Background info!!!!:so reader is a pro hero and Shem had an injury that made her unable to work for around 3 months. Once they were healed Katsuki insisted they take one more month to fully heal. Reader isn’t fully on board but she listen to him.
NOTES!!: I was researching and I think katsuki fav food is Mapo tofu??? SORRY IF THATS WRONG
HEYA! Erm…so like sorry for disappearing for 2 months…😔🔫 I lowkey have been busy (GUYS I HAVE A LIFE) anywayssss accept this as my apology!
tonight, you will cook his favorite dinner. Mapo Tofu. it will be a great night. He did promise to come home early on this specific night.
“Let’s cook!” You say to yourself cheerfully.
You play your f/p and get to work. As you cut and cook the tofu all you can image is your husband’s sweet face after seeing you made his favorite food. You bet he will be so happy!
As you finish up and place the food neatly on the table you look up at the time to realize he will be coming home soon.
Oh you can’t wait to see his face, it’s going to be full of joy!
Maybe he is just running a little late? Yea he probably is! You know you need to stay late at work sometimes. Just give it a couple minutes he’ll come home soon.
It’s been hours…it way past midnight. He was supposed to be here hours ago!
Maybe something happened to him?
Your heart aches in a way it never should. As you were spiraling you hear the front door suddenly shut. Heavy boots thud against the entryway floor.
Now he has a lot of explaining to do.
“I know I’m late” his words silenced yours. Katsuki steps inside, shoulders hunched, hair flattened by sweat and exhaustion.
“Before you start bitchin about me…I had work you can’t expect me to be home all the time” You didn’t expect that tone. You sit up a little straighter. “I… made dinner. I thought maybe we could eat together.” He scoffs, dragging a hand through his hair. “Seriously? I got in past midnight and the first thing you do is give me shit about dinner?”
“I’m not giving you anything-”
“It sure sounds like it,” he cuts in, louder…no more irritated. “I bust my ass all day, fighting villains, working with incompetent bitches, and then I come home to you guilt-tripping me?”
“Katsuki…” you try, keeping your voice gentle, smooth. “I’m not guilt tripping you. I just—”
He doesn’t let you finish.
“Oh, please save it for someone dumb,” he growls, pulling away from you. “You’re home all day doing literally nothing and somehow you’re more dramatic now than when you were actually working.” That insult hits the an insult to the face.
You know deep down he doesn’t mean it.
“Hun,” you say softly, “that’s not fair.”
He laughs bitterly. Exhausted. And cruel in a way he only ever gets when he’s overwhelmed. “What’s unfair is me coming home to judgment from someone who’s not even pulling their weight right now.” Your fingers tighten around your clothes.
“You know what?” he spits, eyes narrowing. “Sometimes I think, maybe it really would’ve been better if we never got married.”
Or maybe he does, and he can’t stop himself. “You’re just dead weight” he mutters quietly but loud enough for you to hear.
He called you deadweight.
you refuses to give him that satisfaction.
Instead, you inhale deeply.
And on the fridge it was a calendar.
you take a pen and draw a small circle around today’s date.
Katsuki frowns. “What are you…?”
You don’t tell him it was your birthday.
You don’t tell him you waited all day.
You don’t say a single thing.
You simply step into your shoes, open the door, and leave.
Once you shut the door Katsuki stares at the calendar. The truth finally punches the breath out of him
And he had called you deadweight. Even though it was his idea to make you ready longer. It wasn’t his career on pause.
“Shit…” he whispers, voice breaking for the first time all night. “What the fuck did I do?”
As you sit in your car something goes though your mind.
You need to remember who you are outside of being his wife. You decide to stay with a friend for the time being, you called your agency asking to get back into combat. They clears you for light-duty missions. When they ask if you’re ready, you say, “I need to get back out there.”
Because you need to remember yourself.
Serious in a way that feels different than before.
You’re rebuilding yourself.
The mission is supposed to be simple, it was supposed to be easy, how did it turn into such a mess?
The villains you were chasing managed to get out of the building before you. They need time to escape they made the building start to shake, violently. You thought you would be okay you can always find another way.
Not just a child. Children.
They were held up in a little circle holding each other, sobbing. As you ran to them you could see their lips trembled. You thought you could get them out in time, but you were severely wrong . The concrete above you started cracking and before you can even think. Your body moves over them, shielding them from the concrete. You may have saved their lives, but you just risked your life.
Bakugo was on patrol when he heard his radio come through. “Dynamite, do you copy? We got a situation.” The voice comes through.
“yeah, yeah what do you need?” he responds, irritated. “a building collapse on *street name* h/n was in it she saved three kids, but she’s in critical condition” before the voice could even finish that sentence Bakugo was already blasting over the city to get to the hospital. When he bursts into the hospital, pro heroes and nurses look up sharply.
A nurse leads him to the room.
He pushes past the curtain
A bandage wrapped tight across your chest and shoulder.
Monitors beeping steadily… but too weakly.
The doctor enters quietly. “She lost a lot of blood. Her injuries were severe. We’re doing everything we can.” He doesn’t listen to anything they saying. He can’t hear anything. He doesn’t want to hear anything except your voice.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers, voice cracking wide open. “I’m so fucking sorry.”
His words—no his pleads—come out in a broken stream.
The monitor beeps softly.
Your chest rises and falls shallowly.
Katsuki’s tears hit the sheets.
“Please,” he chokes out. “If you open your eyes I’ll never say those words again. I’ll never take you for granted. I’ll never let you go to bed sad. I swear on my damn life.”
He stays there… he doesn’t know for how long,he doesn’t care all—he can think about is you.
Prays to gods he doesn’t even believe in.
He waits for your fingers to twitch.
For your eyelids to flutter.
HEYA!!! Erm…SORRY ABOUT THE ENDING!
I want food and sleep 🍓🍰💤