to throw in the towel, stay home, and do nothing but cook and laze around all day. A quiet, simple life. Not that Katsuki would ever let you clean—he always claimed you just made a bigger mess of the house.
With a tired sigh, you toed off your boots and set your gear aside, already dreading the conversation waiting for you in the bedroom. But when you opened the door, you found something unexpected.
There he was, sprawled out on the bed, one arm resting on your side of the mattress, as if he had been waiting for you. His brows were slightly furrowed even in sleep, like he had passed out unwillingly, fighting to stay awake.
Guilt twisted in your stomach. You knew how much he hated coming home to an empty bed.
Silently, you opened the drawer, grabbing some clothes to change into. As you turned around, about to undress, your breath caught in your throat when you found yourself staring into a pair of crimson-red eyes.
Katsuki was awake, sitting up in bed, his glare piercing right through you. His hair was slightly disheveled, but the irritation in his eyes was unmistakable.
“Do you have any idea what time it is?” His voice was rough from sleep, but there was no mistaking the annoyance lacing his words. Narrowing his eyes, he took in your appearance—disheveled, exhausted, barely able to stand. “You finally decided that it was time to come home?”
Your stomach churned in guilt and pain. All you wanted to do was relax under the covers with your beloved husband, but it seemed like he had other plans. You opened your mouth to respond, but the only sound that escaped was a harsh cough.
Katsuki noticed, of course he did; he noticed everything about you. But his quick concern morphed back into anger. Climbing out of bed, he raised his voice, “Y/N, you can’t just ignore my calls and show up in the middle of the night pretending everything’s fine! I’ve been waiting for you.”
“Kats, please… It’s been a long day, I’m tired… Let’s go to bed,” you pleaded, trying to wave off the sudden dizziness. You raised a hand to your head, covering your face as tears started to form, though you tried to hide them.
“I don’t give a damn if you’re tired, Y/N, we need to talk about this. I’m done with you working overtime—” Katsuki cut himself off when he heard a quiet sniffle.
His anger faltered as he took in the sight of you standing there, trembling. Eyes wide, he quickly moved toward you, gently grabbing your hand away from your face, staring you dead in the eyes.
“Shit… fuck, baby, I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice suddenly softer, the anger replaced with a soothing murmur. “Don’t cry… It’s okay, just tell me what’s wrong.”
“I… I’m just so tired, Katsuki,” you choked out, your voice breaking. You wrapped your arms around yourself, feeling smaller with every breath. “I don’t know how much more I can handle. I just… I need a break.”
The words hung in the air, thick with emotion. Katsuki froze, his anger melting away as he took in the sight of you, trembling, barely able to keep it together. His expression softened, guilt flickering across his face.
“Damn it, Y/N…” he muttered under his breath, walking toward you with heavy steps. “You should’ve told me.”
You shook your head, the tears now falling freely. “I didn’t want to worry you… I thought I could keep going… But I can’t… I’m just so tired.”
Katsuki’s gaze softened, and he cupped your face gently, his thumbs wiping away the tears. He swallowed hard, jaw tightening. “No more. You’re not going back to work tomorrow.”
Your eyes widened in shock. “What?”
“No,” he said firmly, his voice brokering no argument. “You’re taking time off. I’m not letting you push yourself until you break.”
You opened your mouth to protest, but exhaustion won, and you found yourself leaning into him, closing your eyes. The idea of taking time off, of not having to worry about anything for once, sounded impossible but so desperately needed.
“Let’s just… go to bed,” you whispered, your voice barely audible as you let yourself fall into his embrace.
Katsuki sighed, pulling you closer. The fight was gone, replaced with tenderness. “Fine, but no more work until you’re better. Got it?”
You nodded, a soft breath escaping as he tucked you under the covers. You were too tired to argue anymore, too tired to do anything but let go of the weight you’d been carrying for so long.
And as he held you close, Katsuki made a silent vow to himself that he wasn’t going to let you burn out again. No more ignoring the signs. No more pretending everything was fine when it wasn’t. He’d make sure of it.
With that thought, the two of you finally fell into a peaceful, much-needed sleep, the tension from earlier melting away.
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