*warning* if burning is a trigger skip this chapter
He is coming home and is pissed because a different hero took out the villain he was about to take care of and then he got called to the other side of town to get a shit load of documents to fill out. When in reality they could of been emailed to him because they have to be faxed to different hero agencies. To sum up his day, he is pissed and in a very bad mood.
Meanwhile with you, you are patiently waiting for your firecracker to get home like usual. You hear the jingle of his keys, so you get up and wait for him to walk through. He walks through the door and you let him set down his stuff and take off his shoes first before you approach him. Before you even get the chance to say anything to him he walks past you. Your smile falters. You turn your head, “Hey Katsu! How was work?” you ask ignoring his usual rudeness. “Not now dumbass” he quickly says trying to hide the irritation from his day because he doesn’t want to seem irritated with you.
You stop for a moment before approaching him again. “Did I do something wrong?” you ask placing your hand on his shoulder. Without thinking……he turns around and grabs both of your wrists and pins you to the nearest wall. His grip is tight and it is sort of hurting you.
“Dumbass I just said not now! So leave it! And you’re an idiot if you think you did something wrong. Now leave me the fuck alone!” his grip tightens and as he said his last word, an enormous amount of heat from his hands made its way to your pinned wrists. You weren’t usually scared of your normally angry boyfriend but right now he was scaring you and the heat from his hands were hurting you. You winced in pain and tears were starting to form in your eyes.
Katsuki’s expression immediately changed from an angry one to a very concerned one when he heard you wince and saw the tears in your eyes. He looked to see what was causing you pain and when he realized that he caused. He immediately let go of your wrists and as soon as he did you ran to the bathroom locking the door with many tears spilling from your eyes.
Meanwhile, Bakugou is standing in the same spot shocked at his own behavior. ‘Shit. Shit. Shit. Fuck I didn’t mean to take it out on her’ he is roughly gripping his hair as he thinks this. Immediately after you locked the door, Bakugou made his way upstairs quickly and knocks the door. “Teddybear, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to. Please open the door.” he pleads as he repeatedly knocks on the door. He waits for a moment to hear any movement and all he hears is the running water of the sink and sniffles. He is about to knock again, but he hears you unlock the door and turn the knob. He sees your puffy red eyes and enormous guilt can be seen in his crimson eyes and in his slouched posture.
You open the door silently and turn to sit on the closed lid of the toilet seat. Katsuki walks in and takes the already open first-aid kit from the counter. As gently as he possibly can, he grabs your wrists to apply the appropriate ointment to help with burns and wraps bandages around it. He sees you wince and asks you if he wrapped it to tight. You shake your head no and he nods in return. He takes a seat on the edge of the tub as you turn facing the same direction.
“You really scared me Kat” you say softly. He gently holds your hands before speaking. “I know baby and you don’t understand how sorry I am. I was having the worst day at work and didn’t mean to take it out on you” his head is down not looking at you. You remove your hands from his and bring it to cup his face guiding it to look at you. “It’s okay Katsu, I forgive you” you say with a small smile. You also peck his lips and then hug him.
Kat always appreciates any kind of affection you give him and he smiles into the hug. To end this emotional rollercoaster of a day, you and Kat leave the bathroom and head to the bedroom. Kat changes out of his work attire and takes a quick shower before joining you in the bed. You guys spend the remainder of the night cuddled together watching Marvel movies.
A/N: leave me some ideas in the comments if you like this little series I got going on.
You thought that Katsuki deserved a little punishment for what he did this morning. He ate your f/s (favorite snack) and it’s not like you minded when he ate your snacks (lies), it's just the fact that it was THE LAST ONE! So the punishment that you decided on was the silent treatment. You also wanted to see his reaction to you purposely ignoring him. It is 9:30 in the morning and Katsuki won't be home until 6:30-7 in the evening. Let the silent treatment begin.
Meanwhile with Boom Boom Boi….
He was STRESSED the fuck out. Why? Let’s start at the beginning of his day. Well, he texted you like he usually does when he arrives at work and you reply with something annoyingly cute (he loved it), but this morning you didn’t reply but left him on read. He thinks that you forgot to reply because you probably went back to sleep because you were half awake when he kissed your forehead. Anyways, around 2 Pm was his lunch break and you were usually up eating some type of snack you guys had on the pantry. He would usually facetime you just to see your face and hear your voice. Although he wouldn’t tell you this to your face, he loves the sound of your voice and it makes him relaxed even when you talk about random things. So when you declined his facetime he was really confused. So he tried again and you declined again. He was sorta pissed and confused as to why you weren't replying. So he stopped trying and texted you asking you what was wrong and you didn’t reply or leave him on read. He left you alone and ate his lunch pissed and he thinks about why you were acting like this.
It’s around 6:45 Pm when Katsuki comes home and he walks through the door, setting down his gauntlets and removing his combat boots. He is still confused as to why you were acting the way you did and hopefully now that he was home he could figure it out.
“Teddybear” he yells out as he turns the corner into the kitchen. There you are, standing there, making your f/d (favorite drink). “Oi! Don’t you hear me dumbass?” You still ignore him and turn around to grab something that is behind you and there he is glaring at you. You look up expressionless and go around him to grab what you needed and then go to the living room and sit.
He is just flabbergasted with how you are treating him and is getting pissed. “Wtf is your issue? Why are you acting like this?” He walks towards the living room and sits directly in front of you on the coffee table. You look up from your phone holding eye contact as you sip your f/d. He doesn’t see any of the usual emotion he sees, this makes his angry expression softened.
“Baby……will you please just tell me what I did?” he softly begs still looking into your e/c eyes. You are about to fold, your expression changes slightly but immediately goes back to expressionless. Of course, Katsuki notices but you pay him no mind and scoot over so he is no longer sitting in front of you.
He sighs, “You know what? Fuck this” his expression going back to anger, he roughly grabs your mug but manages not to spill any of the liquid and sets it on the table. He traps you in between his arms and places his body over top of you, with both his thighs on both sides of yours. “I fucking tried to be nice to you, but you are being so fucking stubborn. SO this is how this is going to go, you are either going to talk to me or remain trapped. Your choice dumbass. Or at least tell me what I fucking did” he softly finishes.
Continuing your pettiness you go on and say “Something”. In your head, you are amused. Katsuki on the other hand, not so much. “Tch. You know that’s not what the fuck I meant smartass.”
“This morning” is all you say looking at him. He raises his eyebrow, “This morning? Wtf happened this morn-” he pauses, thinking about what he did this morning. He remembers eating your f/s and also remembers it was the last one. “You could have just texted me saying that you wanted more instead of ignoring me” he grumbles. He relaxes and switches your positions. You are now straddling Katsuki and he has his back against the cushions.
“I coulda but where’s the fun in that” you chuckle. He ‘tchs’ and puts his head in the crook of your neck. He just cuddles into you more, “I’ll buy you more tomorrow” he whispers. You make a sound of acknowledgment and wrap your arms around his neck. You two just lay there content with how this silent treatment went.
sometimes bakugou katsuki just needed someone to tell him they believed in him.
there was a period of time, in your third year at U.A., where you noticed he was oddly quiet. reclusive. at least, more than usual. though, he was certainly quick to snap at people when they bothered him. you didn’t think much of it at the time, but you somehow found yourself keeping more of an eye on him after you stumbled upon him one evening in gym gamma.
you were quick to hide yourself behind one of the weight racks, eyes wide as you watched him throw powerful punches at a large sandbag that hung from the ceiling. there wasn’t anyone else in the gym apart from the two of you. although, with the way bakugou kept harshly pounding at the bag, you were sure he hadn’t seen you enter, so absorbed in his training. you didn’t know if this was a good thing or not. all he needed to do was glance to his left and he would see you. but he didn’t.
you swallowed thickly, amazed yet also terrified of bakugou. he showed no mercy, didn’t pull his hits at all. your eyes zeroed in on the bandages he had wrapped around his hands and the way the white material was stained in deep red told you he had been doing this for a while.
the sounds of his large fists coming in contact with the sandbag seemed to echo throughout the gym. beyond that were the sounds of his grunts of exertion. and beyond that… you could’ve sworn you heard him sniffling.
now you weren’t a nosy person, not really. but something had you rooted to your spot as you watched him hit away. it was mesmerizing, almost. his punches got stronger and stronger at one point until you flinched slightly when he suddenly let loose a loud explosion from his hand. the sandbag whipped up to the ceiling, scorched in ash black. bakugou caught the bag as it came sailing back down, and you watched as he pressed his forehead to it. something in your heart sank when he let out a frustrated sound. after a small moment where he just breathed heavily against the sandbag, he eventually straightened up. you could tell he was absolutely soaked in sweat, even from your distance. he went back to hitting the bag, the muscles along his bare arms and back tensing even further.
the longer you crouched there, watching him sadly, the more your chest ached. and you pretended, for his sake, that the water dripping down the sides of his face and curving along his cheeks was his sweat. not his tears.
after that night, you kept an eye on him, worried about his mental health. and it became more and more obvious to you that something was bothering him. you just didn’t know what. it could’ve been anything, really, especially since you were all graduating in a few months. exams, internships, training… it was all a shitshow.
you got an inkling of what it might be one night in the 3-A dorms, when some of the class was gathered around the couches talking about their plans for after graduation.
“yeah i’m thinking of staying with fatgum’s agency!” kirishima said out loud as he sat on the floor in front of the couch you were on. you were playing around with his hair since it wasn’t spiked up, enjoying how soft the strands felt between your fingers. “i’d be working as a sidekick for him!”
“nice that you’ve got fatgum,” kaminari sighed wistfully, “i’m still waiting to hear back from some agencies…” you patted him sympathetically on the shoulder since he was sitting right next to you.
“same!! i applied to the wild wild pussycats but i don’t think they’ll take me.” ashido pouted, splayed out on the ground. she then sat up. "is anyone thinking of going straight into forming an agency??"
there was a moment where everyone just kind of looked at each other. then, midoriya tentatively raised a scarred hand.
"oh, really deku?" uraraka turned her head to the left and blinked at him before a wide smile spread across her face. "wow! good luck, it seems tough!"
"yeah, i've uh, been talking with students in the business course and tracking stats for how i've been doing public-wise and i think i can do it!" midoriya smiled a little, his hand raising to rub at the back of his neck. he got some oohs and ahhs from his friends.
"i think you can do it!" you told him encouragingly, lifting a hand from kirishima's hair so you could give him a thumbs up.
"yeah, if anyone can it'll be you, mr. number one hero!" kaminari added with a grin. everyone turned to look at midoriya, who blushed and waved his hands rapidly in front of him.
“don’t say that, there are a lot of great heroes out there, i still have a long way to go—”
“but i mean, it’s true, isn’t it?” ashido butted in as she smiled at midoriya. “everyone and their mom’s been saying you’re projected to be the next number one hero!”
“yeah, i heard some teachers gossiping about it,” sero mentioned from next to kaminari. he stretched his arms out to cross them behind his head. "kinda wild to think about. feels like yesterday we were getting our asses handed to us by aizawa."
"that's cuz we were," you deadpanned. sero only shrugged, a faint smile on his face.
"we've all come a long way from being first years," kirishima reminisced. his eyes moved to look back at midoriya. "but i mean, midoriya, you really did improve a lot, y'know. and with your quirks i think you'll be a great symbol of peace!"
midoriya blushed some more, fidgeting with his fingers. it was kind of cute. "thanks. that... that really means a lot." the corners of his eyes crinkled a little and you smiled warmly at him.
"hey hey hey!! but don't get caught slacking now!!" ashido suddenly said loudly, wagging her pink finger at midoriya. "one of us'll snatch that position right up if you're not careful!!"
"ooooh yeah!!" kaminari let out a cackle as he let electricity dance between his fingers. "chargebolt, number one hero, symbol of peace, has a nice ring to it, y'know."
"it doesn't, but okay." uraraka giggled into her palm.
"the day denki becomes number one is the day i move outta japan," you snickered, then let out a louder laugh when he shoved your shoulder. "i'm kidding! i'm kidding!"
"okay, but what about pinky, number one hero, symbol of peace!" ashido rubbed at her chin with a sly smile. you made a face that she caught onto. she stuck her tongue out at you. "what? i think it sounds cool!"
"red riot, number one hero, symbol of peace!" kirishima interrupted over her, his arms moving so he could flex his biceps and grin with those sharp teeth of his. that could work too, you supposed.
"uravity, number one hero, symbol of peace!"
"d... deku! number one hero! symbol of peace!" he got some whistles and claps for that.
"pfft, cellophane, number one hero, symbol of peace."
"hey we can't all be number one," you managed to say between your laughs. kirishima turned his torso around so he could smile up at you.
"who says we can't? sharing is caring!"
"yeah this is OUR position in hero society," kaminari snorted.
you were so caught up in the conversation, laughing with your classmates, that you nearly forgot bakugou was also in the room, quiet. he wasn't sitting on the couches, but he was around the dining tables. it was by pure chance that you'd managed to see him slink away towards the stairs, his hands buried deep into the pockets of his sweats. your smile faded slightly as you watched him leave and you were reminded of the way he'd been acting at gym gamma.
you weren't stupid. you saw the way his shoulders were tensed, the way his head was bent. you knew something in the conversation had probably bothered him enough to make him leave. he usually hung out longer with everyone, just listening to the conversation. your eyebrows furrowed, mind made up.
you quickly excused yourself, muttering something about needing to use the bathroom. you made a beeline for the stairs and jogged your way up until you got out on bakugou's floor, slightly out of breath. you saw him slouching his way down the empty hall to his room.
"hey, bakugou!" you called out as you jogged down the hall to catch up with him. he paused, not moving his head to look at you as you came to a stop just behind him. you stepped around him to peer at his face, but he turned his head away. "are... are you okay?"
he let out a huff. "'m fine."
"clearly you're not," you said gently. you didn't want to make him blow up on you. you would need to be careful. "you know you can talk to me... right?"
"there's nothin' to talk about," he grunted shortly and continued to walk to his door. you followed, persistent.
"i think there is," you told him, hovering behind him as he clicked his tongue and opened his room door. "it might help—"
"even if there was," he hissed at you suddenly, whipping his face around so he could shoot you an incensed glare, "it's none of your fuckin' business. leave me alone."
you simply looked at him. he just continued to glare at you. at least, until you stepped closer and brushed your hand lightly against his white-knuckled fist gripping at his doorknob. his gaze moved down to look at your hand resting above his. there was a short moment of silence. then, he let out a tch.
"get in here," he muttered before he walked into his dark room. you perked up slightly and followed him. he shut the door behind you. it was almost pitch black in here, the only light being from the crack under his door and from the moon that shined through his open window. your eyes took a moment to adjust as you walked in further and turned around so you could look at him standing by the door.
you were patient. he looked like he was struggling to put his thoughts into words with the way his jaw tensed and he glared daggers at the floor. you weren't surprised when he let out a frustrated sound and started to pace around in front of you, his hands reaching up to tug at his hair and drag down the sides of his face. you watched on in silence.
"everyone," he eventually gritted out through clenched teeth, "everyone's... fuckin' sayin' that—that deku's gonna be number one." he bared his teeth at nothing. "that he's gonna be the next symbol of peace, or whatever. but... but i was the one who won all three sports festivals," he let out a snarl, practically stomping around now, "i'm the fuckin' strongest in the entire goddamn school. not him."
"...i thought you guys were on kind of good terms now, though?" you said quietly, eyes flicking back and forth as he paced. he scoffed.
"doesn't mean i'm not fuckin' pissed at him. him with his stupid fucking quirks," bakugou growled. he kicked at his trashcan near the wall, sending it toppling over. a few pieces of crumpled paper landed on the floor. you looked back up at him.
"people are just harmlessly predicting things," you told him, cautious of how he would react. "doesn't mean it'll come true."
he stopped pacing to turn and look at you with a glare. and though it was dark, you could still see the deep scowl his face was pulled into. see the way his eyes were rimmed with red. your expression softened when your eyes met and he scoffed again. he looked away from you.
"then why," he forced out before he let out another frustrated sound. he ruffled his hair aggressively. "why the fuck aren't they— why the fuck aren't they saying shit about me?! i'm—" he growled and scrubbed at his face roughly. he didn't say anything else, just bit onto his lower lip and rubbed his eyes with enough force to bruise his skin. something pulled at your heart.
oh, so that's what this was all about.
you sighed softly and stepped closer to him until you could tug at his wrists and bring his hands away from his face. you looked up at him, watching the way his red eyes twitched and watered. he wouldn't meet your gaze, instead staring off to the side. his jaw flexed.
"if it makes you feel better," you whispered gently as you held onto his wrists in between your chests, "i believe in you. i know you can be number one. you are the strongest, after all."
he closed his eyes slowly, then opened him so that he could look down at you. his chin wrinkled a bit and you pretended not to notice the way his lower lip trembled.
"you're jus' sayin' that," he mumbled lowly. his head sank down slightly and you reached up a hand to brush at one of his cheeks. if they were wet, you didn't say anything about it.
"i'm not. i really think you'll make a great number one hero, you know." you smiled at him. and when he met your gaze, something in your chest hurt with the way he seemed to be hanging onto your every word. desperately, almost. like a single sentence from you could either tip him over the edge, or hoist him back up to safety.
"...really?" he whispered, so quietly it was almost like a breath of air. fragile. wistful.
"really," you breathed back, a warm reassurance that he held in his rough hands and cradled like it was the most important thing in the world to him.
It’s around 10 PM and you’ve been at work since 6:30 AM. Your shift starts at 7 AM and you’re supposed to get off at 4 PM. Point is you’re TIRED ASF. All you have wanted to do for the past 15 hours was go home to your hot headed pomeranian that you loved so very much. You eventually make it home at 11:30 because one of your coworkers thought it was a good idea to erase half of your spreadsheet that you needed to give to your boss before you left. Not only are you pissed and tired, you are also VERY hungry because someone (the same coworker) decided that you would be taking over their meetings for the afternoon while they went to have a 20 minute conference with your boss. FYI-your coworker had 5 MEETINGS each that were 30 minutes- 1 hour. Anyway, you walk through the door and smell the faint scent of your f/f (Favorite food). He must have made dinner earlier.
You set your things down by the door and make your way into the kitchen and find your food in the microwave all nice and delicious looking. Just the sight of the food that Katsu made you made your mouth water and your stomach growl. You heat up your food and basically inhale it not even tasting it.
After getting your fill you make your way into the living room. You are shocked to see your hot headed pomeranian softly snoring on the couch. All the exhaustion catching up to you makes you climb on top of Katsuki and rest your head on his chest. The small movement of you getting on top of him wakes him up and his eyes open quick. Before he could even try to find the threat his field of vision is covered by your h/l/c (hair length + color). He takes his caloused hand and runs it through your hair, your still tight muscles relax and you snuggle more into his warm body.
Not wanting to sleep on the couch because it is quite uncomfortable, he slowly gets up, wrapping your limbs on his body. Unconsciously, you wrap your legs around his waist and bury your face in the crook of his neck. He hears your calm breathing and makes his way to the second floor where your room is located.
He slowly untangles your limbs from his body, and attempts to place you on the bed but your grip on his is strong even though you are sleep. Debating whether or not he should try again or just lay on top of the blankets, Katsuki chooses the second option. With you still in his arms he lays down strategically so that you both are comfortable and warm.
Without uttering a word, Katsuki places a kiss on your forehead and brings you closer to him.
After a long day at work, all Katsuki wants to do is come home to you. When he walks through the door he is greeted by a warm hug. He buries his head in the crook of your neck, inhaling your pomegranate and orange scent. Immediately all of his tense muscles dissipate.
“Hey Teddybear,” he says with his low gruff voice against your neck, sending vibrations to your spine.
You smile. “Hi, Katsu! How was work?” you turn your head to the side to look at him. He makes his infamous “tch” sound and snuggles more into your neck. He eventually moves reluctantly from your embrace to take his gauntlets and combat boots off. He tells you that he is going to freshen up. You make your way to the kitchen to make yourself a cup of hot cocoa and take it to your guys’ room. When you walk through the door, you hear the shower still going so you make your way towards the bed get underneath the covers, and get all snuggled up. As you are going through the vast selection of movies on Netflix, Bakugou walks out of the bathroom, steam rolling out into the room. He looks to see you all snuggled up in the bed. With no words exchanged, he makes his way to where you are and gets underneath the blankets with you. He lays on your stomach while you groom his surprisingly soft hair. You see his eyes flickering close and you have a gentle smile on your face. And before you turn the TV off and close your eyes, Katsuki whispers to a volume only you can hear.
“Love you teddybear,” he says closing his eyes.
“I love you too,” you say before closing your eyes.
