MHA one shots

Pampering~KB💥

Bakugo Katsuki stormed down the street, his usual scowl plastered on his face as he weaved through the after-school crowd. It had been a miserable day from the moment he woke up. His alarm didn't go off on time, leaving him to scramble out of bed and sprint to school. By the time he made it to U.A., he was already seething, and it only got worse from there.

Class 1-A was more insufferable than usual. Midoriya had been his usual annoying self, spouting off about some new hero analysis. Kirishima had tried to cheer him up with one of his "manly" pep talks, but Katsuki wasn't in the mood. Training hadn't gone well either; every punch felt off, and every explosion lacked its usual precision. His frustration mounted with each failed attempt, and the knowing looks from his classmates only added fuel to the fire.

He needed to get out of there. To cool off. To breathe. But even now, as he neared his girlfriend's house, the anger simmered just beneath the surface. He was used to being mad — it was almost his default state — but today, the weight of it was more than he could handle. The one thought that kept him moving forward was that soon, he'd be with her. She always knew how to calm the storm inside him, even when he didn't want to be calmed.

Katsuki reached her house, barely pausing to knock before the door swung open. She stood there, smiling softly, her eyes scanning him with the kind of concern that made his heart clench. She looked beautiful, as always, and just the sight of her made some of his tension ebb away. But his pride wouldn't let him admit that he needed her — not out loud, at least.

"Rough day?" she asked, her voice gentle as a breeze.

"Understatement," he grumbled, kicking off his shoes with a little too much force. She didn't flinch, just stepped aside to let him in. Katsuki stalked into the living room, dropping onto the couch with a heavy sigh. He leaned back, closing his eyes, and for a moment, just listened to the soft sounds of her moving around. She didn't ask him to talk about it, didn't push him to explain himself. That was one of the reasons he loved her — she knew when to leave him be.

She returned after a few minutes, her arms full with a small tray. Katsuki opened one eye, peeking at her with mild curiosity. She set the tray down on the coffee table, revealing a bowl of warm water, some towels, nail files, and a small collection of nail polishes. Katsuki frowned, his scowl deepening in confusion.

"What the hell is this?" he asked, his voice still rough around the edges.

She smiled, unbothered by his gruff tone. "You're stressed, Katsuki. I thought maybe a little pampering could help you relax."

"Pampering?" Katsuki scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "You think I'm some kind of princess who needs pampering?"

She giggled, the sound light and airy, cutting through his irritation like a knife through butter. "I didn't say that. But you've been on edge all week. You never take a break, Katsuki. You're always pushing yourself so hard. Just let me do this for you, okay? You can go right back to being grumpy afterward."

He stared at her for a long moment, his pride warring with the strange sense of comfort that her suggestion brought. Normally, he would've told anyone else to shove it — he didn't need anyone fussing over him. But this was different. This was her. And she had a way of making things feel... manageable. Katsuki let out a long, exasperated sigh, his shoulders slumping slightly.

"Fine," he muttered, though the word came out more like a growl. "But don't make a big deal out of it."

She nodded, her smile widening as she carefully pulled off his socks. Katsuki grumbled under his breath but didn't stop her. When she dipped his feet into the warm water, he couldn't help but let out a quiet sigh of relief. The heat seeped into his sore muscles, easing some of the tension he hadn't realized he was holding.