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Valentine’s Day

Helloooo! Happy Valentine’s Day everyone! I wrote this as a part of Spud Corner’s Valentines Collab, hosted by sweet bby @wootato. Big thanks as always to my amazing, talented, show-stopping wife @garbagepale-kid for proof reading and editing you’re the best love you forever bby give kitch.

Word Count: 5155

Katsuki Bakugo x Fem Reader

Rating: Chocolate (Fluff, SFW)

Warnings: Language, this is Bakugo we’re talking about here

“Oi, I said 7 O’clock! Why aren’t you ready yet?” Your boyfriend’s deep voice boomed from the front of your apartment, followed by the sound of your front door closing.

Panicking, your eyes darted to the digital clock beside your bed, afraid you had miscalculated the time, only for it to read 6:45. “Suki, you’re fifteen minutes early!” You called from the doorway of your room, “I’ll be ready in five, just stay out there!”

Six months ago, you had reluctantly agreed to go on a blind date at the urging of your childhood friend Mina, and it hadn’t been great. The guy had been cold and standoffish, clearly wanting to be anywhere else, and he’d even ended up taking you home early. You weren’t entirely sure why he’d chosen to invite you out again, just like you weren’t sure why you’d accepted, but looking back at it now? It was easily the best decision you’d ever made.

You smiled as you put on the earrings Katsuki had gotten you for Christmas and spritzed a bit of his favorite perfume before looking at yourself in the mirror one last time. After smoothing the wrinkles in your skirt, you grabbed the jacket you had set out and walked from your bedroom to the front of your apartment.

Katsuki was standing in the doorway of your kitchen, leaning against the counter and flipping through one of your many cookbooks when you rounded the corner. “I could teach you how to cook, you know, you don’t need these shitty things…” He trailed off as he turned around, taking you in. “Wow,” he breathed out, eyes raking up and down your figure to absorb every curve of your body.

All you could do was stand in the middle of the hall, fidgeting as a blush crept up your neck. He looked as good as always, wearing a charcoal grey long sleeve shirt that fit snugly on his chest, the sleeves hanging more loosely around his arms, and a pair of dark jeans. His signature smirk never left his lips as he slowly made his way across the room to you, placing his hands on your hips before pulling you close and pressing his lips against yours, making your heart jump out of your chest.

He pulled away, looking you up and down. “You ready or what?”

“Yeah! I’ve just got to put on my shoes.” You pulled out of his arms and made your way to your front door, where you noticed a bouquet of red roses sat on the table near the entryway.

A pair of strong arms wrapped around you as Katsuki bent down to rest his chin on your shoulder. “You weren’t supposed to see them just sitting there, damn it.” He whispered, kissing your cheek.

You turned yourself around, resting your head on his chest as you snuck your arms around his waist

“Happy Valentine’s day, Y/N.”

“I wasn’t expecting flowers. In fact,” you started, leaning back a little to jab him in the chest with your pointer finger. “you told me not to expect flowers. I didn’t take you for the sappy, romantic type, Suki.”

“Damn right, I’m not the sappy romantic type” He kissed your forehead before releasing you and gently pushing you away from him. “Get your shoes on, we’re gonna be late.” He grumbled, grabbing the flowers and bringing them into the kitchen to find a vase.

You slipped on your favorite pair of black strappy heels and smiled as you heard him rummaging through your cabinets, grumbling to himself. The kitchen fell silent as you let out a short laugh. Katsuki liked to pretend he wasn’t a big teddy bear, but after all the long nights and soft words meant only for your ears, you definitely knew better.

The blonde emerged from the kitchen empty-handed, looking you up and down for a second before fixing you with a firm look. “You should grab a heavier jacket.” He said, reaching for the coat closet to the right of the front door. You put a hand on his forearm to stop him, shaking your head.

“I’ll be fine! We won’t be outside for long anyway, right? Where are we going, anyway?” You ask as the cool February air sending chills up your spine as the front door swung open.

Katsuki looked doubtful but sighed, gently pushing you out the door. He then locked it and slipped his keys into his coat pocket before offering you an arm, leading the way down the steps.

You grinned up at him, giving his arm a small squeeze. “Hey, you never said where we’re going?”

“Nowhere if you don’t shut up.” He bumped your hip with his before reclaiming his arm and wrapping it around your waist as you made your trek through the city. Katsuki’s apartment was just a few blocks from your own, so it was no surprise that he’d walked to your place instead of driving What did surprise you was when the two of you strolled straight past the parking garage of his apartment complex.

Your steps faltered for a second, and Katsuki looked down at you with a quirked brow. “What?”

Your head twisted around, eyes zeroing in on the parking garage again. “We aren’t taking the car?” You asked, tilting your head to look up to him. The cold wind had caused his nose and cheeks to turn red, creating a semi-permanent blush on his face, and you couldn’t help but smile at how well it suited him.

“Restaurant isn’t too far from here. Why? You cold? I told you you should have grabbed a different coat.” He grumbled as he looked down at you and scowled. “What’re you smiling at, dumbass?”

“You’re pretty cute, Suki.” The small tease had the blush deepening across his cheeks, and you felt his arm tighten around you as you continued. “And no, I’m not cold. I just figured we were gonna drive.”

“I’m not cute, damn it. You’re cute.” His eyes turned up to avoid the satisfied smirk that settled on your lips.

You giggled as you made your way through the busy streets with Katsuki steering you away from other pedestrians as much as possible. Though you’d denied being cold, the low temperature and icy breezes were killing you, and you briefly regretted not doing as your boyfriend had suggested and grabbing a better coat. Katsuki ran hot, but not enough to offset the cold of late winter. Katsuki yanked you closer to him as someone came dangerously close to bumping your shoulder, and you let out a small squeak of surprise as you were smushed against his side.

Though he was off duty, he never let his guard down when he was in crowded places, especially when you were around. Katsuki was a pretty private person, so dates were few and far between, so when pictures of the two of you out to lunch surfaced online, he became even more reserved. He said that it was to keep his personal life exactly that, personal, but in reality, he knew his line of work and what villains did to heroes' loved ones.

Katsuki led you to a tall building, opening the heavy glass doors and ushering you inside. the lobby looked like it could have belonged to an upscale office building, the black matte walls complementing the cool marble floors. A desk situated at the center of the space was manned by a bored-looking security guard. But in the far corner of the lobby near one of the elevators, however, was a podium manned by a man in a black tuxedo. The host lifted his head as the two of you approached him, Katsuki dragging you behind him as you took in the intricate chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

“Welcome to The Peak, name on the reservation?” The man asked, and you noticed his eyes widen, smile faltering for a split second when he recognized the pro-hero standing before him.

“Bakugo, indoor seating on the east side of the building,” Katsuki answered from beside you, removing his hand from around your waist.

The host looked through his tablet, tilting his head as his brow furrowed. He looked to Katsuki once more, then back down. “What was the time on the reservation?”

“7:45,” You could hear the annoyance in his voice, and you took his hand that had previously been settled on your waist into yours and squeezed, knowing there wasn’t much to do to keep his short temper under wraps but hoped that your hand in his would help keep him grounded.

“I’m sorry, sir. I don’t see your name on the list. Is it possible you made a reservation at our Tokyo location?” The poor man was terrified, it was obvious he knew who Katsuki was and about his temper.

Katsuki clicked his tongue and huffed. “No, I didn’t make a reservation for the damn Tokyo location. I triple checked.” He barked, but quickly regained his composure when you elbowed him. “Are you sure? B-A-K-U-G-O. For two.” He asked, more calmly this time around.

The host cleared his throat and looked through the list once more, taking a little longer this time so as to make sure he was correct, not wanting to face the wrath that was Katsuki Bakugo. “No sir, I’m sorry I’m not seeing your name on the list. Did you get the confirmation email?”

Katsuki rolled his eyes but pulled out his phone, scrolling through his emails until he found what he was looking for. “Here, right there. Reservation for two, special seating request, 7:45 on February fifteen-” He froze. “Fuck me.” He locked his phone and shoved it back into his pocket as if it had burned him, gaze darting to the ceiling. “I made the reservation for the wrong day.”

“I’m sorry about that, sir. We currently have bar seating available, and if a table happens to open up we can move you.” The host told him, seemingly less nervous now that the intense gaze from the blonde was off of him. “I know chances are low but it’s an option.”

“It’s supposed to start raining soon, you really think I want my girlfriend getting sick because I can’t get a damn date right?” He turned on his heel and started walking to the entrance. “Whatever, I can cook something ten times better than whatever crap they serve here.” He looked back at you. “You comin’ or what?”

You nodded and rushed to be back at his side, taking the arm he offered to you. “So… are we going back to your place?” You asked, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

He sighed and led you down the street back towards his apartment. The streets weren’t as crowded so he didn’t make the move to put his arm around you, but he made sure to keep a watchful eye on anyone passing by whose gaze may have lingered a little too long. “We’ve got to stop and get some things first. What do you want?”

“Mmm… Oh! How about curry!” You exclaimed, loosening your grip on his arm just a bit as you jumped up and down. He pulled his hand from his pocket and slipped it into yours, staring down once he felt how cold your hand was.

“Damn it, woman. I told you to grab a heavier coat. Your hand is freezing.” He grumbled, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk, now taking both of your hands into his and bringing them up to his mouth, blowing hot air onto them and rubbing them together within his. “Or at least some gloves.”

“Oh, stop it, Suki! My hands just feel cold because you’re a human heater, they’re always cold compared to yours!” You whined, knowing you should have listened to him when he advised you to grab a coat, and really kicking yourself in the ass the longer the two of you stood on the sidewalk.

He rolled his eyes and dropped one of his hands, pulling you along to the corner store at the end of the street. You followed him around, watching as he picked out the needed ingredients for your dinner. “Stop starin’ at me and go get somethin’ for dessert, eh?”

“You’re gonna let me pick?” Your eyes widened in shock. He was always the one to choose dessert because he couldn’t handle sweets like you could. You smiled and kissed him on the cheek when he nodded and quickly made your way to the other side of the store.

Katsuki watched as you bounced away, his cheek tingling where you had kissed him. A soft smile tugged on his lips. He didn’t notice the shopkeeper come up behind him, and he jumped when the old man chuckled. “I remember when my lady and I were your ages. I had that same look in my eye that you have now.” Katsuki looked to the older man, he was staring off in the direction that you had disappeared in. “You make sure you take good care of her, son. Time flies. Before you know it you’ll be my age, running a little corner store with the love of your life.”

“Yeah yeah, gramps. I hear ya.” He said, feeling his cheeks heat up, embarrassed that he had been caught staring at you by a stranger. He turned his attention back to the area you had gone to as your head popped out from around the corner, a big grin on your face.

“Strawberry mochi!” You held up the packages as you made your way back to him. He rolled his eyes in feigned annoyance as the old man beside him chuckled again, patting him on the shoulder and making his way back up to the front.

“What?” You tilted your head to the side questioningly as you stopped in front of your boyfriend. “Too sweet? Should I get something else?”

“Tch, nothin’s too sweet for me.” He grabbed the mochi from you and put it in the basket, before wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you into a soft kiss, catching you off guard. Katsuki wasn’t one to show much PDA, but the store was fairly empty, and for some reason, he was taking the words of that old man to heart. “Come on, let’s get out of here before it starts raining, eh?”

You nodded and leaned into him as he led you to the front of the store. The old man and Katsuki shared a look before the former turned to you and smiled, handing you a box of chocolates. “Happy Valentine’s, this one’s on the house.”

Reluctantly, you took the box of chocolates from the older gentleman and smiled, bowing slightly. “Thank you.” You beamed at him once you stood up straight once more, he looked back to Katsuki and winked, not saying a word.

“Keep the change, Gramps. Tell your old lady I said hey.” Katsuki grabbed the chocolates from your hand and put them in the bag, then took your hand and squeezed as he led you into the cool night air once more.

The temperature seemed to have dropped drastically in the twenty minutes you had been in the store, and you shivered the moment you stepped outside. Katsuki noticed this and clicked his tongue, setting the bags down and shrugged off his coat, genty shoving it into your arms.

“No, It’s okay Suki. I’ll be fine.” You tried to give him the coat back but he rolled his eyes and refused to take it from you.

“Keep it. You’re not getting sick because you wouldn’t listen to me.” He picked the bag back up and sighed when he looked at you again. “What?”

“I won’t get sick, it’s just another ten minute walk to your house. I’ll be fine!” You tried once again to give him his coat back but he just glared down at you, flaring his nostrils. This obviously wasn’t up for discussion. “Fine.” You huffed, wrapping his coat around your shoulders, the scent of caramel and his cologne invading your nostrils. As soon as the coat was over your shoulders you wanted to smile. You were surrounded by Katsuki, and it made you happy. But you were trying to be mad at him for forcing you to take his coat, so you avoided eye contact, knowing if you looked at him you wouldn’t be able to hold back a smile.

“Are you done now? Can we go?” You didn’t bother to answer, just turned around and started walking in the direction of his apartment. “Oi! Don’t ignore me!” He caught up to you in just a few long strides and grabbed your arm, spinning you around to face him, his signature smirk plastered on his face as soon as he saw the smile that crept onto your lips. “Bet you’re warm now, aren’t you?”

A strong gust of wind swept through the city blocks, and your hands darted down to your skirt to keep it from blowing up with it. “Suki can we just go? I’ll tell you you were right when we get back to your place. I’m freezing!” You pulled his jacket tighter around you once you were able to let go of your skirt, pouting at him.

“You don’t have to tell me I’m right. I know I’m right. I’m always right.” Katsuki wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you close, kissing the top of your head before heading in the direction of his apartment. The streets had begun to empty out almost entirely. Those who were still out were either advertising their shops or rushing home, trying to beat the rain. Katsuki let out a sigh and slowed his steps, and you looked up to him, confusion written over your face. “Sorry I fucked up the reservation.”

“You don’t have to apologize. Mistakes happen, all that matters is that I get to spend the night with you. I don’t care what we do, I just want to be with you.” You reassured him, watching a scowl come across his face.

“I don’t make mistakes. Especially stupid ones like getting a stupid date wrong.” He grumbled, causing you to giggle. “S’not funny. I wanted tonight to be perfect.”

“Let me tell you what.” You stopped, standing in front of him. “Katsuki Bakugo.Any night I get to spend with you is perfect. We don’t need a fancy dinner for a perfect night. We could be in our pajamas sitting above the sushi shop watching crappy romance movies and I’d be happy because I’d be with you.” You pressed your pointer finger into his chest and he tried to hide his smile by turning his head.

“Whatever, dumbass. Let’s get going before you get sick.” He began walking once more, returning his arm to your shoulder.

The two of you had been taking your time making your way back, and had you known how fast the rain was coming in you wouldn’t have made that decision. Just five minutes from Katsuki’s place the sky opened up.

“Shit, this way.” He directed you to under the awning of a nearby shop and adjusted his jacket from your shoulders to cover your head. “Think you can run?”

“Suki, I’m wearing heels.” You pointed to your feet and he sighed. “I can try though.”

He nodded and offered you his hand. “Ready?”

Taking his hand in yours, you beamed up and him and nodded, letting him pull you into the rain and guide you to his place. It felt like you were a little kid again, running and playing in the rain with your friends, unable to hear your screams and giggles over the sound of the rain pounding on the pavement. While the jacket was doing an okay job at keeping the rain off the top of your body, it wasn’t so much the same for the lower half. Your skirt was drenched, and it felt like there were puddles in your shoes.

Each step you took was more difficult than the last, and just a block down from Katsuki’s apartment you felt the heel of your shoe snap, your ankle rolling as the jagged edge hit the ground. You yelped in pain and stopped in your tracks, causing Katsuki to double back and be back at your side in an instant, his hand leaving yours to come to your waist to help steady you.

“What?” He was on guard in an instant, always assuming the worst.

“My shoe broke,” you winced as you put pressure on your foot. “And I hurt my ankle.”

“I can’t bring you anywhere. How do you always manage to hurt yourself?” Katsuki adjusted the bag in his hands and turned his back to you, kneeling down. When you didn’t catch the hint he turned back to you. “Get on my back, dumbass. We’re almost home. I should have just carried you like this in the first place.”

You were ready to argue, tell him you could make the walk back, but you were cold, it was raining, your ankle hurt, and there was no way you were ready to put up a fight. Climbing onto his back, you wrapped your arms around his neck and took the bag from his hands so he could fold his hands behind himself to support you.

He made it to the doors of the lobby in a minute flat, gently setting you down so he could get the key card from the pocket of his jacket that was settled on your shoulders once more. Katsuki led the way to the elevator, you hobbling behind him, being careful to not put too much pressure on your hurt ankle. He punched the button for his floor and the two of you were standing there in silence, water dripping onto the floor beneath you as the elevator made its way up the building.

Walking into Katsuki’s apartment always took your breath away. His place was only a few blocks from yours, but they had two very different views. While his was near the top of one of the tallest buildings in the area, overlooking the busy city, yours was above a Sushi Shop that you had lucked out on because the owners were moving into a bigger place. It was cheap, close to your work, and, sure, it smelled like fish sometimes but it worked.

Katsuki’s clothes were drenched, his shirt was clinging to his body like a skin-tight suit and you couldn’t help but admire his build. The way his shoulders and arms moved beneath the fabric as he lifted the shirt over his head, and the way his skin glistened beneath the lights of his apartment. He was beautiful.

“You gonna go get dried off or what?” He looked over his shoulder, smirking when he caught you staring at him. “Go take a shower or something. Food will be done when you get out.”

Katsuki lived in a two-bedroom apartment. His room was at the end of a long hall, the other room serving as a home office and gym. The walls were decorated with his achievements from the past and two photos. One photo of his parents - Mitsuki told you she had snuck that photo in when they were helping him move, and he either never noticed it, or never bothered to take it down - and one photo of him standing with Deku and All Might at their graduation.

Attached to his bedroom was a massive bathroom, complete with a huge tub and separate shower, and his and hers sinks that he originally had no use for. Eventually, he’d started letting you keep some of your things on one side of the counter for when you would sleep over. You debated over whether you should take a bath or a shower, knowing the bath would feel amazing and would help soothe your ankle. You ultimately decided on the shower, because even though your ankle hurt, the shower would be faster, and after this evening's events, you wanted nothing more than to cuddle up next to Katsuki and let his warmth embrace you like a blanket.

After you’d cleaned up and changed, you made your way back to his room, searching for the clothes you left there the last time you stayed the night. Katsuki kept a couple of drawers cleared out for you, but you tried to keep the things you left over to a minimum, not wanting to completely take over his place. The only problem with that is that sometimes you left nothing but shorts, not a single shirt or pair of pants could be found anywhere in his room.

“Suki?” You called from the doorway of his room. “I can’t find a shirt, and I only have shorts!”

“So? Just wear something of mine!” His gruff voice boomed through the apartment over the sounds of the kitchen. “You know where my stuff is, just take whatever.”

Turning to his closet, you set sights on his favorite sweatshirt, which in turn, happened to be your favorite as well. You had only ever worn it once, while he was out of town. He was gone on a mission and asked you to stay at his place to keep an eye on it, and while you didn’t know this, he knew there was no reason for someone to be staying in his place. He lived in one of the most secure buildings in the area, but he didn’t like the thought of you staying at your apartment, with nothing but a deadbolt to keep you safe. You spotted the sweatshirt hanging up neatly with the rest of his jackets and pulled it over your head, the bottom of it reaching your mid-thighs, covering the shorts you were wearing.

“It smells good in here.” You made your way into the kitchen, snaking your arms around Katsuki as he stood in front of the stove, placing your cheek against his back. He had snuck back to the room at some point, exchanging his wet clothes for a pair of sweats and a black snug-fitting tank top. A yawn escaped you and Katsuki turned around, lifting your chin to give you a soft kiss on the lips.

“Of course it does, dumbass. I’m cooking.” He looked further down, the look of realization coming over him as he recognized his sweatshirt. He held you out at arms length, eyes trailing up and down your body, not unlike the way he took you in at your apartment earlier. His eyes finally settled on where the sweatshirt ended.

You tilted your head to the side, eyes wide, trying to read his expression. It was almost like you were thrown back to when you had first started dating, trying to figure out if he was angry or embarrassed or if he liked it. You played with the hem of the sweatshirt and looked down. “I can go change if you want. I know this one’s your favorite but it’s just so warm.”

Your words snapped him out of whatever trance he was in and he shook his head, a slight frown coming to his lips, offended that you would even consider changing. Katsuki gently pushed you to the other side of the kitchen, lifting you up and setting you on the cool, marbled surface of the counter. “The hell would you think I wanted you to change for, dumbass?”

“Because I couldn’t tell what you were thinking. I couldn't tell if you were angry or upset, so…” You trailed off, cheeks turning red from embarrassment. You liked to think you knew Katsuki well, but times like this is where he would throw you off, completely unexpecting anything he would say or do.

“Hell no, in fact, I never want to see a damn shirt of yours in here again. You look good, hell, even better than I do.” His voice fell to a whisper as he lifted your chin again, your eyes staring into his beautiful vermillion, lips just a few centimeters from his.

Katsuki was so sure you would be able to hear his heart beating out of his chest. Your smile, your laugh, the way you spoke so passionately about your work or listened intently to anything he said about his. His heart rate picked up any time you were near him. At first, he hated it, the tightness in his chest was uncomfortable, and even though it took him a little longer than most to realize, he finally understood what it was.

He took a shaky breath and tucked a strand of damp hair behind your ear before bringing your lips to his. Your hands bundled into his tank top, pulling him closer while one of his settled behind your head. There was something different about this kiss than any of the previous that had been shared between the two of you. It was soft, yet hungry at the same time, passionate like he would never be able to kiss you again.

A burning smell came from the stove, and Katsuki quickly pulled away, rushing to remove the pot from the burner, cursing as the contents bubbled and burned to the hot surface. He ran a spoon through the pot and cursed even louder when he realized the food was burnt to the bottom of the pan.

You couldn’t help but giggle, watching as your boyfriend tossed the pot into the sink. “Suki, I think someone’s trying to tell us we can’t have a good Valentine’s Day.”

His shoulders relaxed at the sound of your laugh, “to hell with them. I’m going to make this the best damn Valentine’s Day you’ve ever had.” He stood before you again, lifting you to sit on the counter and standing between your legs.

“It already has been the best Valentine’s Day.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him into another kiss.

Katsuki was the first to speak after you broke the kiss, resting his forehead on yours and pulling one of your hands away from his shirt, entwining your fingers with his. “I love you, Y/N.”

Your free hand moved up to his slightly damp hair, eyes staring up into his once more, a smile tugging at your lips. “I love you too, Katsuki.” This time, you were the one to pull him into a kiss, over the moon that he felt the same.

The tightness in Katsuki’s chest lifted the moment you spoke those three words to him. All of his worries and fears that you hadn’t felt the same melted away. You meant everything to him, and if he could freeze this moment in time, to hold you the way he was holding you like he is now for the rest of his life, he wouldn’t think twice about it.

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