Can you do a short comfort fic where reader is having a hard day and Katsuki comforts her by cooking her favorite food and cuddling and kissing and all that fluffy stuffđ„°đđ
The day had been unbearably long. From the moment you opened your eyes, it felt like everything was going wrong. The alarm clock blinked furiously at you, two hours past when it should have gone off, leaving you scrambling to get ready. Work had been no better â emails piling up, deadlines breathing down your neck, and your bossâs voice ringing in your ears with every misstep. By the time you got home, the weight of the world seemed to rest squarely on your shoulders, pressing you down into the couch, tears stinging the backs of your eyes.
You kicked off your shoes, letting out a long, shaky breath. The apartment was quiet, save for the gentle hum of the refrigerator. Katsuki was probably still at work, training, or maybe out patrolling. You hadnât even had the energy to text him all day. Usually, he was the first person you messaged when you were struggling, but today had been too overwhelming. You pulled your knees to your chest, burying your face in them, trying to breathe through the tightness in your chest.
The sound of keys jingling pulled you from your thoughts. The door creaked open, and you heard heavy footsteps before the familiar scent of Katsuki filled the space. You didnât lift your head, not wanting him to see the mess you were right now. But of course, he noticed right away.
"Oi, what's wrong?" His voice was gruff, but underneath, there was a softness that he only ever showed to you. You felt the couch dip as he sat beside you. âWhy the hell are you sitting here like this?â
You didnât answer at first, not trusting your voice to keep steady. Katsuki was patient, at least when it came to you. He waited, eyes trained on you, assessing everything. Finally, you looked up, your vision blurry.
âItâs just been a bad day,â you mumbled, your voice barely a whisper.
He let out a quiet âtsk,â his red eyes narrowing slightly. âA bad day, huh?â He didnât push for more details, not yet. He never did. Katsuki knew better than to force you to talk when you werenât ready.
Without another word, he stood up and walked toward the kitchen. You heard the sound of pots clanging, cabinets opening, and something sizzling. For a moment, you were too tired to care what he was doing, but the delicious smell began to fill the air. Your favorite. Katsuki always knew exactly what you needed.
You didnât move from your spot, though. Even the thought of getting up seemed like too much effort. Instead, you let the comforting sounds from the kitchen wash over you â the steady rhythm of chopping, the soft bubbling of something simmering on the stove. It was like a lullaby in the chaos of the day.
After a while, Katsukiâs voice broke through the haze. âCome here.â
You blinked and slowly lifted your head. He was standing by the counter, a small, proud smirk tugging at his lips. He looked a little messy, with flour dusted on his apron and a few strands of his spiky blond hair falling into his face. But his eyes were soft, the usual sharpness in them dulled by concern.
âCâmon,â he urged again, his tone a little gentler. âI made you somethinâ.â
Reluctantly, you stood up and padded over to him. The smell was even more intoxicating up close. Your favorite dish, prepared perfectly â it always was when Katsuki made it. You were about to grab a fork, but he stopped you, placing a hand on your wrist.
"Sit down first, idiot," he muttered, but there was no bite to his words. He pulled out a chair at the small kitchen table and gestured for you to sit.
Once you did, he set the plate in front of you, and you swore it looked even better than usual. Katsuki sat beside you, not across, like usual. His knee brushed against yours, a subtle reassurance that he was right there.
You took a bite, and immediately, a small sigh escaped your lips. It was perfect â warm, comforting, the flavors wrapping around you like a hug. Katsuki watched you, his intense gaze never leaving your face, like he was waiting for your reaction.
âYou didnât have to do this,â you said softly, your voice still shaky from earlier, but the food was starting to thaw the ice that had settled in your chest.
âShut up and eat,â he replied, but his hand found its way to your back, rubbing slow, soothing circles. âYou looked like you needed it.â
There was a quiet between you after that â not awkward, not tense, but comfortable. You ate in silence, and he stayed beside you, his presence alone grounding you.
Once you finished, you felt a little lighter, like the weight on your shoulders had lifted, just a bit. Katsuki stood and cleared the dishes, not allowing you to move an inch.
When he came back, he didnât sit down again. Instead, he crossed his arms and stared at you. âYou wanna talk about it?â
You shook your head, avoiding his gaze. âItâs just been a hard day. Nothing really to talk about.â
âTch. Like hell there isnât.â He grabbed your hand, tugging you up from the chair and into the living room. He sat on the couch, pulling you down beside him. Before you could protest, he had you nestled against his chest, his strong arms wrapping around you securely.
âYou donât have to talk,â he said, his voice low and rumbling against your ear. âBut youâre not gonna sit here and keep it all in either. Thatâs not how this works.â
You curled into him, the warmth of his body chasing away the last remnants of the dayâs stress. His arms were tight around you, but not uncomfortably so. They made you feel safe, protected, like nothing could touch you as long as you were in his embrace.
Katsuki wasnât much for words when it came to this kind of thing, but his actions always spoke louder. His hand found its way to your hair, running through the strands with a gentleness that contrasted his usual rough demeanor. Every so often, his lips would brush against the top of your head, soft and fleeting, like he wasnât sure if he was allowed to kiss you right now. You shifted a little, pressing closer to him in response, silently letting him know it was okay.
He let out a soft grunt, his hand trailing down your back now, tracing comforting patterns on your skin through your shirt. âYouâre gonna be okay,â he murmured. âWhatever it is, whatever happened today â itâs over. You got me now.â
You buried your face in his chest, the steady beat of his heart soothing you more than words ever could. Katsuki always knew how to make you feel better, even when you didnât have the energy to explain what was wrong. He just knew.
âI donât deserve you,â you whispered, barely loud enough for him to hear.
He let out a low growl, tightening his hold on you. âDonât say shit like that,â he muttered against your hair. âYou deserve every damn thing, and Iâm not goinâ anywhere. Got it?â
You nodded, feeling the first real smile of the day tug at your lips. Katsuki wasnât always great with affection, but when he did show it, it was overwhelming in the best way. He kissed the top of your head again, lingering this time, his breath warm against your skin.
For a long time, you stayed like that â tangled together on the couch, the world outside fading away. His fingers continued to trace gentle circles on your back, and eventually, his hand found yours, lacing your fingers together.
After what felt like hours, he finally spoke again, his voice low and filled with that quiet determination he always had when he was looking out for you. âTomorrowâs a new day,â he said, pressing a kiss to your temple. âAnd if itâs shit again, Iâll be right here, makinâ you food and holdinâ you like this. Every damn time.â
You turned your head slightly, just enough to press your lips against his jaw. âThank you,â you whispered.
He grunted in response but squeezed your hand a little tighter. âI love you, dumbass. Thatâs what Iâm here for.â
Your heart swelled at his words, and for the first time all day, the tightness in your chest completely melted away. You kissed him softly, and this time, he kissed you back with the kind of tenderness that always caught you off guard. His lips were warm and firm, but there was a softness in the way he moved, like he was trying to tell you everything he couldnât say out loud.
When you pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours in the quiet space between you. âGet some sleep,â he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down your spine. âIâm not goinâ anywhere.â
You nodded, feeling exhaustion start to pull you under. Katsuki shifted, pulling you down so that you were lying against his chest, his arms still wrapped protectively around you. He kissed the top of your head one more time before settling in, his heartbeat steady beneath your ear.
And for the first time all day, you felt like everything was going to be okay.
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