#☆MHA

[icyhottodo]

die for you | k.bg

summary: bakugo comes home all bruised up.

contains: cursing (it's bakugo, what did you expect? ), mentions of blood and injuries, pre-established relationship, gn reader and mean people.

wc: 0.9k

"what happened to you?!" you exclaimed, your boisterous voice heard throughout the apartment. you saw bakugo come home with a black eye and soot all over his clothes and face. there were even some cuts, allowing some of bakugo's blood to seep through his skin.

you told bakugo to sit on your shared bed and change into comfortable clothes while you went to the bathroom, where the first aid kit was placed. even though bakugo is one of the top heroes and has been in many gruesome fights, he always gets patched up in the hospital or with the recovery girl, who never fails to heal bakugo’s wounds. but bakugo wasn’t on patrol this time; he told you earlier that he was going to have a fun outing with kirishima. you would expect your lover to come home happy and safe, not all beaten up. so what happened?

"nothing," bakugo said sharply. his voice can still be heard from where you stand. bakugo sounded like he was trying to regain his breath, to which you assumed he ran back home.

walking back to where bakugo sat, you stood in between his legs. you start grabbing clean, non-alcoholic wipes to clear off the dirt and dried blood on his skin. you grabbed his calloused hands and arm, beginning to wipe them off. upon noticing red knuckles, your eyebrows furrowed deeper. you decided not to say anything about it, but you had your assumptions.

you let out a heavy sigh, breaking the deafening silence between the two of you. you start cleaning the filth on his face, stopping for a second to hold his face with both of your hands. slightly squishing his hidden chubby cheeks. "i won't ask for the details, but bakugo. i thought you were trying to stop being so short-tempered."

"i am! it's just…" bakugo groaned at your slight nagging. nonetheless, he leans adoringly into your touch, making his cheeks even more prominent. "it's just that while i was hanging out with shitty hair, i came across those shitty classmates you had back in high school, and they were talking shit about you. i couldn’t just walk away without doing anything."

you didn't have a tasteful relationship with your previous classmates. they weren’t precisely outright bullies with anyone, but they talked badly about a lot of people in your year, including you.

you stayed quiet about this information but went ahead to disinfect his wounds. because you chose to say nothing, bakugo became secretly nervous. usually, bakugo could care less what people thought about his lunatic actions. despite that, bakugo extremely cares about what you have to think about because, well, he is in love with you.

"what did they say about me?" this made almost all of bakugo’s worries wash away; you weren't exactly mad at him. but he can hear the slight tinge of insecurity in the tone of your voice, which made him hold onto your hand and squeeze it lightly in an effort to comfort you.

"they were questioning how we were dating, saying you ‘are ugly," and if you bribed me to become your significant other. they said more things, but i started seeing red by then." bakugo rolls his eyes, reliving the situation.

"you can ask kirishima more about what they said. i tuned out everyone’s voices once i landed a punch. and yes, shitty hair is okay." the crimson-eyed man added, knowing that you would ask about the red riot hero, too. you told bakugo to stay put while you went to the kitchen to grab an ice pack from the refrigerator; you were going to treat that distinct black eye he got.

"close your eyes," you instructed, after going back to your original spot in front of bakugo. preparing his ice pack, you suddenly felt two arms wrapping around your waist, then they pulled you into your boyfriend’s embrace. the scent of caramel engulfed your senses, and the warmth spread throughout your body.

"i don’t care if i’m hurt. can’t i just cuddle with you instead of you nagging at me?" his muffled voice becomes apparent when he snuggles his face against your chest. you let out a long exhale at your boyfriend’s request.

while you were glad bakugo had stood up for you, you wouldn’t want him to come home every day looking beaten up. sure, bakugo has faced scarier things, or he has been in far more pain than he is right now. but that never helped you worry less about your lover.

"when your black eye stops swelling, then we can cuddle," you instructed as you put the ice pack on his bruised right eye. the sudden contrast of his warm skin made bakugo hiss at the coldness suddenly put on him, and maybe secretly at the fact that you denied his offer of affection.

"thank you for protecting me, bakugo. but there are other ways to defend me other than throwing hands." although you first denied bakugo’s request, you pushed him softly to lie down on the bed.

"love, i would die for you. rather than using 'my words'." bakugo deadpans.

you ignored bakugo's comment, as you pulled up the blanket to cover both of your bodies and wrapped your arms around bakugo, to which he grumbled out of happiness. you pecked bakugo on the cheek and said, "thank you for loving me, bakugo."

[piedpip3rrr]

Thee kiddos

[connorsui]

He stood outside the courthouse, using the building’s reflective glass as a makeshift mirror. He adjusted the tie she’d picked out for him that morning, tugging it loose and then tightening it again until it sat just right. His free hand ran through his hair, smoothing the strands she’d ruffled when she kissed him goodbye with a sly smirk. The faint scent of her perfume clung to his shirt, and he couldn’t help but smile.

“Man, your wife is insane,” an officer muttered as he walked past, throwing him a glance.

Without missing a beat, he chuckled, straightening his collar. “Yeah, no shit. Why do you think I married her?” He shot the officer a grin through the reflection, adjusting his cufflinks like this was just another day in his life. “I’m literally on my way to her trial right now, carrying her favorite cookies and wearing the shirt she insisted on. Hell, I’ve even got her eyeliner in this bag because, and I quote, she wants to look stunning for the pictures.”

He gave himself one last look in the glass, smoothing the fabric of his shirt, before turning to the officer. “And when this is all over, I’ll be paying her bail. Not because I have to—because I want to. She’ll come out, probably ask for a shopping spree or some fancy dinner, and you know what? I’ll give it to her. Every last bit.”

His voice softened as he glanced down at the cookies in his hand, a quiet smile tugging at his lips. “Because she’s my wife. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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