Work Text:
“God damn it.”
Bakugou harshly hit his forehead against the door outside of your apartment complex, letting the cold surface soothe the throbbing pain in his temple. Instead of patrolling the city like he wanted to, Bakugou was stuck inside the vicinity of his office. For the whole day, he did nothing but the mundane task of paperwork. He let out a groan, recalling all the words he had typed.
He couldn’t wait to seek solace in your home. To be engulfed in your warmth as you wrapped your arms around him. While he buries his head on your soft chest, nimble fingers would run across his spiky tresses until all of his tensed nerves calm down. At that thought flashing through the back of his mind, he couldn’t help but smile faintly as he pushed the door open.
“I’m fucking home,” he announced, taking off his shoes before setting his foot on the wooden boards. While he was putting on his comfortable slippers, a pitter-patter of rushing footsteps reverberated in his ears. Before he could even acknowledge the sound, a weight suddenly planted on his body.
“Katsuki!”
He didn’t expect for you to lunge yourself at him. Unprepared for your attack, both of you landed on the floor with a loud thud.
“The hell you doi–“
“Katsuki,” you wailed, “help me!”
His deep red eyes bore into yours, examining you. As he realized what you had done, he snorted.
Your long tresses were now gone. Replacing it was a short length of your hair with lousy and ragged trims at its ends. Bakugou knew that you were the one who made those cuts. The mediocracy of it shows, reflecting your little to no knowledge of anything about haircuts.
His subtle laugh grew into ugly barks of laughter. Bakugou even clasped his palm over his cheeks to stifle his hysterical fits but failed as the sounds still spilled through his hand. He thought that even an elementary student could do a better job than what you did.
“Your hair is even shittier than Shitty hair’s!”
With the flat of your palm hitting his shoulder, you huffed out a reply, “stop laughing, asshole, and help me with my goddamn problem!”
As soon as he had calmed down from his fits of laughter, you explained to him what happened without moving from your previous position.
Another set of hard pulses rushed through his temple. Bakugou couldn’t believe what he was hearing. His face contorted into an incredulous expression, utter disbelief at your reasoning.
“So you fucking cut your hair because you were bored?”
You meekly nodded to his question.
With an exasperated sigh leaving his lips, he placed his hands on your cheeks, framing your face with calloused pads. Pleasant butterflies blossomed at the pit of your stomach as you felt his warmth cascading through your skin, but it died immediately as soon as a slight twinge of pain replaced it.
“You’re a fuckin’ idiot, y’know that?” he put some pressure on his fingers, squeezing your cheeks at every syllable he spat.
“I know, I know,” you incoherently mumbled as he continued to pinch your cheeks. After a few moments, his movement gradually came into halt. His thumb drew circles on your previously tormented skin, soothing it.
“Come on then,” he leaned in, pressing a soft kiss on your cheek, “let’s fucking fix your shitty hair.”
With Bakugou’s hand on your locks as he trimmed it, you couldn’t help but lean into his touch. In stark contrast with the coarse texture of his skin, Bakugou’s touch was light—almost feather-like—and tender as if afraid to harshly tug your hair.
A pleased hum escaped your lips at the gentle caress of his palms; a pleasant tingle elapsed on your skin, causing hairs on your arms to stand up. As you were lost in the whirlwind of the delightful sensation, you didn’t notice that Bakugou had already finished his work.
“Oi,” he softly tapped his knuckles against the crown of your head, snapping out of your daze, “I’m done.”
You quickly got on your feet, darting to the nearest mirror. As you saw your reflection, you slightly turned your head side to side, checking on your new hair. Unlike the awful job you did, Bakugou has done it like a true professional—even and perfectly straight.
Then, a sudden deep voice resounded in your ears.
“I’m amazing, huh?” Bakugou husked, loosely wrapping his arms around your waist as he lay his head on your shoulder—weariness taking over his body. A lazy smirk crossed his features, satisfied at his work.
“Damn right you are,” you chuckled. Although you didn’t want to feed his ego, what he said was true. You’ve doubted that there would be any other husband in the world that could compare to your own. Would they be able to fix their wife’s hair? No, they wouldn’t even know how to deal with their wive’s antics.
As the corner of your lips curved upwards, you turned around to face him. Setting your arms on his shoulders, your hands circled the base of his neck. Pure adoration mingled with your irises; a golden hue—that glowed under your stare—painted all over your husband’s visage. As you tipped your toes, you gave his chapped lips a chaste and short-lived kiss.
“Thank you for marrying my dumb ass, Katsu.”
The smirk he had earlier hadn’t left yet, accentuating the warm tones he had. As he unhooked one of his arms on your waist, he gently placed a hand on your cheek, tenderly holding your face against his rough palm.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” a shiver ran down your spine as a calloused skin delicately traced the outline of your soft lips. “Hell, I’d rather fucking deal with your shitty dumb ass everyday than those extras.”
With each word that left his mouth, his face drew closer to yours, stopping when he was only a few centimeters away from your lips. It pained you, especially when hot puffs of breath fanned across your mouth. Your lips were trembling, begging for his touch.
“I love you, Katsuki.” you breathed out before moving your face forward and meeting with his lips.
An intense heat seared through your mouth at the contact of his lips, totally obscuring your mind. All you could feel and think about was his mouth on yours as coherent thoughts vanished into tiny wisps. His lips were hot and blistering against your own, eliciting a warm tingle to elapse all over your skin. Wanting more of his warmth, you tilted your head to deepen the kiss.
After a few moments, Bakugou detached himself from you, causing you to whimper as the chilly breeze swept over your lips.
“I fuckin’ love you too, ya’ shitty woman.” he said before sealing your lips once again with his.