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"So, what if I suddenly proposed?" Katsuki asked mid-meal. You dropped your spoon into the warm bowl of soup you’d just fixed yourself, effectively splattering the contents all over your chest and face. That was… not what you’d expected to hear. Bakugou and you shared a strange yet intimate relationship, the boundaries of which had not been confirmed at any point during the six months you’d been ‘together’. It was a unanimous decision that the two of you would be, well, closer than most. As you stared at your soup-cradled spoon in disbelief, you remembered the night it all began.
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“You want me to move in?” You guffawed, shock dripping from the receiving end of Bakugou’s phone.
“Yeah, so what? I know I can’t manage the rent in this place by myself, and you’re the only person I know who can clean up after themselves.” Bakugou spat, holding his phone tightly between his shoulder and ear. Your sigh on the other end made him roll his eyes, fingers drumming on the white marble counter with impatience. Across him stood a displeased realtor, arm tired of holding out the lease with two empty signature spaces. “So, how fast can you get here?”
“Bakugou, this is so last minute, and I was just about to accept a job offer in Hosu city. Isn’t there anyone else closer?”
Bakugou paused briefly, making eye contact with the exhausted white collar.
“I can get you a better job here in Tokyo. You know I have that kind of influence.”
“I wouldn’t call skill and threats influence…” you muttered, causing the blond to bring his calloused fingers to his eyes.
“Look, (Y/N), I’m desperate here. I can’t have some second rate crib with this job offer, and I can’t stay here alone.”
“Sounds like you’re begging me to be there, Bakugou.” You teased, eliciting a grumble from Bakugou’s chest. “Go on, say the magic words.”
“Don’t make me do it. It’s embarrassing. I’m not alone right now; the realtor is waiting for our signatures…”
“Oh, what a shame! I’ve got an interview in thirty minutes, so if you don’t mind,”
“No! Wait…” Bakugou sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. It wasn’t uncommon for you to get under his skin like this, but then again, he was partly to blame for letting you in there in the first place. “(Y/N), please, I need you.”
“I’ll be there in forty five. I call the en-suite.”
“Not a chance.” Bakugou smirked to himself as he hung up on you, whisking away the pen from the realtor and scratching down his signature.
By the time you’d arrived, Bakugou had productively managed to get both himself and the realtor drunk off of a few of the many bottles of sake he’d been gifted after receiving his new job offer. This meant he finally had what he wanted; his own agency, his own office, his own place, and you. Not that he’d ever admit that, but since you’d agreed to his offer, that smug grin wouldn’t budge from his face. After hearing a set of loud and rhythmic knocks at his door, he shot himself off the couch and sped past the half asleep realtor to greet you.
“Took you long enough,” he gruffed jokingly as he swung the door open, his heart rate picking up at the sight of your winter-flushed face.
“Yeah, yeah, give me a hand, would you?” you puffed out, shoving a large wheeled suitcase in Bakugou’s direction. He grabbed it without a thought and started back down the grand hallway, unaware of your scarf caught in the handle of the bag.
“Bakugou, wait! I’m caught on the-” you exclaimed, tripping over your own feet to keep up with his pace. You toppled over, taking the suitcase and Bakugou with you in a colossal domino effect.
Upon hearing the rumble from the other room, the realtor collected his consciousness and checked his watch, cursing at the time before shuffling for his things.
“Mr. Bakugou, please, I do need this next signature-- are you okay?!” he cried upon seeing the two grounded heroes. You raised your arm from your face planted position, opening and closing your hand as if gesturing for the contract. The realtor stepped over the drunken Bakugou and placed the pen in your hand as well as his clipboard next to your head. You lifted your gaze up to it and scribbled down your name before handing both the contract and pen back, resting your head on the ground again after the man had taken it.
The door opened, and as fast as the breeze from the cold January night came in, it left, and the door closed once again. You immediately snorted into the ground, slamming your fist with a fit of giggles. The plague of laughter quickly passed on to Bakugou, who rolled off of the ground into a seated position. You slowly did the same, the two of you facing each other while leaning against opposite walls.
As the hysteria died down, the two of you silenced, eye contact the only thing accompanying the heavy breathing in the hallway. It didn’t take long for you to speak up, but you wanted to savor the view of a happy and flushed Bakugou as often as you could.
“I gotta say, Bakugou, I’m glad you invited me here.” You sighed, leaning your chin on your wrist and elbow on your knee. Bakugou chuckled to himself, head swaying to the side in an attempt to hide his smile.
“Whatever, whatever. You need to catch up with the celebration.” He grunted as he pushed himself off the ground, walking around your suitcase to help you up. You grabbed his hand willingly as he hoisted you on your feet, then followed him into the main room to see multiple expensive bottles of sake lined across the marbled bar.
“That explains the lack of expletives,” you commented, grabbing one bottle and inspecting it closer. Bakugou had already been pouring multiple small glasses as you spoke, downing one for himself as if it were a shot. You smirked at his demeanor, following his actions by swiftly swallowing all the other ones he’d lined up.
“WHOO!” You exclaimed, sniffing your nose a bit from the burn of the alcohol. “Ah, now, now I can unwind a bit.” You confided, releasing the tension held in your shoulders from nearly an hour of high speed travel. Taking a bottle for yourself, you moved to the couch and shrugged off your heavy jacket. You sunk into the comfortable suede, humming with content.
“You gonna share that?” Bakugou’s raspy voice piped up as he sat next to you, eliciting one of your eyes to open and glare at him.
“Depends. Are you gonna let me have most of it?” You questioned, moving the bottle a little closer to the other side of your body.
“I’ll think about it,” Bakugou reached over to grab the bottle, imagining somehow that his drunken tactics were slick.
“Nuh-uh-uh,” You waved your pointer finger in his face, torpedoing it down to his chest and pushing him back.
“C’mon, it’s my booze,” he argued, moving again to grab it from you. You quickly tossed the sake into your other hand and turned your back to Bakugou, cradling the bottle with your entire body.
“Hey, don’t make me do this the hard way,” Bakugou grunted, seemingly pulling back.
“Do your worst,” you teased, expecting him to poke you in the side or just grab another bottle for himself. What you had not expected was for him to snake his arms around your waist and pull you completely off the couch and over his shoulder, the bottle still gripped tightly in your hands.
“Hey! C’mon, is this really necessary?” You whined as he began to pick up speed, taking you throughout the hallways of the new pad.
“You said do your worst, so I’m technically just obeying your orders.”
“Please! You don’t follow anyone’s orders, let alone mine!” You kicked your legs as he raced around. Part of you was somehow grateful that he had your face far from his, as it was hard to control your smile anytime you got close to him. He didn’t need to know that, especially not now. It would only complicate things, and complications were something both you and Bakugou actively avoided. You clamped your eyes shut as you felt your chest swell with emotions, that stupid smile causing your cheeks to hurt.
Next thing you knew, you were thrown onto a soft mattress, bouncing a few times before leveling out.
“Ready to surrender?” Bakugou grinned over you, still standing at the edge of the freshly made bed.
“Never!” You sniped, rolling to your side to try and escape.
“Oh, no you don’t!” Bakugou jumped onto the bed on top of you, wrestling with your arms until you nearly gave way with the bottle. He assessed the situation once again and finally began to tickle the shit out of your sides, causing an eruption of laughter and screams from your mouth.
“Shh, shh!” Bakugou scrambled to silence you as it was rather late, and the last thing he wanted was for the both of you to be kicked out on your first night. His hand landed right over your mouth, the other grasping the bottle just as you let it go. You stared at Bakugou once you felt his focus shift to the bottle in hand, eyes scanning his body as he hovered just inches above you. On a bed. In a penthouse you’d rented out. Together.
Bakugou laughed to himself in triumph, turning his attention back to your flushed, wide-eyed expression. It was only then that Bakugou realized he was practically pinning you to the mattress with his hand still covering your mouth. His own features reddened at the predicament as he removed his hand slowly, eyes traveling to your uncovered mouth. As soon as you felt his breath on your lips, you went for it. And, surprisingly, he did too.
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All you wanted was a relaxing evening. A chaotic day that brought in injuries, body counts, and so much paperwork; all you wanted after that was to chill. After changing from your hero costume into some leisurely sweats and a t-shirt, you headed to the kitchen to start on dinner for you and your ‘roommate’, only to find him cleaning the dishes he’d used to make the massive hot pot of soup waiting to be eaten on the kitchen table.
“What’s all this?” you groaned, uncertain about getting frisky with your best friend after such a long day.
“Today was a lot, I know because I was there. I thought we’d eat and fall asleep to some boring ass movie.” Bakugou spoke towards his dishes, just loud enough to be heard over the running tap.
“Oh,” was all you could manage to say, as you sat yourself in a chair at the table and served two bowls of the delicious stew. “You should eat as well.”
Bakugou dried off his hands before sitting across from you, immediately taking his spoon and dipping it into his bowl.
The meal was rather silent. There was obviously some sort of tension radiating from Bakugou, and, from previous knowledge, that meant an action packed night. Your exhaustion made you uneasy, causing the soup to have a hard time going down. You couldn’t bear to look at him; you knew that the moment you made eye contact, he’d have you pinned over the counter with his tongue in your mouth. Frankly, you were sick of the physical activity, especially since it lacked any romantic feelings, but you couldn’t tell him that. Not now, at least. Not while you’re tired, and definitely not while he’s tense. You were just about to put down your spoon and call it quits for the day when he spoke up, barely over a whisper.
“So, what if I suddenly proposed?" Katsuki asked, still digging around in his stew for the bits he liked most. Once he heard the crash of your own spoon into your soup, he gave you his undivided attention, as well as holding back a chuckle.
“If you, if you, wait, what?” You choked, wiping off the stray soup with your napkin.
“I asked what would happen if I proposed. It’s a pretty simple question.”
You slammed your napkin into the table, startling Bakugou enough to make his chair scoot back.
“It is not a simple question, Bakugou.” You deadpanned, head still down to the spoon tainted bowl. “You asked me what I would say if you were to propose. Marriage. Marriage is not a simple thing. A relationship is not a simple thing, hell, we don’t even have a relationship!”
“(Y/N),” Bakugou interjected, leaning forward to the table.
“No! No, you can’t just say things like that! Do you understand the weight of that question? We’ve been meaninglessly fucking for months, and you want to propose? Whatever happened to actually dating me? Flirting?”
“What?! We totally flirt!” Bakugou snapped back childishly.
“A wink is not a pick up line! Maybe I want you to tell me how cute I am rather than sexy. Maybe I want roses rather than fucking condoms!” You barked, gripping the sides of the table with fervor. The silence after your outburst was deafening, and luckily, you fell back into the right headspace rather quickly. “I’m sorry for yell-”
“Do you really want those things?” Bakugou asked, his voice as dark as the rich broth you couldn’t draw your eyes from. You felt moisture gather in your eyes as you flared your nostrils to prevent any further breaking down, but it was rather difficult. You’d been hiding the sincerity of your feelings since the day you moved in, and having it all come up at once was just too much. All you could suffice was a weak nod, followed by quiet sniffling.
“Then let me give those to you.” Bakugou stated. You shot your head up to look at him so fast that you felt a twinge in your neck, but the overwhelming feelings of pride and joy bubbling up through your lungs were enough to make you ignore it.
“I have always wanted to take care of you. Since I first met you, I knew you would be one of the only tolerable people I know. And, long before you moved in, I knew that you were more than just tolerable. You are exceptional. And I have spent every day of the last six months waking up happy that I get to take care of you. That I get to hold you in the evening, speak with you in the morning, and spend my days as a hero by your side. Nothing makes me happier than being with you.”
His tone grave, his words endearing, and his motive pure. Everything he said was more than what you wanted, and definitely what you needed.
“I understand if you feel neglected. That being said, I won’t blame you for saying-”
“Ask me again,” you spoke, voice shaking from the buildup of emotions. You cleared your throat and spoke once more, “Ask me again.”
“(Y/N), what would you do if I suddenly proposed?”
“I’d say yes.”