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"Just answer the fucking question already."
"Does it even really matter?"
"YES, you dipshit. Do you want to look back ten years from now at clips of a half-assed wedding?!"
"Oh yes, Katsuki. Because our wedding will be labeled as 'half-assed' because of the color of our napkins."
"JUST FUCKING CHOOSE ALREADY-"
"Okay! Fine!" You mindlessly picked up a baby-blue colored napkin (amongst the ten other colors laid out for you) and tossed it at him in defeat. Huffing in leftover frustration, Bakugou shot you a hard glare before scribbling something down in a journal he held in his hand. You looked at him tiredly, and let out a loud sigh.
"We've been at this for so long already. Why're you so nitpicky about all of the little details?"
You watched him roll his eyes. "Well one of us has to care." He spat.
You gasped loudly in exaggerated hurt shock. "Excuse me, I do care. You just care too much, you prick." He looked up from his notepad just in time to see you stick your tongue out in his direction.
Slamming the journal close in his hand, Bakugou stood up from his chair which sat across from your own with a tight grin on his face. "What'd you just fuckin' say?" A vein throbbed on his forehead.
You remained unfazed as your hot-tempered fiancé made his way around the table to get to your chair. "You heard me. Katsuki, you're a groomzilla."
"I am not a fucking groomzilla."
"You are a groomzilla."
"I'm not." His voice dripped with venom.
"And you've made us spend exactly how many hours on these plans?"
His face was inches from yours now. "You better shut the hell up before I fucking kill you."
His eyes glared daggers into your own, his eyebrows furrowed together frighteningly. And yet, there was no real anger visible in his fiery red pupils. You cheekily scoffed at him. "I think you're getting your 'L's and 'S's mixed up, lover boy."
Bakugou didn't answer, but you watched (amused, you'd confess) as his right brow twitched. Finally he let out a groan and straightened up again, rubbing the furrow between his eyes tiredly as if he had a migraine.
"For fucking All Might's sake, why'd I have to go and ask a dumbass to marry me?"
You stood up to wrap your arms around your fiancé's neck. "Because you happen to think I'm pretty of course."
"Oh right," He let out a snicker, letting his arm drop to snake around your waist, pulling you closer to him. "my bad. I forgot."
"Why you-" He shut you up with a kiss. Warm and sweet, his soft lips on your own - you couldn't help but sigh and give in. You brought your hands to cradle his face, and you felt his own hands grip your waist even tighter and lower.
It lasted a minute or so before you both pulled away, resting your foreheads on one another. "C'mon-You're a sucker. Admit it." You smirked, tilting slightly to let your lips brush his casually.
He hummed as he leaned forward to place another kiss on your lips. "As fucking if."
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You heard the door slam close.
"Welcome home, Suki."
Silence.
"Suki?" You could've sworn you heard the sound of the front door.
You had just finished making dinner, so after bringing the last couple of dishes to the table, you made your way to go check up on your husband.
You found him silently taking his shoes off. You tilted your head, questionably. He was still in his hero attire, and looked gaunt and tired. His blonde spikes were messy and frayed, and just from one look it was clear he was in desperate need of a nap. Wordlessly, after placing his boots neatly away, he came over to where you stood and nestled his head into the crook of your neck.
"Tough day at work?" You placed your hands on his back for comfort.
A mumbled groan was your only reply.
"That bad huh?" His head nodded an affirmative into your shoulder. Wanting to let him enjoy the silence for a little longer, you didn't ask anything else, but moved to plant a kiss on his head.
After a few beats of quiet, you began to rub circles on his back. "Try not to think about it anymore. You're home now. Just in time for dinner too, so it's still warm." Grabbing his shoulders, you pushed him back gently so you could meet red eyes with your own. "You go ahead and start eating and I'll start a hot bath for you. After that, just brush your teeth and go straight to bed. I'll clean up, hmm?"
Bakugou didn't say anything still, just looking into your orbs with his own for several seconds. Finally, he let out a swear. "Fuck. I'm lucky I have you." He sighed and planted a kiss on your lips.
You hummed as his mouth lazily massaged your own. "Yeah, I'm glad you realized." You teased.
"Yeah, yeah, can it."
"Mmhm, but you know you love me."
"Go start the damn bath, servant."
You mocked a bow. "At your command, my bitchy king. Your meal awaits." You waved a hand in the direction of the dining area.
More strings of curses aimed at you came from his mouth, but you noted the small smile he was fighting to repress and your heart swelled. You were glad he was feeling a little better.
"Yes, yes, your fiery majesty. Shut up already." You reached up to kiss his cheek.
He gave you a grin as you winked at him. As you turned to walk away from him, you felt a slap on your butt but when you turned around, he was already walking in the opposite direction.
"I love you, husband." You called.
He waved. "Fuck you, wife."