βΛΰΏ α΄α΄α΄κ±α΄α΄Ιͺ Κα΄α΄α΄Ι’α΄α΄ + α΄α΄α΄ α΄ ΚΙͺΙ΄Ι’. β©Λβ
β§ hey hii heyyy! first time i have the courage to post a drabble i wrote... plz have mercy
β§ pure fluff, bakugou is a bit ooc, reader is gn!
As expected of the great explosion murder god, he insists on always holding you. The stubborn boy will literally wrestle you until you are both lying down, his arms around you, chin on top of your head.
That being a short sum up of how cuddling usually went with your boyfriendβ¦ until the moment heβd shockingly, begrudgingly agreed to being held.
βFine.β He muttered, almost spat out. βJust this once.β
Safe to say it was not just that once.
Katsuki would rather walk barefoot on glass particles before heβd admit just how much he adores being held by you.
He adores hates! how safe and even small it makes him feel. Lying on your chest as you gently card your fingers trough his hair with one hand, slowly rubbing his back with the other. The soothing rise and fall of your chest, the comforting, steady sound of your heartbeat. Not to mention the occasional soft kisses you plant to the top of his head, sometimes accompanied by whispered sweet nothings.
And although flustered, Katsuki will demand this treatment every night. Wordlessly however.
Unless you initiate holding him, heβs crossing his arms, tossing and turning next to you, purposefully loudly sighing until youβd just get the damn hint and pull him into your arms. (You already know what he wants. Heβs just too cute all huffy, stubborn as usual.)
Itβs unspokenly become your guysβ little secret - the most important part of your nightly routine. You holding him, him being held by you.
You, who he loves so much, heβd let all his walls break down for.
A fact youβre very blissfully aware of, so youβd happily spend the rest of your nights holding your pretty blonde in your arms.
