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“You listen here, you half-pint!” Bakugou is collecting the sweat in his palms, biding time as he curses at the villain, “I’m gonna knock your ass sky high, you hear me? You’re gonna regret the day you were born!”
Bakugou knows the whole reason that he got assigned to this mission was because it was going to be a quick one - nothing more than a d-list villain trying to make a name for themselves by flashing their quirk in public.
He’s getting closer, stalking them down on the pavement as he feels the moisture building on his skin. He squeezes his hand, cocking the grenade-esque gauntlet on his right arm, a wicked grin on his lips as his eyes widen. The pin has barely left the mechanism before the villain is twisting in midair, legs twirling just enough to propel them forward. They flip, brushing the crown of Bakugou’s head with their fingertip - just enough that their quirk reaches out like tendrils to wrap around his body.
The momentary distraction allows the other support hero to blast the villain with a stun-net, trapping them and detaining them to the asphalt. Bakugou turns, dazed and confused, but all he knows is he wants to get home to you.
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“Baby?”
You look up from your paperwork, hero designs sprawled out on the coffee table like confetti. A smile graces your face, “You’re home early. I haven’t cooked dinner yet, we can or-oof!”
Bakugou has you wrapped up in a hug, his nose nuzzled into the curve of your neck, hands finding purchase underneath your sweatshirt. He palms at your skin as he presses kisses to your skin, nudging the neck of your shirt away so he can reach more bare skin.
“Kacchan,” you laugh, drifting one hand through his hair, gently tugging, “everything okay?”
“Mhmm,” he hums, sending a vibration down your spine. “Jus’ missed you s’all.”
You know that your boyfriend can get clingy, but it’s never this open. Usually, he yanks you around and forces you to beg him for attention so he doesn’t feel like he’s soft. Now, he’s completely throwing you for a loop, his gentle murmurs falling on your attentive ears, the goosebumps on your skin from his ministrations.
“Saw you on television,” you encourage, tilting your head as he buries his head into your chest, tugging you closer around the waist. You face the ceiling, gripping his shoulders so you don’t fall backward, “Looks like you’re getting the recognition you deserve, fina-ah, Kacchan!”
You’re tossed over his shoulder as if you weigh next to nothing, his grip firm around your waist. Bakugou carries you into the bedroom and your pulse spikes, wondering just what could have happened during his day that would have made him act this way.
“Wanna take a bath?” he asks, eyes wide and round, projecting innocence as he lays you down on the bed. He tilts his head, reminding you of a puppy, “I already took a shower but I love getting to take baths with you.”
You raise your brows but he is quick to press kisses to the crinkles in your forehead, brushing his thumbs over your jawline. He smiles, leaning back on thick thighs, your legs captured between his hips.
“Hey,” you reach up to cup his face, turning him so you can check him for any head injuries or a fever. “You feeling okay?”
“Of course!”
His voice is way too chipper. There is a moment where you allow your mind to wander down the rabbit hole of ideas in which he is either a clone, or has been abducted by aliens only to be replaced with an opposing version of his natural self.
When Bakugou senses that you’re going to resist him, he’s touching at your face again, brushing away your hair and tracing your lips. He smiles, pressing chaste kisses to your face, leaving not one inch uncovered.
“What about dinner?” you ask, resting your hands underneath his signature black tank top. He’s always wearing it, whether he’s in his gear or lounging at home. You scratch your nails over the tops of his shoulders, watching as his eyes roll back in his head and his jaw hangs open just enough that you can nip at his lower lip.
He blinks blearily, looking down at you, “What about it?”
You can’t help the laugh that parts your lips, digging your fingernails deeper into his skin. He lowers himself down on top of you, curling his body around yours. He’s all dense muscle and thick sinew, and you would normally feel suffocated, but right now you just feel safe.
“Kacchan?” you kiss his temple, the warmth of his skin comforting.
He slides his palms between your shoulders and the mattress, massaging the heels of his hands into your muscles. You have to stifle a groan, “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Of course, sweetheart,” his voice is deep in your ear, kisses peppered along your jaw. You turn your head to kiss him on the lips, holding him gently with one hand in his hair. When you pull away, his eyes are glazed over, the red irises like cloudy crystals.
“You’re acting sort of funny,” you tell him, unable to keep the skepticism from your tone. “Did something happen at work?”
Bakugou shakes his head, “Jus’ wanna be close to you, s’all. Can we cuddle?”
“We’re already cuddling,” you laugh, “wanna grab a blanket?”
His nonverbal response is to toe at the blanket at the edge of the bed until it’s covering your lower halves. You help him the rest of the way, tugging the edge of the blanket up over your shoulders as he continues to clutch onto you like his life depends on it.
Katsuki sporadically presses kisses to your bare skin - the swell of your chest, your jugular, the soft skin of your throat. His hands move around the expanse of your back and shoulders, ever so often resituating himself so he can feel a new part of you.
“I love you,” he murmurs, voice half-asleep. His nose is at the cusp of your ear, bottom lip grazing your earlobe. “I can’t believe you’re with me; you’re amazing.”
The awkward laugh that echoes in the room makes your toes curl. You sigh, brushing your fingernails up and down his torso, earning you a few moans from his full lips. Katsuki rolls his head, tucking his nose further into the crux of your neck.
You kiss the side of his head, “I love you too, Kacchan.”
He’s asleep a few moments later, but you can still hear the echo of the television, the news playing in the background. You’re unwilling to move so you don’t disturb him, the gentle snores tickling your ear is enough to keep you still. There’s obviously something going on and you want to give him as much comfort as you can while he needs it.
“Pro Hero Sidekick Bakugou Katsuki, also known as Ground Zero, along with a few other heroes apprehended the villain earlier this morning. After further investigation, the villains quirk has been discovered to be a personality altering ability in which she turns the victim into someone completely opposite from their normal selves!”
“Oh,” your lips part, “well, that makes sense.”
Hours later when Bakugou wakes up from his nap, he’s nothing short of bristling when he realizes you’re holding him like a child.
“What the fuck?”
“There you are.”