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Nobody warned you that dating Katsuki Bakugo would completely ruin your ability to function normally around affection.
Which honestly felt unfair considering he was the one responsible for it in the first place.
Because before him, you were perfectly capable of doing things yourself. You carried your own bags without complaint, opened your own drinks, reached for things on high shelves without immediately looking around for help first. You survived perfectly fine without somebody automatically fixing your necklace clasp when it twisted the wrong way or pulling your chair out absentmindedly before you even sat down.
Then Katsuki happened.
And suddenly somewhere along the line, your standards got impossibly, horrifically high.
Not because he spoiled you intentionally either. That was the worst part.
Katsuki loved you in such a natural, consistent way that half the time he didnβt even realize he was doing it. It wasnβt with grand gestures or dramatic romance movie nonsense either. It was smaller than that, like quuieter. The kind of affection that slowly settles into your routine until one day you realize you genuinely donβt remember the last time you struggled with something alone because somehow Katsuki had already handled it before you even got the chance.
βStop staring at me like that.β
His voice cut through your thoughts from across the kitchen, low and mildly suspicious, and when you looked up properly, Katsuki was already glancing at you over his shoulder from where he stood near the stove.
The apartment smelled faintly like garlic, black pepper, and whatever body wash he used lately that kept sticking to his shirts afterward. One of the windows above the sink was cracked open slightly, letting cool evening air drift inside while the city lights glowed faintly outside.
You were sitting at the kitchen counter in one of his old shirts, chin resting lazily against your palm while watching him cook.
Or more specificallyβwatching the way his forearms flexed every time he moved the pan.
Which, in your defense, was distracting.
βLike what?β you asked innocently after a second, blinking at him like you genuinely had no idea what he meant.
Katsuki narrowed his eyes immediately at the tone of your voice, already looking unconvinced before you even finished speaking.
βLike Iβm about to buy you something,β he muttered, turning back toward the stove again with a quiet click of his tongue. βYou get that look every time you want something.β
A pause settled briefly between the two of you before your brows lifted slowly.
ββ¦Are you?β
His head turned just enough for you to catch the flat look he sent over his shoulder.
βThere it is.β
A laugh slipped quietly out of you almost immediately, your smile widening against your hand.
Because honestly? This entire situation was his fault.
βYou did this to yourself, you know,β you informed him casually, adjusting your legs against the stool while he stirred something in the pan with unnecessary aggression. βI wasnβt like this before you.β
βTch. You were absolutely high maintenance before me.β
βNo,β you disagreed immediately, unable to stop smiling now. βI was independent before you.β
βThat sounds fake.β
βIβm serious,β you insisted, your voice softer this time, more amused than defensive as you watched him move around the kitchen so comfortably like he belonged there. βI used to know how to function normally.β
Katsuki scoffed quietly under his breath at that, though there wasnβt much heat behind it anymore.
βWhat does that even mean.β
βIt means,β you started dramatically, sitting up straighter now as you pointed at him accusingly from across the counter, βthat before dating you, I was fully capable of opening my own drinks.β
βYou still are.β
βNo,β you argued immediately. βBecause now you automatically do it for me before I even touch them.β
βThatβs because your nails are always too damn long.β
βExactly,β you said quickly, pointing at him harder. βThatβs exactly what I mean.β
His eyes narrowed slightly while you looked entirely too pleased with yourself.
βYou made my life too comfortable,β you continued after a moment quieter now, your fingers absentmindedly tracing the edge of the counter while you watched him. βAnd now I genuinely donβt think I can go back.β
Something in his expression shifted briefly at that. Subtle enough most people probably wouldnβt notice, but you did.
Because after years of loving Katsuki, youβd gotten embarrassingly good at noticing the tiny reactions nobody else ever caught. The way his shoulders loosened whenever he relaxed around you. The slight twitch near the corner of his mouth whenever he was trying not to smile. The quieter tone his voice slipped into without realizing it.
βYouβre dramatic,β he muttered eventually, though it sounded weaker now, less like an insult and more like something he said out of habit.
βYeah,β you agreed easily, smiling to yourself. βBut am I wrong?β
He didnβt answer immediately. Instead, he grabbed your drink from beside the stove before finally walking over toward you.
You watched him quietly the entire time, your expression softening almost unconsciously as he stopped beside you. One of his hands settled briefly against the counter near your shoulder while the other held the bottle out toward you.
Already opened.
Your lips twitched immediately the second you noticed.
βKatsuki.β
βThe hell.β
βYou opened it again.β
βTch. Donβt start.β
But he looked away slightly right after saying it, like he already knew exactly where this conversation was about to go.
A soft laugh escaped you while you took the drink from his hand anyway, your fingers brushing briefly against his.
βThis is exactly what Iβm talking about,β you murmured, looking up at him over the rim of the bottle. βYou canβt keep doing things like this and then act surprised when I get attached to it.β
βYouβre impossible.β
βNo,β you corrected lightly before taking a sip. βIβm spoiled.β
βAnd whose fault is that?β
You smiled slowly then, unable to help it. Because he really walked directly into that one himself.
βYours,β you answered simply, your voice quieter now, more affectionate than teasing. βObviously.β
His expression flattened immediately like he regretted asking the second the words left his mouth.
Katsuki clicked his tongue quietly under his breath before turning away again, but not before reaching over to fix the sleeve of your borrowed shirt where it had slipped slightly off your shoulder first.
His fingers brushed against your skin briefly. Absentmindedly like he didnβt even realize he was doing it.
And honestly? That was the dangerous part.
Katsuki never realized how affectionate he actually was because to him, taking care of you wasnβt some huge romantic gesture worth acknowledging.
It was instinct, natural like breathing.
He remembered things without trying to. The exact snacks you liked from convenience stores. Which drinks you preferred depending on your mood. The fact you hated crowded trains when you were tired. The specific side of the bed you slept better on.
He bought things casually if they reminded him of you. Replaced stuff before you even realized you ran out of them. Kept your favorite snacks stocked in his apartment like it was second nature now. He even carried hair ties around his wrist sometimes because you kept forgetting yours and stealing his whenever your hair annoyed you.
Then somehow still acted surprised when you became attached to being cared for.
βYou are spoiled,β he muttered again a few minutes later while sliding your plate toward you across the counter.
You looked down automatically before pausing. The strawberries were already cut neatly into smaller pieces. Your eyes lifted slowly back toward him.
ββ¦You cut the strawberries.β
Katsuki barely glanced up from the stove.
βTch. You donβt like the leaves.β
Your expression softened immediately at how casually he said it. Like remembering tiny details about you was the easiest thing in the world.
βYou literally proved my point again,β you said quietly, your voice gentler now as you looked back down at the plate. βThis is why I canβt function anymore.β
βAnd? It's not like it's a problem.β
βIt is, itβs a serious one actually,β you insisted, though your smile gave you away instantly. βIf we ever break up, Iβll actually suffer.β
That made his eyes snap toward you immediately.
βThe hell are you talking about.β
βI mean realistically?β you continued, trying and failing to sound thoughtful while resting your chin against your palm again. βWho else is gonna remember I hate strawberry leaves? Or warm my side of the bed first? Or carry my bags before I even ask?β
βYou can hold your own damn bags.β
βBut you donβt let me.β
βThatβs because you start complaining after five damn minutes.β
βExactly,β you said immediately, pointing at him once more. βYou created this.β
He stared at you for a second like you genuinely exhausted him before exhaling sharply through his nose.
βYouβre unbelievable.β
βAnd deeply loved,β you corrected softly, unable to stop smiling at him now.
βTch.β
But there it was again.
That tiny twitch near the corner of his mouth he kept trying to suppress whenever you said things like that too casually. Your eyes narrowed immediately when you noticed.
βOh my God,β you gasped softly, leaning forward against the counter a little. βYouβre smiling.β
βIβm literally not.β
βYou literally are,β you laughed, already grinning too hard now. βKatsuki, you think Iβm cute.β
βI think you talk too damn much.β
βBut affectionately.β
Katsuki sighed heavily then, setting the spatula down before finally walking fully around the counter toward you.
βYouβre annoying,β he muttered, though his hands were already settling automatically against your waist by the time he stopped between your knees.
Your arms slid lazily up his forearms without thinking.
βYet here you are,β you murmured softly, tilting your head back just enough to look up at him properly.
βTch.β
But he didnβt move away, didnβt let go either. And that, that right therewas exactly the problem.
Because Katsuki loved you so naturally, so constantly, that half the time he didnβt even realize how obvious it was. Meanwhile you noticed every single thing.
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κ° synopsis κ± βΆ katsuki is going to propose tonight. he even has a planβa perfect, well thought out plan. and then he loses the fucking ring the day of said plan. maybe he should just stick to fighting villains, or something
ββ βΆ WORD COUNT. 6.2k words ; i present to you my mess
ββ βΆ BEFORE YOU READ. female reader ; established relationship ; pro hero bakugou ; reader is a teacher at U.A. ; reader wears make up and feminine clothes ; showering together + nudity ; grinding ; implied shower sex ; bakugou is going to propose, so themes of marriage ; alternating POVs ; poor bakugou temporarily loses the ring ; fluff ; masterlist.
read: an extra drabble of the proposal here!
κ° commentary κ± βΆ this was supposed to be a drabble but i mean what else is new am i right
The sun is warm on his face when Katsuki wakes up, peeking through the gaps of the hotel curtains and spilling onto his skin. Somewhere in the distance, he hears you humming to yourself in the bathroom while you go through your skincare routine, the soft clink of bottles mixing with the tune under your breath. His eyes blink open as he kicks the blanket off, lids still heavy with sleep. It takes him a brief moment to remember exactly where he is, but when it clicks, a low, blissful hum rumbles from his throat.
Vacation.
There are no alarms screaming at him at five in the morning. No agency calls. No patrol routes, or idiots needing something from him before heβs even had coffee. Just a quiet hotel room, warm sunlight, and you a few steps away behind the bathroom door.
Itβs summer. Katsuki likes it when itβs summer.
There are a few reasons why itβs a fabulous time of year, in his humble opinion. For one, he fights best in the heat, making this his peak season for pro work. For another, your students are on break, which means so are you, which means Katsuki can finally take you on the long-awaited trip heβs been promising. Most importantly, though, summer is your favorite season, and thatβs enough reason for him to like it with you.Β
Then a shriek cuts through the room, pulling him from his thoughts before he can even sit up and properly rub the sleep from his eyes.
βKats!β you cry, voice pitched high with panic. βThereβs a spider on the sink! Wake up!β
βGod dammit, woman,β he grumbles, shaking his head as he rises from bed and pads over to where you are. βYou teach kids how to be heroes for a living, and something as dumb as a spider gets you all fucked up?β
βDonβt start,β you hiss. βJust get the thing out of here, I donβtβoh my god! Katsuki, itβs moving! Hurry!β
He sighs, gently nudging you out of the way before grabbing a napkin and scooping up the (very) small arachnid. He tosses it into the trash as you let out a sigh of relief.
βThere,β he grumbles. βQuit squealing now.β
βThanks, baby,β you beam, turning to wrap your arms around his neck. You press a kiss to his lips, and he happily returns it. βMorning.β
βMorning,β he mumbles, pulling you against his chest. βShower yet?β
βNo, Iβll probably take one laterββ
βPerfect. You can join me,β he says with a satisfied grin.
You give him a flat look. βI just did my skincare for the morning. Iβm not washing it all awayββ
βLetβs get this offβa you,β he says, promptly deciding to ignore you as he lifts your shirt over your head. You sigh in defeat (though you never really put up a fight anyway), groaning as your shirt goes flying, followed by your bra, and he canβt help the smirk of victory that spreads across his face.
βYouβre super annoying,β you tell him seriously.Β
βYeah, yeah,β he snorts. βAnd youβre a fuckinβ idiot. Wanna exchange some more facts while weβre at it?β
Itβs summer. Katsuki enjoys summer. He likes the warm weather, the extra time you have on your hands, and the way the two of you can spend a few days somewhere nice and far away from everything. You donβt bring along papers to grade. He doesnβt check his emails during the rare paid time off heβs taken. His paychecks finally come in handy for a nice, well-accommodating hotel room. No one interrupts when he wants you to himself.
Thereβs no reason not to love summer. Katsuki looks forward to it every year. He fights long, bothersome fights with villains and delinquents out there through the cold winters and tells himself that if he works hard now, heβll enjoy the fruits of his labor when the warm weather rolls around. Itβs the only thing that gets him through long days at the agency, or the stupid interviews and social bullshit that his publicist forces him through.Β
All of it endured for this. This singular, peaceful week and a half with you by his side, enjoying his life without any other nonsense for once.
Katsuki likes summerβand heβs gonna like it a hell of a lot more when he puts a shiny ring on your finger when you say yes to being his wife in just a little bit.
βHere,β you hand him your body wash, βif youβre going to waste my freshly applied skincare, you better make it worth my while. You do the work.β
βNot a problemβanything for my lazy fuckinβ sunshine. You deserve to be pampered,β he agrees smoothly, chuckling when you throw your loofa at his chest.Β
βLazy?β
βSβwhat I said,β he hums easily. βGlad to know your ears still work.β
βYou take that back, you assholeβmmph!β
He cuts you off with a kiss. Itβs a good fucking kiss, he thinks. Warm water is cascading down his back, youβre in his arms and pressed against his chest, your arms are looping around his neck, thereβs a scenic ocean view from the small one-way window next to both of you, and your nails do that thing that he loves with the hair at the nape of his neck. This is all that he wants.Β
Katsuki can get used to a life like thisβin fact, he already is used to a life like this. Ever since you moved in with him two years, three months, and twelve days ago (not that heβs been counting), heβs spent every morning waking up and moving through his routine with you woven into it.Β
You in his bathroom, your toothbrush tucked beside his. You at his table while he slides breakfast onto your plate. You in his kitchen, wearing your stupid little apron while you cook as he comes home roughed up after patrol. You on his couch after dinner, legs tucked beneath you as you grade assignments. You in his bed, dragging the blanket he kicked off right back over the two of you while you shiver and complain.
Katsuki is used to this life. He fucking loves it, even. He wants it for the rest of his days. He wants you tangled up in his space, threading yourself through every corner of his existence, and he wants the comfort of knowing the next day will look the same.
So heβs going to marry you. Heβs got it all figured out.
Raccoon Eyes helped him pick the ringβitβs exactly what youβd want, according to her. Apparently, she has access to the Pinterest board youβve had for years. Ponytail Girl took you to get your nails doneβsomething pretty and dainty and perfect for the photos. He was strictly warned not to propose unless your cuticles were in flawless condition. Pink Cheeks dragged you out to pick up a few new outfits, as if you didnβt already have enough clothes. Still, if Katsuki gets to see you in something new, heβs not about to complain. Flat-Face and Shitty-Hair even looked over his speech.
Well. Itβs as close to a speech as heβs going to get. Katsuki doesnβt do stupid, sappy bullshit the way people insist he should. It wouldnβt be him. Heβs going to tell you what matters off the top of his headβthe things heβd never forget. Heβs going to tell you that he loves you, and heβs not going to stop. That heβs going to take care of you no matter what. That youβre the only person on this planet who doesnβt drive him up a wall. That youβre worth keeping, worth never letting go of, so you better get used to it and just marry him already.
But since Kirishima insists that Katsuki at least go over the main points first, he sends the idiot a few bulleted outlines just to get him off his back.
More people than Katsuki would prefer already know that this is going to happen. It was supposed to be just Kirishima and Mina, and that was it. Kirishima simply becauseβwell, the annoying bastard is decent enough at advice when it comes to this kind of thing, so Katsuki allows it. Mina simply because he needed someone to approve the ring, and he sure as hell wasnβt going shopping with his hag of a mother.
But the pink-haired fucking gossip ends up running her mouth, and suddenly, everyone comes to him with an opinion of their own.
Sheβll be mortified if you let her get engaged with bare nails!Β
You canβt let her repeat an outfit for the pictures. They have to be special!
Kirishima says youβre gonna wing your proposal??? Cβmon, man, you have to plan what youβre going to say, you gotta make this good!
Katsuki has put a lot into these plans. Took you to that resort across the globe youβve always wanted to visit, planned out your nails and outfit to match so that the pictures come out flawless, practiced the stupid speech that he didnβt need with Kirishima and Sero against his will, and heβs going to make this proposal good. Better than good. The greatest. Because thatβs what he doesβhe does things the best, and itβs going to stay that way because thatβs what you deserve.Β
The fucking best that heβs got.Β
βBaby,β you pull away from his lips, holding a hand to stop him when he leans back in for more. He grumbles when you do, displeased, and you laugh as you murmur, βAs much as I would love to shower with you forever, we have places to be.β
βYeah, and we got all day to be places,β he insists, hands wandering past your bare hips, grabbing a handful of your ass, and squeezing.Β
βYou said weβd explore,β you whine, βand I wanna do it before all the other people get there and busy everything up!β
βIβll shove βem out the way,β he offers, grinning when you giggle.Β
βMaybe some other time,β you snort, βmaybe when youβre not in Japanβs top ten hero rankings and always land on the news. Then, maybe, Iβll entertain that lovely idea of yours.β
βNever let me have any fun,β he complains playfully, grinning as he leans back in to kiss you again. You kiss him back, and fuckβKatsuki wants to be here forever. He never wants summer to end, and he wants this for the rest of his damn days.Β
He almost wonders if retiring this young is a plausible option for him when you slip your tongue into his mouth and run it against his.Β
His cock is half hard alreadyβhe can feel the way it presses against you, and you move your thigh, bringing it up to rub against him and make him groan. He rolls his hips for a moment, grinding against your skin as he grows to full hardness. He doesnβt have to touch you to know that youβre dripping between your legs, not because of the shower but because of him. And he takes a little bit of pride in that. In knowing that just him and his lips on yours is enough to turn you into a pliant, needy mess in his arms.Β
βKatsuki,β you try to warn.Β
βJusβ let me have my fun,β he smirks, βyou know you want it. We have time.β
βββββ
The shower takes a bit longer than expected. But not too longβyou and Katsuki are still on schedule for the day heβs planned, so heβs not worried.Β
Youβre still in the bathroom getting ready when Katsuki is getting dressed. He grins to himself at the thought of you doing your makeup and dolling yourself up just for him. Heβs going to kiss you senseless with that lip gloss of yours smeared all over his mouth once you let him slide the ring he picked onto your finger.
He reaches into the pocket of the last pair of pants he wore to grab the small box that currently holds the most valuable thing he owns. His old hag of a mother nagged him not to keep it on him like thatβthat heβd lose it, or accidentally expose it, or absentmindedly throw it through the wash. He doesnβt listen, of course. Mainly because he never listens to the hag, but also because he refuses to keep that ring anywhere but within reach of his own two hands. He needs to know itβs there at all times or heβll lose his damn mind.
So, like he always does, he grabs yesterdayβs pants and reaches into the right pocket, ready to move the familiar velvet box into the pocket of the pair heβs wearing now.
Except when he reaches in, the pocket is empty. He stills. His pocket is fucking empty.Β
No, it isnβt, he thinks, trying to keep a level headβitβs in there. Of course, it is. Thereβs nowhere else itβll be, so he just needs to check again. His fingers sweep through the pocket again, slower this time, then harder, pressing into the seams as if the box might be tucked into some hidden corner of fabric. Some secret pocket within his pocket that was always there, and he just never noticed.Β
Nothing. Absolutely nothing.Β
Katsuki curses under his breath and checks the left pocket. Then the back pockets. Then he turns every single pocket heβs got inside out. Then he gives the pants a sharp, thorough shake like his life depends on it.
Nothing. Still absolutely fucking nothing.
From the bathroom, youβre still humming softly to yourself, the faucet running for a moment before clicking off. Your makeup bag zips open, then shut. Youβre completely, blissfully unaware of his growing dilemma.Β
His pulse spikes so hard it feels like thereβs an explosion behind his ribs.
No. No, no, no. He had it. He confidently knows he had it. Last night, before bed, he checked for itβjust like he always checks for it. He remembers the shape of the box against his palm. Remembers putting the pants over the chair. Did he take it out? No. He wouldnβt do that. Would he? Did he? He canβt think straight, his mind a busy swarm of worst-case scenarios and nightmare possibilities.Β
βBabe?β you call through the bathroom door. βIs my lip gloss in my purse? Can you check? I donβt think itβs in my bag.β
Shit. The last thing he needs right now is you coming out while he searches for this fucking ring that he knows he had in this room as of last night before bed. Where the hell could it have gone within the few hours he slept? Itβs a ring. Sure, weird and unnatural things happenβhe causes explosions at will with his palms, for crying out loud, but itβs a damn ring. Weird and unnatural enough things do not happen that his ring could have grown legs and run off.Β
βNo!β The answer comes out far too loud. He cringes when he hears his own voice and clears his throat. βNo, baby, sβnot here. Keep lookinβ.β
Silence for a beat. Then, βUm...okay?β
Katsuki drops to the floor and looks under the bed. Nothing but dust and an old pair of slippers from previous guests. He checks beneath the chair, under the dresser, behind the nightstand. He yanks the sheets half off the mattress, searching for the familiar sight of velvet that he knows deep in his heart is not going to be there, lying between wrinkled sheets.
But he checks anyway, and sure enough, nothing. His breathing turns shallow.
βBabe, I found my lip gloss,β you call, βright under my nose, too. It was in the bag that I was looking. I think Iβm going crazy.β
βThatβs good, baby,β he says, not paying proper attention, βyou wear that gloss.β
If only he could find what heβs looking for, tooβhe really will go crazy if he doesnβt.Β
Maybe it fell in the suitcase. That has to be itβright? He lunges for the luggage, unzipping it so fast that the zipper almost rips right off from his force. Clothes get flung over his shoulder in frantic handfulsβshirts, pants, socks, boxers, toiletries, charger cords. Still no box. From the bathroom comes the pop of a makeup compact closing. Youβre still humming, still taking your sweet time as you get ready, and he really hopes that youβll take a long fucking time today. Heβll never, ever complain about you taking long ever again if you just take as much time as you need today, of all days, when he needs you to, for once. He needs you to continue having no clue that the single most important object in his life has apparently vanished into thin air.
Katsuki straightens, hands flying to his chest as he tries to force air into his lungs.Β
Think, moron, he says to himself in his head. He had it yesterday. He fucking knows he had it yesterday. He paid for lunch and felt it in his pocket after. He felt for it in the elevator on your way back to your room. He felt for it before bed. He always checks every chance he gets.
So it has to be here. It has to be.
It has to be, because if he somehow lost the ring meant for youβthe same ring he spent months choosing, the same ring heβs supposed to slide onto your finger todayβhe might actually tear this entire hotel room apart with his bare hands, floor by floor, room by room, until he finds whatβs his.
βKatsuki?β you call again, a little concerned this time as you hear him rummage around. βYou okay out there?β
He stares at the disaster zone already forming around him, jaw clenched so tight it aches.
βFine, sweetheart,β he forces out. βJust couldnβt find my watch, sβall.β Then he drops to his knees and starts searching the floor all over again.
βLost something too, huh? Feels like everythingβs going missing today,β you laugh from the bathroom.Β
No kidding, he almost says. And then, because apparently the universe needs to hate him more than it already does, the bathroom door clicks open.
Katsukiβs head snaps up so fast he nearly gives himself whiplash.
You step out looking beautifulβyou are so, so painfully beautiful. You and your pretty new outfit with those pretty little nails and those pretty lips that are glossy exactly the way heβd imagined theyβd be when heβd get to kiss them. You look so perfect, so ready to be asked to be his wifeβand yet, here he is. No ring, and his plans all but turned upside down.
Your gaze drifts over the room heβs practically destroyed, glancing at the overturned suitcase, the sheets half-hanging off the bed, the clothes strewn across the mattress, the pockets of his pants from last night inside out, the drawers wide open, and Katsuki crouched on the floor near the nightstand with his expression looking like he is one second away from going unconscious.
You blink once. Then twice. Then you walk over to him.
βOh no,β you say, frowning, βyou still didnβt find your watch?β
He rises to his feet so quickly that it almost makes his head spin. βNah. Got it.β
βAre you sure?β
βYup. Nothing to worry about.β
Your eyes narrow in suspicion. βThen why were you on the floor?β
βI was stretching.β
βKatsuki.β
βJust warminβ up and getting my blood flowingβwhatβs so weird about that?β
βWarming up for what, exactly?β
βFor the day,β he says, giving you his best face that says, isnβt it obvious? Like you asked a stupid question, and youβre the one whoβs being weird.Β
You stare at him for a long, silent moment, then glance down at his empty wrist that most definitely doesnβt have the watch he claims to have found. He wants to kick himselfβyouβre seeing right through his frantic lie.Β
βOkayβ¦β you say slowly, βso then why arenβt you wearing your watch if you found it, Katsuki?β
His eye twitches, and his jaw grits, and he just really wants to go home if heβs being honest. Summer is over. Itβs ruined. Thereβs no going back from this, so he might as well just give up for now. Heβll try again next yearβheβll be more prepared and listen to his old hag of a mother for once and swallow his pride to admit she was right. All he wants to do is just go home and sleep for a week and forget this whole thing ever happened.Β
βYou sure are askin' a lotta questions this morning,β he says tightly.
You take a few slow steps toward him, studying his face. He knows he looks awfulβthat youβll see right through him and his cracking composure. His jaw is tight. Thereβs a faint sheen of sweat at his temples. His breathing is just slightly off. Heβs avoiding looking directly at you, which alone is enough to tell you something is deeply wrong. And you know him better than anyone. Usually, heβs grateful for itβbut sometimes, at times like this, he couldnβt hate it more.Β
You see right through him.Β
βKatsuki.β Your voice softens. βWhat happened?β
βNothing fucking happened. Who said anything happened?β
βSomething definitely happened.β
βNothing happened,β he repeats, firmer this time. βIβm fine. Roomβs gonna be fineβroom serviceβll clean it. Everythingβs fine. Weβre leavinβ in five.β
βDonβt lie to me,β you argue, giving him a rather defiant look. He knows that lookβthat look thatβs as stubborn as he is himself. Youβre not going to drop this.Β
βIβm not lyingββ
βYou are. Bakugou Katsuki, donβt take me for a fool, you hear? Iβm not an idiot, so just tell me whatβs going on, or Iβm not leaving this hotel room.β
He rubs a hand down his face and turns away from you before you can see the panic written all over him. The despair. The heartbreak, trulyβheβs absolutely devastated. If he leaves this vacation without the certainty that youβre going to be his wife, he thinks he might not even live long enough to make it to next summer so that he can try again. Heβll die of heart failure before then.
And it has to be summer. He refuses to go back home and squeeze some proposal into a random weekend just for the hell of it. It has to be perfect. It has to be meticulously planned. It has to be your favorite season, with the best plans and flawless execution. It has to be everything you deserve and more. It has to happen when the two of you can actually celebrate it togetherβnot spend one night happy only to be thrown right back into your whirlwind lives the next morning with patrol this and extra lessons that.
And he was so closeβso fucking close to making it happen.Β
Youβre here, youβre dressed, youβre absolutely perfect, and youβre ready to go. But he doesnβt have the ring. How could he be so useless that he couldnβt even keep a single ring safe?Β
This is the most helpless heβs ever feltβthe moment heβs been planning for months is slipping right through his fingers like sand. The reservation he made. The beach spot he picked out. The speech he definitely did not need and definitely did not rehearse in the shower like a fucking loser. Every part of today has been planned down to the second, and now he canβt even follow his perfect plan because he doesnβt have the one thing that matters.
You know him well, and just like he figured you would, youβve pieced together that something is seriously wrong as you move closer, voice gentler now. βHey. Kats, look at me.β
He doesnβt turn, doesnβt say anything. Your hand grabs his and tugs him towards you as you hug him from behind, rubbing up and down his abdomen in that soothing way that you always do. He melts against his will.Β
βKatsuki. Baby.β
He slumps back and sighs.βWhat?β
βYouβre scaring me a little.β
That makes him deflate even more. βDonβt be scared. Sβnothing to worry over.β
βWell, I always worry over you, and I especially worry when you leave our hotel room a disaster scene,β you poke his belly.Β
He still says nothing.
Your voice softens impossibly more. βBaby...just tell me whatβs wrong. We can figure it out togetherβIβll buy you a new watch if thatβs what youβre sad over. Itβs a watch! I know you liked it, but heyβmaterial possessions are temporary, okay?β
βSβnot the watch,β he mumbles.
βThen what is it? Tell me.β
For a fleeting second, he almost does. He almost tells you and just gets it off his chest, almost blurts the whole thing out, almost says: I lost your ring. I lost the ring I was gonna propose with, and I ruined everything. Youβd know what to do. Youβd make it better. Youβd fix it like you always do. But he doesnβt want you to fix itβhe wants to make things good for you, for once. Youβre always fixing his fucking mistakes. Always dealing with his disasters and dealing with his nonsense. Katsuki knows heβs not easy to deal with. He knows youβre a saint for putting up with him. So he sighs, ready to swallow down the words, tell you everything is fine, and make sure you have a good time tonightβand for the rest of this trip, too, for that matter.Β
βSβnothing, okay? Cβmon, we have a good time ahead of usβIβm one hell of a planner, baby,β he says as he turns, pulls you into his arms, throws on his best smug grin, and kisses your forehead.Β
βββββ
Katsuki is lying to you.Β
You know that he is. When you come out of the bathroom and see your hotel room an absolute mess, you know something weird is up. Katsuki hates messesβhates when something is out of place for longer than five minutes. He grumbles about your stray hoodies thrown about the apartment and the way you have so many pillows on the bed just to toss them to the floor when you get ready to sleep. He huffs when you donβt clean as you cook and save everything for the end, messing up the kitchen to make one meal. He gives you a flat look when you have empty coffee cups in the cup holders of your car and throws them all away himself with an exasperated shake of his head.Β
Katsuki hates messes. Heβs not messing up your room, then leaving it a mess without cleaning up unless somethingβs wrong. Seriously wrong.
But he wonβt tell you. You know he wonβt tell you until he decides that he can, and sometimes, he might even decide that it will never happen. Getting Katsuki to tell you anything before he decides to is like pulling teethβexcept youβve never met such a stubborn fucking tooth that wonβt budge.Β
When he tells you, Sβnothing, okay?, and turns around to give you a kiss on your forehead as if that will just make you forget, youβre mildly insulted. But heβs on vacation, tooβheβs on the rare time off that he lets himself take once a year for a week and a half at most, and you want it to be good for him. Need it to be good for him. You need him to have a good time and enjoy himself because summer, with you, is the one time he lets himself be selfish and do what he wants. He ignores phone calls and emails, and he even sleeps in after staying up late.Β
You know heβs lying, but you decide if that will keep him happy, if just for a week and a half, then youβll let him lie and hide the truth and forget about whatever it is thatβs got him so panicked.Β
βYouβre sure itβs nothing?β You kiss his jaw.Β
He relaxes, shoulders slumping as you drop it. βYeah, Iβm sure. Now letβs go. You look hot, by the wayβmβgonna rip that skirt right offβa you when we get back.β
βDonβt even think about it,β you huff, βOchako spent a long time planning this outfit. Sheβll be so sad if it doesnβt make it back.β
Ochako has never been so particular about your outfits beforeβyouβve never shopped with her at such fancy stores, either. She is never one to spend money on excessively expensive things, but for some unknown reason, sheβd insisted that your dream vacation spot requires just as dreamy of a wardrobe, and you let her entertain her whims. A part of you wonders if itβs because sheβd never dare take herself on such a nice trip or wear such nice clothes even if her paycheck now more than allows it of her, so you let it happen for the sake of allowing your friend to indulge a little, even if itβs not for herself.Β
Katsuki huffs out a rather strained chuckle at your comment. βLeave it to Pink Cheeks to ruin my fuckinβ fun,β he grumbles. But heβs distracted. You can tell. βShe hangs out with that nerd too much.β
Youβre just about to correct him for what feels like the millionth time over the yearsβtheir names are Ochaco and Izuku, Katsuki. Youβve known them long enough to get it right by now.Β
But then your eyes focus on the floor behind him at something. Your blood runs cold when you squint and get a better lookβbecause if youβre not mistaken, and youβre pretty sure you arenβt, youβre looking directly at a tiny velvet box half-hidden beneath the edge of the dresser.
Your eyes flick from the box to the inside-out pockets on the pants that lay about. To the overturned suitcase. To the half-stripped bed. To the sweat at his temples. To the look in his eyes that feels like the world is ending over something he refuses to tell you about. And then back to the small velvet box peeking out from beneath the dresser.Β
You have a sick feeling you know exactly whatβs in the boxβand suddenly, it all feels soβ¦so obvious. How did you ever miss it? The way Yaomomo insisted on getting your nails done together. How she insisted on picking for you what to get, on matching your nails to hersβoh please, letβs just match this once together! The way Mina seemed so interested in your rings, trying them on as she rummaged through your jewelry and asked, oh my gosh, I think weβre the same sizeβ¦whatβs your ring size? The way Ochako grabbed your hands and stared at your nails as sheβd complimented them with such satisfaction before planning your outfit accordinglyβyou have to have at least one fancy outfit for the trip, donβt you think?
Everything clicks into place so suddenly, it almost leaves you breathless.
The way heβs so panicked. The way he tore your room upside down. The way, even before all of that, he insisted on this trip being so carefully planned.Β
Ohβit hits you all at once. Oh.Β
Your heart gives one hard, dizzying thud against your chest. Then it starts pounding so loudly, your ears feel like theyβre ringing.Β
Katsuki is talking, saying something about how you need to grab a jacket and the air will be chilly when the sun sets at the beach, and heβs not going to share his like he always does this time. βHey,β he huffs, βare you even listeningββ
You step around him quietly, paying him no mind. He stops mid-sentence, brows knitting as he watches you crouch near the dresser. Your fingers reach beneath the edge of the wood and come back holding the little velvet box. And just like that, silence drops over the roomβhis words cut off mid-sentence.Β
Katsuki goes completely still.
You straighten slowly, box cradled gently in your palm like something fragile and delicate. Like the wind will blow it away if youβre not careful. Like you canβt bear to lose this one thing youβre holding. His face drains of color as it pales, and his shoulders sag as if someone cut the strings holding him upright.
For the first time since youβve known Bakugou Katsuki, for the first time in the years and years youβve loved him and seen him through every lens and angle possible, he looks utterly, completely, spectacularly defeated.
You glance at the room againβat the chaos, the evidence of a frantic search, the proof of how badly heβd been spiraling trying to find this box that heβd been carrying around for you. Then you look back at him. At your Katsukiβyour angry, grouchy, gruff Katsuki who loves you so carefully, so delicately, so effortlessly, he teaches you a whole new side of love that you never knew of.Β
Your chest aches with fondness, and your eyes feel that familiar sting at the back of them that you try to fight back.Β
You take a step closer, voice quiet as you murmur, βKats...β Another step. One more. Heβs stiff, and his jaw is clenched as he keeps his gaze fixed on the box in your hands. You lift the box slightly between you. βIs this what you were looking for?β
His eyes close as he lets out a shaky breath. A rough exhale leaves him through his nose, and youβve never quite heard him sound so helpless.Β
βYeah,β he mutters hoarsely, rubbing his temple. βIβ¦fuckβyeah, sweetheart. Thatβd be it.β
You fight back a watery smile. βIt was under the dresser.β
βI can see that.β
βI think you were too frazzled and missed it.β
βIβm painfully aware.β
βItβs okayβit happens to the best of us, baby. We all lose things.β
His eyes crack open into a glare, but thereβs no real heat behind it. βYou wanna keep rubbinβ it in or are you done?β
You canβt help itβyou laugh softly, stepping into his personal space and bringing a hand against his chest, rubbing slow circles. His heartbeat is still pounding wildly beneath your palm.
βYou were planning to propose?β
He looks away immediately. βNo. Who the fuck said thatβyou see a box and think Iβm gonna get on my knees for you? Donβt get so confidentββ
βKatsuki.β
βFuck,β he groans, throwing his head back. βCanβt you just let me have this? Fuckβyes, I was going to propose. Happy? Wanna hear my speech too, just so youβre in the loop?β
βI mean, if youβre offering,β you shrug playfully.
His head slumps forward to your shoulder as he hugs you close. Hugs you tight and close like the proximity is the only thing keeping him together. βBe quiet.β
You turn your head and kiss his temple, letting him stay like that for a few moments before stepping away. Before he can protest as you pull back, you lift his hand and place the small box carefully into it, curling his fingers around it.
βHere,β you murmur. βI found your watch.β
βWhat the fuck are you sayingββ
βPut your watch on and hurry up, weβre already twenty minutes behind schedule, and you said we have lots to do before our dinner reservation.β
You turn on your heel, stepping over the clothes on the floor like theyβre not even there. Behind you, thereβs a long stretch of silence. Then, β...You cannot be serious.β
You glance at him over your shoulder. Heβs still standing where you left him, the velvet box clenched in one hand, staring at you as if youβve grown two heads.
βWhat now?β you give him a flat look.
He gives you a look right back. βThereβs no point in actinβ like itβs still a surprise, idiot.β
You blink, looking almost convincingly confused. βWhat are you talking about?β
His eyes narrow as he scoffs. βDonβt start this shit.β
Heβs pocketing the ring, though. That dejected look on his face is gone andβ¦and you would almost dare to say heβs fighting back a grin as he walks over to you. You reach for your perfume and spritz your wrists as you hum, βIβm not starting anything. Anyway, do I look okay?β
βWoman, you canβt be real.β
βKatsuki, Iβm being very real.β You mimic right back, smiling sweetly at him as you gesture to your outfit. βHow do I look?β
He snorts, rolling his eyes. βBeautiful. You fucking know thatβyou make everyone else look hideous.β
βMaybe we donβt have to put others down when you compliment me,β you scold.
βIβm just telling it like it is,β he snickers, grabbing your wrist and pulling you flush against him as he kisses you. Hard. He kisses you, and kisses you, and kisses you. Your lips on his, your body against him, and your head cradled in his palms. You bring your hands up to bury into his unruly tufts of hair, and in a few hours, there will be a cool, metal band on one of the fingers that so regularly tangles into his hair.Β
You can hardly wait.
βYouβre wasting time,β you breathe as you pull away, lip gloss smeared against your lips and his, βNow weβre twenty-five minutes behind schedule.β
βThen move it, smartass. Weβre burninβ daylight,β he says, and when he drags you through the doors and takes you outside, when the sun hits his skin and his eyes meet yours, you think about how itβs summer. You like it when itβs summer.Β
Summer is when Katsuki is going to ask you to be his wife, and summer is when you will say yes. Summer is when youβre going to spend the rest of your life with Bakugou Katsuki.
READ THE PROPOSAL HERE!
tbh there rly isnt much smut at all in this but i tagged it just in case bc i get scared that someone who has smut tags filtered would read thru this and get to the minimal spicy scene and be mad its mistagged sdjhfshjdgf so idk. its just there just in case. idk what im doing sorry !
Riv did the proposal at least go according to plan ππΌ
SAY YES TO THE MESS βΆ FT. BAKUGOU KATSUKI
ββ βΆ BEFORE YOU READ. female reader ; established relationship ; proposals + engagement ; very cliche and very cheesy but itβs fluff. and happy. surely thatβs worth something ; not proof read ; masterlist.
read: summer love first! (not required but recommended)
Katsuki likes to think that he has a pretty solidβif not guaranteedβshot of this going well.
You know about the ring in his pocket. You literally helped him find the damn thing when he lost it in the hotel room this morning (he tries not to dwell on how fucked up that twist of fate is, or how incapable of a man he has to be to lose the one important thing of this trip right under his nose). Youβve been looking at him all day with that expectant, almost too-bright look in your eyes, like youβre just waiting for him to pop the question.
Katsuki likes to think his chances of being shot down when he gets on one knee are pretty close to zero.
And yet, he still wants the ground to swallow him whole when itβs time.
βYou know,β you hum, your shoulder bumping lightly against his as the waves roll in and out beside you, βI didnβt think you were into sappy things like beach walks by the shore and stuff.β
βYou donβt like holding my hand while the sun sets, Katsuki?β you gasp, offended, tugging like youβre trying to pull your hand free.
He tightens his grip immediately, ears flushing pink. βJust keep walking, woman.β
You laugh softly, letting him keep you right where you are.
The sun dips lower, gold and orange bleeding onto your skin as the ebb and flow of the water washes over your toes every now and then. Your fingers stay laced with his, thumb brushing absently over his knuckles like you always doβand he thinks itβs now or never.
His chest tightens.
βListen.β
You look over, eyes brightening. βYeah?β
βStop lookinβ at me like that.β
βLike what?β
βYou know what.β
βI donβt,β you say, smiling just a little.
He exhales hard through his nose. βYouβre kinda making this shit hard for me.β
βNo. I think youβre just stalling.β
βIβm not stalling.β
βYou are.β
βI said Iβm not.β
βOh yeah? Then whyβd we stop walking?β
You laugh as you ask, giving him that fond, endeared look that makes his chest hurt. (He loves you so much it hurts. Feels like his chest keeps expanding to make room for every reason why and you keep giving him more and more that he canβt fit. It makes it burst painfully every time.)
ββ¦Just shut up and listen,β he clicks his tongue, then lets go of your hand. He takes a step back, reaching into his pocket. And itβs now or never, he tells himself.
Itβs now. And itβs not going to be never if he has something to say about it. (He does.)
Your breath hitches as he pulls away, and now his heart is beating so loud he wonders if you can hear it over the ocean. God. You make him think heβs about to lose his mind.
His fingers are reaching into his pocket. The box, to his relief, is still there. Heβs still a bit traumatized by the thought of it being goneβthat much is clearly possible considering this morning. He grips it hard, takes a deep breath, and pulls it out. And before he can overthink it, before he can second guess a damn thing, he drops down onto one knee.
βKatsuki,β you breathe, tears already gathering in your eyes.
βDonβt start crying,β he mutters, opening the box. βCry after the pictures. Raccoon eyes will kill me.β
You giggleβand itβs a sweet, watery little thing. Fuck. He loves it so much. He loves you so much. He loves and loves and loves and itβs hard to do anything else when youβre there.
The ring glints in his hands, and he pauses for half a second. Katsuki likes to think he has a good chance of hearing you say yes. He knows youβll say yes. Heβs not stupid. Youβve been waiting all fucking day to be asked and heβs smart enough to see it. But you deserve something good, something thatβs the bestβand heβs already gone and fucked things over. He canβt help but wonder if he even deserves to hear yes like this, if he deserves you and your love when heβs giving you nothing but a mess andβ
βand then he looks up, and your eyes have never been brighter as theyβre glassed over like that. Itβs now or never, he decides. Mess or not.
βI had a whole plan for this,β he starts, scowling faintly. βIt was sβposed to be smootherβI didnβt account for losinβ the damn ring like a moron this morning.β
A soft, small giggle slips out of you. He huffs. βYeah, yeah, laugh it up.β
βI would never laugh,β you lie poorly.
He fights back a fond grin of his own. βYou already laughinβ, liar.β
You giggle again, smiling through tears. Itβs so beautiful, your smileβand suddenly, his own eyes almost feel likeβ¦like theyβre watering too. He fights back that stupid sting in his eyes and exhales, dragging a hand briefly over the back of his neck before steadying himself again.
βI had this plan,β he croaks.
βI know,β you whisper.
βIβm not done talking,β he huffs, pouting slightly. You close your mouth instantly, still smiling. βJusβ shut up and listen.β
You nod quickly.
βI still have this plan. Iβm gonna wake up, and youβre gonna be there. And then weβll have breakfast, and youβre gonna almost drive me fuckinβ late because you have no sense of time. And then Iβm gonna go to work and think about your dumb ass all day. And then Iβm gonna come home, and youβre gonna be there.β
Your breath trembles. His stupid eyes blur.
βThatβs my plan,β he continues. βIβm gonna wake up every day and love you. Youβre gonna be in my space, usinβ my stuff, complaining about everythingββ
You let out a shaky laugh, and the tears gathered in your eyes slip down your cheeks. He blinks his own god forsaken eyes and fights back that fucking stinging thatβs driving him nuts.
βIβm not messing up this plan. Because youβre it, okay? Youβre it for me and I love you. Iβm not going to stopβyouβre the only person I can stand all the time and you donβt drive me insaneβ¦usually. And youβre worth it. Iβm gonna take care of you no matter what, and Iβll make sure you got what you need all the time. Because I love you. And Iβm not stoppinββeverβso you get used to it.β
Youβre sobbing silently now. His voice is trembling. And now his stupid eyes are being traitorous because thereβs a tear that slips down his cheek that he scowls and scrubs away with the back of his hand quickly. You throw your head back and laugh loudly at that, and fuck. Katsuki loves you. He loves and he loves and loves.
βMarry me,β he says softly. Itβs the softest heβs ever heard himself. Itβs borderline a plea, reallyβhe might as well be begging.
But you beam, so bright and so happyβall because of him. Because of him and this mess that heβs offering you. Itβs enough to make you smile like that, and thatβs enough for him.
βI will,β you nod, βIβm gonna marry you and ruin your life for good.β
βCanβt wait,β he grumbles, rolling his eyes playfully before letting out a soft snort as he closes his eyes and adds, βfor good. Yeah?β
βFor good,β you nod.
The ring slides onβsafe and secure this timeβand Katsuki did not get shot down. You said yes. And he loves you. He loves and loves and loves and you love too.
He stands up, pulling you flush against him, closer than close as he cups your face and cradles it while his mouth presses against yours. That lip gloss he likes on you is smearing onto his lips and heβs pretty sure he just swallowed down your tears (definitely not his own) as he kisses you hard.
βI love you, too, by the way,β you whisper between rushed, desperate kisses. βLove you so much.β
βGood. You better,β he mumbles back.
Katsuki likes to think that his shot at a good future with you is pretty solid. Heβs a mess, and you still didnβt say no. Things are looking pretty great for him.
Truly have not a clue how to write proposal speeches I have actually never pictured myself having to do that. My assumption was always that I would be on the receiving end of a proposal speech so this is not in my field of expertise. But we ball LOL
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deadass can see katsuki being cranky whenever he wakes up that's why kiri not wanting to move the slightest (+ he also thinks he's so cute falling asleep on him and wanting to cherish the proximity) EHHEEHEEHHEE GIGGLING
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lowkeniunely thinking abt if u hug kiri out of nowhere, he'd be the type to look at u, surprised by the gesture at first, then he'd sweep u off your feet to give u a BIGGER hug
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