♡ K. Bakugo
He is one thousand percent the type of guy to just collapse when he gets home. Whether thats on you or on the couch he doesn't mind either. He can and will become a deadweight instantly.
You can be home, lounging on the sofa with you legs up. Only sitting upright slightly when you hear him open the door. "Hey, how was work?" you greeted, moving to grab the remote to pause the show you were mindless watching.
He grumbled a noise of frustration, setting down his keys and whatnot before dragging his feet into the living room. "People are so fuckin' stupid," was all he said before dropping all his weight onto you.
Air squeeze from your lungs as you accommodated the new weight. His head falling on your chest instinctive burying his face in you. His arms wrapping around your waist, pinning himself against you and you against the couch. Shimmying his body between your legs so the two of you are fully connected.
A small hum leaving his lips as you run one hand over his back, squeezing lighting in a half ass attempt at a massage. The other hand curling into his hair and scratching at his scalp.
He just melted further into your embrace, letting a sigh that seemed to carry every frustration and every held word he had for the day. A signal to you that you would be here a while. So you did what anyone else would do, accepted it and pressed play on the remote.
