in the same space (smut)
off-menu (smut)
practice makes perfect ! (smut)
“bring it on hero” (smut)
charged to the touch (smut) pt.2 (smut)
an eater (smut)
8pm and you (smut)
princess (smut)
fight me, love me (angst, smut)
“let me hear you” (smut)
“speakin’ my language..?” (smut) pt.2 (smut)
“you’re not supposed to get up, kats!” (smut)
good boy!~ (smut)
“don’t hang up.” (smut)
monsterfuckin’ kats (smut)
breading with bakugo, no pun intended (smut)
out on a limb!~ (smut)
office katsuki (smut)
“i bite things i like.” (suggestive)
the concept(suggestive)
corgasm !? (smut)
virgin kats (smut) pt.2 (suggestive, smut)
showerheaddd (smut)
everybody here wants you…(smut)
arts n crafts (smut)
drunk in luv!~ (smut)
seven minutes in heaven! (smut)
sleepyheads (smut)
rut (smut)
caught red handeddd (smut)
grinderrr (smut)
dragon drabble (smut)
glasses (smut) pt.2 (smut)
lightweight (smut)
your highness (smut)
whipped cream (smut)
meow (smut) pt.2 (suggestive) pt.3 (suggestive)
honeymoon (smut)
accidental submission (smut)
safeword (smut, comfort)
happy trail (suggestive)
pick up the phone (smau) (suggestive)
hopelessly yours (fluff, smut)
valentines day (smut) pt.2 (smut)
beefy!bakugo (suggestive, smut)
food review (suggestive)
distraction (smut)
catch print w/ katsuki (suggestive)
headboard (smut)
birthday boy (smut)
skin to skin (fluff, smut)
press my buttons, baby (smut)
katsuki isn’t surprised to find you in his apartment when he finally gets home, three hours later than you’d usually expect him. he barely greets you with a grunt when you smile at him from his couch.
he toes his shoes off by the door, throwing them in some corner to worry about tomorrow.
he hasn’t even done any actual hero work today. nothing physical at least. just page after page of boring, useless paperwork that somehow leaves him more tired than he’d be after fighting off a villain for hours.
as exhausted as he is, he wouldn’t dream of touching anything in his apartment until he’s showered. thirty minutes later he emerges from the bathroom, a cloud of steam escaping after him. he changes quickly before collapsing onto the couch and letting his head fall into your lap. he lets out a soft sigh as your hands find his still-damp hair.
“i won’t ask you about work,” you chuckle, already sensing that it’s nothing he wants to talk about.
“please don’t,” he mutters.
he stays like that for a while. just letting you scratch through his scalp with his eyes closed and his breathing growing more and more even.
“aren’t you gonna eat?” you whisper, looking down at him even though he can’t see you.
you made dinner for yourself a while ago and of course you’d saved a tupperware for katsuki in the microwave. for whenever he dragged himself home.
“had dinner at the agency. they had catering in the lounge to say ‘thank you’ or whatever.”
you hum in response, making a mental note to move those leftovers into the fridge.
“you know mina and some of the girls are going to that new bar downtown tonight. do you wanna get out there too, maybe relieve some stress?” you suggest.
only then does katuski crack one eye open and lift his head slightly to look you in the eyes.
“you’re kidding right now, aren’t you?”
the way he glares at you has you breaking into giggles. he can hardly keep his eyes open, much less entertain your antics. even on his good days you know you couldn’t pay your boyfriend a million dollars to go out to some noisy, crowded bar. this is his ideal friday night, and if it were up to him he’d stay this way all weekend.
“you think you’re so funny,” he grumbles as he settles back into your lap. “all i wanna do right now is lay here while you watch whatever shitty movie you’ve got on, what is this anyway?”
“it’s not shitty, ‘suki. it’s a classic—gnomeo and juliet.”
everyone knows pro hero dynamight is terrifying. but... nobody knows he’s secretly a clingy menace after a few drinks.
notes: bakugo x reader. fluff. slightly suggestive & ooc. enjoy! :)
katsuki arrived at your shared home after an exhausting day at the agency.
apparently, a lot had happened today; villains causing trouble in different parts of the city as usual, emergency dispatches one after another, and a mountain of paperwork waiting for them afterward. by the time everything had finally settled down, he was running purely on muscle memory.
it was already eleven at night, which was unusual for him. but from what you’d heard, he and shoto had been dragged by kirishima, kaminari, and sero to a small get-together afterward. probably their way of forcing themselves to relax after spending the entire day fighting and putting out fires. katsuki had tried refusing, of course. you knew him well enough to know that much. but judging by the fact that he was only getting home now, his friends clearly hadn’t taken no for an answer.
“how was your day?” you asked as soon as you opened the door for him.
he looked exhausted standing there. his shoulders seemed heavier than usual, his tie slightly loosened, and there was a tiredness in his eyes that immediately tugged at your heart.
you took his bag from his shoulder and placed it on the couch before turning your attention back to him.
however, instead of answering your question, katsuki simply stared at you for a moment with an unreadable expression.
then, without warning, he stepped forward and dropped his forehead against your shoulder.
the moment he leaned into you, you caught the faint scent of alcohol lingering on his breath.
“typical,” he muttered under his breath, sounding half-asleep.
a small huff escaped you.
“tsuki, are you drunk?” you asked, one hand automatically finding its way to his back as you rubbed soothing circles there.
you knew they had gone drinking. shoto had mentioned it in passing earlier. still, bakugo's alcohol tolerance was ridiculously high. you had seen him drink more than enough times to know that he usually handled it well. right now, though, you had absolutely no idea how much alcohol he had actually consumed.
for a few seconds, he remained buried against your shoulder before finally lifting his head.
crimson eyes met yours, softer than usual beneath the warm lighting of your living room.
without saying anything, he reached up and gently brushed a few loose strands of hair away from your face before his hand settled beneath your chin.
“no. i’m purfectly f-fine,” he replied.
you stared at him.
the suspicion on your face was immediate.
his denial would’ve sounded far more convincing had he not slurred half the sentence.
before you could point that out, however, katsuki suddenly leaned closer.
his fingers remained beneath your chin as he closed the distance between you, pressing a gentle kiss against your lips. there was a faint taste of alcohol when you kissed him back, mixed with something familiar that was undeniably him.
when he finally pulled away, he remained hovering in your space, his forehead nearly brushing yours as he looked at you with the self-satisfied expression of someone who genuinely believed he had won the argument.
“see?” he murmured. “i’m not drunk.”
what a bold claim coming from a man who had walked into the house, collapsed onto your shoulder, slurred half his words, and then kissed you to prove his point.
“right. right. i believe you.” you said, not believing him of course, as he looked entirely too pleased with himself.
“since you’re apparently fine, let’s get you cleaned up and into bed.” you said then left to grabbing his things.
you headed upstairs, leaving him in the living room for a moment. as you made your way to your shared bedroom, however, you couldn’t help noticing how fast your heart was beating.
you had seen a drunk katsuki before. and every single time, it was a sight to behold.
for someone who spent most of his waking hours acting tough, intoxicated katsuki was surprisingly soft. clingy, affectionate, and significantly less guarded than he liked to admit. by morning, he’d deny every bit of it, and that didn’t stop you from finding it adorable.
a few moments later, you heard his footsteps following behind you.
while you prepared fresh clothes for him, got the bath ready, and now, preparing the bed, a familiar pair of arms suddenly wrapped around your waist from behind.
right on cue.
clingy bakugo had officially been activated.
you paused what you were doing as he buried his face against your shoulder, resting there comfortably. one of your hands instinctively settled over his where they were wrapped securely around your waist.
“i already prepared the bath for you,” you told him.
it took several seconds before he responded. or rather, before he acknowledged that you’d even spoken.
he was clearly far too comfortable, and you are letting him. you know how he work so hard every single day.
“you should go now.” you whispered silently, but the response you got was none other than him only tightening his hold around you.
“katsuki?” you repeated.
this time, he finally moved. slowly, he loosened his arms from around your waist before stepping back. for a moment, you thought he was actually going to listen.
instead, he grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head in one smooth motion.
you immediately looked away, blushing and feeling the redness of your face.
“seriously?”
“what?” he replied.
“you know exactly what.”
you had seen his figure countless times before; after all, you lived together, which meant the broad shoulders, toned arms, and physique he had built through years of relentless training were hardly unfamiliar to you anymore, and yet somehow, the sight never failed to affect you. perhaps because it was katsuki, or perhaps because no matter how many times you saw him like this, your heart still reacted the same way it always did.
a smug grin tugged at the corner of his mouth,
“join me?” he teased.
your eyes widened, and words won't let out. the expression on your face must have been priceless because katsuki immediately broke into soft chuckle.
"relax,” he said, a lazy grin spreading across his face as he watched your reaction unfold in real time. “i’m kidding.”
that only made your face burn hotter.
you narrowed your eyes at him, though the effect was completely ruined by how flustered you looked.
“j-just go.”
the grin on his face widened immediately.
“unless…”
he took a deliberate step closer, and your heart nearly stopped.
“katsuki!”
before he could finish whatever ridiculous sentence was about to leave his mouth, you shoved him away with both hands pressed firmly against his chest. unfortunately, the effort was completely wasted. he barely moved an inch, and if anything, he looked even more entertained by your reaction.
his chuckle grew louder as he took in the sight of your reddened face.
“look at you.”
“go take your bath.”
“you’re red.”
“go.”
katsuki laughed again, low and warm, the sound making your stomach flutter despite your determination to stay annoyed with him. eventually, he raised both hands in surrender.
“alright, alright.”
the smirk never left his face, though, just like how the redness in your face never left yours either.
you watched as he finally turned around and headed toward the bathroom, muttering something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like another tease. the moment he disappeared from sight, you let out a long sigh and buried your face in your hands.
unbelievable.
you had no idea how someone could spend years building a reputation as one of the most intimidating heroes in the country and still act like this behind closed doors.
your face still felt unbearably hot, and the worst part was that katsuki knew exactly what he was doing, which was why you were still trying to recover from the embarrassment when the sound of approaching footsteps made you look up, only to find him standing motionless by the bathroom door before slowly turning back toward you.
confused, you lowered your hands.
“what now?” you asked as he crossed the room in a few quick strides.
instead of answering, he reached up and gently cupped your cheek, causing your breath to hitch as the teasing glint in his eyes softened into something far more tender. before you could even process the change, he leaned down and pressed a brief kiss against your lips, one that felt warm, sincere, and entirely devoid of the mischief from earlier.
when he finally pulled away, his forehead lingered against yours for a moment.
“thank you,” he murmured quietly.
the sudden softness in his voice caught you completely off guard.
“for what?”
a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
“for taking care of me.”
good. now, he is being sentimental all of a sudden. cute. but after hearing that, your expression softened almost instantly.
before you could respond, however, katsuki stepped back and the familiar teasing look slowly returned to his face.
“don’t miss me too much while i’m gone.”
then a grin broke across his face the exact moment you reached for the nearest pillow. his laughter echoed through the room as he finally disappeared into the bathroom, successfully escaping before you could throw the pillow directly at his head.
little did you know, the moment the bathroom door closed behind him, katsuki leaned against it and dragged a hand down his face.
“fuck...”
his cheeks were still noticeably red, and for once, he couldn’t tell whether it was the alcohol lingering in his system or the memory of your flustered expression from earlier. probably both.
a quiet groan escaped him as he tilted his head back against the door.
all that teasing, all that confidence, and somehow he had ended up just as affected as you were.
his lips twitched upward despite himself.
“i love her.”
the words slipped out so naturally that he didn’t even realize he’d said them out loud at first.
for a moment, he simply stood there smiling to himself like an idiot, but thankfully, there was nobody around to witness it.
if it were anyone else, he’d be pissed off. but theres something about you that blows the candle out on that. he’s had girls call him handsome, even throw themselves at them. but you make him worry. and thats more then he can say about a lot of people.
“you need to get up. c’mon, idiot.”
you groan. katsuki is right. he isn’t always right, despite what his ego tells him. but frustratingly enough, he knows when he needs to pull you back up onto your feet. its when you can’t.
“i don’t have anything to do.” you say, at the very least, sitting up. its then he sees the hoodie you’ve been wearing for the past week. its his, and though he’s been sifting through his ridiculously organized room looking for it, he isn’t particularly angry that its been living with you.
and you’re not lying- you’ve done all your assignments. finished your quota for training. dryly texted back all your friends who seemed very concerned after goodbye-sounding 3am text. you weren’t going to do anything. you just wanted them to know you love them.
but that isn’t what he’s talking about. “you know what i’m talking about.”
you do. because its 6:30 on a friday night, and by now you two would normally be working out together. he’s more insistent than you: “if you miss one day, you’ll miss the next.” he’s annoyingly consistent, and when it comes to helping you get out of depressive episodes, annoyingly patient. you love him for it, and its annoying.
but he isn’t referring to working out, or homework, or responding to the friends you’ve ghosted and feeding them an “i’m sick” or a “i was tired” text. its getting you out of bed and putting some air in your lungs. then the both of you can say that when your mind is heavy, your body is still working to serve you and lift you up.
he notices your eyes. how you’ve stopped crying, but the tears still exist behind your eyelids. he sees in you that sometimes, when the weight of life squeezes your heart too tight, crying is the easiest form of relief. and how you can still tear up even after spending the entire day in bed with your face in your pillow. he makes a mental note to get some water in you right after heading out.
“kats.” you sigh, sitting criss cross in front of him, scrubbing a hand over your face. “i’ll honestly be fine. i really don’t wanna go out.”
he looks ahead for a second. he’s good at combat and generating blasts the size of mountains. but the one thing thats sent back to him with an F is his people skills. he’s tempted to throw you over his shoulder and sit you down under the sunset right now. but that won’t help you.
he takes your hand. remembering: patience is key.
“i’ll go with you.” he says. “5 minutes.”
you’d never let him know this, but he’s hard to say no to.
he offers you his hand, walking out of the dorm building with you. you both wander aimlessly, though it isn’t lost on you the way be glances every now and then to see how you are. he’s relieved that you’re with him and outside of your room. but it still hurts to know that this isn’t something he can fix for you. that some battles aren’t his.
you reach a bench, the one you and him always take water breaks at when running, and you both stop there. by now, the sun has set. the sky is blue with dusk, and the city lights begin to glow in response.
its rare he finds himself actually thinking about what to say. normally, he has no filter. whatever asshole-adjacent thought is on his mind is what comes out his mouth. but with you, he halts. because sometimes, love is ineffable.
he sees it in you. that you’re fighting things you’re eyes can’t see. and that sometimes those demons are cruel, or conniving, or outright nasty. and that, along with loving parents, powerful quirk, and endless praise, he’s lucky to have never suffered from what you go through. sure, he’s been sad, devastated even, but he sees you’re struggles and it gives him perspective. in that way, you humble him. and that makes him love you more.
“you look like you have something you want to say.” you turn your head to him, studying the worry in those red irises. being ever-confident, worry isn’t a feeling he’s particularly used to.
his hand stays intertwined with yours, his thumb rubbing over your skin, trying to make it better.
and, like the one person who knows his achilles heel, you cut him off. you know what he’s thinking. and you know that that worry is love. he wouldn’t have brought you out here to breathe if he didn’t love you.
“i don’t need you to try and save me.” you say, words soft but true. he exchanges the handholding to wrap his arm around you, transferring some of his body heat over.
he closes his eyes for a moment, then looks up at the setting sun, and then at you. “… i know.”
what he means: i know you’re strong. i know you don’t need a hero but its hard to know you’re in pain. if i could i’d take it from you.
you take his free hand, bringing his knuckles to your lips and kissing the scarred skin. its half for him, to know that you’re still around, still breathing. and its half for you to ground yourself, to know that despite all the hurt, you have katsuki bakugo and all that he is.
“and i know you’re here. even when i don’t like myself.” you half smile, almost laughing at your own admission. “and thats enough for me.”
he wants to argue. he wants to try and understand how just taking you outside and sitting with you, cuddling on a park bench, could possibly be enough to ease your pain.
then he remembers something about his parents, at a younger time in his life. his mother forcibly straightening his tie while his father patted his shoulders, ushering him to whatever middle school academic celebration he was winning. grumbling at the fact that his parents were there watching, cheering, doting.
but he remembers the words his father told him, just before he went on to accept whatever medal or ribbon was being handed to him: “just showing up is enough, sometimes.”
and if thats enough for you? its enough for him.
so he pulls you in tighter and presses a kiss to your head, not giving a single fuck to whoever sees this part of him, because its easily the best part of him. “i love you too, dumbass.”
a/n — soo..this is my first time writing in a few years, and first time ever uploading to tumblr, so pls lmk if u enjoy :)
synopsis — you and bakugou, whom you don't hang out with often, have a fun time at the firework show
content. mdni — fem!reader, college au!bakugou, pet names (ma, sweetheart, baby), public sex, p in v , no condom (wrap it before u tap it guys), porn w/ very little plot
pairing — bakugou katsuki x reader
you've liked bakugou for about a year now. you're pretty sure he knows but he's yet to say anything. you guys weren't super duper close but you guys still talk to each other at parties, school events, during training .. etc. (he's always bullying you)
you and bakugou share a few classes but rarely talk to each other, until today that is. the 4th of july.
you were in your local 7/11 getting a few snacks for your movie marathon later, when you turn around to go to the register and pay, you see him just standing there, on the wall, fiddling with his hands.
"yo, i was wondering if you had any plans today.? i asked kirishima if he could come with me to go watch the fireworks but that asshat cancelled on me last minute .. i was wondering if you were free? this aint a date or nothin', dont get confused." he looked down, his eyebrows slightly furrowed and he was blushing, just a little bit.
you didnt even know he knew your name, but of course, you obliged. why would you decline?
aand that's how you ended up bent over the single-person bathroom in a random restauraunt not to far from the firework show, since it was on the beach.. with him deep inside you of course!
he's gripping your hips so hard they might bruise as he pushes himself inside you, trying not to make any sound, but its not working if you can hear him grunting and whimpering.
"fuuckk..you're so wet baby." he's grabbing you by your throat and thrusting into you, hitting your sweet spot every time.
"—hngh! slow down, kats!" you could barely keep your eyes open as he's pounding into you mercilessly, eyes almost rolling back.
"mmph..isn't this what you wanted? ive seen the way you look at me, im not stupid, sweetheart." he's thrusting so hard you've lost your ability to think.
you whimpered in response as his hand slid down to your clit, rubbing it in circles.
"talk to me baby..i can feel you clenching.." he grunts. "you like that , ma?" those words make you cum on the spot.
"yesyesyes..fuck!" you and him cum at the same time, but you both stay completely still, taking in all the euphoria and pleasure.
you guys decided to skip the fireworks and just go back to your house to watch the movie marathon happening on tv.
you guys made more movies than you watched
i rlly hope it wasn't corny,, ok bye i love u guys, drink water..okay..?
smut, sub katsuki, pro hero katsuki, pussy whipped katsuki, fem reader w little breasts
your head titled back in pleasure. what the fuck was this ? your legs were spread, and pro hero Katsuki Bakugou snapped his hips against yours recklessly.
"I cant.. i can't i cant i cant i caaant.." he whimpered into your ear, torso leaning over and pressing against yours. His buff pecks were much bigger than your smaller boobs, and the overwhelming size of him turned you on, while simultaneously giving you an ego boost for bringing such a large hero to submission.
even though his hips held yours tightly, even though you were sure you'd find bruises there in the morning, the blonde man acted so weak within you. he kept begging out strings of 'please', and your name, without you even telling him to beg.
Even though he ranked 15th place, and took down endless villains, the Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight found himself acting like a pathetic fucking bitch when it came to his girlfriends touch. As soon as your pretty face was looking up at him, he fell under you.
All you'd done is scratch his scalp after his morning shift, and in thirteen minutes he was desperately whining while fucking you into your shared couch. You peppered kisses onto his hot, sweaty skin, not caring that hed just gotten off of work.
"This is for all of the times.." You pressed a long, soft kiss onto his lips at last, never stopping the massage behind his ears and to his neck. "You've let me fuck you after my long shifts."
And thats why even when, Katsuki was able to be on top physically, he stayed fucked out and begging for whatever blessing he knew his god had for him.
"haaah.." he panted into your neck, now lifting your legs from their position and folding them to your chest. "nn..ngh.. please.. ill do anything fuck please.." he was talking faster, and thrusting faster now.
in the new mating press, his balls slapped against you hard, and the impact made him cry out your name, soft tears beginning to run down his cheeks like rain.
he called out your name desperately, like it hurt to not have you closer, "i.. i think im'gnna.." he whimpered into your ear and bit down loose at your neck, "imgnnacumfuck.."
his hips stilled in you from muscle memory, and you took initiative again by fucking your hips back into his, pulling each drop he had out. his orgasm rushed through him, ironically sending an explosive feeling through his veins. this was overwhelming to you just as much when warm splatters stuck to your inner walls, bringing your orgasm out to forcefully spasm around him, forcing everything out for you and only you.
"that feel good, Katsuki ?" you giggled, always acting cute while saying things you knew would rile him up.
he hummed, calm as his lips rested against your neck, showing no signs of moving from you. "..no" he muttered softly, trying to lighten the mood after he just fucked himself dumb in his girlfriends pussy. his body betrayed himself though, his cock twitching back up slightly at her voice.
you just smiled, the one he always felt weak in the knees seeing. "I love you, katsuki." he covered up what seemed to be a "mmph" sound with his hand, but youd still felt his cock fully harden.
"fuck.." you just laughed, always happy with how easily provoked he was. still, in the whining of your boyfriend, in-between you heard him mutter "i love you too.."
Warnings: Smut, fluff, pinning (Bakugou), mentions of fighting, mentions of blood, pheromones, breeding kink, lewd, mutual feelings, friends to lovers, mentions of Deku having a crush on you, jealousy, and more. (If I missed anything, my bad I did this half asleep.)
About: Number two hero Katsuki Bakugou just can’t seem to get you off his mind. Harboring a secret crush on you since your days at UA. But when you finally come back from a mission that took you overseas, he can’t help but want to keep next to you at all times.
It felt like forever since you step foot back in Japan, the United States needed the aid of some of Japans finest heroes on a year long mission. You had kept in contact with all of your friends during your time there, just making sure everything was going smoothly back home. You especially kept in touch with Japans number two hero, Bakugou Katsuki.
It wasn’t uncommon to have a conversation a day with the explosion hero before departing for your mission. You ended up becoming closer to him than ever before when everyone graduated UA. However, your conversations became longer once you left for the states.
It started off as little conversations about your mission, asking how long you’d be gone. How many heroes were taken for the mission. Which part of the states you’d be in. The main topic being about the mission, but somewhere along the way it morphed into something more. More of how has your day been? Did you rest enough? What did you have for dinner? Have you gone out at all since being in the states? You should have seen what happened to me today! I have to go to this stupid hero gala, pray I don’t blow anyone up! Just a subtle yet progressive movement of your friendship with the blonde. You didn’t mind it a bit, over the years you secretly looked forward to having these kind of meaningful and meaningless conversations with him.
He had been messaging, calling, and even FaceTiming with you all the way up to your return home. A chuckle coming to your lips as to saw his name flash on your phone screen the moment your plane landed in Japan.
Blasty (5:30am): “You better be fucking ready for everyone to flood you with welcome home messages. But I had to be the first to beat all those extras.”
You (5:34am): “Always aiming to be number one, huh Katsu?”
Blasty (5:35am): “Damn right! Welcome home, y/n.”
You (5:43am): “Thank you! My agency is throwing a massive ball for the return of all of us! You better be there.”
Blasty (5:44am): “Wouldn’t miss it for the world, Princess. Who ya take me for? Kaminari?”
You (5:59am): “LOL. Never. I can’t wait to see you!”
You pocketed your phone away after you saw the gif he send a second later, a guy giving a thumbs up with a deadpanning face. If anyone else looked at the messages between the pair of you? It would look like a couple just having a cheeky conversation. You sometimes wished it was that way. But you had long given up the idea of Bakugou looking at you in that type of light. Content of having him become your best friend. However, on the other side of the phone? Bakugou Katsuki couldn’t wait to see your beautiful face.
“What’s got you smiling at your phone so early in the morning, Bakubro?” Kirishima's voice sounded out behind the fiery blonde. Bakugou quickly pocketed his phone away to give a glare at his best friend and roommate.
“Mind your business, shitty hair! I wasn’t smilin’…” Bakugou huffed, his nostrils flaring as his friend could only laugh at him. Making the blonde return more rage at his red haired companion. “What you laughin’ at shit for brains?! You got a death wish?”
Kirishima clutched his sides, pretending to wipe away a tear from his lash line. After he was done with his little laughing fit, he looked at his best friend with joy and happiness in his eyes. “She’s finally back home, huh?” He couldn't help the shit-eating grin that spread across his face. While his hot-headed best friend looked as if he stole the last cookie from the cookie jar.
Bakugou nodded back at Kirishima, shoving his phone back into his pocket before huffing out. "I wanted to be the first one to welcome her back..." He felt his cheek become hot, he knew that it was stupid to harbor this crush still. He could just be honest with how he felt. Somewhere deep down inside, he felt like you wouldn't accept him back. He couldn't bare the thought of losing you if that was the case. He was content to just be on the sidelines for you, something he would never do for anyone else in his life.
Kirishima didn't understand why his best friend would get so embarrassed by something like this. It wasn't like you hadn't seen every side of Katsuki before. You stuck around him through the good, the bad, the ugly, and the beautiful. Just like he did. If anyone was perfect enough, or meant to be with Katsuki? It was you.
"Should just tell her, man. You look like a little puppy whenever you speak with her. It's cute." Kirishima laughed as he started to run off, hearing a pillow smack into the wall he rounded while Bakugou screamed curses at him.
It wasn't even two days later when your hero agency threw this massive party to welcome back home all of the heroes that went overseas. Everyone who was anyone was attending, which meant all of your pro-hero friends were coming to see you. Sure, you were excited to see them all. Catch up face to face, but you were most excited to see Bakugou.
The stylest that was given to you, dressed you to the nines. Your sequence crimson dress was snug to your frame, hanging low at your back. A pair of black heels to match along with your black clutch, honestly you were a sight to behold. Anyone's imagination could run wild seeing you in this dress. It just made everything fit in the right place. Light make-up, nothing too distracting from your choice in formal wear. However, tonight you decided not to hide the scar that ran along the left side of your face. Right over your eye, it slit your eyebrow a little. You were tired of trying to hide it at this point, you weren't ashamed of it. Just a battle scar you picked up in the States.
You wouldn't say you were nervous, there was however a little hum that stayed in the back of your mind. Was this going to be overwhelming? Was it going to be too much for just coming back home? What if people didn't remember you? These thoughts flooded your mind the whole car ride to your agency. Only for them to be stopped as you saw the flashes of the shutterbugs waiting at the entrance to get pictures of the arriving heroes. Shouting question after question as you exited the car, giving them your best-practiced smile as you made your way inside.
Your agency didn't cut costs for how well they did the place up, it honestly didn't even look like an agency anymore. They turned a brick office building, into a stunning ball-like palace. With food that almost looked too good to eat, and music that made the place feel light and airy. It was refreshing, to say the least, it made your heart warm. It also caused your quirk to emanate off you slightly, the scent of peaches wafting into the air as you moved through a sea of people. Finally spotting a face that you had come to be very friendly with over the past year away. Rushing to get to their side and feel a bit of comfort.
Bakugou Katsuki was never late for anything, but tonight was different. Since Kirishima promised that they would give Kaminari a ride, they were going to be late. Much later than Bakugou could tolerate at this point. He was antsy, shaking his leg in the backseat as they finally made their way to the agency. Thirty fucking minutes later than they should have been if only that damned Kaminari was ready on time...Bakugou would have already seen your pretty face. Hear your breath-taking laugh, and held you close to him. It was all that was keeping him sane for the car ride, that he will be able to do that soon.
Decked out in a tux, with a crimson red tie to match his eyes he finally arrived at your agency. Glaring and hissing at the shutterbugs as he pushed his way into the building. He had a set goal, finding you. Hastily pushing through the crowd, but what really caught his attention to find you was the smell of peaches in the air. That syrupy smell made his mouth water and filled his senses with nothing but you. If he was honest with himself, he used to hate it. It was so distracting, it would make his mind mush. Make his teeth ache with the smell alone while making his pants tighter around his crotch. After years of knowing you, letting that scent take over his mind again and again? He welcome it, he craved it in his daily life. Even went as far as buying peach rings or peach-flavored yogurt just so it would be like you were always with him. He loved the scent, following the trail that lead to you.
That's when he saw you standing at the bar, looking as beautiful as the day he first met you. He took you in for a moment, relishing in the way your nose scrunched up as you laughed. How you would tip your head back a little to stop that laughter, and how your cheeks were dusted pink from the drinks you already had in your system. You were a vision in his eyes, the most gorgeous thing he ever got the pleasure of being around. But that all faded for a second as he noticed who you were with.
Even though Bakugou had made his peace with Izuku, he couldn't help that little green monster of jealousy rear its ugly head within him. Watching you shower Izuku in your warmth and joy, sucked it right out of Bakugou himself. That was supposed to be him making you laugh, making you touch his arm for support. Not Deku. Anyone but Deku. He almost walked away, he almost went in a different direction. Not wanting to say the wrong thing as he watched his long-time friend flirt with the girl of his dreams. However, you had caught his eye. Excusing yourself from Izuku to practically run up to Bakugou.
"Katsuki! You came!" You yelled over the other people speaking and the music. Pulling the blonde into a tight embrace. Bakugou felt his whole body stiffen for a moment, his brain stalling. Before correcting himself, wrapping his arms around you. Taking a deep breath, he inhaled that sickly sweet scent that he loved. Basking in your presence a little longer than what typical friends would do. Before unraveling himself from your body.
"Course I did, Princess. Wouldn't miss it for the world." He rasped low, Keeping a hand on your waist as you beamed up at him. This is what he has been waiting for, for a year now. To just be around you, be close to you. Once he finally took all of you in, his brows furrowed a bit. Bringing a thumb up to rub at the tail end of your scar that hit your cheekbone. "When did ya get this?"
You paused for a moment, taking a deep breath before speaking back at him. "Maybe about a month or so into the mission." You brought your own hand up and over Bakugou's, rubbing the top of his hand for a moment before continuing. "I had to keep up with appearances over there, so my PR team made me cover it up all the time. I just...didn't feel like hiding it anymore."
"Why didn't you mention it to me? How ya get it?" He rasped again, a little bite to his question. Almost as if he was hurt that you didn't tell him.
"It was always covered with make-up, I didn't see the point of speaking about it when at some point I knew you'd see it." You bit back a little, not enjoying his tone. "A fight broke out within the mafia I had to be a spy in. A guy pulled a knife and I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Luckily I didn't lose my eyesight, Izuku was actually the one that got the guy away with the knife. So, honestly, I owe him a huge thanks."
Now that stung a little bit for Bakugou, not being the one to come to your aid. Not being the one to be on the mission with you. For you to owe a debt to Deku of all people. It made his jaw clench, and his free hand ball up into a fist. The light scent of caramel wafting into the air as Bakugou’s quirk was acting up. Most people wouldn’t really care that they could smell it but you knew what was happening.
“Katsuki…what’s going on?” You questioned as the scent of his quirk came to your nose. Causing you to hold onto his arm, trying to bring him back down to earth. Making him look at you for a moment. “What’s got you so upset?”
Katsuki took a deep breath, his crimson eyes finally leveling with yours before he grabbed onto your hand. Making sure his palms weren’t too hot to touch you. He led you out to the balcony, away from everyone else. At the bar, a certain green haired man was watching. A displeased look on his face before he chuckled to himself.
“Izuku, what’s gotten into you today? You haven’t taken your eyes off her.” Shinso finally asked his friend, watching him look like a wounded dog. His own purple eyes looking over to see Bakugou leading you elsewhere.
“I-…I got really close to y/n. On the mission that is. But I always knew I was coming in second. She’d speak to him daily…I saw it in the way her eyes would light up when his name came across her screen. I guess I can’t be number one in everything.”
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Out on the balcony, Katsuki moved you both towards the small seating area at the far end of the balcony. But neither of you sat, Katsuki just leaned against the railing. His palms rubbing over his face once he let go of you. “What is going on.” You finally asked, holding onto your own arms.
He was silent for a long moment, his hands gripping the railing tight before finally sighing. His eyes never left yours, like he was staring into your soul. “I just…fuck. I don’t know how to say it, princess. Not without it fucking everything up.”
“What are you going to fuck up?” You would question while moving up to him. To grabbed his cheeks, making him keep his attention on your eyes before rubbing them softly. “Please, Katsuki…honey. I don’t know what’s going on.”
At the pet name you had given him so long ago, it felt like all his worries disappeared in a moment. Moving to rest his hands on your hips, letting his fingers dig there for a moment. “I-…I’m- shit! This is so hard…I’m so embarrassed. Goddamnit I’m in love with you, ok!” He finally huffed it out, making his eyes look down once more so he didn’t see the reaction on your face. “But that damn Dek- Izuku might have a place in your heart and I don’t know how to handle that.”
You gave his cheeks a little shake, making his eyes meet yours again. All yours showed was kindness and love, with the small smile on your lips. “Honey…Izuku doesn’t have a place in my heart. Maybe as a great friend but nothing more.” You said while stroking the sides of his cheeks, moving in a little closer. “Who have I been speaking to everyday even before I left? Who has seen every little ugly side to me? Who have I told everything to?” You asked, noticing the way Katsuki shrugged his shoulders. You chuckled a little. “You, dumbass. It’s all been you. I’m in love with you too.” You smiled at him brightly.
He couldn’t believe what he heard initially, his mind moving a mile a minute. He moved his hands quickly to your face, his thumb brushing at the tail end of your scar once more. “You do? You…love me? Princess, don’t bullshit me.” As you shook your head yes, Katsuki had the biggest smile that had ever crossed his face. He leaned down, pressing his lips to yours. The kiss was raw, passionate, and full of undying love. The way your lips moved together was like two people coming together to be one finally. It was breathless, it was sweet, and it was something you both had been missing for a long time now.
"Let's leave." Katsuki finally spoke after breaking the kiss, still holding onto you tightly. He wanted to take you away, he wanted to just have you to himself. Finally, he waited long enough and so had you. "Can we leave?" He pressed again as he pulled you into a tight embrace. "I just want you to myself right now, fuck everyone else."
You nodded your head softly, looking up into his crimson eyes. A smile was etched into your lips as you started to pull him towards the front of the agency. "Yeah, let's go. I have waited long enough to have you to myself."
The wait wasn't long to get a cab to pick you up, it was the wait for the drive home that was killing you both. Soft touches against legs, brushes of hands against hands, and let's not forget the smooth whispers coming from Katsuki that the cab driver needed to 'hurry the fuck up already.' It was actually really amusing to you, because what you didn't expect when you rolled up to the front of Katsuki's apartment building? Was him to basically throw money at the driver's face, and carry you all the way up to his home.
"Katsuki! You can put me down now!" You were laugh-yelling at him as he kicked in his door. Not caring that it was almost 1am in the morning and the door handle denting the drywall.
"No time..." He said softly against your neck, leaving a trail of open mouth kisses against your skin as he navigated through his apartment into his bedroom. Once he pressed you into those black silk sheets, everything hit you at once. Looking up at him over you, the desire and love in his eyes, you were finally going to be with someone you truly loved in this world.
The small little sigh you let slip past your lips as he nibbled on one particularly sensitive spot on your neck made him realize it too. Years and years of loving you in secret could finally come out in the open. He can finally express the way he feels about you, without even having to say anything. He just looked down at you, your hair all sprawled out in different directions, lipstick a little smeared, and the look of love in your eyes? You looked like a goddess to him.
"You're beautiful..." He said softly before moving back to kiss you again. This time it was more rushed, like he was hungry. He was hungry for you, slipping the straps of your dress down your shoulders. As your breasts finally became unclothed, Katsuki sucked in a breath. Your pretty perky nipples already standing at attention for him, causing him to lean down to blow cool air over one while he twisted the other with his fingers. It caused your back to arch into his touch, pushing a leg between his thighs as the top of your knee brushed against his already hard crotch.
He hissed a bit from the touch, having him wrap his lips around your nipple to give it a playful little suck. What piqued his interest the most was the way you reacted to his teasing. A high-pitched moan came from your throat before you slapped your palm over your lips. Your body was so sensitive, so ready for him. He moved his hands lower, bringing your dress along with him before getting rid of the offending object. Leaving you bare under him.
"No panties...fuck Princess...you'll be the death of me." He growled, something deep in his chest as he moved back. Stripping himself of his own clothing before moving back ontop of you. His hand slipped between your bodies so he could run a finger up your already moist slit. Katsuki's eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head when he felt your slick against his fingers, before slowly pushing two of them inside your sopping cunt. "Gotta prep you..."
You already felt full from just how thick his fingers were, working in and out of you at a slow pace. However, your eyes didn't leave his cock. It was so thick, and long as well. Veins in all the right places while his head was just a pretty shade of pink, dripping precum already. You didn't care about being prepped at the moment, all you wanted was to feel him deep inside you. You moved your hand to take ahold of his shaft, stroking it softly before bringing your palm up to his tip. But he quickly grabbed your hand and pinned it next to you.
"Don't...baby. I am barely keeping it together. If you touch me like that? I'll fold. Be a good girl for me, Princess." He said in such a husky voice it made you squirm under him. That granted you his smirk, all teeth. He was pleased with himself, seeing that you were so good at listening to him. So willing for him, such a perfect girl. You were so ready for him, but he wanted more. He wanted to taste you, to feel you quiver on his tongue. To see you lose your mind to the pleasure. But as he went to move towards your cunt, this time you stopped him.
"Please...I can't wait anymore. I want you inside me Katsuki...please? Can you please just make love to me already? I want you...I need you...Daddy...please." Well you didn't expect that to come out of your mouth, but you were so hazed over in pleasure and need that you didn't care. The name however made Katuski raise his eyebrows in shock. It made you close your mouth, eyes adverting his gaze now.
Katsuki felt his mind stop, felt it completely skip a beat at the sound of your voice calling him daddy. It unlocked something in his brain, it made him feral for you. His desire for you now went through the roof. Boy, were you in for it now.
"Daddy? Oh...baby girl...you've done it now..." He smirked at you, moving his head back from between your thighs. Leaving a trail of open-mouth kisses against your torso, up your chest, and now to your neck. Literally you with every little mark he could leave on your body, claiming you as his. His tongue trailed against the shell of your ear before he whispered something lewd against it. "You want Daddy to put his fat cock inside you? I'd be you'd look so sexy with it bugling out of your stomach...hm?" He sucked on your earlobe a little before continuing. "Want Daddy to stuff you full of his hot cum...make you his?"
Your mind was running a mile a minute, it was so good, so much. As you felt his tip start to press against your slick entrance. "Please..." You moaned out almost breathless. "Please...fill me with your cum...Daddy." You begged him, while bringing your left leg over his lower back, trying to pull him into you more. "Will you fill me up?" You asked in such a sweet voice that it made Katsuki's whole body shudder a bit.
"Fuck, I'll do anything for you if you talk to me like that..." He said now somewhat out of breath. Moving his hand to take ahold of his shaft, to part your lips. The feeling of your slick already coating his head, made him see stars for a moment until he pulled himself together again. "Alright, I'm going to put it in Princess." He said under his breath as he slowly pushed his head past the first tight ring of muscle. He felt your walls making room for him, fitting the shape of him, as he slowly bottomed out inside of you. The pure sound of pain, mixed with a little bit of pleasure made his eyes roll to the back of his head. He fought with everything in his power to keep his eyes on your face, not wanting to miss a second of your expressions.
You were a vision under him, goosebumps littering your whole body. A slight arch in your back, the way your chest was raising and falling with a small pant in your breath. Your eyes screwed tight in pleasure, while your mouth hung open just slightly. You were beautiful to him. You always were, but in this moment you were ethereal.
As you felt him hit against your cervix, your legs wrapped instantly around his lower back. Keeping him tight against you while you caught your breath for a second. Your eyes opened slowly, marveling at the view you were getting. Katsuki's eyebrows pinched a little, lower lip snug between his teeth. A small bit of sweat on the side of his forehead, while his eyes looked at you with nothing but love.
Each drag of his cock within your tightened walls was like seeing the night sky lit up with stars. The feeling of him slowly thrusting himself in and out of you, so painfully slow had your eyes almost crossed. You were soaked, so much so that there was a lewd squelch every time Katsuki pulled out of you. The sound of skin hitting against skin was echoing through the room as Katsuki poured every ounce of how much he loved you, into your body.
As you felt your body coming to your climax, you accidentally set off your quirk. The scent of peaches and cream seeped into the air, almost like a thick cloud of desire and lust. You felt Katsuki shiver above you, hand gripping the sheets next to your head with such a tight grip. It made him pick his pace up, thrusting into at a back-breaking pace.
"Fuck- Princess...goddamn you smell so fucking sweet...so fucking good. Ahh, fuck!" He was losing himself above you, his face so screwed up in pleasure that it made you tighten around him suddenly. "Don't- shit! Don't do that Princess...I'll cum inside you..."
"Do it...cum inside me...please pleasee Daddy, cum for me?" You begged just as sweet as your scent. Batting your eyelashes up at him, holding him in closer as your tasty moans hit his ears like the best music he ever heard. Plus the way your cunt was clenching around him, sucking him in? Made Katsuki lose his mind.
"Ya? You want me to cum inside you? Want me to breed this tight little pussy? Yah...yeah you fucking do. Fuck ya, baby. Take it all, take it fucking all." He said while thrusting as deep as he could inside of you, holding himself there as he painted your walls a pretty white.
As you both came down from your highs, Katsuki slipped out of you slowly. Taking a moment to watch how his cum was leaking out of you. It made his cock twitch for a moment before he let his fingers trail in the mixed liquids before pushing some of it back into you. At the way you squirmed in overstimulation, he chuckled. Moved to lay beside you, bringing your back into his chest. He was leaving soft open-mouth kisses on the back of your neck. Just enjoying how you hummed in satisfaction.
"I can't believe I finally got you..." He said in a groggy voice, the low grave in it making you shutter a little against him. That earned you a playful nip to the back of your ear. "Relax, woman. If you keep at it? We are going to go all night."
"Who says I wouldn't want that?" You playfully teased back, rolling slightly so you could face him. Your own shit-eating grin plastered on your face. You leaned forward to kiss him deep, letting the moment sink in before you were rolled onto your back once again.
"That a challenge? Oh...Princess...you have no idea what you have gotten yourself into now."
Synopsis: Your worst nightmare comes to life after you receive a call well after midnight that isn’t from your husband Bakugou but about him. Rushing to the hospital you’re thankful to find him alive but when he comes to he asks to see his wife despite you standing there.
Warnings: Angst, dark themes, mentions of child loss, mentions of/contemplating abortion, mentions of difficulty conceiving. Cheating if you squint
Final Chapter : The final good bye, I’ll break my promise one last time. wc 8414
Master List
“Bakubro.” Kirishima calls out, garnet eyes following you into the sky. Eijirou knows, he fucking knows Bakugou just shouted out your name and it's only a matter of time before Bakugou becomes as volatile as one of the grenades on his tapered waist. The giant redhead swallows thickly as he tries to get to Bakugou as fast as he can.
Who the fuck was that brat? Who the fuck were you?
ssǝuʇǝǝʍS
Sweetness
Evol noʎ
Your voice echoes in his head, each pound of his heart sends blood rushing in his ears and beneath your voice, beneath the throbbing pain Bakugou hears a faint and constant BEEP that keeps time with his heart.
Memories exploding like fireworks in quick succession, so quickly it's difficult for Katsuki to keep up.
That's ɹno new ǝɔᴉɟɟo ɹǝƃɐuɐɯ. Ain't she a llod?
Come on Bakuqɹo you think she's ʎʇʇǝɹd
ɹᴉɐɥ ʎʇʇᴉɥs ɟɟo ʞɔnℲ
Fuck off shitty hair
It takes a moment for Bakugou to decode the snippets of conversation and although he does so with speed another memory begins to overwrite the last.
Vividly he remembers you at that desk with the water stained rings. Of your upturned nose the first time he asked you to dinner, the second, the third, and the fifth. Six times, six times it took over the course of a year and only then you accepted.
Eijirou better be right about your 'heart of gold'
The memory starts with you with your nose scrunched up, in a cute sundress you wore under a stuffy jacket for work, at the end of that date he saw a bright smile on your face.
He knows it's the same dress you wore today, with the same floral print. Hydrangeas.
The image begins to move, revolving around the dinner table as if it were the sun when really you were becoming the center of his universe. And with each revolution came a change. Your outfit, the style of your hair, the weather outside. Rain, sun, snow, stars. Faster and faster but not too swiftly that Bakugou couldn't see the one constant about the moving memory, of your wide smile and how your eyes softened.
You break the movement, leaning forward to blow out the candle that sat between you two whispering softly
Yes, a thoundtimes yes.
Snowy static of old film starts to clear as Kirishima comes into view. Deja vu settles in Bakugou's bones as the scene unfolds. He's asked this question before, Will ya be my best fuckin man? Except this time Eijirou is older than he recalls, this time tears fall down Kirishima's scarred cheeks. Salty water falling over puckered skin that wasn't there before. Bakugou knows shitty hair didn't cry the first time he asked, and saw the doubt in his eyes that his best friend pushed down for his sake. This time was garnet eyes, pearly with joyous tears as he claps his hand on Bakugou's back pulling him into a hug.
'Happy for you man, she’s such a good fit for you"
The tear that falls from Kirishima's cheek turns into a stream of percolating coffee as Bakugou now stands in the small apartment from his dream. A pink cup filled with ice that melts under the hot stream.
"But I want it in your studded cup," You pout voice weighed with sleep, "It tastes better when you make it in your cup."
"Well what's mine is yours and what's yours in mine ain't til next week." Bakugou had joked back, turning around to hand you your coffee and as you reach for it, brushing your fingers against his, you are no longer in his skull t-shirt.
Now lace clings to your skin emphasizing your beauty as it danced along your arms, back and throat in blinding white. The wedding dress he remembered in vivid detail, the same one from the dream he told his mom about last week with tears threatening to crack his voice and give him away.
Like it does now as he twirls you around and around in the first dance of joined souls, bound by rings and an unbreakable bond.
"Breathtaking." His voice echoes as he twirls you and the bottom of your dress sweeps away the thought and leads to the next.
Of all that lace discarded on the floor and him leaning over you. Nipping and kissing at your shoulders and he rasps with fluttering lashes. I love you . I fucking love you. Each panting breath darkening his vision before a loud BEEP brings him to something that makes his breathing slow and shallow.
Makes it difficult.
Beep
A soft pleading voice.
Beep
Smooth skin tracing along his fingers and features. Pushing back hair from his forehead.
Beep
A soft voice humming songs he loved, songs he knew his wife rolled her eyes to from how often he played them. Singing the lyrics she remembered.
Beep
He remembers that, he knows he remembers that because he tried so hard to open his eyes then, move his useless and parched tongue to let you know with a loving tease you were off key and mixing up the lyrics to each song.
Beep
But he was tired, so fucking tired. And his body was not only unresponsive but heavy. Hands, so many hands, pulling him down, down, down into the deep dark depths, whispering sweet nothings in his ears. To keep his eyes closed.
Beep
Come back to me sweetness.
Then the images shatter and each time he tries to recall what he's just seen the snowy static returns. Wrapped heavily behind self doubt; that he hadn't imagined a love that ran so deep to fill the void that his first wife left him with.
That he did deserve what you gave him.
Snapping jaws bring back the biting question of why the hell that little brat showing off his fireworks looked so much like him.
Did he have a fucking kid? Did his dreams of a family come true while he slept?
Was it with you? The ghost that winks in and out of his mind like a lighthouse in the fog. If he were to get closer would he crash and burn?
The fire in his chest seems to think so.
His friends seemed to think so.
But a bigger question pulls at the sinew on his bones.
Was he still lost in time?
He felt like it especially after those flashes as if he were suffering from an episode. The scar on his temple threatens to split his head in two as the movie played at such a speed it only spanned the few seconds it took Kirishima to get closer to him.
Even in his daze Bakugou sees the worry in Kirishima’s face. The warring emotions that flash in those garnet eyes that he’s known since he was 15. That someone he knows might hold all the answers, especially with how he looks towards the sky after you.
“You know her?” He grabs Kirishima’s metal shoulder gears roughly. If Bakugou was taller he’d have Kirishma off his feet easily, instead the metal starts to turn as orange as his gloves.
“You fucking know her?!” He snarls again, rage thick in his throat.
“Katsuki, please.” Eijirou is only begging because of the proximity to the public and of course Bakugou couldn't give less of a shit. Spreading out his hand and popping off explosions too close to civilians for the hero commission's liking. The crowd backs up from the warning as Izkuki lands next to the large men cracking the pavement beneath his red boots.
“Kaachan…” He tries with lifted hands as Shouto makes a barricade to keep the civilians safe by shielding them with a wall of ice. The action catches Bakugou’s eyes and pictures of Momo and Shouto standing closely together flood his mind.
Why the fuck were those hanging up in his home?
Where were the pictures of Bakugou and his alleged wife? As far as Bakugou knew there were none to be found that existed after his 21st birthday.
“You.” He snarls, pointing at Shouto who's eyes widen with surprise.
“Don’t play dumb you half and half bastard and don’t you dare fuckin lie. I know you’re fucking my ex wife. My wife… whatever the fuck she is! I know you’re balls deep in Momo.” His palms heat up as he thinks of melting off that bastard's face.
Or should he? Why'd he call Momo his ex wife first? His head throbs as his heart starts to crack, deep fissures running along the muscle. Breath tight in his chest.
"No, Katsuki it's not like that…" Shouto's brows furrow upward. The icy hot hero's heart is slowly being cleaved aparts as he looks at what was his first real friend. The two bonded over their remedial classes despite being the top of the class and that bond was exactly why he fended off Momo's advances. He thought he was helping.
They all did.
But no good deed goes unpunished.
“Katsuki please!” Kirishima grabs onto his middle lifting him up to keep him from advancing. Like a cat Bakugou slips from Kirishima's grip, rounding on him with a nasty punch that sends him flying into the ice wall. Large body leaving an indent in the icy barricade as the other two men begin to circle Bakugou.
"Kaachan, we don't want to fight." Yet green electricity and black whip danced on Izuku's thick fingers. A two v one fight would be easy for Bakugou, especially with how intimately he knew not only their quirks but his friends' fighting style. Tsk if he can even call them that.
"Stop using my given name. You buncha assholes don't deserve it!" He shouts, blasting Izuku with an AP shot that sends him flying into Kirishima who was just recovering from the lethal punch. A stare down between Shouto and Bakugou begins, reminding the hot head of the festival all those years ago. Funny how the blonde was so driven then by fighting. Driven by obsession to prove he was number one on his own fair terms.
Prove he was worthy of something.
The mixture of rage and the calm before a fight ebb in his blood, putting him in the perfect head space for the impending match. Shouto narrows his eyes and Bakugou knows he'll lead with ice.
He always does.
Bakugou's fingers twitch, palms heating and when he takes in a breath it's like something is pulling his mind in another direction. Away from the fight at hand and to more pressing matters. As if he was suddenly remembering something important he needed to do. The phone in his pocket started to become a heavy weight as he racked his brain and these new fragmented memories for any hint as to what the password to his cloud was.
Since his friends have been lying to him, he knew his phone wouldn't. Couldn't. Bakugou should have some sort of evidence on if Momo was actually his current wife or if it was you, the visage of his perfect love.
Just as Shouto brings up his arm, Bakugou aims his palms towards the ground. Launching himself into the air as his body goes on autopilot landing on top of that damn apartment building with the sad smiling door man that he’d pass on his runs. He isn't sure why he's up on this roof top.
Isn't sure why his eyes are starting to burn as the picture of that snowy VHS starts to become clear again.
The more he tries to quiet his mind the more that brats name drowns out his thoughts.
Daiki Daiki Daiki
Bakugou snaps his eyes open just to stare down at his phone, that password that eluded him over the years taunting him. It had to be this right? That name his "one true love" whispered to him while half asleep. Telling him in full confidence the name she'd chosen for their future son.
The name you chose.
Resounding like the hit of a gong as his fingers type out what surely couldn't be his password. He didn't know that brat. He didn't know you. It was just some weird fucking dreams. Some made up stories to soothe his broken heart.
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Folders pop up, flooding the screen with images that his phone has neatly sorted for him. Albums of friends, family, weddings and one dedicated to just you.
He stares at the wedding one for a long time, the album photo was of Bakugou and his groomsmen. Kirishima, Shouto, Izuku, Denki, Sero all lined up, all sharing a laugh. The ties and small peonies on the lapel are all a dusty pink. His heart races. No way, no fucking way. They all look older here than he remembers, then when he married Momo and he knows for a fact his wedding colors were red and black. Her request, cause he never gave a shit about that. He just wanted to build something with her.
But she was just too focused on other things and Bakugou, Bakugou had to let her go. He knew that then. He knows that now.
The thought comes on its own as he taps the album letting out a whimper as he sees that dress. The one he dreamed so vividly for a week straight this month, in a picture of himself and you gently feeding the other cake. Looking at one another as if they were the sun and stars above.
With each swipe of his thumb the memories come flooding back, less cryptic than they were before, hell than they were a few minutes ago. Feeling more solid, more tangible.
Real.
But what sends it all home, that Bakugou hadn't made you up, that his son he daydreamed of was real was the album dedicated to you.
Picture after fucking picture of you looking stunning. In his t-shirt with the fading skull under the moonlight. With you looking over your shoulder to see if he's following on a busy sidewalk. Of your side profile, face to the sun like a content cat, lips curled into a small, effortless smile. He knows the place in the last one, holding up his phone to the exact spot.
Here, on top of this apartment complex building, exactly where he stands.
Bakugou Katsuki begins to break.
Blasting the locked door to the rooftop open, rushing down a set of stairs to the apartment he came home to hundreds of times.
To the one he hadn't come home to that night. Your voice underwater again as the hazy fight comes to the front of his mind. It was over Momo wasn't it? Now and again that fight would come up, normally your insecurities blossomed under stress and after the two of you suffered a third loss in a row he knew you hadn't meant it.
Hadn't meant that he loved her more.
Fuck fuck but he proved you right didn't he?
All he can remember are bright lights and asking for his wife and saying it wasn't you. That it was Momo. After that the details get hazy.
Punching the code to the apartment door and it opens with ease. Instead of your sweet voice, or the smell of dinner or even the sweet scent of your shampoo he is met with a plume of dust.
The apartment is as the two of you left it. Images, no memories of the two of you flash around the apartment until it's all just blurred together.
His breath comes out shaky as he tries to come to terms with the past, wait how many years?
With the past six fucking years.
All six years he broke his promise to always be by your side.
You did so much alone because somehow he had forgotten.
Damning himself for it now.
Fuck fuck FUCK HE FUCKED THIS ALL UP and the things he said or probably said to you when he woke up. He needs to apologize. Needs to see you.
Needs to see his son and his family and, and
And why the fuck did no one tell him?
Why didn't you tell him? You were his wife weren't you?!
He rounds for the door as Kirishima huffs in the doorway.
"Why did you keep it from me?" Bakugou ignites, one hand grabbing onto his bare skin, trying to keep the rage at bay, to stop himself from attacking his best friend. Especially when tears are free falling from Eijirou's garnet eyes and the split lip Bakugou already gave him. Instead his hand heats up far too much, burning the skin beneath his glove, even then the ash blonde doesn't flinch. The pain was nothing compared to how he fucking felt.
How he knows he made you feel.
"I didn't want this. I didn't fucking want this." Kirishima chokes out, head still held high to block the doorway until his friend has calmed down, worried he'll go nuclear. He looked it with the sweat beading his brow, the grip on his arm as he damaged his skin.
"I just don't fucking get why no one told me. Why no one tried to fill me the fuck in THAT MOMO WAS NOW MY EX WIFE!" He grips at the front of his shirt.
"ALL OF YOU LET ME MISS SO MUCH. SO FUCKING MUCH OF MY SON'S LIFE. LET ME ACTIVELY CHEAT ON THE WOMAN OF MY DREAMS. LET ME LEAVE MY WIFE ALL ALONE." Bakugou's screaming now, with each syllable the room clouds with more of that dangerous caramel smell and at this point Kirishima isn't sure Bakugou is in control anymore. Still the mountainous man explodes in his own right.
"I WAS DOING AS YOU FUCKING ASKED!" It echoes around the room, skin reacting from his emotions as he goes unbreakable, "YOU ASKED ME TO WATCH HER. TO CARE FOR HER. TO DO WHAT SHE THOUGHT BEST AND I DID. THAT FUCKIN QUACK DOCTOR PRACTICALLY TOLD HER NOT TO TRY!"
Kirishima huffs, deactivating his quirk and still goes on, "I was against this from the start, I tried, I tried so so hard to help you and give hints as much as I could but the more Daiki grew, the more you weren't picking up on, I had to stop. For your wife's sake. She was…she was healing with every birthday Daiki had. And I wasn't going to break my promise to you, I kept her happy."
Burning ember eyes clash with molten garnet before Bakugou shakes his head. Both men winded as if they've run marathons.
"I'm glad you fought for her. I'm really fuckin thankful you did. But no one was FIGHTING FOR ME! EVERYONE WAS FINE WITH ME LIVING A FUCKIN LIE. EVERYONE INCLUDING HER!"
Eijirou sees the hurt in his eyes, in the tears that fall and evaporate with each swipe of Bakugou's hands. Almost burning his own cheeks in the process. Kirishima comes closer, slowly, ever so slowly he wraps his arms around his best friend. Around his brother, pulling him into his chest and squeezing him tightly.
"She never told me anything that happened while she stayed by your side in the hospital. Only what the doctor said. I think something bad happened but you'll have to ask her." Kirishima's booming voice is small, a quake to it as he feels Bakugou melt in his arms. Defeat and sorrow hardening the anger into brittle stone. Bakugou finally wraps his arms around a thick torso letting out yet another unsteady breath.
"I want to see her." He says with conviction and Kirishima knew better than to hold Bakugou back this time.
"Mommy, what are you doing?" Daiki asks, a bit of panic in his voice as he watches you stuff anything you can get your hands on in his room into a small duffle bag.
"Packing." One word answers are all you can manage as sadness and anger fight over the intention behind your actions.
“Okay so Daiki’s birthday party is going to be awesome! Mitsuki insisted on bringing the cake since Daiki gave her a handmade invitation. Everyone should be he- uh what’s going on?” Mina asks as she finally makes it to the door, watching you rush into your room across the hall. She sees the suitcase on Daiki’s bed, watches his little hands undo all of the work you just did by throwing the clothes back on the ground with scared, confused huffs.
Mina stands there for a moment before she springs into action, trying anything she can to figure out what exactly happened while you were out.
Guilt is a word too shallow for the feeling that Mitsuki has. The thing that sits heavy in her chest and weighs down her limbs. She can’t blame this feeling on old age, no no, this was all her fault. Should she be seeing Daiki? Is she trying to buy his love with this cake and hero merch he asked for, exploiting her knowledge of his dad that he knows nothing about. The thought is almost enough to freeze her to the concrete beneath her red bottom heels.
No, no if that were true she wouldn’t be having these thoughts in the first place, still it creeps in, weaving between every other thought or so. She made a mental note to talk to you about this, if she was over stepping boundaries by accepting the invitation he sent in “secret”. Mituski had called you right away and you explained that you knew from the start, had to help him spell out the address. Mitsuki would feel better if she had a mom to mom talk about it, since she was lucky enough to be in Daiki’s life, and by proxy, yours, she wasn’t going to fuck this up.
Not this time.
Mitsuki sighs, readjusting her grip on the bags in her hands and just as she's starting to feel okay about this party a familiar voice calls out to her.
“HAG?!” Bakugou screams, it's almost enough to jar Mitsuki. Despite the mistreatment she’s given you, since her son married you he never called her hag again. She turns on her heel, lip curled up in a snarl. To anyone else Mitsuki looked irritated, annoyed but her son knew that face. He made the same one when he was trying to smooth out the hurt that disrupted every rational thought.
“You fucking knew too?” He hisses and Mitsuki sighs, eyes flickering from her son to the giant behind him before boring right back into her son. Katsuki is shaken, burn mark winking in and out of Mitsuki’s peripheral as she holds eye contact with him.
Just as Katsuki is about to break the silence his mother does first. Voice strong and laced with emotion, shame, hurt, or maybe it was conviction. Katsuki wasn’t sure but he felt it pinch at the point of his heart, pulling it down into his stomach and he knew he needed to listen.
“If you thought for one second, one fucking second, that I knew about Daiki, that I knew about her being pregnat six years ago, then you’re dead fuckin wrong. Had I been let in on this little secret that I had a grandbaby on the way then we wouldn’t be standing here right now. You would have been forced to remember every goddamn detail even if I had to hit you with a fuckin lead pipe myself and all before she had that baby! But there’s a reason she didn’t tell me and I won’t shy away from the truth. I said nasty shit to her thinking I was ‘protecting’ you from another heartache, so wrapped up in it that I was willing to say shit I didn’t even mean. Tsk and you can bitch me out, tell me how you told me so later. But right now.” She points her finger in her son’s face, watches the anger slowly melt from his eyes as she goes on.
“That woman in there, your fuckin wife. Went through something you and I will never understand. I’m sure you were hurt too boy and that you’ve been hurtin but keep this shit in mind before you go in there and nuke the poor Kirishima residence. She made a decision and stood by it. She endured it because she thought it was best for her, for her baby, and for her family. And even though it doesn't fuckin feel like it, that means you too son. She did what she thought was best for you.”
He stares at his mom for a long, long time. She never was a mom in the traditional sense, not like he’d seen in the movies, or in books, hell hardly anyone was a mother like Mitsuki. She was loud, brash and down right irrational at times and yet Katuski doesn’t think he would have gotten along with anyone else. Would have wanted any other woman as his mom.
Mitsuki, as sharp-edged as she was, still knew best how to comfort her son. Knew exactly what to say that he would get it best, once she sees that he understands she turns back around. He sucks his teeth and walks towards her.
She waits for her son to catch up and when he falls into step both glaring at one another, after a moment she smiles, turning away but her son still catches the tears in her eyes.
"Glad you're back to normal Suki."
“Momma, please I don’t wanna go, it’s my birthday I-” He pulls away from you, your grip tight around his small arm as he tries to push your hand away with all his might.
“I’m sure everything is fine, I haven’t heard anything from Kirishima, let’s just have his party and then-”
“And then what?” You whirl around on Mina, “And then fucking what? We just wait for him to show up? To ruin our lives again? He’s- he’s done nothing but destroy me. It’s all he knows how to do, just look at his fuckin quirk.”
Tears cloud your vision, dropping your son’s arm and he runs towards Mina, hiding his face in the fabric of her bright pink pants. Mina’s eyebrows furrow, she hears it again. The sound of your heart shattering at her feet like the glass of a vase.
Smaller and smaller the shards get and Mina is starting to worry you won’t be able to put yourself back together after this. With horror you watch your son shrink away from you as you reach for him. Moving to stand behind Mina, face still to her leg and that acts as the final nail in the coffin. Body filled with the urge, the implosive need you’ve wanted to do since you got that phone call from Kirishima at two am.
You want to run away, get as far away as you can and cease to exist because all of this, of this fighting, this rebuilding?
It was useless, futile to fight against a fate that deems you unworthy of happiness.
Besides, Mina was ten times the mother you were, it wouldn’t hurt to leave Daiki with her now.
So you turn, rushing for the door with no plan, no money, no possessions, just the hurt in your heart. Only to run into a solid body. One that you want to melt in, tell them all of your woes as you soak through the black fabric your face rests against, the comforting smell of spiced caramel. You push yourself away from him, gasping as you stare into his eyes. Slowly Mina scoops up Daiki and takes him into another room.
“You don’t fuckin mean that.” His voice is gruff, each step he takes forward you take back until he has you almost cornered. Enough room that if you wanted to you could slip away but not without one of his powerful hands catching you.
“I-” You clear your throat and catching Kirishima out of the corner of your eye gives you strength, “I do fucking mean that!”
“Ever since you woke up, you, you’ve ruined everything that I thought we had.” Funny how even in the back of your mind you still blamed him over something he couldn’t control. Your balled fists moving on their own as you beat into his chest.
“You did this to us. You fucking DID THIS!” And he just lets you, lets you hit him until you’re shaking, tears falling down your cheeks in fat droplets. He grabs onto your wrist when you try to give one last week punch. Squeezing without hurting you as he searches your eyes.
He isn’t sure what he’s looking for anymore. Familiarity, love? It didn’t matter, none of this did, just the question that burned up his throat.
"Why didn’t you tell me?” He swallows thickly, “All this time I was, I was fucking drowning, and do you know who saved me?" You, sweetheart you. This whole time I was fighting to find you"
The room is shrouded in thick silence, the air tangled up with grief and things unsaid.
"So why weren't you fighting to find me?” His voice is strained, looking down at you and you know, as if it wasn’t obvious before, that he remembers.
Remembers everything, things would have been easier now if he hadn't, still there is the smallest part of you that is relieved.
Before you can answer, little hands fight with Mina and the door to the room as Daiki rushes in, having overheard everything.
"Dynamight-kun is my daddy?!" He stares up at the pro hero. At his idol as his eyes begin to water. The emotion is too big to fit in his chest and too confusing. He's overjoyed, elated, how cool that his dad was THE Dynamight but, "But that can't be right, Daddies don't make Mommies cry and you made my Momma cry!"
His little temper flares, running towards the pro and letting off the most powerful pops his little hands can muster. Tearing at the fabric of Bakugou's pants, exposing the skin of his thighs but the skin remains unmarred. Not from Daiki's control but from lack of power.
If Bakugou is ever allowed back into their lives, it's the first thing he's going to teach him because Daiki's explosions will only get more powerful from here on out.
Instinctively he gets down on Daiki's level, fighting his own emotions on all the things he's missed out on but he can already tell you're raising him perfectly on your own. Would he just fuck this up if he came into the picture now?
Bakugou takes off his glove with his teeth, grabbing onto Daiki's popping hand looking deep into his son's eyes. Letting his heart do the talking.
"Sometimes daddies fu- mess up and make Mommies cry. Sometimes Mommies make daddies cry." He squeezes his little fingers gently, hoping this won't be the last time he sees admiration for him in his son's eyes, "Everyone makes mistakes, even moms and dads. Do you forgive me? I didn't mean to be lost for so long."
He's asking Daiki, he's asking you. You look away, unable to stomach seeing the pair together. Not because you are jaded or bitter that Bakugou was naturally a good dad. Of fucking course he was.
But because it hurt too much. Hurt to think about how all this time you didn't have to do it 'alone' even though you had Mina and Kirishima, Gods know you appreciated all they did for you, you still wanted and needed the support of your fucking husband.
Daiki's eyes look back and forth between Bakugou's before he wraps his arms around his neck. Squeezing so tightly as if he'll never let go and immediately Katsuki hugs him back. Presses his little body to his chest and grits his teeth harshly to keep the tears from spilling over.
"I forgive you. Granny said you were lost, so it's not your fault just don't make Momma cry again." Daiki's voice is soft, quiet and kind, "But momma has to forgive you too."
Daiki pulls away but keeps his hand firmly pressed against Bakugou's throat, as if Katsuki will disappear if he doesn't.
Another disruption steals your answer away as Daichi bursts into the room, fat tears falling down his cheeks as he looks at his mom and dad. At Daiki, you and Bakugou's strained reunion.
"Does this mean Daiki and me aren't brothers anymore?" Daichi asks between hiccups, his quirk activating on its own as he tries to rub his eyes with jagged fingers. Kirishima is quick to catch his hands, grip a little too tight as the scar on his eyebrow throbs.
"Mindful." He says softly, before Eijirou can comfort him, Daiki tackles Daichi in a hug, uncaring that his quirk will hurt him. It wouldn't be the first time they accidentally hurt the other with their quirks.
"Of course we're still brothers!" He squeezes and his voice is confident but tears well in his eyes, "You'll always be my big brother!"
"And we can still be our own daddies?" Daichi hiccups again causing the room to erupt in laughter except for Katsuki and Mitsuki.
"I'll explain later." You giggle as you watch the two boys' sweet hug quickly turn into boyish rough housing. Things return to normal so easily for kids, maybe it was because they could forgive so easily. Knew their relationship and love for one another was far more important than pride.
But as with all things, one grows out of that.
Kirishima catches Bakugou staring at you, the red giant can tell his friend has more to say.
"Boys, come on. Let's go play outside while Mom and I get things ready for the Bakugous- ah for everyone. Okay?" He goes to usher everyone out but Daiki is hesitant.
"Wait!" He rushes out of Kirishima's hands and bashes his head against Bakugou's thigh, "I'll see you later?"
Bakugou's hand follows the natural curve of Daiki's head, soft blonde strands in his fingers.
"Yea kid. I'm sure as hell not goin anywhere now." Daiki searches Bakugou's eyes for the truth and when he sees it he smiles widely. Running towards the exit before stopping in his tracks turning on his heel to hug his mother's legs goodbye.
"Love you. Call me if daddy makes you cry again." He says it so softly and you smile.
"Love you too. Be safe sweetness." Daiki takes that as his dismissal before he rushes towards Daichi who's bouncing on one foot to the other as he calls over his shoulders.
"I will!"
Now with the room empty except for you two, Bakugou turns to face you. Brows furrowed silently waiting for your answer.
Fuck this was hard.
“I…The doctor said it was best to go with what you were saying. That Momo was your wife and it hurt. It really fucking hurt for us to have that argument and then you say that shit when you woke up?! What was I supposed to do Bakugou, I was obviously never good enough for you. Your mom was right about that.” A humorless laugh leaves your lips
“She said that?” His eyes are dark, before he blinks away the rage, “What did I say then?”
“You were a total fucking asshole! Calling me an extra, telling me not to use your given name.” A crack in your voice you wish you didn’t have, it hurt even after all this time, stupidly you go on, “Taht I was some damn extra and I shouldn’t exist.”
“Sweetheart...”
“Don’t, don’t you fucking dare use that again. You called her that too ya know. Here I was thinking I had a special pet name from you and-”
“And you did.” Bakugou runs his hands through his hair, “I didn’t call her too many pet names, and I-. Damn it. In my head I thought you were her assistant. I lost so much time but I remembered so much of you.”
It’s his turn for a humorless laugh,
“I made Momo your coffee, I remembered how you liked it. Kept ordering the flowers for her that you liked. Everytime I bought her a gift it was something I would have picked out for you.” He sighs out, “I dreamt of you, of our wedding. It had me so choked up I even called the hag about it.”
“Don’t call her that.” Habit to chide him over it. He should respect his mother, even if she did act like a total bitch sometimes.
“I just- I just took you wanting Momo and her wanting you, when you woke up as a sign that we weren’t meant to be together.” You openly sob now and he steps closer. Even as you try to push out of the hug until you give in, accepting his comfort at least for now. He squeezes and it feels good. Feels good to finally cry on his chest. To let it all out to the person you wanted comfort from the most.
The smallest part hated you for it, for giving into him. You-you couldn’t keep doing this.
“Fuck fate, fuck that quak doctor, and fuck the universe. Gods forbid but next time tell me. I’m sorry it took me so long to find my way. Please, please let me be Daiki’s dad.” He lets out a shaky breath, “Let me be your husband again.”
In the distance you can hear the kids screaming and laughing. Of Mina welcoming in a bunch of kids who shriek when they see Red Riot in full uniform. Thinking of your son, of the hurt on his face, of the brave face he’s put on this whole time when he so desperately wanted to have a dad you sigh out. The decision made itself.
"You can be his dad.." Relief floods his system but only for a moment, "But you can't be my husband again. Not now."
In that moment it was as if you ripped out Katuski’s heart, holding onto it greedily as it bled out in your hands. As much as it pained him, he understood completely. Look at how far his beautiful, amazing, capable fucking wife got without him.
So if you wanted to hold his heart and onto your own until the end of time, then you could have it. He was just thankful to be able to see his son and to see you, even if that was from afar.
“Okay, I can do that. Whatever you need me to be, I'll be.”
Six months later
“Tamaki, Mirio, seriously I can’t thank you enough.” You say as you place down your last box of office supplies onto your brand new desk just outside Mirio’s and Tamaki’s office.
“Please we were begging Kirishima to have you back.” Mirio winks, taking one of the cookies you brought as thanks.
“B-besides, we th-thought you interviewed well.” Tamaki teases, straiging papers on your desk.
“Ugh, Tamaki! Please I ruined that chair and your flooring.” You pinch the bridge of your nose, to be honest the embarrassment is what kept you away from their offer for so long.
“It was no big deal.” Mirio winks, “Just bring your son to make up for it. Well we’ll leave you to unpacking. Let us know if you need anything.”
“Will do.” You beam at them as Tamaki goes down the secure elevator with Mirio in tow. After a few moments of unpacking the elevator dings.
“Back already?”
“Delivery.” The man holds a vase filled with hydrangeas. Reluctantly you sign for the flowers and hold onto them. The card peaking out with no sender, only congratulations written on the card. You didn’t need a signature to know who it was from.
For a moment you stand there frozen, do you smash it against the floor? Nah that would be a mess, smash it in the trash can then? Holding the heavy thing over the plastic tub you lift your arms, about to let go only to hold the position until your arms burn.
Sighing you place them into the trash can and push it under your desk. You’d deal with that later.
Another ding of the elevator, eyes going up to be met with dark eyes. Instantly you stand, face stone cold as you’re met with the last person you ever wanted to see.
In all of her elegance and beauty Momo stands in the lobby across from you. The desk keeps some semblance of separation as you stare her down coldly.
“Tamaiki and Mirio are out. Please leave.”
“I’m not here to see them.” She says softly, removing her shades and sitting at a chair across from your desk. You stand there in your pencil skirt for a long time and think about the irony of the universe's timing, “I just want to talk, please.”
A full four minutes go by. She still sits stick straight in the chair, looking at you before you sigh for the thousandth time in your life. Sitting across from her with pursed lips.
“You don’t have to say anything, you don’t have to understand where I’m coming from and I do not expect you to forgive me.” You suck her teeth at that but she talks on, undisturbed, “Bakugou told me about what you said. I explained everything as best I could. When you came in that night, before you fell off the face of the Earth for Bakugou and myself, I was on the phone with Shouto. One airpod in so I could hear when you came back. Seeing my friend like that, lost and having forgotten everything made my chest ache. Made me think of how short life was and how much I was in love with Shouto. I’m sure Bakugou never told you but in the beginning neither of us wanted to have kids. We wanted to focus on our careers, well things changed. Bakuogu wanted more out of life than number one, he wanted to have a family and in the time he and I were apart we fell out of love.”
She looks away now, looks at the grain of the wooden desk top as if it were the most interesting thing in the world as she goes on.
“I honestly thought I didn’t want to have children. So we both agreed to part ways. Then I met Shouto and funny enough Bakugou pushed me towards him. Because Katsuki saw that I wanted Shouto and was holding myself back even after we had been divorced for a few years. He bragged about how he was a good guy. I went for it and then I left him because apparently I do want kids, Bakugou just wasn’t the right one to have them with. Seeing Bakugou in that hospital room, seeing him battered like that, it made me realize that kids aren’t the end all be all for me. That having a life with Shouto is what I want and besides if he’s ever ready to be a dad we can always adopt.”
She stands up then adding to the end, “I just wanted you to know that and to clear the air. I loved Bakugou, yes, when we were married and I love him dearly now, but nothing more than a friend. That man adores you. The whole six years he was looking at me, he was searching for you.”
You fight to keep your hands from gripping your shirt over your heart. She puts her sunglasses back on and you still see the movie star tears fall down the perfect apple of her cheeks. She gives a smile as if nothing is wrong before she walks towards the elevator doors that open for her. Once the chrome doors close you double over. No tears this time but the sting of it all starts in your heart and reaches out to your fingers as you squeeze your eyes shut.
When you finally open your eyes you see those damn flowers. Gently pulling them out of the trash can and putting them on the edge of your desk with a sigh.
A year later
Daiki runs in circles ahead of you as the two of you walk down the street as the sun paints the cityscape in shining golds.
"Yay! I'm so excited to spend the weekend at daddy's!" Daiki shrieks, "It's still so cool I've got a pro hero daddy!"
"Yes yes but remember your manners." You remind him and he continues letting out all of his extra energy.
"Yes momma. I'll be nice to daddy! I love him!" Daiki hasn't stopped talking about weekends with Daddy since the two of you arranged this co parenting ordeal. Daiki was taking it well although every now and again you’d catch him asking Kirishima how to make two people fall in love again.
You just didn’t want to get romantically involved with a hero again, heart unable to take the pain or the long nights of waiting and wondering.
And yet here you were in that flowy dress with the hydrangeas blooming on the moody fabric.
The door comes into view as Daiki launches himself with a mini explosion, banging on the door of the apartment the two of you once shared with a shout.
"DADDY!"
It isn’t long before the door opens to reveal Bakugou still in his uniform sans his grenades. Mask pushed up keeping his hair out of his eyes, cheeks covered in a bit of soot as his black hero uniform hugged his body like a second skin. His thirties were treating him kindly and if anything he was aging like a fine wine.
"There's my fire cracker!" He says with pride. Picking up his son and holding him close. Even pressing a kiss to his cheek. You smile softly, hiding the pain in your eyes realizing this is never going to get easier. Passing Daiki's backpack of clothes. Bakugou holds onto the strap, holding your gaze and you can tell he wants to say something. That there's a weight on the tip of his tongue.
"Stay." It's gentle, all the gruffness in his voice snuffed out. Daiki, of course, has plenty of energy for it.
"Sleep over! SLEEP OVER!" His little fists hit Bakugou's broad shoulders with delight.
"One night?" Vermillion eyes stare into yours deeply before a cocky smile spreads on his lips.
"Besides, after all this time, I still remember how you like your coffee."
EPILOGUE
It’s early in the morning but late for Bakugou to be home. The stove reads 6am as birds chirp lazily outside, sunning their wings before they belt into song. Something stirs from down the hall and he clenches his jaw. He hadn’t meant to be too loud coming in but that safe door needed some oil on its hinges.
“Morning, didn’t mean to wake you.” He says softly wrapping his arm around his wife, smiling up at him, eyes struggling to stay open, “Go back to bed, I’ll be there soon.”
“Need to be up anyway.” A yawn, reaching the counter to get the medicine. Bakugou doesn’t say anything, just watches his wife with a soft smile on his features.
In the meantime he grabs his black studded coffee cup, fills it up with ice and gets the sweet cream creamer from the fridge. He sets the coffee next to his wife on the counter, looking at the belt of bruises from the injections. His strong beautiful wife was doing everything to ensure that their growing child was safe. His heart feels full as he stares at the strongest woman he knows.
Stares at you as the sun peaks in through the blinds in sleepy oranges and pinks.
“Thanks sweetness.” You hum as he leans over. Pressing a kiss to the span of your swollen stomach.
“Feeling okay?” He asks, another kiss on your stomach, hands there for a moment and fighting back the choked feelings as his fingers are kicked away, just thankful he can be here now. You give a small nod and try to usher him to bed, knowing he had been working himself far too much.
Slowly you look outside, the clouds candied cotton as you take the first sip of your coffee, putting the radio on low before you prepare meals for the busy day ahead. A soft, sad ballad begins to play as you sway slowly. Singing the lyrics softly to what you thought was yourself until a husky voice speaks up from behind you.
"I used to hear this song….while I was away." He clears his throat, wrapping his arms around your middle, swaying you both now in time with the music, "Used to think it was sad. That I was trying to get a glimpse of something I didn't have or that I used to have. Now when I hear it. It means something else."
He spins you around, taking his hand in yours as he slowly sweeps you around the kitchen as if it were an elegant dance floor. Circling around with what would normally be somber music but here, in the early morning hours. Under the pastels of the sun and the intense, loving gaze of his burning ember eyes it feels nostalgic, warm.
"Now when I look in her eyes. I get a glimpse of us." He puts his forehead to yours smiling softly, "A glimpse of us and our future. No longer focusing on the past. Focusing on you, me, our children, happy, healthy and growing. I see us."
Tears prick your eyes, the two of you have vowed to one another to always fight for the other. No more past relationships or time lost, just what the two of you had now. He presses the softest kiss to your lips, pouring his heart and soul into it, he wants you to know that it has been and always will be you that holds his jagged heart.
"I love you, Sweetheart." He murmurs and you lean up on tiptoes to give him the same kiss back. That you will fight for yourself, for your kids, for him even if the odds are stacked against you, even in the shadow of doubt.
