it is a rare day for your pro-hero boyfriend, bakugo to come home early, perhaps it was compensation for the emergency 3am call that called him to work. work here as in a 10 hour battle-rescue-cleaning mission. you don’t know much about it, only hearing it on the television you put on as background noises. you did give him a quick text wishing him to stay safe, which he replied back fairly quickly—‘is he not currenly fighting?’—with a ‘duh’ and a few minutes later a ‘be back home soon.’
coming home at 4pm instead of the usual 8pm, all dirty and battered from the mission, he was greeted by the sight of you working on a project by the dining table. greeting you with a small kiss on the top of your head, he asked wether you have eaten and you response with a sheepish smile, to which he response back with a frown, to which you defend yourself before his fury of love attacks you with a ‘nooo! i ate! i finished up yesterdays leftovers a few hours ago!’. satisfied at the knowledge that your stomach doesnt eat itself for the day, he gives you another big smooch on your head before dropping his arms to his side much too ready to rid of the gunk and stench from him.
though before he could even get two steps away, your hand hold onto his wrists, dropping the hard hitting, most controversial question someone could ask a man: “baby, can you please make me a cup of coffee?”
he grumbles under his breath that makes you let out a soft giggle out of your lips. giving you yet another kiss(!), he walks off to the kitchen and you can hear the clinks and clanks and crash and boom and bam of someone making coffee with the coffee maker. he quickly returns back to your spot at the dining table with his favourite cup in hand, placing it beside your laptop, “your only cup for the day, you hear?”
looking up at your boyfriend to your left, you give him a quick smile and land your lips closest to whatever limb is near you—his stretched out arms—you went ‘mumumuah mmmuah thank you mmmmmmmmuah best mmmuah boyfriend mmmmuah ever mumumuahh.’ like an ice under scorching weather, he turns into a puddle; soft look in his eyes, face and ears slowly turning blush red, mind occupied by you, you, and only you.
doing the only thing he knows how to stop feeling shy towards his girlfriend of four years. he fights back. he’s quick to fight back infact, he puts your head on a soft chokehold, the softest one a person can make and although he is not known exactly to be a soft and calm person but you barely felt a thing aside from his skin around ur face. he could never intentionally hurt you.
after another smooch(!), he lets go of you and run quick to the direction of the stairs. halfway up, he stops and turns back to you, “you better be done with that before dinner!” he exclaimed.
he glares at you, “it’s over for you, be prepared.”
he’s just a shy loverboy honestly, what’s the worst can he do? aggresively help you do your work?
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