CLINGY!
— established relationship, fluff, short
you’re bakugou katsuki’s first girlfriend, first relationship, first anything romantic ever.
one evening while you guys are just laying together on his sofa, arm around your shoulders watching a movie, he asks randomly, “d’you think i’m clingy?”
he doesn’t really have a frame of reference since he’s never been in a relationship before. does he text you too much? ask to hang out too much? he does always find a way to touch you now you both are official.
you carelessly shrug, biting down on a cookie, “sorta. but i like it, it’s cute.”
bakugou stares, mouth gaped at the tv not consuming anything. he didn’t think he actually was, didn’t think you’d so easily just say he is? and he’s got so many questions to ask you, that he just lands on a screeching, “how!?”
you’re munching away, looking up at him like this is a normal conversation and hasn’t changed bakugou’s entire outlook on your relationship.
“well, when i’m with you, you never let me out of your sight for a second. when we were at izuku’s i went to the bathroom and just as i sat down you sneaked in behind me.”
“why didn’t you lock the door then?” he grunts.
“because i knew you’d follow me!”
bakugou sighs as if pained, “what else?”
“okay so following me everywhere, you would hang out daily with me if i could. have me waiting in your apartment for you to come home. also you call just to ask me things that could be texted.”
bakugou slowly breathes out his nose. an innocent little whisper, “just feel like hearin’ your voice during the day.”
seeing how noticeably troubled he is you sit up to face him properly, “i never said this is a bad thing, dummy. i love it like i love you. it’s cute you can’t live without me.”
“and?”
your grin covers your entire face, “you’re also always touching me somehow. you’re like equally not into pda but into it at the same time. linking our fingers in public, hand on my back. always have your hand on my thigh if we’re sitting or you drag me onto your lap. your head on my shoulder, you do that one a lot.”
you’re laughing at him now. remembering comments his friends would make to you. that they’ve never seen him like this with a woman. that they wouldn’t expect him to be all over you like this. you like having bakugou katsuki obsessed with you. who wouldn’t?
he tackles you back into the sofa in a hug, his face stuffed down your neck, “fuck. fuck.”
he’s not going to change his behaviour, he does like having you around and you did say you like his stupid calls during the day.
he kisses your neck as you squirm to get your arms out from under him.
“let me hug you back!”
“tell me when you start findin’ it annoyin’. i heard that it’s things you find cute at the beginning that get annoyin—,”
you roll your eyes, pulling your arms out from under him, “shut up,” you drawl and he pokes his cheek with his tongue in silence. he narrows his eyes at you, waiting for your next words. nobody would be able to tell him to be quiet, aside from you.
you manage to get your arms out, wrapping them around his neck as he hovers over you. “i love you katsuki. never change.”
he nods sharply, looking away for a moment until the unnamed force that connects you both to drag his eyes back to yours.
he pouts, grumbles under his breath. “yeah, i won’t. love you too.”
“now am i clingy, do you think?”
bakugou scoffs, “not as much as me apparently.”
“all your friends think you’re clingy too.”
“what the fuck? they say that to you?”
you giggle, looking up at him with these pretty shiny eyes and he can smell the sugar on your breath from those cookies, “sometimes we’d do a countdown for when you’re about to appear beside me and you always come back to me quicker than we expect.”
the massive pro hero whines, “for fucks sake. how about i never speak to you in public? always on the opposite ends of the table. i won’t even take you home after, huh?”
you peck his lips softly, “no.”
he hangs his head. he’d never be able to do all of that. you’re always his favourite in a room, “yeah, you’re right. at least i’d be able to find you if you get kidnapped or somethin’.”
you slap his arm, “don’t even say that!”
