#fluffyimagines

This time you weren't banned from the café you choose.That had been officially cleared as your first date. 

But as you descended down the escalator, You frowned in worry, thoughts of your fight reemerging to haunt your mind. You were worried about what was to happen when you stepped off the escalator. Not to mention what would happen when you met him down in the square. 

You were not traditionally hotheaded, not really. You were competitive surely, but not sore winner or loser, which meant that no matter how much Bakugo and you bickered, you guys always had an unspoken agreement that you it was just bickering, and no matter what happened it wasn't serious enough to make a whole argument. There wasn't any arguing with the blushy, playful little competitive fights that you and him had, not when a simple kiss could solve the competitive little games you played. But this was different, this wasn't a playful argument. 

No. This was a screaming match, the both of you hadn't slept well, and even though you usually stayed quiet when both of you were annoyed, avoided being quippy to each other, and usually it would be pleasant, full of rants and scheming of revenge. You had no idea what had happened that night, as you both had been living together for a half a year now, and there had been little problems within the apartment. 

You groaned, rubbing your eyes to adjust, hoping to shake off some of this stress with a run with an active quirk, hopefully burning away at your anxiety. You did not even remember what you had been arguing about, it had spiraled so quick, out of hand within minutes. What was it…? 

Had he blown the wall once more? No, you don't remember yelling through rubble or smoke.

You hadn't been petty with your quirk either. You had racked your brain all throughout your flight, you had been distracted during patrols, distracted through your routine and had been thoroughly lectured by Aizawa, who was the one to request you fly to train with him. 

You sighed, remembering the words Eraserhead had hissed at you. 

“Your distracted mind is not helping anybody. Go home if you aren't here to be serious.”

You grit your teeth. Damnit Katsuki.  

Had you been sent home early? Yes.

Had you been annoyed at your boyfriend throughout the few days you had been there? Fucking absolutely. 

But were you scared he wouldn't show up to pick you up from the airport? 

… 

The thought had been burned in the front of your mind the entire time you were away. 

It had been a little tradition between you two. You picked him up when he had traveled, and he would buy you merchandise of your or his from wherever he was, and you always picked him up traditional food from the place you had been. But now, from what you both said that horrible night… 

“Fuck off Katsuki! I don't want to talk right now.” You had growled, and his scowl deepened. 

“No. I want to hear what you have to say. You can’t fucking tell me off and then turn around and leave with no goddamn explanation.” 

You wanted to cry. You had been wrong in that action, you should have talked it through with him. You shouldn't have been so fucking thick headed. God… 

“Yes, I can.” You had sneered, as he stood up tall, and marched over to you. “What are you my fuckin’ boss? Get off your high horse. I will leave whenever I fucking want.” 

“You can't leave.” He had watched you ruffle around for your bag, which you had packed for the trip with Aizawa. You had suddenly felt like going a day early. “Oi! Are you fucking joking? There’s nowhere for you to go!” 

He had rushed and grabbed your wrist, pulling you back away from the door. You snapped back to meet his gaze. Snatching your arm away from his calloused hands. He cursed underneath his breath, at your heated glare. “Fucking hell, Don't storm off like a fucking child.” 

Your eyes had met his own crimson red gaze. “Watch me.”

You had been wrong. You had been a child. Despite your pride, it was nothing like the amount of guilt and sadness you had felt throughout your work trip. You had cried, and waited a day until you called him. You hadn't even slept through the night, and called him the minute the clock struck midnight. 

He did not answer. 

It crushed you. 

You had left him a voice message in the morning, apologizing. After your work had ended, you were miserably exhausted; You hadn't wasted a breath, and had called again. The next day, the day after that, and morning and night. Finally before you got onto your flight home.

Shinso hadn't been necessarily comforting and warm, though he did help you sleep when your mind simply couldn't. 

Running your hand through your hair, you finally walked off the escalator. You looked around, hands tightening around your bag in anxiety. Your heart raced in your chest, a breath stuck in your throat, that you couldn't seem to let go of. You finally spotted a giant cardboard sign with a familiar word, even though it wasn't your name. 

In bedazzled lettering, the large letters spelled out, ‘NERD’

Your heart skipped a beat when you saw the blonde spikey hair that belonged to your boyfriend, you could feel his beautifully scary red eyes burning into you as you walked up to him. Head down with your gaze averted away in shame. You stood in front of him for a few seconds, in silence. You looked up to meet his eyes. Nervous of what you’d see.

He wasn't glaring at you, which made you even more nervous. He was calm. His face was nonchalant, which was not regular for Katsuki. He eyed you, but didn't speak. You bit your lip, trying to force the tears out of your eyes.

You didn't want to cause a scene, but you had been terrified to find out he had not come for you. But he was here, he was waiting for you, he was waiting for you despite what you had done. 

He didn't say anything, and you made the first move. You grabbed his sign and threw it to the side. 

“O--!” He didn't get a shot at exclaiming as you threw yourself at his warm body, throwing your arms around his neck and pulling him into your arms. You couldn't help bursting into tears the moment your face was hidden by his broad shoulders. Mumbling a string of apologies. 

You were terrified he wasn't going to be here. 

You were terrified he wasn't going to be home. 

“I am so glad you're here,” You whispered, and he stilled. You didn't notice that he froze upon your words. Then his arms pulled you tighter, when he realized what you meant. 

“The fuck do you mean?” His raspy voice sounded aggressive, even though you knew he wasn't being so. He was rarely quiet, unless he was thinking, which was more terrifying than his shouts.You know he was being causal on purpose, attempting to console you.You hated tears. You hated crying. Which is why he had only pulled you tighter in his grasp. 

He understood exactly how angry you would be with crying, especially outside. 

He no doubt understood you putting your pride aside. 

He pulled you away but before you could say anything, he grasped your jaw and pulled your face close to his, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. Pulling away, he scowled at you, just in his own Katsuki like fashion. “Are you an idiot? Of course I am here.”

You laughed a little, despite your tears. 

He placed a kiss on your forehead. But then whispered, “Fucking dumbass.” 

Lovely nickname, for sure. You rolled your eyes at him and playfully smacked your chest, but you only snuggled deeper into his warm chest. 

Ofcourse, however, Katsuki wasn't one for romantic moments in public. He looked down at you, with his arms still around your waist. He smirked, “You look like shit.”

You stared blankly at him. “I am giving your present to Midorya.” 

“Like fuck you will.” You grinned at his boyish competitiveness. He shook his head, and glared at you. You stared straight into his eyes and attempted to pull away to start walking off to your car. However, he did not let go, instead he pulled you close again, pushing your head into the valley of his neck, forcing you onto your tiptoes. 

He scoffed, and you could feel him inhale your scent, sighing in relief. “I am not done with this hug yet.”