HOW THEY BLUSH.

in which you give bakugo katsuki the silent treatment

warnings: 2.3k words, fluff fic, slight hurt but mostly comfort, bakugo is sad :( he doesn't like being ignored, i wrote this weeks ago i can't remember shit about what i put in this. UNEDITED ASF!!!

a/n: this was not supposed to be a standalone fic, this was actually meant to be a multi-character thing about giving them the silent treatment but that didn't turn out as planned bc i have no time so i only have bakugo ready lol! hope you enjoy

there’s a pair of crimson eyes burning holes in the side of your head and you can feel the gaze penetrating further and further into your skull with each passing second.

you almost have the nerve to ask when bakugo katsuki learnt how to use his armour-piercing shot with his eyes. 

but alas, you bite the inside of your cheek and continue ignoring him, fingers tapping away on your keyboard to finish up your report.

it’s now day three of your silent treatment. your boyfriend has endured 48, painful hours of the punishment that he rightfully deserved and he’s been restless for all 48 hours. it’s a miracle that he’s survived this long because you totally would’ve expected him to blow up already.

how ironic that he’s acting sensible now yet couldn’t hold his tongue when you two were taking down the villain.

the event that caused bakugo’s predicament was actually the report you were finishing, a gang of villains - experienced ones, had broken into a high-end jewellery store and stolen majority of their dazzling diamonds and you and bakugo just so happened to be on site.

you were expecting a robbery chase that happened at least every three days. what you weren’t expecting, was that they were good. like, really good.

one of the thief’s quirks kept grazing you and it didn’t help that the communication between you and bakugo was off that day, so when you meet up with him again after splitting up, unconscious villains in tow with a few injuries to pair with it. 

he failed to stop the big words that tumbled out of his mouth.

“what the hell was that? you seriously failed to listen to some simple instructions? you might wanna go back to being a fuckin’ sidekick because of how shit that was and you have the nerve to call yourself a pro?” thundered the explosive blond, whose face was getting closer and closer to yours with each passing second.

your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. you took down the villain, what was the big deal? “excuse me?” you muttered lowly.

that seems to tick him off even more, “you heard me! that was embarrassing to watch, kept getting hit and injured by some shitty extra. we don’t need heroes like you to screw things as simple as a robbery chase up!”

bakugo had been ticked off the second he first entered the agency this morning, so you were aware he was in a bad mood and you probably were the final strike to him letting loose of his temper- but that was not an excuse for the venom he was spitting. no matter how desperately you wanted to retaliate, you kept your cool for the sake of your relationship and also because you were in public. you didn’t need anyone listening to realise that it was you that bakugo was shouting at, so with no sound, you turn around and meet up with the police, villains in hand. 

that seemed to shut him up pretty easily, thank goodness to your eardrums.

“we took ‘em down,” you said the second the police scrambled out of their cars. you tried to keep the frustration and anger out of your tone but the way you threw the villains with a little more force than necessary against the police car caused the officers to flinch. 

a certain blond appears not long after, now calmer and more guilty-looking.

“thanks you two. we dug through our records and found out that these criminals have been wanted for a while. kept escaping under our noses,” one policeman says with a grateful smile. you don’t bother to return it, blaming it on the cut on your cheek.

“no problem. just call us if you ever need us again,” you tell him with a proper nod. 

you and bakugo watch the policemen secure the villains, not moving until the last car leaves your sight.

he turns to you and finally says something to break the suffocating tension between you two.

“you should probably get some first aid for those cuts.”

bakugo tries to sound normal- really, he tries, because the second you turned around and left him in the alley, he realised the magnitude of his stupidity and felt his heart drop to his stomach, fearing for the worst.

with a small ‘tch’ from you, you’re gone the next second from his sight, probably flying back to the agency.

you don’t speak to him. even when he spams your phone with check up texts, even when he returns after patrol, even when he walks into your office whilst you rapidly type away at your laptop furiously, making more typos than you’d like to admit. 

“hey,” he says sternly, trying to capture your attention with little success. “c’mon, talk to me.”

bakugo rounds the table and bobs down beside you, careful not to aggravate you by touching you even though it was hard to resist the temptation. natural boyfriend instinct.

“y/n, i didn’t mean what i said back there, i swear,” he continues, “i was just, fuckin’ mad at- i don’t even know, and i shouldn’t have snapped at you like that.”

it’s beautiful how he can say everything beside ‘sorry’.

“please don’t ignore me.”

he’s frowning, and you really wanna look at him and respond, but you don’t and this dance continues for the next two days. bakugo asks if you want coffee; no answer but he brings it for you regardless. bakugo asks if you need help sorting through the mess of papers on your desk; no answer but he cleans it up regardless, in the exact way you like it. bakugo asks if you need him to run by the support gear department to check up on your costume; no answer but he does it for you regardless and tells you all the updates as well. (he’s not doing it for your forgiveness. this is a usual routine you two have so even without your answers, he knows whether you’ll say yes or no.)

now he’s sitting in your office whilst you finish writing up the report you’ve been neglecting for a while because often, to speed things up, you and bakugo split up the paperwork but with you pretending like he, your boyfriend, doesn’t exist, that wasn’t really possible.

at the 67th hour of no speaking, he snaps. now that you two were officially off the clock and could return home or do as you please, bakugo spends no time picking you up from your chair with little to no effort as a noise of surprise slips past your lips.

you want to ask where he was taking you as he glides through the halls with determination and vigour, his shoes clanking against the marble floor with each step he took, keeping you secured in his arms, pressed against his chest.

there’s a string of curses that you could yell at your boyfriend right now and don’t be mistaken, you could very easily take him down, if it weren't for how much you had missed him.

(you feel slightly terrible for keeping up this silent treatment because that pout on his face is growing by the second, but it’s what he deserves and you wouldn’t relent until a proper ‘sorry’ is given.)

in your moment of zoning out, bakugo has reached his car and seated you in the passenger seat, leaning over you to secure your seatbelt. the kiss he places on your face practically radiates with his complacency at getting you safely in his car. 

you huff and cross your arms as he rounds the vehicle to the driver’s side. bakugo hands you the aux and you take it, plugging in your phone to find your shared playlist and you don’t miss the smirk he has when he sees the familiar playlist name pop up on the screen.

the drive is painless enough with no words being exchanged, the music muting the silence that still had some tension lingering in it.

bakugo’s taking you back to his apartment and sure enough, the second the car is parked (perfectly), bakugo tells you ‘don’t move’ before exiting and jogging around to get to your side.

you let him pick you up again with a sigh but it’s all for show, especially the way your heart flutters when you notice he’s hugging you a little tighter this time. 

he’s probably afraid you’re gonna run off (he’s had that fear since you first started dating).

sure enough, the explosive blond doesn’t set you down until he steps foot into his bedroom and from there, he throws you on his expensive ass bed with ease, clambering atop you before crushing you with all his weight.

a little ‘oof’ escapes you.

“‘m not getting up till you speak to me,” he lazily threatens, wrapping his arms around your middle. “so you can either get comfy or stop messin’ around.”

“i’m still mad at you, y’know,” you murmur, bringing your hands behind your head whilst staring up at his ceiling. the man lying above you stiffens, taking his head out of his chest to look up at you.

“i’m sorry,” he gruffly confesses, unable to look you in your eye when you glance back down at him with your jaw agape and eyes widened. 

yes, he should have said the apology ages ago. yes, it’s been long overdue. yes, you were still surprised that he managed to get those two syllables out of his mouth.

above all, bakugo katsuki is stubborn, unrelenting and powerful, and you’re surprised he succumbed without you suggesting for him to apologise.

you sit up on your elbows, recovered from your brief moment of shock to tell him, “you’re not forgiven.”

“what?” he gawks, outraged, “what else do you want from me?”

“it’s been two days! you could’ve said ‘sorry’ two days ago and i would have forgiven you!” 

“fuckin’ hell, i didn’t think of that.”

“bakugo katsuki, are you really that stupid?”

“take it back!”

“not until you take calling-me-a-lame-hero back!”

“i’m sorry! i take it back!” he winces, “you sure know how to kill a man, huh? i’m sorry, i didn’t mean what i said, now talk to me again, y/n, these past few days have been torture!”

you can’t help but smile at his desperation. he never acts like this for anyone so you’re going to enjoy these rare moments of vulnerability for a little longer. 

“told me to go back to bein’ a side kick,” you huffed, “that’s not a bad idea actually, maybe i’ll listen and apply to be midoriya’s. or todoroki’s. they’re climbing the ranks quite quickly-”

“-y/n!” he’s whining now and you’re afraid you have a manchild lying atop you now.

“i’m joking.”

“you’re mean.”

“oh so now i’m the mean one? what about when-”

“-shut your mouth!”

“is this another one of your instructions? telling me that i’m unworthy of being a hero to the extent that i need to shut my mouth-”

“-stop it!”

you fall back on his pillows in a fit of laughter and as your giggles fill the room, bakugo can’t help but feel his heart ache. this is what he’s been yearning for for the past few days, moments that are so unexplainably, unabashedly you that he realised he doesn’t want to go another day without it. now that you’re back in his arms, he knows everything will be okay, especially with the familiar feeling of your hands carding through his hair.

“i’m really sorry. i didn’t mean to be that mean,” he begins after a moment of silence. it takes a few more seconds for him to continue, “i was just freaking out seein’ you get hurt and i was really fuckin’ panicking because those injuries were totally avoidable. i should have protected you and i shouldn't have gone at you for just doing your job. i was scared.”

you can't help but melt a little at his confession, and the way you can feel him frown into your skin whilst tugging you closer, you feel more loved than ever fathomable.

“thank you, katsuki. i appreciate it but you know i can take care of myself, and i know you’re always going to protect me when i need it. i trust you, more than anyone else.” 

bakugo closes his eyes in content as he tugs himself closer to you than what should be considered possible. you welcome him for all of his roughness and raggedness. he just might be doomed if he didn't have you.

“we should really move in together,” you suggest.

“yeah, yeah we should.”

after a few minutes of silence, you begin to speak up, “i have my night patrol soon, you have to let me go, babe.”

he squeezes you tighter, “but i literally just got you! i’m getting my three days worth of attention, fuck your patrol.”

“that’s not very heroic of you,” you murmur, “now let me go.”

“no.”

above all, bakugo katsuki loves you. 

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— when they wake up alone

bokuto, suna, kyotani x gn!r

lots of cursing, mentions of eating, not proofread; angst to fluff kinda

me when suna

# bokuto

bokuto is absolutely beside himself when he wakes up and your side of the bed is cold and empty. quickly he sits up and calls your name, "y/n?? y/n, baby?" no response the crease in his brows deepening with the frown on his lips. "must he in the bathroom or something" he mumbles to himself, clumsily getting out of your shared bed and walking fast to the bathroom down the hall. he knocks on the door quietly, "babe, you in there?" he waits a few seconds before opening the door, only to find the room dark and empty. now he's feeling really nervous, where the hell were you? 'the kitchen?' he thinks but when he gets there it too is empty, he basically tears the whole house apart looking for you, no where to be found. maybe you left him? finally got tired of his immature personality, maybe you just couldn't stand to be with him another minute- even as he slept.

the negative thoughts plagued his brain, so much so in fact, he hadn't even heard the front door of your shared apartment open, or the thud of your snacks hitting the hardwood floor. he hadn't even noticed you make your way toward him, "bokuto, baby, what's wrong?" his head snaps up at the sound of your voice, "y/n? you're back?" he reaches out for you and you stand there hugging him as he sat on the couch, "yeah, i couldn't sleep so i went to get snacks. why are you crying though? did you have a nightmare?" you run your hands through his hair and it calms him down almost immediately. "n-no but i reached for you and you were gone and t-then i couldn't find you anywhere.... i-i thought you left me for good." he hiccups, you feel guilt creep up your chest at his words. "oh bo, baby no! i just didn't wanna wake you since you have a match tomorrow." he sighs, arms wrapping around you tighter, "please just wake me up next time, you really scared me." you promise you won't leave the house without telling him from now on and cheer him up with some of the snacks you bought, and kisses of course.

# suna

suna's first feeling is disappointment as he reaches over to pull your body closer to his, still half asleep, but is met with an empty space. he's annoyed but doesn't think too much about it, you probably had use the bathroom or something so you'd be back in no time. it's only when he realizes too much time has gone by and you still weren't in bed he starts to get really irritated and a little nervous, why weren't you back in bed? he groans, throwing the comforter away from his body and stands from the bed, "y/n where the hell did you go?" his voice his hoarse as he calls out for you checking each room in the apartment, only for them to be empty. he curses to himself as he sits on the couch, plenty of emotions running through his veins. it worried him that he had no clue where you were and it pissed him off that you hadn't said anything before you left. even more though, he couldn't shake the uncomfortable feeling that maybe you left with the purpose of never coming back- it made him uneasy.

he hadn't meant to fall asleep on the couch in same position he'd sat down in, the sound of the front door opening snapping him awake almost immediately. all he felt was annoyance, it was nearly 2 am and here you were walking through the front door, paper bags in hand. "where the hell did you go?" the question comes out a little harsher than he'd originally wanted it to but he was too tired to care at this point. you flinch at his question, "uhm to the convenience store? i couldn't sleep so i decided to get snacks and you have a game later so i didn't wanna wake you." he rolls his eyes, "so you leave me to wake up alone? i couldn't find you anywhere- i was worried sick. do you only think about yourself or something?" well shit, he hadn't meant to say that last part. you drop your bags to the ground and immediately suna knows he's fucked up big time. "i-i'm sorry, i just didn't want to wake you up b-because-" you were already breathing heavy, tears staining your cheeks and suna has no idea how he can recover from this.

"oh fuck, baby- i didn't mean to- shit i'm so sorry" he inches closer to you and to his surprise you let him embrace you "i didn't mean to snap at you, i swear. i'm just so tired and i was so fucking worried you weren't gonna come back- god i'm so sorry" he hold you tight in his arms, "i'm sorry too rin, i should've at least left a note, but i knew i wasn't gonna be gone for long so i didn't even think about it." you apologize but he only shushes you, "still, i should have never snapped at you." you nod against his chest, "you really worried me though, i thought that- you know what it doesn't matter, you're back now. let's eat those snacks you brought back, yeah?" the two of you spend the rest of the night eating the snacks you bought and suna holds you close and tight like you'll fade away if he doesn't.

# kyotani

kyotani is a heavy sleeper, especially after a long set and he's definitely not a morning person- no matter the time he's woken up. so when he wakes up you side of the bed empty and cold, he already feels him becoming agitated. he rolls over to check his phone, 3:52 am, "what the fuck, y/n" the grumbles, "y/n." he yells, loud but no response, "of course you're gonna make me get up." he scoffs. firstly he searches the living room, he knew that oftentimes, you had trouble sleeping and knowing he hated to be woke up, you would sneak into the living room to watch tv until you were sleepy again but of course you weren't there. you weren't in the kitchen either, and he didn't find you in the bathroom nor on the balcony. kyotani checks his phone, no texts no calls, nothing. he rolls his eyes and throws himself onto the couch refusing to text or call you out of his own stubborn national, plus, what if you were driving? he turns on the tv to distract himself from the pit of anxiety bubbling in his belly, nothing can really stop his thoughts from running wild though, he can't shake the feeling that you weren't coming back and had left him for good, finally tired of his- well everything about him, really.

he thoughts are interrupted when he hears the front door open, relieved to see your face but angry as he remembers you'd left without a word. he frowns standing up to meet you at the front door, apparently you weren't expecting him because you flinch as he makes his presence known by clearing his throat, "oh fuck- kyo you scared me! why are you awake?" he scoffs "oh i scared you? well at least you didn't wake up to an empty house at nearly four am" his tone has you frowning, "i didn't wake you up because you'd be upset with me and i knew you needed rest after your show from earlier." his face softens but still he rolls his eyes and glances at the bags in your hands. "whatever, what's in the bags?" he takes them from you and sets them on the island counter, "i couldn't sleep so i went to get snacks." you follow him to the kitchen, "i got your favorite too." if he was still annoyed before he definitely wasn't anymore, did he even deserve the snacks? he'd just snapped at you minutes earlier. he grunts in acknowledgment, "c'mon, we can eat together, kyo. i'll put on a movie." you grab his hand in one hand and the bags of snacks in the other and lead him to the living room where you both lay on the couch.

his silence is all too loud as you put on a movie you both enjoy, "kyo, is something wrong?" kyotani can't help the tears that form in his eyes as he embraces you tightly, "i was worried about you, you brat. why'd you leave without telling me? you coulda left me a text or something." you're stunned at his sudden outburst, "i was only gone for 30 minutes, kentaro... but still i'm sorry, i should've left a note, but i didn't think you'd wake up while i was gone?" you rub his back and chuckle, "did you miss me that much, baby?" he shakes his head as best he can while it's in the crook of your neck, "i thought you weren't gonna come back." his confession surprises you, "oh... why would i not come back? i love you too much to leave for good." you grin, "really?" "really". the both of you spend the rest of the dark hours of the morning watching movies and eating the snacks you bought all while in a tight embrace.

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𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇 | 𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐀 𝐊𝐈𝐘𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐈.

sakusa is rich, it comes as no secret, and that’s why you tell yourself this was never bound to work. you’re pretty sure he’s got tons of trust-fund-raised family friends that are after his heart anyway, so his options are surely plenty open.

he’ll do without you.

yet, why he’s incessantly knocking on your door, you can’t seem to figure out, the pounding sound ceaseless as he stays persistent. you’re nearly at your wit's end after thirty minutes, stomping over to open the door and face him.

“kiyoomi,” you growl, glaring daggers his way, but he only shoots sharper ones at you through his eyes, piercing you with the obsidian orbs you know all too well.

it feels like he can read right through you, and you hate yourself for letting him get so close—letting yourself get so attached.

“what’s your issue?” he presses.

right.

sakusa is probably the most stubborn, hardheaded, determined, and pettiest individual you’ve ever met. and it’s not exactly a surprise, you’ve learned he’s the youngest and he’s wealthy, a combination that makes it all add up. but still, you’d never expected someone as stoic as him to be so borderline bratty at times.

“my issue? i’m not the one pounding on a door at eleven pm with no pause. what’s your issue?”

“you’re ignoring me,” he pouts.

and there it is, the look that first made you really realize how smitten you truly are for the man before you, and how far from your reach he really is. you’ll never fit in with sakusa’s crowd, and you’re pretty sure he’ll never understand yours, and the inevitable heartbreak seems more crushing later rather than sooner.

so, with the utmost self-control that you never knew you could demonstrate, you force yourself to pull your eyes away from his face—that’s much too handsome to be fair—and look at your feet.

“kiyoomi, listen,” you begin, and his face falls immediately. and so does your heart, all the way down to the pit of your stomach at the look.

“you don’t like me anymore?” he asks almost like a child. “but…i did…i thought i did all the right things. the movies…it worked in the movies,” he insists.

“what movies?” you ask, face twisting in confusion. he looks down bashfully, his face a light shade of pink as he clears his throat.

you try to force your beating heart still at the sight.

“i…i’m not really good at this,” he admits. “i thought…j-just you know, i did…some…research,” he finally blurts out, voice strained.

if it weren’t for your current predicament, and the fact that you know yourself well, and you know you won’t pull away if you lean in, you would’ve kissed his lips senseless at this very moment.

“romance movies?” you grin slightly. he huffs, turning his face to the side as he shifts on his feet.

“yes, romance movies. we were pursuing a romantic relationship, and their genre is romance. it makes sense,” he mutters. and despite the way your head screams to end this conversation now before it’s too late, before you’re too in deep to let yourself pull away, you chuckle, smiling bigger as the flush of his cheeks only darkens.

“that’s cute,” you mumble to yourself. “really, really cute,” you admit.

“so then what’s the issue?” he raises a brow. and it all comes crashing down again, making your smile drop—and he notices, he notices right away.

sakusa kiyoomi may be a bit sheltered, but he’s quick on his feet, he’s perceptive, and he’s a fast learner. he’s learned all your signs and quirks faster than you could hope to teach him. all on his own.

“look,” you sigh, deciding to rip the bandaid off, no matter how bad the wound might sting. “my background isn’t like yours. i’ve never had to use more than one fork and i’ve never had a bread plate.” he crinkles his brows, staring at you bewildered.

“so? i’m dating you, not your forks.” groaning, you rub your temples, mentally rolling your eyes at how dense he can be.

“kiyoomi. your friends and family probably expect you to bring someone home that grew up like you, don’t you think? someone who’s from a bit more wealth?” he ponders your words for a moment before shrugging, nodding at them as though they were any normal topic.

“yeah, they probably do expect that,” he agrees. you blink.

“well i’m not that, am i?” you ask bitterly, flashing him a pained smile. it finally dawns on sakusa what you mean, his eyes widening a fraction before he quickly steps closer to you.

you should pull away, you really, really should—but you missed his warmth so much. indulging in one more moment with him couldn’t be so bad, you think.

“yeah, you’re not. but they never gave me anything even with all that money. nothing like what you give me anyway,” he shrugs. “i like you. a lot. i think…i think i might even…you know? love you?” he asks the last bit in a quiet voice, almost like he’s asking himself.

and under any other circumstance, you’d raise a brow at a man questioning his love for you, but it’s not like that with sakusa. you know him, and you know he’s trying to navigate what love feels like, he’s trying to find the warmth of its embrace in your arms.

it makes your heart skip a beat.

“what?” you breathe. and despite the palpable fear in his expression, sakusa presses his forehead to yours, staring at you with a hard determination you’ve grown to admire.

the same one he sports during games, and practice, and watching recaps to find his mistakes. he gives you that same passion, if not more.

“i think…no. no, i do. i love you,” he whispers. and sakusa kiyoomi is a star athlete, he’s got a car that’s worth more than your entire life savings at the moment being, he’s got trust funds waiting for him, and he’s got a snobby rich family back at home, but he’s got barely anything if not nothing at all without you.

the words knock the air out of your lungs and steal your breath.

“is this you trying to be like those movies you watched?” you murmur.

“i think we could be better. probably less cheesy,” he whispers back through a wet laugh. “but i kind of need a love interest for that.” the watery chuckle you let out makes his heart unclench, the relief rolling over him in waves.

he knows it’s a good sign. he knows everything about you. and even if you’re scared, you can’t help but trust him blindly.

“okay, omi. let’s be better than your stupid romance movies,” you grin. “i love you too.”

and for a second, you’re glad he’s not starring in a film, you don’t think you ever want to share the stupidly handsome smile he gives you with anyone else to see.

i am well aware he is in japan and uses chopstick and the forks part was a little inaccurate — this is a fictional drabble though, so if you comment on it i’ll block. you just enjoy the writing bro sobsobsob

͏ ͏(9:50AM) TETSURŌ KUROO

“i got invited for another date again.”

you turn, missing your straw completely as you attempt to play it off. “and? did you accept?”

kuroo chuckles at you, aiming the straw towards your lips as you happily enjoying the cool drink. “nope.”

a pout forms on your face. you bump your shoulder against kuroo’s arm, narrowing your eyes at the street ahead of you. “i don’t understand why you turn down these dates.”

because of you, kuroo thinks.

you are the sole reason kuroo doesn’t go on dates or accept confessions, because he’s inevitably and madly in-love with you. ever since you became nekoma’s manager during his third year of high school, it was as if you two instantly became friends.

you matched kuroo’s quick mouth, like the way he matched your wit. soon hanging out just for volleyball turned into hanging out at kenma’s to play games. a friendship neither of you anticipating to happen.

unfortunately, for the man across from you, you’re completely obvious towards his feelings for you. always laughing it off as a joke when he sincerely opens up to you. others would’ve given up years ago, however, kuroo isn’t one to back down from what he really wants.

“because there’s someone i like.”

you pause, mouth agape and eyes wide, watching kuroo’s ears quickly turn red. a squeal escapes your mouth as you jump up and down, slapping kuroo on his back as you begin to yell.

“what? since when? why didn’t you tell me?!”

“y/n—“

“is she in your class? oh, she must be really smart, huh?”

“not really—“

“that’s a messed up thing to say…”

kuroo sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, his patience running thin. you’re unaware of it all — the slight tremble in his voice as he tries to speak over your persistent questions.

“so when do you wanna go out?”

your mouth immediately shuts up, as you stare back at your friend, narrowing your eyes for any signs of teasing. except there isn’t any. in broad daylight, there stands kuroo, his hair upright as it’s always been, golden eyes shining with sincerity.

you open and close your mouth, nerves growing quickly while your mind tries to make sense of what just happened.

“are you asking me out on a date?”

“yeah.”

the apple of your cheeks begin to grow hot, as you fidget with your cup. “but that's... i mean, we're not -- oh.”

there’s a moment of silence, one awaiting for the other to speak first. until you feel a sudden warmth on your hand, realizing it’s kuroo’s hand in yours. it’s much bigger than you expected, covering up your whole hand entirely.

“hey, w–wait!”

“earlier you said you wanted to get some pastries, right? i think there’s a place nearby.”

“tetsu, what are you doing?”

kuroo turns to you, a gleaming smile gracing his face. it knocks your breath away. he looks almost ethereal with the way the rays of the sun shine on him.

“isn’t it obvious?” he teases, placing a chaste kiss on your forehead. “i’m taking my girlfriend on a date!”

and this time, you didn’t turn him down.

a/n: i apologize in advance if this seems… rushed?? dry?? it’s my first time writing for kuroo in so long so please be kind 😭😭

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𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜: 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝙼𝙷𝙰 𝙱𝚘𝚢𝚜

Summary: How will the boys of class 1-A react to their crush confessing their feelings for them?

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of food, Mentions of insecurities

Characters: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugo, Shoto Todoroki, Eijiro Kirishima, Denki Kaminari

Word Count: 2.9k

♡ Izuku Midoriya ♡

- HE GETS SO RED OMG HE WILL LEGITIMATELY BE MORE FLUSTERED THAN YOU AND YOU’RE THE ONE CONFESSING HE'S SO CUTE ^^

- You had a feeling that it may overwhelm him if you decided to confess in a public setting, so you waited until after all of your classes for the day were over to confess.

-Besides, confessing in private made the whole ordeal much less embarrassing for you if Izuku were to reject you. He’s an incredibly kind person and the two of you are fairly close, so you know he’d never mock you or react rudely to your confession, so facing his rejection in front of only him seemed much less scary than facing it in front of all of your classmates.

- It took you about an hour to mentally prepare yourself to confess to your long-time crush before you managed to pull out your phone and text him asking if you could come over, a small part of you praying that he would say he was too busy so that you wouldn’t have to confess.

- Unfortunately for you, Izuu responded almost immediately with a short ”Of course, you’re always welcome to come over! :)” message. His kindness made your heart swell despite your fear, happy at least at the fact that he seemed excited to get to see you.

- You quickly made your way over to Izuku’s dorm, not wanting your nerves to get the best of you before you could confess. The universe was clearly trying to show you that it was time, and you had done your best to prepare yourself for any consequences you may receive as a result of this decision, so all that was left to do was get the confession over with.

- Izuku could clearly see that something was off from the moment you walked in, placing his hand gently on your back as he welcomed you in to his room and offering you a bottle of water which you gratefully accepted as you sat next to him on his bed (ensuring there was a decent amount of space between you two, lest your heart beat out of your chest in the middle of your confession) and told him you had something you needed to say to him. 

- "Wait, really?”  He managed to spit out with a voice crack after a moment of shock, effectively cutting off your anxious rambling as you spoke. The two of you stared at one another with wide eyes, neither of you able to speak for a moment as Izuku’s mouth continued opening and closing as he attempted to gather his thoughts.

- He waited silently as you inhaled deeply, gazing anxiously at him and blurting out your confession before you had a chance to second-guess yourself.

-The moment the words “I have feelings for you” left your mouth, however, it was as if his brain stopped registering the words coming out of your mouth and his face immediately bloomed into a bright crimson shade. 

- It took him a few moments to regain his composure, leaving you waiting anxiously for his reaction to your confession for longer than you would have liked, but once he got past how flustered he felt he ended up telling you he feels the same and tentatively reaching over to hold your hand in his as he asked if you’d be interested in going on a date with him once you finish your classes tomorrow (which of course you happily agree to, linking your fingers together as you stare at one another with shy, lovestruck eyes) :>

♡ Katsuki Bakugo ♡

- Bakugo would 100% try to pretend that he wasn't flustered at your confession, but you manage to see through his facade even in your nervous state, prompting a lot of teasing until you manage to officially ask him out lol.

- Of course you see him as kind of a wild card when it comes to how he’ll react to your confession, meaning you don’t think it’s a good idea to confess to him in front of other people. You know better than most people how blunt Bakugo can be with his teasing, and you decide that it’ll be easier for you to deal with his potential rejection without an audience.

- You’re one of the few people Bakugo is comfortable around, so you’d like to think that even if he doesn’t feel the same way the two of you will still be able to maintain the friendship you’ve built up, but Bakugo is still so unpredictable to you that you’re not entirely sure, which is why you’d been holding off on confessing for so long. 

- You decided to head down to the kitchens that evening and confess to him while he was making dinner, since he usually cooked for all of your classmates on Fridays (despite the fact that he complained about feeding all of you “ungrateful losers” every single time without fail) and everyone else typically left him alone while he was cooking, so you’d have some privacy while confessing. 

- If anyone else had come down to bother him while he was cooking Bakugo would have sent them away with a harsh glare, but the moment he realized it was you hovering carefully over his shoulder as he cooked he felt his muscles relax slightly, turning around to mutter a “What are you doing here, idiot?” softly in your direction.

- Unfortunately for you, it seemed that now that you were face-to-face with the boy that you had been crushing on for ages now, your confession looming like a dark cloud over your mind, your words began to get clogged in your throat as your nerves flared up within you.

- Though you tried your best to articulate what you were trying to say to Bakugo, you were unable to get any words out of your mouth, simply standing there with your mouth open, eyes wide and panicked as the boy grew more confused by the second.

- “...Do you have something to say or what? Spit it out Y/n, I’m trying to fucking cook here.” Bakugo eventually broke the silence, though no malice was present in his tone despite his harsh words.

- His no-nonsense tone snapped you back into reality and forced you to shake off your nerves, taking a deep breath as you realized it was better to get this over with quickly than to draw it out.

- You watched Katsuki’s eyes widen as you confessed your feelings for him, a rare stunned look crossing his face as he attempted (and failed) to fight of the blush beginning to form on his cheeks at your confession

- “...Was that all you had to say?” He asks once you’ve finished your confession, causing you to finally glance at him and smirk at how visibly flustered he was. He was attempting to seem relaxed and calm, but his bright blush and the way his voice cracked on his next sentence clearly gave him away. “Well I like you too, dumbass. You should have said something sooner.”

- He spends the rest of that evening grumbling as you tease him over how adorable he looked while flustered, but the kiss he presses to your temple as he walks you to your room that evening tells you he truly isn’t annoyed at you in the slightest.

♡ Shoto Todoroki ♡

- As we all know, Shoto can struggle with understanding subtle cues when it comes to emotional issues, so it’s best to be as upfront and clear as possible when confessing to him (and once he realizes what you’re saying he will be stunned into silence, as he isn't quite sure how to react at first).

- You had taken an interest in Shoto from the very first day you saw him after arriving at UA, and your interest had only grown over time as the two of you had become closer.

- It didn’t take too long for you to become one of Shoto’s closest friends, the two of you truly connecting once he began letting his walls down and showing his classmates more of his true self. You quickly learned how much he genuinely enjoyed physical affection and how he was an amazing listener and how passionate he was about his hero training, and all of these qualities only made you fall harder for him.

- While you spent quite a bit of time deliberating on whether or not to confess, seeing as Shoto was well known as the “pretty boy” of class 1-A and you were sure he had been confessed to by others before, eventually you decided you needed to confess to him for the sake of your friendship.

- You were beginning to feel awkward around your friend, burdened by your attempts to keep your feelings under wraps, and you knew that confessing would resolve the tension you were feeling around Shoto one way or another. Whether the two of you would end up together or you’d finally be able to eork towards moving on from him and restoring your friendship, a confession was clearly needed in order for you to move past the awkwardness and anxiety looming over your mind whenever you were in Shoto's presence.

- You ended up inviting Shoto over to your dorm as the two of you were cleaning up after eating dinner altogether, having been assigned to do the dishes together for the evening. You told him you had something you needed to talk about quickly, unknowingly causing anxiety to begin bubbling within him as he trailed behind you on your way to your dorm.

- Insecurities and worries slowly flooded his mind as silence fell between the two of you, mind racing as you moved to shut the door to your dorm behind the two of you. ‘Did I upset them somehow? Are they hurt? Do they not want to be friends anymore?’

- What you said next halted all of these worries, however, stunning the boy into silence as you blurted out your long-withheld feelings. 

- “Listen Sho, I have feelings for you. As in, romantic feelings. And if you don’t feel the same I totally understand, but if you do, would you be interested in going on a date with me this weekend?”

- “Wait! I’m sorry, I was just surprised.” He suddenly spoke, causing you to finally look up and make eye contact with him. A small smile spread across the boy’s face as he continued to speak, releasing his hold on your wrist in favor of tentatively linking your hands together as his other hand nervously scratched at the back of his neck. “But I’d love to go on a date with you, Y/n.”

- Your eyes were shut tight as you spoke, silence once again engulfing the space between the two of you as Shoto stared at you with his jaw open. You barely managed to peek your eyes open enough to look at the boy's reaction, his stunned face causing your heart to drop in disappointment.

- His silence seemed to all but confirm the idea that he didn’t feel the same, and you turned to hide your face and begin to apologize for making him uncomfortable just as Shoto reached out to wrap his hand around your wrist.

♡ Eijiro Kirishima ♡

- I honestly feel like you’d plan out a whole confession just to accidentally blurt out a confession randomly while the two of you were together, which of course Kirishima would find absolutely adorable ergntnjtkyjh 

- He’s a very talkative, friendly person and it’s really easy to just let your guard down and relax around him, which is a huge part of why you initially began liking him, but now it’s put you in a slightly embarrassing situation.

- You had consulted Denki once you realized that you were sick of keeping your feelings hidden away, deciding that you just wanted to confess to your friend and face whatever he had to say in response, and though Denki provided little assistance in actually helping you plan a confession, it was nice to at least be able to tell someone else about your hidden feelings and run your confession plan through someone else before putting it into action

- You had everything planned out, you were going to wait until the weekend and then make Kiri a nice homemade lunch (you knew that would put him in a good mood) before eating together and confessing to him one-on-one.

- Denki agreed that it was a solid idea (as did Mina, who overheard your plan after Denki decided to speak obnoxiously loudly while discussing said confession plan with you during lunch one day) and you were planning on spending the rest of the week preparing yourself to finally confess to your crush.

- Unfortunately, it seemed that the world had other plans for your confession, which came to fruition in the middle of a lesson with All Might that week on Wednesday afternoon.

- You were each being asked to showcase three “special moves” you had come up with over the past week of training in front of your entire class, and when your turn came up you flew through all your special moves with ease. You had been practicing these moves practically non-stop throughout the week, and when you heard the enthusiastic cheers of your classmates in response to your demonstration you knew your hard work had paid off.

- Your proud smirk quickly flew off your place as your jaw dropped, however, once Kirishima moved to wrap his arms tightly around you from behind, cheering about how amazing you had done and asking how you had managed to perfect all three moves in such a short amount of time as your face began to heat up.

- “...Hello? Earth to Y/n?” He asked as he loosened his hold on you after a moment with no response from you, noticing the startled, flustered look plastered across your face. “You okay? Why do you look so… nervous and awkward all of a sudden?”

- You weren’t quite sure how to answer his question without clearly giving yourself and your hidden feelings away, and as you wracked your brain for an answer and attempted to force words out of your mouth your vocal chords betrayed you in the most embarrassing way possible.

- “I like being in your arms.” You spat out after a moment of silence, face immediately heating up tenfold as you tried to backtrack and explain your sudden, strange comment. “But not just your arms! I like everything about you, honestly I just like being around you, but that's pretty obvious considering I have a huge crush on you-” 

- “I’m gonna guess that was unintentional,” Kirishima chuckled as he began running a hand through your hair, “but I’m glad you said all that, because I like you too.” He gently placed his finger beneath your chin as he spoke, lifting your face up to his and pressing a gentle kiss to your nose with a grin on his face as he finally had the chance to ask you out. “So, you wanna go on a date with me this Saturday?”

- You forced your mouth to snap shut as you realize what had just occurred, turning to bury your face in Kirishima’s chest in shame as you felt his chest shake as he chucked at your words. Several of your classmates were staring at you in awe at this point, shocked at what you had just blurted out seemingly out of nowhere.

♡ Denki Kaminari ♡

- He will most likely embarrass you publicly with his reaction, I hate to break it to you ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (But in all honesty he just gets really giddy after finding out you like him, so be prepared for a strong reaction from him lol)

- Honestly you know that even if he doesn’t feel the same way you do, he would never intentionally make fun of you or tease you about your feelings, which is what eventually gives you the courage to confess to your long-time crush.

- The two of you had been close for quite a long time, and while it may be difficult for you to get over your feelings if he doesn’t reciprocate him, you’re happy to have him in your life no matter what and are willing to accept it if he doesn't feel the same.

- Honestly Denki thought that you already knew about his feelings for you and just weren't romantically interested in him, seeing how he was incredibly flirty whenever the two of you were around one another and you never responded to his advances, but because he was a naturally flirty person you never thought much of his flirty comments.

- I feel like in an effort to not make your confession a huge deal you’d decide to ask him one day on your way to lunch, with enough people in the halls around you that it would feel like more of a casual conversation while still offering you some privacy.

- Denki really enjoyed making you flustered, though, and on that particular day it seemed like he was practically trying to force your confession out of you with how flirty and playful he was being. Constantly calling you gorgeous or beautiful, booping your nose, ruffling your hair, and just generally being extra affectionate, and you were completely shocked when you managed to make it all the way until lunch without blurting out a confession.

- The two of you were walking side-by-side, lunches in hand, as you made your way to the UA cafeteria, Denki going on and on about new modifications he was considering making to his costume as your mind drifted from the conversation, and you new it was finally time for you to confess, accidentally interrupting him in your haste to just get your confession over with. 

- Though he went to complain once he heard you start speaking, completely cutting through the sentence he had been in the middle of, the moment he heard “I have a crush on you” his mouth snapped shut as a wide grin made its way across his face.

- You were barely able to get your confession out before you felt the boy’s fingers begin attacking your sides, tickling you and causing giggles to erupt from your mouth as he teased you.

- “You’re so cute, Y/n, you know that? I was starting to think you didn’t like me and I had misread our relationship completely!” Denki chuckled happily as he ceased his tickle attack, shifting instead to wrap one arm around your waist and mumbling "I like you too, you dork. I've been trying to drop hints for ages now." as the two of you made your way into the cafeteria together, hand-in-hand.

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omi and his girly little gf <3

he thinks you’re so PRECIOUS. when he first saw you walking across campus with your nails done, shorter than most of your friends, dressed well and in pink he couldn’t stop thinking about you. atsumu had to snap him back into the conversation. kiyoomi thought that you looked like a pretty princess.

when you two become friends and talk more, he’s a little more obvious about it. when you get your nails done or ask him if he likes a skirt you got he always compliments how well it suits you, that pink is your colour!!

if you’re black, and you add pink into your braids/ dreads/ locs/ twists he thinks you look like an absolute FAIRY!!! you come back from the salon [ he wanted to come see you. he swears he did. but you didn’t let him for the ‘surprise’ of it): ] his mouth curls into a smile and his dimples are on display, he gets up from his spot on the sofa and asks if he can touch them. he clears some of the hair from your face and he places a feathery kiss on your forehead , “it’s not fair, how pretty you are,” he says.

kiyoomi just loves when you have french tips. he loves it. especially when the base is a pale pink colour, and the tips are just a crisp white. he loves how it contrasts with his black rings as he holds your hand. his heart flutters when your little, neat palm can only wrap around a few of his fingers. he loves how your manicured thumb rubs against his battered knuckles - it makes him feel dizzy.

he loves when you wear skirts or get new ones, he always twirls you around like you two were slow dancing. he’ll chuckle along with you when you giggle, “i think this one’s my favorite now,” he said to you ; although he’s said that about all 7 of the skirts.

don’t you dare try to do anything when you’ve just gotten your nails done. laundry? he’ll help. you wanna make yourself smth to eat? nah, he’s got it. you wanna shower??? why????? he’ll just clean you🤞🏻🤞🏻. his big sister used to complain about having to do things with her nails on and he’d never let his sweet little princess do anything by herself ):

omi would absolutely let you do his makeup if you wanted to try a new makeup look. you sit him down, putting his bouncy curls in a little bun and then priming his face. his cheeks smush and squish as your small hands work on him gently. he can’t help the warmth in his chest when he feels that you’re making a conscious effort to be gentle when you’re soaping down his eyebrows or blending out the highlight. his favorite is when you put on mascara- the way your index finger tilts his chin upwards and you mutter a ,’ look up f’ me, kiyo’ in the most sugary sweet tone he’s ever heard. he replies with a simple , ‘ ‘kay’ that could never give away the butterflies in the pit of his belly.

lastly - he’s spoiling you ROTTEN. he’s got allll that athlete money for what???? you, obviously. you saw some pretty mary janes you wanna wear to work? done. you want new earrings? done. you want a necklace with his name on it? done. well, that part wasn’t a choice- but he’s still happy that you wanted it. if you two are out and you even say that something is cute , his immediate response is , “do you want it?” and he’s dead serious. even if it’s ridiculously over priced. if you’re someone who cries when they accept gifts i’m projecting i’m sorry consider his heart SHATTERED when he hears the break in your voice as you thank him. he’s coddling you, asking if you really hated the gift that much, but when you explain that it just overwhelms you he feels tears in his own eyes at how precious you truly are. his large hand caressing your head and the other rubbing gentle circles on your back, whispering to you that you deserve his gifts, his love, his patience because you give it back to him. you deserve to be a princess- his princess- forever</3333333

AU where Bakugou watches as his stupid friends fall in love—

(and then meets us 🌷💧⛅️)

WHEN THEY ACCIDENTALLY WAKE YOU UP FROM A NAP — HAIKYUU

feat — timeskip!atsumu, mattsun, bokuto, iwaizumi + suna

warnings — none all fluff! f! leaning petnames.

note — ‘ve just woken up very grumpy from a nap and wrote this hmph!

ఌ ATSUMU hadn’t expected you to be asleep when he returned from practice so he called for you as he always would when he walked into the living room of your home. he freezes when he sees your previously sleeping figure jolt and shake awake at the boom of his voice, rubbing at your eyes with a sniffle before shooting him a lazy sort of glare. “‘tsumuuuu ‘m sleepy why’d you do that.” you whimper, watching the blonde slap a hand over his mouth before approaching you, pouting as you blink up at him through slightly glassy eyes “‘m sorry baby, didn’t know don’t cry kay? don’t wanna see ya upset come on let me cuddle ya alright, ya can sleep on me how ‘bout that?” atsumu coo’s, his tone smooth and gentle as you nod drowsily in response, feeling him shuffle in next to you on the couch, followed by a few chaste kisses on your forehead as he rubs soothing circles against your waist, his fingers tracing along the skin while you nuzzle into him “there we go baby, go ta sleep alright ‘s good.”

ఌ MATTSUN he’d noticed you fell asleep on the couch so he was only trying to move you into a more comfortable position but he ended up accidentally waking you instead. “issei, what’re you doin’ ‘m tired stop.” you grumble and issei’s eyes widen in response before he speaks “shhhh babygirl, just makin’ you more comfortable ‘s all, don’t want you getting sore—come on, up you go.” the dark haired male drawls, and you whine as your pulled you into his chest but you feel yourself relax at the familiar warmth before nuzzling deeper into him, his arms wrapping around you tightly. issei’s fingers trace along your skin to rub soothing circles into your scalp as he places an open mouthed kiss against your temple—allowing his natural warmth to lull you back to sleep as he speaks softly against your cheek, his voice a low rumble against his chest “see that’s better, right? ‘ve got you.”

ఌ IWAIZUMI he got caught in the rain so it’s not his fault when he slips in the doorway of your home, not realising you were asleep in the living room. “fuck!” iwaizumi groans, steadying himself before freezing when he sees your dazed figure shoot up from the couch, a sob bubbling from your lips at being woken up so abruptly. hajime’s quick to strip off his wet clothes and be by your side, hushing you softly “hajime, i was asleep.” you mumble and you watch him soften at your words “shit, ‘m sorry babe, i didn’t know.” he hums, his hand cupping your cheek gently as he smiles at you, wiping any tears that managed to escape with his thumb as he places a gentle kiss to your forehead. he’s quick to move and grab the blanket from the corner, approaching you once more “come on doll, cmeer don’t want you getting sick.” hajime murmurs, and you shuffle when he lies beside you, pulling you against his chest and wrapping you both in the blanket before tucking you in, smiling softly as he continues to rub soothing circles into your cheek while you drift off.

ఌ BOKUTO he was just excited to see you when he returned home from practice, slamming the door open with a bright “i’m home, babe!” which unfortunately caused you to jolt from your previously relaxing slumber. it’s almost immediate the way he slams his hands over his mouth with a gasp, approaching you quickly when he notices the pout on your lips and you can already see the guilt in his eyes when he flops down on top of your figure, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. “‘m sorry, baby! don’t be mad, we can nap together right now—i’ll keep you warm.” bokuto’s babbles a little, pulling back to blink up at you with a pout of his own before placing a few kisses against your lips “just was excited to see you, babe.” he breathes, falling onto his side and pulling you against him and when he wraps you in his large arms you don’t even find yourself wanting to complain.

ఌ SUNA once he had noticed you napping he was trying to crawl right in beside you, but instead managed to shake you awake in the progress. he stiffens immediately when your eyes blink awake with a wobbly pout, grumbling up at him as you rub your eyes “rinnnnn” you babble, huffing under your breath when you feel him shuffle in beside you and pull you close, guiding your head gently into the crook of his neck as he finally gets comfortable. “sorry pretty baby, just wanted to cuddle. go back to sleep.” suna drawls, the low tone of his voice soothing enough to have your eyes closing once more while surrounded by his natural warmth. his fingers trace their way up your spine softly as he rests his cheek against your own. making sure to check you’re asleep before his own eyes close.

PROMISE, PROMISE.

Or in which: He tells you things he doesn’t mean during an argument.

PAIRING: suna rintarou x reader

GENRE & CONTENT WARNINGS: hurt/comfort. angst. some fluff. established relationship. arguments. (he calls you clingy and insecure.) set in timeskip so pro athlete!suna. & suna isn’t good with words, so he repeats it, over and over, hoping it’ll somehow be enough.

“you’re being stupid, y/n,” he says it monotonously—uncaring.

you wince. you knew how harsh he could get, how blunt and hurtful his words could get—but it didn’t make it hurt any less.

“it just made me uncomfortable seeing them touch you like that, rin. plea—”

your voice is soft when you try to reason with him, but it doesn’t stop him from glaring at you until you feel ready to be buried six feet under.

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*.⋆♡ katsuki kisses

(?) the different types of kisses bakugou likes to give you

neck kisses that trail your jawline to wake you up in the morning. he has you smiling in your sleep as his lips move against your skin. you look perfect like this, features lit up from the slither of orange light peeking from the drawn curtains, bathing the room in a warm tangerine colour. he knows that you sometimes pretend to still be in a sleepy trance just to keep his attention on you a little longer before the day begins. and he has no problem with giving you what you want.

gentle apology kisses making you forget all about what he was apologising for in the first place. he probably deserved the string of insults that left your lips moments ago, and as pretty as he thinks you look getting worked up, he doesn’t like it being because of him. so he stops your rambling with the touch of his lips upon your own before stepping away slightly to press his forehead against yours. the apology he breathes out is sincere and suddenly you don’t even care for it anymore, only wanting him to kiss you again.

short kisses that always turn into more that convince him that he may actually be addicted to the taste of your lips. these usually take place before he has to leave on his missions. small good-luck kisses deepen when he doesn’t let you pull away just yet. one of his hands wandering around your waist while the other holds onto your cheek. if he could have it his way, your hands would never leave him, nothing comparing to the way your fingers run through his blond hair pulling him closer in return for more.

angry kisses hiding the fact that he was actually just worried about you. how else was he supposed to react other than pull you into his arms the second you came home after a hundred missed calls. anything could of happened, he knows you can hold your own but you’re too important to him. he can’t allow himself to lose sight of you. so he tells you as much, chastising your carelessness between searing kisses with your back against the front door.

injured kisses that he always asks for once you’ve finished patching him up after a day of work. he knows that he could easily go to the medical wing at his agency to get help, but he wants you to be the one to do it. all so he can look up at you from where he sits on the edge of the bathtub, your eyes concentrated on making sure you’re dressing his small wounds correctly. he likes to reach up to smooth out the worried crease between your eyebrows with his thumb, grumbling out that he’ll be just fine as long as you’re here.