Failure {(grown up) Katsuki X Reader}

15

(A/n so a teensy bit of context for this chapter. Bakugos height as of being age 16 is 5'7. So we can easily assume he grew maybe a couple inches before he stopped fully growing. In this story both you the reader and bakugo are 24. So maybe 5'9-5'10. Quite tall. The reader yourself I imagine to be about 5'4-5'5, so about the average. Probably unnecessary but I figured I give a bit of an explanation on what height I think you and bakugo may be.)

Waking up the next day you still feel quite tired. The night before had been physically and emotionally draining. As you exit your room the smell of food wafts towards you.

Making your way down the hall you can hear bakugo shuffling around in the kitchen. Though as you enter the kitchen your not met with the sight of bakugo but instead kirishima.

"Kiri?" He turns at your voice and smiles widely.

"Good afternoon sleepy head. Bakugo is already up." As he finishes speaking you hear a sigh behind you. You turn your head to see bakugo entering the kitchen.

"Not because I want to be." Rather than going anywhere in the kitchen you may have expected him to he goes to stand behind you. You go to move assuming somehow your in his way but he grabs your sides holding you in place. Then without a word he rests his chin on the top of your head still holding onto your sides.

"Watcha doin?" You ask quietly as to not grab Kirishimas attention.

"Doing what you told me to do." You have a frustrated sigh at his vague answer.

"And that would be?" You cross your arms trying not to shiver at his chest pressed against your back.

"To lean on you if I need to." He takes his hands from your sides and wraps his arms around your shoulders leaning on you even further.

"Sure, if that's what you want to call this." He only chuckles not making a move to leave. Despite the somewhat flustered feeling in your stomach you were also very comfortable. It felt so natural to just be touched by him.

Finally giving in you close your eyes and lean back into him. You could have fallen asleep right there. He felt like a nice heated blanket. You've always been naturally cold so you fed off of his natural body heat.

"Alright lunch is served." You open your eyes to see Kirishima has set out three plates of pan fried chicken and some white rice. Bakugo pulls away from you and sits down at the table. You follow suit and sit down next to him while Kirishima sits at the other side of the table. You noticed bakugo sat down quite heavily as if he were still in a lot of pain.

"Did the hospital prescribe any pain medication?" You ask beginning to eat. Bakugo shakes his head.

"No but I don't need it I'm fine." You sigh and stand from the table. "Where the hell are you going?" You don't answer and head to the bathroom. You take the ibueirophen bottle and head back to the kitchen. From there you find a glass and fill it with water.

You then stand in front Bakugo holding them out to him. He stares at you for a moment before sighing and taking the two items. "Stubborn ass." He mumbles.

"You bet your ass I am."

Kirishima had left now and just before he'd left informed you that Bakugos wounds needed to be cleaned and the bandages changed at least once. Now you stood holding a bottle of peroxide and some clean bandages.

"I don't need your help." He stood shirtless in the bathroom glaring daggers at you.

"I know damn well you are not flexible enough to get your back, and one hand doesn't exactly do well when trying to clean the other one." You set the stuff down on the sink and cross your arms. "I'm living here rent free. The least I could do is this. Plus it's only one time." He heaved a frustrated sigh.

"Fine but you'd better not pull a stitch." You start unwrapping his hand first.

"Bakugo this stuff was engraved into my mind for three years, I think I know what I'm doing." Once your done you see he has about four stitches in the palm of his hand and one in the back. "Damn he got you all the way through." You take the bottle of peroxide and pour a little onto a clean cotton ball.

"Don't remind me." You start cleaning the stitches feeling satisfied at watching the crusty old blood come off. Why couldn't I have been this supportive before? The thought crosses your mind. Why were you so jealous? Why did you have to do what you did?

Bakugo clearing his throat snaps you back to the situation at hand. "Sorry." You say quickly finishing up his hand and wrapping it. Next you start unwrapping his torso.

"What's wrong?" You only shake your head pulling off the dressings on his side. The wound is long but only deep towards the center, so that's where the stitches are. Bakugo grabs your hands stopping you from your task. "Did we not just discuss that one of our problems was communication?"

"Bakugo-" He cuts you off.

"And if we're trying to work on us, I'd rather you call me by my first name." You look up at him wide eyed.

"But, that's-"

"Now that were done with that, what wrong?" He asks and somehow you feel more motivated to express your feelings.

"Just thinking about before. How horrible I was to you." He releases your hands, and places his hands on your shoulders.

"If we're going to work on us now, you need to stop thinking about before."