Ten Days of Katsuki (Todobaku)

Day 7, Part 5

I can't walk. Again.

Actually, I probably can, but I'm not in the mood to try. I've come to enjoy Bakugou carrying me, especially when he's shirtless. His chest is always warm when I nuzzle my face against it, and it's comfier than even the softest of pillows.

Bakugou steps out onto the balcony and smiles down at me as I lie on the lounge chair. He didn't throw any underwear on when he was back in the room, so I guess he'll be getting in the bath with me again. Not that I wanted it any other way.

"Come on, cutie," he says, scooping me into his arms. He kisses the hair that covers my forehead. "Let's get you cleaned up."

I stare up at Bakugou as he carries me inside and heads for the bathroom. A small smile tugs at my lips as I admire his jawline. His eyes flicker in my direction, catching me in the act. He chuckles before pecking me quickly on the lips.

"You're adorable," he mutters.

I'm too flustered to respond, so I snuggle closer to him instead.

When we enter the bathroom, my eyes land on the tub and the bath Bakugou prepared for us. While I appreciate the gesture, my mouth twists into a pout.

"There aren't any bubbles," I say.

Bakugou sports a deadpan expression. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Sorry," I tell him, "I just really like bubble baths."

"I know you do," he says as he places me into the bath. "I couldn't find any bubbles in the gift shop though."

He climbs into the tub once I'm settled in. Flashing a cheeky grin, I splash him. He splashes me back and soon we're play fighting in the water like a couple of children. Bakugou lets out the cutest giggle I think I've ever heard when a relatively big splash smacks me in the face. I shudder as the taste of bath water gets on my tongue and call a truce.

I crawl over to Bakugou and spin my body around, pushing my back to his chest. Bakugou, not missing a beat, slips his arms around my waist and embraces me.

Leaning my head back against his shoulder, I smile at him. "Can we just stay here?"

Bakugou kisses my cheek. "I'm good with that."

I rotate my head so I can kiss him for real. Bakugou cups the side of my face as we vibe off of each other's energy. I'm coming to love these soft kisses with Bakugou. They're the ones that send my stomach in knots the most, and it's a feeling I find myself constantly chasing.

Bakugou pulls away first, but keeps his face close. He scans my face, those gorgeous lips of his curling into an innocent smile. When our gazes meet once more, he inches a bit closer.

"Your eyes are so pretty," he says.

Lost for words, I suck in my lip and press my forehead to his. Bakugou squeezes me before kissing me again. And again. And again, because we can't get enough of each other. His hand damp, he pushes a few hairs out of my face.

"How'd I get so lucky?" he whispers.

I tilt my head to the side. "What do you mean?"

He beams at me, his fingers brushing along my jaw. "Just...you're so perfect. Beautiful, smart, strong, kind." He squeezes my face. "You have the cutest fucking little cheeks I've ever seen." He presses his lips to mine, making my heart leap in my chest.

"Maybe I'm the lucky one," I tell him.

Bakugou leans forward and rubs his nose against mine. "Never."