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bakugou x fem!reader
🎷🥕🍹🚬-c/w: Fluff, sensual, breakup, (all characters are AGED), comfort, angst.
synopsis: a vulnerable protagonist, a mysterious visitor, and the contrast between heartbreak and unexpected comfort.
a/n: hey yall! i know its been awhile. college is at its wits end with me and i am with it! I will be going on vacation after all my studying and finals so I won't have much time to write until I come back in the middle of June. But just know ive been thinking about yall <3
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"Shit, the pizza is here."
You wiped your damp face from the tears that were dropping from your weeping eyes. Looking at the phone one last time, your ex—Denki Kaminari new instagram post with his new girlfriend, he left you for. The click of your phone turning off echos as the door breaks your daydreaming of broken memories.
The door slowly creeps open and the smell of freshly baked pepperoni and melted cheese hits your nose and gives you a faint smile. As you scan your eyes upward of the tall figure to meet his ruby orbs. He squinted at you, noticing your drooping composure and red, puffy eyes.
"Hey. Here's your pizza. The total is $12."
The dampened end of your sweater accidentally meets his wrists while taking the pizza from his presence. A quiet sigh escapes his mouth as if he just put the pieces of a puzzle together. You look up dazed and out of it.
You hold your breath for a second, wondering if it's worth answering or if you even knew the answer yourself. Shifting your gaze lower to the ground, you notice snuffed out fire marks on his black stiff pants.
He looks nervously anticipating for you to fangirl over him. In his head: The Katsuki Bakugou stands at your door, delivering your pizza that he kept warm by the palms of his hands. Taken aback by the lack of your reaction, tilting his head at an angle, you watch the wisps of spikes golden hair follow in the wind. However, you blink rapidly to clear your hazy vision. Reaching for the door knob to try to steady wobbling in place. In a flash, your body becomes limb but before you blackout you hear a shout.
Stunned awake by a cold towel placed on your forehead. You take a deep inhale trying to regulate your brain. Trying to sit up you are halted by a stern voice.
You look around you trying to guess how long you were out but instead you give up. Turning to the voice, you catch the pizza delivery guy bring you two slices of pizza and a cold drink. You give a weak smile as you reach to fulfill your starving belly.
"Thank you..Its been 2 days since I've eaten anything."
"Tch- why would you do that dumbass. You could have seriously hurt yoursel-"
A loud ring interrupts his concerns, it erupts from your phone and slightly shifts on the table from the vibration. Your eyes advert from the mysterious delivery man to your phone that displays Denki is calling you and your body momentarily freezes.
Your eyes gloss over as you try to stop tears from meeting your cheeks.
"Denki? How the hell do you know Denki?"
"Well uhh- he's stupid ex boyfriend cheated on me with my best friend and I only found out because I moved out here to surprise him and saw them.."
The silence controls the environment. You reflect over the past weeks, from catching your slimy ex to waking up to a spiky blonde hair man nursing you back to health.
"Tch. Stop crying over dipshits like them." His crimson eyes narrowed. "Don't let dumbasses pull at your heartstrings."
Heat rushed to your cheeks. You looked away, suddenly finding the label on the wine bottle fascinating.
Needing a distraction, you pushed yourself off the couch and headed for the kitchen. Ignoring his annoyed grunt, you opened a lower cabinet and grabbed two glasses.
"Sit down before you pass out again, idiot."
"That's what you said before you face-planted."
You rolled your eyes and pulled the cork from a bottle of wine. The soft pop echoed through the apartment.
As you poured, your gaze drifted to the dark scorch marks climbing the side of his pants.
"Are you okay?" you asked, handing him a glass. "I noticed those burn marks earlier."
That answer only raised more questions.
You settled beside him on the couch and turned slightly in his direction.
"What kind of delivery job has you walking around looking like you escaped a fire?"
A laugh slipped from your lips.
For the first time all evening, the corner of his mouth twitched.
"You're terrible at explaining things."
Another giggle escaped you, aided by the wine.
He watched the way your shoulders relaxed, the way your laughter sounded lighter than it had an hour ago.
For someone who'd been crying over an idiot all day, you had a surprisingly nice smile.
The thought caught him off guard.
"So, handsome..." You swirled the wine in your glass. "Do you have a name, or should I keep calling you Pizza Guy?"
Leaning into his kiss, you found yourself drawn to the mystery that always seemed to surround him. His hands settled against your back, pulling you closer until there was barely any space left between you.
"Katsuki..." His name slipped from your lips in a breathless whisper.
Your fingers threaded through his hair as he rested his forehead against yours. The world beyond the room seemed to disappear, leaving only the warmth of his touch and the steady beat of your heart.
For a moment, neither of you spoke.
His crimson eyes searched yours, softer than you'd ever seen them.
"You sure about this?" he asked quietly.
You nodded, unable to keep the smile from your face.
"Yeah," you whispered. "I'm sure."
One corner of his mouth lifted into a rare, genuine smile before he pulled you close again.
Katsuki's hand settled against your waist, drawing you closer until the rest of the room seemed to fade away.
The air between you felt charged, every glance and brush of skin carrying more weight than words ever could.
"You keep looking at me like that," he murmured.
A rare smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"Like you've already got me figured out."
You laughed softly, your fingers tracing the collar of his shirt.
His eyes held yours for a long moment, the teasing confidence in them giving way to something gentler. The silence wasn't awkward. It was comfortable, warm, and impossibly close.
"You're trouble," he said.
"And yet you're still here."
"Yeah," he replied quietly. "I am."
