Bakugou x pregnant reader
Bakugou forgets his lunch, and his pregnant partner brings it to him
“…Shit.”
Kirishima laughed from across the room. “Dude, you okay?”
“Tch. Forgot my damn lunch,” Bakugou growled, arms crossed. He could already imagine you at home, probably resting like he told you to do. He pulled his phone out, ready to text you don’t worry about it, when the door of his office slid open.
And there you were.
Waddling. Clearly pregnant. Holding his lunch bag.
Bakugou’s brain completely short-circuited.
“…What the hell are you doing here?” he snapped, already out of his seat, panic replacing irritation.
You smiled up at him, one hand on your lower back. “Hi, baby.”
“Why are you here?!” he hissed, hands hovering like he didn’t know whether to grab the bag or support you. “You’re supposed to be resting!”
You blinked at him, confused. “You forgot your lunch, so I brought it. I’m fine, Katsuki.”
He stared. “You walked all the way here?!”
“I waddled,” you corrected gently, amused. “Baby, I’m fine, it’s good exercise and I just couldn’t let you go hungry.”
Bakugou took the bag like it was fragile and then immediately put a hand on your arm.
“Thanks, babe, but I could’ve bought somethin’. You didn’t need to come all this way.”
Your expression fell just a little.
“…Oh.”
Uh-oh.
Bakugou saw your lips tremble, eyes getting glassy, and immediately panicked harder.
“You wouldn’t eat the food I made you,” you sniffed, hugging your belly.
“What—no!” he barked instantly. “Of course I would! The hell are you talkin’ about?”
You wiped at your eye, voice small. “You said you could’ve bought something.”
He froze, then groaned, rubbing his face. “That’s not—dammit, that’s not what I meant.”
You sniffed again. “I just wanted to take care of you.”
Bakugou dropped his voice, crouching a little so he was eye-level with you. “Hey. Hey. I love that you made this. I just didn’t want you pushin’ yourself.”
You looked up at him. “…You’re not mad?”
“No,” he said immediately. “I’m grateful. And worried. And I’m eatin’ every damn bite.”
Your face brightened instantly, like a switch flipped.
A smile bloomed. “You’re welcome.”
He huffed, pressing a kiss to your forehead despite being in the hallway. “You’re impossible.”
“You love me.”
“Tch. Yeah yeah .”
He walked you back toward the exit, one protective hand hovering near your back. “I’m callin’ a driver next time.”
You gasped. “Katsuki!”
“Not arguable.”
Later that evening, you were in the kitchen making yourself a snack something sweet and salty when the front door opened.
“I’m home,” Bakugou called.
Before you could answer, he was already behind you, arms carefully wrapping around your waist, lips pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek.
“How was your day?” he asked, softer than he’d ever sound to anyone else.
You leaned into him. “Good. The baby was very active.”
“Tch. Figures,” he muttered fondly, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Thanks again for the lunch. Best damn meal I’ve had all week.”
You smiled, warm and content. “You’re welcome.”
He squeezed you just a little. “Now sit down. I’ll finish that snack.”
“Bossy.”
“Protective,” he corrected.
And somehow, with him behind you and your baby safe between you, everything felt perfect.