ᝰ.ᐟ what the fuck is Butsukari Otoko? not proofread
Maybe it was the boiling summer heat.
Or because it was the middle of city rush hour
Or maybe something was in the air that made people complete dickheads.
Whatever it was, everyone seemed to be in a hurry.
People weaved around one another without so much as an apology, businessmen barked into their phones, cyclist flew down sidewalks like they had a death wish, and somehow you always needed yo bring the one everyone expected to move.
You’d spent the last twenty minutes trying not to look like an obvious tourist, clutching your phone with Google Maps open, pretending you totally knew where you were going.
You didn’t.
Still you were determined to enjoy your first week in Tokyo—and memorize certain streets given that this is your new home.
The food was incredible, the fury beautiful and the people…
Well.
The jury was still out.
THUD
Your shoulder lurched painfully to the die.
“What the fuck—“
You stumbled a step, barely catching yourself before your shopping bag slipped from your grasp.
You whipped around, eyes searching for the person he rudely shoved you. Deadly daggers lock onto a broad back disappearing through the crowd.
Ash-blond hair sat in messy, gravity-defying spikes, impossible to miss even among the sea of dark heads surrounding him. He was tall—easily of six feet—with shoulders that stretched the fabric of his fitted black tee, every stride confident and purposeful. His posture was straight, almost military and he walked with the kind of unwavering certainty that made the crowd instinctively part around him.
Not once did he look back.
Not once did he hesitate.
As if shoulder checking a complete stranger was just another stop on his afternoon itinerary.
authors note — based off a TikTok video of a little girl getting butsukari otoko’d (???), this is also a Drabble to a fanfic or maybe series in the making
i’ve never written for hybrids before but i can imagine 😛😛
werewolf!katsuki who tries so hard to suppress his natural urges and traits. yeah he has the ears and the tail but he’ll be damned if it wags because he’s happy or excited. he’s not embarrassed of what he is he just likes to be stoic lol
werewolf!katsuki who will brave ruts alone because he doesn’t want to need another person. god forbid he has feelings and needs, yknow??
werewolf!katsuki who lets that all fly out of the window when he first meets you, a cute little bunny hybrid with the fluffiest cottontail and the floppiest ears. he’s usually good at keeping his tail and ears still but the moment he saw you he couldn’t keep them down.
werewolf!katsuki who loves to tease you by nipping the ends of your ears. he loves how you squeak when he licks at them, your cute little cottontail twitching with sensitivity.
werewolf!katsuki who can smell whenever you’re horny; his heightened sense of smell picking up the smell of your building arousal. he buries his nose in between your clothed thighs and inhales deeply, the smell causing him salivate more. his ears twitch at the sound of your embarrassed whimper.
he looks up at you from between your legs as he laves a long, warm stripe over the crotch of your bottoms. as he continues to eat you out over your bottoms, his hips begin to cant up into the edge of the mattress, his tail standing straight up.
“kats-! o-off” you pant, your own hands coming to push your top underneath your chin. his eyes dilate when they lock onto the plush flesh of your tits.
he pulls away from you with a low grumble, his hands itching to grab onto you.
“hurry up” he growls, ripping his own shirt off to lay flat on the bed, arms resting beneath his head as he watches you strip. once you’re naked, he pats his chest, urging you up toward his face.
he has a firm grip on your ass as he lowers you down onto his awaiting tongue. he feels you holding yourself up and drops a heavy hand to your bottom.
“give it to me,” he says, his voice slightly muffled beneath you. “sit.”
before you could think about how ironic that command is coming from a dog, katsuki yanks you down fully on his long tongue. instantly your back bends, taut like a bow, and your hands steady themselves behind you on his thighs.
“k-ats!” you squeal as he sucks a lip into his mouth. his gaze meets yours, his own hands trailing up to grasp your soft tits, his thumbs finding your nipples in short strokes.
“fuck- right there-” you gasp as you grind your hips down onto his tongue. he growls in satisfaction, letting you use him as he gropes you all over, one hand coming to pull on your tail.
your ears shoot straight up as your orgasm crashing over you. katsuki watches in awe as little tremors run through you as you come down from your high.
you scoot back to lay your head in the crook of katsuki’s neck, his hands coming up to run along the backs of your thighs up to globes of your cheeks.
werewolf!katsuki whose knot swells untouched because of how much he likes to eat you out.
@nekonadia Ty for the motivation to revive this one.
cw: smoking weed, smut, smut, smut, public sex?, mdni
synopsis: at first, cuddling with Katsuki had been the closest thing to a sleep aid you'd ever found. Most nights he'd fall asleep within minutes while you stared at the ceiling, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing and pretending you weren't counting the hours until sunrise.
Eight months into your relationship, he'd gotten used to it. Which was exactly why he noticed the change. A prescription later and suddenly you were sleeping through the night. No more tossing, no more restless sighs and no more finding him awake at three in the morning because you'd accidentally woken him up for the fourth time.
Now, after a few pulls, you practically melted into whatever surface was closest.
Including him.
-11:45 PM
Katsuki's arm tightened around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. Fresh from the shower, he smelled like clean body wash and warmth. You immediately scooted back closer.
"Tch," he muttered against your hair. "There it is."
"What?"
"That look."
Your brows pinched together.
"The one you get when you're high."
A laugh escaped you, quiet and lazy.
"I have a look?"
"Yeah."
His answer came immediately like he'd been studying it. Your smile widened.
"And what does it look like?"
Katsuki shrugged.
"Dunno."
"You just said I have one."
"You do."
You rolled onto your back with a dramatic sigh, earning an unimpressed look from him.
"Very helpful, Katsuki."
"I'm serious."
His hand found your thigh beneath the blanket, giving it a firm squeeze before settling there.
"Your eyes get all heavy."
You hummed.
"You get quieter."
"Hm."
"You smile at everythin'."
That one made you laugh.
"I do not."
"You absolutely do."
His lips twitched.
"You smiled at a lamp earlier."
"It was a nice lamp."
"It was a lamp."
Your laughter filled the room, softer than usual, and Katsuki found himself staring again. Usually your mind moved a mile a minute. Even when you were relaxed, there was always something happening behind your eyes.
Tonight there wasn't.
You looked comfortable.
Peaceful.
For someone who'd spent months watching you struggle to fall asleep, it was almost unsettling.
"You’re starin' again?"
His gaze snapped back to yours. The grin on your face told him you'd caught him.
"Tch."
"There he is."
"There who is?"
"The guy who's been lookin' at me weird for the last two weeks."
"I'm not lookin' at you weird."
"You are."
You pointed at him.
"Curious?"
His eyes narrowed.
You gasped.
"Oh my god."
"What?"
"You wanna know what it's like."
The accusation landed perfectly. Because you were right. Katsuki groaned as soon as your grin turned mischievous.
"Don't start."
"You do?"
"I'm just asking"
"I'm not curious."
"You are!"
"I'm not."
"Then don't try it."
The challenge left your mouth before you could stop it.
Silence.
His stare immediately flattened.
You smiled.
Slowly.
Dangerously.
"...you did that on purpose."
"Did what?"
His hand pinched your side.
You yelped, laughing as you tried to twist away.
"Okay! Okay!"
"Brat."
"But are you gonna try it?"
Katsuki looked away first then back at you.
Which was answer enough.
A few minutes later, the balcony door slid open behind you, letting warm summer air spill into the apartment. The city stretched endlessly beyond the railing, lights blinking against the dark skyline.
You held up the preroll triumphantly.
His brow lifted.
"That the stuff?"
"Mhm."
You started toward one of the chairs but a hand closed around your wrist. Before you could question it, Katsuki dropped into the patio couch behind you and tugged.
"Katsuki!"
A second later you landed squarely in his lap. His arm immediately settled around your waist.
"Sit."
"I'm literally already sitting."
"Good."
You laughed.
The deep rumble of his chuckle vibrated against your back as he rested his chin on your shoulder.
Comfortable.
Like this was the most natural thing in the world.
Eight months together meant you were long past the stage of pretending not to want each other's attention.
You leaned back into him automatically.
His arms tightened.
Satisfied.
You lit your preroll for him.
"First pull down to your chest, hold it, let it out and repeat two more times. You're gonna cough a lot so just go slow."
His first wasn't too bad.
The second almost killed him.
"What—the fuck—"
A coughing fit cut him off.
You laughed so hard you nearly dropped the lighter.
"I did say you were gonna cough."
Another cough.
You handed him a water bottle -definitely helped. He took his last pull, teary eyed with a hoarse throat as he exhaled.
For several minutes neither of you spoke.
You just sat there watching the city and eventually you felt him shift behind you then go completely still.
A smile threatened the corner of your mouth.
You didn't say anything.
Neither did he.
You could practically hear him hoping you hadn't noticed.
Unfortunately for him you absolutely had.
The silence stretched.
Long enough to become suspicious.
Long enough to become funny.
Long enough that your shoulders began to shake.
Behind you he groaned.
"You noticed?"
You finally laughed. "Maybe."
“S-sorry” he mumbles into your back
“Don’t ever apologize for that” you wiggle until he was pressed flushed between your silk covered booty cheeks.
“being horny a side effect?” he whispered.
“yeah” you smirk softly to yourself.
You slowly roll your hips forward on him. Your silk nightgown making the motion smoother —just the perfect amount of friction that causes him to moan softly. One of his hands waste no time moving up your thigh while the other moves from your side up to your breast.
He breaths into your neck while clenching his teeth.
His fingers curl into the soft skin of breast, squeezing as he tries to bite back an immediate reaction to your moan. His other hand draws random shapes up your thigh and to your pussy.
Your head settles back against his shoulder as you open your legs for him without a word. His eyes drift downward, taking in the slow, gentle rhythm of your hips rocking against him, completely mesmerized by the sight.
His eyes drift shut, his chin resting against your shoulder as he quietly savors your words. The slow grind of your body against him has his breathing growing heavier, each small movement pulling him further under.
"Mmm..."
He gives your hip a gentle tap.
You shift forward just enough for him to tug his shorts and boxers down. Once they're out of the way, you settle back onto his lap, straddling him with your back still pressed to his chest, your legs draped over his.
His hands find the silky fabric of your nightgown, fingers curling into the material before slowly gathering it in his fists. As the hem slips higher, his gaze follows.
Then he stills.
His eyes linger, drinking in the sight before him.
A slow, disbelieving smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he exhales through his nose, completely captivated.
You're not wearing any panties. Your intention was going to sleep remember?
"God..."
The word leaves him in little more than a whisper, equal parts awe and admiration, as though he isn't entirely sure what he did to deserve the view in front of him.
His chest rises and falls in uneven breaths, each one matching the slow rhythm of your hand palming his cock. He presses a lingering kiss to the back of your shoulder, his lips barely leaving your skin before finding another spot to linger on.
"Fuck, baby... m'so horny," he rasps. His voice is rough, strained.
He slides his hands beneath your thighs and lifts you with effortless ease. You know exactly what he wants before he says another word, instinctively moving with him.
The moment he begins guiding you down on his cock, your breath hitches at how much its stretching your eager little cunt. His forehead drops against your shoulder, eyes squeezing shut as he tries to steady himself.
He buries another kiss against your neck, lingering there as if the warmth of your skin might distract him from way your pussy grips him and everything else he's feeling.
It doesn't.
A shaky breath leaves him instead.
His arms instinctively tighten around you, holding you close, keeping you tucked securely against his chest. For a long moment, neither of you says anything. You're both too consumed by the overwhelming closeness, discovering together how every sensation seems heightened.
Neither of you had expected it.
The high made everything feel slower.
Warmer.
More intense.
Every sound you made reached him before it had the chance to disappear into the night.
Each shaky breath.
Every quiet gasp.
Every little moan that slipped past your lips seemed to vibrate straight through his chest with how closely he held you.
You should've felt exposed.
Embarrassed, even.
Instead, you found yourself melting further into him, completely undone by the way he watched you.
As wrecked as you looked...
...he looked no better.
His lips stayed slightly parted, each breath leaving him in quiet pants against your neck. His eyes wandered endlessly over your face, never settling in one place for long.
Your eyes.
Your lips.
The way you kept catching your bottom lip between your teeth. The way your expression unraveled every time another wave washed over you.
He watched it all with quiet disbelief, like he couldn't decide whether to memorize you or lose himself in the moment.
The instant another breathless moan escaped your mouth, he couldn't take it anymore. He captured your lips again.
The kiss was clumsy.
Desperate.
Slow in all the right ways.
The sudden warmth of his mouth against yours pulled an even louder sound from your throat.
Your body answered before your mind could.
You tightened around him.
A sharp hiss escaped between his teeth as his forehead bumped lightly against yours, his eyes squeezing shut for a heartbeat before opening to find yours again.
One of his hands leaves your hip to cradle your face. His fingers gently squeeze your cheeks, coaxing you to look back at him over your shoulder.
The sight nearly undoes him.
His eyes are heavy beneath half-lowered lids, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he watches every expression that flickers across your face. Every little reaction. Every shaky breath. Completely mesmerized by the way you're melting in his arms.
"Fuck, baby, I— god damn this pussy's s'good."
The words fall from him in a breathless rush before he crashes his lips into yours. The kiss is messy, desperate, all tongues and broken moans, like he can't get close enough no matter how tightly he's holding you.
Neither of you had expected it to feel like this.
Everything is amplified.
Every touch lingers.
Every movement seems to echo through both of you, slow enough to savor yet somehow overwhelming all at once.
You gasp into the kiss, your fingers searching for something to hold onto before reaching back and tangling in his hair.
"Ahh— Sukiii..."
Your tug earns a deep grunt against your lips, his forehead dropping briefly against the side of your head as he exhales through clenched teeth.
"BABY... this cock, oh my God!"
A crooked smile flashes across his face despite the strain written all over it.
"Yeah? What about it, princess?" his voice is rough, teasing despite how wrecked he sounds, his hands steady on your hips as he keeps you tucked securely against him.
"so big... s'good."
Your words dissolve into another breathless sound as your head tips back against his shoulder.
"That's it," he grunts, unable to hide the grin creeping into his voice. "You love it."
"Fuck! I love it!"
Your slick coats him completely, gathering at the base before slipping between his thighs. His hand drifts lower, his fingertips finding your clit. The first touch steals the breath from your lungs, your body tightening around him on instinct. Every slow circle draws another involuntary clench, your thighs trembling as you melt further into his embrace.
"Oh, fuck… you're like a vice."
The sound of your breathing fills the quiet night, broken only by his strained groans against your ear. Every motion seems to pull another reaction from you, your body answering his without thought.
You come apart in his arms with a broken cry, clenching around him so tightly it tears a deep groan from his chest. His hand instinctively cradles your neck while the other never leaves you, determined to carry you through every wave. He buries his face against your shoulder as he follows moments later.
"fuck... Fuck... FUCK!"
The words leave him in ragged gasps, each one more breath than voice. His chest rises sharply against your back as he clings to you, arms wrapped tightly around your waist as though letting go isn't even an option yet.
For several long seconds, neither of you moves.
You're both too busy catching your breath, hearts pounding in perfect sync beneath the glow of the city skyline.
Only when his breathing finally begins to steady does he press one last kiss against your shoulder.
"Stand —up," he pants.
You glance back at him.
His eyes meet yours, still dazed, a crooked smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
singledad! bakugou but his firstborn is so different from how he was as a kid, shy and quiet. his heart squeezing and aching when his boy runs up to him asking why the older kids in the park won't play with him. watching him walk out of his first day of school with a sad pout on his face as his teacher brings him out. "it's hard for some kids to adapt in the first few weeks," she says sympathetically, and bakugou tries to believe her, but it's hard when his baby is looking at him with angel tears in his eyes and telling him, "i don't think the other kids like me, daddy."
he tries his best to help his baby, teaching him soccer, organizing play dates where he shows up in his dynamite costume to impress the other (shithead) kids. he tells him how great he is every night, his sweet baby, how it's okay that he takes his time to warm up to people and he'd find the right person soon. he tries to swallow the lump in his throat when his son would come home crying, saying none of the kids would build legos with him, how he finds it hard to join the friend groups in his class. by the end of the third week, bakugou was already looking at other schools in other towns. maybe they'd have better luck there? homeschooling would surely make things worse. maybe a montessori?
he sighs, pulling up to the school expecting another soul-crushing story. him being surprised when he sees his baby running up to him smiling, his chubby hands making grabby hands for bakugou to grab him. "had a good day, baby?" he lets out an excited nod, mentioning how he's made his own group of friends now. "i have three now," he mentions excitedly, and bakugou feels his heart swell.
"We're doing more group activities so the kids can get to know each other better." bakugou snaps his gaze to you, this isn't the same teacher who's been bringing his kid out for the past two weeks. "Some of the teachers are being switched up," you tell him knowingly. "I'm handling his class now, I'm sure the school has sent out the email." shit, he's usually on top of these things, but he's been so focused on looking for new schools he must've missed this one. "been busy," he decides to say shortly. "thanks for helping him," he adds. "No worries!" you say brightly. "he's a good kid, he's just shy." bakugou looks unimpressed, yeah, he is, and so what? doesn't mean it's an excuse for the teachers to just let him be. "thanks again," he says shortly, accompanied by a "bye, miss!" from his baby.
the whole ride home was filled with stories about his day. "we built legos of uncle shoto." "ryo shared his brownie with me." "yushi wants me to watch the new toy story with him." bakugou listens attentively, feeling lighter than he has in weeks.
he opens up his laptop once he's put him to sleep, scrolling through his emails until he finds one from the school explaining the restructuring of teachers. he puts your name in the search bar, curiosity getting the best of him, finding your instagram and seeing your posts. it's mostly just pictures of you and your friends, cheeks pressed together, a grin on both your faces. he scrolls down a few more times before landing on a post of you at a beach, blue bikini on, doing some yoga pose by the shore. he stares at it long enough, seeing the curve of your ass fitting perfectly against your bottoms. he bites his lip, clicking his phone off. he is absolutely not going to ruin this for his kid, he's struggled hard enough, and so what if you're helping him? it's your job. he slams his laptop shut, his baby is okay—or starting to be—and that's all that matters to him.
꩜⋆. ─ summary ; you’ve had a crush on katsuki bakugo since your first year at u.a.
꩜⋆. ─ tags ; multi-part - third year au - slow-burn - eventual romance - ongoing - eventual timeskip - custom arcs - use of y/n - second person pov - ship mentions -
꩜⋆. ─ w/c ; 1.2 k
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Class 3-A was wrapping up their combat exercises for the day. You were completely drenched in sweat from the nonstop drills, but you were satisfied with the progress you had made this afternoon. However, exhaustion was the last thing on your mind right now.
Katsuki Bakugo stood across the field, sporting his usual rugged and fiercely concentrated expression. You always loved the way his skin steamed from the overuse of his Quirk. Sweat clung to the sharp line of his muscles, a sight that made you vividly recall the countless times you’d let your eyes shamelessly graze over him before. The scars spanning his body from the war flushed a deep pink as blood rushed through his veins from his strenuous movement.
Subconciously, you bit your bottom lip. God, he was so infuriatingly attractive. For a long moment, you couldn’t pull your eyes away.
“Geez, could ya stare any harder?” Mina’s voice was a sing-song purr right next to your ear.
You flinched away, your face instantly burning with embarrassment.
Damn it, caught red-handed.
Clearing your throat, you force yourself to turn away from her. “Mind your own business…”
“Oh girl this is my business.” Mina was one of the very few people in class who knew about your unyielding, borderline painful crush on the loud, abrasive blonde. For countless days and nights, she listened to you rave about the subtle glances or grunts of acknoledgment that made your heart pond day in and day out. What killed her was that you didn’t do anything about it.
The pink skinned girl snorted just as Kyoka walked into our line of sight, twisting her elongated earlobe. “We’re not getting any younger, ya know,” Kyoka murmured. “You planning on telling him at all before graduation?”
You shook your head, staring down at your dirt-stained boots. “It’s not that simple.”
“What’s not?” Uraraka poked her head into the conversation, eyes wide with curiously.
You let out a soft groan.
“Trouble in paradise,” Mina supplied vaguely. You shot her a sharp glare, to which she quickly held her hands up in mock surrender. The girls shared a quiet giggle, but the conversation was cut short as Aizawa-sensei called everyone in. With training officially over, the class went to the locker rooms to change before heading to the dorms.
The second you stepped into the heights alliance dorm building that evening, the familiar chaos of Class 3-A swallowed you whole. Most of your classmates were already gathered in the common area, or shuffling around in the kitchen.
“You idiot!” You perked your head up at the voice.
“How d’you not know how to cut an onion?!” Bakugo erupted from the kitchen island, spewing insults directly into Kaminari’s panicked face.
“I’m doing my best, man! They make my eyes water!”
Pressing your lips together to hide a smile, you walked over to the duo. “What are we making?” you asked softly. Bakugo didn’t look up.
“It’s katsudon night!” Kirishima answered for him from the counter a few feet away.
You nodded, shifting your weight. “Can I help?”
“Cut the carrots.” Bakugo barked.
“Okay!” you answered, the words tumbling out almost too quickly. Catching his irritated expression, you pulled your shoulders forward.
That was actually embarrassing never do that again, you chided yourself.
Your hands moved swiftly, cutting the vegetables into even slices. He had taught you how to properly cut them once before. Your mind wandered back to the training camp during your first year—the way his calloused, warm hands had briefly moved over yours to correct your grip. It was the closest he’d ever been to you. The first time you had ever touched without it being a quick punch or a block during combat training.
“How much more you got?”
The voice snapped you out of your reminiscing. You flinched, suddenly aware of his chest hovering just behind your shoulder as he leaned in to inspect your work. “Uh—uh…almost done,” you managed to get out.
Bakugo clicked his tongue, satisfied enough not to yell, and moved away to go scold Kaminari for something instead.
When dinner was finally ready, you helped Bakugo plate the food, only because he claimed you were “less clumsy” than Kaminari and Kirishima combined. This was the only time you and he were really alone, but your tongue bit back the temptation to say anything. Your eyes trailed up his arms. Those strong, toned forearms that he constantly overworked.
Now you just felt like a weirdo.
“Plates,” he said, holding out a hand without looking at you. You blinked, realizing you’d been staring again. You hurriedly reached into the upper cabinet. “Right, sorry. Here.” You mumbled, passing the heavy ceramic dishes over.
You took a seat a few spots down from Bakugo, trying your absolute best to just focus on your food. You stole occasional glances towards his direction, but all the while keeping your ears open to the familiar chatter of your classmates. It was so exhausting dealing with these stupid feelings. You had assumed by your third year that this silly crush would have just fizzled away into thin air, but every single time Katsuki Bakugo looked in your direction, you felt like you were back at square one. As dinner wound down, the heavy silence of your own thoughts broke at Kaminari’s words.
“Man, Bakugo, your cooking is seriously top-tier. Honestly whoever ends up marrying you is going to luck out. You’re like…ultimate husband material, minus the anger issues.” He sits in his chair casually, hanging his arm over the back of Kyoka’s chair with a smug expression on his face.
A few laughed, and Mina immediately leaned forward, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Oh, totally! Have you ever even thought about what your love life in the future might look like?”
You froze, your chopsticks pausing halfway to your mouth.
Bakugo let out a harsh, mocking scoff. “Don’t say disgusting shit while im trying to digest,” he snapped, his crimson eyes narrowing as he glare across the table. “I don’t have time for that sentimental garbage.”
“Ouch, brutal.” Kirishima chuckled nervously. “You’re not even a little bit curious?”
“No.” Was all the blonde responded with before everyone went back to digging in their plates.
You swallow the lump in your throat as you process the words that came out of his mouth. Mina gives you a look, but makes sure to pull her eyes away so nobody notices the exchange.
When you went to your room, you threw yourself on your bed and shuffled to flip so you were laying on your back. Your hands rested on your abdomen while you stared up at your ceiling, eyebrows knit tightly as you recalled Bakugo’s words.
He didn’t really mean what he had said, right?
You wanted to believe it was just his usual bravado, but he had always put his goals and dreams above anything else. Above himself. It made sense that he’d scoff at the idea of future romances when his focus was entirely on success in the hero industry.
That was Katsuki Bakugo for you.
from yuuyuu ✦ ─ can you guys tell i love bakugo or nah
Currently getting my nails done and I can’t stop think about how much Katsuki fucking haaates going with you to get your nails done. But also… he wants to come with. He always wants to come with.
He’s bored out of his mind immediately. Looking around the overly glam decor, shiny marble tile floors, sparkly wallpaper, gaudy chandeliers. There’s some old white lady cooking with what seems like exclusively butter on all the tv screens. It’s… not his element and he hates it. But he loves you and he wants to spend time with you. So he shall endure. (Dramatic ass)
He always does. What a trooper.
He follows you to the seat you’re given at a couple of little tables, grunting a thanks at the old lady who tells him he can sit in the rolly chair next to you. It’s… oddly very comfortable. He crosses his arms, his usual scowl creasing his brows as he watches you pick out a color. It takes you way too long like it always does. (You secretly just like when he gets annoyed and picks the color for you.)
“I like the pink.” *he says. It’s literally a book of pinks. You look up at him in bewilderment and his big, thick finger pokes at the bunny nose pink he’d had his eye on.
The aunties all LOVE when he comes in with you, too. They flirt and fawn over him, bringing him drinks, giving him a hand massage while he waits for you. “Such a good man!” “Coming to the salon with your girlfriend! So sweet!” “A keeper!”
He sips at his free fruity little frozen drink and watches your pretty little hands be pampered and painted with the color he’s picked just for you.
He sure seems to be enjoying this for someone who hates coming to the nail salon with you.
Youre sitting on a stool at the island counter in your kitchen while katsuki is across from you on his phone.
"oh yeah so I saw this guy in front of Walmart today and he said he was selling game stop stocks, isn't that crazy?"
And he's already looking up with a concerned face.
"he was asking people for money so I gave him your cash!" You say too cheerfully.
He leans back with a smile, "you're fucking with me".
And upon seeing your content face of indifference his face drops.
"babe are you serious?" "Yeah to invest ! You always say we should invest more."
At this point he's heartbroken not about the money but the fact that some asshat scammed his vulnerable girlfriend. If only he was there.
"you actually gave him money? Did you give him any information?"
"yeah why?"
He bites his lip to restrain himself as he turns around and holds the back of his head, groaning
He turns back to you after he's composed himself. "Y/n you got scammed"
"what?? No he had a sign!"
"he had a sign???" He's going insane by how naive you are . He shakes his head as he goes to put his slippers on. "C'mon we gotta go find him, see 'f he's still there."
"what?? Katsuki I don't know if he'll be there though!"
"Oh I'll find him." And as he's dead set on finding said asshat, you reach for his hand with a sheepish look, like you're scared he's mad at you.
His face softens and he brings you near to kiss your head, "you didn't know. Bastards just manipulating people. But y'know.. from now on don't give our money or info to random shitheads."
You look down embarassed, "okay.." you say meekly, secretly smiling. And when you walk out the door you tell him you were kidding.
You and Bakugo were on the phone. Well, you were apparently asleep, but he didn’t hang up. He thought he would just let out his feelings, even if you weren’t awake.
Usually, Bakugo doesn’t have problems falling asleep. He goes to bed early and easily, and wakes up early (but not so easily.) Tonight however, is different. He can’t fall asleep because you’re on his mind. You’re the only thing he can think about. That’s also why he didn’t hang up.
You two haven’t dated for long. But he couldn’t deny that he loved you so very much.
“I always treated you how I treated everyone else, just more… aggressive than I usually was,” he said very quietly, scared that you might be awake. But at the same time, maybe he wanted you to hear this. “It felt like I hated you. But then I realized it wasn’t hate, it was love.”
