⋆˚꩜｡ | aiding your bruised boyfriend !
boxer!bakugo x gn!reader
a/n : is this corny pls lmk
after a rough match, your boyfriend boxer!bakugo needs aiding to his injuries. every time his trainer drops him off at the gym’s designated nurse, he walks right out and straight to your room. he claims that he doesn’t want anyone’s grimy hands touching him and that you were the only person that knew how to patch him up right. each time, you complained about the inconvenience, saying there’s some woman that’s literally getting paid to fix his injuries. nonetheless, you get in between his legs and listen to all the orders he barks at you.
on this particular night, it was starting to grow dark outside. bakugo had been at his gym all day. no text, no call, no pictures, nothing from him. you tried your hardest to keep awake to great him, but once the clock read 2 am, you were fast asleep in your shared bed.
an hour later, the front door swung open. a bloody, bruised ash blonde stood in the doorway, his chest heaving. the house was unusually quiet. nothing was being cooked, the tv wasn’t playing, and the vacuum wasn’t roaring. the lights were off, the light from the full moon illuminating the empty rooms. he threw his keys into the bowl resting on the table in the foyer. he let out a sigh, releasing all the tension that he held within his core. he roamed around; the wood creaked under his feet as he walked. he peaked into the bedroom holding his resting girlfriend. he stood there for a silent moment as he watched your relaxed body curl into the mattress.
he flicked on the light switch, knowing he’ll regret waking you out of your beauty sleep in the morning. he stepped closer towards the bed, yanking the duvet off your bottom half, watching you toss in annoyance.
“morning beautiful,” he called, letting the sheet go. he then strolled into the bathroom. he hissed, the cold feeling of the marble tile coursing through his feet. “you patching me up?”
you groaned, stretching your body across the soft bed beneath you. your eyes squinted in attempt to adjust to the sudden light. “katsuki, you can’t be serious.” your voice was laced with tiredness.
he chucked, grabbing the first aid kit from the cabinet. “c’mon, baby. i’m injured. i need aiding.”
“no, you don’t,” you scoffed with your head stuffed into a pillow. “you just want me to touch you.”
“stop bitching and hurry up. i’m tired.” he demanded, not leaving any room for a debate. you let out a huff and rolled right off the bed. before heading over to your whiny boyfriend, you stretched, sliding on your house shoes and then shuffling over to join bakugo in the bathroom. he was already sat against the sink, only in his boxers with cuts and purple bruises littered across his chest. you let out sigh and open his legs wide enough to wedge yourself in between.
“what took you so long anyway?” you grumbled, wiping the sleep out of your eyes as you began pouring rubbing alcohol onto a cotton ball.
bakugo’s hands found their rightful place on your hip, keeping you firm in his thighs. “trainer was on some bullshit. said my form was all off and made me do the same fucking exercises over and over again. mind you, he can’t even through a proper punch,”
your boyfriend continued to complain about his day. his crimson eyes never left your face, following every move you made like he was studying you carefully. even though you were tending to his open wounds, you still engaged with his rambles, letting out soft hums and humorous smiles when needed.
bakugo’s rant finally came to an end. his torso was completely clean and the scratches were now covered with bandaids. you stood up straight, face to face with japan’s #1 boxer. there was a small, black bruise on his cheek along with a small patch of blood around his lip. before you reached for a wipe, he tightened his grip on you, preventing you from moving. you turned towards him with your eyebrows raised.
he just stared at you, expression unreadable. “y’know you’re the reason why i still wake up each day and actually try my hardest to get through it. it’s so i can come home to you,” his voice was unusually frail. maybe it was the raw feeling in the atmosphere, maybe it was the time of night, or maybe it was the comfortability your natural face brings him. something in his environment stripped his rock solid layers away and let his vulnerable side slip out.
“stop acting weird,” you attempted to deflect the weight of his words. you eyed him down with a growing smile on your face. you tried reaching for a wipe this time but he stopped you once more.
“‘m serious. i’m not good with words and shit, but i mean it. i do everything for you.”
you cautiously brought your soft hands up to his face to bring him closer to yours. you planted a slow, sweet kiss onto his scarred mouth, making the sensation of your kisses linger. you moved your head back a little, his cheeks still in your hands. you flashed a smile, quietly speaking onto his skin:
“i’ve made japan’s greatest boxer go soft.”
