katsuki versus heating pads
katsuki bakugo is appalled when he walks into the common dorm room and sees you, his sweet little girlfriend, curled up with a heating pad.
''oi! the fuck do you think you're doing?'' he huffs, frown on his face as he plops down next to you.
''suffering'' you grumble, scooting closer to him and laying your head on him.
''what the fuck is that'' he asks pointing to the hot pack as if it personally offended him (which it did).
you blink at him, confused. ''this? it's a heating pad katsuki, i'm pretty sure you know that.''
''because i'm having cramps and it relieves them?''
''why not me?'' he pouts. yes, he pouts. like actually pouts. over a heating pad.
''e-excuse me?'' you choke on your own spit.
''why didn't you call me, dumbass? i'm literally a human heating pad. i'm your human heating pad! aren't girlfriends supposed to depend on their boyfriends when they're on their periods or something?'' he grumbles, gently flicking your forehead.
you smack his hand away. ''katsuki bakugo, you cannot be the jealous over a heating pad!'' you chuckle.
his ears turn red. ''am not dumbass! just - why didn't you call me?'' he asks, quickly diverting the topic.
''i didn't realize my boyfriend was offering to be my heating pad, next time i'll call you, okay?'' you say, placing a quick peck on his cheek to placate him. it works.
he pulls the heating pad off you and replaces it with one large palm, using his other hand to pull you in closer by your waist. ''you better. now you want something to eat, princess?''
a/n: this man. oh my god this man. there's something about the thought of him taking care of me when i'm on my period that makes my heart flutter.