fwb!bakugou katsuki with an anxious attachment style means he gets paranoid when you go radio silent on him after the first time you guys cuddle after sex.
it had been a few seconds since bakugou had knocked on your door, but to him it felt like a lifetime. his mind spun and he couldn't tell if his thoughts stemmed from paranoia or reasonable truth. why hadn't you texted him? it wasn’t like you two had a strict routine or anything, but after everything that had happened last night—how you two had stayed together, cuddling as you fell asleep—he couldn't shake the feeling that something had changed between you two.
every other night, you've been in and out of his apartment and always leaving within ten minutes. but last night, something different finally happened. he couldn’t explain it, but it felt right to be lying there with you, sharing your warmth and hearing the steady rhythm of your breathing as you fell asleep. he could still feel the weight of you in his arms and how you fit against him so perfectly like you were meant to be there.
then when he woke up, you were gone. not a call or even a text from you. his heart squeezed painfully at the thought of it and he found himself racking his brain with the worst possible scenarios. maybe it had been too much. crossing that boundary had been the mistake. he started thinking that you probably saw the first sign of intimacy between you two as a signal that this arrangement had to end. you probably regretted it and the mere thought of that terrified him.
so here he was, standing at your door, hands tense by his sides while hoping he wasn’t about to hear something he wasn’t ready to face.
when you finally opened the door, your eyes were slightly puffy and your hair was pulled up in a messy bun. the faint glow of a desk lamp illuminated your room behind you, casting a dull shadow over your tired face. his eyes moved to the scattered textbooks on your desk and the open laptop displaying your remaining assignments.
“bakugou?” you blinked in confusion, “what are you doing here?”
“i—uh…” bakugou started, caught off guard by the sight of you. you were wearing those loose pajamas that he secretly found adorable, “can i come in?”
you didn’t hesitate, stepping aside to let him into your room. the moment he entered, he made a beeline for your bed and sat down while you stood across from him, crossing your arms over your chest absentmindedly.
his eyes stayed on you as he tried to gather his words. “did uh, something happen?” he finally blurted, his voice rough as always, but the worry in his tone was clear, “you didn’t text me after… last night.”
you let out a soft sigh and explained, “i’ve been buried in assignments, bakugou. aizawa’s been on my ass and i just haven’t had the time to check my phone.”
he exhaled deeply, the tension in his shoulders easing as you spoke. he’d convinced himself he’d lost you, but hearing that explanation made everything feel weirdly better. “so, no… nothing’s wrong?” he hated how nervous he sounded, but he couldn’t help it. this arrangement you both have meant more to him than he was willing to admit and the thought of losing it scared the hell out of him.
you raised an eyebrow, taking a moment before saying, “we can talk about last night tomorrow if you want. for now, you could… sleep over.”
the relief that washed over him was almost overwhelming. he hadn’t realized how much the silence had been eating at him until now. you weren’t breaking things off. you were just distracted, which was probably what he should’ve assumed in the first place. but he couldn’t stop thinking that maybe—just maybe—he had crossed a line he wasn’t supposed to.
for the rest of the night, you sat at your desk, buried in your work. meanwhile, he watched you from the bed with his arm supporting his head.
you worked in comfortable silence. only the sound of your focused typing and the occasional shuffle of papers filling the space between you two. he couldn't help but appreciate the view, watching you get lost in your assignments. despite how complicated this arrangement felt sometimes, he loved the fact that he was the only one who ever got to see you like this and no one else.
bakugou’s mind had finally been quiet for the first time all day.
time passed and eventually, you closed your laptop and crawled into bed. without saying anything, you curled up under the blanket, pulling it tightly around you. bakugou hesitated for a second before sliding in behind you, his arm instinctively wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer. he buried his face into the back of your neck, inhaling the scent of your shampoo and the softness of your skin.
he felt the tension leave his body as he held you. there was still an annoying part of him that wondered what you really thought of him. if you felt the same or if you didn’t. if this was all just temporary to you. but the other part of him that refused to let go of his pride was content just being here with you even if nothing between you was official.
you shifted slightly in his arms, making him tighten his hold on you. none of this is what he had expected when he first got into this arrangement with you, but right now, it was enough having you in his arm. and maybe, he could keep pretending that it always would be.
