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this started off as like a short blurb it was just supposed to be my opinion but I got carried away LMAO
I actually think katsuki would be a really great dare i say gentle husband..
Idk just considering his character and feelings i think he'd be really considerate and soft with you in some moments.
Obviously not all the time but i dont think hes as gaurded when hes alone with you.
Even in bed I feel like he perfers cherishing you and living in the moment of being connected and doing such an intimate act.
Doesnt mean he doesnt love fucking you stupid though,
Maybe he'll even tear up when the pyshical and emotional feelings get to be too much?
you'd giggle and cup his cheeks, swiping the tears away as you lean in for a soft kiss, his body moving smoothly against yours, his hands gripping your waist like he'll loose you, he tongue chasing yours like its going to run away and never come back.
if it weren't for edge shot he never would've gotten this far, never would have lived the cozy life he has with you, never would have lived to see all his friends grow up and become heroes, never would see how all of his friends made a difference in the world.
All his life people would tell him how great his quirk is, how strong he is, how smart he is, no compliments on who he is as a person.
Then it'd be followed by insults about his gaurded personality, the one thing he showed about himself as a person, outside of his skills.
So he would tear up at the realization hes had probably a thousand times that he not only found love to begin with, but he found someone who looked beyond all of it and fell inlove with him, his soul.
Not dynamight but katsuki bakugo, someone who always loved and stuck by him at his worst and his best.
Staying close while his arm recovers, a supportive kiss to his cheek that would warm his heart each time he successfully squeezed the hand gripping device without his arm quivering and causing his hand to give out.
Pushing him to keep going when he felt there was no hope for it to recover.
His head lays in your lap while you lay on his bed in his dorm.
"Do you think my arm will be fixed?" He mumbles, looking over the gnarly half healed scars.
"Well you can actually move it now!"
"Why would you think that?" You reach to card your fingers through his hair.
He'd blush alittle and grumble something under his breath before changing the subject.
or the time you seemed more excited than him when he went off on his first day as a pro hero, his hero costume is in top notch condition and he's putting on his boots as you cheerfully bounce over to him.
he looks up at you with a grin, the two of you standing in your first shared apartment as you toss yourself into his arms and excitedly kiss his cheek before waving him off.
celebrating his first day when he gets home that night just the way he likes, nothing crazy, his favorite take out and sitting lazily on the couch until bed with you, you always know how he likes to relax.
how he never told you how tense his shoulders got, or how sore and messed up his previously mangled arm would feel after a harder day.
he walks out of the bathroom after a shower to see you sitting on the bed with his lotion in hand and urging him to lay beneath you.
he doesn't let you see how his face heats up and it feels like he has a lump in his throat as you work the knots out of his back, before moving to his arm, easing the tension out of his arm.
you would look up at him with the what he is certain is the definition of heart eyes as you kiss the pads of each finger once your done.
you always knew though, you'd hear the choked sound of him holding back his tears, you feeling how his body jolted when he'd suck in a tight breathe.
you always let him have his moment, allowing him to come to you if he wanted.
he rarely had to tell you the things he enjoyed or needed, you always noticed naturally.
he'll never forget how you never changed even when he came clean about what he did to Izuku, even when he told him to jump, all you did was throw your arms around him and give him this big speech about how people can change. He was just a conflicted kid, didn't know how to regulate his feelings and did it wrong, and how he's worked his past it and he's done so much to make up for it and to prove he's a better person now. not to mention how Izuku clearly forgave him so why wouldn't you?
He acts like your speech didn't effect him but it did, he felt like something was tugging on his heart, threatening to open a gateway to his tear ducts, in complete disbelief you were still here, you didn't call him a cruel asshole and end it right there.
he never forgets how through everything you always stuck with him.
he loves yet cringes the times your love was too much making him have to take a step back before he explodes, literally, or back when he was healing from his death experience you genuinely had to leave the room because you were being too cute, his heart would hammer painfully because he was getting cuteness aggression. This was the only time period he would admit you drove him crazy and it was solely so you wouldn't give him a heart attack.
also back at UA when you would sneak into his dorm at night, he wake up confused with someone pressed against his back sniffling, he turn to see your big glassy eyes, tears spilling down your cheeks and onto his shirt, he'd roll over to tuck you into his side, acting all annoyed until you'd sob that you had another nightmare that edge shot couldn't save you.
shocked someone loved him that much they would have nightly dreams about losing him.
how you memorized all his favorites, how much spice he likes, what movie genre catches his attention, what kind of sweets he likes, how he gravitates towards cats more than dogs, how he pretends to be annoyed when your pet snuggles up to him but is later found with him asleep and your fuzzy friend sleeping on his chest.
you memorized him.
you memorized dynamight too,
but more than anything, even when he is dynamight, all you can see is Katsuki Bakugo.
They’re not as rock solid as they used to be when he was in his early 20s and teens. He got married to you and you cook like it’s nobody’s business and you’re the only person he actually enjoys eating from besides himself and his mother. So due to that he has gained more fat than muscle lately.
Don’t get it twisted he still has his slutty waist and his huge broad back, but it’s different. When you curl beside him and grab his arm you squeeze it.
It was like a very firm marshmallow you couldn’t stop.
“Fu ck is you doing?” Bakugo’s voice wasn’t filled with bite at all just curiosity while he scrolled mindlessly on his phone. You didn’t answer right away so he grabbed your chin to make you look up at him. “Hm?”
“You’re so soft.”
“Soft?!”
“Yeah your….arms are so….” You squeeze it again, feeling his bicep with light in your eyes, “Soft now.”
Your fingers grazed his scars from years ago, still there and decorated on his arms, but you kissed each one within reach making him groan out of embarrassment, “I’m not soft i’m hard.”
You look down at his crotch which led him to close his legs that were spread open so quickly you snorted, “I didn’t mean my dick you pervert.”
“I know but you are soft though…”
“I’m not i’m rock hard and strong as hell—-“
“I know.”
“Then stop saying i’m soft!?”
“No.” You plainly put still holding onto his arm, eventually landing your cheek on it and rubbing against his skin. “You’re still the strongest guy ever but you aren’t the same.”
Bakugo blinked at you, you couldn’t tell but his heart dropped a little. Was it bad? Was he not attractive to you anymore?
“In the best way possible you changed and somehow you became even hotter.”
Your overthinking husband flicks your forehead, “Asshole. Speak faster next time.”
“What!?”
“Nothing.” He lays in his back to adjust you against his chest, playfully smothering you in between them in the process.
He was still very muscular, but after being with him for so long you notice the subtle changes in his body that made you fall more and more in love with him.
reader had a bit too much to drink at mina's birthday party...
╰┈➤ katsuki bakugou x reader ❤︎
a/n: rushed, probably cringe, but i HAD to get this brain worm out rn. i just can't get enough of soft katsuki...
1.1k words.
"come on, sweets. let's get the hell out of here."
"but, kaaats—! mina and i were just about to—"
your sentence was interrupted by you tripping over your own feet as you whipped around to face katsuki, his strong hands grabbing your waist to stabilize you before you fell to the floor. "that is exactly why we're leavin'. now."
you pouted, but you couldn't say anything to defend yourself. not after you nearly ate dirt by simply turning around too fast.
let's just say you've had quite a few drinks. it was your best friend, mina's, birthday after all! you gotta go all out to celebrate… right? well, perhaps you took it a bit… far.
katsuki grabbed your wrist and started to drag you towards the door, grumbling something about how you're "irresponsible" and a "liability when you're drunk", with some other things sprinkled in there. you were too busy trying not to trip over your own feet again as he dragged you away.
"but, kats, shouldn't we—hic—say bye to everyone before we leaveee?" you ask, a small pout present on your lips as he continues to drag you to the front door without looking back.
"they'll know what happened. you've been makin' a fool of yourself for the past hour, it won't be a surprise that i took you home." he opened the front door and took you outside, the cool evening breeze hitting the warm, flushed skin of your cheeks, making you shiver.
katsuki stared at the stairs that led to the parking lot, cursing under his breath before looking back to your swaying form.
you couldn't make it down those stairs.
"hold still, sweets." before you could respond or even register what he said, he grabbed you by your waist and threw you over his shoulder, a squeal escaping you as your feet dangled in front of him and you stared at the floor behind him.
"hey—put. me. down!" you whined, hitting his toned back as you tried to wriggle out of his grasp. he seemed quiet unphased, though. effortlessly keeping you in his grasp as he started his descent down the stairs.
"yeah, right. i'd like to see you try to walk down here without breaking your neck." he rolled his eyes at your struggle, adjusting you on his shoulder and tightening his grip to make sure you were secure. "just shut up, will ya? i'm gonna make sure you're taken care of."
"ooohhh, what're you gonna to do me, dynamight—"
"shut up. if i don't trust you to walk down the stairs i don't trust you to make informed consent."
you pouted, your brows furrowing as you gave up on trying to punch him in the back and just accepted your fate. "you're boring."
"and you're irresponsible. what do you think you're doin', havin' that many drinks? gonna spend our whole day off hungover and miserable? i swear, i should'a never taken my eyes off you—"
"booooriiiiing." you repeated, cutting him off. you heard him huff in frustration before hearing the beep of his car unlocking, opening the passenger door and not so gently placing you in the seat, closing the passenger door before you could yell at him as he walked to the other side of the car.
"kat-su-ki! you could have been a little more gentle…" you grumbled, crossing your arms as he got in the drivers' side.
he bit back a smile as he turned the car on, reaching over and buckling your seatbelt before buckling his own. "dumbass." he mumbled. your face flushed with embarrassment after forgetting to buckle yourself in.
katsuki put his hand on the back of your seat and turned his head to face the back window as he reversed out of the parking spot, your head starting to feel like you were floating as he drove away. it was always a weird feeling, being drunk in a car.
maybe you did have a littleee too much to drink… but you would NEVER admit that out loud.
you barely even noticed the passing of time before katsuki pulled into the driveway of your shared home, your mind foggy as katsuki exited the car and walked around to open your door, grabbing your arm and gently pulling you out of the car.
the world was still spinning, and now that you've stopped fighting him you've now discovered just how drunk you truly are… whoops.
"c'mon, dumbass. we gotta get you ready for bed." he grumbled, his voice sounding annoyed on the surface. but, he couldn't deny the affection he felt towards you right now. your rosy cheeks, your glassy eyes staring up at him, your wobbly form leaning against him for support… you looked so cute.
"i can get ready for bed—hic—myself! don't need to worry about me, i got this…" your voice trailed off as you spun around, starting to make your way to the front door, legs wobbling as you did so. katsuki rolled his eyes and simply stood close by with a hand on your waist so you wouldn't fall since you were so set on being independent.
somehow, someway, you made it up to your bedroom. you were in a daze, so you weren't sure if you walked up there or were carried… but it doesn't matter. now you're sitting on your shared bed, a headband keeping your hair out of your face as katsuki dabs makeup remover on a cotton pad. after a moment, he holds your face still by holding your chin firmly with one hand, wiping the makeup off your face with his other.
you looked up at him with wide eyes and dilated pupils, your heart pounding. you weren't sure at this point if it was because of the alcohol or because of how gentle and your partner was being right now. the number 5 hero, the man with an explosion quirk, gently holds your face, brows furrowed as he concentrates on getting every last bit of makeup off.
"tch, moron. why'd ya have to get yourself so wasted anyway?" he lectures, but his voice has no bite to it. you shrugged as he stepped away, throwing the cotton pad into the trash.
"i dunno, maybe i just like being doted on by you." you giggled, taking the headband off of your head. you hear him mumble something quietly, but you didn't quite catch what he said.
after taking off his own shirt and tossing it to the hamper across the room, he walks over to you and kisses your forehead. "c'mon, your breath stinks. i'm gonna brush your teeth."
you giggled and stood up, standing on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek while leaning against his hard chest for support. "i love you, kats."
he stared at you for a moment. "love you too, sweets." before dragging you to the bathroom.
he might be bad at saying things out loud, but he loves taking care of his girl.
⋆✴︎˚。⋆ synopsis • you're terribly inexperienced and when you finally sum up the courage to ask your best friend to teach you how to kiss properly, he teaches you. really well.
⋆✴︎˚。⋆ content • cavity causing fluff, making out, no smut.
⋆✴︎˚。⋆ a/n • re-upload from my old blog, not plagiarism!
⋆✴︎˚。⋆ word count • ~1k words.
katsuki bakugou has you straddling his lap on the middle of his bed. big, warm, calloused hands pressing your waist flush against him as the other one cups your jaw.
“you gotta relax, pretty girl” he murmurs against your lips and you nod shakily, letting yourself relax in you best friend’s arms.
“there ya go” he mumbles, ghosting over your lower lip gently with a rough thumb.
“what if i'm horrible at it?” you whisper shyly, hands clenched stiffly and stuck to your sides.
“that's what i'm here for dumbass” he says, but there's not much bite in it. “come on, put your arms around me, feel me up.”, the hand on your waist slides down to your side to take one hand and throw it over his shoulder.
you take the hint, bringing both your arms and draping them around his shoulder, hands shyly tangling in his messy blonde locks.
“shut up” you whine, averting your gaze, embarrassed.
“tch, none of that, eyes on me princess” he tuts, tapping your cheek with the thumb of the hand cradling your jaw.
katsuki flashes you a grin, just an inch away from your lips. “someone's getting in the mood” he teases, voice rough.
your eyes shakily meet his again and he gives you a soft grin, one he never shows anyone but you, “i'm gonna lean in now, okay? you gotta relax” he mumbles before he slowly leans in and presses his lips against yours.
your pulse is thundering and he can feel it under his pinky on your neck, he's trying to act like he doesn't notice because he'd have to admit he’s feeling the same way.
you freeze up for a second, the moment his lips touch yours, before you remember his words, you lean into the kiss and absolutely melt into it. it's katsuki, he's your safe space, your best friend… and hopefully something more after this.
he smiles against your lips as he feels you ease into the kiss. pressing a little harder before pulling away while gently pulling you off by your jaw.
“just like that, try enjoying it a bit more okay?” he says, his voice is gruff but his tone is oh-so-sweet.
he presses a quick peck to your lips, pulling your jaw close. chu. and pulls away. pulls you closer. chu. pulls away. he does it a few more times until you're chasing after his lips.
a smirk tugs at his lips at the way you try to lean in closer, trailing after his lips. he pulls you in again and kisses you softly. both your pulses are hammering by now and katsuki won't admit it but the tips of his ears are red, while you look positively flushed.
he pulls you flush, thumb tracing soft circles on your cheek as he presses his lips against yours and slowly licks your lower lip, asking for permission quietly, even though this is exactly what you asked him for. katsuki knows his girl, he knows his best friend, he knows that even though you gave him the green light for this, you'd lock up.
and he's right because the moment you feel the warmth of his tongue against your lip, you freeze, body stiffening. and because he's annoyingly good at this, he runs the hand pressing you against him up and down your back, gently coaxing you out of your stupor.
god he wants to kiss you rough until he's pulling pretty sounds out of you, but he’s willing to do whatever it takes to not screw this up. screw you up. because goddamn, you're the most sweet thing to ever happen to him and he'd be damned if he screws this up.
you trust katsuki with your life, you love him for god's sake! but it’s all so new and it feels so good but weird and- you're cut out of your chain of thoughts as katsuki runs his hand up and down your side, easing you, his thumb still gently patterning your cheeks.
he pulls away just a little, “ready?” he asks, and it's taking everything in him for him not to just kiss you senseless when you look up at him doe-eyed. you nod, eyes wide and trusting, your body shaking under his touch.
he slowly leans in and kisses you again, letting you get into the rhythm of it before slipping his warm tongue into your mouth. you don't freeze up this time, your hands tugging a little bit on his scalp before running them down to rest on his bicep.
katsuki shudders at the feel of your soft fingers. he's never been this vulnerable before, so sensitive. he's hardcore and rough edges but somehow, you manage to melt all that away, always have, leaving him bare with a fluttering pulse.
you melt into the kiss, experimentally rovering your tongue around his and letting out a soft gaps at how euphoric it feels. the little noise does a number on katsuki. he groans into the kiss, pulling you closer against him before he pulls your jaw away, panting as the two of you catch your breath, a thin web of spit connecting you.
“there she is” he murmurs, the corners of his lips twitching into something akin to a proud smile. your heart soars at the little murmur, his low voice making your head fuzzy.
and when the two of you kiss again? it's clear you're not going back to referring to each other as best friends anymore after this. it's all the things unsaid between the two of you as his hands rover over the sides of your body and your hands tangle in his hair and rake lines into his back.
Katsuki who’s observant about reader to the point he notices things about you is such a peak trope
especially because I think he had such a hard time finding people who would truly understand him since they'd always be so afraid to approach him, but then when he finds someone who isn't intimidated with hi, he realizes how safe he has to play it in order to not lose it.
| Wc: 02.2k words | Tags: MINI SERIES! Part One! Katsuki Bakugo x Fem ! Reader, Cannon universe, no proofread, all characters aged up, stripper/stripping, true crime mentioned. | M.list | Summary: Living in the same apartment complex as the popular pro-hero who has a doorbell camera outside of his place.|
On your floor, a few steps away from your apartment, was the Number Fifteen Hero, Katsuki Bakugo. Everyone who lived on the floor knew to leave him alone. To not bother the pro hero when he has his moments of relaxation and isolation. He was also the only person on the floor where a ring camera was tightly secured to the doorframe, recording twenty-four-seven; at least that was the rumour.
Every night you had to work your night shifts as a Stripper - meaning you had to walk past his camera almost every day. The two of you had a brief interaction in the stairwell once or twice, which wasn't that memorable. At the end of the day, he was just a regular citizen working for the government to keep the world a better place.
Of course, you knew about him; he was often on the news. Lusted over for his charming looks but berated for his tempered personality - you didn't care to keep tabs about those kinds of things, though, not often did they directly affect you in any way.
Tonight was no different, having to pack your outfits for the night and organize them so your pleasers could comfortably fit inside of the snug duffle bag. It was a routine you've done a thousand times over again. Getting ready like clockwork, doing bold eyemakeup with a bolder lip. Knowing it was going to glow under the UV light, you debated on wearing one of your reactive wigs.
Making your way out, passing by the ring camera, it called out, 'You are currently being recorded.'
"Yeah, I know!" You whined, stopping in front of it, "Okay, so I'm going to work at..." Checking the time on your phone, "ten thirty, and depending on how the night goes, I should be home around two-ish am, and that's on the lucky side. If I'm not home by... four thirty, then be concerned." You rattled off your personal information, doing this every time you walked past the doorbell camera. If true crime documentaries taught you anything - always make sure someone has physical evidence of your whereabouts and personal information for easier identification.
"See ya, kiss kiss." You blew a few kisses towards the camera, making your way down the stairs and to your car. Driving off to the strip club to start a long night of entertaining perverted men and the odd group of women.
The night played out exactly as you expected it to, dancing to 2-3 songs on stage, a private dance here and there. It wasn't the best night for tips, but it wasn't the worst you've ever had. Sitting in front of the mirror, patching up the makeup you were sweating off, listening to the conversation of your co-workers. "Slow night, hm?" One of the girls spoke up, the room humming with agreement.
Slowly, your shift came to a close, a little later than you expected, as you clocked out around three am instead of two. Changing into a matching sweat-suit and your ugly, beat-up sneakers. Dufflebag packed, looking over your station once again before heading to your car to make it back home.
Passing by his camera once again, "I'm back! Around three-thirty in the morning. No need to come save me. Anyways, i'm pooped - goodnight camera, kiss kiss." Blowing your signature kisses towards the lens, making your way to your apartment door.
Sluggishly stepping into your apartment, your shoes were scattered at the entrance. The duffel bag was thrown on the floor, and clothes were discarded, leaving a trail following inside your room. Completely naked, lying on your bed, the floor fan tilted your way, strongly blowing onto your body.
The next morning, you found yourself looking through the practically empty fridge, no milk in sight to support your cereal cravings. Deciding to eat it without the milk instead, it was hard and crunchy, but satisfying. It was roughly ten in the morning, the sun shining through the blinds of the balcony. Cleaning up your apartment to a low standard, willing to do it after your grocery shopping escapade. If you got the shopping done with now, it means that you could nap after your shower later. You weren't on schedule today, so there was no need to worry about that aspect. Focusing on getting the well-deserved rest that your body has been screaming for.
Getting ready for the day once again, plain casual clothing that wasn't anything special. Grabbing your purse and leaving your apartment, walking by the camera once again. "Good morning, neighbour! I'm going grocery shopping at eleven in the morning, hopefully it's not busy. Y'know the drill." You began to rattle off your personal information once again, "Have fun with whatever your plans are today, I dunno when I'm gonna be back, so don't get too worried! Kiss kiss!"
It was a mundane day, doing a few side quests before you went to do the main task. When you finally got there hours later, the grocery store wasn't extremely busy. Giving you the chance to shop in peace without worrying about your surroundings. Despite it being quiet, it still took you a while to gather everything.
Coming home about five hours later, with piles of bags to carry in. Shoving multiple straps onto each arm, as you didn't want to do multiple trips down to your car and back up to your unit.
"You can carry all that?" A gruff voice asked from above, staring down at you with the heavy bags cutting into your skin.
"Yup! I can do it!" You responded with a huff, dragging them up the stairs. Before you made it up all the way, you felt the relief of the man taking a few bags off your arms.
"This shits light, surprised you're struggling so much."
"Maybe cause I'm carrying eight bags?"
"I carry shit triple his weight."
Wanting to glare at him, your head snapped before him. Realizing that it was your pro-hero neighbour, the man you barely see around at all. He was standing there in a plain black T-shirt and matching sweatpants.
"Not all of us are pro heroes, y'know." You doubled down, "and I have more in the car."
He raised an eyebrow at that, "More? Whatcha buy? The whole god-damn building?"
"I did not, it's called saving money to spend an abundance."
"Or reckless spending," Bakugo mumbled under his breath, following you to your door.
You huffed, unlocking the door and kicking it with your shoe. "Just leave it by the door, I'll go grab the rest. And just a little b-t-dubs, I can hear you when you speak under your breath."
"That's the whole point, dumbass."
You rolled your eyes, going back to your car to grab the final bags. Locking the car doors and walking back up to see him still standing there. "Wanted to make sure I'm safe?" You teased, walking past him into your unit but stopping by the doorway.
"Five hours is a long ass time to go shopping for groceries."
Your eyebrows furrowed, a confused pout evident on your lips. He knew you were gone for five hours, but he was waiting for you. Creepy.
"Five hours is an appropriate amount, kinda creepy that you're keeping track of me."
"I was not!" He angrily protested, "It's not my fuckin' fault you prance around my camera every time you go out! I get a notification on my phone, y'know!"
"So... you're saying you watch me?"
"Fuck off." He classily flipped you off, storming into his unit a door down.
You called after him before he could disappear into his apartment, "Thanks for the help, Hero!"
Of course, there was no response, watching his negative brooding energy dissipate the moment he shut the door behind him. Leaving you alone to unpack and organize your shopping haul, putting on the TV drama journalists who have no business going that deep into celebrities' lives.
Settled down in a relaxed state, eating out of your brand new tub of ice cream while watching a true-crime documentary on the small couch. Invested in the serial killer targeting vulnerable women after dark, it freaked you out. Thinking about all the times you were exposed after work, having barely any self-defence to protect yourself in case things went wrong.
You had a tiny can of hairspray in your purse at all times, learning a trick to keep a small aerosol can on you as a self-defence device. Wanting to make a small difference in your life - shoving the ice cream back into the freezer, glaring at it like it personally offended you. Making the decision to head over to your tempered neighbour's apartment to ring that doorbell.
'You are currently being recorded.'
Rolling your eyes at the automated voice, "Hellooo! Hiii neighbour! It's your neighbour - duh!"
Hearing his audio glitch before finalizing, "What do you want," He asked more as a statement than a question.
"Comee out! We need a face-to-face conversation!"
"Just say it now."
"Fine! Teach me self-defence!"
"What the fuck? No."
Your eyebrows furrowed, "Oh, so you don't care if your neighbour gets attacked one day and is too weak to defend herself?" You said sarcastically, trying to push his buttons.
"I saw you attempt to carry eight bags today, seems pretty fuckin' 'defenceless' to me." Even though you couldn't see his physical body, it was clear enough that he used air quotations to emphasize his point.
"So you believe in me!"
"I never said that."
"At least teach me how to throw a solid punch! Or like a cool combination!"
There was no response from the speaker, leaving you there feeling rejected. Waiting for a few more seconds before turning on your heel to go back to your unit.
The lock on the door clicked, opening up to expose him once more to you. The same black shirt and matching sweats he was wearing before, looking at you with a neutral expression on his face, "If you really want to learn, don't waste my fuckin' time with unnecessary bullshit. You listen to what I say at all times."
"Yes, sir!" Buzzing with joy, you gave him a playful salute - it didn't last long because he turned around, walking back into his apartment. That must have been the invitation you needed to enter, reluctantly following behind him.
His apartment was clean, shoes lined neatly at the door - a musky-sweet smell filled the apartment. It seemed like there was nothing out of place; everything had an order and a level of cleanliness that your apartment could never achieve.
He pushed back his couch, placing the back towards the wall to create extra space, "Don't think I'm gonna go easy on you just cause you're a girl."
"I hope not!" Wanting to simulate a possible situation you could find yourself in, but you didn't know the extent he would go to.
He didn't verbally teach you a single thing, no instructions, just insults as a replacement. He was harsh on you, kicking you down, pinning you, and placing bruises on your body that were for sure going to show up as deep purple, burst blood vessels. At the end of the session, you were huffing, arms sore, and sweat beading down your forehead.
"Ehh! Not even a glass of water?"
"Do you think you have a chance for a water break in a real situation?" he snapped, "You're slow, how many times do I have to repeat that? You leave yourself open half the time and can't even throw a good punch. Do you not think when you attack?"
"Sorry, didn't know I needed elite knowledge to pack a punch."
"You need a plan, Dumbass. Even the greatest fighters have a plan."
"So... You're saying you have a plan?"
"Of course I do?! Who do you think I am?! Some kind of weak amateur who gets defeated like a pathetic weakling?!"
You watched his facial expressions, how his face would calm after his outbursts. He scanned the room, scanned your body as if he was assessing you and the secrets you held.
"What's the reason behind wanting to learn self-defence?" He blurted, walking over to the fridge to grab a water bottle for both of you.
"Wellll, long story short, I got really paranoid over this true crime documentary I was watching, and I was like 'this could be me' cause I'm normally alone walking to my car in the dark - I don't want to be some helpless girl if someone dares to make me into the next news headline!"
Bakugo hummed, wiping his mouth after the long sip. "That's why you're always statin' your personal information on my camera? Thought it was pretty creepy you're willin' to share that shit to some random."
You snapped your head towards him, "Hey! Firstly, it's important information documented in case anything happens to me! Secondly, I think I would rather have a trusted pro-hero neighbour, to have my personal information, as well as the date and time when I leave my apartment!"
"Uh huh. What are you? Hospitality or Retail?"
"Eh?!" You squeaked, not wanting to give up exactly what you do for work, especially to a man who seems to be above strip clubs and sex workers, "Hospitality, I guess."
Bakugo furrowed his eyebrows, sensing the white lie you were trying to spread but deciding not to comment on it further. Instead, standing back up to continue the sparring exercise.
SYNOPSIS: katsuki comes to you after wisdom teeth removal
A/N: HEAVILY inspired by @rengoatku and their work is reblogged on my blog <3
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it was 12:46 PM when you got a text in the class 1-A group chat:
denki kaninari: has anyone seen bakugo? we lost him
“lost him?” you thought to yourself, “how does a person lose another person?”
your thoughts are interrupted by a knock on your door. you sigh and get up from your desk to go answer it.
assuming it’s denki or kirishima, you open the door and immediately answer the question they asked in the group chat: “no, i haven’t seen him—”
you stopped when you saw who it was at your door.
katsuki bakugo.
a very groggy and out-of-it bakugo. his cheeks were chubby and his mouth was filled with gauze.
“katsuki, what are you doing here?” you asked.
instead of answering, he just walked by you to go lay on your bed, making himself at home. you watched him as you contemplate why he’s at your dorm high as a kite.
“my teeth hurt,” he said, his words slurred.
“that’s right. i forgot you had your wisdom teeth surgery today.”
he nods in response and gives you his best pouty face.
you laugh.
“don’t laugh at my pain.” he turns to look at you. “cuddle me instead.”
“why would i cuddle you, katsuki?”
he groans as if the answer is obvious. “to comfort me.”
you sighed and walked to him. “katsuki, the boys are looking for you. they’re worried about you,” you say gently.
“i don’t want to be with the boys. i want to be with the girl.” he pointed at you. “my girl.”
my girl? how many painkillers is this guy on?
you crossed your arms. “your girl?”
he nodded. “mhm my girlfriend who i love so much.”
you eyes widen.
you squat down so your face to face with him. “katsuki, we aren’t dating.”
he squints. “yes we are. i love you so we’re dating.” he tries to smile, but you end up just being faced with bloody gauze.
“okay, close your mouth.” you gently guide him to close his mouth as much as he can. “katsuki, you’re high on pain meds, you have no idea what you’re saying.”
“yes i do. i love you.”
you playfully roll your eyes and stand up to grab a blanket from the corner of your room. by the time you turn back around to face him, he’s sleeping. you lay the blanket over him and kiss him on the forehead.
⭑𓂃at first, bakugo acted like every bit of your affection was a personal attack on his peace, he would gruff and puff and roll his eyes whenever you bounced up to him with that bright smile. but he never once told you to stop because he secretly liked how you always came back no matter how blunt he was. it was one thing he admired in people -- dedication. over time, bakugo started watching you more.
⭑𓂃 bakugo gets flustered every time you compliment him because you do it with no hesitation and no shame. he looks away with a red face while his hands shake just enough that he has to clench them, and he mutters something rude under his breath even though he is secretly thrilled that you think so highly of him. he always ends up standing closer to you than he means to because your affection pulls him in like nothing else.
⭑𓂃you touch him gently whenever you get the chance. you hold his sleeve or wrist with careful fingers so you do not overwhelm him. one afternoon you sat beside him with your dynamight plushie in your lap and told him you liked it because it made you feel safe. he nearly choked on his own breath because he didn’t know how to handle something that honest. he looked away so fast his neck cracked while his whole face went red. muttering something rude just to cover how much he wanted to grab your hand and hold it until he stopped shaking.
⭑𓂃bakugo notices every single person who looks at you for longer than a second. he pretends he is not paying attention, but his jaw tightens and his eyes narrow. he stands a little closer to you without saying anything. he watches the way you smile at others because he wants to know if it is the same smile you give him. you talk to people with your usual warm, devoted tone, and it makes bakugo’s stomach twist. you are soft and friendly with everyone, and he cannot stand how easily people fall for you. he tries to act like he does not care, but he keeps glancing at you to make sure you are still focused on him. he hates how much it bothers him, but he cannot switch it off !
⭑𓂃 bakugo starts showing small signs that you are his. he puts his hand on your back when someone else approaches. he pulls you into conversations so people know you are with him. he gives short answers because he is too flustered to speak normally. he looks at you with a soft expression when no one else is watching. he feels proud when you smile at him like he is the only one you want.
⭑𓂃 bakugo goes to best jeanist because he has no idea how to confess. he stands there while he explains how much he cares about you. he admits he wants the moment to be perfect because you deserve something special. jeanist listens and gives him advice. bakugo arranges a quiet meeting area by a beautiful river. he tells you it is important to him so you will actually show up. he spends the whole day pacing because he wants everything to look right.
⭑𓂃when you arrive, you are confused because it does not look like a meeting at all. you see the table, the food, and the romantic lights around the river. you sit down and notice a small plate in front of you. written on it are the words “can i be your boyfriend”. your heart jumps because you have waited so long for this moment. you look up and see bakugo standing there, you say “yes”, standing up and hugging him tightly. he freezes for a second because he cannot believe you accepted so fast. then he wraps his arms around you, hiding his face in your shoulder because he is blushing too hard to even look at you.
Bakugo loves foreign women you can’t change my mind about it.
Remember when some fans were thinking Bakugo had a wedding ring on in the epilogue when he was driving? I didn’t mind the theory however I also think he would’ve been cute to think he finally found someone, but they were from a different country.
Very cliche, but he met her during a mission abroad, she was one of the people he had to work under and throughout the years he has many variety of people before, so you really weren’t no different, but he always found himself vibing better with them when they were from another province.
You and him almost never argued, sarcasm thrown here and there, a few petty bickers but you both had amazing chemistry not just at work, but even in interviews. Bakugo quickly became more and more interested in you, at least a friend at first.
Bakugo to me always gave the type to be very curious and adventurous of other people’s cultures. He was a curious guy to say the least.
He seems like the type to want to know so much about you it almost sounds like an interview itself when he speaks to you.
“What fun stuff do you do around here?”
“This is a childhood dish? Text me the recipe”
“English is your second language too?”
It’s like learning about a second world to him, and he means no harm about it. He’s nearly like Deku trying to understand your background.
To me, he’d try harder to speak your native language, I still believe in the learning English (or whatever is ur first language) headcanon I made.
When he finally gets the basic phrases right he finally uses it to ask you out, it’s really cute if you ask me,
“Would you…like…to go to…date. On date.”
Though you can understand a nice chunk of Japanese (partially thanks to him), and he could have asked you in his language, your heart melted to see him speak in yours.
You responded with “Yes., I would love to.” in his language and from that point on you had him wrapped around your little finger.
Bakugo seems the type of guy to love all of you, in his own little way. There isn’t a day that goes by that he doesn’t find you fascinating/entertaining. Not in a bad/weird way, it’s just he wants to know more about your world, since you’re now his.
So, when Bakugo comes back to Japan to see his classmates again he has a beautiful woman such as yourself around his arm. And a matched ring on his hand.
with blinding lights and flashing cameras, the press and paparazzi drown the scene as katsuki steps out the entrance. there’s dirt smeared across his jaw, his hero suit heavy and torn apart more than ever, but soon, media headlines will zero in on a rare snapshot of his softer grin, adorned by a shy dimple while he looks to the side, lipstick marks all over his face (thanks to you).
bakugou's been acting strange, and you're left with even more questions then answers.
pairing. na'vi!bakugou katsuki x fem!reade
word count. 1.8K
content warning. na'vi katsuki, alienxhuman, based on the avatar (2009) movie, swearing (in english and in na'vi lol), massive height difference, just assume he's either slouching or crouching most of the time lol, fingers in mouths but not in a freaky way !! (not yet at least), eating, jealousy, denki stirring up chaos, katsuki being a brat whats new
A/N. woo! didn't think i'd be able to churn out another part of this so quickly but lookit that!! go, me !! i love this au especially since im watching all the movies rn its been real fun :3 dk if ill make another part after this one but eh who knows :P like last time tl notes at the end of the fic but they might not be super accurate
you’ve been unable to place bakugou’s behaviour this past week.
from an outsiders point of view, he’s wasn't acting any different. hell, you probably wouldn’t have noticed the difference in him either, except the conversation (if you could even call it that) you’d had last week still lingers heavily on your mind. especially after an interesting conversation with kaminari.
bakugou wasn’t the only one who made it a habit of coming to your post, most of his peers came to visit you often. unfortunately, not a single one of them seemed to remember that while the ceilings where high, the rest of this base wasn’t accommodated for na’vi size and routinely bumped into your trinkets and furniture. oh well, at least it wasn’t on purpose like a certain na’vi man..
kaminari often came to you to practice his english, he’d get a bit embarrassed working with the older members of the crew and felt more comfortable chatting (and sometimes shamelessly flirting) with you, someone who looked closer in age to him.
“but not size, sorry !” he’d teased, whimpering lightly when you smacked his hip.
this time though, he didn’t come for his regularly unscheduled english lesson, rather-he’d come to tattle to you.
about bakugou.
“he got mad at me yesterday, no reason ! he punched me !” he recounted, animatedly pretending to punch himself in the face and holding his jaw.
“wow, that sounds terrible,” you nod “what’d you do to make him so mad ?”
astonished, his eyes widen “eh ?! i did nothing ! why my fault ?!”
you giggle at his wide eyed frenzy, absentmindedly spinning left to right in your chair, his long tail follow your movement like a pendulum.
“i’m just teasing. so, he hit you for no reason ?”
he nods like a kicked puppy, pouting “he was mad about your gift.”
you tilt your head, eyebrows furrowing in confusion “my gift ?”
“my 'om tskxe ! that i gave you !” he points to where it sits, behind you and safely placed on top of a shelf this time around.
then it comes back to you…that’s right, he was strangely hostile about the innocent little treasure. you glance at the crystal, glimmering lightly from the few streaks of sunlight.
“ah...he was mad about it last time he came, too. i don’t know what the big deal is.”
kaminari shrugs with a huff through his nose, you recognised the noise as something bakugou does often. far too often.
“he was angry because of you.”
you whip your head at him in bewilderment “angry—because of me ?! what’d i do ? it’s bad enough he comes in here to bother me all the time, now i’m getting the silent treatment for accepting gifts !” you groan, shaking your head in exasperation you flop back in your chair “the nerve of you people...”
kaminari surprises you and laughs, waving his arms frantically “no, no ! not mad ! aah—” he hums, still catching his breath, thinking about the right word to say. he mumbles something under his breath before looking at you again.
“we na’vi are…protective. over our people, it’s not weird to be mad over your muntxa si getting gifts from others.”
you pause, thinking back to your mind dictionary to look for the unfamiliar word he’d used. you don’t remember hearing that one and it leaves you even more confused.
“ä !” kaminari gasps, covering his mouth quickly like he’d said something he shouldn’t have, while still giggling under his breath.
“ngaytxoa—sorry,” he says, even though he doesn’t exactly look the sorriest. “secret, shouldn’t say more.”
and just like that, he was gone. leaving you with questions you had no answers for.
—
bakugou’s been acting weird this past week, but at least it only took him two days to talk you this time.
you’re almost happy to hear him call you a skxwang. almost.
he hasn’t been bothering you much so far, though. which was before a blessing and…well, definitely not a curse, but confusing considering how he usually acts. instead, he sits on top of one of the storage containers across from you, simply staring. he hasn’t said a word in a few minutes now, so you decide to start up conversation this time.
looking up from your notepad to glance at him, you see him freeze and look away. huh.
you slide a bowl of freshly cut mangoes you’d made for lunch across the table for him to reach “want some ?”
he swallows, mumbles under his breath, then roughly snatches a handful. looking at you like a challenge while also trying his best to avoid your line of sight.
you sigh through your nose in defeat. fine, you decide. maybe eywa had decided to bless you today and allow bakugou some peace of mind and in turn, some silence for you.
you hear him stand after a few minutes and you assume he’s leaving, until a shadow surrounds you from above. you’re none the wiser, focusing on your scribbled na’vi notes, it had been awhile since you had time to practice your na’vi. and that word kaminari said still itched at your curiosity.
“do you want some more ?” you ask absentmindedly, already reaching for your bowl again when you remember. hey, there’s a na’vi in the room right next to you who could answer your question, duh ! if he was feeling kind enough to shut his mouth today, maybe he’d grace you with another one of his lessons. perhaps if you stroked his ego a bit, that usually worked..
“hey, kaminari told me—“
bakugou cuts you off with an irritated hiss, “frakrr poan. ftang lawk tsa'u kurkung..”
snatching your wrist in his practically giant grip, he snatches the bowl with his other hand and slams it on the table in such a harsh manner you’re surprised it didn’t crack.
you gasp in shock “hey ! don’t break anything !” you scold. bakugou pays you no mind and surprisingly—snatches your jaw.
you blink. huh ?!
you freeze, instinctively trying to get out of his grip but his low growl stops you. he shushes you, so softly and so unlike him. and even if his voice is still a little rough, he tries.
“tsal lu hìno…tsal lu hìno..” even if his expression doesn’t match, his tone manages to calm you. and it helps you realise how careful his grip is, so much so that he’s only using his thumb and pointer to hold onto you.
tentatively, he squishes your cheeks and chuckles when you let out a noise of discontent “nga lu na a leskxir ioang.”
“h-hey, my na’vi isn’t exactly that great..i know it doesn’t look it but..” you joke, voice muffled from his squeezing your jaw with every word.
he rolls his eyes “i said—you are like a hurt animal. moving crazy, wiggling…like an insect.” he goads, smirking.
“rude. asshole.” you smack his wrist. he scoffs out a laugh. his pointer reaches for your mouth, and before you can think to stop yourself, you let him have his way. he rubs your upper lip, before lifting it up slowly and prodding at your teeth. you bite down lightly, half out of reflex and another out of challenge, looking straight at him.
his eyes are unreadable as he responds with a small huff of laughter “how do you bite with so small teeth ? everything of you is little.” he prods harder at your canine “doesn’t even hurt.”
you shake your head lightly and he relents a bit, letting his finger drop from your mouth. “my teeth might not do much,” this time, you smirk. you notice how quiet it’s gotten, but you pay it no mind. not with him in front of you.
“but i know other places to get you where it hurts.” you tease.
he squints at you, eyes glinting at the prospect of challenge. “if you fight me, you will lose.”
you roll your eyes with a small laugh, reaching for his wrist—the attention on you much to strong for you to handle any longer. he finally lets you go. and you hate that a part of you almost wishes he hadn’t.
“i don’t plan on fighting you any time soon, so rest easy.” you say, stuffing your mouth with a couple pieces of mango, so much for looking well mannered.
“you rest easy.” he grumbled, stealing a couple pieces for himself.
you roll your eyes harder, he always had to have the last word.
“ah, right !” you shoot up “when kaminari came in here a couple days ago, he called me—ah fuck, what was it..?” you try your best to remember how he’d pronounced the words. “m-muhnta-see or something ? “
in an instant, bakugou was in front of you.
except differently than a couple minutes ago. his eyes are squinted, pupils small and dangerous and you can hear how hard your office chair strains under his grip.
“..muntxa si.” he says lowly.
you brighten, temporarily distracted “ah, yes ! that’s what he said !”
but bakugou doesn’t share your excitement, in fact, it’s like he hadn’t even heard you.
“he said that..to you ? he called you his ?”
“what ? no, no i—!” you splutter, confused “ i think he was joking, he said something about how you were mad about his gift-and then he said..that. i was wondering what it meant.”
bakugou’s eyes cast downwards, eyes searching for nothing in particular—you think he’s just trying to avoid you again.
“…mate.”
he looks up at you to finish his sentence, the scar on his cheek catches in the light.
“mate, it means.”
your heart stutters.
oh.
“oh.” you say out loud “well…that’s…something.”
“wiya..!” bakugou groans, “you—he—!” he scratches his head, then looks at you in defiance “he says stupid things. lies.” he says weakly.
“i-i know…don’t worry.” you say softly, trying to reassure him as best you could. he scoffs, huffing. you can’t deny missing the noise a little.
“not worried.” his nose scrunches. almost cutely.
“yes, yes you’re not worried about anything. i know. i just mean- i know ‘nari’s a prankster. he likes telling jokes. right ?”
he glances at you briefly, then he nods. short, quick and snappy.
“right.” he grunts. he reaches forward to snatch your bowl, now with only a handful of mango pieces left.
“hey !”
“shhhh !” he hisses, tutting at you. he shoves the handful in his mouth, and he prepares to leave. he places the bowl back next to you.
“you..give him things ?”
“huh ?”
he groans, cursing under his breath. he clings the bowl a couple times against your table.
“food, items…he gives you things. you give them back ? you give him fruit ?” his grip on your bowl tightens.
you blink up at him. his expression is different..almost shy.
“well, no ? not really…he comes by here a lot for lessons. but i don’t give him things.”
the na’vi sighs up at the sky, almost as if in exasperation but you could tell that wasn’t exactly the case.
and you catch very faintly, a whisper from under his breath.
“good..”
he sniffs, then turns to leave. “skxawng.”
“hey- i really don’t need you to make that a habit, jackass !”
the door slams shut.
and you’re left even more confused.
translations (note that these might not be super accurate!) :
om tskxe - purple rock.
muntxa si - mate.
• ngaytxoa - sorry.
frakrr poan. ftang lawk tsa'u kurkung.. - it's always about him..stop talking about that asshole.
tsal lu hìno - it's fine/okay.
nga lu na a leskxir ioang. - you're like a wounded animal
your coworkers are convinced that a certain fiery na'vi has a soft spot for you, but that couldn't be further from the truth...right ?
pairing. na'vi!bakugou katsuki x fem!reader
word count. 1.7K
content warning. na'vi katsuki, alienxhuman, based on the avatar (2009) movie- granted i wanna rewatch it soon but i dont rlly know if im saying all the terms correctly so keep that in mind, fluffl nuffin bad just wanted to talk about this tehee, na'vi language (def not accurate its hard to find a good translator..frown), katsuki threatening murder in na'vi, bullysuki strikes again, jealousy...ouuuu, oblivious!reader and emotionally constipated pining katsuki bc even if he is an alien he's just as stupid ilhsm, humoungous size difference he's like 9ft lmao real monsterfuckers come to the front
A/N. my random avatar (2009) phase returning full form granted me the opportunity to write again. literally who wouldve thought...well im not complaining ! hope y'all like it :>
bakugou was a force to be reconned with.
being able to interact with the na'vi species, or the homo pandorus if you want to be real scientifical as your seniors say, was a joy you're glad to experience every day. granted, you were quite a bit younger than the average member in your sci-ops branch, but that absolutely didn't dull your expertise and drive to learn more about the creatures, that was one of the very factors that had gotten you selected for the program. you were at least happy to see your mentor was just as excitable as you when it came to na'vi, although some would consider mrs. nemuri a bit hysterical, you could see the passion in her. and you were happy she gave you a chance.
that being said, the experience had been nothing short of wonderful for you. the language, the customs, it was all so new and exciting. even if you did almost piss your pants when you first landed on base. you were notified that na'vi are quite tall, but nine feet (minimum, by the way.) was bound to surprise you a couple times, right ?!
however, not letting your clumsiness hold you down, you did well for yourself and even managed to make some friends, with researchers and na'vi alike. after being settled on base for quite some time, you'd even managed to pick up some basic phrases and expressions, while not perfect, it's enough to hold a conversation. and make your friends laugh at your so called "silly accent."
however. you'd become fascinated (or the target, from his point of view) with a rather quirky character--
bakugou katsuki.
the other researchers joke around about you being his favourite, due to the fact that whenever you're around he's quick to pick on you. one of your coworkers even commented that they suspected he'd come to base to look for you specifically.
"you were out on lunch break when he came in here demanding to know where you were, and when i did he scurried off in a hurry. he looked super disappointed, was almost cute." they joked.
you're always quick to wave it off. every since your first day, bakugou has always had a reputation of being a bit of a brute. he has quite the harsh vocab from the few words of his mother tongue you'd managed to pick up; he talks roughly and most of the words you'd managed to remember were curse words since they never seemed to leave his mouth.
he picks fights with his fellow na'vi very often in these weird tests of strength/training exercises that he always takes too far. he complains often about other warriors being " 'eveng."
he puts up quite the fight with researchers and scientists alike over every little thing and while interacting with his kind had, truly you mean it wholly, been a pleasure. he's always been the oddball, the one your fellow man couldn't quite place. to put it simply; he was the big bully on the block.
but somehow, the running gag slowly morphed into a common consensus among everyone in your wing. for some reason, somehow. he was different with you.
you personally didn't see it at all. bakugou was just as mean to you as he was with everyone else. whenever he found himself in your space he'd hulk over you, his massive frame casting a shadow over you and most annoyingly your work notes. this made it practically impossible for you to get anything done and the bastard made it damn obvious he knew what he was doing and enjoyed messing with you.
he'd go out of his way to knock things over with that stupid thick tail of his and ignore you when you called him out on it. and when it wasn't his stupid tail he'd bat things off your desk with his large, scarred hands, claiming it an "accident". when you caught him red handed in the process of knocking over trinkets on your office desk, he'd remain silent. huffing through his nose, a little sassy noise he always let out around others like instinct. right, because you were the one at fault here.
but you will admit that he seems to be more...comfortable (?) around you. when you first started becoming more familiar with him he'd force a language swap of sorts; in subtle ways.
he'd repeat your words in his own broken way and his tone made it extremely clear he wanted you to explain what certain words meant. only for him to never say anything back or ask you outright what they meant unless you explained of your own accord.
and when he wasn't laughing at your pronunciation, he'd repeat words you'd say wrong at you louder like that was a viable way of teaching, huffing through his noise when you'd get it like he wanted. you never understood if the noise was proud or mocking. it's hard to tell with him.
you were informed he was apathetic and reluctant to study english, something or other about how the language was beneath him (you wonder often where his massive ego comes from.) but you realised he picked it up rather quickly. he refused every compliment you gave him with an indignant snort.
eijirou had once told you that he never spoke much around you because he was embarrassed. that he'd spend most of his time subtly practicing by speaking english more often around others but would stop completely once you were around. you doubted bakugou would every admit it to you, but found it quite sweet.
luckily he got more comfortable talking to you after a while. or well, talking at you you should say.
he spent his time berating you and calling you dumb. or showing off about how much stronger he was than "you humans." you didn't mind much, it was entertaining having him around to fill in the silence, not one moment passed when he wasn't talking at you about something he did. (and if he wasn't, he'd find some way or other to bother you until he got bored and left.)
"y'know bakugou, showing off like this won't make you popular with girls." you teased, not looking up from your microscope.
though you don't even need to look at his face to know of the indignant look he shoots you, especially as he lets out a groan of disdain, he's very vocal to accompany his dramatics.
"don't need that." he shoots back quickly.
quicker than your eye can follow he snatches something off your desk. when you look up you see him holding a small shiny, purple tinted rock. kaminari, another na'vi friend, handed it to you as a gift.
"put that back." you say, although there's no alarm in your tone. he might be reckless, but bakugou never broke anything of yours on purpose. last time he accidentally did he spent a week creepily lurking around you, then bringing you banana fruit as a wordless apology.
"..who gave this ?" he sniffs the item. you look up at his face to see him scowling at the gift his friend brought you.
"ah, that was kaminari. he was so excited about it, too. i don't know what it is, but it looks pretty." you recall.
katsuki's brows furrow as you continue explaining, he eyes you in a way that you could only describe as suspicious. or maybe..irritated ?
he scoffs, loud and much too angry for something so small clutched between his fingers.
" 'upe nga keng si fa fì'u 'u ? skxawng."
you don't understand what he says and you would ask, but you catch that last word clear as day. not like you couldn't, he uses it daily. skxawng.
"hey ! i know what that means, quite being mean ! and gimme my thing back !" you shout. sitting up to reach for your gift. bakugou effortlessly lifts it away from you.(frankly, you should've seen that coming) eyes still on you he's, surprisingly, silent for a moment. simply looking down at you.
"...need this."
"huh ?"
his eyes lock onto yours, more intensely than they ever had before.
"you...don't need this." he mumbles, quieter than his ever loud mouth had uttered words before.
you freeze, for many reasons. bakugou clicks a couple times, muttering something you don't catch under his breath.
"..stupid." he adds.
"it's not stupid," you reply, defending your friends honor "kaminari's my friend, i appreciate that he thought about me."
"no."
"..no ?" you mimic, confused. his expression sours and he speaks again. firmer.
"no."
"..no, what ?!"
"stupid. don't appreciate." he spits.
your eyebrows furrow "i do !"
"don't." his furrow harder.
"bakugou, you're being weird." you sigh, exasperated by his antics. you take the opportunity to poke his firm, toned stomach, which doesn't hurt him, of course. but it catches him off guard enough to distract him. you jump with all your might, which regrettably isn't very high (you're an researcher, not a warrior, okay?!) and manages to snatch your shiny rock out of his grip.
flabbergasted, he blinks a few times before trying to reach for your rock again, but you clutch it to your chest and he freezes, knowing you're intent on protecting it. with your life if you must.
(okay, maybe a little dramatic. but if they go low, you go lower.)
he growls and hisses at you, but you ignore his antics and get back to work. keeping the rock on your other side where he can't reach and grabbing your notepad to continue analysing the matter in front of you.
"bark all you want, you won't get anything outta me. now, shoo." you swat in his direction, pretending to concentrate on your work. from the corner of your eye you see how his fist clenches and worry tugs at your mind for a moment, there must be something genuinely bothering him.
before you can think to ask (he's quite fast) he's huffing through his nose again, resolute. and makes his way out of your post, not before spitefully knocking off a random purple marker off your desk.
"close the door behind you, please." you sigh, rolling your eyes. his fading voice growls something out.
"oel tspìsyang paon."
"what ?!" you call for him, but he's already almost out the door.
"skxawng."
"hey !!"
the door slams shut.
translations (note that these might not be super accurate!) :
'eveng - child. basically calling them children or crybabies in this context.
'upe nga keng si fa fì'u 'u ? skxawng. - what would you even do with this thing ? what an idiot.
Summary: Your boyfriend, Katsuki Bakugou comes home from patrol injured. He insists he can take care of himself. You know better and force him to accept your help.
Word Count: 2.8k
The night was near silent by the time Katsuki Bakugou finally came home. The sounds of the neighborhood were muffled and almost calming. Then, the front door slammed open hard enough to shake the walls.
You sat up from your position on the couch.
“Katsuki?” You ask, not able to see him yet.
“I’m fine,” he snapped before you could ask anything else.
Of course he was.
The words came out rough and irritated, but the strain underneath them was impossible to miss. Katsuki stood in the doorway still dressed in pieces of his hero costume, shoulders rigid with tension. His right arm was wrapped heavily in white bandages from shoulder to wrist and secured tightly against his chest in a black sling. There were bruises blooming along the visible skin near his collarbone, dark and ugly under the apartment lighting.
He looked exhausted.
Not just physically tired, either. He looked frustrated, angry, and humiliated.
You stood carefully, setting your book aside on the couch eyeing him up and down. “Did Recovery Girl cleared you to come home?”
“She patched me up.”
“That’s not what I asked Katsuki.”
His sharp crimson eyes flicked toward you, irritation flashing instantly.
“Tch. Yeah. Whatever.”
“You can’t just ignore me!”
You walked over slowly, keeping your movements calm and unhurried. Katsuki always got sharper when he felt cornered, especially when he was injured. Pushing him too hard would only make him dig his heels in further.
Even now, exhausted and hurting, he still carried himself like he was preparing for a fight.
“You should sit down,” you said gently.
“I can stand.”
“I know you can.”
“Then stop lookin’ at me like I’m dying.”
Your chest tightened a little at the bite in his voice. Not because it scared you—you were long past being intimidated by Katsuki’s temper—but because you knew where it was coming from.
He hated needing help. He hated being weak. Most of all, he hated being seen as vulnerable even by you.
You reached carefully for the strap of his duffel bag. “Let me at least take this from you.”
“I got it.”
The words came instantly.
Automatic.
Then he tried to yank the bag off his shoulder one-handed.
The movement pulled sharply at his injured arm.
A hiss escaped through his teeth before he could stop it.
Your expression softened immediately.
“Katsuki…”
“Don’t.”
Ignoring him, you slid the strap gently from his shoulder and set it near the door before guiding him toward the couch with a light touch against his back. He grumbled under his breath the entire way but didn’t fight you.
Once he sat down, the tension in his face became even more obvious. His jaw was clenched tight enough to ache, and there was a faint sheen of sweat along his forehead.
“You’re in pain.”
“No shit.”
“Did they give you medication?”
“Yeah.”
“Have you taken it?”
No response.
You stared at him incredulously.
Katsuki looked away first with an annoyed click of his tongue.
“…Not yet.”
You sighed softly.
Without another word, you disappeared into the kitchen to grab water. When you returned, Katsuki was trying to awkwardly tug his combat gauntlet off with one hand and failing miserably.
“Hold still. I’ll do it for you,” you murmured.
“I can do it.”
“Mhm. You’re clearly handling things.”
You knelt in front of him anyway.
The metal clasp was stuck partially beneath one of the support straps around his shoulder. You worked carefully, fingers brushing lightly against his costume while Katsuki sat rigidly still above you.
Normally he’d complain more.
Normally he’d bark about not needing help.
But now he just looked tired.
When the gauntlet finally came loose, he exhaled sharply through his nose.
“There.”
You set it aside before holding out the pills and water.
He frowned immediately.
“What are you my nurse now?”
“Something like that.”
You watched him swallow it before sitting beside him on the couch.
For a while, neither of you spoke. Katsuki leaned his head back against the couch cushions, eyes half-lidded with exhaustion.
Your gaze drifted toward the thick bandages around his arm.
“What happened?”
His expression darkened immediately.
“Villain had some kinda impact quirk,” he muttered. “Compressed blasts.”
You listened quietly, running your hand along his uninjured arm.
“He caught civilians under debris. I went in before the sidekicks cleared the area.” Katsuki’s jaw tightened harder. “I Didn’t see the second blast coming.”
The words sounded clipped and frustrated. Not because he regretted saving people but because he’d gotten hurt doing it.
You reached for his uninjured hand carefully, threading your fingers lightly through his palm.
“You still saved them though.”
“Tch. Obviously.”
“What did Recovery Girl say about your arm? You don’t look too hot,” you mumble the last sentence.
Katsuki scowled immediately.
“That old gremlin benched me. Two weeks of quirk rest.”
You blinked.
“Katsuki, that’s serious.”
“I know that.”
The irritation returned full force now, defensive and sharp.
“She said if I strain the muscles again before they heal properly, I could screw up the arm permanently.”
You glanced down at the thick wrappings again.
No wonder he looked miserable.
Katsuki’s quirk relied heavily on his arms. Fighting was woven into his entire identity. Being forced to rest—being unable to fully use one side of his body—probably felt unbearable to him. Judging by the furious tension in his posture, he was already trying to figure out ways around Recovery Girl’s orders. That was not happening. Not if you could do anything about it.
You squeezed his hand speaking quietly, “Then you need to rest.”
“I’m not helpless.”
“I didn’t say you were.”
“You’re thinkin’ it.”
Your brows pulled together softly. “No. I’m thinking you need time to recover. You’re going to let me help.”
Katsuki groaned and looked away again, glaring toward the windows.
Then, his stomach growled. He looked personally offended by the sound. Despite yourself, a smile tugged at your mouth.
“Hungry?”
“No.”
His stomach betrayed him again immediately.
You laughed softly.
“Mmm I’m not sure I believe you.”
“Shut up.”
The grumble lacked its usual heat.
You stood from the couch. “I made food earlier. I can heat some up.”
“I can do it myself.”
“You can barely take your gauntlets off yourself. Now sit still. I’m going to heat the food for you,” you say sweetly.
He looked ready to argue again. Then another flicker of pain crossed his expression when he shifted his shoulder wrong. Defeat flashed briefly behind his eyes.
“…Fine.”
You smiled softly and headed toward the kitchen.
Over the next hour, the apartment settled into something quieter.
You reheated dinner while Katsuki sat at the counter watching you with tired eyes. He still grumbled every time you helped him with something small—opening a bottle, adjusting his sling, carrying dishes—but he accepted the help more often than not albeit reluctantly.
By the time evening settled fully outside, the medication had clearly started making him drowsy. His movements slowed. His posture slumped more heavily into the couch cushions.
Still, his pride remained painfully intact. Which became a problem when he finally decided he needed a shower.
“I’m taking a bath,” he announced suddenly, pushing himself off the couch.
You looked up from your phone. “Do you need help?”
“No.”
The answer came so quickly it almost overlapped your question.
You hid a sigh.
“Katsuki—”
“I can wash myself.”
“You can barely raise your arm. How do you plan on keeping your bandages dry?”
“I’ll figure it out.”
Before you could argue further, he disappeared toward the bathroom. A few minutes later, you heard a loud curse echo down the hallway. Then something clattered heavily against the floor.
“Katsuki?” You yelled down the hall.
“I’m fine!”
Another crash.
You hurried toward the bathroom before he could protest again.
The door was partially open already.
Inside, Katsuki stood hunched over the sink breathing hard with frustration. His sling had been discarded on the counter, and he was unsuccessfully trying to pull his shirt over his head using only one arm.
The fabric had gotten stuck halfway.
His injured shoulder trembled violently from the strain. The sight made your gut turn.
“Katsuki.”
“I said—I got it—”
The movement pulled wrong again. Pain flashed across his face instantly. He swore viciously under his breath.
You stepped closer immediately. “Stop. You’re hurting yourself.”
“I’m fine.”
“No, you’re not.”
His breathing came sharp and irritated through his nose. Then slowly, carefully, you reached for the hem of his shirt.
“Let me help.”
His entire body tensed. The vulnerability in his expression appeared so briefly most people probably would’ve missed it. But you saw it.
Katsuki hated every moment of this interaction. Deep down, he knew you weren’t judging him but he hated feeling helpless.
His eyes dropped toward the floor.
“…I can’t even get a damn shirt off.”
The quiet frustration in his voice hurt far more than any yelling would have and your expression softened immediately.
“There’s nothing wrong with needing help. You’d help me if I were hurt.”
“That’s different.”
“Because it’s you?”
You gently tugged the shirt the rest of the way off him.
Bruises covered much of his upper body now that the fabric was gone. Angry purple marks spread across his shoulder and ribs. Recovery Girl had healed the worst damage, but she couldn’t erase all of it instantly.
Your fingers brushed carefully against his side.
Katsuki flinched.
“I’m sorry. I’m trying to be gentle”
“It’s fine.”
You looked up at him quietly.
“Let me help you bathe.”
“No. I’m not a damn child.”
“I know that.”
“Then stop treating me like one.”
You stepped closer until your hands rested lightly against his uninjured arm.
“I’m not trying to make you feel helpless,” you said softly. “I just don’t want you hurting yourself more because you’re too stubborn to let me help.”
His jaw clenched hard.
“You seeing me like this sucks.”
You reached up carefully and brushed damp blond hair away from his forehead.
“I always want to see you no matter what you look like.”
His eyes narrowed slightly.
“You’re bein’ cheesy.”
“You love it,” you kept your voice gentle, “I’m going to take care of you tonight and for the next two weeks if needed.”
The bathroom fell quiet except for the sound of running water beginning to fill the tub.
Katsuki stared at the floor for several long seconds before speaking. “You can help me tonight. We’ll see about tomorrow.”
“Thank you.”
“Don’t make it weird.”
“I’m not making it weird!”
Helping him into the bath took patience.
Katsuki tried insisting he could lower himself alone, only to nearly lose his balance halfway through. You steadied him carefully with both hands against his waist while he muttered curses under his breath.
The warm water seemed to relax him almost instantly once he settled into it. Some of the tension left his shoulders. You knelt beside the tub and carefully unwrapped the bandages around his arm. The skin underneath still looked painful. There was dark bruising, healing cuts, and swollen muscles around his shoulder.
Katsuki watched your expression carefully like he expected disgust or pity.
Instead, you only looked concerned.
“That looks painful,” you said tracing along a particularly nasty bruise.
“It’s whatever,” His gaze flicked away, “…Hurts a little.”
A little. You almost smiled at the understatement.
“Lean back,” you murmured. “I’m going to wash your hair first.”
His ears immediately turned red.
“I can do that part.”
“With one arm?”
You took his lack of reply as surrender.
Warm water dripped through Katsuki’s blond hair as you gently worked shampoo through the strands. Your fingers massaged slowly against his scalp, careful not to jostle his shoulder too much. The hard lines in his face softened bit by bit beneath your touch.
“I’m not hurting you right?” you asked quietly.
“No, it’s nice.”
His voice sounded rougher now. He was starting to fall asleep. You smiled faintly and continued rinsing the shampoo out carefully with a cup of warm water.
Katsuki stayed completely still the entire time. It felt strangely intimate in a way that had nothing to do with romance and everything to do with vulnerability.
You reached for the washcloth next.
“Can I wash your shoulder?”
His eyes opened halfway.
“You ask permission a lot.”
“Because it’s your body and it’s injured.”
Something unreadable flickered across his face at that.
Then he nodded once.
You cleaned him slowly and carefully, making sure not to put pressure near the injured muscles. Every now and then Katsuki hissed quietly when you brushed too close to bruised skin, but he never told you to stop.
“Kinda pathetic,” Katsuki muttered suddenly.
You blinked. “What is?”
“This.”
You frowned immediately.
“You being injured?”
“Me needing help.”
You set the washcloth aside and rested your hand gently against his uninjured shoulder.
“Katsuki,” you said softly stroking his hair, “there is nothing pathetic about letting someone care about you.”
He stared at the water quietly.
“You are strong,” you whispered. “Strong people still need rest.”
His eyes lifted toward yours slowly. There was no anger in them, only exhaustion.
You brushed your fingers gently through his damp hair again.
“You don’t have to fight all the time.”
The silence that followed felt fragile.
Then Katsuki looked away quickly, muttering, “…You’re too nice to me.”
A small smile tugged at your mouth.
“Someone has to be.”
The corner of his mouth twitched faintly upward.
After helping him rinse off, you carefully guided him out of the tub. Water dripped down his skin while steam curled through the warm bathroom air. Katsuki swayed slightly from exhaustion the moment he stood fully upright. His left hand instinctively grabbed your waist for balance.
“Don’t say anything,” he grumbled quietly.
“I wasn’t going to.”
You wrapped a towel gently around his shoulders and began drying his hair while he sat on the closed toilet lid looking thoroughly annoyed by the entire situation. Still, he leaned subtly into your touch whenever your fingers brushed through his hair.
Once he was dry, you helped him into loose sleep clothes before guiding him toward the bedroom. The fight had completely left him by then, exhaustion dragged at every movement.
You sat him carefully on the edge of the bed and retrieved fresh bandages from the bathroom.
Katsuki immediately frowned.
“Don’t start. I will be wrapping your hand and you will sit there quietly without complaining.”
You sat beside him and carefully began rewrapping his arm. Your fingers moved slowly, securing each layer snugly but gently. Katsuki watched you in silence this time, too tired to argue anymore.
The room felt soft and quiet around you.
“You know, my bandaging skills have improved significantly since I started dating you.”
“Mmmm I’m sure they have,” he mumbles
You smiled faintly and secured the sling again.
“There. All done.”
He flexed his fingers experimentally before relaxing.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Now let’s get you to bed.”
You ushered him fully into bed and covered him up. After changing your own clothes, you climbed into bed beside him, turning the lights low.
You break the silence, “Get closer to me Katsuki.”
Katsuki was stiff at first, staring toward the ceiling. Then slowly, almost hesitantly, he shifted closer to lay on top of you. When you pulled him tighter against you, you felt one careful arm wrapped around your waist.
Your fingers slid softly through his hair.
“You okay?” you whispered.
“Tired.”
“Mhm.”
You simply held him, stroking his hair while his breathing gradually slowed beneath your touch.
Then, very quietly, Katsuki muttered against your shoulder:
“Feels shitty not being able to do anything.”
You pressed a soft kiss against his forehead.
“I know.”
He was silent again for a moment before speaking more quietly.
“…I just want to be able to do more.”
You brushed your thumb gently along his temple.
“Katsuki,” you whispered, “it’s okay to take a break.”
His grip tightened slightly around your waist and his breathing slowed further. For the first time since he’d come home, the tension finally began leaving his body completely.
“You’ll still be here when I wake up?” he muttered sleepily.
“Always.”
A faint sound escaped him. It was half hum, half exhausted sigh.
Then he tucked himself closer against you, finally allowing himself to relax completely in your arms. You continued to run your hand through his hair and down to his shoulders and back.
It didn’t take long for him to fall asleep in your arms.
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