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thebunnednun · 3 days ago

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Toast 6.

Pairing: Aged up!ProHero!Katsuki Bakugou x Ex!Pro hero!Reader x Best friend!Pro Hero!Hitoshi Shinsou

Katsuki has competition for you and his daughter.

Chapter 6: Park Party

You meet with Katsuki for your grandmothers will, He and bestie Hitoshi get into a fight, and your daughter Asuna almost dies. Plus, you get arrested! :D Good day huh?

Music:

1.Like Him 2.Me and your Mama 3.Fight night 4.Nightmare

Special shout out's to @rosaline756 who is sick AND @elarakive who is the inspo behind our manager. Also to @1chaerry for being lovely.

Her head whipped around to see Rumi and Eri approaching from behind. Katsuki glanced up at the sound, his face flushed as he quickly diverted his gaze. Eri, looking slightly apologetic, gave her a reassuring smile.

“See, she’s fine!” Rumi called out, her voice carrying over the park's bustle.

Rumi’s expression softened as her gaze flicked to the pair Asuna was with. Once she spotted Katsuki, her eyes narrowed, then widened in recognition, and a brief but friendly exchange passed between him and Rumi.

“Where have you been?” Rumi asked, her tone tinged with concern.

Asuna shrugged, passing Eri the soda. Eri took it from her with a grateful smile. “I had to use the bathroom and got caught up talking to Crybaby,” Asuna explained casually, brushing off the awkwardness of the situation.

Rumi squinted at her suspiciously, raising an eyebrow. “You took that long to use the bathroom?” she asked, though she agreed after a moment. “Guess we got worried when you disappeared like that.”

Just then, Katsuki’s eyes scanned the park, and he noticed you chatting with some of the other mothers. He straightened up, preparing to leave. "See you," he said to everyone, his gaze locking on Asuna again as he spoke.

“Bye, Asuna,” he added, his voice softer now.

Asuna smiled and nodded. “Thanks for the almonds,” she replied, watching as he turned and made his way toward the exit. After Katsuki disappeared into the crowd, Asuna’s face lit up with a sudden, unexpected energy.

“I want to play hide and seek,” she announced enthusiastically.

Rumi blinked, clearly caught off guard by the sudden change of subject.

“Hide and seek?” she asked, tilting her head in confusion.

Asuna nodded, grinning. “It’ll only be fun if we get to hide from a real pro hero,” she added, her eyes glinting with excitement.

Rumi chuckled, a smile tugging at her lips. “You’re right, that does sound fun.” She paused, glancing at Eri, and then gave Asuna a stern look. “But don’t go too far. Same goes for you, Eri.” The two girls nodded eagerly in agreement, and Rumi, after a deep breath, began to count aloud, her voice booming over the sound of the bustling park.

Asuna and Eri darted off as quietly as they could, weaving through the crowds before slipping behind a nearby tree. Asuna, finally feeling like she had a moment of peace, turned to Eri, her expression serious now. “I’ve been thinking,” she said, her voice dropping to a whisper. “I want to get closer to mom and hear what they talk about—especially you know who.”

Eri raised an eyebrow but nodded slowly. “If that’s what you need, I’m down to help. We just can’t get caught,” she whispered back, a mischievous spark in her eye.

Asuna grinned, teasing her. “Oh, so now you’ve got a cheeky streak in you, huh?”

Eri smirked back. “I’m always down for helping you out,” she said, sounding more confident than she usually did.

"Let's just make sure Rumi doesn’t catch us."

The girls scrambled out of the tree and each popped an earbud in their ears, calling each other on their phones to stay in touch while they split up. Asuna glanced over her shoulder at Eri, offering a low warning.

“Stay sharp, Rumi can be unpredictable.”

“And she hears everything!”

It was nearing 12:30 when you prepared to leave, the weight of the conversation with the other mothers lingering in the air. You were just about to turn to gather your things when you heard your name being called.

You froze.

‘Oh, God.’

You know that voice—

You turned, your heart sinking. Of all the times for him to show up.

The other mothers in the group instantly went quiet, eyes widening as they saw him—a towering figure, blonde hair tousled, his muscular build making his presence undeniable. He was easily 6’4, with broad shoulders and intense red eyes that seemed to cut through the crowd as he walked straight toward you.

“Oh!” one of the mothers exclaimed, her voice full of awe. “Wow, he’s a looker, isn’t he?” The comment sent a flutter through your stomach, something unfamiliar pulling at your chest. You quickly shook off the feeling, mentally snapping back into reality. ‘ Calm down,’ you told yourself. He was just here to drop off pictures. That’s it. Just business. ‘ Rita’s will.’ Nothing else.

‘Are those new piercings?’

You kept your posture composed, the slight upward curve of your lips revealing none of the inner chaos sparked by Katsuki’s sudden appearance. As he approached, the wind caught his hair, making it tousle just slightly, and the taut fit of his winter uniform even with the jacket thrown on highlighted every curve of his muscular frame. His presence alone had a gravitational pull, drawing attention effortlessly.

One of the mothers beside you let out a surprised gasp, her voice tinged with curiosity and excitement.

“I didn’t know he was your husband!” she exclaimed, her eyes wide with awe.

The word “ husband ” stopped your brain in its tracks.

For a moment, all thought ceased as you stared blankly ahead. Your mouth opened, a correction poised on your tongue, but no sound came out. The group had gone silent, and their gazes had shifted upward. Slowly, you turned, catching sight of him.

Katsuki.

He nodded in greeting, his sharp eyes meeting yours briefly before sweeping over you. He seemed to drink in every detail, his expression unreadable but his gaze unwavering.

He stood just a few feet away, watching you intently. The way your coat wrapped around you, snug but stylish, gave you a sleek silhouette that made him take a second glance. Your braids were freshly redone, each one pristine and framing your face in a way that made his heart beat a little faster. The boots on your feet looked both practical and chic, hugging your calves in a way that he found annoyingly captivating.

Then there was your lip gloss—wine-colored, glistening even under the cold, grey sky. It seemed to defy the dreary weather, standing out against the neutral tones of the park. He found himself fixated, his eyes lingering longer than they should. The rest of your makeup was light, subtle, but it enhanced the natural warmth of your features. Or maybe it was just your eyes.

There was something about the way they flickered, soft and warm, that made him feel strangely entranced.

He couldn’t help but notice a faint pink tinge on your cheeks and nose, likely from the chill in the air, though part of him liked to imagine it was something else—something his presence might have caused. He knew it wasn’t possible; your quirk didn’t allow for it. Still, the idea of it made his chest tighten in a way that was both irritating and exhilarating.

You always had this effect on him, though he’d never admit it.

The way you held yourself, so calm and collected on the outside, made him want to know what was beneath that surface. And today, in this cold park, with the lingering scent of roasted almonds in the air and the subtle hum of Christmas lights flickering in the distance, he found himself drawn to you once again.

Katsuki isn’t speaking, but his eyes are busy. They flicker between the photos, you, and the distant spot where he last saw Asuna. His gaze lingers on you, absorbing every detail—the way your sweats hug you perfectly, the subtle glow of your eyes, the delicate beauty of your lips. Time hasn't stopped for you, and he can see it in every nuance of your appearance, every quiet moment captured in the pictures between you.

Katsuki isn’t speaking, but his eyes tell you the truth.

They drift between the photo album resting on your lap, the way you sit beside him, and the direction where he last saw Asuna. His gaze settles on you, lingering on the curve of your cheek, the gloss of your lips, the freshness of your braids. There’s a quiet intensity in his eyes, as though he’s trying to memorize every detail, to capture this moment and hold it close.

Time hasn’t stopped for you, and Katsuki can feel its passage in every quiet glance, every unspoken word between you.

You glance up and catch him looking.

Something flickers across your face—hesitation, maybe, or the weight of something you’re not sure how to share. Katsuki knows you too well to miss it. He sees the slight furrow of your brow, the way your fingers trace the edges of the album, and he knows something’s on your mind. You can feel his gaze, heavy with concern and curiosity, and the silence between you stretches, taut and trembling.

“ Uh ,”

“ I –,”

Both of you move to speak at once, your words tangling in the air. You stop, laugh softly at the awkwardness of it, and gesture for him to go first. He shakes his head, lips pressing into a thin line.

"No, you go," he says, voice low, rough around the edges. You meet his eyes, a silent conversation passing between you, and in the end, you both pause, hesitant.

Katsuki breaks the stalemate with a frustrated growl, running his hands through his hair before slouching down to meet you at eye level. His expression softens, the tension in his shoulders easing as he tries to find the right words.

"I didn’t mean to push your boundaries last night," he says, his tone sincere, even if a little rough.

"But everything else I said...it still stands."

You nod, taking a steadying breath. "It’s been too many years to keep going like this," you reply, your voice soft but firm. Your thumb brushes over the edge of the next page in the album, the decision to tell him about Asuna weighing heavily on your mind. Not yet, you think. You need to talk to her first, to make sure she’s ready before you share this with him. The thought brings a pang of anxiety, but you push it down for now.

You flip the page, and the sight that greets you steals your breath.

The photograph captures a candid moment of you and Katsuki seated on the front steps of Rita's house.

The sun bathes the scene in a warm, golden glow, casting soft shadows that add depth to the image. Both of you are mid-laugh, the kind of laughter that comes from a shared joke or a funny mishap, your faces illuminated with unguarded joy. Katsuki's usual sharp features soften, his smile wide and genuine, while your eyes sparkle with happiness, the two of you caught in a moment that feels untouched by the world’s worries.

The series of pictures that follow tells a story of your shared journey. In one, Rita stands in the kitchen, her hands guiding Katsuki as he attempts to recreate your favorite meal. His brows are furrowed in concentration, a stark contrast to the satisfied grin he flashes once Rita pats his shoulder in approval. You can almost hear the cursing and smell the familiar scents wafting from the stovetop.

Another photo shows the two of you back-to-back before a school dance, dressed in your finest. Katsuki’s suit fits him perfectly, his usual scowl replaced with a slight smile. Your dress flows elegantly, his accessories made to match your attire. Both of you are looking over your shoulders, the excitement and anticipation of the night ahead captured perfectly in your matching grins.

You flick your eyes and the next photo is perhaps the most heartwarming of all. It's from a Christmas spent together, surrounded by the warmth of family. The two of you are sprawled out on the floor, amidst a sea of wrapping paper and ribbons.

The TV is tuned to an American Christmas movie about burglary, the fireplace is well lit and devoid of stockings. Rita has a cup of coffee steaming on the side table, her glasses hanging from her neck while she takes a shot with Mitsuki, who is on the couch wrapped up in Masura’s favorite blanket, while he handles the camera.

You are nestled inside a large box, a playful smile on your sleeping face, as if the box is the coziest bed in the world. Katsuki sits nearby, his gaze fixed on you, a softness in his eyes that rarely surfaces. It’s a look of contentment, of quiet admiration. Unbeknownst to him, the camera captures the moment he leans in slightly, his expression one of pure adornment before he’s caught in the act.

That Christmas.

The warmth of the fire, the laughter that filled the room, the sense of belonging that felt so fragile and yet so real. The memories are vivid, each image stirring a mix of nostalgia and longing. The next page shows a group photo of the whole family, including you and Rita, all smiles and togetherness. The happiness in that picture feels like a world away from where you are now, and the weight of it hits you hard.

Tears well up, unbidden, and you blink rapidly, trying to keep them at bay. But the memories, the emotions—

They’re too much to hold back.

Katsuki notices.

His hand reaches out, hesitating for a moment before resting gently on yours. The warmth of his touch grounds you, and when you look up, you see that same weight mirrored in his eyes. He’s thinking about it too—the time that’s passed, the things left unsaid, the moments you can’t get back. He’s thinking about Asuna, about you, about the family you once dreamed of having.

You can feel the unspoken question hanging in the air, the one you’re both too afraid to voice.

Where did the time go?

And can you ever find your way back?

Katsuki's heart is pounding like a war drum as he stares at you, watching the tears roll down your cheeks. His mind races, every instinct screaming at him to do something—anything—to take away your pain. He clenches his fists, digging his nails into his palms before muttering a soft,

" Fuck it ."

He drops to his knees in the grass in front of you, his hands reaching out tentatively before cupping your face. His warm thumbs, surprisingly soft and gentle despite the callouses from years of training, begin to wipe away your tears. His touch is hesitant but tender, as if he's afraid of breaking you.

"Stop," you whisper, trying to pull back, your voice trembling.

"I don't want to cry here... not in front of—"

But before you can finish, you're enveloped in a solid warmth, Katsuki's strong, muscular arms wrapping around you. He pulls you close, his grip firm yet comforting, like he's afraid you'll slip away if he lets go. You feel the wetness of his tears falling onto your scalp, and the slight tremor in his body tells you that he’s crying too.

The realization hits you like a wave—

Katsuki Bakugo, the man who rarely showed vulnerability, is breaking down with you.

Again.

You hesitate, your body stiffening for a moment as you wrestle with the propriety of this public display, with the weight of everything that’s happened: The villain attacks, the memory of holding Rita’s hand as she passed, the countless hours spent as a hero, and the challenge of raising Asuna.

It’s been so much, too much, and you’ve held it together for so long.

But your heart, your exhausted, battered heart, has had enough.

It craves the comfort of this moment, the safety in Katsuki’s arms.

With a shaky breath, you let go of the restraint you’ve clung to for so long. Your arms wrap around his broad back, fingers gripping the fabric of his jacket as you press yourself closer to him. The dam breaks, and you allow yourself to sob, the sound muffled against his chest.

Katsuki holds you tighter, his own tears mixing with yours as the weight of years spent apart, the missed chances, the unspoken words—all of it—comes crashing down. His hand cradles the back of your head, the other resting on your back, his fingers splayed out as if anchoring you to him.

You both cry, your tears mingling with the chill in the air, but for once, the cold doesn’t matter. The world fades away, leaving just the two of you, connected in this raw, unfiltered moment of shared grief and long-buried affection.

He never did stop loving you. How could he? Even through all the years apart, that love lingered, simmering beneath the surface, unspoken but always present. And in a way, you never stopped loving him either. How could you? Katsuki helped give you the most precious part of your life—your best friend for life. The thought sends a pang through your heart, a reminder of something important.

“Oh, shit ,” you whisper, your mind racing.

"Asuna ."

You sniff and turn your face up toward Katsuki, who’s looking at you with a mixture of concern and something softer—the fucking face that makes your heart ache.

Before you can react, he reaches for the hem of his shirt and uses it to gently wipe your nose.

The unexpected gesture makes you blink, your cheeks heating as you catch a glimpse of his well-defined abs. The sight is brief, but it lingers in your mind, reminding you how long it’s been since you’ve really noticed someone like that.

Sure, Mina dragg’s you out to clubs, and you’d gone to Class 1-A’s get-togethers to keep up appearances. But it wasn’t the same. The casual flings and fleeting attractions never filled the void.

Even the times you’d helped Hitoshi with his laundry brought a sense of familiarity, but not the spark you felt now.

You blink hard, trying to shake off the thoughts of Hitoshi.

This moment was about you and Katsuki, not the tangled mess of your other best friend asking weird questions.

Wind picks up, rustling the trees around the park, sending leaves spiraling through the air. Both of you react instinctively, grabbing the binders and photo albums before they can scatter. You stuff them back into Katsuki’s bag with hurried hands, both of you laughing softly at the urgency.

"Here," Katsuki says, offering you the bag. His voice is firm but gentle, his eyes locked on yours.

You start to protest, shaking your head. “I can’t—”

“Yeah you can,” he cuts you off, his tone leaving no room for argument. His hands linger on the bag for a moment longer before letting go, and you feel the weight of it, not just physically but emotionally.

You accept it with a small nod, glancing down at the bag. A flicker of curiosity prompts you to unzip the pocket and pull out a binder, the one with the freeze-lock.

It really is Rita’s will, intact and pristine.

A wave of emotion washes over you as you thumb through the pages, the reality of it crashing on you.

You close the binder and slip it back into the bag, zipping it closed with a sigh. For a moment, the two of you sit in silence, the distant chatter of children playing blending with the rustle of leaves and the hum of traffic in the background.

"I need to return your jacket from last night," you say, breaking the quiet.

Katsuki blinks, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion for a moment before realization dawns. He’d forgotten you still had his jacket.

“ ’S fine,” he replies, his voice low and soft. “Keep it, long as you need.”

The simple offer carries more weight than you expected, and you find yourself considering again, a small, grateful feeling tugging at your heart. You glance around, noticing the park beginning to clear as parents gather their children, the chill in the air growing sharper with the time going on.

You look back at Katsuki, his gaze steady on you, and he knows you have to say something more.

You glance up at Katsuki, your thoughts swirling with everything you want to say but can’t quite find the words for.

"Can we walk?" you ask softly. "It helps me think. There's... stuff I want to say."

Katsuki’s eyebrows rise in surprise, but he quickly nods. Without hesitation, he stands up and holds his hands out to you. For a brief second, you think about getting up on your own, but before you can act, he effortlessly lifts you to your feet.

It’s so easy for him, like you weigh nothing at all.

The sensation floods you with memories

Training sessions where he’d lift you without breaking a sweat, missions where he’d toss you into the air with perfect precision, the times he carried you on his shoulder and ran headlong into the ocean just for fun.

You even remember that chaotic night when Denki got everyone in trouble with the cops, and Katsuki hoisted you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes to make a quick escape.

Or that one ill-advised mission to break into Aizawa’s apartment for a surprise birthday party, which, unsurprisingly, did not go over well with the man himself.

Each memory rushes through you in a dizzying wave, grounding you in the present as you find yourself standing on your own two feet. Katsuki slings the bag over his shoulder, his crimson eyes locking onto yours with a quiet intensity.

"Where to?" he asks, his voice steady, a soft contrast to the tumultuous thoughts in your mind.

You glance around, taking in the park around you—the way the golden light filters through the trees, casting long shadows across the grass. The air is cool, the distant sound of traffic mingling with the rustle of leaves. It’s peaceful in a way that makes the weight in your chest a little lighter.

"Just... around," you say finally, motioning toward the winding path that leads out of the park.

"Let’s just walk for a bit."

Katsuki gives a slight nod and falls into step beside you, his presence comforting in its familiarity. The two of you walk in silence for a while, the only sounds are the crunch of gravel beneath your feet and the soft rustling of leaves.

Every so often, you catch him glancing at you, his expression unreadable, yet there’s something in his eyes that makes your heart ache in a way that’s both painful and soothing.

As you walk, the words you’ve been struggling to find begin to form, the weight of what you want to say pressing more heavily with each step.

The afternoon sun filters through the trees, casting dappled patterns across the path. The silence between you is easy, comfortable, filled with the lingering echoes of shared history.

Katsuki breaks the quiet first, his voice low but warm. "Did you get home safe last night?"

"Yeah," you reply, glancing over at him. "Thanks for asking. What about you?"

He shrugs, his usual nonchalant air tempered by the softness in his tone. "Crashed at Kirishima's condo."

You nod, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "I miss the big guy. He’s always been the best. So respectful and such a positive influence. I’m glad he's around for the younger generation."

Katsuki’s lips quirk into a faint grin at the mention of his closest friend. "Yeah, he’s a good guy."

As you walk past a cluster of trees, you remain blissfully unaware of the two little spies hiding just out of sight. Eri, twenty but still petite enough to blend in as a teen, peers out from behind a thick trunk.

Her long hair is tucked into a knitted beanie lined with a soft, slinky fabric, effectively disguising her. She watches you both with wide, curious eyes, biting her lip to suppress a noise. From her vantage point, she can barely contain her excitement.

Above, Asuna moves through the branches with practiced ease, her movements silent and precise thanks to her training with Shinsou.

She perches on a sturdy limb, her sharp eyes focused on you and Katsuki as you stroll along the path. The rustling leaves mask her presence as she keeps a close watch. Her heart pounds with anticipation, the thrill of sneaking around amplified by the mission at hand.

She flicks away a message from Shinsou asking why she dropped her location without context. His apartment is on the other side of the city, but her focus is here, on you.

"Do you hear anything? " Eri whispers, her gaze darting between the couple below and the large bunny-eared woman who’s scanning the park with a determined expression.

"Not yet ," Asuna responds, her voice barely a breath as she inches closer, her eyes narrowing in concentration. " I’m getting closer. "

Below, Rumi strides through the park, her sharp gaze sweeping across the playground. She peers into the playhouses, her presence immediately drawing the attention of a group of children. They swarm her, giggling and shouting excitedly as they try to climb her, their small hands grasping at her arms and legs.

"Can I have your autograph!?" one child squeals.

"Can you jump really high?" another asks, eyes wide with admiration.

Rumi chuckles, her usual fierce demeanor softened by the enthusiasm of the kids. She ruffles a few heads and signs autographs with a smirk, though her eyes never stop scanning the area, looking for any sign of the two mischief-makers she knows are hiding somewhere.

As you and Katsuki continue your walk, the sounds of laughter and playful screams fill the air, blending with the rustling leaves and distant hum of the city. The warmth of the sun contrasts with the cool breeze, creating a perfect harmony that seems to settle over the park.

Despite the serene surroundings, there’s a sense of anticipation in the air, a silent countdown ticking toward an inevitable reunion that neither you nor Katsuki are quite prepared for.

Katsuki's voice cuts through the tranquil park air, his words laced with curiosity. "Asuna's an interesting kid," he comments, his tone thoughtful.

You glance at him, the hint of a smile playing on your lips. "What makes you say that?"

He shifts the bag on his shoulder, his gaze fixed ahead.

"Had a conversation with her. She’s got a sharp mind. Quick wit. Reminds me of someone."

Your brows furrow, piecing together the timeline. You think back to yesterday. She mentioned running into some of your friends at the convenience store.

Katsuki continues, his face softening. "Yeah, nosey as all shit. She’s got this energy about her. Like she’s always thinking, always a step ahead."

Your heart warms at the mention of Asuna, a silent guilt swelling within you. You wonder how she’s faring with Rumi right now, considering texting the rabbit hero to check in. But before you can pull out your phone, Katsuki’s next question freezes you mid-step.

"So... how’d firefly get her eyes that color?"

The question is simple, but it hits you like a punch to the gut from All Might. Your foot catches on an uneven part of the path, and for a split second, gravity takes over.

Before you can hit the ground, Katsuki’s hands are on you, steady and sure, pulling you upright with ease.

" Watch where you're going ," he chides, his voice gruff but concerned. "City hasn't been listening to me about evening out this damn park."

You huff, brushing off the moment as best you can. "Thanks for the save."

"Don’t thank me," he mutters, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary.

Above you, hidden among the branches, Asuna watches the exchange with bated breath. She almost called out, her heart leaping into her throat, but the scarf over her mouth muffles any sound. Eri nudges her from the earbuds, silently urging her to stay quiet, their mission far from over.

You clear your throat, steadying yourself. "Her eyes are from her father. It’s hereditary."

Katsuki, in the midst of adjusting his boots, nearly trips at your words. His eyes widen as he stumbles, and you’re quick to grab his arm, pulling him back before he can fall.

"Careful," you say, the irony of the situation not lost on you. "You good?"

His expression shifts, concern etched into his features. "I wanted to ask if—" He hesitates, searching for the right words. "If her father... did he hurt you? Is that why you don’t wanna talk about it?"

The air grows heavy between you, the weight of unspoken truths pressing down. You take a breath, the familiar mix of dread and other emotions swirling into a potent cocktail in your chest. "Not exactly," you begin, but he’s already leaning closer, his eyes sharp and intense.

"It’s black and white," he insists. "Either yes or no."

You wave him off, walking a few steps ahead, the distance between you feeling like an insurmountable chasm. "It’s not that simple when you’re in love."

His footsteps falter, and when you turn, his face is a storm of emotions, his hands clenched in his pockets.

"You were in love with him?"

The wind picks up, rustling the leaves and carrying the sounds of the park around you.

Children’s laughter, the chatter of passing couples, the distant hum of traffic—all of it fades into the background as you lock eyes with Katsuki. His spiky hair is pushed back by his mask, and your braids snap upwards in the gust, creating a tableau of tension and unresolved feelings.

For a moment, the space between you feels like an entire universe, the weight of eight Jupiters pressing down. You see it in his eyes—the belief that he had been your only. The realization hits you like a tidal wave, threatening to pull you under.

Both of you could stand a million miles apart and it would still be closer.

Anger flickers at the edges of your thoughts, but it’s quickly doused by you acknowledging the hope that he hasn’t been creeping around town either. This conversation is harder than you ever imagined, the words caught in your throat, the memories threatening to overwhelm.

"You need love to make a baby, not just sex," you snap, the words leaving your mouth before you can filter them.

"I think other people would beg to differ," Katsuki retorts, his voice laced with frustration.

You both stand there, the tension crackling like static in the air. Katsuki sighs, his brows furrowed as he takes a step after you.

"Wait!" he calls out, his tone softer but no less insistent.

You pause, looking back at him, your expression guarded. His hand reaches out, catching the sleeve of your jacket, tugging lightly to keep you in place. His crimson eyes meet yours, filled with something you can’t quite name—earnestness, perhaps.

"I honestly just want to know," he admits, his voice low, almost pleading.

"Why?" you ask, the question hanging in the air between you, heavy with unspoken thoughts.

Katsuki’s throat tightens, that familiar, uncomfortable feeling rising within him. It’s the same sensation he gets when he wants to say something important but fears hurting you.

"I get it," he begins, his gaze falling to the ground. "I understand that you and me—we’re over. I shouldn’t linger on it. But..." He looks up, his expression raw and open in a way you rarely see.

"You were the only person I’ve ever been with. The only woman I’ve known. So, from the bottom of my heart, I want to know... Is Asuna—"

"Long time no see, huh?"

Both of you whip around at the sound of the familiar sultry voice, eyes widening in surprise.

There, striding towards you with the casual ease of a cat, is Hitoshi Shinsou.

"Hitoshi!" you call out, your voice filled with genuine surprise and a touch of relief.

Shinsou approaches, a slight smirk playing on his lips as he takes in the scene. His cool, collected demeanor is accentuated by his laid-back outfit—a dark purple tee peeking out from under a long, white thermal shirt, an oversized black coat draped over his frame.

His baggy blue jeans hang loose, a chain glinting in the sunlight with every step he takes. His usual five piercings catch the light, the small silver hoops and studs adding a subtle edge to his appearance.

A knitted cat ear beanie, deep violet and snug on his head, is the most telling feature, Eri’s handiwork, a gift she had made with care. His nails are still painted black, remnants of the day Asuna had experimented with new colors on him. Around his neck is a thick flannel scarf, a mismatch against his typically coordinated outfits.

You recognize it instantly—it’s the one you gave him, a rare splash of warmth in his otherwise dark wardrobe.

Katsuki’s gaze shifts from Shinsou’s nonchalant figure to his hands, his grip on your sleeve tightening slightly.

"What’s behind yer back?" Katsuki asks, his tone guarded, suspicious.

Shinsou’s smirk widens as he pulls his arms from behind him, revealing a bouquet of flowers.

The assortment of blooms is vibrant, the colors rich and varied, a stark contrast to the muted tones of his attire. He holds them out to you with a small flourish, his eyes meeting yours with a twinkle of amusement.

"For you," he says simply, the words carrying an unexpected weight.

You stare at the bouquet, momentarily taken aback.

The tension that had been suffocating moments before dissipates slightly, replaced by a confusing mix of emotions. Around you, the park continues in its lively rhythm—children’s laughter echoes from the playground, joggers pass by with the rhythmic thud of their feet against the path, and the rustling of leaves provides a soothing backdrop.

You take the bouquet, fingers brushing against Shinsou’s as you do.

"Thank you," you say softly, the gesture both surprising and comforting.

Katsuki’s eyes narrow slightly, watching the exchange with a mixture of curiosity and judgement, something he can’t quite place or doesn’t want to acknowledge.

Asuna, still hidden above in the branches, watches the scene unfold with wide eyes, her breath caught in her throat. Eri urges her again, a silent reminder to stay still, though her own curiosity is piqued by the unexpected appearance of Shinsou and the bouquet.

The wind picks up again, carrying the scent of the flowers between you, a brief pause in the whirlwind of emotions swirling around. And in that moment, with Shinsou standing cool and confident, Katsuki bristling with unspoken questions, and you holding the bouquet in your hands, the delicate balance between the past and present teeters, waiting to tip one way or the other.

Katsuki's jaw tightened, his grip on your sleeve loosening only to clench his fists at his sides. His voice, usually controlled despite its rough edges, began to rise.

"So, what? You just happen to be around, playing delivery boy? You always this much of a pain in the ass, or is today special?"

Shinsou’s smirk widened, his expression one of pure amusement.

"Relax, Bakugou. Not everything's about you," he said smoothly, his eyes flicking lazily over to you and back to Katsuki.

"But hey, if you want to make it about you, by all means, be my guest."

Katsuki’s face reddened, the vein in his temple visibly pulsing.

"Ya think this shit is funny?" His voice was low, dangerous, every word a growl. "You don’t know when to shut yer fucking mouth, do ya?"

Shinsou shrugged, nonchalant. "Only when it’s worth shutting up for. And right now? Not really seeing the point." He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a mocking whisper.

"Still the same, huh? Sixteen-year-old with anger issues cosplaying as a hero."

Katsuki’s teeth ground together audibly, and before you could intervene, his body tensed, his stance shifting forward.

"You wanna do this right here? Or ya wanna take this somewhere else?" he snapped, eyes blazing with the intensity of an imminent explosion.

"Stop it!" you shouted, stepping between them, but neither seemed to hear you, their gazes locked in a deadly stand-off.

Just as you prepared to use your quirk to separate them, your phone buzzed in your pocket, the vibration jolting you slightly. You stepped back, pulling it out and glancing at the screen—Rumi’s contact flashing in bold letters. With a frustrated sigh, you answered, retreating a few more steps to hear her over the escalating tension.

"Hey," Rumi’s voice came through, sharp but concerned. "Everything okay?"

You opened your mouth to respond, but above you, Asuna leaned in closer, trying to catch every word of the brewing argument below. Eri’s panicked voice buzzed through the comm in Asuna’s ear.

"Rumi already caught me! I can’t stall anymore! Dad’s calling!" Eri’s whisper was frantic, almost shaking with nerves.

"Asuna?" you muttered under your breath, your heart sinking further. Meanwhile, Rumi’s voice grew more insistent. "What’s going on? Is Asuna with you?"

"No, she’s—" your words cut off as you saw Katsuki finally snap.

"Go fuck yourself, Shinsou."

Katsuki spat, stepping forward, fists ready to fly. Hitsohi, for his part, only raised an eyebrow, the smirk on his face never faltering.

"Touched a nerve, did I?" he drawled, eyes gleaming with something dangerous. "You’ve got a lot of sensitivity left for someone who’s supposed to be a pro, Bakugou."

Before the situation could spiral any further, two figures sprinted into view—

Kirishima, his broad frame instantly recognizable, and Mina, her pink hair flying wildly as she ran.

"Whoa, whoa! Cool it, guys!" Kirishima shouted, inserting himself between Katsuki and Shinsou, his hands up in a placating gesture.

"What’s going on here?"

Mina grabbed Shinsou by the arm, pulling him back with surprising strength. "Seriously, chill out! What are you, five?" she chided, though her voice was more concerned than scolding.

Katsuki did NOT want to fucking see Mina right now.

As the tension began to wane under their intervention, another figure appeared—

Rumi.

Sprinting toward you all, her expression set in grim determination. Slung over her shoulder, Eri clung tightly, her wide eyes darting between the adults in panic. Rumi skidded to a halt, setting Eri down gently before straightening.

"Glad everyone’s here," she panted, though her tone was far from relieved.

"Why?" Katsuki asked, his brows knitting together in confusion.

"Asuna’s missing."

The words hit like a bomb, the weight of them sinking into the air around you all.

You felt your legs weaken as the color drained from your face. Tears welled up in your eyes, streaming down your cheeks before you could even register or stop the motion. Frantically, your fingers fumbled with the phone in your hand, the one linked to Asuna’s tracker. But as you accessed the interface, a cold realization hit you—it wasn’t responding.

The tracker wasn’t on her.

It was on you.

"No... no , no , no ," you whispered, panic clawing at your chest.

Katsuki and Shinsou froze, the gravity of Rumi’s words pulling them out of their animosity. Both of their faces paled, their expressions shifting from anger to pure, unadulterated fear.

"Asuna’s missing?" Katsuki’s voice was strained, his eyes wide with horror.

Shinsou’s usually calm demeanor cracked, a flicker of panic crossing his features.

"What do you mean, missing?" he demanded, stepping forward.

“I mean I haven’t seen the kid in over two hours and she isn’t picking up her damn phone!”

Everyone else seemed to fade into the background as the realization hit home.

The park, once bustling with life, now felt eerily quiet, the distant sounds of city life drowned out by the pounding of your heart. For a moment, time stood still, the weight of Asuna’s absence pressing down on all of you like a suffocating blanket.

Your chest tightened, each breath shallower than the last as your mind raced, thoughts spiraling into a storm of fear and self-recrimination.

The hug —The way Asuna had clung to you before you left.

Her smile —So carefree as she sprinted past the gates and into the building.

The unfinished conversation about her father lingered in your mind like a haunting echo.

Was that the last time you would see her?

The thought sent a fresh wave of nausea surging through you.

‘Is this happening because of me? ’

The question tore at your heart. Your failures as a mother loomed large, every small misstep now magnified into catastrophic proportions. Her asthma. She hadn’t had an attack in months, but that didn’t mean she was safe. You knew how suddenly it could strike, how it could rob her of air when she needed it most.

What if she was alone?

Your fingers moved on autopilot, logging into the location app on your phone and inputting her information with trembling hands. The voices around you blurred into a cacophony of panic—Rumi's sharp questions directed at Eri, whose face turned a deep crimson as she stammered under the pressure.

"I-I don't know where she is! She was here, and then she—"

Aizawa’s voice, usually so composed, crackled through the phone with uncharacteristic urgency.

"Eri, stay calm. Where was the last place you saw her?"

Shinsou pulled out his phone, flipping through it rapidly. "She dropped her location to me, but..." He cursed under his breath.

"It’s expired."

Kirishima waved down a local officer, trying to explain the situation with gestures that grew increasingly frantic. Mina, tears brimming in her eyes, kept trying Asuna’s phone, her voice cracking as she spoke into the receiver.

"Pick up... please, just pick up!"

This was all too much.

The noise, the panic, the memories. The time a villain had followed Asuna home, how her quirk malfunctioning had inadvertently saved her life.

‘Could that have happened again?’

The idea wrapped around your heart like a vice, squeezing until the world around you began to blur.

Would you ever see her safe and sound again?

Or was this the beginning of a nightmare that would end with another funeral?

Yesterday, you buried the woman that raised you.

Would you have to bury your daughter now too?

"Fuck no."

You couldn’t hear anyone, couldn’t focus on anything except the paralyzing fear in your chest. Your vision tunneled, the edges fading to black, until Katsuki’s voice cut through the haze, rough and commanding.

“Hey! Look at me!” His hands gripped your shoulders firmly but not harshly. “Breathe. In... and out.” His voice softened slightly, the anger in it replaced by something steadier, almost gentle. “You’ve got this. Come on, do the shitty exercises.”

Mechanically, you followed his lead, your breaths syncing with his as he guided you through the familiar routine. Your mind was still a blur, but you clung to the rhythm, your fingers continuing to work on bypassing the security on Asuna’s phone.

“I promise you,” Katsuki said, his voice low, steady.

“We’re going to find her. I swear it.”

You felt his hands—warm but not burning—gently holding your wrists, pulling them up in front of you. “Look at me. We’re gonna do this together, alright?” His voice was calm yet firm, cutting through the fog in your mind, pulling you back just a little.

His red eyes locked onto yours, and for a moment, you were transfixed. You could see the determination there, the desperation beneath it all. He was trying. He was really trying.

For you.

“Come on,” he said, his voice softer now, more controlled. “I know it’s shit right now, but you’ve gotta breathe through it. You’re not alone, got it?” His thumbs rubbed light circles against your palms, grounding you. “You’re pissed, you’re hurt, and that’s fine. You get to feel that way. Just don’t hurt yourself because of this.”

The validation in his words hit you like a wave. Your chest tightened, your breaths still coming too fast, too shallow. The fire inside you flickered more violently, and you pulled your burning hands away from him, almost like they’d scalded you.

“I can’t—” you gasped, your voice cracking.

“I can’t stop it, Katsuki. It’s… I need to find her.”

You stumbled back a few steps, the air rushing into your lungs in desperate, greedy gulps. It felt like you couldn’t get enough, like no matter how hard you tried to breathe, it’d never be enough. The world around you was spinning, and you were crumbling.

Katsuki didn’t say anything at first.

He just watched you for a moment, his jaw tightening as he saw you fall apart in front of him. His fingers twitched at his sides, wanting to grab you, to pull you close, but he held back. He knew you didn’t want to be touched right now.

So instead, he lowered himself to better see you, hands sitting on his knees just two steps away.

Fuck anyone who thought he looked silly.

He was close enough that you could feel the warmth of his presence, but he gave you space. His breathing remained steady, deep and calm, like he was trying to show you that you were okay.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said softly, his voice low, almost a whisper.

“You hear me? I’m not leaving you to figure this shit out on your own.”

You didn’t respond, your body still tensed up, shaking. You could feel the cold of the winter air seeping into your skin, but it was like your quirk was fighting back against it, flames sparking and sputtering under the surface. You were torn between the cold and the heat, between your need to feel control and your fear that you’d lose your daughter again.

“I know it feels like everything’s closing in on you,” Katsuki continued, his voice steady and unwavering, “but you’ve gotta fight it. And I know you can.” There was a pause, the wind howling around the two of you as the park buzzed faintly in the distance.

“You’re going to find her. I’m not letting you hurt yourself because of some stupid voice in yer head. Not again.”

His words hung in the air, heavy with meaning, with commitment. He wasn’t going to let you spiral, wasn’t going to let you fall into that darkness again. You could hear the unspoken worry in his voice, the fear that you might break yourself trying to fight through this.

You swallowed hard, your dry throat burning with the effort. The cold air felt sharp as it scraped through your lungs, and for a second, it felt like you might shatter. You wanted to scream, to cry, to let it all out, but instead, you just stood up taller, pressing one hand to your chest as you punched commands to the phone.

Katsuki shifted beside you, and you could feel him there, like a steady presence keeping you tethered. He wasn’t leaving. He wasn’t running from the mess, from the fire.

Your fire.

“I don’t know what the hell I’m doing,” he admitted quietly, his voice soft but firm. “But I’m here. And you’re gonna be okay.”

He didn’t touch you, didn’t force you to move. He just squats there with you, his presence solid and unyielding, waiting for you to breathe, to come back to yourself.

Mechanically, you begin to follow his lead, your breaths syncing with his as he guides you through the familiar routine. Your mind was still a blur, but you clung to the rhythm, your fingers continuing to work on bypassing the security on Asuna’s phone.

"I promise you," Katsuki said, his voice low, steady.

"We’re going to find her. I swear it."

He takes Hitoshi's flowers from your hands, carefully tucking them into his bookbag before stepping back. Your phone dinged, and your heart lurched as you read the notification:

Her coordinates.

No sooner than the location hit your phone did Aizawa arrived, running up as Kirishima waved him over. Shinsou was showing pictures of Asuna to the officer, flipping between his wallet and phone, his normally stoic face etched with worry.

"She’s... right here?" you whispered, your voice shaking as you stared at the screen.

"Her phone is here!"

Everyone looked around, scanning the area with wide, desperate eyes. But there was nothing.

No sign of Asuna.

The realization hit you like a physical blow, and the scream that tore from your throat was raw, born of fear and frustration. Stomping forward you looked out into the field of flowers and the ice skating rink before your eyes confirmed it, she isn't here.

You kick a nearby tree, the impact sends a shock through your leg, but it doesn't matter. The pain was a welcome distraction from the chaos in your soul.

Katsuki makes the others stand back from you, as remnants of your quirk kicked up and your lava began to burn away the base of the tree, socks and boots also melting away with your right foot now exposed and smoking with a foul order entering the air that reflected how nasty you felt inside.

What you felt fall onto your scalp, however, made you freeze. Your breath hitched as you looked down and let it all into your hand.

A sugar-coated almond?

Your heart thudded in your chest as your mind raced.

Asuna’s favorite snack.

Before you could fully process it, a blur of movement in the tree above caught your eye.

Something, or someone, came crashing down, colliding directly with Katsuki.

He stumbled back, hands instinctively going up to catch the figure that had fallen from the branches. Relief and panic warred within you as you watched Katsuki grip her shoulders, holding her steady. Her face was flushed, her breath coming in short gasps, but she was there—

Alive .

"Asuna!"

Everyone surged forward, voices overlapping in a chaotic symphony of concern and relief. Asuna hunches in the center, a mix of confusion and exhaustion etched into her face. Leaves and twigs stick out of her braids, tangled with the soft fabric of her scarf. Her wide, shell-shocked eyes darted from one person to the next, unable to process the barrage of questions.

"Asuna, what happened?" Hitoshi's voice was the first to cut through the din, calm but edged with urgency. His hand hovered near her shoulder, hesitant yet ready to steady her if she faltered.

Before she could respond, Katsuki stepped in, wrapping an arm around both you and Asuna, his protective instincts kicking in.

"Back off!" he barked, voice sharp as he sensed her growing distress. But even as he spoke, the groaning sound of the tree behind you reached a breaking point.

The tree, unable to withstand the force of your kick and the intense heat from your quirk’s sudden activation, began to give way. Smoke curled from the blackened bark, the air heavy with the scent of scorched wood.

"Move!" Katsuki’s arm tightened around you both, and with a swift, practiced motion, he propelled all three of you backwards as the tree collapsed with a deafening crash. Sparks flew as the ground trembled beneath the impact, sending people scrambling back with screams of terror, the scene descending into chaos as onlookers assumed the worst—

A villain attack.

Your breathing hitched, panic threatening to overwhelm you again. The crowd’s shouts blurred into a haze, their thoughts spiraling into worst-case scenarios.

Just as the panic reached its peak, Asuna wobbled up onto her knees, hands trembling as she raised them. A shimmering barrier of energy flickered to life around the smoldering remains of the tree.

The glowing shield expanded, encasing the flames and heat, creating a makeshift box around the burning debris. Her face contorted in concentration, her body visibly trembling as she compressed the energy, the barrier shrinking tighter and tighter until the tree was reduced to nothing but a smoldering patch of grass, too hot to touch or even approach.

The tension in your chest eased just a fraction as Katsuki helped you both to your feet. His eyes, usually filled with a spark of defiance, were softened now, filled with a mixture of worry and relief as he steadied Asuna. Hitoshi appeared beside you, his brows knitted together as he reached out to offer support, his hand briefly brushing yours in reassurance.

"Asuna, what happened?" you asked, voice shaky but determined. You had to understand what had led to this moment.

She opened her mouth, but the words caught in her throat. The crowd pressed closer again, their concerned faces creating a wall of noise and questions that threatened to suffocate her. Her breathing quickened, her hands clenching at her sides as she struggled to form a coherent sentence.

"Give her some space!" Katsuki's voice boomed, his towering presence helping to create a barrier between Asuna and the pressing throng. His arms spread wide as he urged the others to step back, his own face set in a mask of calm determination despite the chaos around him.

Asuna tries to exhale, her chest rising and falling rapidly, but the smoke from the burning tree had already infiltrated her lungs. Her breaths become shallow, wheezing gasps, each one a struggle. She presses a hand to her chest, panic evident in her eyes.

"Asuna!" you called, your voice cracking. "Your inhaler—"

Eri, wide-eyed but quick to react, fumbled in her coat pockets before pulling out the small device. She threw it to Katsuki, who caught it in a swift motion and handed it to you. You knelt in front of Asuna, your hands steady despite the turmoil in your heart, pressing the inhaler to her lips.

"Two pumps," you whispered, your voice soothing. "Breathe out."

Asuna obeyed, taking two short bursts before inhaling deeply. She coughed, the harsh sound reverberating through the clearing, her body wracked with the effort. But slowly, her breathing began to even out, the color returning to her cheeks as the medicine worked its way through her system.

Inside, though, Asuna was still spiraling.

The sheer number of people surrounding her, the guilt of what she had put you through—it all pressed down on her, threatening to consume her. Her hands trembled as she reached out, clutching your arm as if anchoring herself to reality.

"I’m sorry," she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I didn’t mean to... I didn’t know..."

Your heart ached at the sight of her struggling, the weight of her panic and guilt mirrored in her tear-filled eyes. You pulled her into a tight embrace, whispering soothing words as you rubbed circles on her back.

"Why are you sorry?" you murmured, voice steady despite the turmoil in your heart. "You’re safe now. That’s all that matters."

Around you, the others stood in a protective semi-circle, their expressions a mix of relief and lingering concern.

Shinsou’s gaze remained on Asuna, his usual stoicism tempered with a softness that hinted at his own worry. Rumi and Kirishima kept the crowd at bay, his reassuring smile doing its best to calm the onlookers.

Mina, tears still glistening in her eyes, hovered nearby, her phone in hand, ready to call for help if needed. Asuna’s breathing continued to slow, her grip on you loosening as the tension in her body began to ease. She was still shaken, the adrenaline crash leaving her drained, but the worst was over.

For now.

The air around you felt suffocating, thick with the weight of the moment as everything seemed to slow to a crawl.

Asuna’s trembling hand reached out, seeking comfort, and Hitoshi was quick to respond, his own hand steady as he took hers. His voice, quiet and steady, began to hum—a familiar melody meant to soothe her in the way he had done so many times before. The hum reverberated through her, and she tried, desperately, to breathe deeply like the doctors had taught her all those years ago.

But despite her best efforts, the panic didn't subside.

Her chest constricted with each breath, a reminder of how her quirk had taken control of the situation, spiraling out of her grasp. And under the surface, guilt gnawed at her. 'I should have just trusted you ,' she thought. Should’ve waited to have this conversation with you. But it was too late now, and the reality of the moment crashed into her.

She had put you through this— again .

Tears fell silently from her eyes as she thought of how badly she had fucked up, the emotional dam that had been holding back the tears finally breaking under the weight of everything. You were there, kneeling in front of her, picking out twigs and leaves from her hair, your fingers trembling as they gently brushed through the strands.

You don't notice the tears falling from your own eyes, the guilt of what had just happened rushing in like a tide. Your heart twist's with the thought that your quirk had been the catalyst for all this, had triggered Asuna’s asthma and sent her into a panic. And you couldn’t help but think that maybe if you’d just controlled it better, if you had been more careful with your emotions, none of this would have happened.

'If you had done things ‘right’ this wouldn’t have happened.'

Asuna’s tears flowed harder as she caught sight of you crying.

Her mother, the woman who had always been the strong one, the one who kept everything together—

Was breaking down in front of her.

It only made her cry harder. Her chest tightened, her panic deepening. The guilt, the feeling of failure, overwhelmed her, and the tears wouldn’t stop.

Katsuki, who had been squatting a little to the side, looking like he was ready to pop off at any moment, felt the shift in the air. He turned to Asuna, who was gripping your arm tightly, and her desperate, tear-filled gaze caught his.

It was a look he couldn’t ignore.

One that made his hatred and jealousy falter.

Katsuki knelt down beside you both, and without a word, he reached for Asuna’s hand. His warmth wrapped around both you and her, pulling you closer together. He wouldn’t leave—not now, not when she needed him, not when you both needed him. He wasn't about to abandon anyone, especially not Asuna.

“Don’t worry,” he murmured under his breath, his words directed at both of you. “Your mama’s gotcha.”

Asuna’s breath hitched at his words. It was the warmth of his touch , his presence, that helped her hold it together, even as the world seemed to be falling apart around her.

She didn’t want him to leave, didn’t want anyone to leave. Her hands squeezed his, grounding her in the moment. The last thing she needed was to be left alone.

Asuna felt herself losing control again, tears blurring her vision as she caught sight of you crying. It made her heart break all over again. You were always so strong for her, always taking the weight of the world onto your shoulders.

Now, to see you so vulnerable—so fragile—was a reminder of just how much pressure she had been putting on you.

And then it all came crashing down

The complete realization that she had just put you through all of this—put everyone through this.

Her chest tightened again, and she could barely breathe. Her impulse, usually something she could control, had spiraled out of control, and in that moment, she felt more alone than ever.

Just then, you felt a gentle squeeze on your wrist, and you turned to find Hitoshi looking at you, his eyes wet with concern. He had seen this before, the aftermath of asthma-related incidents, the fear in Asuna’s eyes, the way it caused her body to tremble.

But this time felt different. The fear was heavier. He hummed again, his voice quieter this time, almost a whisper meant for Asuna’s broken heart.

And then Katsuki’s phone buzzed in his pocket. His face hardened, and he stood, shaking his head as he pulled it out. “I'm calling for help,” he said, his voice strained but still determined. But as he moved to go, Asuna’s hand shot out, gripping his wrist with more strength than she thought she had left. Katsuki hesitated, and then, without a word, he dropped to his knees again, staying by her side.

She needed him.

And Katsuki knew there was no place he’d rather be.

The chaos of the moment didn’t relent.

Rumi’s voice could be heard, arguing with an officer in the background. Aizawa, his usually calm demeanor turning more intense, joined in, his voice sharp as he tried to de-escalate the situation. The officer was insistent, asking if you had a heat-related quirk.

When you nodded, your heart skipped a beat. Before you could react, the officer’s voice shot out, demanding you turn around and place your hands behind your back. Your eyes widened, and the pit in your stomach dropped.

You didn’t understand.

This was a mistake, wasn’t it?

A quirk accident—nothing more, nothing less. You hadn’t meant for any of this to happen.

But the officer’s words cut through you.

“Heroes are not above the law,” he said, his voice firm. “You’ve endangered innocent civilians. Damaged city property. Caused a public stir. And as for that little stunt with the tree? It’s technically theft— not including using a quirk without a license to do so.”

Your breath caught in your throat, and you stepped in front of Asuna, your body instinctively moving to protect her. Your quirk flared, heat radiating off you, but it wasn’t enough to stop the officer’s advance.

Your heart pounded as you glared at him, standing firm between him and your daughter.

Rumi stepped forward, her usual playful attitude long gone, replaced by a fire in her eyes. “You’re gonna arrest her for this? Go catch real criminals, you piece of shit!” she shouted, her voice cold with anger, but her stance firm, ready to defend you. Aizawa sighed and ran a hand through his hair, his eyes narrowing in disbelief. “This isn’t the time,” he muttered.

But you were frozen.

The realization hit you like a ton of bricks—this wasn’t just about a quirk accident anymore.

This was about the fact that you were a foreigner.

A top hero in Japan, yes, but still an outsider in many’s eyes.

You had heard the whispers recently, stories of non-Japanese heroes being falsely arrested on fabricated charges. It had been a constant topic on the news before your nation wide blackout shifted the focus elsewhere.

You understood, to an extent, how foreigners could stand out in a different country. But you were still a dual citizen. You had a right to be here, and there was a proper, legal way to handle situations like this. The thought that something as simple as your nationality could be twisted into a weapon was a bitter pill to swallow.

And the worst part?

Asuna was caught right in the middle of it.

Your daughter.

You heard Asuna’s soft gasp behind you, and when you turned, her eyes were wide, clear—but terrified . She wasn’t breathing. Not from the asthma attack this time. But from the crushing weight of fear that had settled into her chest.

Her voice, barely a whisper, shattered the air. “ Mom… don’t… please… ”

Her words, heavy with panic and guilt, hit you harder than any blow ever could. Her quirk had solved this, but she didn’t deserve to be the one paying for it. Anger wells up inside as you turn back to face the officer. You could feel your quirk itching at the edge of your control, threatening to ignite again, but you pushed it down.

For Asuna.

For your family.

You couldn’t afford to lose yourself now. But as the officer’s hand reached out, you knew one thing with absolute certainty-

No matter what happens, you won’t let anything happen to Asuna.

The tension in the air was palpable, as though everyone was holding their breath, waiting for something to shift. Aizawa stepped forward, his usually calm and collected demeanor now tinged with the unmistakable edge of danger.

He positioned himself firmly between you and the officer, his body language saying everything that words couldn’t quite convey. He wasn’t going to let this go any further.

Not while you were in the line of fire, not while Asuna was still struggling to breathe, and not while his daughter and students were gathered around, watching in various states of tension and concern.

His voice, when it came, was low and dangerous, but underneath it, there was the unmistakable undertone of diplomacy.

“Back off, officer,” he said. “This isn’t your protocol and you know it.”

The words were smooth, yet there was an edge. A promise of consequences should this situation escalate any further.

Just then, you felt a warm, heavy presence behind you, and without having to turn around, you knew Katsuki was there. His energy, always a little soothing, became an anchor for you in that chaotic moment.

You look back to Asuna and Hitoshi, and you could hear him mumbling under his breath, words flowing together too quickly to catch. His quirk, always a little more covert and subtle, worked its magic on the officer in an instant.

The officer’s gaze went blank, his stance shifting from firm to oddly compliant, as if his mind had been wiped clean.

He blinked rapidly, as though trying to shake off a sudden fog. The change was subtle, but it didn’t take long for Hitoshi’s effect to take hold fully. The officer, now under his control, was completely unaware of what was happening around him.

Rumi, ever quick on her feet, didn’t hesitate for a second.

She moved swiftly to the officer’s body camera, and with a practiced flick, she ripped it off his uniform. In a blink, the camera was open, and she was extracting the chip with a smooth motion, sliding it into her pocket before anyone could react.

Then, she handed it over to Katsuki, who didn’t waste a second. With a barely contained smirk, he took the chip from her, and in a single motion, he detonated it, causing a small but satisfying explosion that sent the device into smithereens.

Your heart skipped a beat as you watched the officer’s confusion grow.

His eyes, now vacant of any understanding, drifted over the scene before him, as though he was seeing everything for the first time, trying to piece it all together. And in that moment, Hitoshi continued to work, murmuring low, steady words into the officer’s mind, keeping him in a state of compliance.

It wasn’t long before the officer’s eyes flickered with a mild disorientation, as if he was waking up from a trance. And then, with a quiet groan, he blinked a few more times, trying to orient himself.

“Where... where am I?” His voice was thick, as though he had just woken from a deep sleep.

Everyone else seemed to simultaneously shift into action, a sort of tactical calm falling over the group as they began to speak with unsettling sweetness. Aizawa’s voice was the first to cut through the silence, his tone almost tender, though there was still an underlying firmness.

“It’s just that time of year, officer. You know how it is,” he said, offering a calm smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Pro Hero Obsidian here accidentally sneezed so hard that her quirk activated, and well... let’s just say the tree didn’t stand a chance.”

The officer’s confused gaze traveled to you, as though trying to decipher the explanation.

His brow furrowed, but the words seemed to sink in, albeit slowly. He looked around at the remnants of the tree, the scorched earth, and the oddness of it all, still trying to piece together what had just occurred. His hand wandered to his vest, patting himself down as if looking for answers.

But they were gone. His body camera, his grasp on the situation—everything had slipped from his mind in the haze of confusion Hitoshi had woven around him.

You took a deep breath, careful not to let your quirk flare up again as you approached him, offering the most sincere smile you could manage under the circumstances.

“I really do appreciate your quick response, officer. Honestly, it’s amazing how fast you were able to rip the body cam off when it caught fire.” You let out a short, apologetic chuckle, trying to ease the tension.

“Quirk’s are a bit unpredictable this time of the year, you know?”

The officer looked at you, his expression shifting from confusion to something resembling disgust. He nodded stiffly, clearly uncomfortable, though he was no longer quite as combative as he had been moments ago.

“Glad to help ,” he muttered, still patting himself down, though he couldn’t seem to find a clear explanation for what had just occurred.

“Well, I’m sorry again about the allergies,” you continued, trying to keep the situation light.

The officer gave a curt nod, though it didn’t reach his eyes, and then he asked, almost absently,

“Can I see your license for the incident report?”

Katsuki, who had been watching everything unfold with his usual intensity, stepped forward and reached into his jacket pocket. Without hesitation, he pulled out his business card, slapping it into the palm of the officer.

“Here. Should clear everything up.” His voice was cool, nonchalant, as if this was just another day for him.

“Good rest of your day, officer.”

The officer took the card, his hand shaking slightly, though he didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he gave a nod and shuffled off, still visibly bewildered, as though everything he had just experienced didn’t make sense, and he wasn’t sure how to process it.

As soon as he was out of sight, you let out a long, shaky breath, feeling the tension in your body finally begin to ease. But just as you were about to relax, Aizawa and Mina closed in on you, both of them wrapping you in a hug.

The warmth of their embrace grounded you, and for a moment, everything felt safe again. You rested your head against Aizawa’s shoulder, letting the stress of the situation melt away, at least for now.

Katsuki, still standing nearby, caught Kirishima’s eye, who was now nudging him lightly. “What just happened?” Kirishima asked, his voice laced with curiosity and concern. He was mostly oblivious to understanding what had just gone down. Katsuki’s gaze flickered toward the retreating officer and then back to his friend. “You don’t wanna know,” he said with a sharp look.

“But it’s all good now.”

Meanwhile, Eri had knelt down next to Asuna, who was still visibly shaken, but she had stopped crying. Hitoshi’s humming continued, soft and soothing, the rhythm lulling Asuna into a more stable state of mind. Eri reached out, her hand gently resting on Asuna’s shoulder, offering her support as her wide, empathetic eyes softened.

And in the background, Rumi, having finished trailing the officer at a distance, was about to take off after him when Aizawa pulled her back with a tug of his scarf, bringing her back into the fold of the hug with a force that was almost comforting. Rumi didn’t resist, leaning into the embrace and sharing a brief, unspoken moment of relief with the group.

The scene quieted, and everything seemed to settle into place.

Even though the tension had been so thick just moments ago, there was a peace that now lingered. No one had been badly hurt, and the crisis had been averted, even if the situation had gotten far too close to the edge for comfort.

You couldn’t help but feel immense gratitude for the team of people who had circled around you, protecting you and Asuna, keeping you both safe.

For a moment, it felt like nothing else mattered.

Until the distant sound of sirens grew louder, and you felt a sudden jolt of panic hit your chest.

The calm of the moment was quickly overtaken by the flashing lights of an approaching ambulance.

You barely had time to react before you heard your name being called—sharp, urgent, and cutting through the chaos. You turned to see Elle, your manager, rushing towards you with her usual grace replaced by frantic energy.

She moved with a wild sort of urgency, her high heels tapping sharply against the pavement as she approached. Her face was a mix of concern and confusion, and you couldn’t help but notice how completely disheveled she looked.

Her perfectly put-together business attire, which always screamed efficiency, was now a far cry from its usual polished perfection. Her white blouse was stained with something—coffee or maybe even chocolate, you couldn’t tell—and her black suit was wrinkled and creased from the chaos that had unfolded.

The flats she wore, which were stylish yet surprisingly comfortable, looked more like slippers than anything suited for a high-stress moment like this. But her hair, once so neatly styled, was now messy, strands of it falling out of its usual neat bun, giving her a wild appearance.

She dropped her briefcase with a loud thud at her feet, and without skipping a beat, she reached for your hands, her fingers shaking slightly. “Is Asuna okay?” Elle’s voice was sharp, but there was a hint of something more at hand. She had clearly been thrown off balance by whatever news had reached her inbox, and now she was here, trying to make sense of the madness that surrounded you both.

"She, wait, what are you doing here?!"

“I traced your location after something popped up in my inbox,” she explained, her words spilling out in a rush as she tried to catch her breath.

“Also... about Asuna. And the judge ruling over Rita’s estate. But I need to know what’s happening.”

You barely had time to process the words when you felt your pulse quicken.

You squeezed her hands and gave her a brief, reassuring nod, though the anxiety was building in your chest. “We’ll talk about it in the waiting room,” you said quickly, though your eyes were still darting over to Asuna, who was now being carefully helped onto the gurney by Hitoshi and Katsuki.

Eri stood next to them, holding Asuna’s hand, her face filled with a mixture of worry and determination as she tried to keep her composure for the younger girl.

You were moving before you realized it, rushing toward Asuna and the EMTs, your heart pounding as you made your way through the crowd. But before you could reach them, one of the paramedics stopped you. His hand shot out, trying to block your path.

“You can’t get in the ambulance,” he said sternly, his tone firm but not unkind.

Your chest tightened, and before you even had time to think, the words rushed out of your mouth.

“I am her mother!” you snapped, the instinct to protect Asuna overwhelming your thoughts. The paramedic froze for a moment, his eyes flickering with a brief moment of hesitation before he took a step back.

Without saying another word, he allowed you to slip past him, Elle following closely behind, her heels clicking against the pavement with an urgency that matched your own.

You jumped into the back of the ambulance, quickly moving to stand next to Asuna on the gurney, your hand gently brushing against hers as you leaned in. Elle settled beside you, her presence comforting you as the doors slammed shut.

The EMTs were already beginning to prepare for transport, and you could hear them talking quietly to each other, their voices a mix of professional calm and worry as you all drove off.

At the park, the scene was slowly beginning to calm down.

“I’m clocking out for the rest of the day!” Mina declared, her voice cutting through the lingering bustle. The park was mostly empty now, the earlier crowd having dispersed after the commotion. The once vibrant green space now felt eerily quiet, the faint rustle of leaves and the distant hum of traffic the only sounds filling the void.

Katsuki shot her a hard side-eye but remained silent.

His gaze shifted back to the patch of melted grass, his expression unreadable. Without a word, he scooped up your forgotten backpack, slinging it over his shoulder with practiced ease.

“I got it,” he muttered to Kirishima, his voice low but resolute. “Cover for me.” The words came without hesitation, his focus already shifting toward the next task. Mina, who had been mid-step, paused, her brow furrowing as she processed his abruptness. She opened her mouth to speak but stopped when Hitoshi’s voice broke through, tinged with mild irritation.

“I drove here,” Hitoshi offered, his eyes on Katsuki. “You can ride with me if you want. But I’m leaving now.” His tone was calm, but the underlying urgency was clear.

He wasn’t waiting.

Katsuki was about to respond when Aizawa’s voice cut through the stillness, calm yet authoritative.

“Everyone needs to get back to work,” he said, his eyes softening slightly as they landed on Mina. “I know it’s a lot to take in, but you need to clock back in.” His tone was gentle, offering a quiet reassurance amid the residual chaos.

Rumi, ever the dependable presence, stepped forward with a warm smile. “I’ll finish the rest of her shift with you, Pinky,” she said with confidence, her upbeat nature shining through despite the tension. Mina nodded, her expression softening as she quickly made the necessary call to your agency, ensuring everything was handled.

Aizawa’s calm voice continued, directing the group with steady authority. “Go home and get some rest before tonight’s shift.” Hitoshi nodded silently, his gaze lingering on Katsuki for a moment before he turned and walked away, his hands buried in his jacket pockets. Aizawa shifted his attention to Kirishima. “Finish patrol, yeah?”

“You got it, Teach!” Kirishima responded with his usual enthusiasm, giving a hearty thumbs up. With that, the group began to settle into their new routines. The park, once filled with chaos, was now quiet, the paramedics long gone, leaving behind only the weight of what had transpired.

“Bakugou, you can ride with me,” Aizawa said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Katsuki glanced at him, the tension still palpable in his stance. “When did you become my old hag?” he muttered, his annoyance evident. But he didn’t protest. He knew better. Aizawa, unfazed by the comment, remained neutral. “Come on,” he said, already walking away.

Katsuki sighed, his irritation clear, but he followed. He was sick of the park anyway. As they approached a minivan parked nearby, Katsuki’s face twisted in confusion, then disbelief. The vehicle, adorned with a rearview mirror stick of a black and white cat and about twenty smaller cat stickers on the other side, was a far cry from what he expected.

“This is your ride?” Katsuki asked, his voice laced with sarcasm.

Aizawa, ever unbothered, shrugged. “You’ll get used to it.” He slid the door open, and with a resigned huff, Katsuki climbed in after him, the door shutting behind them, leaving the park and its now quiet solitude behind.

They drove in silence, the hum of the engine the only sound accompanying them as the city center gradually faded into the distance. Katsuki stared out the window, watching the buildings blur together, the vibrant heart of the city giving way to quieter, more subdued streets. The sky above mirrored his mood, a blanket of grey stretching endlessly, heavy with unspoken thoughts.

Still no snow.

Aizawa, his eyes fixed on the road ahead, finally broke the silence. His voice was calm, steady, yet it carried a weight that Katsuki couldn't ignore.

“Do you know what you’re doing?”

Katsuki’s gaze shifted from the window to the dimming cityscape, the question hanging in the air between them. For a while, he didn’t respond, his eyes following the endless stretch of the grey sky before turning back to his old teacher.

“No.”

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thebunnednun · 4 months ago

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Overworked

Pairing: Pro Hero! Katsuki Bakugou x Stressed! Reader

Summary: Life is shit and Katsuki finds out you lied to him about taking care of yourself.

And you know what happens when you lie to Katsuki.

I wrote this for my friend @elarakive, she's been going through it so please give her some love y'all.

WC: 16,709

On with the show!!~

“I should’ve become a stripper in Miami.”

You staggered into your apartment, your body and mind exhausted from the endless cycle of school and work. The clock ticked mercilessly as you rushed to grab your work bag and change. Your commute home took about 20 minutes today, and there was barely enough time to catch your breath, let alone eat.

Sighing, you kicked off your shoes quickly before rushing into your small, cluttered room, your shoulders heavy with the weight of responsibility. The relentless cycle of school and work had left you in a mental fog, and the ticking clock seemed to mock your frantic rush. You had barely an hour to spare before your next shift, and the minutes slipped through your fingers like sand.

With trembling hands, you fumbled through your work bag, grabbing the essentials as you hurriedly changed into your work uniform. The sight of your reflection in the hallway mirror was a stark reminder of how far gone you were—dark circles under your eyes, hair a disheveled mess, and a look of defeat that you couldn’t quite hide.

‘Fuck it, we ball with the consealer today.’

Rushing to the bathroom, you hurriedly adjusted your makeup in the bathroom mirror, the smudged eyeliner and messy foundation reflecting the chaos of your life. Every moment felt like a race against time as you dabbed concealer under your eyes, trying to mask the fatigue that had become your constant companion.

You had to look good while in class. You have to look good at work so you can make those big bucks to pay for things that ultimately make you feel sick everytime you think about it. Like your rent, the car, the utilities, tuition payments, groceries, laundry supplies, toiletpaper, pads/tampons. Also Tynolonal because your little dehydrated ass kept getting migraines that you ironically didn’t take because you still wanted a working liver.

In the midst of your chaotic routine, your phone buzzed with a notification: an unexpected double shift for the week. Your heart sank as you read the message. When you finally got a weekend off, it was swallowed up by studying, cleaning, and chores. Sleep was becoming a rare luxury, and your mental fog seemed to thicken with each passing day.

At work, the pressure has been relentless. Your manager's latest demand to pull full shifts this week felt like the last straw. As you stared at your schedule, the weight of it all crashed down on you. You wanted to cry, but you couldn't afford to break down—not with your job hanging in the balance. The only time you had to eat was during your brief lunch break at work, which you barely managed to find time for.

It felt like there was no end to the mounting responsibilities, and the weekend you’d managed to carve out for yourself was swallowed up by endless studying, chores, and barely enough sleep to keep you functional.

In the cramped kitchen, you grabbed a quick bite, your meal consisting of whatever was quickest to prepare. (A literal slice of bread.) The clock continued its relentless ticking, and you knew you were cutting it close. The idea of collapsing into bed, even for just a moment, was a sinfully tempting dream.

As you raced to gather your things, your mind was a jumble of deadlines and schedules. You barely noticed when your cell rang with its familiar “Kiss me through the phone!” ringtone to indicate that your boyfriend was calling.

‘🥰 🤬 Kat-Suki 🩷🧡 is calling…..’

Heart fluttering, you nearly dropped the concealer wand on your blank uniform polo to snatch your phone off the counter and hit answer.

“Damn it, what’s going on with you?” Katsuki’s voice cut through the haze of your stress, his usual bravado softened by genuine worry as the video connected.

“You look like you’re about to drop.”

You paused, caught off guard by his sudden appearance and the intensity of his gaze. “Just… busy,” you managed to say, trying to muster a weak smile. “I’ve got a lot on my plate.”

Katsuki’s eyes narrowed, his expression growing more serious. “This ain’t just busy. You’re running yourself ragged. What the hell are ya doing to yourself?”

With a frustrated sigh, you grabbed the phone and tucked it into the front of your bra, the slight pressure reminding you that you needed to hurry. Balancing your phone precariously, you snatched up your work bag and keys, your hands clumsy with the rush. Your fingers were already cold from the constant running around, and you fought the urge to drop everything as you made your way to the car.

The engine roared to life as you slid into the driver’s seat and connected your phone to the Bluetooth system. Katsuki’s voice crackled through the speakers, a gruff but familiar comfort amidst the car noises.

“Hey, you there?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m here,” you replied, blowing a raspberry into the phone. The sound was a mix of frustration and exhaustion, and you could almost hear Katsuki’s brow raise as he responded.

“You sound outta breath. What’s the deal?”

You chuckled softly, though it was more of a tired exhale. “Just the usual,” you said, your eyes darting between the road and the clock on the dashboard. “Running late, trying to get everything done. It’s been a mess.”

Katsuki’s voice grew more insistent. “Are ya eating properly? Getting enough sleep? You know, ya need to take care of yourself.”

You huffed, trying to focus on the road while keeping up with the conversation. “I’m eating, sleep is a luxury right now. I’m managing, Katsuki.”

His voice softened, though it still carried an edge of concern. “That’s not an answer, you know. You sound like you’re pushing yourself too hard. I don’t want you burning out.”

You adjusted the car’s air conditioning, the cool breeze a slight relief against the heat of your exhaustion. “I’m fine. Just got a lot on my plate. You know how it is.”

“Well, if you say so,” Katsuki said, though the worry in his tone was evident. “Just make sure you’re not running on empty. I want to see you in one piece when I get back.”

The call ended as you pulled into the parking lot of your workplace. You felt a pang of guilt but pushed it aside as you grabbed your work bag and keys, the day ahead looming large.

“I’m in the parking lot. So I’ll call you when I get out, okay?”

“ ‘S fine with me.”

“K, bye.”

You blew a smooch into the phone and quickly hung up before you could cry. It’s not like you wanted to lie to Katsuki. Your boyfriend was THE human lie detector and hated liars. But you also didn’t want to worry him while he was out on missions. But alas, those were all thoughts for later as you gently turned off the car and put your game face on before getting out the car and making your way towards the building.

💖💥💖💥💖💥💖💥💖💥

Your shift at work was as rough as you’d anticipated. Your manager was insistent about you picking up extra hours, their voice rising in frustration over minor issues. Customers were grumpy, complaints frequent, and the constant flow of tasks left you feeling drained.

The office felt like a maze of gray cubicles and muted tones, the hum of fluorescent lights buzzing softly overhead. As you sat at your desk, the familiar clutter of technical documents and graphic layouts surrounded you. The scent of strong coffee lingered in the air, mingling with the faint aroma of printer ink. You rubbed your eyes, a sigh escaping your lips as you pushed through another round of proofreading.

Just then, your phone buzzed, and you fumbled to pull it from your drawer, glancing at the screen to see a message from Masha in HR. It was a reminder about the formal complaint you needed to submit to get your overdue salary processed. You frowned, the weight of the situation settling heavily on your shoulders.

“Another thing to deal with,” you muttered, tapping out a quick response before setting the phone aside. Your fingers flew over the keyboard, drafting the formal complaint with a precision that belied your growing exhaustion. Every keystroke felt like an effort, each sentence a struggle to convey the frustration and urgency of your situation.

The clock ticked slowly, its rhythmic ticking amplifying the silence of the office as colleagues murmured and typed away in their own bubbles. You glanced at the pile of papers on your desk—technical documents, project briefs, and some rough sketches for graphics that you’d been tasked with. The contrast between your university days, filled with creative media projects and dynamic video production, and this monotonous office job was striking.

You missed the excitement of storytelling and visual creation, but here you were, grinding away for the paycheck that barely seemed worth the effort right now.

Rent was due next week, and the thought of it gnawed at your mind. You tapped your pen nervously against the desk, trying to suppress the mounting anxiety. Your minimal savings were earmarked for tuition, and borrowing money from anyone, let alone Katsuki, was not an option you wanted to consider. The last thing you needed was for him to find out and make a fuss about it, turning your personal financial troubles into a point of contention.

As you took a deep breath and hit ‘send’ on the formal complaint, the stress of the past few weeks seemed to coalesce into a single, throbbing headache. Your hands were trembling slightly as you reached for the small, lukewarm cup of coffee on your desk, the caffeine offering a temporary, hollow comfort.

“Hey, can you cover this layout for me?” your colleague, Jenna, asked as she leaned over your cubicle wall. Her voice was chipper, a sharp contrast to the mental fog you were drowning in.

“Sure,” you said, forcing a smile as you accepted the additional task. Your mind drifted to the weekend, a distant hope of relaxation and a momentary escape from the whirlwind of deadlines and obligations. But even that felt out of reach as you buried yourself in work, hoping that somewhere amidst the chaos, a solution would present itself.

The minutes stretched into hours, the ticking of the clock a relentless reminder of how quickly time was slipping away. As the workday dragged on, your thoughts constantly circled back to your financial situation and how you might manage to cover rent without dipping into your savings or burdening anyone else. The weight of it all felt almost unbearable, and you silently wished for a moment of reprieve.

💖💥💖💥💖💥💖💥💖💥

Finally, with mercy, your shift finally ended, you felt a wave of relief wash over you, but it was quickly overshadowed by exhaustion. You shuffled out of the office, your steps heavy and laden with fatigue.

The breakroom coffee you’d chugged was doing its best to keep you awake, but the jolt of caffeine did little to ease the sleepy buzz that had settled over you.

Your drive home was a blur, punctuated only by the occasional beep of your car’s dashboard and the monotonous hum of the engine. When you finally pulled into your parking spot, a sense of dread washed over you as you fished out your phone to check the latest update on your pay. The notification confirmed what you feared: your salary wouldn’t be processed for another week.

A gasp of frustration and disbelief escaped your lips, the sound echoing in the confined space of your car. You slammed your hands on the steering wheel, barely containing the urge to scream. The crushing weight of bills, looming deadlines, and the crushing reality of your financial situation finally broke through your walls of composure. Tears sprang to your eyes, spilling over as you let the frustration and sadness flow freely.

The emotional release was almost too much to bear, and as the tears flowed, the inside of your car’s windows fogged up, the steamy haze blurring your vision. You cracked the windows slightly, hoping to let some of the oppressive heat and steam escape.

As the cool air started to seep in, you caught sight of Katsuki’s footprints on your windshield—evidence of the time he’d spent with his dogs on your dashboard, walking them around while you were driving. The sight of his footprint, a tangible reminder of his absence, made your heart ache even more.

The memory of him removing his footing while you had been driving around, convinced you’d seen a turtle on the side of the road, flashed through your mind.

Turns out it was a really moldy round rock and while you wanted to keep it, Katsuki made you leave the so-called “turtle,” which he’d dismissed as a weird rock, insisting it might be cursed and, “I don’t fuck with no spooky shit.” The thought of his spiky but playful protective nature contrasted sharply with the weight of your current situation.

Your mascara had bled and smeared, leaving dark streaks on your cheeks. You fumbled for tissues in the glove compartment—another thoughtful gift from Katsuki. With shaking hands, you dabbed at your face, trying to clean up the smudged makeup and regain some semblance of composure.

But fuck the tissues because you wanted Katuski to wipe your tears, not Puffs with lotion.

Taking a deep breath, you grabbed your work bag and keys from the passenger seat. Despite the fact that you had no classes tomorrow—a silver lining provided by Mrs. Yamada’s decision to cancel due to the pleasant weather—you felt an emotional heaviness. You forced yourself to get out of the car, each step toward the building feeling like a mile.

The elevator ride up to your floor was a quiet, solitary journey. You leaned against the wall, trying to steady your breathing and calm your racing thoughts. When the elevator doors finally opened, you walked down the hallway with heavy steps, each footfall echoing your exhaustion and frustration.

You reached your door and, with a tired sigh, unlocked it and stepped inside. The familiar, quiet space of your apartment was both a refuge and a reminder of everything you were trying to manage. The world outside was still bustling, but here, in this small sanctuary, you could finally let down your guard.

Letting out another deep breath as you took in the comforting but humble surroundings. Your mind wandered to the weekend ahead, hoping for some respite and relaxation despite everything else. For now, you allowed yourself a moment to just be, to acknowledge the fucked up situation you were in and space out before you would have to be an active adult again.

You slid down against the door, exhaustion making every movement feel labored. The cool, hard floor felt oddly comforting against your back as you contemplated the idea of slipping off your shoes and socks and crawling straight into bed. Your tired eyes were barely open when an unexpected, tantalizing scent wafted through the air, making you blink in confusion.

The smell was warm and inviting, reminiscent of the cozy autumn walks you take with Katsuki. The memory of him lifting you onto his shoulders while you collected pinecones, playfully biting your ankles when you took “too long” to pick out your favorites, made you smile through your tears. The scent brought a fleeting sense of comfort, but the question of who had been in your apartment and left it smelling so fresh and pleasant nagged at the back of your mind.

You pushed yourself up, the weariness making your movements slow and deliberate. As you wandered further into your apartment, you couldn’t shake the feeling of disbelief. Your living space, which had been cluttered and messy, was now impeccably clean, as if it had been professionally cleaned. The familiar scent of pine and a hint of something else filled the air, wrapping around you like a warm, fragrant embrace.

Shaking off the disorientation, you followed the delicious aroma to the kitchen. Your eyes widened as you saw a pot of rice and another pot of rich, spicy beef and vegetable stew cooling on the stove. The sight was almost surreal—your kitchen, which had been a chaotic mess just hours before, was now a haven of culinary comfort. The thought of someone cooking for you, despite your exhaustion, brought a mix of relief and confusion.

‘What the fuck?!’

You blinked once, twice, harshly, trying to process the scene before you. With a mixture of curiosity and wariness, you padded softly back to the living room, hoping to make sense of the situation. The only light on was the soft glow of the lamp in the bathroom, casting a warm, clean light across the hallway and into your living room. The air was still, save for the faint sound of shuffling coming from your bedroom.

Heart racing, you moved toward the sound, each step slow and cautious. The clean scent from the bathroom lingered, and you couldn’t help but notice how fresh and tidy it now seemed. You glanced back at the living room, which, in contrast to your earlier mess, now looked immaculate and inviting.

Heart pounding, you crept down the hallway, each step slow and deliberate. The freshly cleaned scent in the air did nothing to ease your anxiety. The apartment was spotless—too spotless. Your mind raced, trying to make sense of it all. Maybe Michael had come back early and done this as a surprise? Or maybe Shoto, Izuku, or Jirou had somehow managed to sneak in, tidy everything, and leave without telling you.

After all, only Michael, Kirishima, and Shoto or Izuku had keys to your place in case of emergencies.

But Katsuki? He was out of state. He wouldn’t be back for a while, and even if he had sent one of those cleaning services, they were always in and out in less than 30 minutes.

This... this wasn’t right.

Your gaze darted toward the door. The shuffling sound from your bedroom had stopped. Panic began to settle in, a rising tension that had you frozen on the spot. You considered calling for help, but your phone was still on the floor by your purse, forgotten in the rush of trying to figure out what was happening. You didn’t want to lose the element of surprise.

With a nervous breath, you reached for the flower vase sitting on the narrow hallway table. The roses inside were fresh, their deep crimson petals just beginning to open up. You mentally apologized to them as you dumped the flowers onto the floor, water splashing around the vase. Your hands moved swiftly, reaching inside for the TTI Glock 34 hidden beneath the stems. The cold metal felt heavier than usual in your hand, but you weren’t about to hesitate.

You weren’t going to die in your own apartment—not like this.

Holding your breath, you stalked closer to the bathroom. You could hear the faint echo of your heart beating in your ears. Quietly, with practiced precision, you closed the door behind you without letting it click, trapping the scent of cleanliness inside. There was no turning back now. The apartment had become unfamiliar, and whoever or whatever was in your room needed to be dealt with.

You crept toward the bedroom, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up as you got closer. The shifting sounds had stopped. Whoever it was, they were still inside. You crouched, gun in hand, every muscle tensed as you approached the door. Then, without warning, the door to your bedroom swung open with a loud

"BAM!"

The sound reverberated through the walls as darkness loomed before you. Instinct took over.

You fired two quick shots into the void, the deafening bangs ringing in your ears. The muzzle flashes lit up the shadows, revealing nothing but an empty room. Your heart hammered in your chest as you stared into the stillness.

Silence.

"Fuck this!" you muttered under your breath, adrenaline kicking into high gear.

Without thinking twice, you bolted down the hallway. Your feet were heavy, thudding against the carpet as you ran, and the door to your apartment swung open behind you. You burst into the dimly lit hallway, the dingy orange carpet and faded yellow lighting never looking so welcoming. The familiar smell of old apartments and chipped paint wrapped around you as you sprinted toward the elevator.

Your breaths came in ragged gasps, your legs pumping as fast as they could. Most of your neighbors were either still at work or too old to have heard the gunshots, but there was no way you were sticking around to find out. You slapped the elevator button, glancing nervously back down the hallway.

You stood in front of the doors waiting, breathless and confused, waiting for the sound of footsteps or the telltale signs of someone chasing after you.

But… nothing.

The air was still, almost too still, and when you turned around, your heart pounding in your throat, you saw nothing. No one was following you. No shadowy figure, no intruder, no ominous movement at all.

Just you.

That rush of fear was starting to ebb away, replaced by an unsettling new sensation—doubt. Did you get them? The thought made your heart skip, but worse than that, another horrifying possibility crept in:

Did you kill someone?

Your stomach dropped as if you'd just fallen from a cliff. The idea of it—of accidentally shooting someone, maybe even someone who had no intention of hurting you—was almost too much to bear.

You pressed a shaky hand against the wall, your mind racing.

What would happen if it was true? What if you had killed someone in a panic? Your knees felt weak, and the edges of your vision blurred with panic.

‘What would happen to me? What would happen to Katsuki when they found out his girlfriend had killed someone? The girlfriend of the Number 2 Pro Hero, a murderer?’

‘What’s Katsuki gonna do?’

The thought sent a cold wave of nausea through you. You wanted to throw up right there in the hallway, but your stomach was so empty that all you could do was dry swallow, your mouth tasting like metal and dread. ‘What would the courts say? Would I go to jail? What would happen to Katsuki's career?’

Your thoughts spiraled, knotting together into an unbearable weight pressing down on your chest.

You swallowed hard, trying to force the rising panic back down. The hallway around you blurred for a second, the dim, dingy orange carpet now looking stained—like it was soaked in blood. You blinked hard, shaking your head.

It was just the light, just your mind playing tricks on you. You forced yourself to look away from the carpet, your eyes trailing back to your apartment door. It was still ajar, spilling the warm, pale hallway light into the void of your dark apartment. The contrast was jarring—the safe, slightly worn familiarity of the hallway outside clashing with the pitch-black uncertainty inside your home.

Your home.

You pressed your back against the wall, trying to steady yourself. ‘You couldn’t leave this unfinished. If you did accidentally kill someone, you’d have to take responsibility. You had to know.’ And if it was an intruder, then, well... that was another layer of mess you'd have to deal with.

But God, you were so done.

The exhaustion from the double shifts, the lack of sleep, the unpaid bills—it all weighed you down, made your legs feel like lead as you slowly moved forward. Maybe that's why you found yourself inching toward your open door instead of running away.

Maybe that's why, instead of thinking clearly, you fumbled with your purse, your fingers shaking as you dug through it to find your phone. Instead of flicking on the light switch by the door, you opened the flashlight app, shining its weak beam into the suffocating darkness of your apartment.

The soft glow from your phone barely penetrated the void, but it was enough to make out familiar shapes—the edge of your coffee table, the corner of the couch, the faint outline of your kitchen down the hall. It almost looked normal. Almost. But something was wrong. You could feel it in your bones.

And then you felt it.

Before you could even process what was happening, something hot and large clamped down around your arm. A flash of pure, raw panic shot through you, freezing your blood in your veins. Your heart leapt into your throat, and you barely had time to let out a sharp, breathless gasp before another hand—bigger, stronger—covered your mouth, smothering any scream you could’ve made.

The force of it drove you backward, your body colliding with the floor as the figure pulled you into the apartment. The scent of clean linen and something warmer filled your senses, overpowering everything else. You thrashed instinctively, your pulse roaring in your ears, but the grip on you didn’t falter.

The hand around your mouth tightened, silencing you even as you tried to cry out.

Your mind raced, trying to piece together what was happening. You couldn’t see anything except the faint glow of your phone, now flickering as it dropped from your hands onto the floor. Your gun—’Where the hell was your gun?!’

It was smacked outta your hand when the figure grabbed you, and now, it was probably somewhere in the apartment, out of reach.

“Stop fuckin’ squirming,” a low voice growled against your ear, sending a violent shiver down your spine.

The voice was familiar—so achingly familiar that your panic began to wane just enough for recognition to slip through the fog of fear. The heat of his breath, the roughness of his palm, the way his body radiated warmth even through the tension. You blinked hard, gasping into the hand that covered your mouth, your mind racing to catch up.

“Katsuki?” Your voice was muffled, barely audible against his skin.

His grip loosened a fraction, his palm sliding off your mouth just enough for you to catch a real breath. You gasped for air, your chest heaving as you tried to process everything.

The fear, the relief, the utter confusion.

"Yeah," he muttered, his voice rough and low. He didn’t release you right away, keeping you firmly against him, his hot breath still brushing against your ear. "The hell were you thinking? Firing like that in the dark? You could’ve fuckin’ shot me!"

You slumped against him, half in shock, half in frustration. Your heart was still pounding, your limbs still trembling, but the flood of relief that came with recognizing his voice nearly brought you to tears. He was here. He wasn’t supposed to be, but he was.

“I didn’t know it was you,” you rasped, your voice shaky as you fought to steady your breathing. “Why the hell are you sneaking around my apartment?! I thought I was gonna die!”

Katsuki’s deadpan expression barely shifted as he lifted you up and unceremoniously dropped you onto the sofa. The cushions sighed under your weight, but before you could even adjust yourself, he was already stalking across the room.

His broad back was tense, and the muscles of his arms flexed beneath his shirt as he moved with precision, a wolf-like focus in the way he carried himself.

"Okay, let’s start with this," he began, his tone rough and low, his eyes flickering briefly over his shoulder at you. “I'm glad you can defend yourself. If I was some regular asshole, I'd be dead for sure.”

You blinked at him, still in disbelief, trying to process everything that had just happened. Your heart was still pounding, your body still reeling from the shock, and yet here he was, as calm as ever. He flipped on the hallway light with a casual flick, casting a soft glow over the apartment.

“Stay,” he huffed, his voice gruff, as if you were some unruly puppy he needed to wrangle.

He moved toward the dining area, and you turned your head to follow his movements. You watched as his calloused fingers picked up your steel piece—your gun—from where it had fallen, handling it with ease.

There was no hesitation in the way he moved, no sign of the earlier chaos as he handled the weapon. It was like he had done this a thousand times before, like the situation was perfectly normal for him.

You craned your neck a little more, catching sight of him as he knelt to collect the discarded roses from the hallway floor. He carefully placed your gun back into the vase where you had originally stashed it, as if putting everything back in its proper order, like nothing had happened. His shadow moved fluidly across the walls as he did so, and the tension in the air didn’t lessen—if anything, it deepened.

And then, he turned back toward you, his face unreadable, but those vermillion eyes—God, those eyes—locked onto yours like a predator zeroing in on its prey. He didn’t say a word, not yet, but the intensity of his gaze was enough to make your breath hitch.

The soft glow of the hallway light outlined his figure, casting sharp shadows on his jawline, the dim illumination making him look both softer and somehow more dangerous at the same time.

He stalked back over to you, each step deliberate, never once breaking eye contact. His eyes bored into yours, and you felt as though he could see through every layer of your confusion, your fear, and your relief. You tried to smile, to break the tension, but it felt weak under his unrelenting stare.

Katsuki finally stopped in front of you, his steps coming to a halt as he sat down on the coffee table across from you. The wood creaked slightly under his weight, but he didn’t seem to care. He spread his legs a little, bracing his elbows on his knees, leaning forward slightly, his powerful body now looming closer, radiating heat and energy.

He was dressed down tonight—just a black skull t-shirt that clung to his frame and a pair of gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips.

Casual, relaxed, almost like he had been home for a quiet night in. Yet here he was, looking at you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered. He had this way of making everything else disappear when he focused on you like that, making your breath catch in your throat.

He sat there, silent, elbows resting on his knees, hands clasped loosely between them. His back was slightly hunched as he leaned forward, making him look even more intense. His face was unreadable, and yet there was an edge to it—something simmering just below the surface, just beneath those sharp, vermillion eyes that hadn’t left yours for a second.

You shifted uncomfortably on the sofa under the weight of his gaze. “Uh, hey babe?” you said, your voice weak, barely above a whisper. You tried to giggle, to play it off like you weren’t utterly rattled, but the sound died awkwardly in your throat.

Katsuki didn’t move. His eyes remained fixed on you, not even a flicker of amusement crossing his face. His lips were pressed into a thin line, his jaw tight, the muscle there clenching slightly.

He wasn’t buying it.

You swallowed hard, unsure of what to say or do next. The silence between you stretched out, heavy and oppressive, like a thick fog settling in the room. The only sound was the faint hum of the hallway light and the ticking of the clock on the wall.

For what felt like an eternity, you just sat there—him staring at you like you’d just committed the ultimate offense, and you shrinking under the weight of it. His gaze didn’t waver, not even once, and you could feel the intensity of his thoughts even if he wasn’t saying a word.

Your hands fidgeted in your lap, fingers twisting together as the nerves bubbled up inside you.

“Katsuki, I—” you started, but the words trailed off, your voice faltering under the scrutiny.

Katuski considers you carefully for a moment, just a moment. Before slowly rising from his spot on the coffee table and making his way to the kitchen, flicking the light on, and you hear the opening of your cabinets and your favorite mug being taken out before your tap is run. Katsuki returns, makes his way to your dining room to also turn on the lights and then to your front door that he locks before also turning on the lights.

Then, he finally makes his way back to you and hands you the mug that you accept with both hands and he doesn’t let go until you take three small sips at first and he sets himself back down in front of you. It’s not until your fifth sip that you realize he turned on all the lights so you could feel exposed and vulnerable under his stare. You almost choke on that, but hold it down in favor of meeting your boyfriend's gaze again.

He finally spoke, his voice low and measured, but there was a tightness there, like he was barely holding back. “What the fuck was that, huh?” His eyes narrowed slightly, the air around him crackling with restrained emotion. “You really think lying to me was a good idea?”

Your breath caught in your throat. Lying? You blinked, confusion mixing with the remnants of panic, but you didn’t get a chance to speak before Katsuki leaned in closer, his face now hovering just inches from yours. The intensity of his gaze didn’t falter, those sharp vermillion eyes pinning you in place.

“Let’s not pretend,” he said, his voice dripping with a strange, unsettling calm. “You think I didn’t notice? That I couldn’t tell?” His lips curled into a smirk, but there was nothing playful about it. The way his eyes glinted, the way the tension in his jaw flexed—it was something far more dangerous.

“When did—” you started, but Katsuki cut you off, his tone sharp as a blade.

“When did I get back?” he asked, already knowing where your mind had gone. His smile widened, and the expression twisted something deep in your gut. His canines flashed, sharp and predatory, as the smirk grew into something almost menacing. “Right after you hung up the phone with me.”

Your stomach dropped. He heard? You should have known better. The way you’d tried to sound fine, the excuses you made about not being able to eat, the way your voice had shaken when you’d reassured him you were ‘doing great’—he hadn’t bought any of it. He’d come home right early, and he’d known.

He tilted his head slightly, his eyes never leaving yours as he continued, “And you wanna know what I saw the second I walked in? You. Not taking care of yourself.”

“Again.”

The words hit you like a slap. Your mind raced back to everything over the last few days—the lack of sleep, barely eating, pushing yourself to the point of collapse. You thought you could hide it. But Katsuki wasn’t fooled. He never was.

“You lied to me,” he said, his voice softer now, but no less dangerous. “Told me you were fine, that you were ‘handling things.’” He chuckled darkly, his smile stretching wider.

“Look at you. Does this look like ‘fine’ to you?”

You swallowed hard, your mouth suddenly dry, as the weight of his words settled over you like a suffocating blanket. Your heart pounded in your chest as you tried to form an excuse, something to explain yourself, but the words wouldn’t come.

Katsuki’s gaze hardened, and he leaned back slightly, his arms crossing over his chest as if he were preparing for the final verdict.

“I trusted you to take care of yourself while I was gone, and what do you do? You starve yourself. You don’t sleep. You get so out of it you nearly put a bullet through your own damn apartment. All while telling me everything’s ‘great.’”

You could hear the frustration lacing his words now, the anger simmering just beneath the surface. But there was something else—something deeper, more raw, hiding in the way his voice shook ever so slightly when he said the word trusted.

"I tried—" you started, your voice barely above a whisper, but it felt so hollow even to your own ears. Katsuki wasn’t having it.

“Tried?” His voice cracked with a dangerous laugh, one that sent chills down your spine. “You tried? No, you didn’t ‘try.’ You hid from me. You lied because you thought you could handle everything on your own.”

He leaned forward again, the smile never fading, but this time it was sharper, darker, the full display of his teeth and sharp canines making him look almost feral. His red eyes widened slightly as he stared down at you, and there was an unsettling gleam in them now, something wild and untamed.

“But you can’t, can you?” he continued, his voice almost a mockery of sweetness. “You can’t take care of yourself. So guess what?” He leaned in close, so close you could feel the heat of his breath on your skin. “I’m doing it for you.”

Your heart lurched in your chest as his words sank in. There was something terrifying about the calmness in his tone, the way he spoke as if it was a simple fact, something decided without question.

“You’re not eating? I’ll make sure you eat. You’re not sleeping? Don’t worry, I’ll fix that too.” His smile grew wider, more sinister, as if he were enjoying the thought of it. His sharp canines glinted under the light, and it felt like you were staring into the eyes of a predator.

The intensity of his gaze was suffocating, his red eyes burning into yours, and for a moment, you couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. His presence was overwhelming, his words wrapping around you like chains, trapping you in the reality of what was happening.

Katsuki’s voice dropped to a whisper, but it was no less terrifying. “From now on, you don’t get to make that call. You don’t get to decide when you’re ‘fine’ or when you need help. I do.”

Your throat tightened as you tried to find the right words, the right explanation, but there was nothing that would make this better. You had lied. You had pushed yourself too far, and now you were facing the consequences. But Katsuki wasn’t just angry. He was something else—something scarier.

He reached out, cupping your face gently with one large, calloused hand, his thumb brushing softly over your cheek. But the look in his eyes, the smile still pulling at his lips, made the gesture feel anything but comforting. He hooks his other palm on the underside of your calve and squeezes it twice.

“I’m gonna take care of you,” he whispered, his voice soft but deadly serious. “Even if I have to drag you kicking and screaming. Understand?” Katsuki dips his face lower, closer to yours as his pupils bore into your own.

You nodded, unable to find your voice, your chest tight with fear and guilt. Katsuki’s thumb traced your jawline, his touch deceptively gentle, but the look in his eyes was unrelenting.

“That’s what I thought,” he said, his smile finally fading, replaced with that hard, determined expression you knew all too well. He stood up slowly, towering over you, and as he did, the weight of his presence pressed down on you like a storm.

He wasn’t giving you a choice.

And you knew there was no fighting him. Not when he was like this.

Katsuki stood over you, eyes narrowing slightly as he reached for the mug in your hand. His fingers brushed yours, and before you could protest, he gently tugged it from your grasp, tilting the cup toward your lips. The cold refreshing liquid hit your tongue, and you blinked in surprise, forced to drink it all at his pace. His gaze was steady, unyielding, as if this small act of making sure you finished the drink was a matter of life and death.

There was no room for resistance.

"All of it," he muttered, and you obeyed, the warmth of the drink doing little to soothe the knot of nerves twisting in your stomach.

Once you drained the last of the mug, Katsuki set it aside with a soft clink and guided you to your feet. His grip was firm but not rough, the warmth of his palm grounding you as he led you through the bright apartment.

The light filtering through the bulbs was harsh compared to the dark tension that had settled between you two. Your heart pounded in your chest as you followed, your mind still trying to process everything that had just happened.

When he brought you to the bathroom, you turned to shoo him out. “I can handle this part,” you muttered, half-heartedly trying to get some semblance of control back. But Katsuki remained solid as a wall, unmoving, his eyes fixed on you. One eyebrow arched in that sharp, expectant way of his, and you knew you had no choice.

With a resigned sigh, you began stripping down, feeling the weight of his gaze linger, even though he wasn't watching you like that. His focus was intense, like he was making sure you didn’t skip a single step.

Katsuki stepped forward and locked the door behind him with a soft click, the sound echoing in the small, tiled space. The air between you thickened as he moved to turn on the water in your freshly cleaned shower, the spray sputtering to life.

Steam rose, filling the room, curling into the corners like a mist creeping through your thoughts. He tested the water with his hand, adjusting the temperature before turning to you, his eyes softer now, but no less serious.

“Get in,” he said, the command laced with care. His hand hovered near your elbow, ready to steady you as you stepped into the tub. You felt small under his watchful eye, but also cared for in a way that made your throat tighten.

Once you were safely under the warm spray, Katsuki turned away slightly, giving you some space, though he stayed close. He wasn’t leaving. Not until he was satisfied. You stood there for a moment, feeling the water cascade over your body, washing away the grime and exhaustion that clung to your skin.

You knew you had about five minutes before he turned back around, so you hurried, scrubbing yourself down with more effort than usual.

It wasn’t long before he came back, his eyes flicking over you with a critical, almost soft look. Satisfied with your effort, Katsuki reached for the showerhead and rinsed you off himself, his hands guiding the water over your skin. He was gentle, methodical, like he was handling something precious.

And in his eyes, that’s exactly what you are.

After rinsing you clean, Katsuki gestured for you to sit down in the tub. The air was thick with the scent of soap and steam, but beneath it all was the tension that neither of you had fully addressed. As you lowered yourself into the bubbles that Katsuki had added, you felt your face flush at the intimacy of it all.

“Ya know,” he began, his voice rough but laced with something deeper, “when I got home early, I was happy.”

You looked up at him, blinking away the water droplets clinging to your lashes. His back was to you as he rummaged through the cabinet, but there was a weight in his words that made your chest tighten. Happy? You hadn’t expected that, not after the way things had spiraled today.

“Kirishima already went up to surprise your little friend,” he continued, his voice casual but still laced with that undeniable edge of possessiveness.

He found a bottle of your favorite bath oil and added a few drops to the water, the subtle scent filling the room. Katsuki always had a way of paying attention to details like that. Things you didn’t even think he noticed.

“So it was just gonna be me and you this weekend. Me and my girlfriend.”

The way he said my girlfriend made your pulse quicken. There was something about the way Katsuki spoke when it came to you, the way he claimed the words, made them his own. It was possessive, sure, but not in the suffocating way.

It was like he was reminding you that you were his priority, even when you couldn’t take care of yourself.

He finally turned back to you, kneeling by the tub so that his eyes were level with yours. The light in the room flickered, casting shadows across his sharp features, making him look even more intense. His vermilion eyes locked onto yours, and it felt like he was staring straight into your soul.

“So it was gonna be me and you,” he repeated, his voice quieter now but no less serious. “But instead, I come home to find you falling apart.” His hand reached out, fingers brushing over the wet strands of your hair, pushing them back from your face. The gesture was soft, but there was a weight behind it.

“What the hell, babe? You can’t even take care of yourself while I’m gone?”

You opened your mouth to respond, to explain, but he cut you off with a small shake of his head.

Katsuki’s hands were firm but gentle as he lathered your hair with shampoo, his fingers working through your scalp in deep, circular motions.

The pressure was so perfect that your eyes fluttered shut, a low hum escaping your throat as your body relaxed into the bath. It was embarrassing how good it felt, how every stroke of his fingers seemed to melt away the exhaustion clinging to your bones.

You could barely keep your head up, and just as your eyes threatened to roll back in your head, Katsuki splashed water at your face, jolting you back to reality.

“Oi, don’t go passing out on me just yet,” he muttered, though there was a playful smirk tugging at his lips. He shifted behind you, grabbing the showerhead to rinse out the soap, the warm water cascading down your back as he continued his work. The rhythmic sound of water filled the space, a stark contrast to the gruffness in his voice.

“You’re lucky I didn’t pounce on your ass the second you walked back into the apartment, lookin’ all messed up like that,” Katsuki grumbled, his hands sliding down your shoulders to scrub your back.

His fingers traced the curve of your spine, his touch lingering as he was refamiliarizing himself with every dip and curve.

“You think I like seein’ you like this? All run-down and weak? You’ve got more in you than this.”

Katsuki paused, his hand hovering over your shoulder, and you could feel the weight of his stare even though you weren’t looking at him. “I just want you to be healthy. To take care of yourself the way I know you can.”

His hand moved down, scrubbing your arms with the washcloth, his roughness tempered by the care behind every stroke. “I get it, life’s a pain in the ass sometimes, but you don’t get to fall apart like this. Not when I’m around to make sure you’re good.”

His words were gruff, but there was something softer beneath the surface—a quiet worry that he’d never fully admit to. Katsuki rinsed you off, the soap sliding down your body as he worked, his attention never wavering.

As he moved to scrub your legs, his touch slowed for just a moment.

“You’re tough,” he muttered, almost to himself, his hand brushing along the curve of your thigh. “But that doesn’t mean you’ve gotta do everything on your own. I’m here, alright?”

He rinsed you one last time, his hand lingering at the small of your back as if anchoring you to the moment.

“And don’t think I’m letting you off the hook that easy,” he said, a smirk tugging at his lips. “You owe me for not jumping your ass the second I saw you. But first, we’re gonna get you back to being you again.”

Your heart pounded, a mix of guilt and gratitude swirling in your chest. Katsuki wasn’t asking for permission. He was telling you. And part of you was relieved that you didn’t have to carry this burden alone anymore.

“No excuses,” he muttered, his fingers trailing down to tilt your chin up so you couldn’t look away. His thumb brushed against your lips, lingering there for a moment. “You don’t get to lie to me about this anymore.”

His gaze softened, but the intensity of his words remained. “I’m gonna make sure you’re alright. Even if that means watching over you every damn second.”

You nodded, the movement small, but Katsuki saw it. His hand dropped from your chin, and he leaned back, standing up to his full height as he grabbed a towel from the rack.

“Good,” he said, his voice softer now. He draped the towel over his shoulder and held out his hand to help you out of the tub. The air was cool against your skin as you stepped out the tub, his touch lingering on your shoulders as he pulled you close. The weight of the day seemed to melt away in that moment, leaving just the two of you standing there in the quiet.

Katsuki is rough around the edges, sure. But when it came to you, there was no doubt—he’d take care of you, fuck everyone else.

Katsuki wrapped the fluffy towel around your body, still warm and soft from the dryer. You nuzzled into it, relishing the feeling of warmth against your skin, the scent of fresh laundry lingering in the air. His chuckle was low, almost rumbling through his chest as he set you gently on the bath mat.

"Wait here," he said, his voice firm yet filled with that protective edge you’d grown so used to. You sat obediently, the towel cocooning you in its comforting warmth as Katsuki disappeared briefly.

When he returned, he carried a chair from the dinning and placed it in front of the bathroom mirror. He motioned for you to sit, and you did so without protest. The exhaustion still clung to you, but the care he was giving made it easier to just lean into his routine. You felt his fingers work through your damp hair with gentle precision as he sectioned it off to braid.

The motions were firm but soft, practiced as if he had done this countless times before. You closed your eyes, letting yourself relax under his touch as he skillfully wove your hair into two simple, neat braids.

“There,” he murmured, wrapping a towel around the ends to help them dry. “That should do for now.” He gave you a brief once-over, satisfied with his work.

Next, Katsuki grabbed a toothbrush and came back toward you, squeezing a dollop of toothpaste onto it. Before you could protest or joke, he pressed the brush gently against your lips, and you reluctantly opened your mouth.

As he began brushing, your lips curled in a playful pout, and you made an attempt to nip his fingers with a mischievous glint in your eyes. Katsuki’s reaction was immediate, pulling back just slightly before leaning in close, his face inches from yours, eyes glinting with amusement.

“You really want me to bite you, huh?” he teased, voice low as his breath brushed your skin. You pouted but couldn’t stop the smile from creeping in. Slowly, you nodded, biting your lower lip. He smirked at your response, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin between your neck and shoulder, just enough pressure to make you shiver.

Your breath hitched as you squeezed him, wrapping your arms around his waist, but the sound that almost escaped you was quickly stifled as you pulled back, burying your face into the towel.

Katsuki chuckled darkly, clearly pleased with himself. "Behave," he muttered, finishing with your teeth. He handed you the mouthwash next. “Rinse,” he instructed, his eyes following your every move. You swished the cool liquid around before spitting it out, feeling oddly refreshed.

Once that was done, he moved on to the next part of his routine—your skincare. His touch was methodical as he washed your face, scrubbing gently and making sure every inch of your skin was properly cared for.

You could feel the cool cleanser on your cheeks as he worked, and there was something oddly intimate about the way he treated each step like it was second nature.

“No more mascara,” Katsuki said, narrowing his eyes as he gently dabbed a soft towel against your skin. “I want you to keep those damn lashes.”

You giggled at his comment, catching his eye in the mirror. “Hitoshi says we’re the only ones who make insomnia look sexy,” you teased.

“Don’t take compliments from a guy who needs a bag check for his fuckin’ eyes.”

You snorted, while Katsuki was rolling his eyes. “That idiot looked like death last mission. He and Denki passed out under the table like a couple of idiots,” he said, shaking his head.

“We should to check in on them—”

He interrupted, raising an eyebrow. “We can check on them tomorrow.”

His gaze shifted, locking onto yours with a possessive glint that made your stomach flutter. “You’re all mine this weekend. Those extras can wait.”

You blushed, your face softening as the weight of his words settled over you. The tenderness beneath his rough exterior always caught you off guard, especially when he showed it in moments like these. You felt a warmth spread through your chest, and for once, it wasn’t just because of the cozy towel wrapped around you.

Katsuki reached into the drawer, grabbing your favorite lip oil with a casual confidence, but his movements slowed with deliberate care as he traced the line of your cupid's bow, filling in your lips with precise strokes.

You felt the cool glide of the oil over your lips, the faint scent of vanilla filling the air between you. Watching him concentrate so intensely on such a delicate task brought a smile to your face.

“I can remember the last time you did something like this~”

you teased, the sing-song lilt in your voice light, playful. His reaction was immediate—his sharp vermillion eyes snapped back to yours, but his reddening ears gave him away. For all his confidence, a comment like that still managed to fluster him. The slight color spreading across his face would’ve been easy to miss if you hadn’t been watching him so closely.

His scowl deepened, and he growled, “So you wanna get your ass knocked out or what?”

You giggled, placing one hand on his solid shoulder, your fingers brushing against the heat radiating from his skin. Then, with a grin, you pressed the crown of your head into the crook of his neck, feeling the warmth of his skin against your cheek.

“Nooo, I’m just so happy you’re here!” Your voice was soft, genuine, the relief and joy of his presence making you melt into the moment.

Katsuki’s tension ebbed as he rolled his eyes, the smallest hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He let your teasing slide, his usual gruffness tempered by the tenderness he rarely let anyone else see.

Without a word, he scooped you up into his arms as if you weighed nothing, his strength effortless as he held you close to his chest. You clung to him, feeling the firm muscles beneath his shirt, his heartbeat steady under your palm.

‘God, I love your heartbeat.’

As he carried you through the apartment, Katsuki flicked off the lights with a casual swipe of his hand, the darkness closing in behind you both. When you entered your room, you were greeted with the fresh, clean scent of laundry detergent and something distinctly Katsuki.

You blinked in surprise, realizing just how spotless everything was.

The bed was made, your clothes folded, and the air felt lighter, even though your mirror—still cracked from earlier—reflected back the remnants of your impulsive outburst. The shards of glass had already been swept and vacuumed away, leaving no trace of the mess.

Before you could comment, Katsuki threw you onto the bed, your body bouncing lightly against the plush comforter. “Hey!” you protested, mock indignation coloring your voice as you propped yourself up on your elbows, glaring at him.

He just smirked, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “You’re asking for it.” You narrowed your eyes, grabbing one of your stuffed animals—a soft, well-loved bunny—and held it up like a threat. “I’ll throw all my stuffed animals at you, Katsuki, don’t test me.”

But the playful moment quickly shifted, his expression darkening with a predatory edge. His eyes gleamed as he climbed onto the bed with slow, deliberate movements, the mattress sinking slightly under his weight as he stalked toward you, inch by inch, like a wild animal sizing up its prey. The air between you thickened, electric, and your breath caught in your throat.

"You really wanna do that, sweetheart?" His voice was low, dangerous, sending a shiver down your spine. His gaze flickered briefly to the stuffed bunny in your hand before it snapped back to your face. "When you know how I feel about your 'babies'?" The way he drawled out the word—"babies"—made heat coil low in your stomach, your body responding involuntarily to the tension in the air.

Your grip on the bunny loosened, and without thinking, you let it drop from your hand. It tumbled onto the bed with a soft thud, forgotten, as you instinctively wrapped yourself tighter in the towel, your pulse quickening.

Katsuki’s smirk widened at your silence, his voice a low rumble as he teased, “What, no answer for me?” He leaned in closer, his face inches from yours, turning his ear toward you as if daring you to speak.

Instead of words, you leaned forward and pressed a soft, lingering kiss against the shell of his ear, your breath warm against his skin. “No,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Katsuki chuckled, the sound deep and satisfied. He tugged at the edge of your towel with one finger, pulling it down just enough to expose your neck, your pulse beating rapidly beneath your skin. His lips descended, pressing a hot, firm kiss against the sensitive spot just above your collarbone, his breath hot as he whispered against your skin,

“Good choice.”

Your breath hitched, your body shivering as you leaned into his touch, his kiss lingering like a brand against your flesh. The air around you was thick with unspoken words, the world outside fading away as you lost yourself in the warmth of his presence, the safety and intensity that only Katsuki could bring.

Katsuki’s hands reached for the hem of his skull-printed shirt, fingers curling as he lifted it over his head. The muscles in his arms and chest flexed with the movement, every line of his sculpted frame rippling with controlled power. He didn’t bother tossing it aside like he normally would. Instead, he draped it over you, lowering it onto your head before helping you slip your arms through the sleeves.

You smiled softly as the worn fabric slid down your body, the familiar scent of Katsuki surrounding you like a comforting embrace. His shirt was huge on you, the edges brushing just past your thighs, the warmth of it melding with the heat radiating from him.

You shifted beneath him, looking up as he hovered over you, his palms bracing on either side of your head. The proximity made your heart race, the weight of his gaze sending a shiver of anticipation through your body. Katsuki’s sharp eyes softened for just a second, the intensity still present but tempered with something warmer, more intimate.

He didn’t say anything as you wrapped your arms around his strong back, feeling the firmness of his muscles beneath your fingers.

“Come here,” you murmured, giving him a gentle tap between his shoulder blades.

Without hesitation, Katsuki let himself drop, all the glorious warmth of his body pressing against you in a slow, controlled descent. The heavy weight of his chest flattened against yours, and you sighed in contentment, the closeness making you feel grounded.

Katsuki’s body, normally so explosive and full of barely contained energy, was now soft and pliant against you, like he was giving you the privilege of feeling his full, unfiltered presence.

Your hands naturally found their way to his spiky blonde hair, fingers threading through the surprisingly soft strands. For all the sharpness of his exterior, Katsuki’s hair was softer than most people knew—something only a select few had the privilege to experience. He guarded his personal space like a fortress, and it took time for him to let his guard down around anyone, let alone like this.

But with you, it was different. He was different.

He was your fussy Pomeranian—prickly to everyone else, but with a soft, loyal core.

You gently massaged his scalp, your nails scraping lightly against his skin as you worked through the spiked chaos of his hair. You could feel him relax, his tense shoulders loosening as he melted further into you, letting out a low grunt of approval. The sound was almost primal, a rumbling that vibrated through his chest and into yours.

You were so caught up in the moment, fingers tracing the line of his neck and combing through his hair, that you almost missed the sudden burst of air against your shoulder. It wasn’t until you felt the wet tickle of his lips blowing a raspberry into your skin that you realized he was trying to get your attention.

“What the—Katsuki!” you squealed, laughing as the sound reverberated through your skin. He smirked against your shoulder, clearly pleased with himself.

He lifted his head slightly, his red eyes gleaming with a mischievous glint. “You listening now, or do I gotta do it again?” His voice was low, teasing, but there was that familiar edge of dominance underneath it all.

You huffed in mock annoyance, rolling your eyes before looking up at him. “What were you saying, genius?”

Katsuki grinned, the corners of his mouth twitching as he lowered himself again, letting his breath fan against your ear. “I said you’re lucky, you know that?” His voice was softer now, but it still held that commanding tone that sent a spark of heat through your chest.

“Lucky I didn’t pounce on you the second I got back.”

His words lingered in the air, heavy with implication, and your breath hitched as you met his gaze. The raw intensity in his eyes, that feral spark you loved so much, was back. It wasn’t just a warning—it was a promise.

You swallowed, your voice coming out a little breathless. “Yeah? And why didn’t you?”

His grin widened as he pressed his forehead against yours, his voice dropping even lower. “Because I’m not an idiot. I could see you weren’t takin’ care of yourself. And I ain’t about to let my girl fall apart while I’m gone.”

You blinked, feeling a wave of warmth wash over you, though his words held a stern undertone. He shifted slightly, his weight pressing more firmly against you as his hands slid up your sides, his thumbs brushing just under the hem of his shirt. The touch was possessive but careful, like he was reminding you who was in charge of your well-being now.

“I know you can take care of yourself,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your temple, “but sometimes, you get stressed and forget.” His hands stilled, resting on your waist. “So I’m gonna do it for you.”

You couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips. Katsuki, in his own gruff way, always knew exactly what you needed. And it wouldn’t even admit it outright, he cared more than anyone you’d ever known.

You felt your hands tighten in his hair again, tugging gently as you let out a soft sigh. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, feeling a mix of affection and guilt. You knew you hadn’t been taking care of yourself lately, but hearing him say it hit differently. It made you realize just how much he’d noticed, how much he’d been keeping track, even when he wasn’t around.

Katsuki didn’t say anything at first. Instead, he shifted his weight, lifting his head to look down at you again, his expression softening just a fraction. “Yeah, well... just don’t make me come home to that shit again, got it?” His voice was still gruff, but there was an undeniable warmth in his tone.

You nodded, feeling a wave of relief wash over you. He didn’t need to say it outright, but you knew—he wasn’t going anywhere. Not when it came to you.

Without another word, he leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before nuzzling into the crook of your neck. His breath was warm against your skin, and you let yourself relax under the weight of his body, feeling safe, loved, and cared for.

The two of you lay there in a soft, comfortable silence, the weight of Katsuki’s warm body settled against yours, his steady breath fanning over your skin.

His arms, strong yet gentle, stayed wrapped around your waist as if anchoring himself to you. The room was quiet, save for the occasional rustle of the sheets and the subtle creaking of the bed beneath your weight. You were about to close your eyes, savoring the moment, when you felt a slight flutter against your neck. His long eyelashes were brushing against your skin, tickling you softly.

You blinked, lifting your head slightly. "Katsuki, you alright?"

A muffled, "Yeah," came from him, his voice low and slightly hoarse as he nuzzled into the crook of your shoulder. But something in the way he said it made you pause. His head shifted, settling over your boob (chest), right where your heart was. The sensation of his ear pressing against your heartbeat sent a wave of warmth and electricity rushing through you. Your soul felt like it was lighting up, a familiar connection between you two sparking alive.

Katsuki reached for your hand, his calloused fingers weaving through yours with a gentleness that contrasted his usual roughness. He lifted your intertwined hands and pressed them over his own heart, resting them there. The sensation, the intimacy of the moment, sent a tingle through your entire body, filling you with an overwhelming sense of love and connection. It was rare for Katsuki to be this tender, to show you this vulnerable side of himself.

And yet, as you lay there, your heartbeats in sync, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

A soft, involuntary smile tugged at your lips as you looked down at him. You could feel the rhythm of his heart beneath your palm, steady and strong, and you were certain he could feel yours, too. The electric charge between you wasn’t just emotional; it felt physical, like your very essence was reaching out to him, and he to you. Katsuki, usually so tough and guarded, was here in your arms, sharing this tender moment.

But as you lay there, soaking in the warmth of the moment, something shifted. Katsuki stiffened slightly in your arms, his body going rigid against yours. You could feel his breath hitch, and when you looked down, you saw the confusion in his eyes, the way they glistened with unshed tears. His brow furrowed, and for a moment, he looked completely lost, almost scared.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” you asked, your voice laced with concern as you felt him tense even further. A flicker of panic shot through you. You knew how hard it was for Katsuki to express his emotions, and seeing him like this, vulnerable and on the verge of breaking down, tugged at something deep inside of you.

"Are you having those pains again? Is it your chest?!"

Katsuki shook his head quickly, but his face contorted, and he let out a sharp sniff, his breaths coming faster. His fingers squeezed yours, his grip tightening as his other arm wrapped around your waist with almost a desperate strength.

You could feel the heat rising off his skin, his body suddenly clammy as if he were in a battle. His muscles tensed and flexed, his jaw clenched as he tried to fight whatever emotions were threatening to spill out.

"'S alright," he mumbled into your chest, but you could hear the tremble in his voice, the way it cracked as if he were holding something back. He buried his face deeper against you, curling into your body as though trying to shield himself from the storm brewing inside him.

"No, 'S not alright," you countered softly, your hand moving to rub slow, calming circles over his sweaty back. "Come on, Katsu, you know you can tell me."

You felt his heart pounding harder against your hand, the frantic rhythm echoing through your palm. His breath hitched again, and you instinctively shifted, running your fingers through his hair to calm him. Your other hand moved to the back of his neck, rubbing the tension out of his tight muscles as his breaths came in shallow gasps.

Katsuki’s palms, usually dry and strong, grew slick with sweat, and you could feel his hands trembling as they gripped yours. He sniffed again, louder this time, his body shuddering as he tried to regain control. Several deep, shaky breaths followed, but he didn’t pull away.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he lifted his head. His red eyes were rimmed with unshed tears, his lashes wet as he blinked them away. He sat up slowly, pulling himself out of your embrace, though he still held onto your hand like a lifeline. His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, his gaze distant as if he were trying to sort through the mess of emotions swirling inside him.

You reached up, gently brushing a tear away from his cheek. “Baby, talk to me, please.”

He swallowed thickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he struggled to find his voice. When he finally spoke, his words were soft, raw. “I dunno... I just—” He paused, his jaw clenched as he looked down at your hand still resting over his heart. “I dunno what’s wrong with me.”

Your heart ached at the sight of him like this, so vulnerable and confused. Katsuki wasn’t used to feeling things this deeply, wasn’t used to letting anyone in like this. But here he was, breaking down in front of you, and all you wanted to do was hold him together.

You scooted closer, sitting up and pressing your forehead against his. “There’s nothing wrong with you, Katsu,” you whispered, your voice soothing as you cupped his face in your hands. “You’re just... feeling things. It’s okay.”

Katsuki closed his eyes, his breath shuddering as he leaned into your touch. “I don’t like it,” he muttered, his voice thick with frustration. “I don’t like not... not being able to control it.”

You kissed his forehead softly, letting your lips linger there for a moment before pulling back. “You don’t always have to be in control. It’s okay to let go sometimes.”

For a moment, he didn’t respond, just sat there with his eyes closed, his breathing slowly evening out as he let your words sink in. When he finally opened his eyes again, they were still glassy, but the panic had faded, replaced by a quiet resolve. He looked at you with an intensity that took your breath away.

“You make me feel things I don’t know how to handle,” he admitted quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. “But I don’t... I don’t wanna lose it.”

You smiled softly, your heart swelling as you pressed another gentle kiss to his cheek. “You won’t lose it, Katsuki. I’m here.”

Katsuki’s hand tightened around yours as he pulled back slightly, taking in a deep, steadying breath before speaking again. His eyes, still a little glassy but full of determination, met yours with a quiet intensity. “I didn’t want to be away from you,” he started, his voice soft but firm. “Even if work’s important... to me, you’re more important.”

You opened your mouth to argue, to tell him that his work as a hero mattered, that it saved lives, but the look he gave you made you stop short. His gaze softened as it met yours, a silent plea for understanding. And instead of fighting back, you took his rough, calloused hands in yours, bringing them to your lips and pressing soft kisses to his knuckles. Then, with a small smile, you pressed his hands gently to your cheeks, letting him feel the warmth there, the quiet affection you had for him.

“I’m with you,” you whispered, and those simple words seemed to ease the tension in his body. He let out a slow breath, his chest rising and falling heavily before he continued.

“I get it,” he said, his voice a little stronger now. “Why you’re always trying to be so independent. You’ve got your own life, your own goals, and I want to respect that.” His thumb gently brushed against your cheek as he spoke, as though grounding himself with your touch.

“But I can’t... I can’t just sit by and watch you not take care of yourself. Sometimes... I feel like it’s my job to make sure you’re okay, ‘cause I... I love you.”

His voice cracked on those last words, and you saw the raw emotion flicker in his eyes. Katsuki wasn’t used to being vulnerable like this, to letting people see the softer side of him. But he was here, laying it all bare in front of you. You could feel the weight of his words, the sincerity, the fear that maybe you didn’t need him as much as he needed you. It tugged at something deep inside you.

“I love you, and I want to take care of you,” he went on, his grip on your hands tightening as if he were afraid to let go. “I wanna protect you, keep you safe, even when you don’t think you need it. It’s... it’s who I am. And I’m not gonna apologize for it.”

Your heart swelled with affection, and you moved your hands over his arms, gently rubbing along the firm, tense muscles as you tried to soothe him. His skin was warm under your touch, and you could feel the faint tremble in his shoulders as he kept talking, the weight of his emotions finally spilling out.

“I just...” Katsuki paused, his voice faltering for a moment as he swallowed hard, trying to keep the lump in his throat at bay. “This time away from you... it made me realize a lot. How much I love you, how much I need you around. I can’t stand it when I’m not with you, even if it’s just for a few days.” He let out a small, almost bitter chuckle. “You probably think it’s stupid, huh?”

You smiled softly, shaking your head as you continued to run your hands over his arms, feeling the tension slowly melt away under your touch. “It’s not stupid,” you whispered. “I missed you too.”

Katsuki’s eyes flickered with relief, but there was still a hint of frustration lingering in his expression. “But you... you don’t take care of yourself, not the way you should,” he said, his voice more serious now. “You always look after everyone else—hell, you make sure everyone’s okay, but you don’t do the same for yourself. It drives me crazy.”

You gave him a playful smile, trying to lighten the mood just a little. “You can’t keep an eye on me all the time, Katsu.”

He huffed, narrowing his eyes at you. “That’s the problem. I can’t. And you don’t make a habit of neglecting yourself, but when you do... you’re a hypocrite. You’ll run yourself into the ground to help everyone else, but then act like you don’t need anyone to do the same for you.”

You wanna stick your tongue out at him but knowing Katsuki, he’d make you regret that all night long.

Katsuki’s intense gaze lingered, tracing every inch of you with a sharp, possessive look that made your heart race. His eyes moved from the top of your head, down the gentle curve of your neck, over the way his oversized skull shirt bunched up on your thighs, and down to your toes.

You could feel the weight of his stare, heavy with unspoken emotions, and for a moment, it seemed like the air between you thickened with tension.

Then he blinked, and it was like a fog lifting. He shifted, reaching into the deep pockets of his sweatpants with a small grunt. “I wanted to do this ‘right,’ ya know,” he muttered, almost to himself, but the words were laced with that familiar gruffness. His fingers fiddled with something in his pocket, his focus still mostly on you.

“Spent weeks with those dumbasses—picking out flowers, going through all these fancy restaurants, trying to get the perfect gift. Because you’re my girl, and I only get the best for you.”

His voice was low, raspy, and the way his eyes softened briefly before trailing down to your legs made your breath catch. His hand, rough and warm, ghosted over your ankle as if testing the waters before his grip tightened, just enough to pull you slightly closer with a small, teasing tug.

The movement startled you, and you yelped, instinctively wrapping the towel tighter around your waist as you scrambled upright, your heart hammering against your ribs. Katsuki’s laughter rumbled through the room, deep and genuine, the sound like warm honey coating the air. He was taking in the sight of your flustered reaction with a wicked grin plastered on his face.

“Kats,” you started, still catching your breath as you eyed him suspiciously, “what are you getting at?”

The mischievous gleam in his eyes returned, that familiar cocky, dangerous look that always made your pulse quicken. His grin softened into something more meaningful, more grounded, but still tinged with that wild spark. That look in his eye? It was the one that always had you convinced that all the hot ones were definitely crazy.

“I’ve wanted this for a long time,” he confessed, his voice dropping into something more intimate, more vulnerable.

“Since I met you.”

You blinked, watching as his gaze flickered down to your bare legs. His jaw clenched for a split second, and he let out a low curse under his breath. “Should’ve used that damn lotion,” he muttered, almost to himself, clearly irritated that he hadn’t taken the chance to pamper you properly.

The moonlight filtering in from your window cast a silvery glow over him, highlighting every cut and line of his muscles as if he were carved from stone.

He was beautiful, raw, like a storm contained just beneath the surface, and for a brief moment, you were distracted by the sight of him—the rise and fall of his chest, the way his stomach flexed with each breath.

You could have his babies right here, right now.

Then his voice softened again, and the mood shifted as he spoke. “I love you. I really do.” His tone was hushed, like it was just for you. His eyes—usually so full of fire and determination—now held something much deeper, something vulnerable that he rarely let show. It was just him. Your Katsuki.

“I’m not good with this shit. I know that,” he admitted, his mouth tugging into a small, self-deprecating smirk. “But I wanna do this right.”

You blinked, feeling the air grow heavier as he squared his shoulders, a determined glint returning to his eyes. His hand finally left his pocket, and in one swift, almost impatient motion, he pulled something out and opened it in front of you.

A small box. Velvet. The kind that held only one thing.

Your breath hitched, and your entire world seemed to narrow down to that tiny box and the ring inside it. It glittered in the low light, catching the moon's glow, but the details were lost on you as your heart thudded wildly in your chest.

Katsuki looked at you, dead-on, his expression both serious and soft at the same time, like he was offering you everything he had.

“Would you marry me and be my hot mess?”

For a split second, you couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Couldn’t even process the words that had just come out of his mouth. You felt like someone had knocked the air out of your lungs with a feather—hell, they could have knocked you over with one.

The world stopped spinning. Your eyes darted between the ring and Katsuki, who was watching you carefully now, his breath held as if he was waiting for your next move. You could feel the gravity of this moment pressing down on your chest, and yet... it wasn’t the heavy kind of weight that scared you. No. It was something else entirely.

It was the kind of weight that came with the realization that this moment, this person in front of you, was everything you never knew you needed.

A million thoughts raced through your mind, and none of them made sense, but your body reacted first. Your lips parted, but no words came out at first, only a small breathless laugh as you brought your shaking hands up to your mouth. Katsuki’s eyes searched your face, trying to gauge your reaction, and the barest hint of nerves flashed behind his hardened exterior. He might’ve been a fearless hero, but this?

This was different.

“Katsuki,” you whispered, barely able to find your voice as the emotions swirled inside you. “You... you’re serious?”

“Dead serious,” he replied immediately, his voice unwavering now. His eyes bore into yours with that fierce conviction only he could pull off. “I’ve been serious about you from the start. I love you, and I’m not waiting around anymore. I want you. With me. Always.”

His words sank into you, and before you even fully realized what you were doing, your hands shot forward, grabbing his face, pulling him down toward you. You kissed him—deeply, passionately, pouring everything you had into it, letting the overwhelming feelings consume you.

His lips were warm, familiar, grounding. Katsuki groaned softly into the kiss, his hands moving to your waist, pulling you closer as if the space between you was too much to bear.

When you finally pulled away, your foreheads pressed together, your breath mingling with his as you both panted softly. The world around you faded, and all that was left was the man in front of you and the question still hanging in the air.

“Yes,” you breathed, smiling through the tears that had welled up in your eyes. “Yes, Katsuki. I’ll marry you.”

And for the first time in what felt like forever, you saw it—the raw, unfiltered joy on his face. It wasn’t loud or boastful, but it was there, in the soft curl of his lips and the way his eyes shone with unshed tears.

Katsuki Bakugo had won another battle—this time, with your heart.

Katsuki's rough fingers, calloused and warm, carefully slid the ring over your finger, his touch uncharacteristically gentle. You couldn’t help but gasp as the gem caught the light, sparkling in a way that made your heart skip a beat. It was more than beautiful—it was personal. The stone in the center was your birthstone, cut into your favorite shape and polished into your favorite color, surrounded by a delicate halo of tiny rubies. Rubies just like his eyes.

Your gaze flickered to the ring and then back to Katsuki. “How… how did you…?” you whispered, utterly floored. The details were so specific, the kind that you had only mentioned in passing, mostly to Michael. But somehow, Katsuki had pieced it all together.

The rubies glistened against the band, and nestled between them were smaller gemstones that mirrored the exact shade of your eyes. And if that wasn’t enough, there was another set of gems, a deep, fiery orange—the color of Katsuki’s favorite thing: explosions.

You turned the ring over in your hand, overwhelmed by the craftsmanship, the thoughtfulness. Every inch of the piece was a reflection of you, of him, of both of you together. Whoever he went to had worked some serious magic. As your fingers brushed over the band, something else caught your eye. With trembling hands, you slipped the ring off, turning it over, and there it was—engraved into the inside of the band in Katsuki’s unmistakable bluntness:

“I love you, dumbass.”

That was it. The tears came again, flooding your vision before you could stop them. Your chest tightened with the overwhelming sweetness of it all. You’d never expected this. How could you? This whole day had taken such a turn that your emotions were a tangled mess, and now, here you were, crying like a baby over a ring. But it wasn’t just any ring—it was him, you, everything.

“Katsuki,” you sobbed, bringing the ring to your chest as if it could stop the flood of emotions. Your voice trembled, but before you could even say another word, Katsuki’s eyes widened in pure panic. He hated when you cried. Hell, it wasn’t often that you let yourself fall apart like this, and seeing you like that sent him spiraling.

“Oi, oi! Don’t cry, damn it!” he barked, his voice frantic as he moved in closer, cupping your face with both hands. But then his panic melted into something softer as his thumbs wiped away the tears.

“I’m serious, stop it, or you’re gonna make me lose it.”

But the sight of your tears didn’t stop him from acting on impulse. In typical Katsuki fashion, he leaned down and kissed you, first pressing his lips all over your face, desperate to dry every tear. But he didn’t stop there. In a ridiculous, completely endearing move, he leaned over and licked your cheek, tasting the saltiness of your tears with a playful smirk. You squealed, pulling away in shock, your face scrunched up in disbelief.

“Did you just—ew, Katsuki! That’s so gross!”

You smacked his solid chest, half laughing, half horrified, but that only egged him on. “Oh, I’m gross now, huh?” he teased, his voice low and dangerous as he grinned down at you. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he launched himself at you, playfully wrestling you down onto the bed.

“No, no—Katsuki!” you shrieked, giggling uncontrollably as his strong arms trapped you beneath him. He pinned you effortlessly, his weight pressing you into the mattress as he leaned in, his nose brushing against yours. His lips were on you again, peppering your face with kisses, and soon enough, the two of you were tumbling around in the sheets, rolling and laughing like a couple of kids.

The wrestling match was chaotic, full of breathless laughter, limbs tangled up, and soft murmurs of affection between teasing jabs. Katsuki was surprisingly playful, and before long, you were both breathless, collapsing side by side on the bed, staring up at the ceiling as your hearts raced in sync.

You turned your head, catching the way his chest heaved with each breath, a lazy grin tugging at the corner of his lips. His messy hair, usually so spiked and wild, was disheveled in the cutest way possible. Without thinking, you reached out, running your fingers through it, smoothing it back in place. He hummed in contentment, his eyes half-lidded as he looked over at you.

“But where’s your ring?” you asked, suddenly realizing that the gesture had been one-sided. You were the one with the ring on your finger, but what about him?

Katsuki chuckled, his voice rumbling low in his chest. “My ring, huh?” He smirked, eyes sparkling with that familiar cocky glint. “I’ll just give you my wallet, and you can surprise me.”

You blinked, taken aback for a second, before bursting into laughter. “M’Okay!” you replied, your voice full of playful mockery. “But don’t blame me if I pick something pink and covered in glitter.”

“Whatever you want, babe,” he shot back, unbothered by the thought, though you knew he’d raise hell if you actually went through with it. The both of you erupted into laughter again, the sound filling the room like music.

Katsuki shifted, rolling onto his side as he gently took your hand in his, threading your fingers together like he always did. His lips found your hand again, this time softer, more purposeful. He kissed the spot right over your ring, his lips lingering there for a moment, as if sealing his promise to you.

“I love you, Katsuki Bakugou,” you whispered, your heart swelling with warmth as you looked at him, your fiancé, the man who had somehow managed to make this chaotic mess of a proposal the most perfect moment of your life.

Katsuki’s eyes softened, his rough exterior melting away in the intimate glow of the moonlight. He squeezed your hand, his thumb brushing gently over your knuckles. “I love you too, dumbass,” he muttered, his voice gruff, but his expression was nothing short of tender.

In that moment, wrapped up in each other, you realized something: this—this wild, crazy love you shared with Katsuki—was the only thing that made sense in the world. You lay there together, side by side, hearts entwined, you knew without a doubt that you had found your forever.

💖💥💖💥💖💥💖💥💖💥

The morning sunlight peeked through the curtains, casting a soft, warm glow across the bed, but you groaned, stretching lazily as you woke up. Your fingers instinctively brushed against your hair, feeling the unruly mess it had become overnight—complete with knots and stubborn curls that had a mind of their own.

You squinted at the brightness as your phone buzzed on the bedside table. Checking it, you saw the familiar ping of an email notification and grinned. You've been paid.

Sweet relief!

Rolling over to share the good news, you blinked in surprise at the empty side of the bed. The sheets were cold, and there was no sign of your fiancé—wait, boyfriend—wait, fiancé! A flutter of excitement bubbled up inside you at the thought of the word.

But the smell of breakfast caught your attention, and any irritation at his absence melted away. The unmistakable scent of eggs, with a hint of something smoky—probably bacon—wafted down the hallway, accompanied by the faint clink of pans from the kitchen.

Katsuki was already up, and the thought made you smile.

Without bothering to fix your appearance, you hopped out of bed, your feet hitting the cool, hardwood floor with a soft thud. You knew you’d hear about it later—how walking around barefoot would make you catch a cold. He always ranted about that kind of stuff, but you��d just smile and give him your usual “Yes, mama,” while he’d glare at you with that fiery look.

But for now, you padded down the hall, completely barefoot, on a mission.

The closer you got, the stronger his scent became—that familiar, intoxicating mix of burnt caramel and something inherently Katsuki. You spotted him before he even saw you, standing at the stove, his back turned, a spatula in hand as he expertly flipped eggs in a pan. His muscles were taut, his broad shoulders moving effortlessly as he worked. He was dressed in nothing more than a pair of sweatpants that hung low on his hips, and you couldn’t help but admire the sight.

With a mischievous grin, you quietly made your way over, your bare feet silent against the floor. And then, in one swift move, you leapt onto his back, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and burying your face into the crook of his neck.

“Hi, fiancé!” you greeted, your voice muffled as you inhaled deeply, taking in that addictive scent that was all his.

Katsuki stiffened for a split second, more from surprise than anything else, but he quickly recovered. With a chuckle, he reached over and turned off the stove, placing the spatula down before his hands found their way to your thighs, gripping them as he adjusted your weight.

“You’re gonna burn the damn house down one day, y’know that?” he muttered, but there was a playful note in his voice. Before you could even respond, he effortlessly spun you around, lifting you off his back and setting you down on the kitchen counter nearby. His strength never failed to amaze you, and you giggled as your bare legs dangled off the edge, your hands resting on his chest.

His eyes softened as he leaned in, brushing his lips against yours in a soft, lazy good morning kiss. “Hi, teddy bear,” he mumbled against your lips, his voice still raspy from sleep.

You smiled into the kiss, but just as you started to pull him closer, he pulled back, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. “Did you brush your teeth?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

You snorted, shaking your head. “No.”

He frowned, glancing down. “Did you use the bathroom?”

“Nope.”

His scowl deepened, though you could see the teasing glint in his eyes. “Wash your face?”

“Also, no.”

Katsuki groaned dramatically, running a hand through his messy, spiked hair. “And this is exactly why you’re moving in with me today. You need supervision,” he grumbled, though his voice was more affectionate than angry. Before you could argue, he lightly smacked your thighs, the contact sending a playful jolt through you.

“Katsuki!” you gasped, half laughing as you swatted at him, but he only pointed toward the living room.

Your delicate features blossomed into an expression of confusion. “What?” But he didn’t respond, instead looking so mischievous and pleased with himself.

That’s when you noticed it—half of your living room was in disarray, large boxes stacked high, and furniture already disassembled. It looked like a moving truck had stormed through your place. Your jaw dropped as you stared at the sight.

“KATSUKI!” you shrieked, your voice bouncing off the walls as the reality of what he’d done sank in. He had already packed half your stuff—without even telling you! You couldn’t believe it.

He didn’t even flinch at your outburst, just gave you that smug, self-satisfied grin of his, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

“What? I told you, you’re movin’ in today. Thought I’d help speed things up,” he said, shrugging as if he hadn’t just dismantled your entire living room.

You huffed, staring at the boxes like you couldn’t believe your eyes. “You could’ve at least warned me!”

He chuckled, stepping closer until he was standing between your legs, his hands resting on either side of your waist. “Nah. You’d just overthink it. This way, it’s done, and we don’t have to argue about it,” he smirked, leaning in to kiss your nose.

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t help but smile. “I’m still not done with school, you know. And we haven’t even… there’s no… ring on your finger.”

Katsuki quirked a brow, his smirk turning wicked. “I told you, give me my wallet, and you can surprise me with the ring.”

You laughed, shaking your head at his nonchalance. “You can’t be serious.”

“Oh, I am,” he said, the playful edge to his voice making your heart skip a beat. “And don’t worry about school. You can study at my place just fine.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but before you could say anything, he kissed you again, this time more firmly, his lips capturing yours in a way that made your head spin. You melted into it, your hands finding their way to his shoulders as you pulled him closer, your feet curling around his calves.

When he finally pulled back, you were breathless, your lips tingling. “You don’t play fair,” you muttered, but the smile on your face betrayed you.

He grinned, kissing your forehead softly before pressing his lips to your knuckles where your ring sat. “I play to win, babe. And I already did,” he whispered, his voice low and full of affection.

You sighed, leaning into him, knowing full well that Katsuki Bakugou always got his way.

Before you could respond to his sweet words, a mischievous glint sparked in your eyes. You leaned in closer, pretending to go in for another kiss, but at the last second, you bit him—just lightly, on his shoulder—before snatching the plate of bacon from the counter. Katsuki blinked, his eyes widening in confusion before narrowing sharply as he processed what had just happened.

“You little brat!” he growled, his voice full of playful irritation.

With a squeal, you jumped off the counter, bare feet hitting the cold floor, and bolted for the bedroom, the stolen bacon in hand. You knew exactly what you were doing. Katsuki typically hated when anyone touched his food (although he actually had a habit of feeding you from his plate and fork), but you couldn’t help it. You loved riling him up, especially when he got that fire in his eyes!~

"Come back here, princess!" he barked, and the sound of his footsteps echoed behind you.

You darted around the corner, your heart pounding with adrenaline and laughter bubbling in your throat. The hardwood floor was slippery, and you barely made it to the door when Katsuki’s booming footsteps got louder. He was fast, too fast.

A real predator on the hunt, and you were his target.

“Fuuuuck it, we ball!” you shouted over your shoulder, laughing as you slid into the bedroom. You could hear him cursing under his breath, muttering something about how you were always testing him. You were a princess, and yeah, maybe a bit of a brat, but that was part of your charm. You loved to push his buttons, loved how easy it was to get under his skin.

You heard the door slam behind you as Katsuki entered the room, hot on your heels. His eyes locked on yours, his gaze intense as he advanced. You tried to dodge him, but he was quicker, snatching the plate of bacon from your hands before grabbing your waist and pulling you back into his chest.

“Gotcha now, you little thief,” he growled in your ear, his voice low and warning, but you could hear the amusement in his tone.

You squirmed, trying to wiggle out of his grasp, but he held you firm, his arms like steel bands around your waist. “Okay, okay! I surrender!” you giggled, breathless from the chase.

“You’re damn right you do,” he murmured before spinning you around and planting a quick, searing kiss on your lips. It was rough, but it was Katsuki through and through—fiery, intense, and full of passion.

You grinned against his lips, leaning into him. “Guess I’m still your little brat then, huh?”

He smirked, brushing a strand of hair out of your face as he looked down at you with that same possessive, loving gaze that always made your heart skip a beat. “Damn right you are. My brat, my princess, my pain in the ass.”

You laughed, nuzzling into his chest as you felt his arms tighten around you. “And you’re my grumpy fiancé,” you teased, poking his ribs.

Katsuki grumbled, but his smirk softened, his lips brushing the top of your head. “Yeah. But I’m your grumpy fiancé, so fuck it—we ball.”

In that moment, tangled together, laughter still lingering in the air, you knew without a doubt that you were his, and he was yours. No matter what life throws at you, you’d face it together.

Always.

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