#uravityismwrites

the apartment was quiet, it was late and the city lights bled softy between the curtains, all while the hum of traffic was somewhere far below.

you were both in bed. well, technically, bakugo was on top of you--thankfully not too heavy, just close. one arm was around your waist, the other was tucked under your back, all while his face was buried in the crook of your neck. his breath was warm against your skin and you could only assume his eyes were closed, he was relaxed in such a way that made it seem like he had no intention of moving for the next decade. these were the nights you loved, when he was free from patrol and all his hero duties.

it was rare to have this kind of stillness and you were sure many, many people would be baffled that the number five, pro-hero dynamight could exist like this.

"you're warm," he muttered into your neck, voice rough and sleepy from the long day.

you smiled while your fingers brushed lazily through his untamed hair.

and, if it was even possible, he pressed closer.

it was such a sweet, simple moment that you almost felt bad about the phone that you held above him. it had been recording for a few seconds now.

it was just for a trend mina had shown you earlier (and, of course, you have absolutely no intention of sharing it to anyone), but it was something stupidly cute to torture him with.

"he doesn't know when you're recording." she'd said. "that's the whole point."

you laughed lightly, "seems kind of mean."

well, bakugo definitely didn't know.

he shifted slightly and lovingly tightened his hold on you. then, his voiced dropped a little and he drawled out the words, "don't move."

"i'm not moving," you whispered in return, amused.

"good."

there was a pause. you almost didn't want him to see the camera and ruin the moment.

his hand flexed slightly at your waist as if he was checking that the moment was real, that you were real.

"stay here." he mumbled into your neck.

"you're clingy." you teased gently. even after all this time, he still gave you butterflies.

"shut up." he said, though there was no bite to it, only comfort.

his head sank deeper into your neck again and, for a moment, you thought he'd fallen asleep like that. his breath was so quiet and steady and the weight of him felt so familiar now, it made your heart ache a little.

then he murmured a little absentmindedly, "love you.." it was so soft that you almost missed it. your fingers paused in his hair, all the while the other hand kept the phone steady.

you had a small, more-than-content smile. "yeah, i know."

he hummed like that answer satisfied him.

then, bakugo shifted his head upward a little and pressed a soft kiss to your jaw.

that's when his sleepy, crimson eyes caught the dim light from the corner of his eye.

"what is that..." he muttered sleepily.

you stared at the ceiling when he shifted his head slightly, just enough to look up... just enough to see your phone... still recording.

the second bakugo fully registered what he was seeing, his eyes locked onto the camera and he jolted.

honestly, jolted is a bit of an understatement. the blond practically jumped back off of you so fast that the blanket shifted, then his hand snapped up instinctively like he was about to detonate the room out of pure reflex.

"WHAT THE HELL-"

he was already halfway from falling off the bed, glaring up at the phone then back to you like you had betrayed him more than anybody ever had.

you could already hear denki's stupid voice saying, "good one y/n, it could get, like, twelve million views."

"the hell is this!?"

you wheezed a little, "it's just a trend-"

"A TREND?"

"yes!"

"I'LL CREMATE YOU." at that, you lost it. you fell back onto your pillow and laughed, all the while he just sat there with messy hair and looking at your phone like it was the worst villain he'd come across. "DELETE IT NOW."

"i was gonna-" you tried to speak, still laughing, "i was literally gonna-"

"I'M NOT BEING RECORDED IN MY OWN DAMN HOUSE." he barked out and turned his head away, acting like he could escape embarrassment that way.

from somewhere deep in your laughter, you managed to speak, "you were being cute."

at that, he whipped his head back. "DON'T CALL IT THAT!"

"you're ashamed of love, katsu." you teased as your hand went out to pull him back into bed, the other hand putting your phone down.

despite his yelling, he leaned into your touch without fight. though before he could lay down, he leaned across you and grabbed your phone and threw it onto his side of the bed. you had to restrain yourself from calling your boyfriend dramatic.

then, he grabbed the blanket and yanked it up over the both of you. it looked like he was trying to erase the entire incident from reality.

"...whoever gave you this idea is dead." he muttered.

you were still smiling into his shoulder when he finally settled back down. he was a little grumpy and flushed, refusing to look directly at you now. but his hand still found your waist again anyway.

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