"This doesn't even hurt, why do you have to put a fucking-"
Bakugou broke off with a hiss of pain as you pressed down slightly harder than you needed to in order to emphasize your point.
"Katsuki..." You warned, your eyes blatantly telling him not t...
Warnings: suggestive themes (there's one steamy kiss and innuendoes sprinkled throughout), nudity (not sexual), fluff, cursing, injuries, hurt/comfort, soft!domestic!Bakugou and heartwarming present.
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The door to your flat slammed closed, signaling that your husband was home, and you wiped your grimy hands on your dirt-streaked cargo pants. You grabbed something and jumped on the counter, shoving it in a cabinet before closing it. Double checking to make sure you couldn't see it, you leaped down, quelling your excitement as you sped out of the kitchen.
But your rapid footsteps faltered when Bakugou came into sight, looking absolutely drained.
He dropped his duffle bag on the floor without a care and kicked off his shoes, never looking up once.
"Katsuki?"
Your soft voice brought him back down to reality and he sighed heavily, gripping the roots of his ash-blond hair in frustration. When he finally glanced up, his garnet eyes were laced with exhaustion.
But everything melted away the instant he saw you.
Engine oil smudged on your cheeks, Bakugou refrained from snorting at the sight of your muddied cargo pants and stained, white tank top. You sure were a sight for sore eyes even when tinkering with your support items commissioned for big-time heroes like him.
"Hi." You giggled as he dumped the rest of his stuff to the ground, closing the distance in between you two in three large strides.
You frowned as you noticed a slight limp in his gait but you didn't get a chance to question it. Bakugou didn't waste any time, trapping you in his arms and crushing your form to his chest.
He grunted his hello, but his eyes were soft and his smile was fond as he drew back slightly. He might've grown since his hot-headed days in high school as you helped him express his emotions but that didn't mean all his ticks went away.
You just held him as his head plopped on your shoulder, sensing where his distress and aggravation was stemming from.
"Bad day?" You asked sympathetically, looping your arms around his neck so that you could card your fingers through his spiky hair.
He snorted but his fingers tightened from where they were gripping your waist. "Like you wouldn't fucking believe."
It was awful. He had gotten called away on a mission only to find out that his people mixed up who he was going up against and had given him skewed intelligence. He would've fucked them up for a mistake like that if it wasn't for that column that landed on his leg and trapped it. He was fortunate that Recovery Girl had made a special trip to see him or else he would still be in the hospital.
You smiled sympathetically at the bite in his tone and pressed a kiss to his temple in an effort to calm him. "You want to talk about it?"
Bakugou shook his head no. All that could come later, right now, he just wanted to to hold you in his arms. Because when he did, it was like all was right with the world.
