Katsuki Bakugou wasn’t raised to be loving. Masaru tried his best to be a doting father and teach love. But,,, Mitsuki is stuck in her ways.
But you. You showed up, seemingly out of no where and loved him. You loved Bakugou Katsuki and weren’t afraid to scream it to the world.
The idea of being vulnerable with another person in a romantic way? Bakugou has fought against criminals, against the LOV, not much scared him.
But here you were with your pretty smile, the most gorgeous laugh, an amazing personality. I mean you were you and you are pretty amazing.
It took awhile before bakugou would eventually soften up. Let himself open up and be vulnerable with you. Eventually he let you see things that no one else did.
His fear of being kidnapped. His fear of losing. His fear of being nothing.
Now of course, you could only fix him to an extend. Encourage him to be better, to be vulnerable, to love more things in life.
Bakugou smiled as he watched you walk around a farmers market. A wicker basket in hand, a bright pink sundress hugging your frame with a pretty hat to protect you from the sun. You and Bakugou were meeting up at the farmers market. He hadn’t arrived yet, or so you thought.
He took a moment to admire how beautiful you were, the way your eyes lit up as you looked at some cute handmade decorations at one of the booths. He took a picture. Katsuki wasn’t normally one to stop and take pictures, but you were living breathing art. He had too.
Eventually, you felt arms around your waist and a husky voice in your ear. “Hello sweet girl.” He hummed. You smiled wide and spun in his arms to hug him tight. “Suki!” You giggled as you were picked up just so your feet were off the ground.
He couldn’t help himself, he spun you around, letting out a small laugh as you squealed and put a hand on top of your sunhat to keep it from blowing away as a gust of wind seemingly had perfect timing.
“Suki!” You laughed as he put you down, this drew a bit of attention, most people recognizing the pro hero but chose not to do anything. He was with his loved one. And a lot of people were still scared of him.
That day was one of the best Bakugou had. He loved the way you’d giggle at anything, loved the way you’d hold his hand tightly. Loved the way that if you were going through a crowd, you’d let him hold your waist and guide you through it.
While being sat at his house, a glass of wine in your hand, some comfy clothes replaced your sundress and a blanket was thrown over the two of you. Thighs brushed against one another, his arm around your shoulders. A random show on tv.
“I love you Y/n.” He didn’t dare look at you for the fear of rejection. What if he mistook all the moments you two had shared? What if he wasn’t good enough? Wasn’t vulnerable enough?
You giggle and gently grab his jaw to make him look at you.
“I love you too Katsuki Bakugou.” You pull his face closer to yours by the grip you have on the lower half of his face. You kiss gently.
Lips curled into smiles, heartbeats pounded against rip cages, palms sweated nitroglycerin.
Nervous. You made him nervous. But honestly? He wouldn’t have it any other way.
Bakugou Katsuki wasn’t raised with a lot of love in the household. He had to be taught what love meant. Feel what love meant. Understand what love meant.
And from what he learned, felt and understood.
He knew that he loved you.
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