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It was Saturday. Meaning it was wash day. The longest day in Y/N week. When they woke up they looked over to see Bakugo had already left for the morning. With a frown, they got up and got ready for their long day. Brushing their teeth, skipping doing their hair for the day they went to the kitchen to make breakfast. After they sat down at the table to eat their cereal the dishes and pour themselves another coffee/tea/smoothie and went to their hair cabinet. When YN first moved in, it drove Bakugou to absolute madness to see all types of hair products everywhere. So his solution was to build them a cabinet for all hair product needs. Combs, irons, wigs, drawers for different bundles, gels, and hair masks. Right before they were going to make a decision they received text from their favorite explosion man. Looking at their phone they chuckled as they read the text.
KEM Babe: Don’t even think about starting without me. I'm almost home.
ME: Sure thing sexy. Are you getting me snacks???
KEM Babe: Fuck no. We have snacks at home.
ME: But I want boba please Buba???
*pouting face emoji*
KEM BABE: Fuck no! Now stop whining.
ME: Alright fine. Get home, safe big meanie. Love you.
KEM Babe: Love you too you little demon.
Y/N knew that Bakugo would have a fit if they started without him so they found a comfortable place on the bed and took a short nap. They were awoken by the door shutting in the front of their apartment and Bakugo heavy footsteps.
“I'm home brat,” Bakugo called.
“Bed room,” they yelled.
Bakugo came into the bedroom with a cup of their favorite boba in their hand.
“Shut up, dummy. It's wash day so you would be a fussy brat if I didn’t get you a treat,” Bakugo said as he handed them the boba.
They kissed their boyfriend before taking the boba. Taking a happy sip they sipped to the bathroom to open the cabinet to find their products. Bakugo followed behind them and gave them a tight back hug.
“Are we in the mood for a long routine or a shorter one?” Thye asked.
“Don’t really care,” Bakugou answered while kissing their neck.
Pulling out the three-step mask set they set it on the counter. The vast majority of their collection was scentless due to how Bakugo hands naturally made a caramel scent. Thye took one last sit of their boba before turning on the water at the sink. Bakugo went to grab the scalp massager from the drawer before giving them a kiss. They put on their “Wash Day” playlist as they connected their phone to the speaker Bakugo bought as a ‘just because gift and not because he accidentally broke it with his quirk. They moved under the faucet and let Bakugo massage their scalp with the shampoo. He hummed as he worked the massage through their hair, Y/N giggling and sighing with pleasure at the sensation. Once the shampoo was washed out Bakguo carefully pulled their head out from the faucet to work the deep condition into their hair. Once the product was in he carefully put the cap on their head before taking a towel to wipe the excess product from their neck and forehead.
“Put the timer on for me babe,” he said before washing his hands.
They put the timer on for thirty-five minutes as Bakguo went into the non-hair essential cabinet and pulled out two of their face mask.
“Charcoal or this passion fruit thing?”
“Passion fruit. It's soothing.”
“Up on the counter,” Bakugo patted space behind the sink for them to sit.
With a peck on the lips, they hopped up on the sink and wrapped their legs around Bakuguo for a deeper kiss. Kisses were just their way of saying how appreciative they were for Bakuguo's help. With a damp washcloth, Bakugo washed their face before carefully applying the passion fruit-colored mask.
“Don't touch your face,” he ordered.
“Then I'll just touch yours,” they said while cupping Bakguo's face, stroking their cheek with their thumb.
“Knock it off,” he grumbled but didn’t make an attempt to take their hands off his face.
As Bakugo washed his hands on the mask and before he could turn around to grab a towel, Y/N wrapped their legs around Bakguo’s waist, pulling him closer.
“Let me dry my hands,” Bakguo said.
“But I want affection,” they pouted.
“You needy ass puppy I swear,” Bakguo said while using his shirt to dry his hands.
The pair stayed in each other space, looking into each other’s eyes while they rubbed their hands over their sides and shoulders, the occasional kiss on the lips before the timer went off. Bakuguo took a washcloth and carefully wiped off their face from the mask and applied moisturizer and bio-oil.
“Feeling good,” he asked.
“Mhh,” they said. “I feel pretty,” they whispered with a grin.
“You’re always the prettiest,” Bakguo whispered before giving them a kiss.
The pair gave each other pecks back and forth until it was time to wash their hair.
“Up you get,” BAkguo said, giving their ass a soft smack before turning on the water.
With one last kiss, Y/N hopped off the counter and moved their head under the skin. Bakugo turned the water on and began to massage their scalp. If anyone would walk in and see the pair Bakguo would swear up and down that he was not singing to them. But if you asked Y/N, Bakugo was singing an Imagine Dragon song. When Bakguo finished their hair and carefully moved their hair, wrapped their hair in a shirt. Y/N stood holding their covered head before giving Bakugoa another kiss.
“Thank you bubs,” they said.
"Grab your stool please?" He asked.
They walked to the kitchen to grab the stool from the island and carried it to the bathroom while Bakguo pulled out the deep conditioner and rubbed a small amount in his hands to warm it. They took a seat in the chair before closing their eyes. Bakugo carefully raked the product through their hair, using the pads of his fingers to massage into their scalp. When all of the product was settled in their hair, Bakugo rinsed his hands off, dried them, and placed a plastic wrap on their hair.
“Alright put your timer on. I’mma makes food. What do you want?”
“Ramen please?” they asked while putting the timer on their phone.
“Sure,” Bakguo gave their waist a squeeze before heading to the kitchen.
“Don’t forget the chili sauce,” they said while putting away the products and drying the counter.
“I know what to do!” Bakugo said.
They smiled before going into the kitchen to do their best to help. They knew that all Bakugo would allow them to do is make the egg marinate.