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Exhaustion pulled deep at Bakugou’s bones, protesting with each heavy step he took. It was a long day that ended in his least favorite event of tedious paperwork. It wasn’t enough that he was a bit banged up and on edge from a freshly ended fight, but then he had to be holed up in an office at the agency to fill out paperwork. More than a few pages were ruined with multiple attempts to scratch out a mistake or a frustrated scribble. Bakugou couldn’t sit still like that. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to have the ability to do it, or that he found paperwork ridiculous (well to an extent but he knew its purpose and was going to do his damn job right). It was honestly that he wasn’t good at being told to sit still. He had to fidget or slouch or do anything but sit straight and do one task he couldn’t properly focus on. Some days he could sit there for hours, nearly unblinking, as he filled out mounds of paperwork, but when he was still on edge, ready to attack at the slightest hint of aggression, such busy work only made things worse.
His keys softly jingled as he dug them out of his pocket. Thankfully he was out of his hero outfit and dressed down, casual in a tee and cargo pants. It was a welcome change after that day. Bakugou’s frown lessened some as he flicked through his keys, the Red Riot logo keychain caught the light for a second before falling away as he located his house key. As he unlocked the door and easily made his way inside, further relief washed over him. Though his nerves still buzzed anxiously and he couldn’t keep his fingers from fiddling with the keys in his hand, Bakugou could feel some anxious tension leave him. His shoulders dropped a bit as he quietly shut the door.
He couldn’t see around their home as clearly at this late hour, but navigating the layout was muscle memory at this point. It was a quick and easy trip to the kitchen. Bakugou dropped his keys on the edge of the counter, flinching some at the loud clatter it made in the quiet space. The last thing he wanted right now was to wake Kirishima up, and every small sound seemed to be too loud in the deafening silence. After a short pause and no apparent sign of anyone else being up, Bakugou continued further into the kitchen to make himself a cup of tea. He lost himself in the motions, only fully coming to when a voice pulled him from his mind.
“Hey ‘Suki..” Kirishima’s voice came out in a slurred, low rumble. While Bakugou’s initial reaction was to take up a fighting stance at the potential intruder, he quickly allowed the jumpy movement to melt away. He let out a small grunt in acknowledgment, slightly scowling to himself. Dammit, he was hoping to not wake up Kirishima..
“Ei, what are you doing up?” His voice sounded less acquisitory and more soft, concerned. He picked up the hot cup, barely noticing the heat against his scarred hands. His eyes flickered over to Kirishima who was leaning against the counter now, moonlight washing over his tired form.
“Was waitin’ for you to come home.. I saw the fight…” Bakugou hummed some and nodded before taking a small sip of his tea.
“You’re a dumbass you know that, right? You should have just slept without me.” Again no bite to his voice, just fond concern. Kirishima smiled at him, mouth quirked up in a lopsided way that caused Bakugou’s heart to stutter and twitch.
“Ah, yeah, but I couldn’t sleep as well without you.. ‘Specially not with you out there working.” He had always been wary of Bakugou being out while he slept. Since his kidnapping back when they were teens, Kirishima had always been that way. At first, it frustrated Bakugou. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy or crave the implied care and love that came with it. It was more his stupporn and fed in ideas that such acts of care were more so signs that people found Bakugou weak, unable to handle himself. They were always stupid thoughts.
“Well, I’m back now.. I’ll be in bed in a few…?” Kirishima was the one to hum this time. He watched Bakugou nurse his tea for a moment longer before padding across the kitchen.
It was routine at this point as Bakugou set down his cup on the counter upon Kirishima approaching. Kirishima’s knuckles bumped Bakugou’s arms causing him to open them up to him. Some nights Kirishima would fit himself under Bakugou’s arms and would press his face to the crook of his neck. This night, Kirishima’s arms wrapped over Bakugou as he pressed a kiss to his temple. His spiky blond hair tickled Kirishima’s nose some, but he didn’t move away. As Kirishima enveloped him, Bakugou sagged and melted into his touch, face pressing into the crook of Kirishima’s neck instead. He took a deep shaky breath, squeezing his eyes shut and gripping onto him like a lifeline. Kirishima only continued to press kisses to his temple and hairline.
“Love you, Ei,” Bakugou mumbled against Kirishima’s throat, eyes still shut as he allowed himself to be comforted. The shaking subsided and his nerves began to tone down some to a low anxious rumble that will only be further subdued once they moved to their bed to sleep. Kirishima shifted and pressed a loud kiss to Bakugou’s head.
“Love you too, Katsuki,” he said softly. Bakugou didn’t bother holding back the warm smile that graced his lips at Kirishima’s sleepy over the top affection and held him tighter.