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Bakugo and Kirishima, in my and @crystalwolfblog modern AU, alongside their lovely wives, Ayame and Haru (our OCs, of course)
The girls went shopping while the boys had one task - to bathe the pets! Unfortunately, even the heroes found this mundane task to be quite challenging! 😁
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𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐃 | 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈
cw. period pains. bakugo comforts you. just fluff tbh. unedited. gn! reader
note. posting it here bcos squonk won’t read it /lh
the house is eerily silent. which it shouldn’t be, considering katuski’s personality and your equally teasing personality that added fuel to his flames. yet, katsuki walks around in your apartment barefoot, towel in his hand to dry his freshly-showered, fine hair. it’s so quiet that he’s unnerved the only thing he can hear are the soft pit-pats of his feet and he’s rounding every corner, checking every room – even going as far to humorously opening the pantry as if you’d fit beside the canned goods and packaged noodles – to find signs of your presence.
were this any normal day, you’d be playfully glaring at him as you get on his nerves. affectionately, though, don’t get him wrong. katsuki may not say it aloud – how much he adores you, that is – but he knows you’re smart enough to know that he’s not going to keep somebody around his life this much if you didn’t mean much to him, much less sacrifice half of his bed space and live under the same roof of you.
which begs the question: where the hell were you?
scowling to himself, katsuki retreats to the bedroom to change into his grey sweatpants and black wife beater when finally, he hears a groan. the muffled whimper cut through the deafening silence hard enough he would’ve jumped in the spot were he not a pro-hero.
katsuki fumbles, throws the damp towel across the desk chair before approaching the bundle of blankets and a squishmallow pressed to your stomach. he can barely see you from here, hidden under the mountain of cotton and your cheek pressed to the pillow, but he hears enough. and the moment you let out another pained sigh, releasing a soft ‘fuck’ under your breath, the blond rips the blankets away from you and kneels beside the bed.
the sight that greets him tugs at his heart strings. you’re barely awake, teetering at the edge of sleep but kept awake by an apparent pain whose source he can’t quite identify. your lips are nearly chapped as well, face turning pale as beads of sweat dot along your hairline.
“oi,” he mumbles as softly as he could and grazes the pads of his knuckles against your skin. you’re not quite sick – not a fever, thankfully – but it doesn’t do much to ease his worries. if anything, katsuki has to resist the urge to curl you into his chest if only he wasn’t afraid you’re injured and might unintentionally hurt you. he’s more than aware he could be quite rough, and while you’ve assured him you don’t mind his brutish nature, katsuki would rather befriend that shitty nerd rather than lay a hand that wasn’t near as gentle as you deserved. “oi, brat. what’s wrong? do i take ya to the doctor?”
at the sound of his voice, you crack one eye open. that small peep is enough to grant you the image of your worried boyfriend, and you would’ve swooned over the fresh citrus body shower emanating from him until your abdomen constricted again, and your toes curl over the edge of the bed.
“oh, that is not good.”
“brat, tell me what’s wrong,” his voice grows deeper by the seconds that pass and you barely mutter out a respond. instead, you inhale a sharp breath, and katsuki’s weight makes the bed dip before you could utter anything else. “if you’re not gonna talk, then i’ll-”
“cramps,” you wince, “period cramps.”
“oh.”
katsuki’s seen you have cramps before. it’s quite normal, but it has never been this worse. he keeps up with your cycle every month to buy you chocolates and all the snacks you want beforehand, wanting your utmost comfort at such a time when you’re extra sensitive and in pain. but one glance at his phone told him that you’re earlier this month, and perhaps more needy when you twist on your side and tug at the hem of his tank top when he moves to leave.
“‘suki, don’t go,” you pout, and his scowl deepens because he’s katsuki bakugo, a fucking pro-hero and a strong guy, yet you’re making him blush without doing anything. “don’t leave...”
“i’m getting ya painkillers,” is his reason, but crawls back into bed with you anyway. he pretends to be annoyed when you kick off the blankets and snuggle into his chest instead, your bodies moving like clockwork as he drapes an arm around your waist and holds you close. however, the soothing motions he rubs at your back says otherwise, and he swears he can feel you smile on his shirt. “ya sure ya don’t need meds? there’s just right by the counter.”
“i’m fine. your big, strong muscles are enough to warm me up and i’m sure i’ll feel better soon with you here around.”
“what, am i your fucking personal teddy bear or some shit? that all i am to you?”
“yes, you are my personal teddy bear,” he rolls his eyes at your words, then playfully flicks your forehead. and just to annoy him further – because your boyfriend is undeniably a deadly combination of adorable and hot under any circumstance that you just can’t get enough of him – you steal a quick kiss to his cheek and laugh when katsuki groans in protest. “oh, shush. now do your job and comfort me while i’m bleeding out here.”
“weirdo,” he mutters.
“i’m your weirdo, and you love me.”
“yeah, yeah, whatever,” katsuki dismisses, and his flippant attitude contrasts with the way he’s making sure not to move as to not wake you up. you’ve made yourself comfortable using his bicep as a pillow, and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t internally combusting at the sight of you slowly falling asleep. it’s kind of hard to believe that this was even possible – to have someone trust him so much, to be the reason someone feels safe because katsuki is explosive, literally and figuratively – yet there you were, dozed off and muscles beginning to relaxed, that katsuki can’t help but let out a soft smile.
thankfully, you were asleep, because if you witnessed him dazing at you like a sap, you’d never let him hear the end of it. and he’s a thousand times more thankful because you’re too conked out to hear his raspy voice confess –
“i love you.”
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