bnha scenarios

bakugo katsuki | ☁

prompt: after a tiring day at work, bakugo waltzes to the melody of his wife's kitchen playlist.
category: fluff
character: bakuhoe thotsuki
word count: 903
song: stuck with u by ariana grande & justin bieber 

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HE SIGHED, running a hand down his face as his mask lilted forward. Today was tiring; sure, it was exhausting and mentally draining like any other day, but today was the worst. Throughout the entire day, he was bouncing between stores, banks, and even mansions to stop strings of robberies that were all meticulously planned by one mob in particular.

Piercing his bottom lip with his teeth, he wanted nothing more than to flop onto the bed and pass out for who knows how long. His entire body ached and every movement made his already strained muscles tighten even further. Letting out a hiss, Bakugo's hands planted onto the doorknob and he swung it open with ease, swiftly pocketing his key after.

Traipsing into the doorway, he slipped off his shoes and took off his mask, shoving it into his pocket. "I'm home," His gruff voice announced as he unlocked his gauntlets, setting them on the ground near the door. He paused for a moment, head tilting up when he didn't receive a cheery greeting from his wife.

"I'm in here!" He heard instead, making his brows furrow.

Quickly removing other accessories of his hero gear, he tossed it onto the couch and peered in the kitchen. Her phone was out, blasting what sounded like a soft and almost entrancing melody that was no doubt from her 'gordon ramsay' playlist. "What're you making?" He watched as she sizzled something in a pan, twirling along with the music.

A small smile twitched at his lips as he grew amused at her antics. Setting the pan down, Y/n strode over to him and looped her arms around his neck loosely with an innocent smile. "Yakizakana," Her lips met his briefly in a sweet kiss, his arms instantly snaking around her waist as he pulled her closer.

She wriggled out of his grip soon enough, whining about how the fish might cook too much on one side. Despite her protests, he held onto her a little bit longer before letting her scurry back to the stove with a panicked expression. Bakugo sighed for the second time, wrapping his arms around her torso as he dropped his head onto her shoulder.

His sudden change in body language made her softly smile, looking over her shoulder to peck his cheek. "Hard day at work?" Katsuki continued staring at the pan with the sizzling fish, glaring at it straight in the eye. It looks more alive than me. He mumbled, "Today was the fucking worst." Y/n laughed at his use of curse words, shaking her head with a smile.

"How about you go shower and get properly dressed while I prepare dinner?" She teased, turning the heat on the stove lower as she spun around to press a finger against his chest. Bakugo rose an eyebrow at her, but could tell that he wasn't going to get out of this one. "Fine," He left a kiss on her cheek before heading up the stairs and doing as he was told.

As soon as he got out of the shower, he roughly dried his hair before setting the towel down and lifting his hands around his head. With a few small explosions, his once flattened hair was back to its spiky and unpredictable mess. He hung up the towel to dry, feeling much comfier in his black sweatpants and gray t-shirt. 

He went down the stairs, pausing when he didn't hear any music playing or the soft sizzle of a pan. "Y/n?" He confusedly asked, about to walk into the dining room, but stopping as soon as his wife emerged from it. She tapped her phone once, smiling sweetly as she approached him. Her eyes glimmered with happiness as she put her arms around his neck again, his finding her waist.

The male raised a brow at her, confused as she started to sway. "What the fuck are you doing?" Y/n's smile didn't falter, but Katsuki could tell that she almost instinctively pouted at his behavior. Instead, she grinned wider and stared him straight in the eyes. "Aw, c'mon, Suki. Don't act like you don't like it too," Her words held a whining tone.

The two gazed at each other some more before he caved in with a sigh, a squeal slipping past her lips as his grip suddenly tightened, their positions fitting against each other like a puzzle. The couple swayed to the song, Y/n quietly humming along as her cheek pressed against his chest. It was almost a mix of swaying and actual waltzing as the two fell into a sweet rhythm.

For a few minutes, they just stood there, letting the other comfort them soundlessly as the music hummed in the background. Closing his eyes tiredly, he let his body subconsciously move along to the tune as her figure followed suit, the two never splitting apart for a twirl or pulling each other closer for a daring dip.

So go ahead and drive me insane
Baby, run your mouth
I still wouldn't change being
Stuck with you, stuck with you, stuck with you
I'm stuck with you, stuck with you, stuck with you

The song rang out its last few lines and he let out a breath, content as he tilted his wife's head up and kissed her softly, his words muffled by the action.

"I love you."

Stuck with you, stuck with you, stuck with you