One shot where the reader is sick and bakugo is taking care of her but they aren’t dating theyr js friends but obviously he likes her so he comes to her house to take care of her idk >_<
𐔌 i’ll take care of you | k. bakugo .ᐟ ֹ ꒱ִ
ᝰ.ᐟ cw: fluffy, comfort, implied mutual pining, bantering, sick!fem!reader, she may be a bit bratty (?), caretaker!bestfriend!katsuki, he invades your home lol, domesticsuki, possibly ooc
ᝰ.ᐟ synopsis: you’re sick with the flu and your grumpy bestfriend decides to take care of you
ᝰ.ᐟ a/n 💬: he’s only here because you’re incapable of taking care of yourself. sure. according to him … thank you tyler for title inspo ⤷ m.list ˎˊ˗
your phone buzzes for what feels like the hundredth time that morning. you don’t even bother looking at it at first, too busy trying to convince yourself that maybe if you stayed perfectly still, the pounding behind your eyes would magically disappear. but, it doesn’t.
there’s another buzz and then another.
and you don’t open your eyes at first, only rolling farther beneath your blanket with a miserable groan. every inch of you aches, your throat burns, and breathing feels like too much work.
your phone buzzes once again somewhere beneath the comforter now from you adjusting where you were laying and you whine.
now truthfully, you’ve been ignoring your phone for almost three hours. between sleeping, coughing, and telling yourself you’d answer everyone later, you never noticed the string of missed calls piling up overtime, though. it got to the point where your phone had buzzed so much that with the world’s most dramatic groan, you blindly fish around until your fingers finally close around it, then shove it beneath your pillow just to make it stop. “shut up !”
after feeling one more vibration, you finally snatch it from underneath the pillow, cursing under your breath. you crack one eye open and the brightness of the screen makes you squint — it’s a string of messages and calls from katsuki and a couple of others.
despite feeling awful, a tiny smile tugs at your lips as your fingers move sluggishly across the screen, responding to at least one of his messages.
the typing bubble appears the second you text back.
you go to type back, but you’re interrupted by knocking. the knock at your door actually startles you, so you decide to stare at the ceiling for a long second, debating on pretending you aren’t home.
after contemplating, you groan into your blanket, squeezing your eyes shut in the pathetic hope that whoever it was would simply … leave.
but, another knock follows, louder this time.
your brows slowly knit together, “…no way.” then your phone buzzes again.
you let out the tiniest, most defeated sigh, letting your head fall back onto the pillow with a weak groan as you stare at your bedroom door and then back at your phone, another message popping up
“…you’re kidding,” you say with a scoff. it takes entirely too much effort just to drag yourself out of bed. you shuffle down the hallway wrapped in the fluffiest blanket you could find, one hand braced against the wall for balance. “so annoying.” you then mumbled to nobody but yourself.
you’re basically dragging yourself across your home. it’s something like moving with all the enthusiasm of someone marching toward their own execution.
the knocking slowly turns into banging as you move toward the door. “…’m coming !” the words barely leave your throat before dissolving into another cough. as you finally get to the front door, unlocking it, you’re already breathing a little harder than you should be, sniffling as well.
the second the door cracks open, katsuki’s brows knit together. his crimson eyes sweep over you from head to toe, but he doesn’t say anything right away. he just stands there with a grocery bag hanging from one hand, his brows drawing together a little more the longer he looks at you. his gaze catches on your puffy cheeks and your sleepy eyes as he lets out a slow breath through his nose. “…damn,” he mutters, shaking his head once. “you look like shit.” the words left him under his breath. then his eyes travel from your face to your messy hair and to the blanket that’s practically swallowing you whole.
you blink up at him, frowning. you’re far too tired to even cuss him out properly. “…well. good morning to you too,”your voice embarrassingly raspy.
“yeah ?” one brow lifts as he nudges the door open the rest of the way with his shoulder. “and you don’t look happy. did you not wanna see me ?”
“wha?- i’m literally sick—“ before you can reply fully and step aside properly, katsuki’s already inside, grocery bag swinging lightly from one hand as he nudges the front door shut with his foot.
you blink after him, “did you just invite yourself in ?” you mumble, watching him head straight for your kitchen without so much as a second glance like he pays rent.
“mhm,” he only grunts in response, already slipping his jacket over the back of one of your chairs just like he’d done it a hundred times before.
“…well, i don’t remember saying you could.” you crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow, your foot tapping lightly.
“didn’t ask,” he mutters, scoffing. “you looked like hell.”
“rude,” you puffed your cheeks out, finally following after him with slow little shuffles, blanket still wrapped around your shoulders tightly.
he glanced over his shoulder just long enough for you to catch the corner of his mouth twitching. “you’re sick.”
“still rude,” you mutter, rolling your eyes.
he ignores you, already unpacking the grocery bag. out came: a carton of broth, chicken noodle soup, crackers, ginger ale, tea packets, a box of tissues, and one of your favorite snacks.
you raised an eyebrow, leaning slightly forward. “…when did you buy all that ?” your eyes widened at the sight of everything, and you shifted your weight from one foot to the other.
he didn’t look up, unable to for some reason. “on the way here.”
“wait, you stopped at the store ?” your eyes mirror the smile appearing on your face. the simple gesture filled you with gratitude, and you felt a soft flutter in your chest as you realize how much your bestfriend really cares for you — cares for you enough to take care of you.
“…did i ?” he said with a slow, deliberate drawl, each syllable dripping with sarcasm. his brows furrowing as he speaks. “obviously.”
“…for me ?” you coo, your voice lilting with playful curiosity and teasing sweetness.
his hands paused for the briefest moment before he went back to setting everything on the counter, far more interested in lining up soup cans than looking anywhere near your face. “…who else is gonna eat this bland-ass food ?”
your lips curled as you snort and wince after, “you could’ve just said yes.”
“nah,” he clicked his tongue, rolling his eyes. “don’t get cocky with me.” after glancing up and seeing you wince from laughing, his expression softened. it’s very brief, though. easy to miss if you didn’t know him.
you finally lean against the doorway, just watching him move around your kitchen with quiet confidence. he finishes putting everything away before glancing over his shoulder. “ …why’re you standing ?”
“i just wanted to see what you were doing ...”
“no,” you murmur before shuffling over to one of the kitchen chairs, dropping into it with another dramatic sigh. your blanket bunches around you as you rest your cheek against the table, watching him some more.
he sighs, a long, and dramatic one — not minding your longing gaze on him. he’s acting as if he doesn’t realize it while gathering the different tea packets he brought.
“…you know,” you mumble after a minute, your voice slightly muffled against your sleeve, “you didn’t have to come all the way over here.”
his hands pause only long enough to tear open a packet of tea. “oh, i know.”
he doesn’t answer, it doesn’t come out as fast as he wants it to. he just sets the kettle on the stove before leaning one hip against the counter, folding his arms across his chest. “well, err,” he clears his throat before continuing. “…i called.”
“i slept through it…,” you murmur ashamed. you never ignore your bestfriend’s call. it makes you feel so bad that you start to apologize. “i’m so—“
“noticed. so, i texted too.” he blurts out before you can apologize. “shut up.”
“well,” you sigh, rubbing your temple. “…i slept through those too until you spammed me.”
another nod, “yeah i know.” there’s a quiet pause before he looks at you again, his expression settling somewhere between annoyed and concerned, but then a little softened. “…figured if i left you alone, you’d probably convince yourself crackers count as a full meal.” he finally finishes his thought, watching for your reaction in the hopes of making you laugh.
your lips twitch as you sniffle once more, “they do.”
“they don’t.” he snickers, flashing a small dimple at your grin.
“agree to disagree !” you say with your voice light but firm, sealing the end of this stupid debate with a playful pout.
he lets out another one of those little scoffs that almost sounds like a laugh before turning back toward the stove. “…you’re— whatever.”
you can’t help the tiny, raspy giggles that finally slips through. “and you’re annoying.”
“and you’re still sick.” he says it so matter-of-factly that you just roll your eyes at him, you know he’s not wrong.
“…but you’re still here.” you say after hesitating for a moment.
for just a second, the kitchen goes quiet. the only sound comes from the kettle beginning to warm up. katsuki reaches up to rub the back of his neck before clicking his tongue under his breath. “…yeah,” it’s barely louder than the kettle. “…guess i am.”
suddenly, you grow curious as you watch him function in a kitchen that’s not his own. “how do you even know how to work everything ?”
that earns you a glance and he raises one eyebrow, shrugging. “i’ve been here before.”
“so?-” you start before getting cut off by him. “you also invited me over to build that bookshelf.” he points his finger into the direction of your living room, gesturing at your manga filled and other miscellaneous filled bookshelf.
“then you couldn’t figure out your tv and then your smoke detector.” he continues to ramble about the amount times you’ve needed him to come over.
“…okay.” you can’t even argue with that, he’s lowkey right, once again.
“…then your faucet,” he went on, shoulders slumping as he leaned against the counter. his brows arched in amusement and lips curling into a faint smirk. he gestured, counting on his fingers as if the motion alone could convey how many times he’d come to your rescue. “also, your stupid console—“
“enough,” you glare at him, cutting him off, realizing how dependent you are when it comes to him. “…i’m noticing a pattern.”
a quiet snort escapes him before he manages to stifle it, a hint of smugness in his voice as he replies, “yeah, me too.” there it is. that tiny almost-smile he tries so hard to hide. you’ve always liked seeing that one.
while the tea simmers on the stove, you find yourself moving off your chair and drifting closer. first you’re leaning against the counter next to him, then your shoulder brushes his arm. a sleepy yawn leaves you while your forehead bumps lightly against his side. “you’re just really good at everything you do. no glaze.” you quickly add the last part with a scoff.
as you speak, you don’t even realize how vulnerable you’re acting, but katsuki definitely does and he tries to come off as unaffected by it while his hand pauses where it’s stirring the tea for you. “uh huh, sure… comfortable ?”
a soft sigh escaping your lips as you mumble, “…mhm.”
“you usin’ me as furniture now ?” he asked with a lopsided grin as he glances down at you, mocking your sigh.
“yeah, man,” you murmur with an eyeroll, glancing up at him, “you’re warm.”
he huffs a laugh through his nose. “you’re gonna get me sick.”still… he didn’t push you off, shifting just enough that you’re leaning against him more comfortably as he finishes up your tea almost.
it’s such a small adjustment, but it means a lot. “…thanks,” you mumble quietly, words muffled against his sleeve.
he pretends not to hear you, but grunts anyway. “…don’t thank me yet. it’s not done.” he randomly reaches up with his free hand, the back of his knuckles brush carefully across your forehead. his brows knit together as he glances down at you. “still burnin’ up.”
you pout, glancing up at him. “i took medicine already.”
“…when ?” you fall silent, curling your lips before he asks again. “i said when ?”
“like … early, early this morning. maybe at three in the morning.”
he slowly closes his eyes, sighing. “…why were you up at?!— it’s almost the afternoon.”
“‘oh,’” he repeats flatly, flashing a deadpan expression at you and pointing toward the couch with the spoon. “go sit down before you fall over.”
“no,” you playfully whine, shaking your head.
“i won’t !” even as you say that, your knees wobble. you grab onto him so quickly, pretending it didn’t happen.
“…idiot,” he muttered under his breath.
you don’t move, sighing and batting your lashes up at him. “…will you come sit too ?”
he looks at you and looks at the pot, then back at you again. “you’re really milkin’ this whole sick thing.”
“maybe… but, it’d make me feel better,” you murmured, your voice soft and certain.
his expression softens slightly. “…yeah,” his voice then comes out quieter this time. “i know.”
he finishes up the tea finally, turning to you as one hand settling against your side before you can protest. “…c’mon.”
“hey !— i can walk !” you exclaim, your hand coming up to meet his.
“sure you can.” his tone says he believes the exact opposite. still, he walks you to your couch and doesn’t make a big deal out of it. he just stays close enough that if you stumble again, he’ll be able to catch you before you hit the floor. it’s… strangely comforting. the feeling of being babied by him.
by the time you’re on the couch, a warm mug is being pressed carefully into your hands. “drink.”
you hum, glancing down at the cup before drinking some. “it’s bitter.” you wrinkle your nose after one sip.
“…it’s tea.” he scoffs, pinching the bridge of his nose in disbelief.
“it tastes like leaves !” you blurt, grimacing at him, eyes narrowing in genuine disgust.
“because it basically is leaves … it has herbs n whatnot—” he said, pouting and shrugging loosely. “c’mon just drink it. stop being so difficult.”
“i don’t like healthy things,” you flick your hand in the air with a dramatic sigh, as if the very idea of ‘herb tea’ was beneath you.
the pout quickly comes to and end as the corner of his mouth twitches again, barely. “shocking. very shocking.”
“wow,” you gasp dramatically, coughing as you do so. “…that was mean.”
“you’ll live.” he rolls his eyes yet again, so hard you’re surprised they don’t get stuck. “keep drinkin’.”
you obey, mostly because every time you stop, he gives you that look. the one that convinces you arguing isn’t worth the effort. it’s intimidating, really. your bestfriend is scary.
a calm silence settles between you after that other than your slow sips. the tv is now plays something, it’s one of your comfort shows he turned on for you.
every now and then, katsuki glances away from his phone just long enough to make sure you’ve taken another sip. but, this is nice. it’s nice and comfortable, comfortable enough that your eyes begin drifting shut. “…oi.”
“don’t fall asleep sittin’ up.”
“…m’not.” your head tips sideways despite yourself and you feel the couch dip beside you before a hand reaches over, carefully adjusting the blanket higher around your shoulders as he takes the mug from out of your hands. “liar.”
you don’t argue, you’re already halfway asleep.
there’s a long pause before you feel warm fingers brush a few stray hairs away from your forehead to feel your fever once more. the touch disappears almost as quickly as it came. “always gotta worry me,” he mutters quietly, mostly to himself.
your sleepy brain catches just enough of it to smile. “…you sure do care a lot for someone who keeps callin’ me mean names.”
he freezes, glaring at you before gritting out, “go to sleep.”
his ears tint the faintest shade of pink. “you’re fuckin’ delirious.”
“mhm …” you hum in response, yawning softly. “thanks for comin’ over, kats.” you then murmur to him peaking at him for the last time.
“…yeah,” his voice comes out softer than before. “somebody’s gotta keep you alive.” your smile lingers long after your eyes flutter shut and you’ve fallen asleep at last.
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