-Chaos- Kiribaku Oneshots

❤️|Protective|

Ship: Kiribaku
Au: Designer/Tattooartist
Length: Short (2250 words)
Ending: Happy...?

Summary:
"I'll protect you no matter what"
The promise so many people tell, but do they really manage to protect them when it actually happens? Let's find out.

Enjoy the Fluff my fluffballs❤️

If you have an extremely attractive Boyfriend, you'll have to deal with a lot of.... Problems. Not, because you're particularly less worth than him or that people don't recognize you. No, it's the simple but nerv wrecking hitting on him. If it's at parties, cafes, restaurants or just random on the street. The redhead had to deal with a lot of shit because of it. But that didn't keep him from taking Baku out on dates. I mean, they were together since 7 years and lived together, so it was pretty obvious that Baku wouldn't leave him for some chik at a Cafe. That wasn't even the problem.

The real problem was, that Kirishima got jealous. A lot. Not in the stalker way, but in a way where he needed to make clear that Baku was his. And only his.

Thus, there were many moments where he silently snapped at people, whether it was on social media or real life. It never got more than just talking with the person hitting on the blonde Designer, there were some exceptions where people did try to touch him in places where only the hands of Kirishima should go.

Their relationship was...something. A buff tattooartist with his own shop and a neat and perfect Designer would seem to be very different, and yeah, they are. Didn't stop them from fucking, tho.

They helped each other, the redhead would drag the blonde to bed if he wanted to pull another all nighter to finish his last designs, and Baku would help with the designs of the tattoos, eventually visiting him in his studio if he had time. Even when they had such time consuming jobs, they still had time for each other. And that was important.

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The loud sounds of his clock awoke the 24 year old Blonde, murring he slammed the alarm shut, rubbing his ruby eyes. His Boyfriend was already at work, the apartment seemed awkwardly quiet without the redhead. Sitting up, he took his Phone from his charger, seeing a couple notifications before swinging his legs out of bed. Putting on his pants and Shirt, he looked into the mirror, he really had to clean it sometime. While the coffeemaker did its job, he made himself some Toast, looking through Twitter and Instagram, ignoring his exploding Email folder. Sighing, he drank his coffee, the day routine continued like everyday.

But today, his fate decided to take a turn. And if he liked it or not, his fate was inevitable. (It's me, I'm Fate)

He walked into the office, his car was parked in his own spot, coworkers nodded as an hello as he walked past them. Even when his father had a fashion chain himself, he didn't want to inherit it. He wanted to make it himself, and so he did, much to the dissapointment of his Family. But he didn't care, they were Homophobic anyways. Bakugou hadn't talked to his father side of the family for years, and he wanted to keep it that way. His mother was okay, despite her aggressive attitude, but who was he to judge, he himself was pretty aggressive himself.

A Stack of papers fell down a workdesk, someone cursed and the Chair fell over when they tried to safe the papers from falling. Bakugou for ripped of his thoughts from the loud noise, turning his head to the Producer of it. Ochako. The brown haired Woman was, despite her low income Parents, an important part of his Company. She kept them all together, organized meetings and was really positive with her bubbly personality. Even if he never said it out loud, he liked her company.

Taking a seat at his Office, he saw all the papers that needed to be worked on, moaning in annoymend. This would take hours to complete. When he was young, he thought being a designer you just had to draw Clothes and cut some Fabric and magically you'd earn money. Well, it wasn't.