Thinking about drunk Kirishima, red solo cup in hand, babbling on and on about his pretty, perfect girlfriend. His words are slurred with every compliment, cheeks flushed, grin wide and unashamed as he brags to anyone whoâll listen.
Girls try to flirt with him, tossing casual smiles and playful touches his way, but he doesnât even noticeâheâs too consumed with talking about you.
âYeah, my girl does that way better,â he says without missing a beat, brushing off their attempts with a lazy wave of his hand.
âOh, she went thereâsaid it sucked. So nah, Iâm not wasting my time.â
âShe helped me train for my last sparâtook one look at my stance and fixed it. Coach-level instincts, man. Iâd be a mess without her.â
He keeps going, proud and loud about how perfect you are for him, how lucky he is. Somewhere between bragging about your pretty eyes, and how you always know when he's feeling off, he starts rambling about how heâs gonna marry you somedayâsays it with the casual certainty of someone who knows heâs already found his forever.
Then he sees you walk past, and his whole face lights up like someone just turned on all the lights in the room. His eyes go wide, voice shooting up in volume, puppy-dog excited as he points:
âHey! Thatâs my girlfriend!â
Before you can escape, heâs already stumbling over with that dopey, lovesick grin, wrapping an arm around your waist and dragging you back to the group like he just won a prize. He looks at them all smug, like see? told you she was perfect.
The living room was unusually quiet for a summer afternoon, save for the faint hum of the fan oscillating above and the soft babble of a certain five-month-old wrapped snugly in a yellow onesie with tiny explosions printed on itâBakugo's idea of âcute baby fashion.â
You were curled up on the floor with a large slice of watermelon in your hands, its juicy red flesh practically glowing under the sunlight pouring through the window. Katsuki was lounging on the couch, arms crossed, watching the both of you with a rare, unguarded smirk.
âYou sure sheâs ready for that?â he asked, tilting his head toward your daughter.
âSheâs been eyeing it all day,â you said with a soft laugh, looking down at the baby on her playmat. âRight, sweetheart? Want some watermelon?â
The baby squealed, flailed her tiny fists, and kicked her legs, clearly thinking you just promised her the moon.
âAlright, alright,â you giggled, shifting to sit her up against a pillow for support. âLetâs do this.â
You scooted closer, gently holding the watermelon near her face. The baby leaned forward with all the determination her tiny body could muster and latched onto the juicy fruit like a pro. You and Bakugo watched, completely captivated, as she attempted to gnaw on the thick wedge.
Except... she quickly discovered her little mouth wasnât quite up for the job.
She grunted in frustration, trying to bite down, her cheeks puffed and brows furrowed like a tiny version of her dad. Then, she paused, eyes crossing as she looked down at the watermelon in utter betrayalâthen tried again. And again.
Bakugo snorted from the couch. âSheâs like you when youâre hangry.â
You shot him a mock glare, but couldnât stop laughing when the baby suddenly made a high-pitched squeak and flopped backward, exhausted from her chewy battle. Watermelon juice smeared her chin and cheeks, making her look like a very proud, sticky warrior.
âOh my god, youâre too cute,â you whispered, wiping her face as she let out a tiny hiccup and clutched your thumb.
âSheâs gonna blow up if she doesnât get a bite in soon,â Bakugo joked, finally walking over. He crouched beside you and plucked the watermelon from your hands. âHere, lemme help her out.â
He carefully carved a thinner, baby-friendly piece with his thumb and let her gum at it. She gave a satisfied coo, then locked eyes with him like he just saved her whole life.
âDaddy to the rescue,â you teased, nudging him with your elbow.
âTch. Damn right,â he muttered, but he was smiling.
And for a moment, everything felt stupidly perfectâthe warm sun, the taste of watermelon, and your little family in a moment of peace that made all the chaos worth it.
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âExcuse me?â You shot back with a huff, but the laughter in your voice softened it. âYouâre not exactly a spring chicken yourself, Mr. Dynamight.â
âHah? I could still beat your ass in a race.â
âYou could barely bend down to get your keys this morning.â
He clicked his tongue but didnât deny it. âShouldâve let you get them. Youâre closer to the ground anyway.â
âNow youâre just asking for trouble.â
You two walked a few more steps before he noticed your breathing was just a little heavier. Your hand was tighter on his forearm. You hadnât said anything, of course. He knew you never liked making a fuss. But Bakugou noticed. He always noticed.
Because if he didnât notice, then heâd think heâs the shittiest husband on the planet.
Bakugou stopped.
You looked at him, confused. âKatsu?â
âTurn around.â
âWhatââ
âIâm givinâ you a piggyback ride.â
You blinked. âKatsuki, weâre in our sixties.â
âAnd? You think that stops me?â He crouched a little, wincing more dramatically than he meant to. Despite retaining lighter exercises to keep his body in tip-top shape, age still creeps in like a barnacle to his back. âCâmon, get up before I change my mind.â
âYouâre going to throw your back out.â
âMy backâs tougher than yours.â
âThatâs not saying much anymore!â
âIâd rather break my back than see you waddle like a fuckinâ penguin with those stuffy shoes.â
âOur daughter gave me these shoes!â
âI know,â he replied. âGet on, woman.â
With a chuckle, you carefully climbed onto his back, your arms wrapping around his neck like they did all those years ago when you two were barely adults sneaking out for late-night walks. He held your legs securely under him, your weight familiar even after all this time. You rested your head against the back of his neck.
He lifts you like itâs nothing.
âStill got it,â he mutters, somewhat relieved.
Because Bakugou wants to give you a piggyback rideâor just carry you as many times as he possibly could.
âYouâre insane.â
âYeah, well. You married me. So thereâs nothinâ we could do about that now that weâre five decades in, huh?â
You nuzzled your cheek against his shoulder, your voice muffled. âBest decision I ever made,â you hum. âDo you ever think about what we were like back then?â
âAll the time,â he replies.
âDo you miss it?â
Bakugou exhaled. âNah. I mean, it was good. Great, even. But thisâŠâ He shifts you a little higher on his back. âThis is better.â
âYouâre carrying your wrinkly wife down the street, and you think this is better?â
âHell yeah,â he replies without hesitation. âYou still make fun of me. Still make me laugh. Still kiss me like weâre teenagers. And even if you walk slower now, you still walk with me.â
You were quiet for a moment. Then, softly, âThatâs so sappy. I hate you.â
âShut up,â he mumbles.
You chuckled.
âI love you, Katsuki.â
âI know,â Bakugou says, and then, a little quieter, âI love you too. Always have. Even when you fell asleep during Die Hard.â
âI knew it. You were paying attention.â
He laughs. Full, unguarded, and warm. His chest feels full, like it always does when youâre near. The kind of full that doesnât need fixing. Doesnât need anything more.
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âSee?â Katsuki muttered breathlessly, settling you down onto a wooden bench that overlooked the town below. âDidnât break my back.â
âNot yet. Tomorrow, maybe.â
âTch. Still mouthy,â he said, but there was nothing but tenderness in his voice. He reached for your hand, calloused fingers lacing with yours. âOld or not, youâll never stop talkinâ, will you?â
âNot if I can help it,â you murmured. âSomeoneâs gotta keep you on your toes.â
âYou tickle my toes when Iâm about to fall asleep, you psychopath.â
âAs I said, keep you on your toes.â
You two sat there in silence, side by side, watching as the last of the day faded into hues of soft purple and gold. The town below lit up slowlyâwindows glowing, streetlights flickering on one by one. It was the same town where you built a life, where you came after retiring from the city, where you spent quiet afternoons and lazy mornings and stormy nights curled under blankets.
âI was thinking earlier,â you said, tilting your head toward him. âRemember that old apartment? The first one?â
âThe one with the leaky pipes?â
âAnd the hole in the wall.â
Bakugou made a noise between a groan and a laugh.
âDonât remind me. That place was hell.â
âBut we were happy. And it was our first.â
He nodded. âIt was.â
âYou used to stay up late grading case files while I was asleep on the couch.â
âAnd youâd drool on every pillow,â he said, smirking.
âThatâs love,â you quipped, âsharing spit on furniture.â
âDisgusting,â his eyes crinkled as he chuckled, quiet and deep, before falling into a softer stillness.
âDo you think we did okay?â you asked.
Bakugou turned to look at you. Your eyes were searching his faceânot out of doubt, but for reassurance.
âWe did more than okay,â he said. âWe loved hard. Fought harder. Got old. Grew up.â
You smiled faintly. âWe grew softer.â
He squeezed your hand. âYou did. I stayed badass.â
You laughed, leaning your head on his shoulder. âYeah⊠you did.â
A breeze blew past, and you shivered slightly. Bakugou was already tugging his jacket off before you could protest. He knows you well enough that it comes second to breathing. Something that he could never forget because he needs to remember it to survive.
âYou donât have toââ
âShut up. Youâre cold.â
You let him drape it over you, fingers brushing his wrist as he tucked it close. It was nice. This was nice.
âI still remember the first time I saw you,â you said after a while. âYou were yelling at someone, I think.â
âThat sounds right.â
âI thought, âWhat an ass.ââ
âAnd yet, you married me.â
âBecause you were very persuasive,â you told him.
He snorted. âUh huh.â
Time passed like thatâpeaceful and unhurriedâuntil the sun was a mere sliver on the edge of the world. Fireflies blinked into view. The quiet of the hilltop wrapped around you like a blanket.
âIâm tired,â you murmured quietly, closing your eyes for a moment against his shoulder.
âWant me to carry you home?â
âNo, justâŠâ You paused, then exhaled. âLetâs just stay here a bit.â
Bakugou nodded. âYeah. We can stay.â
âYouâve always been stubborn.â
He grunted in acknowledgment.
âBut also the kindest man Iâve ever known.â
He didnât reply right away. He just looked at youâreally looked at you. Your hair had silvered, your cheeks had thinned, but your eyes held the same sparkle that made him fall in love with you years ago. You were still [Name]. Undeniably his.
And he was still Bakugou. Your.
âEven if I get reincarnated,â you whispered, your voice barely audible now, âeven if I forget everythingâI hope I find you again.â
He swallowed hard, jaw tightening. âYou will.â
âYou promise?â
âYeah. Iâll find you too,â he said. âYouâre too damn loud to miss.â
You smiled. Your hand, much more wrinkly now, more fragile than it used to be, reached up to his cheek. Your thumb traced the scar that time left near his jaw.
âI love you,â you said.
He leaned in, pressing your foreheads together. âI love you too. Always.â
And in the stillness, with the cool air surrounding you and the stars beginning to blink into view above, you leaned into each otherâtogether in warmth, in memory, in everything you two ever were.
Your hands stayed intertwined, steady.
And when the wind finally hushed, you drifted off into the quietest, most peaceful sleep.
smile for the camera! â ft. k. bakugo x fem!reader
katsuki bakugo is tricked into smiling during an interview when they bring up your name!
you didn't notice it at first, but katsuki bakugo developed smile lines after meeting you.
he didn't smile much as a kid. most of his baby pictures consisted of him either crying, screaming, or making some sort of vulgar gesture at the camera. it only got worse as he entered his teen years. his temper calmed down a bit, sure. but the chances of catching katsuki bakugo smiling were as rare as catching lightening in a bottle.
the paparazzi were well aware of the famous dynamight barely having any pictures of him smiling out on the internetâthere were three singular photos out there that consisted of him with a somewhat pleased expression on his face, and the only reason he looked that way was because you were in frame right beside him.
it seemed to be a well known fact that getting bakugo to smile was nearly impossibleâbut the current interviewer sitting in front of bakugo was determined.
"great explosion murder god dynamightâor, well, just dynamight sirâwhat would you say is your favorite part about being a hero?"
katsuki stops himself from rolling his eyes, already anticipating the rest of the interview's questions as he answers flatly
"the glory. the strength. and kicking assâmake that the first thing, actually."
"okay! now, i'd like to ask you a few more things..." the young woman chirps up, and katsuki sighs and tells her to continue. the next dozens of questions were just as he'd predictedâstuff like asking who his biggest inspiration was, what kind of merch his team would be putting out in the upcoming months, and what he thought his weaknesses were.
"âand i don't have weakness. i'm fucking perfect, ask anybody. now, are we done here?" he snaps, rolling his shoulders as he moves to stand up, eyes flitting towards the exit with nothing but disinterest
he'd spent an entire hour answering these stupid questions when he could've been out fighting villains, finishing up his paperwork, literally anything else would be more time fulfilling than answering baseless questions like these ones.
the interviewer's eyes widen when katsuki stands up from his seat, stretching his arms above his head with a grunt before she quickly interrupts him
"what about your wife!"
"....eh?"
"your wife!" she says, quickly collecting herself
"could you tell us about her? it seems like many of your fans are interested in learning more regarding you two! you have a very private relationship, so it's only natural for people to be curious!"
katsuki blinks, absorbing her words. slowly, his feetâonce pointed towards the exitâshift ever so slightly towards the woman
"well...what do you want to know?"
and that's how katsuki found himself sitting in the same seat another hour later. except this time, he had the dorkiest grin ever plastered on his face.
"oh i knew i wanted to marry her the first time she yelled at meâshe was pretty feisty back in our ua days. still is, but now all the insults she throws my way usually have the word babe or honey added at the end. she has a clever mouth, i'm warnin' yaâyou don't wanna get into an argument with her."
the interviewer laughs, and katsuki decides he might come back to this station another time if they asked. he's... well, simply put, having fun.
he leaves after another forty minutes, only because his manager literally dragged him out of the roomâhe had a meeting to attend and then his patrolâbut he left waving at the camera crew and in a far more better mood than he'd arrived in.
katsuki spends the rest of the day getting through all of his hero duties, the interview slowly being pushed to the back of his mind as he focuses on finishing all his work and coming home to you.
it's nearly nine pm when he opens the door to your shared apartmentâgroaning about how tired he was and how you better not be asleepâwhen he hears your padded feet running towards the main entryway to greet him
"you're home!"
he offers you a slanted grin, opening his arms for a hug
"missed ya today," he mutters, pressing a kiss onto your scalp as you peer up at him with a grinâlooking a little too happy.
"what're ya cheesing so hard about?"
you hum, tapping the back of his thigh with a knowing grin
"your ma called. guess what she told me?"
katsuki groans, shrugging off his gauntlets and boots before tugging you towards the couch in the living room, flopping onto it while mumbling under his breath and pulling you towards his chest
"you two devils were probably gosspin' about me, that old hag better not have sent you any pictures or i swearâ"
"she told me to turn on the tv and head to channel seven."
katsuki pauses, staring at you with furrowed brows. well, it couldn't have been him on channel seven, right? he didn't have any crazy villains to deal with for once, so it wouldn't make sense for him to be on one of the main channels today.
"what..."
he smacks his forehead with an embarrassed groan when you pull out your phone and show him your recording of his interview. you're practically bouncing on the couch beside him with glee as you shove the screen in his face
"you're smiling! they made it the cover of their video, tooâgosh you look so cute when you smile! and you're talking about me!"
katsuki huffs, but watches you play back the video with a cheesy grin on your face. your round eyes are illuminated by the screen, and you re-watch the video with your lips parted in awe
"you got the real thing right in front of you but you'd rather watch that...i see how it is." he grumbles, something similar to a pout forming on his face when you still don't acknowledge himâtoo busy watching his video as you bring the phone closer to your face
"i'm going to screenshot your smiling face in this video and make it my profile picture on instaâ"
he snatches the phone out of your hand, powering it off before tossing it aside and wrapping his strong arms around your waist in an iron grip
"i'll make that one of you snoring and drooling all over my chest my profile picture if you even think about it."
"i'm pretty sure half the comments on that video literally have your smiling face as their profile picture."
"...well that's a lot of people i'm gonna have to sue."
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