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'Open When' Letters From Bakugo

Open When It’s New Year’s Eve

New Year’s Eve, huh? And you’re probably sitting there like some idiot, overthinking and getting all sentimental. What the hell is wrong with you? You survived, didn’t you? That’s all that matters.

This year wasn’t perfect? Boo-freaking-hoo. Life’s not perfect, and you know that. It’s messy, it’s brutal, and it doesn’t wait for anyone to catch up. But guess what? You didn’t break. You took the hits, you got back up, and you kept going. That’s what makes you better than half the damn extras out there.

Next year? You’re not gonna waste time doubting yourself or whining about what didn’t go right. You’re gonna push harder, fight smarter, and prove to everyone—including yourself—that you’re unstoppable. And if you think for one second I’m gonna let you slack off, you’re dead wrong. I’ll be there to drag you kicking and screaming into success if I have to.

So quit moping, quit overthinking, and start acting like the badass I know you are. This year is yours to dominate, and if you don’t, I’ll make sure you regret it.

-Katsuki

P.S. If I hear one word about cheesy resolutions or ‘new year, new me’ crap, I’m gonna lose it. Be real, be better, or don’t bother.

please don’t ever become a stranger (whose laugh i could recognize anywhere)

k. bakugou x reader

moments in the year where katsuki realized he’s in love with you. happy new years 🤍

inspired by new years day

february 14

he’s driving you home after a date, one hand on the steering wheel, the other intertwined with yours. city lights pass through the windows in a blur, the road long enough for you to tell it’ll be a long way home.

he’s stressed, a little. you can tell by how he grips your hand, and the way he seems not totally focused on anything in particular. you still feel safe- he’s a great driver- but his inner thoughts aren’t lost on you. normally, he’s the toast of the town, and you’re right there with him. he’s aware of his reputation, and the love he gets from fans. but with fame comes the public eye, and even he isn’t immune to it.

he’s been striking out more lately. his abrasive attitude that you love isn’t always loved by everyone. his slip ups and mistakes seem to make headlines more than his achievements. its grating on him, and he hopes you don’t notice.

but you do, because thats what you do for people you love.

1. 2. 3. you squeeze his hand three times. i love you, it spells out. i’ll love you when you’re at your best and worst. no matter what.

at first, he thinks you’re just playing with his hand, crimson eyes flickering over to you and then back to the road. exactly 2 seconds later, he gets what you really mean.

1. 2. 3. 4. he grips your hand back. i love you, too. he says, without actually saying anything. i will never not love you. you’re the only person who stays for me no matter what. and for that, i love you.

unspoken words you both know to be true that night.

april 20

he doesn’t really celebrate his birthday, but his friends and colleagues always insist on it. he snarls, scoffing, finding it all pompous and unnecessary, until he sees your starry eyes planning his special day. he can’t say no to you.

he wasn’t expecting much when he unlocked the door to his apartment. he had a feeling you’d throw him a surprise party, but he didn’t think you’d gather his old classmates in his home to celebrate with him.

he’s stunned for a moment, until his lips curve into a begrudging smile. a room full of people, on his birthday, and the first person he looks for is you.

“thanks, dumbass.” he murmurs, a few drinks in while his arm finds your waist. his smile is like sunshine, though you rarely see it when its genuine. you pretend not to notice the ‘ews’ and laughs from your peers when he presses a long kiss to your cheek.

he has work tomorrow morning. he’ll definitely regret drinking as much as he did. he decides he’ll take an advil and get it over with.

he knows how much he’s loved you from the moment he entered that party. he realizes it more when you call in for him the next day, his hangover palpable, with you by his side.

“you didn’t have to do that.” he groans, but he isn’t annoyed. its a little embarrassing being taken care of, but he isn’t complaining when its with you.

“its just one day, babe.” you hum, holding his hand, sitting on the edge of the bed next to him. “you deserved the break.”

“pro-heroes don’t get breaks.” he adds.

“okay… but i missed you.” you smile a little, trying to win him over.

you already have.

june 26

katsuki is used to criminal activity. when he hears about it, he keeps a level head and a resting bitch face, ready to deal with whatever comes his way. all that rationality is thrown out the window when he hears you had been caught up in it and injured.

he runs through every medic, frantically searching for you like his life depends on it. he’s imagining every worst case scenario, heart beating out of his chest and snapping at anyone who asks whats wrong.

“katsuki!” you finally call out to him. he turns and is relieved to see you’ve only managed a broken arm. the sigh of relief that leaves his lips is a testament to how much he cares, arms wrapping around you, not giving a single fuck who sees.

“are you okay, idiot? are you hurt anywhere else?” his eyes scan you for injuries. you physically have to cup his face and bring his attention back to whats important: you’re okay. and so is he.

“i’m fine.” you almost laugh, savouring his rare moment of vulnerability. he has things to do, reporters to talk to and damage to control, but you’re the priority right now. you’re what he loves the most.

you never know how much you care until you think you’re going to lose it.

september 12

being a gruff, muscular, powerful hero, katsuki think’s he’s too strong for panic attacks. he’s also wrong.

he hopes you’re in a deep enough sleep not to notice his pacing. to him, the room is on fire, only the smoke is invisible and only he can feel the flame.

his breathing picks up, pains in his chest while the tremors set in. his heart races, nauseous and sweating while he tries to get his bearings. all of his heroes die all alone, just like he will.

“just breathe.”

he’s commanded by you, not even realizing you woke up. he feelings your touch on him, taking his hand and placing it overtop your chest. he wants to ask you when you woke up, or for how long you’ve been watching him, but he can’t seem to ground himself enough for that.

“its okay, kats.” you coo, pulling him into a hug, as if shielding him from his own anxiety. “just breathe. you’re safe here.”

he can save you from villains and threats, be your knight in shining armour, your hero. you, on the other hand, can save him from himself. and thats the moment he knows he’ll love you for as long as he breathes. even if you were to one day become a stranger to him- his heart would recognize you anywhere.

december 31st - 5 minutes to midnight

there’s glitter on the floor, polaroids tossed around lazily. kirishima’s annual new years party wouldn’t be complete without you and your boyfriend, katsuki, in attendance. people drink and blast music, reminiscing on this past year. in just 5 minutes, the world would begin again.

he could be with his friends, drunk on love, laughter, and booze. he could relish in the fame of his success and achievements. but all of that seems so small, so trivial, when he sees you out on the balcony, alone.

“idiot?” he peers out, seeing you leaning over the railing, looking out at the stars. “what’re you doing out here? everyone’s gonna start counting down.”

“hey.” you hum as he walks over to you. his arm so naturally finds its way around your waist, like it belongs there. loving you is like breathing for him.

“you know 5 years ago today, you just graduated.” you reminisce, watching his red eyes grow contemplative.

“yeah? so?” he utters, not getting your point.

“nothing, just… so many people spend new years focusing on whats ending. and thats good. i just… when i look at you, katsuki… i think of my future.”

his heart swells at that.

“damn it, idiot.” he huffs, forehead resting against yours, a dumb smile on his face. “my life has been better with you. everything has been better since you.”

you both hear the sounds of cheering, counting down to midnight. time ceases when katsuki looks at you, whole centuries passing when he holds your gaze. you melt his tough exterior and the ashes of his ambition. you become his dreams, his everything.

“10!”

“i never want you to be a stranger, ever.”

“9!”

“i wanna laugh with you for the rest of my life.”

“8!”

“i wanna hold on to every memory with you.”

“7!”

“this is so fucking corny.”

“6!”

“i know, i don’t care.”

“5!”

“i’d spend all my midnights with you.”

“4!”

“and all my new years days.”

“you hate cleaning up after parties, though.”

“i can’t hate anything when its with you. i love you, [y/n].”

“i love you too, katsuki.”

“3!”

“2!”

“1!”

january 1st

the truth is, he has always known he’s loved you. he’s never needed the reminder, like its the one sure thing in his life. for as long as he lives, he’ll be cleaning up bottles with you on new years day.

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from this req !! fem ! reader , mentions of periods

there was only one thing in the world that bakugo katsuki truly loved. and it wasnt his favourite spicy food, or going on a hike in the early morning. katsuki wasnt that shallow that he would value something so temporary over the most important thing in his life.

it was fairly simple, really. what katsuki loved more than anything was his girlfriend. of course, he would never admit it to anyone, and especially never to you. katsuki would rather rip his teeth out than admit how much he loved everything about you.

but whenever katsuki would look over at you during any moment of the day, he couldnt help the tight squeeze in his chest, and his hands would get all sweaty. during the first couple weeks of your newfound relationship, katsuki would stumble over his words, and was always too nervous to hold your hand — he always immediately defended himself by claiming that he 'didnt wanna hold your stupid hand.'

as your relationship progressed, katsuki became much more relaxed and comfortable around you, and it had gotten to the point that even if you were in public or private, he needed to have at least one hand on your skin at all times. it didnt matter whether if it was a hand on your waist, around your shoulders, your fingers intertwined with one another... katsuki just had to be touching you in some way. he could be seen as overprotective, or just plain clingy, but you knew what was the actual reason for his need for physical touch. katsuki was not a verbally kind man — he couldnt compliment people, and his voice was always a few times louder than anyone else. of course, he still softened up around you, but katsuki felt as though his love was being concealed by his rough persona.

so, when youre laying on the sofa in the common area of the dorms, you can almost begin to predict when youll feel katsuki's palms cup your cheeks and squeeze them. katsuki had an odd obsession with your face, and he would usually either squeeze, bite or kiss all over it. the affection only got worse when katsuki was in a softer mood, or when you were looking slightly vulnerable — if you were tired, or on your period. he would hold your body so close to his own, not wanting to admit that his heart was going into overdrive from the uncontrollable amount of cuteness aggression he was feeling.

"i know i don' say it a lot, but i love ya. you better not go one day thinkin' that you aint loved, 'cause i swear, id do anythin' for you..." was what katsuki had whispered to you one night, as the two of you lay in his bed, with your body cuddled up to his and your head laying on his chest. you had just had one of the worst days ever, but thankfully, your boyfriend always knew how to cheer you up, in his own way. he would always be there to hold you close and squeeze your body to his — katsuki was clingy, but it made you love him so much more every single day, and you wouldnt ever stop.

another new year with bakugou katsuki.

One more hour ‘til the New Year.

“So,” you started, “we’re about to ring in another year. Guess I’m stuck with you again, huh?”

Bakugou paused from tidying up the scattered toys in your shared bedroom. The gears in his head need a moment to get to processing.

“Hah?”

“It’s just hitting me, you know? I’ve been putting up with you for how long now? Feels like forever.”

A scowl immediately made itself known in his lips, unsure if you’re joking or not. “The hell are you gettin’ at?”

You tapped your chin as though deep in thought. “Maybe it’s not too late to return you to your parents. They probably miss having you around, anyway.”

“You’re jokin’.”

Bakugou’s eyes blink dumbfoundedly.

“Does your parents have a no-return policy?”

His voice dropped to a grumble, and his brows furrowed. He finishes tidying up the toys and joins you on the bed, cuddling close to you (even if he doesn’t consider it cuddling, moreso invading your personal space—but you’re his wife, so he gets a pass).

“As if. You think you can just ship me off like I’m some Amazon package? No way in hell, dummy. You’re stuck with me.”

And I’ll gladly be stuck with you for eternity, he finds himself wanting to say but refrains from doing so.

“Stuck with you, huh? That’s a bold statement, Katsu. What if I do want to send you back?” You laughed softly.

Bakugou snaked his arms around you, pushing himself impossibly closer to the point where you could tease him for being too clingy, his lips tugging into a pout he’d never admit to. “You can’t. You said yes when I proposed. You walked down the aisle. You said ‘for better or worse.’ That’s on you.”

You smiled, combing your hands through his hair. It may appear all spiky and rigid, but you’ve learned that it’s actually fluffy and soft—definitely well taken care of.

“I don’t remember that part. I think you dragged me down the aisle, all grumpy and scowling.”

“I didn’t drag you anywhere. You were practically sprintin’ to get hitched to me.”

“Was I?”

“You were,” he scoffs, but it’s soft, as if thankful of the fact. “And now you’re mine forever. No refunds, no returns, no exchanges.”

The sound of your laugh is something that’ll never get old to him. He could play it on repeat and never choose to turn it off.

“Forever’s a long time, Katsu.”

“Forever’s not a long time when I get to spend it with you,” he says. It’s the truth, and he can never bring himself to lie to you. Not now, not ever.

Because if anything, Bakugou Katsuki loves with his whole heart, puts every piece of himself in the things he does and has done, and he’ll be damned if he ever lets you settle for anyone less.

“Spend it with the little brats, too.” Ah, your two daughters have him wrapped around their little fingers.

You rolled your eyes. “Confident, aren’t you?”

“Definitely.” He reached out and grabbed your hand, lacing your fingers together. He looks at you with this all too familiar look, as if asking for a simple thing.

“And don’t even joke about tryin’ to get rid of me. You’d be lost without me.”

“Oh, absolutely helpless,” you tease, indulging him with a soft, chaste kiss.

Bakugou snorts. “Whatever.”

“Forever, right?”

“Forever,” Bakugou said firmly, resting his forehead against yours. His voice dropped into a quieter, almost shy tone. “And don’t forget, you’re stuck with me, too. No way I’m lettin’ you go.”

Your heart melted a little at his rare softness, and you kissed his cheek. “Fine, Katsu. I’ll keep you. But only because the return policy’s expired.”

“You’re lucky I love you.”

“No, you’re lucky I love you,” you joked.

“Damn right I am,” he replied, choosing to enjoy this serene moment with you rather than bothering to watch the same old boring fireworks to celebrate the new year an hour later.

Your husband can recreate any fireworks shows any day, anyway.

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second helpings

synopsis: he owns the kitchen—until you quietly claim a corner of it, and he is enjoying it more than he lets on.

pairing: timeskip!bakugou katsuki x f!reader

⊹ ࣪ ˖ notes: been gone a while. had ran out of ideas but here we go

you don’t cook often.

not because you can’t, but because he always beats you to it.

katsuki treats his kitchen like a battlefield—controlled, efficient, and his.

he moves like he’s been doing it his whole life, sleeves pushed up, jaw set in focus, the faint smell of spices clinging to his shirt even after he’s done.

it’s something he enjoys, something he’s good at, and he rarely lets you lift a finger when it comes to meals.

so when you tell him, “i made something for you,” you expect a scoff, a teasing remark, maybe even a lecture about how he should be the one cooking for you.

what you don’t expect is for him to hesitate.

it’s barely noticeable, but you catch it—the slight pause, the flicker in his expression before his arms cross over his chest.

“you what?”

you huff, nudging the bowl toward him, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. “i cooked something for you.”

his red eyes flick down, scanning the dish like he’s assessing its structural integrity.

it’s nothing fancy—just something simple you put together while he was out. but his fingers twitch slightly, like he’s holding himself back from reaching for it immediately.

“…what’s the occasion?”

you blink at him. “nothing. just wanted to.”

his brows furrow slightly, like he doesn’t quite understand the concept of someone cooking for him just because they felt like it.

but after a moment, he exhales through his nose, jaw shifting as he grabs the chopsticks.

“you didn’t have to, y’know.”

you smile, resting your chin on your hand. “I know.”

he doesn’t say anything else before taking a bite.

the first one is quick—just a taste.

then the second comes almost immediately after, slower this time, more thoughtful. his chewing slows just a fraction—contemplative. his brows furrow, but not in a bad way.

he’s thinking.

then, without a word, he goes for a third bite.

you watch him, amusement curling at your lips. “well?”

he chews, swallows, and sets his chopsticks down with a casual motion.

“…it’s good.”

you stare.

then squint.

“just good?”

his ears tint the faintest shade of pink, and he scowls, looking at anything but you. “what, you want a damn trophy?”

you snort, shaking your head. “a simple ‘thanks’ would work.”

his mouth presses into a tight line, and for a second, you think he might just grumble his way out of this. but then, just barely above a mutter—

“thanks.”

your grin widens, warmth blooming in your chest as he goes back to eating, and even though he doesn’t say anything else, you don’t miss the way he finishes every last bite.

it happens again.

not immediately, but enough that it starts to become a habit.

one night, you make an extra portion without thinking, setting it aside without a second thought.

another night, you leave something for him when you know he’s coming home late, the dish waiting on the counter like a quiet reassurance that he isn’t alone.

you don’t always expect a reaction, but you always get one—even if it’s just a muttered “’preciate it” or the way his shoulders shift ever so slightly when he sees what you’ve left for him.

and then, one evening, you catch him sneaking extra bites.

you’re pretending not to watch, seated at the kitchen counter with a drink in hand, your body angled just enough to keep him in your peripheral vision.

katsuki eats like he always does—quick but deliberate, each motion efficient, no wasted movements.

his back is straight, his expression unreadable as he makes his way through the plate of curry you set in front of him.

then, the second you turn your head—

a blur of movement. a quiet clink.

your eyes snap back to him.

katsuki freezes, chopsticks halfway to his mouth, a second helping clearly stolen from the pot sitting on the stove.

his jaw tightens as he chews, his expression carefully neutral, but you don’t miss the way his fingers tighten slightly around his chopsticks.

your brows lift. “did you just steal extra?”

a beat of silence.

then, his red eyes flick up to yours, his chewing slowing slightly as he glares, unimpressed. “what?”

your gaze drops to the now slightly emptier pot.

a slow grin spreads across your face.

“you did.”

he scowls, shoving another bite into his mouth like it’ll somehow erase the evidence. “it’s good. so what?”

you rest your chin on your palm, amusement flickering in your eyes. “you could just ask for more, you know.”

he clicks his tongue, gaze flicking to the side, suddenly finding the tiled floor far more interesting. “dunno what you’re talkin’ about.”

after that, you start paying more attention.

to the things he likes, the things he doesn’t say outright but that you pick up on anyway.

you learn that he prefers meals fresh off the stove, that he eats fast but never wastes a single bite. that he loves spice—but sometimes, just sometimes, it even gets to him.

you catch the way he drinks more water when it does, the slight furrow of his brows when the heat creeps up on him.

“you good?” you ask once, watching as he takes another gulp of water.

he clicks his tongue, setting the glass down with more force than necessary. “’course I’m good.”

you just shake your head, amused.

even when he’s exhausted, dragging himself through the door after a long shift, he still eats whatever you make. no complaints, no hesitations.

just a quiet moment where his shoulders loosen and he sits down without a word.

and no matter how much he huffs and grumbles, no matter how much he acts like it’s nothing—

he never says no to your cooking.

one night, he comes home later than usual.

you’re already half-asleep on the couch, curled under a blanket, when you hear the door open.

heavy boots thud against the floor, the familiar sound of him kicking them off near the entrance. there’s a rustle of fabric as he shrugs off his hero jacket, the soft clink of his gear being set aside.

then—

a pause.

you blink groggily, rubbing your eyes as you push yourself upright. “katsuki?”

he doesn’t answer right away. just stands there, his gaze fixed on the covered dish waiting on the counter.

his shoulders loosen slightly, the exhaustion still clinging to him, but there’s something softer in the way he moves now, like the sight of the meal has pulled some of the weight off his shoulders.

“…you made somethin’?”

you yawn, stretching your arms above your head. “yeah. thought you might be hungry.”

he doesn’t say anything at first. just strides toward you, stopping in front of the couch, and before you can react—warm lips press against the top of your head.

it’s quick, fleeting, but it lingers in the way his breath ruffles your hair right after.

his voice is quieter this time. “thanks.”

your chest feels light, a soft warmth settling beneath your ribs, but before you can process it, he’s already moving again. he grabs the plate, lifts the lid, and takes in the meal.

then, he makes his way back to you, dropping onto the couch beside you.

his thigh presses against yours, his body radiating warmth, and then an arm drapes over your shoulders, pulling you in.

you blink, a little surprised, but you don’t resist, sinking into him as he picks up his spoon.

he eats in steady bites, quiet, comfortable. then, without a word, he scoops up another bite and holds the spoon out to you.

you hesitate for half a second. “you don’t have to—”

“just eat.”

you huff, but open your mouth anyway, letting him feed you.

the flavors settle on your tongue, familiar and warm, but you barely notice because katsuki’s watching you now, eyes flicking over your face like he’s waiting for your reaction.

you chew, swallow, then smile a little. “tastes good.”

his mouth twitches, and he clicks his tongue, looking away. “’course it does. you made it.”

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Family man

Bakugo x reader

Tags: Pro hero Bakugo has two daughters, pure fluff, cuddling, kissing, request from anon

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If someone told you at 15 that you'd be married to Katsuki Bakugo, let alone have kids with him, you would have laughed in their face. But here you were, ten years later, standing in a house filled with love, noise, and two little firecrackers that looked just like him.

Katsuki had been away on a two-week mission, and even though you'd grown used to his job as the number two hero, the house always felt a little emptier without him.

The moment the front door opened. He yelled, “HEY, BRATS! COME GIVE YOUR DAD A HUG!”

From down the hallway came the sound of small, hurried footsteps, followed by a chorus of giggles. Two blonde-haired girls, carbon copies of their father with a hint of your softer features, ran at full speed towards the door.

“DADDY!” they squealed in unison, throwing themselves into his open arms.

Katsuki let out a deep laugh, scooping both five-year-olds up effortlessly. “I missed ya, shitheads.”

“Daddy!” one of them scolded through a fit of giggles. “We’re not shitheads! We’ve been good! Didn’t do ANYTHING naughty!”

“Yeah?” Katsuki raised a skeptical brow, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips. “That’s not what your momma said. Told me you two firecrackers were trying to blow up the backyard.”

Both girls gasped, their little faces lighting up with guilty smiles. They shared a glance before breaking into giggles.

“You got caught, huh?” Katsuki chuckled. He leaned in, lowering his voice like he was telling them a secret. “Listen up, you two little brats. I don’t care what kinda trouble you get into, so long as you don’t hurt each other or give your mom too much stress. Got it? If you’re gonna use that badass quirk you inherited from me, you better be doin’ it where she won’t lose her damn mind.”

“Got it, Daddy!” they chirped, nodding enthusiastically.

“That’s my girls,” he said with a smirk, pressing a quick kiss to each of their foreheads. “Love ya both, little shits.”

“Love you too, Daddy!” they echoed in unison.

Katsuki set them down, ruffling their messy blonde hair. “Alright, now where’s your mom? I’m gonna make out with her.”

“Ewwwwww!” Both girls scrunched their noses, erupting into laughter as they ran off down the hall, leaving Katsuki smirking in their wake.

After the girls ran off, Katsuki smirked to himself, shaking his head. “Little brats,” he muttered affectionately. He kicked off his boots and made his way to the kitchen, where he immediately spotted you standing at the sink.

You were doing the dishes, your back turned to him, completely unaware of his arrival thanks to the headphones over your ears. He noticed the slight bounce of your head to the music, and a grin tugged at his lips.

Moving quietly, he snuck up behind you, his footsteps surprisingly light for someone like him. Without warning, he wrapped his strong arms around your waist and pulled you against his chest.

You gasped softly, but the familiar warmth of him made you relax instantly.His face buried in the crook of your neck, his blonde hair tickling your skin. A smile spread across your lips as he slid one hand up to gently tug off your headphones.

“Hello, spouse,” you greeted with a playful giggle.

He groaned dramatically, lifting his head just enough to mutter, “That’s all you’ve got to say to me, wifey? I was gone for so long. Ugh, I hated that shit. Being away from you kills me.”

Before you could respond, Katsuki spun you around to face him, his arms sliding down to wrap tightly back around waist. You instinctively reached up to drape your arms around his neck, your palms pressing against his broad shoulders.

“I missed you, Katsuki,” you said softly, looking up into his crimson eyes.

“And?” He raised a brow, a teasing smirk forming. “You’re forgetting something, brat.”

You rolled your eyes dramatically, a grin tugging at your lips. “And I love you, my lord, my king, my glorious Dynamight god, whom I am so lucky to have borne your children and touch your godly body.”

He snorted, and before you could react, his fingers dug into your sides, tickling you mercilessly.

“Say it right, brat,” he growled playfully as you doubled over with laughter.

“Okay, okay!” you squealed between giggles, squirming in his grip. “I’m sorry! I missed you a lot, and I love you so much!”

Satisfied, Katsuki stopped tickling you and pulled you flush against him. Before you could catch your breath, he cupped your face and kissed you, the kiss rough and full of longing. You couldn’t help but giggle against his lips, which only made him kiss you harder.

When he finally pulled back, his crimson eyes softened as they locked with yours. “I missed you too, brat,” he murmured, pressing his forehead to yours. “I love you.”

Your smile widened, and you squeezed him tightly, soaking in the warmth and comfort of his return. “Welcome home, Katsuki.”

Katsuki leaned against the counter, still holding you close, his arms refusing to let you go just yet. “Did the girls behave while I was gone?” he asked, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

You chuckled, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. “Well, they’re your children, so I guess from that perspective... they could have been worse.”

Before Katsuki could respond, the sound of little feet pattering against the floor interrupted the moment. The girls ran into the kitchen, both looking up at you with matching grins.

“Hey! We were good!” one of them protested loudly, crossing her tiny arms in defiance.

You turned to them with an amused smile. “Girls, you put a hole the size of a crater in the backyard,” you said, giggling.

As you turned back to grab something from the sink, Katsuki caught their attention, mouthing silently to them: I’m so proud.

The twins beamed, barely containing their giggles.

“Hey, they’re your kids, Katsuki. But it’s okay—I love you both,” you said with a smile, bending down to their level to give them each a quick kiss on the forehead. “Now go play, alright? Don’t interrupt me and Daddy for a bit, because we haven’t seen each other in weeks, and we’re about to kiss and cuddle—”

“GROSS!” one of them shrieked, while the other let out a loud squeal before they both bolted out of the room.

Katsuki let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “They’re gonna be a handful when they’re older,” he muttered before turning his attention back to you.

Before you could reply, Katsuki suddenly bent down, grabbed you by the waist, and effortlessly flung you over his shoulder.

“Katsuki!” you squealed, laughing as he carried you into the living room.

“Shut it, woman,” he said with a smirk, giving you a playful swat on the backside as he plopped down on the couch. He adjusted you until you were straddling his lap, your knees resting on either side of his waist.

“I need kisses,” he declared, his crimson eyes burning with affection. “I need to be rejuvenated.”

You laughed softly, leaning down to press a series of small, playful kisses all over his face—you lifted his blonde hair that covered his forehead to cover it in kisses, you kissed his nose, his cheeks, and finally the corner of his lips.

He closed his eyes, letting out a low hum of contentment. “Missed your hands on me,” he murmured.

“I missed you too, my princess,” you teased, placing a gentle kiss on the side of his neck.

Katsuki scoffed, rolling his eyes even as a smirk tugged at his lips. “Don’t start, brat.”

You pulled back, sitting up slightly so you could look down at him, your hands resting against his chest. “What did you miss about me?” he asked, his voice softer now, though a teasing edge still lingered.

You hummed, trailing your fingertips under his shirt. “Well,” you began, “I missed your touch and your warmth…” Your hands glided up his abs and to his chest feeling the scar on the center of his chest beneath your palms before moving your hands to his pecs, pausing to rest on the defined muscles of his chest, “And I missed these.”

Katsuki snorted, his smirk widening. “Just a bag of meat to ya, huh?”

You leaned down, brushing your lips against his. “You’re my world,” you whispered softly.

For a moment, his teasing grin faltered, replaced by something softer. His arms tightened around you as he kissed you again, his lips rough but full of unspoken devotion.

Katsuki smirked at your words, his crimson eyes narrowing mischievously. “Wanna make another baby tonight?” he joked, his tone light.

You rolled your eyes, letting out a giggle as you traced lazy patterns on his chest. “No way,” you replied with a laugh. “I already have two tiny female carbon copies of you running around causing chaos. I think I’m good.”

His smirk widened. “Tch, you love those little brats, admit it.”

“I do,” you said, grinning. “But I’m not sure the world—or my sanity—could handle another one of you.”

“Fair point,” he muttered, leaning back against the couch with a low chuckle.

You paused for a moment, then glanced up at him with a teasing glint in your eye. “But… you know,” you began, your tone turning playful. “I wouldn’t mind taking part in the baby-making activity… as long as no babies are actually made.”

Katsuki’s eyebrows shot up, his smirk instantly turning wolfish. “Is that so?” he drawled, his voice dropping to a low rumble as his hands slid down to rest on your hips.

You giggled at his reaction, leaning down so your lips were barely brushing against his. “Mmhm,” you hummed, enjoying the way his gaze darkened.

Katsuki let out a growl of frustration, sitting up straight and gripping the back of your neck to bring your lips crashing down onto his. The kiss was heated and full of the longing that had built up over the past couple of weeks, and you couldn’t help but laugh softly against his lips.

Breaking the kiss for air, he rested his forehead against yours, his hands firmly on your waist. “You’re lucky I love you,” he muttered, his voice still low and gruff.

Your pull back and you reached for his scarred right arm, gently lifting it.

His crimson eyes softened as he watched you place tender kisses along his knuckles, your lips brushing over the rough skin. You held his hand delicately, like it was the most precious thing in the world, before pressing his palm against your cheek.

You closed your eyes, leaning into his touch. “I know, Katsuki,” you whispered, your voice full of warmth. “I know.”

For a moment, he was silent, staring at you as though you were the only thing grounding him. His fingers twitched against your cheek before he let his hand settle there, cupping your face like you were something he could never afford to lose.

“Tch,” he muttered under his breath, his voice gruff but filled with affection. “You’re such a sap.”

You opened your eyes, meeting his gaze with a playful smile. “And yet, you love me anyway.”

“Yeah,” he murmured, his tone softer now. “I do.”

You leaned forward, kissing him gently, pouring all your love into the moment. When you pulled away, Katsuki let out a low sigh and muttered, “Damn it, woman, you’re gonna make me soft.”

You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck and resting your forehead against his. “That’s okay,” you teased. “You can be soft for me.”

“Only for you , my wife.” he admitted quietly, pulling you closer until there wasn’t a single inch of space left between you.

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this request ! fem ! reader , girly ! reader

katsuki with a girly!gf was not something that class 1a expected from the explosive blond. they all thought that he would end up falling for someone similar to his own personality and drive, and not you - his complete opposite.

despite the two of you being an unlikely pair, you complimented the other almost perfectly. your pretty pastel-based outfits and sweet mannerisms contrasted his loud, uncontrollable persona in a way that made it look natural. you were bubbly and pleasant to be around while your guard dog of a boyfriend loomed behind you.

more often than not, a pink accessory would be found somewhere on katsuki, especially if you werent present. whether it was a charm bracelet or a pink hairclip tucking away his unruly mop of hair, there was always some element of you on him, and it had become a game within the class to try and guess what 'mark' you had left on katsuki that day.

katsuki usually hated being ridiculed and made into a joke, but if it brought a smile to your face, he would walk around in a handstand all day just to see you laugh. your airy giggles and bright smiling face made it all worth it to him, and he didnt care that the two of you were nothing alike.

he didnt want someone that was like him, hell, he barely liked himself most of the time. so he found happiness in your difference, and how bright you were in comparison to him. you were his light, the calm to his storm.